'Anon, now a mare thanks to Discord' Edition.
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Any type of transformation into ponies, gryphons, dragons, minotaurs, changelings, etc., whether OC or canonical, is fair game.
Previously on PTFG,
Apocrita: The Worst Lovebug by Woofr:
Welcome to Los Pegasus by Blackbox
What's in a Name by Icarus
TEMPTING TENSION by Woofr:
Bugged Up by SpaceWolfe:
A Simple Wish by Scionic Speedster
Story archive and additional links and materials:
Unrated TF image dump thread:
Below are some suggested writing prompts.
>An anonymous gift arrives in the post, unmarked but containing some sort of swag related specifically to your brand of horsefagging, an original character of yours. In the days, hours, or minutes after contact with the contents of the parcel, you begin to experience some changes.
AiE Going Native:
>Somehow anon managed to get stuck in Equestria. It seems that the magic in the world around them is catching up to their mundane body, and in amusing ways. Watch as anon adjusts and makes sense of the new world and soon to be new body.
Official /soc/-type chatter's in #ptfg on irc.rizon.net
Reposting from last thread because hit bump limit
“L-Lily…” I whispered Into her ear, the heat of my breath almost fogging the air. I shuddered slightly as I anticipated her touch, her own breath brushing the side of my neck
“Rose…” Lily kissed my neck lightly, suckling extremely lightly on the supple, sensitive skin beneath the thin layer of fur. “You are everything I've ever wanted and more.”
Her romantic words pulled a quiet moan from my lips and I closed my eyes, not letting any senses but touch and hearing fill my mind. My heart was racing, almost jumping from my chest with love for this pony.
“I love you so much.” She whispered again and brought her lips off of my neck and onto my own. She kissed me softly and sensually, and I tried my hardest in my delirious state to return the kiss. She teasingly pulled away and bit her lip.
“Slowly. This night has been a long time coming, and it is going to last as long as I want.” Lily said, her demanding, but love laced tune returning. I had no idea why she switched so fast in bed, but I loved it. I was her mare, and I didn't care how many times she showed me that.
I reached a hoof forward and placed it around her neck, pulling her close into kissing range. “Lily, p-please. I d-don’t care how much you t-tease me, but… let me kiss you.”
Lily smiled a warm, loving smile that stretched all the way across her face. She leant down and planted an amazing kiss on my lips, darting her tongue forward and eagerly searching my mouth. I moaned into the kiss and pressed my body against hers. She lowered a hoof to my belly and stroked it slowly in the incredibly relaxing way that she did so well. I let out a sigh into the kiss, the waves of arousal and calming pleasure washing over me. I would do anything Lily wanted right now and I wanted her to know it.
“I-I mean… I want you to… do whatever you want to me.” I said and her cheeks somehow got even more pink. “Anything you want. Any… position, act, anything.”
“Rose…” She stared down at me, the blush still present. “R-right now, all I want is you. Maybe later, or another night, we can… experiment, but tonight is about nothing more or less than me and you. Our love.”
I nodded jerkily and pressed my lips against hers again. It was my turn to take control of the kiss and I pulled her to her side, so we were lying down, facing each other as we passionately made out.
I placed a hoof on her hip and slowly began to stroke up and down, enjoying the lovely contours and shape of my fiancé’s body. She shuddered as she slowly pulled her hoof up to do the same. With my hoof, I slowly trailed down, now stroking the outside of her thighs as she did the same.
I only really paid attention to it now, as I was so completely enamored by our kiss, but I was incredibly wet. I was so wet that a trickle of juices poured down my leg as I felt my pussy clench on its own accord.
The room was filled with the heady, incredible aroma of our familiar collective arousal. I could feel Lily’s body shiver frequently as I stroked her side, and could tell without looking that she was just as aroused, if not more so than I was.
I moved my ministrations to the inside of her thigh, another shudder coming from Lily as she felt my hoof so close to her marehood, which was almost radiating heat outward. Lily’s own hoof froze on my hip as I stroked her thigh, edging closer and closer to her flower until eventually, I let my hoof press softly into her puffy, wet mound.
