>Be the filly kind of Anon >It's another beautiful day in the Everfree Forest >You've gone in here to get something horrifying and mind-destroyingly disgusting to show to Anon - the one who got to keep his human body >Fuck purple, she's still banned from cloning attempts >But that is not the spite you are trying to feed today >You're feeding your food-based spite against Anon who ate all the goddamn trout that he was got for you >What did he expect to happen when you were left with tendie ingredients? >Now he will rue the day he admittedly righteously kept your fish from you >You just have to find something. A timberwolf? Cockatrice? Maybe even a chimera? >First come, first chase you guess >Probably should have made an actual plan on this >Shut up me, you're not supposed to doubt the master plan "Ah-ah-ACHOO!" >That's one way to break yourself out of an internal argument early >There's a lot of pollen here >Probably because of the flowers, retard >Damn they're blue, might keep some for myself later, love blue shit >Something in the back of your mind says that maybe there's something wrong with them >Eh, whatever, if it's not trying to kill me immediately it's probably harmless >Unlike that chicken-lizard thing >Jackpot >You look away from the back of its head, being a statue is not a good way to get payback >Or at least being a statue in the middle of the Everfree >Getting off track here, need to get that thing to chase me back "Oi, chicken lizard cunt thing fucker, follow me!" >That should do it >Turning around, you start to book it >Judging by that sound of quick footsteps, it's almost as fast as you >Did not count on that >You dodge and weave through the trees, back to your house on the outskirts of Ponyville >Anon won't know what hit him >You break the treeline, and spot your house in the distance >And you're also running out of breath, who knew that going from not running to running for a while tires you out >Also you tingle a little bit all over >Shit, did the whole stone-vision thing work even if you didn't look at it? >You're just a little bit from the house, just have to ding-dong ditch to get him to see it >You quickly look over your shoulder to make sure that the thing is following you >You remember that this was a mistake after you make it >Your last words escape as you're turned to stone "Fuck you faggot." >Be Anon >The most glorious green guy known to this pony-infested land >You just finished giving your morning hatred-fueled insults to the sun for flashing in your eyes in the morning >How did nobody invent blackout curtains yet? >Well, it's time to get up again, start another day, do the three S's. >You're well into brewing your morning cup of coffee until you realize that your favorite little green clone horse never came out of her room >You gently open her bedroom door... "Hey faggot get up." >But there was nobody there >Maybe she's already up somewhere? >It's not like this is common, but it has happened before >Especially times like now, where she's mad at you for some retarded reason >Like last night when you ate the fish that you got that night, no questions >Tastes bad when you don't cook it right away >Anyway she's you but a little filly, she's probably fine >You finish musing to yourself as you finish making your coffee >Black today, too lazy to fetch the cream >But not too lazy to start to think of making more insults to Celestia's fiery load of fucking bullshit >You're pretty sure that the dream you were having was awesome but you can't remember a thing about it >Out the door you go, gotta make sure there's no barriers between that nuclear fusion reactor and your unmatched intellect of insults "Fuck you, you great big ball of fuckwits!" >Truly, beyond your time "Your existence hurts my eyes! I wanted to sleep godda-" >Your tirade is cut short when you notice a stone statue just a few feet from the door >It's of Anonfilly, but with a giant fucking horsecock, with these blue flower petals stuck all over her >You're pretty sure that fillies don't have those naturally >Normally, you'd put this kind of thing off as a prank, but only Anonfilly does those kinds of pranks, and she is not nearly proficient enough with that horn to pull this off >Well, her and Discord, but he's barred from talking to you or Anonfilly after that one incident with the quesadillas >Twiggles did not get over her fear >That leaves one more option: this is real somehow >Guess you'll go get purple to fix this >...but that can wait, you have more pressing matters "Your celestial fuckshit cuntflicking fuck can eat a dick, sun!"