Thread 42655592

>Spoonfeed me. What's this thread about?
This thread typically consists of Anon gone filly, as he's thrust into a new life as a cute little pony.

>What's to be expected?
Fillies, cuteness, Anon-tier shenanigans, bitchy Twilight, desires to be the little filly, etc..

>Any archive of photos or stories?
Dropbox (Photos):
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/h46ituoalc71wp9/AACmTe3H8s10ArK3-5Q_3juqa?dl=0
Stories:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/18whYJb4xnphRlRtX0PNu8-intT8jiiTGSCzogO5Nj5s/edit?usp=sharing

>I'm a contributor.
Great! For writers, just notify ̶A̶l̶l̶ ̶N̶i̶g̶h̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶F̶g̶t̶ Lone15, so you can have your green added to the Doc. For artists, animators, or any other content makers, you can store your fillies in the Dropbox for future viewing pleasure.
Some especially based faggot also recently compiled nearly every filly image ever created, which you can check out here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1AowOdwFzlbRk0FVZsRGRYe2hyKhzo2h3?usp=sharing
Assess how well you fit into the filly hivemind: https://projects.fivethirtyeight.com/personality-quiz/?group=-LdS-38NvfIG9PHPrYB8

>I don't like this thread because of reasons.
You'll never know how it is unless you try a dose of filly.
Old Mare:>>42579949

There's already a thread for turning Anon into a pony. >>42606746

fresh filly bread

>>42654951
how does filly fire the gun?

>>42656162
with her tongue

>>42655592 (OP)
You're supposed to put something in the subject field, Anon

>>42656331
I did though? I just double checked since you brought it up.

>>42656162
That filly needs a cheeseburger and a hug

I think Anonfilly can have blue, orange or black eyes too because those are the colours in the 4chan style options

>>42657158
That looks familiar. What's the sauce?

>>42657522
There are only three options.

>>42656471
You forgot the edition

>>42658763
there hasn't been an edition thread since june. but if it means that much to you I will restart the editions next thread.

>>42658763
Braidsfilly makes me diamonds, but normal filly doesn't. Why is this?

>waiting for it....
It's the only reason I come and leave after it. I love that doge....

>>42661139
Because braids are cute!

>>42661139
because handlebars

Jerk

>>42655592 (OP)
Oh god oh fuck he's gonna shoot the filly!

>>42662163
Fuck the ponice!

>>42662163
Backstory for Evil Derpy.

>>42655592 (OP)
Filly hive mind link just redirects to ABCs website, is that intentional? Are we libpilling anons now?

>>42663726
AFAIK 538 was an american lib polling website, so they had a personality quiz and that link was to a custom group so anons from the thread could compare results with all other anons
It looks like 538 shut down or something lmao. I suppose all the anon results are lost forever now unless they're somehow available on an archive

>>42657755
Please elaborate. I'm stupid.

>>42663427
Country fillies make due.

sai vectors are weird

>>42664476
they are actually incredibly straight forward and intuitive compared to any other vector tools available in literally any other program. which version of sai do you use by the way? version 2's vector tools absolutely mog version 1's in terms of line quality and ease of making curved lines, plus you can apply textures to them directly unlike version 1. also you can control the taper of the lines using the pressure tool rand you can also make them fade by using the density setting of the pressure tool.

>>42664031
https://ponerpics.org/3021982 equivalently derpibooru because the ID is under 6kk
https://ponybooru.org/3021982
https://twibooru.org/3021982

>>42664515
>He doesn't vector in sony vegas 10
gtfo

>>42664897
>sony vegas 10
yeah I'm not paying for that shit the license is very expensive. nor can I be fucked to pirate it because it would more than likely be a massive hassle. paint tool sai meets my needs and the license is way more affordable.

>>42664476
Unless it's for an animation, Gimp is better and it's free public use. I usually use the paintbrush tool with "Smooth Stroke" enabled for less shaky curves.

>>42665045
You should stop refusing to pirate and give up your sunk cost fallacy.

>>42665045
>gimp
>vectors

>>42664960
bro not only does sony no longer own vegas, and it's been in the humble bundle since, but version ten was like 2011. it's also not appropriate for vectoring. Masking is a whole adventure with Bezier curves.

>>42665669
fair enough I'm not particularly familiar with the vegas software so I was working off a cursory google search. my bad.

>>42665035
stoopid filler

>>42665840
She's gonna reroll

Anonfilly green where the filly is very clearly a reincarnated Paulie Walnuts but it's never explicitly said

>>42665961
>Kicking ten percent up to Twilight

>>42665993
I use gimp for making .svg to import for cut files. Check git.smol.horse if you're curious, under stencils. Selection to Path and then export is my life.

You have found a Golden Anonfilly! Will you take it?

>>42666392
No way fag

>>42666392
would

*conjures up brand-name tendies*

>>42664656
It's the last one.
Knew I've seen it before.

>>42666572
qt wizard filly

>>42666572
>brand-name
Her magic is so powerful!

>In Equestria, there's a TV show, To Catch a Fiddler, where the producers lure in sexual predators over the pony internet by pretending to be underaged fillies.
>In the most recent episode, they've snagged the most foul, perverted, obviously sick stallion yet flirting with their fake filly alter ego.
>This one is even stupid enough to think pretending to be a filly themselves will hide the fact that they're an adult despite the sick things they type about all that they want to do to a foal.
>They invite the perp over and have guards waiting outside.
>Cake Taker is waiting for the sicko to show up so he can grill them in front of the camera before the gaurds drag them away to the dungeons.
>The doorbell rings, the filly actress goes and opens the door.
>... And a green filly with bulging saddlebags is revealed.
>She smiles and waves and asks if she can come in.
>The actress is confused and asks who they are.
>AnonymousFoalLover69, but she can just call her Anon.
>Everyone is stunned as the actress invites her in, not sure what else to do as she wasn't prepared for this scenario.
>Anon trots in, babbling about all the 'fun' they're going to have as she tosses her saddlebags down.
>The strained clasps pop and the top flip open to reveal the bags are full of sex toys.
>Cake taker peaks over the kitchen counter to stare at the bag of sins in shock.
>Anon looks at him, looks around the room and spots the camera pony, and than looks at the blushing filly.
"Either you're into some kinky stuff, or this is a sting, isn't it?"
>"Um... The second one," the actress answers back honestly.
>Anon slumps.
"Oh, so I guess you don't want me to eat out your ponut like I'm snaking a sewage pipe. Darn... Well, still want to play some video games? I've got some of those in here somewhere."
>As the green filly rummages through the bags, tossing dildos and vibrators aside, Cake Taker is stunned.
>Who the heck raised this filly?!
>They're obviously a monster!
>Twilight would later be shocked as Anon is returned to her castle by a litany of glaring guards and one disgusted TV host.

