>>43116561
It's a good picture but I didn't want to repeat one that's been used before. >>41163515

I am making my pftg mandated thread post without coercion, there is no gun aimed at my head

>>43116564
I literally have Lower Decks on right now so I wasn't expecting this image to pop up

>>43116575
Oh, good call. I must have forgotten

>>43116596
>I must have forgotten
I get that we’re all autistic here and all, but do you really remember the OP thumbnails of threads from two years ago?

>>43116609
Easy, simply consult the list: https://pone.tf/threads.html

I'm a pony trapped in a human body

>>43116564
>Previously on PTFG
good lord did I really write six entire greens
now I have to write seven of them to make the REALLY FUNNY JOKE

>>43116564
>nu trek
Why do transformation fags have such shit taste?
>>43116660
You can count can't you? Don't need to give yourself asspats.

>>43116669
it's an expression I'm not literally asking someone to confirm it
also I will pat my own fat ass all I want

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>>43116669
Lower Decks was fine. Have a different Star Trek TF if you prefer.

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>Re: turning into your waifu
Sure hope she doesn't deem it necessary to keep you close so you can't get the two of you in trouble...

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>>43116669
The USS Cerritos is a nice looking ship though

>>43117111
I see the human conversion therapy isn't going well

>>43117128
That design is retarded.

>>43117656
She learned the error of her ways.

>>43116860
Imagine the princesses locking you up because they don't know if you're a threat to Equestria or not

>>43117274
you have a gripe with engineering being inaccessible?

>>43118445
That, and, according to Star Trek lore (no, not that one) engineering is being fried by the warp field.

>>43118491
Warp fields are a TF trigger.

>>43118430
There are so many threats to Equestria already. One more doesn't make a difference. So long as a friendly pony is watching over you.

>>43118430
It’s uniquely humiliating to be stuck with an anti-magic ring when you:
1) got cucked out of Twilight’s alicorn form and your sole embellishment is your horn
2) probably haven’t had the opportunity to learn enough magic to be a threat

>>43119355
I lowkey wanna green this

>>43119355
>“You know, in a way, that little purple number around your neck really suits you”
>“I mean, think about it for a minute: my closest friends have some necklaces of their own, in the form of the Elements of Harmony.”
>“We first encountered them in the remnants of the Castle of the Two Sisters while pursuing Nightmare Moon. It took about five minutes before she succumbed to what you might call a ‘rainbow laser.’”
>“The next time we wore them, Discord had attempted to plunge Equestria into chaos, but instead, he got blasted back to stone.”
>“Boom! Another rainbow laser.”
>“Those Elements – those necklaces – kept us safe from whatever threats would otherwise bring about our untimely destruction.”
>“Which brings me back to you… I still don’t know exactly what you are, or why you’re here, or what you want, or even why you look almost exactly like me… If a pony didn’t know any better and didn’t look too closely, they might miss that you’re NOT me! I mean, how crazy would that be!?”
>“You’re lucky we didn’t immediately fear the worst! That rainbow laser would’ve ended this question very… succinctly. Very quickly! So I can see why you – more than anypony else – must be glad to have that collar!”
>“It reminds everypony that you’re not bent on taking over Equestria, that you know how to be a good pony who knows her place. It’s almost like your own Element, keeping you safe from your own destruction. You’re truly lucky to have it.”
>“Does that all make sense? You don’t need to answer right now – you know the rules. Just mull it over until we get back to the library!”

>>43119340
I'm happy for them.

>>43117518
Just leave it off thanks

>>43119495
Cute

>>43119635
Maybe the on and off pictures should be reversed.

>>43118491
by that second point you wouldn't like the Miranda / Steamrunner / Akira etc

>>43117128
This looks like the misbegotten bastard child of a Nebula and a Steamrunner. Haul it away as garbage.

>>43120421
Miranda and Akira look like they have empty space between the nacelles. Steamrunner looks to violate both points, with crewed hull in the middle of the warp field and engineering only accessible by passing through the nacelles.

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>>43116587

>>43116660
Do it!

>>43119495
She'll be a well trained pony.

>>43116660
Obviously the “real” reason to write a green is because you want to exercise your writing abilities, you latched onto an idea, et cetera et cetera, but doing it for a topical joke isn’t even close to the worst reason I’ve seen. Godspeed, anon.

>>43121046
Im sure the telehealth doc will ne extremely helpful for this situation. Silly pone

>>43123749
Schizo scribbles!

>>43124195
What's so schizo about it?

>>43125162
It's the complete dissolution of the self into a different form, in my eyes tf is inherently schizo

>>43126527
that's not what schizophrenia means

>>43126527
Would you feel better about it if you had some sugar cubes?

>>43126777
Yes, please!

Any good fanfics of humans turning into a member of the mane six?

>>43128531
Probably tons of them. I never understood wanting to be one of the mane 6 when you could be your very own pony in Equestria

>>43128531
Have you read Five Score?
Or were you thinking of something more like twinning?

>C'mon bro, keep pressing A! Or we'll never get past Lord Obsidian!
>Goo gah bah goo...
>Yeah sure, whatev--ah sweet, he's dead! Wait--YOU cast the finisher spell? How did you do that?
>You allow your sore marshmallow hooves a break from mashing the controller. You beam enigmatically up at your big brother, wishing you had a way to tell him how much of pleb he was
>Laughing with the characteristic insane joy of a kid who has finally gotten past the most annoying boss in the game, he picks you up and spins you around ecstatically before wrapping you in a hug
>You love your big brother

>The tinny victory music pierces your sensitive ears as you beat the third level of Obsidian Quest XII
>"Nice one, Joypad," Button Mash grins. "I swear, it's like you were born for this!"
>Bright light flashes through the room, and you hear the click of a camera shutter
>Button's mom stands in the doorway to the kitchen, smiling and holding a camera
>"Mom...ow!" Button whines, rubbing his eyes.
>"I couldn't resist," she confesses as she puts the camera down. "It's nice to see you playing with your little brother, but Joypad needs his nap."
"But mom!" Button exclaims, waving his hoof at the screen as it plays the intro for the next level. "We're just coming up on the Starshard Cavern! That's the one with all the stupid keys and bats and fireballs and--look, I'll never be able to beat it without Joypad! Even Shamrock can't get past the miniboss!"
>"Then you'll just have to wait until Joypad finishes his nap," the mare reminds him sternly as she picks you up. You mewl pitifully.

>You wiggle your hooves, trying to let your "mother" know how strongly you protested to this course of action
>she just takes this as a sign that you're a "fussy little guy," and that you need some sleep
>Such circular logic! you mentally pout as she sets you down in your crib and drapes a small blanket over you
>Your pride still smarts from this indignity as you fall asleep
>A loud blare of music jars you awake
>You look around
>You seem to be in a photorealistic recreation of the Starshard Cavern
>You look at yourself
>Huh.. now you have hands again.

>>43128853
>...and you're wearing a loincloth.
>A large creature that looks like a hybrid of a snake and a pony slithers gracefully up to you, its slender tongue flicking between its lips. It hisses sharply, regarding you with slit-pupil eyes.
>Ah, so this is one of -those- dreams.
>Your favorite kind. The one's with hot, juicy, steamy, sweaty...

>...MONSTER-CHOPPING ACTION
>Grabbing a sword out of nowhere, you hack into the beast like a motherfucking viking
>A. Mother. Fucking. Viking.
>You can hear Obsidian Quest VII's awesome retro soundtrack start up as you begin your campaign of ass-kicking
>Giant demon spiders come out you in droves. You turn them into paste without breaking a sweat.
>You recognize all this. You hadn't played through this part yourself yet, but you'd seen Button's friend Shamrock get pretty far on it when he came over
>"Heeelllp!" a plaintive voice calls.

>Button Mash!
>Cleaving your way through another horde of spiders and hopping across a series of unstable rock platforms, you rush to his aid.
>You find yourself in a circular chamber littered with broken swords and armor. This looks familiar, but you can't put your finger on it...
>"I'm all out of lives!" Button Mash wails from the far side of the room. He's an adult in your dream, clad in tattered royal guard armor. He's locked in a rusty iron cage, mirroring the game over screen.
>Your battle-brother must be freed! You rush over to him, intending to cleave the lock on the cage with one mighty stroke of your sword.
>A massive iron wall slams down between you and Button Mash. A trap! Cursing, you spin on your heels and search for the perpetrator

>>43128856
>Suddenly the mini-boss's theme music starts playing
>You gulp and tighten your grip on your sword
>The ground shakes as a massive shadowy figure steps out of the gloom
>The Emerald Guardian glares malevolently down at you. He's a towering behemoth, resembling a minotaur made of--guess it--

Diamonds, actually. Seriously, did the developers not know what emeralds look like? Sheesh.
>The Emerald Guardian roars and lifts a chain with a giant spiked ball on the end
>Shit, this was the battle where Shamrock almost broke the controller out of sheer frustration
>What happens next isn't much of a battle. >Instead you spend most of your time running around screaming and trying to dodge the beast's massive flail. You take more than a few hits, and you can see a small set of hearts on the upper left side of your vision dwindle to four, then three, then two, then one.
>Every time you try to jump over the flail, he just brings it up and hits you
>You're beginning to understand why Shamrock hated this part so much
>Just as the Guardian prepares to make the blow that will deplete the last of your health, you slip on a slick part of the rock and fall into a crouch position
>The flail passes right over you, missing you by a millimeter. It doesn't look like it should be possible for you to duck, but somehow it works.
>Armed with this knowledge, the tide begins to turn in your favor. Now you can land your blows with confidence, knowing you have an easy way to escape.
>At last, you plunge your sword into the mini-boss's glowing weak spot.
>"Any last words, foul demon-spawn?" you spit at the creature as it dematerializes
>"Peee-yew! You're a messy little colt, aren't you?" the monster coos.
>You blink.
>Oh, shit.
>You feel like you're in a falling elevator as you rapidly shrink. Your muscled, tanned fists melt into short brown marshmallow hooves, and your mouth pulls into a short muzzle.

>It's the exactly the same feeling as what you got when you found that strange machine back on Earth. The one that twisted your body into this and sent you here...god, you never wanted to feel that sensation again.
>But you can do nothing to stop it. Your skin prickles you grow a short coat of fur, and a tail sprouts from the small of your back. Your loincloth morphs into a puffy white diaper.
>The world around you is fading and spinning away.
>You clutch desperately at it. No! You didn't get to free Button Mash! You're not ready to--
>You hear a gentle lullaby coming from the darkness. Huh?
>You open your eyes to see your adoptive mother smiling gently at you.

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When you become the mare but your pesky human modesty sense kicks in.

>>43128989
Haha, you'll get used to it in about a week.

