> Anonfilly’s unhappiness stemmed from a constant fear of either dying, or losing her mind at the prospect of dying. > Two things the mare whole heartedly believed she was on the verge of falling to for the past fifteen years. > Once a week, for about fifteen minutes. The mare will become convinced, based on either benign bodily sensation or mental lapse. That she will either be dead within the next couple days, or be put into psychiatric care due to her inability to stop herself from believing that she was going to die. > Anonfilly had so long believed that she was going to die that she, in a bizarre yet predictable twist. Had given up living. > It makes sense, really. A pony under the impression of being on death's door for fifteen years would become detached from living, at least a little. > Most ironically, Anonfilly had already died an unpredictable death prior to becoming a pony. > Anonfilly never spoke of her paranoid disposition to anypony. > Because she believed that if she was going to die, she didn’t want to make a big scene of it. > Unless of course, the stress of having this totally-real terminal illness breaks her, and she decides to take matters into her own hooves. > Anonfilly recognized the irony in how she wanted to go out. > Deep down, the whole thing was about control. > She knew exactly how she would eliminate herself when the time came. > Everything about her death was planned, and was to be executed on her own terms. > Now if only she could think of something to do during the time between now and her certain death. ____________________________________________________________________________________ > Anonfilly held many secrets. > Beyond her hypochondria, she also hid from Floorb the details of her new job. > After Floorb accepted Pinkie’s offer to be the new face of McHoofies. Anonfilly was offered a position to work under the radar as a contractor for the company. > Anonfilly's, especially in places like Manehatten were largely considered at best unemployable and at worst disposable. > Except in instances where their uniform appearance could be used to push the limits of legality. > Native Equestrian's are notorious for being unable to differentiate one Anonfilly from another. > Pinkie explained to Anonfilly that she only really needed her for disposable purposes. > Anonfilly appreciated her honesty. > During their meeting, Pinkie divulged that fast food companies had been using Anonfillies for off the books operations for a number of years. > And that serving food was good business, but the Manehatten fast food underground was where much of the real money and innovation derived. > There was, as Pinkie explained in only brief detail. A food additive developed by McHoofies competitor “Burmger King” that made their food ten times more addictive than anything McHoofies was able to produce in their own labs. > Pinkie promised Anonfilly a very generous reward if she could retrieve a sample of the additive. > The resources provided to Anonfilly were less than desired for what she understood as a high risk infiltration mission. > Anonfilly was provided a map of Burmger Kings corporate office/research labs west of the city. > A cheap break and enter set, with lock picks, ropes and passcode hacking devices. > Anonfilly was also given a pair of hooves to help her execute the robbery. > An Anonfilly from the McHoofies research and development department who Pinkie referred to as “Preggofilly.” > Preggofilly was an odd case. > Star of an ambitious McHoofie’s experiment gone horribly wrong, the filly had somehow become pregnant…With a burmger. > Round in the tummy and carrying the odor of plasticy processed cheese wherever she wandered. Preggofilly was built like a water balloon with legs. > Her tummy was taught and stretched, and on a hot day she would literally sweat vegetable oil. > Anonfilly wondered, but preferred not to ask Preggo or Pinkie exactly what the hell the science team at McHoofies R&D were trying to accomplish in the first place. > After accepting the job, Preggofilly and Anonfilly met daily to discuss how they were going to steal the highly addictive food additive from Burmger King. > But mostly, their meetings would just devolve into sitting around Floorb’s apartment doing being unproductive members of society. > They held their meetings while Floorb was at McHoofies HQ working as an influencer. > Today, Anonfilly and Preggofilly sat in the apartment. Floorb had just left for work and the two ordered a large breakfast pizza from a hole in the wall down the street. > Seated at each other's sides on the kitchen couch facing a plain green wall. The two inhaled slice after slice of their egg crusted, maple syrup and mushroom topped crime against nature. > Anonfilly was feeling particularly miserable because she had been trapped wearing her chastity cage. > Floorb had lost the key to Anonfilly's cage three days prior and the chronic masturbator was cracking without her daily