She moaned loudly into our kiss as my hoof pressed between her folds and I slightly opened my eyes to see her brow furrowed in absolute pleasure. I could feel even more of her wetness drip down my hoof and onto the bed, knowing that with both of our fluids combined, we would undoubtedly have to clean this sheet tomorrow.
I watched as she lowered her hoof once more time before pressing firmly into my crotch, the familiar and wonderful waves of pleasure radiating outward through my body. I moaned into another sloppy, yet passionate kiss that she gave me as she began stroking up and down in time with my own strokes.
“R-Rose… I love you s-so much…” She whispered, her moans and pants getting louder as her pleasure increased. I let out small, high pitched sounds as well before whispering back.
“I l-love you too, Lily.” I said before kissing her again. I became lost in the pleasure, not even feeling like I was getting any closer to orgasm as she gently massaged my marehood, but it didn’t matter at all. I felt so amazing and so incredibly close to her in this moment that even if I didn’t cum, I would be just as happy. I flicked the tip of my hoof against her clit and she arced her head backward, moaning even louder this time.
“I-I like it when you’re loud.” I smiled at her and she stared back at me, her red cheeks blazing with passion. I saw what I could have sworn was a cheeky grin form on her face, but it disappeared almost as fast as it appeared. Suddenly, Lily rolled on top of me and pinned me down, forcing my hoof away from her crotch, but not hers away from mine.
“I like it when you’re loud too, Rose. I want… I want you to be loud for me.” She said breathily, pushing her hoof just that little bit deeper.
“Nnngg… w-we… we can’t be too loud, Lily… My parents will hear.”
“I don’t care.” She flicked my clit again and I let out an involuntary yelp of pleasure and surprise. “I want to hear your moans echo throughout this room. You are my mare, and I will take you how I please.” Her almost dominating words sent my mind into a spiral between agreeing to her and protesting to avoid my parents hearing. I looked away and bit my lip.
“Rose, look at me.” She said, angling me back to her with a hoof. “Your parents know that we are engaged. They know that we are in love. We are both adults and you are going to be having a baby. If they really care that we are making love, then that’s their problem.”
“No to mention.” Her cheeky smile returned as she locked eyes with me, moving so close that our muzzles almost touched. “You melt in my hooves like butter. I don’t think you even really have a choice.” She punctuated by vigorously stroking my clit, her hoof not leaving the sensitive nub once. The muscles in my back contracted and I felt my body arc upward, the pleasure overriding any semblance of decency I had left. I let out a loud scream, letting my pleasure show as bright as the sun. Lily pressed her lips against mine and I let out frequent, high pitched moans into her mouth as she continued to rub my pussy. I gyrated my hips along with her thrusts, her hoof slipping slightly inside and the feeling of fullness that I craved beginning to return. I pushed my hips immediately down, forcing her hoof so far inside me that it almost began to hurt with how far it was stretching. I let out another moan, this one more guttural than the last, but just as passionate and love filled.
“Lily!” I screamed her name to the night, wrapping both hooves around her and pulling her close before clenching around her body with my hind legs. I felt so incredibly close and amazing in that moment that even with Lily being in a slightly more difficult position, her hooves movements still felt incredible.
“Lily! Lily! Lily! Lily!” I shouted her name in the place of every one of my frequent and loud moans. My love for her was real and I didn’t care who knew it. The pressure in my belly began to build up to unimaginable peaks and I screamed her name one last time, my voice echoing through the house. I came with almost thunderous force and I felt as my mare cum squirted outward, almost painting Lily’s hoof and the sheets beneath us with my love. I moaned into her neck as I came, trying as hard as possible to muffled my pleasure in her coat. Lily’s hoof slowed down, now only rubbing softly as to prolong my incredible orgasm. I didn’t even feel any embarrassment as she let out a quiet chuckle, clearly surprised that I had gone along with what she had asked.
“You know,” She said, pulling away but still softly massaging my cunt as she did. “I didn’t actually think you would do it.”