>>43129058
To be frank if I got to Equestria, became a pony and all of them were anatomically correct I would be hard/wet for a long while.

>"Haha, I'll swap with Chrysalis!"
>Half way through the transfer of consciousness, Anon realizes his mistake as his mind petrifies into stone
>Now Anon is trapped in Chrysalis's statue body indefinitely, and Chrysalis herself is free to roam Earth in a fat 40 year old body with no magic

>>43129074
I think she'd rather be turned to stone again

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>twilight zaps you
>“tada you're now a unicorn!”
>you're still the same, shrug.
>“well at least you are 100% unicorn DNA, soon you will grow fur and a mane and grow a horn all that. let's accelerate this.
>zap. there agign up the process you're now an unicorn - celestia knows how much energy and pain it would inflict.

>>43129226
This sounds remarkably like the plot of The Fly.
Anon, did you watch The Fly recently?

>be a poor wagie
>you dislike your job, nor can afford any decent hobby
>become a pony
>no cutie mark since you never found what makes you special, until you do so

>have a nice job or hobby that exist in Equestria
>become a pony
>you continue to do your thing
>cutie mark appears on your butt

>be a freaking specialist in your profession or have exotic hobby that doesn't exist in Equestria
>become a pony
>no cutie mark since you cannot recreate your speciality, until you find something else

I’d love to see a mlp version of digital circus where your trapped in a digital mlp game with discord sending you on ‘Friendship lessons’

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>>43123006
Pony doctors will help him now.

>>43129264
>sent to equestria as a stallion, white with a pink mane
>you look like a massive faggot, but you don't care that much
>it's fucking equestria bitch!!!!!
>while celestia is on an outing in ponyville, you manage to spot her
>and you hide yourself in a nearby bush, vaguely behind her
>the etheral tail does little to hide those glorious marebits nestled between those mammoth flanks
>you hoof yourself to a mindblowing orgasm to thoughts of dragging your tongue over every last inch of her body, which distracts you from the fact that Celestia has now turned around to look down into the bush
>she drags you out by your tail, but her eyes stick to your flanks
>yeah, yeah, you're blank, whatever
>wait, why is she smiling?
>you look for yourself, at your new cutie mark, a sun surrounded by a heart
>her sun, specifically
>"And a cutie mark so similar to my last royal consort, too....."
>oh
>oh no
>(oh yes?)

ey maybe this one'll get more it's an amusing premise
bro's talent is satisfying celestia, but no matter how willing the spirit is, can the flesh keep up, or is she just gonna leave him looking like a horse raisin?

>>43129063
They would be too.

>Anon gazed across the remnants of a civilization lost to the pages of time. Deep within a vibrant valley of lush foliage stood crumbling remains of stonework nearly consumed by nature in completion.
>Anon stood on a sketchy switchback which was descending from a steep canyon wall. His elevated perspective allowed him to view the specs of structures which weren’t entirely engulfed in vegetation. Anon allowed a soft sigh to escape before continuing his trek down the perilous path.
>Anon felt his scavenged accoutrements, and makeshift gear gently bob with each hoof step. He had awoken in this place, realm… planet? Regardless, he had ended up in a place very far from home, and body he knew. Without an accurate way to track time, he honestly lost track as the weeks merged to months to possibly years. Just him and his new body. Not a soul or animal around.
>There were signs of bygone life though. Old structures, buildings, even what seemed to be long abandoned animal burrows and nests… Just not the inhabitants. Even with his memories being the scattered mess they were, Anon was well aware he was a stranger in a strange land. Maybe he should feel lucky that he didn’t have to deal with a potentially hostile local population… On the other hand, he felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness at a strength he could never have previously conceptualized. Did everything just abandon an entire continent, or was he blind to the signs of occupied civilization? Maybe he missed warning signs… Maybe he is actively walking deeper into this world’s equivalent of a nuclear contamination zone.
>”A horse in isolation.” Anon mumbled between labored breaths as he cautiously continued his descent downwards into the valley. Hoping to find even a living insect in this purgatory of a place.
--

>>43130819
>Hours had passed, however Anon had managed to free himself of that accursed trail down. Now that awaited him was dense foliage, and no way to ascertain how far out he was from his prize. A part of him played with the idea of just calling it a day, and setting up camp, after all he was already starting to feel exhausted. Those thoughts were dropped after a moment of consideration. There was still plenty of daylight, and he had an interest in capitalizing on it.
>Anon cleaved a low hanging branch with his “machete” which was in actuality an ornate short sword he had found during his travels. The sword was held firmly in the algae green aura of his telekinesis. An ability he had gone quite a while without realizing he was capable of. If he could conjure this power with a slight pressure of will, he was curious about what else he could do. Unfortunately, without someone or thing around to share their second hand knowledge, he had to rely on written texts. However that presented a different problem. Any book or scroll he found that hadn’t been ruined by the elements was complete nonsense to him. The purest form of chicken scratch that a pen or quill could bring to paper.
>So lost in his musings, Anon had missed a raised root on the forest floor causing him to tumble to the ground. “Mother FFFu-!” Anon held his vitriolic tongue, however a brief flash of anger nearly had him ready to physically retaliate against the offending plant with his sword in a desire of vengeance. That emotion passed as well.
>Anon got back onto his hooves, and made sure his belongings hadn’t scattered from his multiple packs before continuing his on his journey. He could feel the telltale sign of emerging hope he had felt numerous times he had approached structures like this in the past. Even if it was filled with hateful beings that told him exactly how many knots to tie into a noose and get lost. It would at least confirm he wasn’t alone.

>>43130821
>Anon took a tentative step onto a large cobblestone path that hadn’t been completely reclaimed by nature. His first step out of the denser foliage. A glance around showed debris from several buildings, almost every man or whatever-made thing in the vicinity was consumed in a thick wall of roots, vines, and other greenery… Except for a large obelisk, or maybe tower thing further down the main path which seemed comparatively pristine. The head of this structure must have been the landmark he gazed upon at the top of the canyon. A dark stone… thing apparently warding off nature with how intact it appeared.
>Anon took a second to soak in his immediate surroundings, noting the ever-prevalent silence as his ears swiveled attempting to pick up the slightest noise. His eyes swept past the degraded structures hoping to see movement. Eventually all his senses fell back upon the only thing still standing tall. The tower-obelisk-thing further down the path.
>In this moment Anon felt an odd mixture of anticipation and anxiety accumulate in his stomach as he starred at the slightly foreboding object. “Either I find somebody, or I get some cool loot…heh…heh.” Anon tried to reassure himself without much success as he placed one hoof after the other in a slow and rhythmic fashion.

>>43130823
>Anon now stood at the base of the structure. A massive hexagonal tower which jutted far into the sky. If he squinted his eyes just right, he could see the tower was capped with a rounded dome of some sort of vaguely translucent material which partly exceeded the width of the rest of the tower. Anon couldn’t help but sallow hard as he began to mentally prepare himself. Wait.
>”Where’s the door?” Anon was bewildered. From this angle at least, he couldn’t see a door, a staircase, or even a ramp which would grant him entry. “Okay, no sweat, just gotta-“ Anon cut himself off as he started into a light trot around the circumference of the structure. All sides were bare stone as far as he could tell. “Is there a secret entrance maybe… Or is this just a pile of rock… GAHH!” Anon unceremoniously threw his sword onto the deteriorated cobblestone path which surrounded the structure, he could feel the anxiety from earlier mix with his ever-present exhaustion.
>Anon fell to his haunches, and he could feel his ears start to pin against his head while he simmered in self-pity and anger. “What’s even the point?!” Anon yelled at the tower. “…Is this how those assholes who built the pyramids felt?” Anon mumbled now feeling completely deflated. His gaze locked firmly on the rocky texture of the path and his discarded blade.
>Yet another dead end. Whatever. Anon was tired, and this area seemed as good a place as any to set up camp. After sighing to himself, Anon stood back up, and picked his sword off the ground, returning it to its sheath. He wasn’t sure how cold it could get in this valley at night, so he started to scope out other buildings which weren’t entirely enveloped or crumbled to their foundations. Afterall even a few walls could work wonders at keeping the wind off his hide.
>A smaller building across from the tower caught his eye. It lacked a roof, but it did have four, or technically three and a quarter walls. Large opening, and not so much lush foliage that a fire couldn’t start. Good enough Anon surmised as he trudged his way towards it.
>Debris from the collapsed roof made an excellent surface to start a campfire on, and while thick vines had certainly invaded parts of this room, he still had plenty of space to lay out his sleeping mat and get going on his gourmet dinner of boiled hay and flowers. After filling his belly with a bland dinner, Anon laid down for the night. The collapsed roof gave Anon an unprecedented view of lunar sky. Stargazing was… difficult in his old life if Anon remembered right. But here… It was a feast for the eyes. Often Anon would forget about the benefits of his new home, although it was often weighed against the many cons.

>>43130825
>The light of the campfire danced brilliantly against the walls, after Anon was finished marveling at the stars, his eyes traced the many flickering shadows the fire was casting upon his environment. His gaze drifted around the room as he felt his eyelids closing with a hearty weight. In a corner, where the vines had consumed a large section of his temporary abode. Anon could have sworn he saw the light of the fire penetrate through the vines, and the depth beneath them seemed almost too deep. Sinkhole perhaps? That thought didn’t fill Anon with any comfort, but perhaps a basement laid below? Thoughts for tomorrow Anon concluded.

>>43129607
If he's got the cutie mark for it I think he'll survive. Lucky stallion.

>Anon gets offered a deal to live in equestria as a stallion
>Anon accepts the deal without reading the fine print
>Rather than getting to live his dream of living on SAA with his applehick wife Applehack he replaced her
>AJ was never born, Anon was born instead

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSvORvIjZiU
>Grateful for the good family, home and purpose from birth but burdened by things no newborn should ever be
>The ghost of a former life robbing him of the chance to truly start afresh, haunted by the knowledge that no matter what he tries he can't save pear butter & bright mac not without knowing what kills them in the first place
>Replacing Applejack carried the consequence of assuming her roles as well as the burden of imposter syndrome and guilt, she just didn't exist, didn't die in the womb or during birth, wasn't absorbed by him like some parasitic twin.
>She just wasn't. Some switch was flipped and Anonjack was the one that was born instead of her.