>>42669082
The books Twilight hides under her bed will not make this look any better

>>42670813
me in the orange

>>42670813
me in the blue

bumpers

i now identify as anon filly. indeed, i am now THEE real anon filly now. i am not a disgusting fucking tranny or faggot. i fuckiing hate troons. i fillymaxxed my life back on track and am simply anon now. i humbly request filly based pronouns and treatment and the names: anon, anonymous, anon filly, filly anon, filly, filler, nonny. glad to see an accepting thread without ass raping jannies https://youtu.be/9GTiMrIHFyY

i now identify as anon filly. indeed, i am now THEE real anon filly now. i am not a disgusting fucking tranny or faggot. i fuckiing hate troons. i fillymaxxed my life back on track and am simply anon now. i humbly request filly based pronouns and treatment and the names: anon, anonymous, anon filly, filly anon, filly, filler, nonny. glad to see an accepting thread without ass raping jannies https://youtu.be/9GTiMrIHFyY

i now identify as anon filly. indeed, i am now THEE real anon filly now. i am not a disgusting fucking tranny or faggot. i fuckiing hate troons. i fillymaxxed my life back on track and am simply anon now. i humbly request filly based pronouns and treatment and the names: anon, anonymous, anon filly, filly anon, filly, filler, nonny. glad to see an accepting thread without ass raping jannies https://youtu.be/9GTiMrIHFyY

>>42671547
grim

>>42670813
I relate to blue filly.

>>42670813
Me in the black and white (I'm the ball)

>>42665035
stupid baby horse thinks wires are sandvich!

>>42674498
so green!

take an anonfilly i drew

>>42676554
licku hoofa

>>42676554
nice work brother

>>42677981
based

I wish there was more brbilly art

>>42677981
Awwww. We need more FrankenFilly art.

>>42683435
Spank this filler

it ain't gay to hug your homies... right?

>>42684629
If you are not blushing like a little faggot you are.

>>42685020
KEK

>>42685020
What will happen to her?

>>42686366
>Fagasi
truly im frightened

>>42669082
Anonfilly's endless quest for sex but not knowing who she should target.
Humans like her true species, ponies like her current species. Adults like her true age, or those of her physical age. Should she fuck females and be physically gay, or males and be mentally gay.

>>42691140
the story thats from is good but i'm wary of the tranny stuff in the recent chapters

>>42691279
We're on year three of trying to figure out pronouns while the plot is put on hold. The story is basically dead.

>>42691387
>Story introduces gender dysphoria
>Story kills itself trying to figure out its identity
Its like pottery.

>>42691279
>>42691387
gawdamn I had no idea it was from a story but after hearing that lore exposition I think I'm glad I didn't.
>>42691412
KEK naturally

>>42691412
jej

Oh yeah just go in an underwater cave with a bunch of low level anonfillies, what could possibly go wrong.
This is the last time we let Anon decide for a comfy spot.
Next time we're going in the park during autumn.

>>42685020
Anonfilly keeps messing with characters way above her combat level.
Anon is for CIAMare to assault, deport or bury.

I wouldn't mess with this mare if I were you.

I really wouldn't mess with this mare.

>>42693742
Every single one of them gets candy corn.

>>42694803
Release the billy
NOW

>>42695017
no
instead, change the gelding pin into heart pin
release her from the https://derpibooru.org/images/3562877 suffering

>>42694803
oh my god billy!!!

Sleepy filler
https://youtube.com/watch?v=kbYTCH5QU2o

>>42696579
haha fillies are so lightweight

>>42696611
shouldn't mock them for it because it's a blessing in disguise. I would kill to be able to get as drunk off two beers as I do off half a bottle of vodka. having a naturally high tolerance sucks and the only thing it's good for is nothing.

>>42696164
Good morning filly, it is time to shitpost
https://youtube.com/watch?v=uJS6CPe1-a4

>>42697137
Might make for good excuses.

>>42698324
SHINE A LIGHT ON THAT PAPER, FAGGOT. I CAN'T SEE JACKSHIT.

>>42698345
then open your eyes retard

>>42698324
that's a bit mean would hug that sad filly.

>>42698415
or more candy corn

>>42698638
I would give her as much candy corn as her little filly heart desired.

>>42698354
USE A DESK LAMP YOU FUCKING CAVEMAN

>>42699353
fuck you i never had one

>>42694803
Loophole: billy can just transform into something else and escape.

>>42700458
why she needs such a short rope?

>>42702637
She's at the end of it

>>42700458
>has lifesize anonfilly plushie ($1000+)
>does not have a desk lamp ($100-)
Priorities.

>>42703279
https://youtube.com/watch?v=K11LtnNbKxY

>>42702813
yes.

So what have you been guys doing post-anni? I myself fixed some crossbow bolts, got instant glue on my fingers and made sure those bolts are usable again, successfuly I might add.

>>42704283
i'm still in the anni

>>42704287
>mfw I posted in the wrong thread
anyways, so am I but I'm having it more in the background now actually I have it in the background since S9, only popping back in for the finale

>>42655592 (OP)

What the fuck even is this thread

Like do you people actually unironically want to be turned into a child cartoon pony so you can be fucked or "bred" by people from /mlp/ or you yourself fuck an /mlp/ user that has been turned into a little filly? Do you realize how ridiculous that is
This is by far the most degenerate general on /mlp/ I mean it combines fucking pedophilia, transformation, beastiality and/or xenophilia and whatever other fetshes you might have and Tbh I gagged a lil bit upon discovering this thread
Please consider psychiatric help and reevaluate your life of you unironically browse this general and look at anon filly pictures

>>42704528
LATE!

>>42704528
finally...

If I was filly I would manipulate Purple into letting me cuddle with her while we sleep. Then I would wet the bed.

i have finally learned how to disappear completely

>>42704528
This is the goose of /mlp/.

>>42704733
I would put gum in her mane and then kill her

>>42691412
I like to cope by pretending it's just a phase, something he's just getting a little taste of as a fluff point, and when he picks the story back up it will be put away and remembered as a speedbump in the narrative.

Filly has achieved gainful employment
The horror

>>42707276
what is filly yapping about

>>42707319
Oh nothing...filly is fine...

>>42707589
She's so small!

>>42707718
A diminutive equine?

>>42707718
Would it gay if I rape?

>>42706415
why the hell did anyone save this one

>>42709467
because filly a qt

>>42709467
fluffy filly belly :)

>>42709472
no u

Filly has prepared a weapon powerful enough to drive away Cadence once and for all.
No more shall that pink slut try to put her in a frilly dress, no more shall she set up a playdate with her little hellspawn.
It ends now.

Boop

I must be chinese, because the cat cadaver we just dissected had me thinking about baked chicken.

>>42711200
>not Omaregle
>NGMI

>>42713174
what the hell kind of pizza is that?

>>42713448
meant for >>42710420

>>42713448
>>42713449
Brazilians are actively committing pizza crimes that should have them evicted from the earth

>>42714116
>anon was already a mangonigger, but he never found out because he was a worthless neet who only ate takeout and ramen

>>42714619
The first time I tasted a mango it made my bowtie spin and my hair spike up

>>42714638
>>42714619
I am allergic to them

give this fag a brushie?
(Y/N)

>>42714923
yes

>>42714923
yes

>>42714923
Y
>>42706415
>>42705960
>>42704935
>>42704082
And I'm giving this qt faggot a brushie too while I'm at it

>>42714923
brush her coat and mane, and watch all these cookie crumbs fall out.

>>42715433
Little shit

>>42715075
you will try.

>>42714734
That's rough, buddy

Beware, the fatslider

>>42717447
>the council of faggots

>>42717447
Me on the right.

>>42655592 (OP)
bump

>>42717447
Where are their braids?v

>>42718103
Its hard to braid with hooves

>>42710420
Unironically would eat that.

>>42721741
deranged!