“I-I promised, Lily.” I strained out between moans as the afterglow of my orgasm continued. “I p-promised I would do anything you w-wanted.”
“Yeah, but… if it made you uncomfortable, then I wouldn’t want you to do it. S-sorry I got so intense…”
“No!” I said, smiling up at her. “I… I loved it. I love this side of you that only I get to see.”
“I love you so much, Rose.” She said, moving her hoof away from my crotch as the orgasm completely subsided.
“Oh, gosh, I love you too, Lily.” I said, staring into her beautiful golden eyes. I inched forward again, glancing between her eyes and her supple lips before I threw caution to the wind and kissed her again. I pushed upward until we were both sitting up before using my weight to softly lay her down on her back.
“I…” I muttered softly, taking in the sight of my incredible marefriend beneath me. “I wanna t-try something.”
“Oh?” She bit her lip and raised an eyebrow. I nodded nervously before pulling myself to my hooves and shakily turning around. I placed my body over hers, now looking directly at her crotch, upside down.
“Y-you really wanna do it like this?” Lily nervously said from behind me.
“Y-yeah. I r-really like… tasting you, and I want you to taste me too. At the same time.” I said, not taking my eyes away from her beautiful flower. Her tight lips, her slick, dripping folds, and her tiny pink clitoris, all completing this perfect image that was her most private of areas. The area that only I got to see. I lowered my muzzle nervously, stopping only to gasp when I felt a soft, warm tongue slide itself up my slit, starting at my clit and working forward. I immediately repaid the pleasure by planting a kiss on her clit, causing her to shudder a little and let out a low moan.
I felt her tongue press against me again and she began to lap at my cunt, her incredibly soft tongue exploring every possible area and crevice. I lowered my own muzzle and both of us moaned as I plunged my snout completely into her. It was petite enough that it fit completely into her entrance and I was free to dart my tongue out, tasting all the way inside of her. The tangy, faintly floral, but all in all incredible taste filled my mouth and I increased speed as I felt Lily’s muzzle do the same. She moaned into me as the incredible waves of pleasure rocked my body, my pleasure increasing tenfold knowing that I was bringing the same pleasure to her.
“O-oh gosh.” Lily pulled away from my slit and gasped out as I licked her insides. “D-do that again.” She muttered. Do what? Was there a particular place I licked that she liked? Here?
“Ahhh!” Lily let out a high scream as I pressed my tongue against a certain spot inside her. “D-Do that again!”
I continued to rapidly lick and press my tongue against that spot and she screamed my name out loud.
“Rose!” She said, an idle hoof pressing against my tender teats. “Oh gosh, Rose! I love you!”
I smiled and continued to lick, faltering for all but a second when Lily’s muzzle returned to my cunt with extreme vigor, licking everywhere she could as fast as she could. I shuddered, my muscles beginning to contract again with the telltale pressure building up in my belly once more. I tongued her as hard and as rapidly as possible as her moans reached a peak before both of us simultaneously exploded. I tried my hardest to continue to lick as the extreme pleasure flowed through and out of my body. I felt a large squirt of her fluids shoot from her cunt, just as I could tell mine was doing as we soaked each other's muzzles. As the orgasm began to fade out a little, I jumped up and spun around, immediately mashing my lips against Lily’s. She returned to kiss, both of us exchanging fluids as we explored each other's mouth with messy, but love filled passion.
“Rose…” Lily panted, pulling away from the kiss for a split second before returning. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I said, doing the same thing. We continued to roll around in the bed, our bodies pressed tightly together as we basked in the incredible leftover sensations of out simultaneous orgasms.
“Oh gosh, I feel so close to you.” Lily whispered in a low, breathy voice.
“I do too.” I whispered back. “Like this… there’s nothing but us. Nothing but you, me… and our love.”
“This is… oh gosh, this is like a storybook.”
I giggled and kissed her on the nose.
“You’re so silly. But I agree. You’re so perfect, Lily.” I said, stroking her cheek with a hoof as she blushed back at me.
“You’re the perfect one.” She said, causing me to blush as well. “And I love when you blush like that. You’re cheeks are so…” She giggled once. “Rosey.”