>Be AnonJack
>You've lost track of when things were supposed to happen in the show
>To be honest (heh) you've forgotten most of it, decades without watching a single episode of MLP made your ability to predict things murky at best
>So imagine when instead of the Flim Flam brothers coming, they're the Flim Flam sisters

>"Anonjack, What do you mean you need our help to win the farm back?! Last I remember you three were fighting about splitting the profits for cider, not something so drastic!"
>Anonjack stares at his fellow Elements and possible friends with an unreadable expression
>Sweat starts to bead on his brow, but as he's about to respond one of the Shim Sham Sisters (Celestia help you figure out which is which, they don't have a moustache to diffrentiate them now) struts out from behind the barn, making a show of wiping off her mouth
>"Good work with those negotiations, stud! We'll be along shortly with our things, you and your little Applebrood can go ahead and start packing up."
>The other one follows after, walking with a noticeable limp
>She's in a much more loopy mood than her sister, and when she makes eye contact with Anonjack she flashes him a wobbly grin
>"B-but hey, don't be a stranger..."
>Anonjack slowly turns his head to look at his friends
>Varying levels of displeasure on their muzzles
>"They... made some very compelling points."

>Big Mac and Applebloom have to go out and drag Anonjack home every other week when he's run off with some new mare he met
>Granny Smith doesn't even get out of her chair anymore after the fourth time he claims he's found The One (they'll have broken up by the end of the month)

>The appledash ship still becomes canon
>Rainbow Dash says that she's just protecting him from dangerous mares
>Here's a hint: she's the most dangerous mare he knows

>Anonjack visiting fluttershy's cottage more
>Gossip is theyre dating
>Reality is that Anonjack is trying to get ahold of discord to make him restore applejack

>born as anonjack
>big macintosh is now a mare
>applebloom is now a colt
>granny smith is now gramp smith

>>43131158
Eh, I feel like it'd be a lot darker and more impactful if Applejack HAD existed, and you just replaced her at a random point in time.
She's just poof, gone, leaving everyone worried about and desperately missing her, all while you're the only clue to, and closest pony to be held responsible for, her disappearance.

>>43131158
>Shim Sham Sisters
SEX WITH SHIM SHAM SISTERS
>>43130829
>I don't know much about your life beyond these walls...
>The fleeting sense of love within these Sun forsaken halls...
>And I can hear it in his voice...

How do you think you would adapt to not wearing pants in your every day pony life. I can't help to think I'd be constantly trying to cover up or wear something to cover up because it'd feel so wrong

>>43131858
i think it'd be weirder to be the only pants-wearer
but i wonder if the average pony also feels like clothes enhance sex appeal

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>>43131939
Imagine introducing the ponies to lingerie

>>43131259
I would simply blame Discord.

>>43130170
FAGGOT

>Be Anon Sparkle, and real nervous.
>You replaced Twilight Sparkle.
>Which all around is a really bad thing.
>This is going to end with all of Equestria destroyed or something.
>On the flip side, you do have friends.
>So Princess Celestia isn't too worried about that.
>Honestly can't say no to a cute nerd like Moondancer.
>Spike still a thing too.
>Also know Nightmare Moon's whole gig.
>Try to play the part and maybe you can still save the world.
>Celestia sends you to Ponyville.
>Can at least count on the others to play their rolls.
>Just have a dude in the middle of this friendship.
>Hope it isn't too weird with all the mares.
>Land in Ponyville.
>Five stallions are waiting for you.
>"Oh this is fucking great, Twilight got replaced too."
"You mean to tell me..."
>"Yeah. We're the main six now."
"Fuck."

"Ok, so any other changes? You guys still like our mare counterparts or?"
>DashAnon pipes up quickly.
>"Oh no we're all waaaaay different. Take me for instance. Sure being real fast is cool, but you know what's even better?"
"Being loyal?"
>Rolls his eyes.
>"That's character traits. Any way, weather magic. Like dude I control the weather. The weather! I went all in and practically the best weather mage ever."
>Makes his point by bringing his wing tips close and arching electricity.
>"So cool."
>JackAnon takes out a gun.
>Well damn.
>"I'm Sheriff."
"So the Apple family's finances?"
>"Let's just say I actually know how to count. They're taken care of."
>Anonity, who looks way buffer than you'd think, steps up.
>"I wasn't really into dresses. So I took up metallurgy."
"A blacksmith."
>"Oh yes 'darling', I love making armor and weapons. Gems for that extra magical punch."
>FlutterAnon actually sounds like poisoned joak Fluttershy.
>"Forest warden. Think ranger for the Everfree Forest. I've already met Zecroa. Know every monster and critter that scurries in there."
>That leaves Pinkponk Anon.
>"I'm a pirate."
"What?"
>"Naw, I'm kidding. I did build an air ship and use it for...privateer stuff."
>Oh god this stallion has definitely killed people.
>They all put a hoof on you.
>"TwiAnon, tell us the truth. What about you?"
"I still learned magic."
>"And did you make friends?"
"Yes. Also Moondancer is my marefriend."
>There is a pause, a dark shadow over their faces.
>A tear rolls down AJ.
>"You did good Anon. Real good."
"Y'all want to do something real funny?"
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>Be Nightmare Moon.
>"Mares, mares, mares, mares."
>And you think this world has gone insane.
>These stallions have cornered you in your castle.
>And they won't stop chanting.
>"Mare, mare, mare."
>They just captured you.
>And they're now just rubbing you.
>Not carnally, but it's real uncomfortable how hoofies they are.
>"Dark mare."
>Please use the Elements.
>Anytime now.
>Don't want to be here anymore.
>"MARE."

>>43132616
>Nightmare Moon returns the sun and releases Celestia to get the Male Six to stop petting her
>She doesn't properly reform and stays the Nightmare, just 'compliant'
>The group doesn't initially unlock the Elements, but hanging out and being bros together strengthens their friendship for it eventually

>they unlock the Elements for Discord
>initially they play along a little in his chaos world cause it's a change of pace and unironically fun
>even give him ideas for how to mess stuff up more
>it's only when they start to see how miserable every other pony is that they do something
>they don't actually HAVE the Elements yet so they just do what they can
>any magic and tricks they've learned
>all unsurprisingly are ineffective against Discord
>starts to dawn on them that they are literally trying to fight an equivalent of a god
>shit
>Discord decides they all need some time apart to cool off and readjust (see; corrupt them)
>only when the Anon Six realize that losing the first genuine, real life connections they've made is scarier than losing to Discord does the spark hit
>friendship beam goes off and Discord is banished
>after the dust settles
>"was it always that gay?" one anon asks
>the other five, in unison give a simple "yes"

They all say 'No homo' every time they use the Elements.
>Anon Pie holds his friends close
>"Full Homo."
>Nobody can tell if it's a solo game of gay chicken or if he genuinely means it
“No homo.”
>”All the homo!”

AnonSparkle, ironically exactly the same as Twilight after pushing himself to fill her role once he realised he'd taken her place, became as neurotic and anxious as she was because he doesn't want to 'fail' his role. He's likely as powerful as Twilight was by virtue of filling her role but throws himself into studying and training to try and keep up with his idea of her which also leads him to being the same again, not making friends or being social instead just locked away in the tower studying.
Him being Twilight though means he's going to surrounded by beautiful mares his entire life, mares he can't do anything with without the fear of ruining things, breaking the timeline or getting it wrong.

>the episode where the mane six meet the anon six
>pinkie asks why they're all green
>the anons all start calling her racist as a joke

>Varieties of "are you racist?" get thrown
>all of them said through poorly stifled cackles and barely suppressed smiles
>each Anon Six is goading the other on to more and more all nearly falling over each other with laughter
>justlikemymongolianthroatsingingforum.jpg
>then Pinkie starts crying
>thiskillstheanon.jpg
>there smiles and optimism: gone
>the Anon Six push Anon Pie toward Pinkie to try and get him to fix it
>arguing starts about "who started it should fix it"
>turns into a Six Stooges bit
>the slapstick slowly turns Pinkie from crying to laughing
>the rest of the Mane Six join in
>they see the Anon Six as slightly rough around the edges, but overall good
>the six don't realize that each Anon is trying to injure the others with gusto but the PG rating of the universal box they're trapped in won't let them
>"Why I oughta" can be heard echoing across town for miles

>>43132763
>>the six don't realize that each Anon is trying to injure the others with gusto but the PG rating of the universal box they're trapped in won't let them
jej
thanks anon i think youve fixed the three stooges for me

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>>43132616
>>43132619
Lmao these are great.

>>43132763
>pinkie asks why they're all green
Oh I literally just assumed they were all born with the same colorscheme and hair physics as the ponies they're replacing.
Something like pic rel. (Which may honestly be the best Stallion 6 designs I've seen come out of all 16 years of this fandom's life.)

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>>43132365
Imagine ponies introducing you to lingerie.

>>43133135
>Be anon
>TF into little mare
>Adorable little green filly with all the perverted fantasies still hidden underneath
>Finally get to see Rarity in all her grace
>You want nothing more than to finally see her flanks in lingerie
>What a better pony than the fashion pony herself
"So anon, you're saying that humans wear frilly revealing underwear for fun?"
"Yep, they wear it and show off for strangers too. Im sure you'd like it Rarity"
>Rarity is amused
"Oh im quite sure you humans absolutely adored such displays. I would certainly love to participate darling, perhaps i should make some 'lingere'."
>You have you chance, you seize it
"Oh, you should make yourself some. Silk stockings suspended with lace garters, i think it'd look so good on you"
>You explain watching the unicorn work her magic on the sewing machine
>Your little marebits tingle imagining how sexy rarity will look in her lingerie
>You close your eyes in quiet fantasy
>Suddenly Rarity's magic lifts you up and dresses you
>Silk stockings suspended by lacy garters just like you described
>You fumble your words trying to understand what happened
"There you go anon, why you look positively adorable darling! Why don't you go show off your 'lingere' to the ponies in town like the humans do"
>Rarity explains watching a pouty frown soread across your beet red blushing face
"Hmph, that's what i thought little filly, perhaps you should keep those salacious thoughts to yourself, darling. They're unbecoming of a proper filly"

>>43131858
Just start wearing dresses :)

>>43133219
Well he’s having fun.

>>43133556
We can't all be Big Mac. Some of us stallions are a bit too self conscious to wear dresses

>>43133912
Then become a mare.

>>43133985
Become the mare version of Big Mac.

>>43133348
It was good try at least

>>43131858
As uncomfortable as that might be I think the best approach would be to just force myself to go about my everyday buiseness without covering anything from the start. If I were to develop a habit of wearing clothing as a pony too, I'd probably never get used to not doing so.

>>43133985
Would that make the entire situation easier? The thing you're used to covering up isn't there and the new thing you never had to cover up before.

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>WELCOME BACK.
>ITS BEEN QUITE AWHILE.
>NO MATTER.
>AWAKEN.
The voice echoes inside your very skull, ringing like the toll of melodious bells. Your eyes slowly blink open. The world comes into focus, smooth, slate-grey walls arching overhead like the inside of a shell.
Behind you, as you come to see when you turn your head slowly is a strange sight. A tree, or a crystal shaped like a tree, its immense surface glittering and shimmering, casting an ethereal light across the cavern walls.