>>42724930
eat your greens, you little shit

>>42725179
Never

>>42725906
It's like a baby :)

Been cooking up a green for a little while. Bear with me please, it's a bit of a dreary start, but I plan on inching things toward a more lighthearted direction. I'm also trying to do some funky, stylized shit with the format since I'm an incorrigible hipster, so please let me know if it just comes off as unreadable and incoherent.

>Be you, Anon Y. Mous
>Slumped at your desk, staring blankly at the wall above your monitor, another swallow of dark, musky beer trickling down the back of your throat
>Not thinking of work, not thinking of sleep, not thinking of the glowing sliver of infinity dominating the desktop, the keyboard that hasn't been cleaned since the last election cycle, the hair spiders caught in between the seams of unpainted pine
>That omnipresent pressure holds you in place, as if paralyzed, wasting in this faux leather, ergonomic, sweat stained sarcophagus of a rolling chair
>You imagine some misfire in your brain, a clump of blood lodged in some wet crevice bursting, and a year later some inspector or neighbor finding a bone-filled black sludge taking over the chair, seeping into the carpet, stinking not much worse than it must already; the image is equally revolting and placid
>Your eyes drift over to the flashing alarm clock, silently shouting as if in protest the time it knows is wrong, a testament to your inaction as much as to the inevitability of your failures
>Small, innumerable failures, motes of dust congealing on the shelves, the walls, the windowsills, choking and oppressive, immobile under that same pressure
>At one point, you yet again knocked your toe against the outlet, or maybe the switch on the power strip, leaving it little more than an indignant night light shouting a known un-truth, not quite a lie, but a declaration of malfunction that had become a silent statement against your character
>At one point, you would have reset the device, but having predated the nation of South Sudan, the little nine ninety-nine beeper had fried a long time ago, and anyway you used your phone to wake up now, so aside from being a warm plastic paperweight to the side of your time-keeping computer monitor, it served as a monument to stagnation, to the immutable nature of your rot-soaked unlife
>At one point, the thought would have stirred you to action, but not now
>You're like a chimp masturbating in a concrete cell, going through the motions of life and once-pleasure not as a matter of survival or even comfort, but in a sedentary commitment to routine
>No, not a commitment, commitment is commendable, commitment assumes some level of discipline; rather, your habits were a thousand little neuroses in themselves, automation protocols firing off in the otherwise barren wasteland of your swirling head

>>42727195
>Slug man, system pig, sniveling worm, writhing little consumptive imp thing not even fit to host the mites on his flesh
>"Anything else?" you ask yourself, aloud, browline wrinkled into a righteous sneer
>You cast your eyes to the floor, and your face goes soft; dragging yourself to the bathroom serves just the sort of temporary relief from your own thoughts that you yet live for
>On the way back out, you stop by the mirror, locking eyes with the image, a glimmer of what might be comradery snaking down your spine as you share a moment with the only creature on earth that might understand the depths of your depravity
>The narcissism of your action is not lost on you, and after a wordless minute, your face contorts in disgust and you draw a sharp, nasal breath
>Not wanting to sit back down yet, you wander aimlessly into the living room of your inherited childhood home, your mistreated slice of a loving estate, the more dynamic assets divvied out to siblings with enough guts and spine to actually make use of them, all done totally amicably of course
>Wood-paneled floor warped with moisture and age, brass fixtures tarnished and greying, the same picture frames that have hung on the wall since you were a boy, a smell somewhere between stomach acid, wet dirt and skin oil
>For just a moment, the beer buzz overtakes you, having been on your seventh or eighth in the last two hours; you gasp out a shrill, mean laugh, not-quite-shouting the word "wasteoid"
>You feel a brief, icepick throb in your head, stare out a window into the inky night, and finally stomp back to your chair before absentmindedly clicking through computer folders
>After carefully dodging a hundred or so unfinished or unstarted projects, you take the long route to some image folder, click on a random icon, stare for a few moments with a straight face, and close out of everything before polishing off the last swig of beer and staring at the wall again
>You like to imagine the back of your head opening like the petals of one of those tropical flowers, the ones that smell like rotting shit, the ones they call corpse flowers, a cloud of thoughts and memories and dreams suspended in chunks of red and pink as the bullet shreds its way up your palate and through the brainstem, frozen in time at the point of eruption, a wispy little cloud of gore waiting to burst across the walls and ceiling and floor
>You cling to the image as if you were drowning and it was some life-saving flotsam, a chance piece of debris shaved off from the wreck of your life, your one lifeline in the abyss
>Your sense of shame is the last thing keeping you anchored to this world, and you know should it erode you will inexorably tumble over the edge

>>42727201
>In the best case scenario, you might become a semifunctional gooner, spending your non-working hours shaking the thoughts of despair and rage from your head through some combination of prolonged technique and perverse peripherals
>Alternatively, you could crawl into the streets and drink mouthwash, just another incoherent body warming the homeless shelter, stinking up gas stations and Burger Kings and leaving trails of plastic litter in your wake, gifted by well-meaning fools whose cruel generosity only prolongs the piss-soaked engines of suffering living outside, on the periphery, and without hope
>So you hold on to that shame, the final tether, and perhaps one day it will grow deep enough and hot enough and raw enough that you will give up waiting for death to claim you and sprout that flower, that last work of beauty you could ever produce, and go into that most restful sleep by your own hand
>It would be like laying down after a long day of work, one of those days that went on forever and ever and by the time you get home you feel like you haven't closed your eyes in years, and you don't even need a beer or two to chase away the thoughts, you don't even think about the thoughts, one of those nights where your head hits the pillow and you can just sleep, finally just fucking sleep
>Imagining such relief makes your eyes water, so you bury your face in your hands, you rake your stress-chewed nails over the pore-pocked flesh before resting the knuckles between your gnawing teeth, the tender scars itching as they well up with fresh blood
>Just as quickly you lose the energy to be upset, that inescapable pressure pushing you down, dragging your aching shoulders out of the unnatural arch you had unconsciously assumed, limp against the flaking chair
>"Boy, I sure have been working hard on ALL this NOTHING, I deserve another fucking beer."
>Jumping back up, you stomp to the fridge and grab a can this time, some fucking local craft you don't even know if you like yet, you don't know if you like any of them anymore, and spend another night staying up far too late repeating it all over and over and over again
***