release. > Being without access to her fun bits really annoyed Anonfilly who only wore the cage out of solidarity for Floorb. > Preggofilly thought of the name “Chastityfilly” and promised to start calling her that going forward if she was unable to remove the cage within the next couple days. > Anonfilly learned through Preggo that in Anonfilly culture, it was tradition to give each other nicknames based on personality or physical distinctions. > Anonfilly hoped the cage would be removed before the name stuck. > Preggofilly had been involved with the McHoofies science department for about a year now. > She disclosed to Anonfilly that the fast food business in Manehatten had been conducting lots of experiments on Anonfilly's in labs across the city, and how she ended up permanently carrying a burmger in her tummy was due to a previously untested concoction being injected between her legs. > Preggo often wondered how alive the Burmger inside her really was. Because the “thing” as she called it. Drained much of her energy and carrying the “thing” had spiked her appetite, something fierce. > Preggo talked about how she could sometimes feel it moving inside her, and how it dictated her diet. > Anonfilly listened halfheartedly to her friend's woes. > Because she was going through one of her mentally draining “thinking she was going to die" phases. > As they sat, Anonfilly frequently scratched at the cage around her waist. > The metal belt around her waist was starting to get tight around her chubby tummy. “So…When do you think we should steal the formula Pinkie was talking about?” Anonfilly asked > “We aren’t.” Preggo replied “Unless you wanna die. I scoped out the Burmger King labs a couple nights ago. The place is nothing short of a fortress. Guards, barbed wire fencing, rooms you need keycards to enter. That break and enter stuff Pinkie gave us may as well have been a playset.” > Preggo’s belly grumbled > “Pass me another slice.” Preggo ordered “My Burmger baby is getting into another one of her moods.” > “You know, it's not often you meet an Anonfilly living outside the group. You got yourself a mare, a place to stay. Really makes a street Anonfilly like me feel a little jealous.” “I’m not like the rest of you.” Anonfilly replied coldly “Before I became an Anonfilly I was a girl. I liked G5, found MLP through tik tok and I drew commissions to pay to make my game….In my past life, I never cared about ponies like you or the other Anonfillies. Sure, I maybe thought about fucking a horse on occasoon…But I’ll never be accepted as a real Anonfilly….I don’t even know how I ended up in Equestria.” > “Oh my gosh! You’re a foidfilly!” Preggo gasped “Please don’t call me that.” > “You’re like…One of the rarest filly types!” > Anonfilly rolled her eyes, the couch squeaked as she leaned forward to grab another slice of pizza. “I mean….Honestly, why does it matter so much to you Anonfillies who I was before? Wasn’t the entire point being here to forget about our past lives? And it’s not like the native born ponies can tell any of us apart anyways.” > “It’s pretty obvious why you’re here.” Preggo chuckled “You’re a horsefucker who was aware of Equestria. Sure, you may have been a horsefucker before you knew of Equestria, but the order of your degeneracy doesn’t really matter. Equestria is a world designed for a very specific breed. You’re a horsefucker, simple as.” “Listen, I never actually fucked any horses. I lived near the coast in SoCal before ending up here.” > “But you thought about it!” Preggo teased “And I have a feeling that your desire for Equinous Vaginous was PRETTY strong for you to end up in this afterlife.” “Yeah well….” Anonfilly stutteres “You may be right, but my point still stands about Aonfillies. I just try to avoid our types as much as possible.” Anonfilly admitted “I haven’t had the best experiences with my own kind.” > “Can you blame them for being bitter? Equestria sucks.” Preggo shot “There’s too many Anonfilly’s, mares hate us, we have no purchasing power because ponies won’t hire us, we’re too young drink, we’re horny all the time but can’t get a decent lay…I was a loser on earth but at least I had fingers and was old enough to drink!” > Anon stewed for a moment, the point of a pizza slice between her lips > “How long have you been here?” Preggo asked “About three years. I mostly stay inside though, for obvious reasons.” > Anon took a small nibble of her pizza, which tasted like an overcooked quiche. > “And how did you….die?” Preggo gulped “Drug overdose.” Anonfilly sighed “I didn’t do it intentionally, of course. I just…took too much adderall one night….I was staying up too late cracked out on caffeine and stimulants trying to make a video game.” > The silence had taken a heavy somber tone. > “I was drunk and climbed a tree.” Preggo admitted “I hit my head a curb from fifteen feet. The last thing I saw was a cloudless blue sky. I don’t remember any pain, just sudden emptiness. Like a power out, everything went black. I woke up in Manehatten a couple blocks from here. I’ve been an Anonfilly for eight years.” > Anon looked around the room, her mind buzzing with questions. “Were the legends ever true? That after death an Anon, reborn in Equestria can find their waifu?” > Preggo’s face fell flat > “Things are much worse than you realize, Anon.” > Preggo pulled herself from the couch and headed to the door. > “Follow me. I have something to show you.”