>You decide to talk to the tree
The idea strikes you that Trees too can speak. You rise to your fee-Hooves and move toward the tree to ask it what it wants from you, however, the moment your hoof makes its first shaky step toward the tree its crystalline surface lights up.
A harsh, painful buzzing fills your little ears seeming to penetrate deep inside your very skull.
It seems the Tree isn't in the mood for a chat.

>You leave
You think very hard about it and try to create light with your horn, a slight throb rewards you for your efforts, it seems your horn isn't working just yet.
Breaking out into a gallop away from the scary tree you quickly decide to leave the cavern behind. Its dark but the wind whistling against your coat tells you the exit is this way, after a few moments of galloping your little legs carry you out in a forest!

>You examine your wings
You have wings! On your back are two small fluffy wings like a bird, how wonderful.
You try to move them, its a bit strange, like having an extra pair of arms sticking out of your back. You focus intently on wiggling your feathery appendages and are rewarded when they flap open! wiggling them further, to and fro, up and down you nearly whinny in delight at the fact you can move your wings.

The forest around you is immense, tall, shaded and deep. Trunks twist around one another holding aloft an emerald green canopy of thick leaves, the sunlight casting dappled shadows upon the forest floor.
Looking for civilization and other people seems like the smart thing to do, your wings could help you out alot in that giving you a bird's eye view of the imposing woods.

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>>43135630
>You manage to fly, somewhat.
Flying is hard! You flap your wings as hard and fast as you can and manage to lift off the ground but the strain is immense, you only just manage to get yourself a few feet above the ground with great effort.
Your wings feel heavier with each beat, already building up quite the sweat all over your body. Perhaps if you knew how to fly better you'd get a glimpse at the civilization you desire, unfortunately though your wings are not strong enough to carry you higher just yet.

Landing back upon the forest floor panting you look around once more. There is nothing but an endless maze of brown, green and black as far as you can see. The only change in the landscape is the distant snowy peaks of the mountains, some close their shadows cast across the forest while others loom against the horizon far, far away.
It seems for now you'll have to hoof it to find anything or perhaps anyone else. The sight of the forest is daunting, you hope that these trees don't scream inside your head like the other one did...

With no other options you begin trotting into the forest, quickly becoming enveloped in the shadows.

>You look for a path or river to follow
Into the forest.
Fallen leaves, roots and twigs crunching and snapping underhoof as you make your way deeper into the forest, its embrace humid and still but for the calls and chirps of its smaller residents.
The woods are big! the trees tower over you greatly, their roots intertwining with one another and overlapping with the gnarls and thorns of various briars and brambles as if in competition for even the smallest of spaces. No path presents itself just yet but you keep your eyes peeled for anything and your ears perked for the sound of water, either would surely be the thing to follow to find... something.
something more than trees.
You wander for quite awhile, the sun casting warmer and warmer light on the forest bathing it in its orange haze as dusk draws near.

The breeze on your body feels chillier than it ought to you think, perhaps your coat is a bit thinner than it should be, without a mirror or other reflective surface to gaze upon your natural beauty though you're unsure as to the extent of your predicament.
Your wanderings through the forest have finally paid off! Parting some of the brush your eyes light up at the sight of a castle!
A real, genuine ancient ruin in the heart of the forest. Most certainly old and decrepit even from this distance. Its crumbling walls and broken spires are visible but nevertheless its the first sign of civilization you've spotted since awakening in this odd place.
Perhaps within you may find shelter or even clues to help you better understand the world around you?

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>>43135638
You are indeed light enough to cross the rope bridge, While the walk has tired you out somewhat it did let your wings relax, whilst full flight isn't achievable it seems you can manage wing assisted hops quite well. Hopping from board to board on the bridge as though your light as a feather and quickly making It safely across to the other side, the ancient ruin rising intimidatingly above you. The old castle would be the ideal location for a secret lair for your nefarious schemes.

This place is old! You make your way inside though the conveniently ajar front door and into the main hall. Dust, cobwebs and plenty of scattered leaves greet you like royalty as you enter, this place must have been important once, with all the faded and moth-eaten tapestries and banners hanging from the walls.
The room splits off into multiple routes, 6 halls and stairways branching off either side with a large double stairwell at the end of the hall, above which is two fancier banners. One in midnight blues, the other in dawn yellows, both banners sporting the visage of similar winged and horned creatures... like you.

Tip tap clip clop go your hooves on old stone as you venture further into the ruins. Hopping step to step up the large stairwell because your legs are definitely long enough for them and not short at all you ascend into the upper floors of this mysterious, decrepit place.
Passing beneath the shadow of the two large banners you give them one last look before proceeding down yet another hall this time into an expansive chamber its end dominated by a shorter stairwell leading to a dais in which two twin thrones sit half destroyed by time.
The thrones sport the same colour scheme as the banners you glimpsed previously, midnight blue and dawn yellow. A banner of the night sky drapes above the left and a banner of the daytime drapes above the right, this must have been a palace once for two rulers you conclude. A king and queen or prince and princess, or perhaps even two of the same.
What a perfect place for a lair!
Theres little of interest in the throne room beyond the banners and the thrones themselves, there are however a few more doors flanking either side of the chamber. Whilst some have been collapsed in from fallen stone a few stand intact and even open, two of which catch your eye the most, on your left a closed door and on the right an open door leading down another hall.

>>43135645
Deftly you hop upon the dais and clamber up the blue throne, grabbing the banner in your teeth and wrenching it free with a sharp tear! tastes mothy...an acquired taste .
After a bit of fiddling, fumbling and finagling you manage to tie a knot! somewhat, hooves are silly clumsy things but you manage it well enough by using your teeth and wings, you stand proudly in the throne room having conquered it by taking down a banner and posing in the spoils of your conquest.
You have acquired the moon cape!
+1 to warmth, +2 to coolness !
Satisfied and looking quite heroic you canter over to the left door, its closed and the knob as it turns out is not a handle but a conveniently shaped hoop for you to pull with you teeth. Due to being a respectable height you have to jump a little reach it then wiggle backwards to pull the door open, thankfully its unlocked!

A short walk down yet another hallway leads you into a library! A treasure trove of ancient knowledge lost to time and moths..
cobwebs, dust, mothballs, a few vines and plenty of mosses a shade greener than you observe their new guest as you trot into the centre of the library. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of books sit abandoned on their shelves, some clearly consumed by moss and mothbites, others soaked and damp from millennia or so of rainfall through the cracks in the ceiling but many more yet are untouched just a tad dusty.
Your exploration has been rewarded, it may not be piles of treasure or snacks but its something..

Approaching the nearest bookcase you lean down slightly, very slightly, and wiggle out a book from the lowest shelf.
Its dusty to be certain but thankfully intact, sitting back on your haunches you set the book down upon the floor and flip it open with your hoof.
Miraculously, you're somehow literate, the words on the page do not feel familiar, nor do they look familiar but nevertheless you understand them.
You push the strange feeling aside as you read, this book it seems is an old recipe book explaining how one can prepare and present various period-appropriate confections and small desserts, the vivid descriptions of the treats capture your imagination and you can almost taste them. You suppose this is what they mean by flavour text.

Perhaps the book itself is tasty? You fumble a bit but manage to bring it up to your snout, nibbling on the corner. Tastes... bookish... plain.The page isn't much better, kinda crunchy but the paper is quite old, perhaps it'd more appetising with some sugar?
somewhere, a librarian shivers

>>43135652
Resolving to explore the library further you happen upon a bookcase more your stature, long since faded covers and spines in once brighter tones greet your eyes as you approach.
Grabbing a thin, leather bound volume with worn gold leaf on the spine you sit back against the case to read, propping the tome on your knees.
Opening the cover you begin to read

>Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria, there was a young stallion who wandered far and wide.
With his magic, he healed the sick, helped crops grow into delicious food and could even change the sky to bring perfect weather-bringing happiness to all the friends he made in his journeys.
>One day, deep in the forest, he met a jealous spirit. Scoffing at the stallion's power and the land he cherished the spirit cast a terrible curse upon the land. Crops became bitter and tasteless, rain fell the wrong way, and the ponies of the land grew angry.
>Connected so deeply to the land he wandered the stallion too was changed by the curse, no longer would he help others or nurture the land. Instead he delighted in souring their crops, letting the forests consume their homes and darkening the skies with storms.
>Fearful of what his jealously had done, the spirit pleaded to the sun and the moon above him to undo his mistake.
But like a bad seed the curse had rooted itself too deeply.
>In the end, the sun and the moon had no choice but to unite and send both the wicked spirit and the twisted stallion away forevermore.
>Over time the sun and the moon healed the land of the curse. Saddened that the stallion was gone they called upon everypony to take charge where he could not, the sky was bright once more and the crops were tasty once again, just as the stallion had done for them before.

>While a curse may cast something in darkness, that does not mean it was never in light.

The small, faded illustrations show blurry, smudged scenes of the story between each page though they offer little in the way of extra detail or context. You set the book down. Something seemed off about this story but you can't place what.

>>43137421
Twilight found out about the lingerie incident

>>43137547
What's she gonna do? Lingerie-based research?

>>43138016
Twilight is about to establish the science of lingerie, if one outfit is sexier than another then there is an objectively sexiest outfit and anon is the perfect test subject for that research. Afterall, humans are experts

>Be anon
>Sent to equestria as a baby pony. An earth pony.
>Day 1 (Post manic sanity questioning and horrifyingly scarring birth experience.)
>Your new mother is holding you in her arms after a difficult birth, it has put major strain on her as is obvious as she does not utter a word at the sight of you, or the chance to hold you.
>Instead of ruing the moment with your uncontrollable crying, you keep quiet and just think to yourself for a while.
*Right, so. I'm in my new mothers arms in a completely different dimension inhabited by ponies. Not to say the idea of having a second chance isn't a nice one, but why ponies? Regardless, I guess I'm going to have to live with this from now on. Unless this turns out to be a sick dream... Shit, its getting hard to think, hazy vision too, I can hardly see what my own mother looks like!*
>"Mrm mf... Mfh un mff..."
*Wait, shit. Someone's talking... What is that?*
>Another hazy figure comes beside the bed and continues to make sounds you can't quite yet make out. Your vision is drastically impaired, so is your hearing, about the only thing you can truly trust is the warm embrace of your mother. Speaking is out of the question, you are nowhere near adapted to your new vocal cords enough to be able to talk properly.
*I'm guessing that might be my father?*
>The question is supposedly answered when you are given to the hazy figure beside the bed.
*Right well, he's trusted to hold me. Father then.*
>Your father's embrace seems to be just as warm as your mothers, at least you can take comfort in knowing you have been given a loving family.
*This might not be too bad. Given a second chance, starting a new life in an awesome new world. This might turn out... Great...*
>You feel weak in mind and in body, as you are just an infant. So you inevitably doze off in your fathers arms and await your new adventures.