>>42727206
>You're slinking through opaque muddy water filled with squishing greenish things that have formed a fluffy line around your waist, wobbling reflections of the twilight sky painting your skin corpse-blue
>Each barefoot step makes you wince as you imagine unseen hazards, venomous snails and catfish spines and parasitic amoebas and cottonmouths (do cottonmouths even dive, you wonder), and you trudge toward the edge of the pond, where a rotting old stump marks a break in the brushline
>Stupid, it was stupid to get in the water, I wish I had my phone, why am I even in here? you almost say aloud, but decide not to draw attention to yourself
>You stumble as your foot is sucked into the silt, falling into a precarious crouch as it is swallowed down to the thigh
>Water splashes onto your face, into your nose; you shudder to imagine what might crawl its way up into your brain, and snort violently to expel it
>After some effort you free yourself, and make it to dry land, only to slip again and bump against the stump
>Before you can react and to your great horror, a cloud of buzzing, angry wasp-things begins to pour by the hundreds from some hole in the decaying wood
>One lands on the back of your hand, the length of your thumb, and striped in bioluminescent pastel multicolor
>In stunned silence you watch as it sinks its stinger into your skin, sending jolts of searing pain up your arm as it welts into a glowing purple growth
>Finally, as if some horrible spell has broken, you begin to run as fast as you can, breaking through bushes and vines, stepping on spiny things, ripping holes in your arms and legs on thorns and branches and all manner of forest debris
>The wasps attack your arms, your shoulders, your neck, your head, leaving the same pulsing, breathing welts wherever they do
>Swatting and cursing and howling in pain, you don't know how many you kill, or even if they die when you hit them, you've lost your glasses somewhere, you can barely make out the trees as you sprint through the brush and you swear something is squirming inside the welts, the itching burning welts, stinging like a bed of hot pins
>Your foot catches another patch of loose mud, your leg slides at an unnatural angle, something smacks against your throat, your breath catches, you tumble headfirst into another pond and the last thing you see is the reflection of your face in the opaque, glass-calm water, ringed with the strange glowing wasps, contorted in pain, screaming for help, terror in your eyes
***

>>42727213
>When you open your eyes, you find your body at an odd angle, heaped in a mess of slightly overlong grass, staring into a cloudless and sunny sky, feeling that same pressure, that inescapable pressure covering you head to toe
>Images of angry, stinging bugs crawling their way through the soil and onto your skin and into your hair spur you to your feet, breath catching in your throat, heart pounding, shuddering all over
>Your body feels wrong, and you look down to begin swiping away the creepy crawlies, only to see hoofed limbs covered in bright green fur, a tangled mess of black, too-long hair framing your vision
>You lose your balance, and fall back onto the ground, unable to catch yourself as limbs disobey the angles you reflexively attempt to put them in
>The grass softens the impact, but still you pound the back of your head and knock the wind from your lungs, gasping and writhing on your back
>The deluge of confusion and discomfort and pain is too much, and you begin to scream, finding your voice uncharacteristically high pitched, almost childish
>No, not childish, girlish, maybe still childish, but anyway it doesn't matter, it feels like you're choking, breaths not quite heavy and not quite strained but not quite right, so maybe not quite choking, but distressing nonetheless, and settling into yourself you feel the rhythm of your heart, that's wrong too, well maybe not the rhythm but the intensity, and even the way your eyes roll around as you try to look for something, some building to enter or some person to help you, everything not quite painful but so far beyond the pale of your understanding, indescribable in its wrongness
>"Like a mutant!" you shout, over and over again, the first word that comes to mind, casting it like a ward against the wrongness, as though it might chase it all away and you will be able to catch your breath and perhaps even open your eyes and wake up in bed nursing the expected slight hangover
>"Help!" you scream, "HELP ME! ANYONE!" tears well in your eyes as you sound your way through the words, unfamiliar tongue lolling in your too-long mouth, then
>"I'm drowning! I'm going to drown!" you aren't sure why, that's just how you feel, and suddenly the helplessness of your situation breaks away, galloping into absurdity
>"I'm going under!" you break into a sort-of-laugh, "I'm a dead man! I'm a dead man!"
>A bitter, angry cackle, then another scream, a wordless scream, raising your not-hands to pull at your head, what feels like a finger grabbing at your hair, pinching it against the hoof, pulling it to your chest, that pressure welling up into some nonspecific dread, howling and crying and screaming and laughing
***

>>42727226
>The first thing I felt when I awoke was relief
>To be clear, the dream was stressful, but no more stressful than normal
>In fact, it bore great resemblance to one I had journalled a month prior
>Far more importantly, I knew immediately that I had been in one of my moods last night (as I was almost every night), but despite my indulgence, the expected splitting headache and turgid gut were both completely absent, and I figured I must have drank more water than I realized
>The air was refreshing and calm, and for just a moment I felt that crushing pressure abate, if only a little, like putting down a heavy bag, or taking off a bad pair of shoes
>The second thing I felt was confusion; I noticed immediately that the sun was bearing down, a gentle breeze carried something sweet and herbal, and my bed was replaced by dusty, tall grass
>The third thing I felt was concern, as the terrified scream of a little girl tore through my ears (Did I take something and black out? Am I naked somewhere? Did I wander to one of the subdivisions and pass out in a playground? The concern quickly evolved into abject terror)
>Heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, I reflexively cupped my junk and rolled onto my belly, eyes darting for observers
>The fourth thing I noticed was that I couldn't feel anything at my groin, and come to think of it I couldn't feel my fingers either, and what is this green shit on my arm, and oh god where is my hand?
>I scrabbled to my feet, steadily growing more cognizant of just how wrong everything felt
>I whirled around to the source of the noise and saw some grass colored horse-ish creature, curled into a writhing ball, alternating between fits of terrified cries and desperate-sounding laughter
>"Hey-" I stopped, then "What-" then "What?!"
>My voice was distinctly feminine, and cracked on the vowels, and the creature before me began to unravel, craning its neck to look at me, and I lost my balance as I realized that it was a mirror image of myself, or perhaps I of it, only drenched in sweat and snot and tears, and it looked at me with pleading eyes, terrified and helpless and confused and and slightly amused eyes
>"Je-sus..." I managed to choke out, and that sense of dread finally crashed back into my chest with full force
>"What's going on? Hey man, what is this?!"
>For moment, our eyes were locked, and I stared into oversized, puffy eyes, glistening emerald irises all but swallowing pin-sized pupils
>A lump formed in my throat, my next words were muffled nothings, then
>"WHO are YOU? WHERE AM I?"
>The creature's tears broke, and out flooded a tide of lilted, cruel-sounding laughter
>"You're in hell, you were a rotten evil no good person, we both must have been, and now we're in hell together, we have souls, souls are REAL, they're REAL and ours were wicked, evil wicked spiteful souls, and now they've gone where they belong, and we're dead! Dead, dead, dead!"

>>42727229
>It spoke in that screaming girl voice, and it wobbled up onto its legs, shambling towards me with a look between frustration and despair
>It was like listening to a panhandler, except I felt her words were real, born not from some mixture of strung out wetbrain-edness and a lifetime of victimhood, but something that struck so dearly a chord in my heart it was as if I had caught myself monologuing at no one in the bathroom at the end of a long day
>"Stay away, I can't help you, stay away, fuck you, stay away!"
>She tottered slowly, deliberately, unsteadily toward me as I scooted backward, pulling the tangled hairs at the end of my back (A tail! I have a tail!) on thistle and roots
>Then she caught up, and her hoof was on my tail, and she reached out with the other one, and was grabbing my shoulder and shaking me, and soon she was on top of me, straddling me, the soft part of the hoof (the frog, the frog, the frog- it repeated in my head as if it were a salve against the fear) pinching into my new skin, tugging the carpet of hairs on my arms and chest
>I let out a scream- a short, one syllable word, like the sound of a squeaking hinge
>The first swing hit her in the bicep, the second square in the mouth
>The following moments were a blur, and somehow she ended up on the ground, blood pouring out her lip, while I scrambled to my feet (Hooves! My hooves! I am behooved!) and ran in a gangly, unrhythmic way, on all fours and digging into the grass so hard I tore it from the soil
>But as I fled, the sheer loneliness of the field balked at me, like some invisible wall standing into the infinite sky, and I was sure in my head that it touched the stars, that invisible wall, and the thought of solitude was almost as terrifying as the predicament itself, then became even scarier, and I shouted something unintelligible as I raced back to the terrible, whimpering horse
>I closed in faster than I should have, caution abandoned, and a waterfall of blood poured from her mouth as she muttered to herself, revealing a fresh gap in her upper jaw
>"You're just like me, we died and went to hell, nothing will ever feel right again"