“Oh jeez.” I laughed back, still enjoying her sweet words. “You’re too cute.”
“Lily, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Hey, I heard some screams, is everything-”
I swung around in a panic as the lights to my room flicked on. In the doorway was my mum, standing wide eyed in the doorway. My cheeks rushed with heat as she continued to stand there, unmoving. Eventually, I had to take the initiative.
“MUM!” I screamed, picking up a nearby pillow and throwing it at her. She quickly dodged out of the way and slammed the door shut, shouting “Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” as she ran down the stairs.
“Oh my gosh.” I groaned, covering my now extremely rosey cheeks with my hooves and leaving forward. I leant forward so much that I slammed my face into the mattress, eliciting a giggle from Lily.
“Are you okay?” She asked, knowing the answer.
“No! My mum just walked in on us… after we… oh my gosh. Ooooooh myyyyy gooooooosh!” I let out my frustration, slamming a hoof into the sheets.
“Hey, it’ll be okay, beautiful.” Lily said, gripping me by my withers and pulling me up to a sitting position. “Like I said, she know we’re engaged, so she should expect this kind of thing.”
“Exactly! Even if she did hear us, she should have still knocked!” A realization hit me. “Oh gosh. She heard us. That means… so did my dad. And… so did Princess Luna.” My entire body froze as I felt an all encompassing embarrassment fill me.
“Hey, hey, calm down.” Lily said, nuzzling my cheek from over my shoulder. “It’ll be fine. They know we’re in love.” She giggled. “Maybe we’ll just have to be a little more quiet until we get our own place.”
I let out a noise that was almost a mixture between a frustrated sigh and a groan before Lily pulled me backward. I fell to the bed with her as she began to cuddle up next to me. She nuzzled my cheek and let out a satisfied sigh.
“I love you, Rose.”
“I love you too.” I said, staring at the roof of our room. “Oh gosh, why did she have to go make things so awkward?”
“It’ll be fine.” Lily said softly. She pulled herself up, much to my protest, before she shot a smile back at me.
“I’ll be back in a second, honey, I just have to turn off the light and move our… mess.” She said, grinning as she pulled the dirty sheet off of the bed and flicked off the light. She walked back to me and pulled herself up onto the bed. I opened my forelegs up in an invite for a hug which she obliged, but not before shooting me another smile.
“You are so cute.” She said, nuzzling up to my chest.
“Goodnight, Lily.” I said, closing my eyes and trying to remove the events of a few minutes ago from my mind. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Hope you enjoyed this very sappy, very cloppy chapter.
I got featured again, which is always nice. Shame it's like, 2am in america right now.
I'm using Photoshop, but I hadn't even thought about using blending modes for the color layer yet.
I think I've gotten too lazy to explore the other possibilities. I'll have to rectify that
For real, it's getting a bit pathetic that /ptfg/ can only fucking steal art these days.
You could have easily used >>27225997, but no, you repost Anonfilly shit instead.
You're making this general appear more fucking desperate.
An /mlp/ version of this image, replacing girl with mare.
Differing reactions to ponification.
Work out whether I'm on Earth or Equestria.
If I'm in Equestria then panic and contact Celestia for help. Since I have no desire to replace the real Twilight, and she probably needs to protect Equestria from calamitous events that I don't want to deal with.
If I'm on Earth then I'd enjoy magic and try and carry on as usual. If anyone questions why I'm a unicorn (I don't see any wings in the picture so that's what I'll assume) then threaten to zap 'em with magic.
Plus obligatory masturbation in both cases.
>>If I'm on Earth then I'd enjoy magic and try and carry on as usual.
>>carry on as usaul
>Go to store to buy fudge poptarts
>People keep staring
>Yell 'What's the matter? Never seen a purple unicorn go grocery shopping?!'
>People stop staring, or at least pretend to stop staring
>Get the poptarts, pay, go home
Life as usual for Twianon
One day unicorns will be treated with the respect they deserve and not gawped at like some circus attraction.
And there used to be rather a good writer here by the name of Twianon.