. > Anonfilly nervously gulped down a mouthful of pizza and nodded in agreement. _______________________________________ > Floorb scarfed down an Amazing Burmger as she followed Pinkie across the McHoofies office towards the on sight studio. > “Great news Floorb! The belly and flank pictures we took and plastered across the city are turning heads everywhere!” Pinkie beamed “How does it feel being the future face of McHoofies!?” > Floorb pushed her greasy mane from her face. > The mare crept though the halls hunched with her nose pointed to the floor. > She consciously carried herself to appear small. > But her ears perked to the ceiling and a small smile crossed her cheeks upon hearing the news. > “I…I really like it.” She stutered “W…When I first agreed to do this I was super nervous. Normally, I would never do anything like this. But, for the first time ever. I actually kinda feel good about myself. Seeing everypony accept me for who I am makes me feel….Not good.” She thought “But a little less bad about my looks.” > “That's great!” Pinkie beamed “Because the public has responded so well to our new ad campaign that we’re going to do a full body photoshoot today!” > “Wow!” Floorb exclaimed in her hushed, modest voice “I can’t believe ponies actually like me!” > “Our on-the-street marketing mares have been interviewing ponies all across town! The ponies they interviewed keep saying that your ads are "certainly a sight to behold.” > “I….Is that all?” Floorb asked, clearly digging for more specific appraisal. > Pinkie ripped a clipboard from her mane and began reading aloud > “Words most used to describe Floorb are cute, sexy, erotic, plump, squishy, and one pony even called you fuckable!” > Floorb’s face tomatoed by all the sexually charged comments. > “Though, it seems that a lot of ponies we interviewed were calling you out for what they called “misguided confidence.” > “What does that mean?” > “I guess they believe that you being so proud of being fat and gross is misguided. That you’re delusional about how you really look.” > Pinkie scratched her head, as she tried to comprehend the data. > “They might be thinking that using a mare as unwashed and fat as yourself to sell fast food makes them feel less inclined to buy our product. Ponies with this sentiment most used the word “grotesque” to describe our new ad campaign. > Floorb looked at her belly quizzically while the squishy flesh of her barrel a couple unenthusiastic squeezes. > “Don’t worry Floorby! Just remember, whatever they say about you is a reflection of the company as a whole! Them calling you misguided is just the same as calling us misguided.” > Floorb wasn’t sure what to make of such a statement. > “Anypony critical of you is just stuck in an old way of thinking! What we're doing isn't just “advertising” We’re out to change the culture! So forget about the haters and get yourself ready for your first full body photoshoot!” > Floorb pulled away > “I….I don’t think I want to do this anymore.” Floorb whimpered > “Why not? I’m sure everypony’s wondering who the thick thighed, big bellied mare that's been occupying so much of the city's real estate REALLY is.” > “Can you please stop calling me names?” She sniffled > “I've been called fat and smelly and ugly all my life…I..I thought you were going to make me feel pretty!” > Pinkie stared at Floorb for a moment > “Floorb, I promise you things will only get better. Of course our first ads were going to be shocking, it would be delusional to think everypony would accept you from the start. But having YOU up there, in Times Mare with that big tummy and those fat thighs between Manehatten’s most revered models is exactly the point. This is an acceptance campaign and your job is to be as shamelessly yourself as you can be!” > “I…I honestly don't know how to be myself.” > “Well McHoofies is the best place to find where you fit!” > Pinkie, wrapped her hoof around Floorb's neck and pushed open the studio door. > The studio was a claustrophobic former office space filled with backdrops, props, cameras and lights. > Pinkie walked Floorb across the room to a makeup chair where a gray furred mare adorning a macabre, goth fashion pulled her into the seat and began applying makeup on Floobs face > “The theme for this shoot is summer!” Pinkie said, hopping with excitement “With beach season soon approaching we're going to take a bunch of sexy McHoofies ads to put in every paper in Manehatten!” > “Every paper?” Floorb gulped > “Yep!” Pinkie said