>>42727239
>Upon a more thorough, less urgent examination, there were a number of observations marking the both of us as being unlike any equid I had ever heard of, even as a washout former veterinary student
>Most obviously were the colors of our coats, a bright, almost yellowish green, like immature leaves, only broken by a black, stylized question-mark brand on either side of both our flanks
>Her eyes were unnaturally large, and presumably so were mine, though she was of little help as she sputtered on about death and damnation and whatever other nastiness she scraped from the depths of her mind in between periods of forlorn silence
>Our limbs were unusally stocky, and had a far wider range of motion than expected, though I still wasn't used to the sensation of walking on what was essentially a bloated middle finger
>I had more discretion than to examine her groin, but investigating my own revealed distinctly female equipment
>Of course, whatever was going on with the stunted (but still uncomfortably long) mouth and unviewable throat was entirely a mystery, as obviously no species even remotely adjacent to the horse should ever have the hardware to speak
>Strangest of all were the "extra" features; subtly poking from her mane was a swirling horn, the same color as her coat
>Though she was tolerant enough to let me fiddle with her hair to examine the base, it told me nothing except that it was contiguous with the skin, and anyway whatever pigment was in the coat was in the flesh as well, making for one solid color
>I felt my own forehead only to find it bare, and was struck by a tinge of relief in knowing that at least our bodies had some differences
>As if reading my mind, she reached out and touched my side, and I twitched in a way I couldn't describe, thinking briefly about that epidermal muscle non-primates have to displace flies
>However, my train of thought was broken before I could draw up the name, for when I looked to where she had poked I saw a feathery wingtip, tracing its origin to somewhere close to the middle of my back

>>42727245
>"I suppose it makes as much sense as anything else." I said, staring as they ruffled themselves in some subtle, reflexive motion, aware of an almost tingling but refreshingly not unpleasant sensation in my third pair of limbs
>We shared a moment of silence, her focusing in to lock eyes with me, though I refused to hold her gaze and stared at the mass of dried blood on her upper lip and trailing down the side of her face
>"I uh, I'm sorry for hitting you, I was... a little," I bit my lip, looking for the word, "Yeah, my bad dude."
>She shook her head dismissively, carrying herself with a sudden and startling burst of coherence
>"Don't worry about it. They came out far too easily, so either we're old enough that the roots are barely still holding on and we'll be falling apart soon anyway, or young enough that the missing (she whistled on the harsh 's') teeth were deciduous, and already not long for this world," She paused, looking thoughtful "This world..."
>She took on a distant look, fixed on some distant point
>"Well that's a relief. You know a lot about horses?"
>"I know fuck-all."
>She spat out her reply like a bad taste, and I rolled my eyes
>"Charming and philosophic. Do you have some kind of training, or life background?"
>Her brow softened, her eyes eyelids drooped
>"I'm a devil, a pissant little imp. That's why I'm here. Did you spend your days sucking cocks?"
>She smirked to herself, as if amused by some invisible joke; in turn, I felt a flash of anger and disgust, clenching my jaw
>"I don't know if we can afford the luxury of making asses of ourselves right now, you grimy little prick. Unless there's something you know?"
>"I know this is it. Whatever it is, this is it."
***

>>42727252
>Your mouth still throbbed where the winged horse had struck it, the taste of copper refusing to leave as blood still oozed slowly from the bare roots
>Combined with the rest of your little episode earlier, you had worked up quite a thirst
>The sun was still high in the sky, so you weren't sure which direction was which, but you could see in the distance a cluster of tall, snow-capped mountains, at the foot of which sprawled a dense forest, and its woodline couldn't have been much further than a few miles away
>Another set of mountains, further looking, loomed in the opposite direction, but otherwise your surroundings seemed to be a vast sea of gently rolling green hills
>Despite the otherwise unblemished, vast and open horizon, you feel caught between the two monoliths, or clusters of monoliths, and the flowery, warm air had a distinct, paradoxically tomblike quality, or maybe it did in your head, and you thought about crawling into the dirt and waiting to see if time pulled the mountains down so you might wander unmolested by their foreboding figures
>You shook the thoughts from your head, made off toward the distant trees
>The winged horse, who until this point had been lost in thought, hurried after you, staring intensely from her sunken, tired eyes
>"What are you doing?"
>Her voice had an accusing edge, as though she thought you might break into a run, and she seemed almost desperate
>"I'm thirsty."
>You expected some further demand for explanation, but she seemed to understand, following the slight trail you pushed through the meadow

>>42727263
>"It's odd, isn't it?" You ask, allowing the question to hang unanswered above the gentle swishing of hairy little legs against grass, savoring the slight tension, that uncertainty radiating from the winged horse in waves
>Finally, "That hell should be so... picturesque. Like some little landscape painted out in the country, one made by an old bachelor who lives in a cabin." Then, "I was a bachelor, you know."
>A breath almost like a sigh of relief came behind you
>"So you're a man? Or were... So was I."
>"Was. Am. Will be? Maybe... Have you been here before?" The words escape your mouth as a stream of consciousness
>"Buddy, I've never been anywhere with purple mountains."
>You were going to say something, but then it suddenly strikes you that you haven't actually seen a single insect yet, despite your waking concerns, and despite the abundance of flowering groundcover
>As if on cue, from some outcrop of thistle, a large, pastel-pink butterfly flutters on the breeze, tracing a discordant, jumbled path across your own, where it lingers in the air as if to meet your gaze
>You stop in your tracks, marveling at the delicate color, watching its graceful, unpredictable dance, before it flutters away just as swiftly as it came
>Releasing a breath you hadn't known you were holding, you feel a lump in your throat, and something in your chest gives, and you almost spin around to grab onto the winged horse again, this time to pull her into a hug, before swallowing hard, shaking your head, and trudging on
***

>>42727273
>Though your new form introduces some measure of ambiguity, you feel confident you've walked for only about three, maybe three and a half miles, and the edge of the forest is close enough for you to make out individual trees
>Every so often, a small cloud or cluster of clouds races perpendicular to your own path, occasionally casting a brief but gentle shade over your party of two
>Judging by the slight movement of the sun, at least as far as you can tell, the clouds must be going north, or at least north-ish, and you must be going west (or west-ish)
>Of course, this assumes the sun traces the same path through the skies of hell as it does the world of the living
>Aside from the general discomfort of your body switch, and the general foreboding of the vast, rolling hills, so far hell isn't so bad
>Perhaps the true torment comes later?
>With the initial shock gone, the novelty of your situation offered, for a short while at least, some reprieve against the pressure, but as you muse over the nature of your entrapment, or at least the nature that you can surmise, it creeps over your back like a heavy woolen blanket
>Or perhaps it is simply the fatigue of travel through gently sloping, wild hills in an unfamiliar body; at least, that's what you tell yourself
>Your mind swivels inevitably toward reasoning why you might have landed yourself a place here
>While you never really ascribed to any religious leanings, and you had little patience for the entrapments of "spirituality" (at least in the sense so often carried by your fellow man or, more commonly, woman), you still held some internal beliefs about what made an upright moral character
>In fact, this whole experience picked at your long-held metaphysical convictions, namely that the world of the metaphysical was trifling, and questions of afterlife or at the very least some realm other than the physical were frivolous, fantastical things
>Your own faults were many, but you could distill them to three simple, rather convenient principles: your despicable laziness, your unshakable selfishness, and your violent temper
>Sloth and wrath, plus something you could call envy or lust, depending on the perspective
>Perhaps it was for this reason that you were so quick to accept the reality of your position; clearly, there was some sort of cosmic justice, and it had deemed you unworthy, much as you would expect, and that the great infinite silence you had hoped so dearly for at the end of the road was as unattainable as anything else you had reached for