Smoke weed every day until you become a pony.
What the fuck am I doing drawing this fetish.
My only complaints are the floor plane (the knees are lying on a different point than the hands), the shoulder positioning and as Spacewolfe said, the lining. Besides that, it's pretty well drawn. I am just nitpicking though, hopefully I can offer my terrible opinion to help you improve your art.
Pretty sure there are PLENTY of Anonfilly images out there you could pretend are the follow-up image to this, even the OP image. Of course, if the artist wanted to draw more stages to the TF, more power to 'em.
Frankly, I'm quite pleased to have someone else - even if >>27239050 is just dropping in for a single pass - that's drawing transformation at its intermediate stages, because implied TF doesn't interest me much. And it's decent work too; if you're not usually one to draw, you've got a promising start.
I might draw this stuff occasionally because I love it, though I don't think I'm any good for sequences unless I'm on a really good roll that day.
Also, she's Anonfilly because it was pretty much just a doodle. She could be anyone, really.
this is tf.
>It was a cloudy day in Berlin, and the footsteps and business of the masses breathed life into the otherwise dull city
>Children swang on swing sets in the park, middle aged men and women walked from skyscraper to the nearby deli or bakery, old men wandered along the river that flowed in the city
>You were sitting in this fucking flat doing absolutely nothing
>You may as well be rotting where you sat, you haven’t gotten up all day!
>Your mother had provided food for you, knocking on your door every once in awhile, but too engrossed you were into your “weird” fetishes
>They don’t understand how ridiculed you were in middle school, even high school!
>They don’t understand why you have no friends or why you complain about being sad all the time
>They just don’t get it.
>They just don’t understand
>They can’t possible underfuckingstand
>It’s how you grew up, you were raised to be this way, but nobody else in the outside word seemed to understand your plight
>However, those deep within the depths of the internet share the very same interests
>All sorts of fetishes are openly discussed on all sorts of different websites!
>Furaffinity, e621, gurochan…
>The website where you spent the majority of your time, reading post after post and contributing where you can, or maybe you wanted to get a kick out of seeing some likely underaged bait get salty by your “amazing” banter
>You were hopeless
>You were useless
>You have contributed nothing
>“But I can make it all better…”
>With a flick of the hoof, the big bug queen had turned your chair around, revealing the smirk on her snout as she burrowed her deep green gaze into yours
>”Listen to something that you need to hear, Anonymous…”
>The queen giggles as she lowers herself onto you, leaning against you as she gets as close as possible to your face, just staring at you with such a never ending fulfillment
>Ideas flowed into your mind
>Dignity for serving one’s country, and the duty in order to gain such dignity
>You found yourself captivated in the Queen’s gaze, allowing the new thoughts and suggestions to poke at your own beliefs
>You agreed with these ideas of nationalism, of unity, of dignity and duty!
>You raise an arm, only it is not an arm, but a sleek black leg peppered with large holes and a hoof on the end
>You don’t seem to care
>It slips out
>But you can’t bring yourself to disagree
>You enjoyed this newfound connectedness to an authoritative figure
>You enjoyed serving your Queen, your nation
>The Queen moves herself closer to you, staring at your new changeling form with such a seductive glare and with lips dripping excitement
>”Yes, Anon… Für Deutschland.”
Kay, fine. The new narrative is that when you turn into a my little pony, your cutiemark becomes the face of your human form.
Sure gimme your address and I'll pop on over
>You raise your eyebrows and look at the captain sitting in one of the chairs around the table, as the rest of the officers and staff float off from their places and fly out.
>"Miss Verita, since you're such an...odd occasion and insist working in my staff, can we talk a bit, get to know each other? I'm probably disobeying half the company rules about top secret files, but I'm really interested in your endeavors."
"About me? I'm not that interesting. Besides, it's difficult opening oneself to ponies that you don't know."
>"Well, my name is Judith White, countess of the Northern Lands. Descendant of Sulphur White, a war hero from the resource crisis."
>Sulphur White? As if from that short greentext of yours with plushies?
>So everything you've made somehow ties into this fictional clusterfuck of a world?