as she rummaged through a clothing rack. > “We also bought a section in the Manehatten Times for an interview “A sit down with McHoofies newest star!” > “I don't think I like that title…It's basically calling me fat.” > “Floorb! We're pushing for fat acceptance! We didn't pick you as our new mascot because your traditionally attractive! We chose you because you're painfully…slightly…Almost average looking!” > Pinkie trotted back to Floorb with an outfit in hoof. > A full body bikini crossed with the iconic purple and yellow McHoofies colors. > “But don't worry, any imperfections you have that don't conform to our vision will be concealed.I hope you know how to apply makeup because it's going to be your second skin from now on!” > “I don't know how to apply makeup.” Floorb groaned “And what's this interview about anyway? I’m not interesting.” > “Don't worry, we’re going to give you all the talking points “You're not just Floorb, the midnight frycook! You're “Floorb! The frycook turned fat acceptance activist who credits her new beauty to your McHoofies based diet!” > The makeup mare threw a hoof full of powdered concealer on Floorbs face. > Pinkie began to fondle the crotch region of the bikini in a seductive/teasing manner. > “What do you think of this, sexy?” Pinkie snickered > “I’m not wearing that!” > “Why not? I think it's perfect! It shows the brand, accentuates your delicious curves and is just lewd enough that the papers will print it!” > “It's so…skimpy.” Floorb shuddered > Pinkie stared at the outfit with a flat expression for a moment. > “If you think this is revealing, wait till you see what we have planned for our magazine cover for next week's Readers Digestion.” > “Is that?” “It's exactly what you think it is.” Pinkie nodded > “I don't know if I can go through with this. I don't even know why I agreed to do this in the first place.” Floorb sighed > “Because you were horny.” > Floorb’s face scrunched > “I guess you're right. But it's not like I’ve gotten any of the things you promised. I just feel used…And uncomfortable.” > “Patience, Floorb. After the interview and the fast food social this week. You’ll get all the sex you ever wanted.” > Pinkie leaned into Floorbs ear “You want to have sex, don't you?” > Floorb inhaled sharply and nodded > “Then be a good lil mascot, put on the bikini and let's make some money!” Pinkie cheered > Floorb grabbed the outfit with much hesitation > After a couple minutes, the makeup mare applied her finishing touches and cleared the room wordlessly. > Floorb looked at herself in the mirror > Her mane was brushed and tied into a bun > Her eye dark bags were concealed perfectly and face clear of acne > She could barely recognize herself > The visage in the mirror, despite being an illusion, made her feel, good about herself again. > Floorb slid off the chair and began to undress. > Putting on the bikini was tough. > It was made of this stretchy, plastic fabric > Floorb didn't notice at the time, but the outfit came with a name tag that read “Floorburmger” > Undoubtedly her new mascot name. > She adjusted her bikini in the mirror making sure the weirdly textured fabric wasn't hugging any of her more intimate folds. > After a moment to herself wondering if she had made the right decision agreeing to this madness she returned to Pinkie who was glowing under the new illuminated high powered, pearl white studio lights. > Pinkie stood atop a mound of sand positioned in the foreground of a beach backdrop. > The picture was genetic, excluding of course the mountain burmgers on the far right of the picture. > “Introducing, the face of McHoofies Manehatten. Floorburmger!” Pinkie announced to the single photographer mare who clapped without enthusiasm. > The photographer, a young foreign looking mare. Wore large pink glasses and a black and white dress that reminded Floorb of piano keys eyeballed Floorb like a sculptor. > Floorb felt like digging herself a hole and never coming out. > Pinkie escorted her to the set and started posing in front of the set. > She shoved a massive, sauce dripping burmger in her right hoof before hopping off set. > “Now, look sexy!” Pinkie giggled > Floorb crossed her backlegs and smiled awkwardly > “No, sexy!” Pinkie cried, a sad desperation now tinged in her always Happy-go-luck tone. > The photographer snapped her picture and the photo developed like a Polaroid below the viewfinder. > The picture was a display of absolute discomfort. > Floorbs cracked smile, gritting teeth, thousand yard stare screamed uncertainty. > Pinkie and the foreign mare stared at the photo > “Well? How does it look?” Floorb asked, still cross legged atop the sand pile. > “It looks like a hostage photo.” Pinkie replied with none of her usual enthusiasm. > The two mares behind the camera shared a glance. > The two wordlessly came to the conclusion that getting Floorb to not look like a pony in Griffionstone hostage photo was going to take a lot longer than they hoped.