>>42727284
>There had always been an undercurrent of longing for something greater, something sappy like the goodness of the human heart, or perhaps some great spiritual hand steering human fate to give you purpose, but in your infinite laziness, you shied from its pursuit, or maybe that's the excuse you gave now that you were here, a way to cope with the lack of faith that otherwise guided so many, drove them to feats of artistry and heroism
>It is, of course, possible that this could all be in your head, but then again so could hell; a trap of the mind, that same trap you lived in your whole life, ever lacking the willpower to break free, now seized upon whatever counted for your soul, and perhaps that was the purpose of goodness, to free oneself from the eternal torture of the mind's eye
>Or whatever the fuck, what does it fucking matter, you're here now, stuck in some foreign body where nothing feels right, and it will probably never feel right again, you'll just wander through some horrible endless wilderness with nothing but the souls of your fellow damned, ever thirsting, ever hungry, ever tired, with only their company to shield against privation and exposure, who knows if there's any water to drink, who knows if it will sate you, who knows if it won't make you bleed from the eyes and the ass and spit up bubbles of guts and wallow in misery until you wake up again, in some other distant field, without even the meager company you now keep, totally and truly alone, just as you ever were, this singular encounter the highlight of an incoming eternity
>Little lambs left shepherdless in a world of dust
>At least the scenery is kinda nice
***

>>42727294
>"Why are you stopping?"
>The unicorn had, without warning, planted her ass on the ground and slumped over, curling her tail around her thigh in some defensive or self-conscious gesture
>Truth be told, I was grateful of the pause, for despite all its faults my original body clearly had this one beat in endurance
>She mumbled something, or maybe just made a strange breath, and I warily circled around to look her in the face
>"What?"
>"I don't, I... mmph."
>Sensing an ominous shift, that everpresent dread welling up in my chest, I braced for another outburst, shuffling way a foot or so
>"You aren't about to freak out on me again, are you?"
>A sharp breath, almost like a slight chuckle, before she looked up at me through a drooping mess of long black hair
>"I'm tired. Just tired."
>"I see. Can't say I don't understand."
>Cautiously, I sat down facing her just as a breeze kicked up, carrying on it a something resh and grassy with just a hint of lavender
>For whatever reason, it made my mouth water
>"So..." I began, "What should I call you?"
>"Horny."
>Without missing a beat, as though she were waiting for the right moment, though her face remained stoic
>I couldn't help as my mouth peeled back into a slight, wry grin
>"Alright Horny, I can be..."
>I tapped my chin thoughtfully, before wrinkling my nose in frustration
>Not a lot of wing puns that would make sense here
>"I don't know... Birdbrain?"
>If nothing else, it was silly enough
>She shrugged and so did I, letting the topic drop
>I wondered about the water; surely with these kinds of summits, there should be some icemelt, and following the forest's edge would probably be the best way to serch for it without getting too terribly lost
>Any more lost than we already were, at least
>God help us if we stepped on a rattlesnake, or got some 24-hour tick virus that made our brains swell up, or maybe the ground could just fall out under our feet- our hooves, and the earth could swallow us up
>Just have to focus on finding the water first, then if there's a river we might be able to follow it to some kind of settlement, and from there maybe people who could help us

>>42727302
>Despite the strangeness of our situation, I wasn't ready to call us dead, but I wondered just where the hell we could possibly be, and how I got so far away from home in what seemed like just one night
>If we had been in someone's clutches, some nefarious n'er-do-well slicing us up with little steel instruments, shuffling our brains around into vat-grown monstrosities like some shitty horror film, why just dump us in the middle of nowhere?
>Perhaps we had clinically died, or at least appeared to do so, and were rolled off the back of a pickup truck rather than pumping up the energy bill by going into the incinerator...
>Could she know more?
>"What's the last thing you remember?"
>She turned her head against the breeze, tracking another lonely cloud as it raced toward the horizon
>"Drowning in myself."
>I rolled my eyes
>"Intoxicated by loathing? Suffocating on your own iniquities, yeah? Join the fucking club."
>It felt a little gay to say it out loud, like some mopey teenager moaning into the internet, some fucking faggot complainer so far up his own ass he could pick the corn out with black-pained fingernails
>The fact that it resonated so well with me made it all the more annoying
>I knew where I had gotten myself, and that it was nobody's fault but my own, and I had no right to fucking piss and cry about it, and probably neither did this screaming drama queen
>So why couldn't I get this lump out of my throat?
***

>>42727308
>By the time we reached the forest's edge, a patchwork of willows and chestnuts and fern-spackled live oaks, both of us were visibly exhausted
>Her- his? theory that we were either elderly or juveniles seemed to hold increasingly more water as this was a trot I couldn't imagine even winding a healthy adult horse, certainly not a man, and since my joints didn't creak and my back wasn't what ached I bet on the latter
>Still, there was still some light in the day, so after some terse discussion we decided to follow the woodline south, spending the rest of the day in half-mile stop-and-go drudgery
>By the time we called it quits, we were both audibly hungry, but figured we ought to solve the water problem before we made it any worse trying to eat something
>The falling sun marked a sharp drop in temperature, and the breezes of the day kicked into whirling gusts, driving us just inside the forest where at least the trees could break the wind
>We were both tired, and sleep came easily, pressing our backs together for warmth, covered in large fern fronds
***

>>42727311
>At some point the two of you had taken a wrong turn, or else crested the wrong hill to get a better view, and managed to lose sight of the forest's edge, wandering deep into some jagged fissure in the earth, a sudden and dramatic valley with walls so steep and so high that you lost sight of the mountains themselves
>The midday sun was brutal, bearing straight down on the valley floor and baking the dark, rocky soil so that the heat became unbearable
>The only shade was offered in the thin, wispy branches of creaking, ancient cypress, and you both resolved to turn back the way you came
>It was on this return trip that the winged horse kicked something loose, a tiny stone cairn of unnatural shape, and from it crawled an insect no bigger than a thumbnail, something like a cross between a bedbug and a flea, with firm spines on the edges and a rusty color
>It lept on the winged horse, onto the small of her back where she couldn't reach, and she swatted in vain with wings she was still not yet accustomed to as it pinched or stabbed or tore with a menacing pair of sharp forelimbs
>"Help me you useless bastard!"
>But you were already backing away, another one of the little monsters skittering from the pile and springing into your hair, crawling down your shoulder as you twisted and swatted and shrieked out a girly string of expletives into the dry, oppressive heat
>It made its way down your forelimb before biting at the base of your hoof and disappearing under the skin
>Frantically you began scraping at it with your other hoof, the nail's uncharacteristically sharp edge slicing it with ease, revealing the bare tendons and bones beneath
>You catch the resultant flap of skin in the frog of your hoof; as the bug began crawling its way back up your leg, so too did you pull off the flesh behind it, always just a bit too slow to catch up, but faster than you can think, the hollers of your companion drowned out in the blood-rush rumble in your ears
>It comes off in one contiguous piece, like unraveling a mummy, pinkish muscle and white flaps of fascia dribbling bright drops of fresh, warm blood, exposed tendons twitching and flexing, all while that horrible creature sliced and bit and crawled its way just out of reach
>In the blink of an eye, your flesh had returned, the pain was gone, you were back in the meadow under a pale blue moon illuminating wisps of water vapor dancing over the swaying grass, the air gentle, cool, and light
>Before you, a massive form, nearly five times your size, dark against the midnight sky, eyes aglow with silver light, descending from a moonbeam
>"BE NOT AFRAID!"
>The voice is deep, matronly, commanding, and echoes in your head; your stomach drops and you whimper uncontrollably
***