>>43139488
>Fast forward 7 months. 7 months of grueling, annoying parental supervision. Aside from being able to kick back as much as you like, you can't propperly walk, focusing is still hard and talking is out of your grasp. Your new tongue is barely able to move in the ways it has to to make the sounds. It doesn't help that you constantly have to spend your time with other babies, as your mother does not expect you are so well aware of the things that are going on. Apparently your mother is in the middle class, a flower seller in PonyVille. Nothing special, but you've never been one for luxury life. Your father is a bread baker, again, nothing special, but your family apparently gets by fairly well. But this moment is a little different. Your mother is trying to get you to speak again.
>"Come on, say mommy, mommy."
*This is really fucking tedious y'know.* "Ma... Bffpfp." *Fucking SHIT!*
>"Try again sweetie, go ahead, say mommy. I'm, mommy."
*I'm trying, woman! We've been doing this for 4 months now!* "Mam... Moooo..." *Honestly I'm surprised I can focus for this long, by this time I usually get distracted by somethi- Wait where's my ball?*
>You try to look away to find your ball, but your mother quickly turns your head at her and asks you again.
>"Please sweetie, just say, mommy."
*Alright FINE GEEZ!* "Mo-mmyy..." *THERE I FUCKING SAID IT, NOW LET ME GO FIND MY BALL!*
>"Oh my Celestia! You actually said it!"
*Wait I did? Hey yeah, I guess I did!* "Mommy!"
>"Oh, DEAR! Your son can say Mommy!"
>She quickly picks you up and storms off to the kitchen with you in hoof. Bringing you up on the table as your father comes closer in excitement as well.
>"Go on sweetie, say Mommy again!"
*Aaaw yeeah, I got this.* "Mm-Mommy!"
>Without hesitation, your father jumps up in the same excitement as your mother. For the next couple of months, you re-learn new words, and almost get everything down, by year one.

>>43139498
>Year 1.5 in Equestria as an earth pony.
>However, apparently your spontaneous knowledge of much of the dictionary and your well rounded use of full, coherent sentences has drawn some attention. Apparently its not wise to be expressing your adult intellect at such an early age. Wups.
>Most of the town already knows about your ability to hold a good conversation with even an adult at such an early age. You are called a prodigy, a genius several times. Even if most of the long conversations you hold are because you fail to realize what exactly it is that you are doing. You fail to think of the consequences and talking at the same time. Either way, your parents could not be more proud of you.
>After mastering the art of walking as well, you do not hesitate to do so, refusing to be carried by your mother anymore. Except for when you're tired that is. Today, you will be babysat by an uncle of yours and the conversation that follows takes an interesting turn. Eventually getting there, your mother leaves you in the supervision of your uncle. After a few hours of playing around, he asks something unusual.
>"So hey, champ. Do ya know what "School" is?"
"Yeah, it's where you go to learn, right?"
>"Would you like to go there?"
"Don't most kids go at the age of 5?"
>"Well, they do, but you're special. You can already talk to people about things even they don't know about."
*Oh shitnuggets, I see where this is going.* "Well, uuh, maybe. But, I don't wanna be picked on by the other kids..."
>"Would you maybe just like to be taught by someone then?"
>"Well... Maybe?" *Shit, I still remember most of my school years, this could go bad. More pretending awaits then.*
>Just as expected, within the next half year, you are given a tutor. To which you have to constantly pretend steady progress. It is a tedious process, but so has everything up till now been. With a light step, making sure not to overshoot the genius rank, you steadily "learn" everything the tutor teaches you.

>>43139503
>Year 5 in Equestria.
>You blew it. Majorly. Everyone knows you are basically a prodigy child. Apparently your slow learning process of learning everything your tutor tells you right after he tells you, is still MUCH too quick. What's more, that tutor apparently came under the direct orders of Celestia, the ruler of Equestria. Woopty friggen doo~!
>You're already at grade 7 after only 3 years of "Learning". As though that wasn't enough, your family is being moved to Counterlot itself! Thinking and talking seem to come separately, still and that basically means you fail to keep yourself from speaking about the secrets of the universe to your tutor after a study session! To top things off, you are requested a private audience with Princess Celestia... Great. As you approach the massive doors to Celestias thrown room, you are let in and carried over to Celestia, to save time. You are still tiny and slow in comparison.
>What you see before you is well beyond what a normal child should ever see, Celestia herself in all her glory in front of you. Resonating an aura of wisdom and motherly love that rivals your own mothers.
>"Hello there my little one. Do you know why you are here?"
*There's... There's just no more reason to stop myself anymore... Is there?* "B-Because I like learning?"
>She laughs softly as she's looking down at you from her throne.
>"No, child. You are here because you have learned faster than anypony before you. Because you seem to know a lot more than even some adult ponies."
"W-Well, I like reading too..."
>The soft laughter repeats and she steps off her throne to get closer to you.
>"Child, what you talk about and know about do not come so quick no matter how much you read."
>She lowers her head to your ear and whispers something that takes you by immense surprise...
>"Tell me, child. How much of your past life do you remember?"

>>43139507
>Those words scare the living crap out of you. Literally, you barely keep yourself from shitting right then and there. Guess still being a child means still being easily scared, not to mention the still occurring brain farts. You leap backwards and land right on your butt with a mortified look on your face.
*HOLY SHIT! OHSHIT OHSHIT OHSHIT OHSHIT!*
>Celestia looks at you perplexed for a moment. Once again smiles and tries to calm you down.
>"Do not worry, little one. I mean you no harm. But I still want to know the answer to my question."
"W-Wh- Ho-How can you possibly know??"
>"I know because the signs are obvious and my knowledge of the world we live in allows for such things to occur... Well, mister. Are you going to answer me?"
"W-Well... I remember most of it... I mean, I know exactly who I was, in fact, I still am who I was."
>"Aah. I see. Do not worry, old spirit. Your secret is safe with me, however, I will have to ask many more questions of you when we meet again. For now, time is short and I must get back to my royal duties. For the time being, my own personal student shall take it upon herself to continue your studies, as oppose to your old tutor. GUARDS!"
>The massive doors open again and two guards gallop in. They stand beside you and salute their princess.
>"These guards shall take you to your parents, there they have already been acquainted with my personal student and your new tutor. She knows no more than your parents or these guardponies here. What we talked about here today remains behind these walls and our further discussions shall be much the same."
"... Thanks, I guess?"
>"Think nothing of it. Take him home, guards. And bring in my next meeting."
>You are carried away from the throne room and up the palace, your parents are eager to meet with you and run to get you by the door, followed by many hugs and praise. Inside is a room nothing short of a luxury suite and a purple unicorn sitting on a couch in the middle...

>>43139511
>Year 7 in Equestria
>That purple unicorn. She is one hell of a nutcase. It turns out that her name is Twilight Sparkle and apparently she was an ACTUAL prodigy child. Not a child anymore, but a prodigy no less. In magic, anyway. She learned most things she knew from books and she did not shy away from making you read every book on every subject you learned with her. She also didn't shy away from expressing her deep, idolistic perception of her teacher. She wouldn't stop stressing enough over how you were insanely lucky to have a private meeting with her almost every day, just as she was.
>Speaking of which. Celestia was entirely different. Caring, patient and all talk. You were forced to share knowledge of your past and that meant releasing a lot of information about humanity and the like. It came as no surprise for her, though. She was well aware of other dimensions. You wouldn't be surprised to know she's visited some, she's basically a goddess. Regardless, her lessons seemed to focus more on the magical plane of things. She explained how you became what you are, as well as how it could be reversed if you had chosen to do so. Apparently, despite being an earth pony, you retained a weak magical aura around you because of the full transformation. This aura could in turn be read and reversed with the use of immense magical power. However, considering you were basically given another chance and the universe with magic beats the one with no magic any day of the week. You decided to stay with your new family in this dimension.
>Your family had somewhat better luck as well. Both their separate businesses started booming soon enough and money was hardly a problem anymore. Things could hardly have been going better.
>And then? Celestia decided it was time for you and your family to return to your old home, along with Twilight sparkle. You had basically finished all of grade school and there was no telling what awaited you back home, as a genius among geniuses.

>>43139514
>Year 11 in Equestria.
>As you were laying in bed one night. A question had popped into your mind. It is a question that would haunt you for a very long amount of time, as it was not one to be taken lightly...
*I have 15 bits right now and my parents still wont give more than 20 every week so how to best spend the-... What the hell, about MY cutiemark!? How in the world am I suppose to find mine? Technically, I'm not suppose to have one. I used to be a Civil Engineer as a human, but it was hardly a dream job of mine, I got forced into it!..*
>For the next few months you couldn't think of anything that you would enjoy doing most. After confronting either of your parents, you got the same response from both, several times!
>"Don't worry dear, this type of thing comes with age, you'll figure it out eventually."
>But then the question came, had half a lifetime not been enough to learn what it is you truly want out of life? After a while, you shrugged it off and figured it would sort itself out at some point. So you continued your studies with Twilight, making friends with her friends as children of your age were not the best social demographic for you to be dealing with. Your further studies were about Equestria as a whole. What is where, how magic works and about different cultures. Basically learning all you could about this world. Twilight had been holding you as an equal, discussing about things that would make other ponies heads twirl around themselves. Luckily, your inherit logical mind allowed you to keep up with Twilight on actual pondering topics about serious thoughts. But your age was beginning to catch up to your smarts, only just.

>>43139518
>Year 17 in Equestra.
>17 years and still no sign of a cutiemark. This was beginning to worry not only your parents, but the following you had developed and all of your friends. How could this world renowned, globally accepted genius not have his cutiemark at the age of 17?! It was a ridiculous notion among the ponies!
>Twilight had done as much as she could to try and help you figure out what it is you would like to continue doing with your life. Learning had seemed to come naturally, but no cutiemark. You tried various odd jobs for several months each, among each of your pony friends.
>Tailoring with Rarity.
>Sports with Rainbow Dash.
>Fieldwork with Applejack
>Animal care with Fluttershy.
>Baking with PinkiePie along side even your father!
>But although each of these things seem to come fairly well, better than any other starting pony, none of them gave you a cutiemark.
>You were even offered the help of the former Cutiemark Crusaders. But nothing seemed to help this particular problem.
>So the old question came back. Is more than half a lifetime really not enough to figure out what one wants to do in his life? Has the human society corrupt your mind so much, that you can't tell the difference between something you want to do and something you are told to do?
>One thing was sure, you could not fully answer this by yourself. So you figured it'd be best if you had requested an audience with Princess Celestia once more. Needless to say, it didn't take long for YOU to get one. You were taken away in a chariot, back to Canterlot castle. For one more audience with Princess Celestia to try and figure out what this meant for your future in Equestria. In hopes that her divine wisdom may help you once more.