"I've heard about this. A war between ponies and everything else which ended in unison of the entire world for a better tomorrow."
>"Correct. Just like out of the propaganda. My grandma was a commander of the twenty first Airship battle fleet, codenamed Sever. She was the greatest strategist to fight for Equestria. I sort of try to continue to keep the work in the family, just like my parents did."
"But this is a company craft. Not full time military. So you're not really serving the crown, right?"
>The Captain sighs, and shakes her head.
>"As much as I'd like to join the Equestrian Royal Space Navy, the entry exams are too tight, and a lot of the more promising of the bunch tends to go to the corporate sector, in search of a better pay and life, that they can't reach mopping flight decks on the Hefaistos, where the army put them because they scored too low, or their muzzle wasn't looking good enough."
"And did you find a good pay and life?"
>The mare bursts out laughing.
>"Oh, how I wish! But look at me. I'm old and rugged. My eye is covered by an eye patch because it's not even there, I don't have a hoof. I'm just not the one to fit onto pinups or recruitment material. Even if I were to, what would be the headword? With the company? Work for us and you'll risk life and limb for pocket change? Bonus points to the one who can survive a combat action?"
>You tilt your head.
"Why are you still doing it, then?"
>"I don't know. It's a job, something I know I have to do, regardless of the odds and death pressed against my throat. Nah, that isn't it, that sounds too heroic. For good or because being valiant still has a value today? No, that isn't either, too valiantistic. No, I don't know why, why do I jump into the unknown. But I swear it's fun."
"Madness for madness's sake?"
>"Sort of. But enough of me, you're the center of this line of questions. "
"Well, I'm not sure how much of the file has been available to you. But I'm an oddity."
>"I know that. I really don't care what you are or what you look like, since that's hardly an issue your species. But I want to see how you work, what sort of a personality you are."
>You tap your chin and begin talking.
>"What's wrong with you? Turned into the cranky filly who's up past her bedtime?"
>The words fill you with a buzzing rage
>How DARE an Anon speak to you like that!
>Your clenched fist strikes downward, colliding with your desk with a crash
>Why was everyone suddenly retarded!?
>How could they not understand your endlessly negative replies were only trying to improve the quality of the general!?
>You scroll up the thread in a tizzy
>Up past another terrible war-themed story
>Beyond the same old images that are posted every thread
>Even further than the pictures that weren't even TF
>Everything was shit now. Everything.
>Why do you even take the time out of your day to browse here?
>You reach the OP and read it.
>It's been nearly the same word-for-word since 2013
>That's nearly 3 years ago
>The people who posted back thread then were probably long gone
>And yet, here you are, still clinging to nothing
>You used to write for these guys, but at the end it didn't matter much
>The spark inside you was dead
>You don't even enjoy the concept of pony TF anymore
>Was it the pet stories that made you hang around?
>But even they'd died out
>Now it was just Anonfilly reposts, which even then, was just Anonpone 2.0
>The creativity of the board was dead . Was there even any to begin with?
>You let out a melancholic sigh.
>You're not cranky anymore. Just disappointed.
>It really is getting worse around here.
>People are scraping the bottom of the barrel and slurping up the worst shit
>Like little pathetic fetish parasites
>Why is everyone so FUCKING blind to this?
>The flare was back; the sudden urge to inflict damage
>Without pausing to think you head cracks full-force into your keyboard
>It hurt, and the rage grew more
"What's all this noise?" comes a familiar voice through the door
>You remain still trying to hide your tears
>"N-nothing, mama, go back to your weed"
>Someone kisses the back of your mane
"Don't stay up too late sweetie, little fillies need their rest."
Transformation has to be the most degenerate fetish out there. Just another example of the cancerous leftists eating away at our society.
Why don't you fucking transform into jumping off a building while you're at it?
Try stop us. Even the ancient Greeks knew this was the shit.
You're arguing how "cultured" the Greek stuff is when even Shakespeare's work was considered low-class plebian fluff during his time. Guess what survives the test of time? Cause it's not the "cultured" stuff.
What a horrifying notion.