>>42727314
That's all I have for now, let me know what you think

>>42727920
shes so pretty bros

>>42728769
haha what an idiot

>>42727318
I just finished reading this a second time.
Your writing is genuinely beautiful and I really hope that you continue this.

>>42728860
Thanks, I intend to. This post made my evening.

>>42729231
Cute!

>>42729231
Is Twily a good mother?

>>42729231
Filly looks like she is missing some pieces

>>42727314
Neat! Please post the story in PTFG too.

>>42730251
No but that's why I love her

>>42730489
Almost ten years later and I'm STILL not going on PTFG, abbo.

>>42725906
:D

>>42731890
>Left 4 Dead Hunter SFX

sleep well, filler

>>42732185
Cute! Do you have a gallery somewhere? Pretty sure I saw more pictures from you around here.

>>42732244
thank you, glad you liked it! And yes I do, it's bagegale on bsky

>>42676554
I have saved the anonfilly you drew

>>42729231
So adorable

Filly is villainous

>>42735943
Quite!

>>42732185
Fat

>>42739740
>punished reeeeeeeeee

>>42739740
Anon, it's 3 in the morning! SHUT UP!!!

>>42727314
>"MY LITTLE PONIES! BE NOT AFRAID!"
>Princess Luna cast her gaze down at two cowering green fillies, a pair of twins (or else very close sisters), wings spread with regal splendor
>Squirming dream-grass crackled under her hooves as she landed, then took a series of graceful strides towards the pair, who were frozen in place and staring at her in stunned silence
>The one to her left was a pegasus, with dark ringed, sunken eyes that radiated anger and fear
>The one to her right, a unicorn with a prominent tooth gap, crouching like a wounded animal, eyes glassy with waiting tears
>The princess at this point knew better than to let the silence linger, and quickly gathered that an air of regal authority would do her no good here, so she lowered her wings, softened her brow, and let the light fade from her own eyes as she adopted a warm, friendly smile
>"My little ponies, you are so terribly troubled. Be not afraid, for your princess is here, and she will let no harm come to you."
>The unicorn broke into a run, gasping for breath in between desperate sobs, tearing her way through the grass
>The pegasus remained stationary, ears perked, not even breathing, just watching the princess with her dinner-plate eyes, accusing and pleading and defeated all at once
>"Please stay put." the princess said, before flying after the unicorn

>>42743041
>The meadow dreamscape turned quickly into a tangled mess of mangrove trees; though Princess Luna was easily able to catch up to the wayward filly in the open grass, she crawled through the network of exposed roots like a squirrel
>Overcome with concern and a little bit annoyed, the Princess flashed the tip of her horn and the trees sank into the ground, leaving the filly on a wide patch of mud with nowhere to hide
>She coiled like a spring, crying "Mercy! Mercy!" but before she could make another mad dash, the Princess was upon her, scooping her up with powerful, soft-feathered wings, cradling her like a foal while she thrashed in vain, squealing and leaking mucous and begging for death (a "real" death, she said between whimpers, the dreamless slumber, slipping away into oblivion)
>"We won't hurt you, little filly. We would never hurt you."
>And the princess began to sing

>>42743046
***
>It was something mournful and sweet, trickling through the pressure in your chest like snowmelt through a dry riverbed, pushing it away in clumps as it filled your heart with something warm and calm and tragic
>The fear morphed to sorrow as the angel sang, and you grabbed on to the fluff of her chest, burying your face in the soft, downy fur, your pathetic whimpering replaced by deep, low sobs
>The terror, the confusion, the acid worry that had possessed you for the last day or so drained; but it was more than that, it was the turmoil that had plagued your entire life, ever since you could remember, wells of tension spilling from muscles in your face and in your shoulders and in your back that had known no rest, not for years (no, more like decades), that pressure giving way to something... to nothing
>Not an overbearing nothing, that nothing that swallows you whole and traps you in the dark, that inescapable and stifling nothing that hisses from a dead heart, not even that empty nothing that calls you to sleep as a break from a world full of terrible, exhausting somethings, but a new nothing altogether
>As if you were totally weightless, anchored to the earth only by the soft touch of this angel, this singing, beautiful angel, and you shivered not from the cold or the fear, but from relief, that's what it was, relief, not nothingness but relief, saccharine relief that melted you into a formless mass of willowy bones, cradled in those soft, heavenly wings
>You summoned the strength to look up, into her kind and gentle face, a face carrying terrible pain, not searing pain like an open wound but an ache, a pervasive and exhausting ache, the ache of an old scar just before it rains, an ache that spilled out in her angel's voice, as though banished into that haunting, sorrowful song
>She closed her eyes, still carrying that song, and pressed her forehead to yours, and you could feel her feeling your pain, and she could feel you feeling hers, and you realized that her song wasn't a song at all, but tearless, melodic weeping, a weeping not from the eyes but from the heart, and the two of you wept together for a while
***

>>42743053
>"Come now, let us go to your sister."
>Nothing more needed to be said, not right now; whatever trouble the little green fillies were in, or at least thought they were in, was surely best discussed together
>The Princess moved the filly to her back gently, the way one would pick up a baby bird
>Her heart ached for the child; though not the most distressing dream she had ever seen, the scene she appeared on was uncommonly so, especially for one so young, a beacon of suffering and terror burning through the tapestry of dreams like a shooting star
>At least they had each other to rely on
>While sharing dreamscapes was an incredible rarity, all she had encountered who could were twins, and it spoke of an unshakable bond between them
>It was odd that she hadn't encountered them before however, with how prolific and diligent her night patrols were
>She leapt into effortless, swanlike flight, staying only a dozen feet above the ground so as not to alarm her hapless passenger, scattering swirls of water vapor glistening with crystal moonlight
***