>>43139520
>Meeting at Canterlot Castle.
>This time, you were allowed to enter Celestias thrown room by yourself, as your stature and speed had finally reached fair levels. Coming up to Celestia, she seemed exactly as you had left her those many years ago. Resonating the same waves of love and wisdom.
>"Welcome back, old spirit. Has Equestria been to your liking in the past years?"
"Indeed it has, Princess. But I have come across a problem. I cannot seem to figure out what my cutiemark may be. I am beginning to wonder whether I can gain one at all due to the circumstances of my existence here."
>"Do not threat, everypony should be able to gain a cutiemark regardless of the way you were born. The magic that connects the cutiemarks to their respectable ponies works for everypony, because of the essence you now posses. However, I believe I know why you fail to find your specific cutiemark. You are right to connect this to your human society. From what I learned from you, it seems as though your kind is heavily unhappy on a whole, global scale. But only a small portion of the people there choose to take action on this fact, which is why little change is seen."
>A pause in Celestias speech emerges, as she takes a moment to think on what would be the best advice for you. Eventually continuing.
>"You see, my precious wandering spirit. You had not been called a genius and a prodigy this whole time just because of your actual age. You were able to keep up with my best student, even expanding on certain topics with her for several years now. You were always a great mind, even in your human years, only it has been suppressed and unnoticed by your society."
"Wait, I'm no genius! I had nothing but average grades in school, I was barely doing my job right!"
>"Aaah, so you were, but your job was not the one you had wanted and the grades you obtained were more focused on your memory, than actual intelligence. But your ingenious mind, is why I want to send you back to your world."

>>43139523
*Say whaaaat?* "B-Back to my world?! What reason could I possibly have for going there?"
>"Your world is not as it should be. It faces incredible hardship and no one from your world seem to fully realize this, let alone do something meaningful enough about it. I believe you would be able to eventually shift your society in the right direction, just enough for it to have a better ending."
"So you want me to go to my old planet, back to my old human self and rally enough followers to re-write how our society works?? That sounds completely ridiculous!"
>"It is the only way your world will ever know piece."
"Well, would you at least be able to bring me back after you send me off?"
>Celestia shakes her head side to side with a sad look on her face.
>"I am sorry. There is no way I could reverse the spell after I perform it. But if you succeed, your world will not be that different from this one. I beg of you, agree to go back to your world and save it from itself."
"W-wait, you want me to go there as a selfless act to save them? Although I can see where you're coming from. I'm not sure I would be able to! I wouldn't even know where to begin with! Heck, I don't remember where I would come back to! And what about my current parents?"
>"Going back there, you would be sent about three days from where you left off. I suspect you would have been rendered unconscious and would wake up, like nothing had happened. As for your current parents, all of your connections to this world, besides me, would be reversed. You see, reversing the spell, means reversing and erasing your weak magical aura, effectively wiping everything that has led up to this point. Somepony else would take your place in your family and history would re-write itself."
"That all sounds... Rather amazing, don't you think?"
>"Thus is the way of magic."
>After a long pause and many swift thoughts on the subject, you reply with...
"I'll have to come back to you on that one, Celestia."

>>43139528
>Year 21 in Equestria.
>It is safe to say that all of your previous traits have returned to the way they used to be. With the exception of having a pony body instead of a human one. However, even at the age of 21, you have yet to find your cutiemark.
>Your last visit to Celestia has left a serious though on your head. Saving an entire planet from itself is not an idea to be taken lightly. Even if it took little effect on you in the beginning, it has been eating away ant your conscious for 4 years now, setting you up to a breaking point. Combined with the though of never truly being accepted in this society, it seems like your reasons for staying here are fading as well.
*Dammit to hell. Why did she have to be right on this? I really don't have a choice, either I stay here and be shunned for the rest of my life as a genius blank flank, or go to my world with the hopes of improvement. Shit.*
>It didn't take much longer after that for you to finally face Celestia with your mind made up.
>"Hello once more, old spirit."
"I have decided that you were right. I think it is best for me to return to my world and try to make a difference. I choose to devote the rest of my life for this goal."
>"... And you are sure of this?"
"Those people are going to nuke themselves to bits if I don't go do something. And me staying here will only cause me pain."
>"Very well then, old spirit. You have a lifetime of knowledge and wisdom in that head of yours. Put it to good use back in your world."
>Without any more hesitation and a face of deep sorrow, Celestia lights up her horn and engulfs you in a white light of magical energy. You see your own magical aura come into view and shatter into glass-like pieces right beneath your hooves. With a final blinding burst of energy, you are hit with all that magical power, rendering you unconscious.

>>43139529
>Year 47 in Earth.
>You wake up in a hospital ward. Surrounded by gift cards, flowers and candy boxes. All of your memories come back into play and you remember your mission here.
>For the next month, you recuperate after what had apparently been a horrible car accident. You are diagnosed with temporary loss of motor control and slight memory loss. Before too long, you are let into the world, with a quest in mind.
>You start slowly, by finding like minded people around the world via the internet, gathering as many people as you can who believe the world is one fucked up place.
>In a few years time, you are able to start a whole campaign leading to the change in global ideals and tolerance levels.
>Twenty more years pass and your campaign has gained somewhere between half of the world's attention. Most people seem to think alike to you, they just needed a good leader to bring them together.
>Finally, at the age of 80, your campaign has led up to global change in though and ideals. Over 75% of humanity start to live by your code of morality and peace. However, your age takes a toll on your ability to lead them and you leave the movement to the rest of the world.
>Now, at the age of 87, you are laying in your death bead. Surrounded by your followers, the hospital you're laying in swarmed by people who respect and love you. The entire world mourns your fate and awaits your final words.
>In your last sparks of energy, you let out a sentence that you've been wanting to say for a long time.
"... And our God had Fuck all to do with it..."
>With that, your energy is depleted and you effectively die. Leaving your body.
>After a while of a sleep like state, you wake back up, flat on your stomach. As you get your bearings, you see Celestias face once more.
"W-Wait... H-How?"
>"Did I forget to mention that you'll still come back here when you die on earth? Oh deary me, how forgetful of me..."
*... Fucking... Gods...*

>>43138219
Soon the whole of Ponyville will be wearing mathematically optimal lingerie. And all thanks to Anon.

>>43142657
Wtf, this was an actual toy?
The 90s were such a wild time

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>>43142803
jp exclusive too

>>43142657
>>43142969
Wow. These are real, not just somebody's modification to existing toys?

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>>43143188
what? no the first is an edit and the second is a custom the real toy looks like this from one of the japan sequels to beast wars. Beast Wars Neo.

>>43142438
>Help i accidentally took 2 Pon-E pills

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>>43143367

>>43143422
Read right to left.

>>43143346
Await cuddles

>>43143726
back go fuck?

>>43143726
Nah, these things are always read left to right, what kind of psychopath would make it the opposite

>>43144114
The same kind of psychopath who turns ponies into humans.

>>43141543
>initially very popular (and highly lucrative for the wizard unicorns powerful enough to cast it), the Stallion-Into-Mare spell was eventually banned forever when SOMEPONY jsut HAD to ruin it for everyone

>>43113819
>The guard plunges the spear towards his target
>Shining Armor gasps in disbelief
>The spear glances off a magic shield
>The four Alicorn Princesses decend on the guards binding them together with their magic
>Celestia's horn glows ready to blast Shining Armor away as he struggles to his hooves
"Wait!!!"
>Twilight screams hurling herself at her big brother
"Twilight! What are you doing, we need to restrain him at once"
>Twilight struggles to hold back her tears as she holds shining Armor tight
"Can't you see, the chains, he broke free!"
>Celestia's horn stops glowing
>Luna and Celestia can hardly believe what they're seeing
"I don't understand, only alicorns are immune to the magic"
>Luna explains as Twilight helps her brother to his hooves
>You cautiously trot up to the princesses as they discuss the anomaly
>You hardly understand the magic yourself but you have to say something
"It's about courage! Sure, alicorns are immue but not even humans are safe."
>You try to explain
>Celestia and Luna try to recall the stories they heard as fillies to piece together what happened
"Luna, you remember the stories better than i, do think the human pony is right?"

>>43144708
Cruel twist of fate as all anon wished for was to fuck shining Armor

>>43142039
>When the shower feels so good you didn't even realize you tf'd during it

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>>43145318
Must be nice.

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>>42491527
>>42514043
I had fun with the inverted colors on this one – I had to flip around my approach for a few things. Hope you think it’s neat too!
>>43106175
Glad you like it!
>>43106183
Kudos and thanks! Great to have you around.
>Do you choose to draw TF biology in a weird way or is it because you can’t into anatomy
Though I’m generally aware of the “scientifically accurate” way to do the finger/hoof transition, I’m not fond of how it looks and take a lot of liberties. Some of my TFs are more faithful than others, such as the recent Minuette one.
>>43111232
ohyou.jpg

>>43145666
>Though I’m generally aware of the “scientifically accurate” way to do the finger/hoof transition, I’m not fond of how it looks and take a lot of liberties. Some of my TFs are more faithful than others, such as the recent Minuette one.
Fair enough. Sometimes it's worth cheating a little in art to get the effect you want.

I think part of why I think so much on realistic anatomy is because I'm a sucker for slower/gradual TFs (e.g. EQG Scootaloo changing into a cow over like 3-4 weeks), where natural growth/anatomical patterns are more likely to be the route for changes.

That said though, your EQG RD from a couple years ago >>40736384 has a hell of a lot better anatomy/proportions than actual EQG ever did.
(Kinda wish there was more "character into X" stuff like that here. I guess as a writer, "generic human"/Anon can feel a little bland compared to exploring how one of the ponies we know would handle a life-altering experience.
I tried doing a dedicated thread for it [anything outside of human-to-pony], but 2 out of 3 died early, so I might wait until I can make a few green or something to try again.)

>>43145666
A 666 for evil Fluttershy.

