Lunchtime With Anonfilly [1]


                                            >Another day in Equestria, another day being the legal guardian of a filly clone of you.

                                            >Twiggles tried cloning in your sleep. Didn't work out as well as she thought.

                                            >It's lunch time, and you got your hands on some good meat from your griffon friends

                                            >Always make friends with your enemies, as Papa Anon always said

                                            >Fajita time

                                            >Guess you have to make one for the little shid too

                                            "Anon, I made food! Come get it, you fag!"

                                            >Little green filly runs around the corner, fuck that's cute

                                            >"Took you long enough you lazy ass. Give me the tendies."

                                            "It's fajitas."

                                            >"Close enough, has chicken. Gimme."

                                            >...should you tell her?

                                            >Nah, you've had more than enough of her shitfits this week. You'll let her find out on her own.

                                            >You hand her the handmade mexican delight and dig into your own

                                            >3...

                                            >2...

                                            >1...

                                            >"What the fuck? What's this veggie crap?"

                                            "You're the pony, not me. We've been over this."

                                            >"Don't care, want that shit the griffons gave you."

                                            "No."

                                            >"Gimme faggot"

                                            "I said no."

                                            >"GIMME"

                                            "No, and that's final. Don't make me hand you over to the CMC again, they're still looking for you. Now eat your food."

                                            >"Don't talk to me like that, I'm 25!"

                                            "Yeah, and you're also me. Now eat."

                                            >"mmmgrph."

                                            >She resorts to mumbling. You resort to eating your delicious meat-filled food. You have to thank the griffons sometime.

                                            >You also start to wonder, if chickens are birds and the griffons are part bird...

                                            >"...are those bit-pinchers cannibals?"

                                            >Right, same person. Pony. Something.

                                            "Maybe? I mean it's not actually them...?"

                                            >"...still want the meat."

                                            "Crusaders are still on the table 'till that fajita isn't."

                                            >"Dammit."

                                            >She finally eats the food. Finally.

                                            >Such is another day with filly.