>>42743057
>I dared not disobey the creature, however much it churned my stomach
>BE NOT AFRAID echoed in my head, turned over and dissected syllable by syllable as I awaited its return, hopefully along with news of my companion's fate
>Were it truly an angel, I worried more and more that the unicorn was right, that this was some sort of divine punishment, that the two of us really had died and were waiting in limbo to be sorted, or maybe even already in hell, a subtle and conniving hell, one that lapped at the back of the mind, fostering confusion and doubt, picking at the brain neuron by neuron, until every thought was so hopelessly disjointed that you forgot what peace was, and if you knew it anyway you still wouldn't be able to feel it, a tumbling doll of flesh lost in the endless wilderness
>Were it not an angel... some sort of ghost or demon, maybe some monster from an obscure greek myth...
>Regardless, it would be best not to take its words at face value
>I imagined it with a slithering tongue, dripping with caustic venom, and I could feel my face contort with hatred
>To be at the mercy of such a thing (truly a thing; what other word could fit? nothing made sense anymore) was a frustration I could not abide
>Even worse, that I could do nothing about it was all the more infuriating, every possible road in my head mapped to an inevitable meeting with the thing, that looming and powerful and graceful and maternal thing
>So I sulked, casting side-eye glances towards every errant shape in the grass, swallowing meekly against the lump in my throat, since besides my frustration I was also terrified, and not ashamed to be terrified because the situation was terrifying, and I thought about running but where could I go, if this is truly a dream I could run forever without moving an inch, if it wasn't a dream I didn't want to risk angering the thing, whatever it had planned could only be exponentially worse if I imposed upon it the inconvenience of a hunt, and I waited
***

>>42743064
>The Princess returned to the pegasus almost exactly as she had left her, except somehow even more grumpy
>Those little dark eyes stared at her expectantly, taking deep breaths that steamed in the dream-night chill
>She took a cautious step forward, carrying the effortless serenity of an immortal royal while inside she wanted nothing more than to pull her in an embrace, those angry little dark eyes barely concealing that same choking fear she had seen in her sister
>Horn glowing midnight blue, she lifted the unicorn from her back, to show that she was unharmed, see, nothing bad happened, you're safe here, I'm not going to hurt you, and placed her at the pegasus' side
>"Would you like to tell us your name?" she said, an open question directed at the both of them, waiting for whoever was comfortable with speaking first
>After a moment, with looks of consideration, both of them spoke at once
>"Anon Y. Mous."
>The pegasus' eyes narrowed, the unicorn's widened
>Both cast a suspicious side glance at the other
>The Princess clicked her tongue; while it was a little ominous that they refused to share their real names, it was not uncharacteristic of children to want to keep pointless little secrets, and hopefully this was one of those times
>"Well, Anon Y. Mous, my name is Princess Luna," she began, deciding it was time to eschew the formal royal vernacular, "And I am very glad to meet you."
>The unicorn watched her with rapt attention, hanging on her every word; the pegasus gave her the evil eye, and much to Luna's chagrin looked ready to flinch
>"I am the Princess of the Moon, and the guardian of dreams. I came to you because you were so troubled by your nightmare. It must have been very scary, having such a terrible thing happen to you. But the important thing to remember is that none of it was real, that you are safe, and nothing here can hurt you."
>The pegasus' already furrowed brow creased ever so slightly more, her glare cracking to reveal just a hair of curiosity
>"But I think there is something more to this than just dreams. You are deeply distressed, beyond simple nightmares," she let the declaration hang for a moment, an invitation for input that was decisively ignored, "Perhaps it might feel better to share what troubles you?"
***

>>42743069
>I took a moment to summon my thoughts, a thousand questions swirling through my head, and selected the most important
>"Are we dead?"
>Princess Luna shook her head
>"Of course not, my little ponies. You are very much alive, otherwise we wouldn't be speaking. Is there a reason why you would be dead?"
>Despite the apparent concern worn on her face like a skin-tight mask, I sensed a trap, a space for some implied riddle or probe for guilt; although perhaps this Princess was giving on opportunity, perhaps this was our chance to reflect, to earn some small mercy before judgement was passed
>I decided to stay neutral, to reveal only what objective truths I could physically observe, a simple factual retelling of events that might open the door for her elaboration, while technically avoiding any deception
>"We woke up together, and hiked the hills without meeting another soul," I pointed to the silhouette of the mountain, lit brightly against a curtain of gleaming stars and arcs of colorful nebulae, though the forest was now a half mile or so away
>"We were trying to find a water source before we did anything else."
>She pursed her lips
>"You are lost? This-" She gestured with her wing, sweeping at the rolling foothills that surrounded them "Is where you now sleep?"
>I shook my head, then pointed to the woodline
>"No, no, we stopped just inside the forest. To shelter from the wind, and in case there was a frost."
>Her expression turned troubled, and it was difficult to parse if it was faked
>"Are you running from somepony? Has anypony tried to hurt you?"
>I winced, glancing at the unicorn, but thankfully she had already scratched off much of the dried blood, complaining about the itch of clumped fur
>"That's what I'd like to know. Should we be? Are they going to?"
>"I certainly hope not," She swiveled her head, taking careful note of the mountains, the stars, the shape of the horizon illuminated in faded moonshine, "Can you tell me where you are?"
>"I have no idea."
>The unicorn was silent
>She tapped at her chin pensively, then shook her head just as her horn began to glow
>"Worry not, for I have ways to-"
>It suddenly felt like I was being dunked in ice; I twisted to raise my hooves and protect myself as the image of my surroundings began to fade, and heard the faint voice of the Princess shouting in the back of my mind

>>42743072
>I shot up, scrambling to my hooves at the same time as the unicorn, fur drenched and freezing, pounded by a chaotic and driving rain
>After a moment, I stopped my panic, ran out from under the canopy and opened my mouth as wide as it would go, gulping down as much water as I could, and when I looked I saw the unicorn following suit, and we both drank until our stomachs were swollen and I even burped some back up, spitting harshly on the muddy earth
>I looked around frantically, swearing I remembered there being a magnolia tree nearby, and it was revealed by a flash of lightning
>Then I went to go pluck off some leaves, but the branches were too high so I grabbed some off the ground, nice looking ones that were still waxy and intact, and rinsed them off in the rain since I couldn't see if they were dirty, then carefully curled them as best I could to form makeshift bowls
>They were completely ineffective, and I tore them to shreds, and anyway if the ground wasn't too dry there should still be puddles in the morning, and maybe I might find one that wasn't too filthy, one where I could use the leaves to scoop up the relatively clean surface water, so guided by a lone moonbeam poking through the clouds I spotted a particularly thick and low branch underneath one of the sprawling live oaks and squatted under it, and soon the unicorn was by my side and we hid together from the rain, shivering this time with cold, and I felt like something terrible was going to happen soon
***

>>42743076
goodnight fillybros

>>42743081
goodnight

>>42744711
Can I buy one and get three free?

>>42744327
A long time ago? But that was just yesterday.

Whats your favourite version of filly anons?

>>42745567
the evil devil hell filly

That damned filly is at it again

>>42746835
sleepy filly

>>42743076
good stuff

Uh oh

That's what happens when you die!
https://vocaroo.com/1my9rYPUqezZ
It's pain that gets worse and worse forever!

>>42747807
The town can barely handle one of these little shits.

>>42750953
She gotta go fast

>>42750953
>Meep meep!

>>42751775
good fillies get reese's peanut butter cups
bad fillies get candy corn

>>42752528
My dick can’t tell the difference

>>42752762
cute

Anonfilly falling into the mirror pool produces special, yotsuba, yotsuba b, futaba, burichan, tomorrow and photon coloured fillies

>>42753737
Me in the middle.

>>42756666
checking these satanic quads, sleep tight little demon