>>43144730
>Luna gazes around making sense of what they're seeing
>She was absolutely enthralled by the stories of the elder alicorns when she was a filly
>The stories of King Mahrek, though the stories were long out of living memory by the time even she heard them she still remembers them quite well
"The filly is right, Mahrek's story wasn't one of triumph, it was a story of greed. Mahrek used his magic to dominate all of pony kind under his spell. His spell carried weight on all except the alicorns."
>Luna explains recalling every detail from foggy memory
"The alicorns foolishly saw the plight of the ponies as beneath their concern. They were content with being left alone to maintain their way of life and prosper"
>Luna shakes her head remembering how the used to whine about how the alicorns could be so selfish to the ponies but smiles remembering where the story gets better.
"King Mahrek's greed and pride got the better of him. It wasn't enough to rule over all the ponies of the world. He plotted to steal alicorn magic and use it to power his portal so that he may spread his dominance across dimensions and other worlds"
>Everyone gathers to listen even the guards struggling against their magic binds settle down to listen
"With an army of ponies King Mahrek attacked the alicorns stealing magic and fueling his portal. The alicorns realized how gravely mistaken they were to dismiss this threat as merely a problem for the ponies."
>The excitement builds as the story reaches its climax
"How did the alicorns defeat him?"
>You nervously ask as Luna gives a quick smile
"The alicorns fought back. They realized that they would never be left alone if they allowed King Mahrek to continue his quest for power. The battle was long and hard fought but the alicorns came close to defeat, the pony armies and Mahrek's magic too too much. Then, in the alicorns darkest moment, the ponies broke free of Mahrek's spell, turning on their former master. With the combined magic of the alicorns they were able to seal King Mahrek away in his portal freeing the ponies from his reign. From that day forth, the alicorns became the stewards of the land to keep the ponies free. The legends said, only a pony as consumed by greed and lust for power as he could free him from his prison, shame we never could have belived it was possible but here we are."
>Luna finishes lowering her head in grief
"If the human pony is right and it takes courage from the ponies to break free from his spell then we may stand a chance at defeating him once more"
Twilight cheerfully explains holding her brother tightly with hope

>>43147465
If he's trying to convince me not to, he's doing a bad job

>It's a quiet night
>Maybe too quiet
>The only sound comes from your van's stereo, playing music with the volume almost all the way down
>You are still trying to figure out what happened
>You were killing time between classes
>You went for a coffee at a nearby coffee shop
>You opened the coffee's lid
>The contents were hot indeed, no need for a warning on the cup
>You pressed play on the van's stereo
>You took a few sips, so far so good
>Next time you realized you weren't in the city anymore
"This can't be true"
>The city literally vanished in front of you, replaced by the countryside
>You tried to grab the wheel but couldn't
>Because your hands were no longer hands, but hooves.
"Click"
>Your reminiscing was abruptly cut short when the stereo made the mechanical sound it always makes when the tape is reversed
>Now you realize you've been listening to the same music for several hours straight and quickly press stop
>You don't know where you are but you're hungry
>You look around and immediately notice the huge stain on the passenger seat, caused by the spilled coffee
>Clearly hooves aren't meant to grab coffee mugs, yet that's the least of your worries
>Trying to stop the panic from coming back, you violently hit the glove box with your one of your front hooves and get it to open
>You use both front hooves to grab a chocolate bar you had, hoping for it not to have melted
>You use your (surprisingly sharp!) teeth to open
>Never had a chocolate bar tasted better in your entire life
>Music... You canny eat without music
>No... Changing the tape would be impossible without actual hands
"Sod it"
>You press play on the stereo and let the same tape repeat for the umpteen time

>>43147782
Go on?

>>43147782
"Yes, finally!"
>You cannot contain your excitement while you make sure you're not missing anything for the trip
"Equestria's best weekend is about to start! 48 straight hours of fun in the countryside, because we deserve it!"
>Starlight Glimmer comes near you, barely containing the laughter
>"Calm down, Trixie! You sound like a radio announcer about to sell a dishwasher"
"Sorry, it's just we haven't left the town in quite a while! I still can't believe Sunburst invited us to his 'tâteau'"
>"I think it's pronounced 'château'. But yes I'm happy we get to visit him. He told me how lonely he felt over there, as there aren't many neighbours around"
>You start pulling your wagon's arness
>Thanks to Starlight, the wagon feels light as you left any unnecessary belongings at her house
>Sadly, that meant no melon spoons or books about optometry will be at hand during the trip
"Okay, you tell me which road to take"
>Starlight happily walks next to you, guiding you with a map
>Around half an hour later you start seeing less and less crowds and more grass around you
>"Want me to carry the wagon for a bit? I don't mind!"
>You appreciate how Starlight cares so much but there is no need! You're Equestria's finest pony, scientifically proved!* (*Not really)
"No need to worry about Trixie! I'm in a really good mood today! But if you want to do Trixie a favor, take her to the burger place we went last time!"
>Starlight cannot help but chuckle
>"You can count on that!"
>By the time an hour had passed, you start feeling thirsty
>You stop moving the wagon to catch a break
>Starlight immediately notices you're tired and offers you a drink
"Not going to lie, Trixie would love if you could find the water battle for her!"
>"Not a problem!"
>You sit on the ground to catch a break while Starlight looks for the water inside your wagon
>However, something catches your attention
>A wagon, bigger than yours, parked a few meters from you, right next to a tree
"Starlight?"
>"Yes?", you can hear your friend answering from inside the wagon
"Is there anything in-between a wagon and a garbage truck?"
>"It really doesn't look that bad, Trixie! It just needs a paint job!"
"I'm not talking about my wagon, I'm talking about that wagon!"
>Starlight comes out with the water bottle, looking intrigued
>"What are you talking about?"
"Well, look over there"
>Your friend takes a look at it
>It's some kind of transportation, looking clearly more modern than garbage truck
>Both of you are intrigued, as you don't seem to remember seeing one of those lately
>Maybe a fellow magician travelling from town to town?
>A fellow magician with deeper pockets than you, clearly

>>43147865
>Without saying anything, Starlight takes the initiative
>She starts approaching that odd white wagon while you take a sip of water
>You don't give it much importance at first, until you see Starlight's face expression changing
>You quickly leave the bottle aside and call up her attention
"Is everything alright?"
>Uh... Well, could you come here for a second, Trixie?"
>You cannot help but wonder what's happening. You start walking towards her but before even getting close to the wagon you start listening to something... Odd
>Music
>A song you don't remember having heard before, coming from inside the mysterious piece of transport
"What is that... music?"
>You asked quietly, not that you are scared! It's just you don't want to scare any animals that might be around
>"I have no idea"
>You try to pay attention and recognize any lyrics

And we're all to blame,
We've gone to far, from pride to shame,
We're trying so hard,
We're dying in vain

"Oh, I get it"
>You don't get it
>Starlight eventually approaches the wagon's window
>She didn't say anything, she just kept looking
>You come closer, not before talking a peek at your own wagon
>What did she try to imply with "it only needs a paint job"?
>"Oh, they moved!"
"What? Who moved?"
>"The pony who is sleeping inside that thing... And frankly my sixth sense tell me they aren't feeling well"
>As soon as you approached the window, you understood why Starlight said that
>You saw a green pony, with their eyes clothes but shaking their head, as if they were having a nightmare
>They were surrounded by assorted garbage like disposable cups and candy wraps
>"I'd normally not wake up somepony having a nap...", started to say Starlight before you interrupted them
"Leave it to Trixie! I'm excellent at interrupting!"

So yeah I'll continue tomorrow. It's late in my timezone and I have work tomorrow. I hope it has caught your attention. Be back later. Good night fags.

>>43147880
Nice

>>43144380
How is this ruining it?

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>>43147880
>The image repeats itself again and again
>You taking a sip of coffee, and then the city vanishing
>Your hands are no longer there
>You feet are no longer there
>Not even your clothes are there
>And suddenly you want to scream but you can't
>Instead, the images repeat all over again
>You try to understand what is happening but you can't, you simply can't
>And then a sudden burst of panic erupts
>You violently wake up from your nightmare, grasping for air
>And then you saw it
>Someone knocking at your window
>Well, not someone. but... "somehorse"?
>"Hello? Is everything okay?", you hear saying
>And now you are indeed able to scream, and don't hold it
>The blue horse at the other side of your window gets scared and starts running away
>But it won't compare to you, as you manage to open the door and start running away in panic

"Oh, my!"
>Someday you will have to start speaking up everytime Trixie tries to do something without thinking
>All of the sudden, your weekend has turned into a two different races
>Trixie is screaming and running towards a tree by your left, while the green-colored pony that was inside the wagon runs to the north, also screaming like crazy
>You need to act fast
>That poor pony looked heavily distressed and could be a danger to himself
>You need to think fast
>Come on, Starlight, you can do this
>You take a quick look at you surroundings
>You think for a moment about teleporting Trixie and using it as a speed bump to stop the green pony
>"No, Starlight, surely you can do better than that"

>>43149165
>teleporting Trixie and using it as a speed bump to stop the green pony
do it that's very funny

>>43147223
>Shining Armor embraces his little sister
>He tries to recall what made him snap out of it
>He finally makes sense of it
"Yes, the human pony is right, it was courage. Seeing them fight back despite the odds made me realize just how powerless that monster is to stop us if we work together"
>Shining Armor looks to the exhausted humans with shame
>A human stands, limping over to the white stallion and his sister
>With an outstretched hand the human lends his service
"If it means freedom and going home then we'll put everything behind us and help in any way we can."
>Shining Armor still looks upon the human with suspicion but gives the human his hoof anyway
"Maybe i was wrong about humans. I'll gladly be wrong if it means saving equestria and the ones i love"
>Twilight pulls the human in for a warm hug in the cold winter forest
>A buzz of hope and optimism works its way through the crowd of ponies and humans
>For the first time in days, things feel like they're going to be alright
>Celestia lifts her horn high with pride
"There will be time to build our bonds but till then, we need rest and shelter, Luna and I have found the castle of the two sisters to prepare for the coming battle. This way everypony"
>Celestia smiles taking the prisoner guards in tow
>With a sense of safety and direction, everyone follows along hopeful to get out of the cold and rest.
>You trot up alongside Twilight. This mission had been multifaceted and you desperately pray Twilight was able go accomplish her goal
"You did get the thing you were talking about right? The thing that's supposed to turn people into ponies?"
>Twilight leans up against you proud of what you accomplished
"Sure did, looks like you got the humans out too. You did a great job"

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I know I’m mostly known for drawing TF artwork, but at the risk of losing some support, I’m going to take on a new artistic direction. After doing something on my kitchen bench (which I don’t want to get into), I found that TF really doesn’t interest me any more. Or, more accurately, it doesn’t hold a candle to my passion for tile patterns.
I tried making a few of my own threads about this but the jannies pruned them pretty quickly, so I’m hoping I’ll have better luck here.
I drew AJ with a Marazza Real Alcázar Traditional Geometric Star 12in. X 12in. Glazed Porcelain Backsplash Tile, which is a pattern she’s been seeking for a while. I think AJ’s friends would try to support her hand-chiseled zellij mosaic interest, but Fluttershy’s definitely more of a “Luxe Terrazzo Earth 23.54 in. x 23.54 in. Matte Ceramic Floor and Wall Tile” kind of mare.
This was a lot of fun to draw. Hope you all like it too!
-ShowsTileAnon

>>43150000
>hand-chiseled zellij mosaic
>Hand
Tile pattern TF trigger?!1

>>43150000
>quads
holy moley

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>>43149165
>Grass won't help
>Tiny branches won't help
>No rocks around
"Welp"
>You lock your sight on your friend, who is looking for refuge behind a tree
"Sorry, Trixie
>You use a teleport spell and suddenly, she's no longer approaching the tree, but serving as a speed bump for the green horse
>"Aaaah!", they keep yelling
>Their synchronized screaming is suddenly interrupted when the green horse trips and violently falls to the ground
>Trixie looks clearly shocked, still not knowing how he changed places, until a clear "oh, right" expression shows up on her face
>"Sorry, Trixie, but now the utmost priority is the well-being of that pony"
>You help Trixie get up and then you take a peek at the pony
>He seem to be unconscious, with his head up, mouth open and eyes wide shut.
"Are you alright?"
>"Yes, but please, next time something else to stop him!"
"You're right, I'm sorry. Listen, maybe we should take him to Sunburst's house and see if we can find a doctor nearby."
>"But we don't even know they guy!"
>Fair point
>"Yes, but think... If we ever have a problem and hurt ourselves while traveling, wouldn't we appreciate being aided by others?
>Trixie looks at the green pony, still unconscious on the ground
>"Well, I guess so, but... Don't you think he might be dangerous? I mean, he started screaming as soon as he saw me. Why would anyone react that way at the mere sight of Trixie?"
"Eh..."
>"Trixie's hair looks fantastic!", she yelled at your face
"I didn't say anything!"
>You chuckle, but quickly remember the unconscious pony near you
"Okay, that's it. I'm going to carry him on your wagon to Sunburst's house. I'll think on what to do there."
>"Oh, I can't afford to miss his face expression when he sees you arriving with a half dead pony!"
"He's not dead!"
>You lift him using telepathy and Trixie looks at his body slowly flying towards her wagon
>"Does Twilight approve of you moving other ponies against their will?", she asks without taking her eyes from the green horse
"Please, she wishes she could do the same!"

>>43150273
Just leaving a paste in case someone cares
https://ponepaste.org/11832

>>43150000
Best thing I've seen all day.

>>43144730
Just gotta use the element of courage.

>>43150283
Thanks!

>>43150588
I have thought about it

>>43150913
Thanks to you anon.
I'll try to carry on later.

>>43147223
Thanks for explaining the plot, Luna.

>>43149517
Hell yeah

>>43150283
>https://ponepaste.org/11832
Added to the story archive.
https://pone.tf

>Be you
>Sheriff Abbondanza' Anon' "You've yeed your last haw" Apple
>Your girl friends. seperate, platonic, girls who are friends, have dragged you to Rarity's boutique
>Miss priss wants to design everypony in the nationally honoured group an outfit for the GGG
>And you ain't having nun of it
>"Anon Darling please you must let me make you an outfit for the Gala!"
>"Ah said No rares, you'll have your ha- HOOVES full as is making 4 dresses plus your own."
>"Pleeeeeeaaaasssssseeeeee!"
>"No"
>"Pleasepleaseplease you'll look handsome I promise!" The mare whined, doing that tippy tappy thing she did with her hooves when both insistently whiny like now, and when excited
>"C'mon Abby let Rarity make you something" Dash cut in
>"Ah don't need it, already got an outfit"
>"A hat and your badge isn't an outfit Abby." Dash pushed
>"Stop calling me Abby and thats not what I'm gonna wear, had something else in mind." You retort
>At the mention of an outfit Rarity ceases her please-please-please to narrow her eyes at you instead. "What? What are you intending to wear exactly?" She presses
>"Mah dress blues."
>....
>"Y'know? Since I'm Sheriff? Ah got a fancy uniform for ceremonies and stuff."
>Sage nods and small smiles are offered in response by the mares, Rarity in particular seems pleased
>"Yes! A stallion in uniform is sure to turn some heads."
>"Annnnd lifffft soooome tailssss." Pinkie sing songs

>>43150273
>"Kai"
>...
>"Kai!"
>You shake your head after listening to someone yelling your name
>"You seem to be a bit distracted today"
"Yeah, sorry..."
>You take a look at your mate and then the burger you were eating
"I suppose I didn't sleep quite well last night. And besides... Well, you know"
>"I already told you, mate. You are much more interesting than you think you are... It wouldn't take you much effort to find new friends or a new partner if you actually took the effort to do it"
>He takes a bite of his 'Bacon Explosion' burger and you do the same with yours
"Well, yes, I agree, but you know my tastes are a bit..."
>"Don't even mention the ponies again, please. You are worth much more than a bloody cartoon"
>Even if he means well, his words...
>They hurt
>You lower my head and then take a sip off my Coke
>The day is bright and sunny
>Everyone around seem to be having a nice time, just chatting and eating
>Yet everything inside you feels dark and lonely
>Your friend lets out a sigh and gently hits the table with his right hand to catch your attention
>"Listen... I know we promised to graduate at the same time but... you know I couldn't reject that opportunity"
>"Besides it's not like we'll never meet again. I'll come around once in a while, and we'll always have Google Meet, right?"
>He's right, though
>There's not always a second chance
>And then, as you kept thinking about it, your friend simply vanishes
>And so does the city around you
>The day becomes night in the blink of an eye, and now everything is cold
>A bit too cold
>More than cold, you could say wet
>Wet?!
>And then you woke up, violently grasping for air
>Your entire face is wet, with water dripping from your hair
>"Yay, it worked!", proudly exclaimed the merry orange horse
>"Yes, but it was Trixie who brought the bucket of water!"
>"But it was my idea!"
>Please... No more yelling
>"Stop fighting, please! We need to make sure he's okay"
>After grabbing some air you just... stay there, looking at those three
>You don't yell or try to run away this time
>Because something tells you there's nowhere to escape to

>>43151685
Thank you.

>>43150273
Enjoying it so far.

>>43149364
You were right.

>>43151973
Poor little thing. He needs hugs and kisses.

>>43151999
he also needs a leg.

>>43151589
I probably gave too much away in retrospect but what's done is done
>>43151658
Things are starting to look up for our little rag tag group

>>43151734
>It’s been like… three, four years? since you last thought about MLP
>Yeah… It was after you started uni and he left
>And now it’s coming back at you… at full force
>But why
>And more importantly, how?
>”Please don’t be scared, we come in peace”, said the purple pony
>But you know who she was
>And the blue pony, and the orange pony
>You know them too bloody well
>You let out a sigh, deciding it’s best to just tag along
>”Are you okay?”, the purple pony asks
>You sigh again, and try to stand up, only to fall down and hit your head against the floor
>Of course, you dumbass, you can’t stand in two feet
>You don’t even have feet anymore
>The others seem worried, running to help you stand up
>And you let them help you, why not?
>By the time you realize, you’re already standing up…
>On all fours
>You look at yourself
>Your horse fur, 100% green
>Your hooves, your chest…
>”Hmm, I wonder if I’m still a male”
>You check
>Yes, you still are
>The purple pony tries to establish a dialogue again, while the other two look at you intrigued

>>43152375
>”Hello, I’m…”
>Starlight Glimmer
>”Starlight Glimmer.”
>Of course
>Are you okay?”
“Yes… I suppose”
>”What’s your name?”
>”Let’s call him Fluffy Swamp!”, exclaims the blue pony, a bit too loudly for you
>”Trixie, please, he has an actual name”
“Kai”
“My name is Kai”
>The three horses look at you, as if they were expecting you to keep talking”
“That’s it. That’s my entire name”
>Right after noticing how serious you sounded, you realized it’s better not to mess around with horses who are able to use magic… and Trixie
“Sorry, I… I’m a bit shocked after the hit, that’s all. I suppose I must have run into a tree or something”
>”Eh, yes, more or less”, answers Starlight while looking clearly nervous
>Trixie rolls her eyes and lets out an annoyed sigh, but why?
>”Wait, let me dry your face”
>Starlight brings a towel and dries your face, not with her hands but with her magic
“Thank… Thank you”
>”Why don't you take a seat?”, she asks while putting a chair right next to you, again by using her magic
>You instinctively get away from the chair
>She immediately saw how that scared you, but before she apologizes you take a seat without saying anything
>Thankfully, sitting wasn't very hard
>”Please, Trixie, stay a minute with Kai. I'll be right back.”, said Starlight while approaching the orang–
>Enough with the colours. That's bloody Sunburst
>She lets out a smile before leaving with him

>>43150000
ok this is actually pretty kino for an april fools joke

>>43152130
I think he still wants his hands back.

>>43152558
Poor little colt got mamed in the Everfree Forest before anyone could find him. Tragic, he never got to use his wings

>Anon is an Idaho potato farmer
>Gets sent to the MLP setting and becomes an alicorn
>Gets abused like that one greentext from a previous thread
>Finally makes it to Equestria and recovers
>Goes back to being a potato farmer

>>43149517
>The last few days spent sheltering in the catacombs under the castle of the two sisters were a much needed reprieve for the group
>Some good food and stories went a long way to help ease the fragile bond between the ponies and humans
>Twilight carefully studies the spell she needs almost scared to make an attempt
>The humans largely recovered and build up their courage spinning tall tales of fights with bears and other tales
>You spend your time content to be with your family
>The trials ahead worry you, rightfully so
>Every attempt to help the captured guards has been fruitless
>The spell grips them tight
>Every attempt to inspire them is met with intense visions of what can be if they dare disobey King Mahrek
>It's worries everyone but nobody dares say it aloud
>Twilight brings over the discs
>She sets her book down and takes a breath
>She wishes she could practice on something however all she can hope for is a volenteer
>Twilight's voice cracks as she adresses the crowd of humans
"Hello everyhuman, i just want to start by saying how nice it is to have come to know you all, but as you all know, time isn't on our side"
>She explains as she hovers the discs in the air under the glow of torchlight
"I wish i had more time to study this spell but we're under immense pressure. Mahrek's coronation is tomorrow so there's no time to waste."
>Twilight hesitates to ask the big question
>The silence echo's through the stone halls as a human finally breaks the silence
"So, what do you need Princess?"
>Josue cautiously asks sensing her apprehension
>Twilight thinks about her question carefully
>The thought of turning humans into ponies seemed trivial in her imagination
>However the complexity of the spell was quickly apparent when she studied the spell required
"I need a volunteer. Which one of you are willing to turn into a pony first?"
>Twilight asks terrified of what can go wrong