Anon and His Fillies

It’s been a long time coming for me to write out something from a healthy frame of mind. For 6 and a half years I struggled with depression and hating myself. I wanted nothing more than to end it all because I felt my life had no purpose. This story started out as a personal place to vent, to disassociate from my problems and live with escapism. Video games, abusing substances, sex, and more were used to fill that void.

I had originally intended for Anon to discover that he really was a piece of shit by way of the fillies being incredibly toxic and him being the only one who would tolerate and deal with ‘himself’. Some sexy sexy stuff here, some slice of life here and annoying people. But it never came to pass because I preferred pitying myself more than I did with doing anything productive

Then I met my wife and had my son. He’s four month old now and I feel more alive than I ever did. I regret to announce that I have to cancel this for the time being. I may pick it up in the future. Thank you all for sticking by and reading this, rating this, and even a few of you for following.

Here is all that remains from the story (so far??)

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-Present-

“Sup fuckers, guess who just drugged the queen?” bragged MJ, who was followed by a red-eyed sun princess. Her magic tail and mane flowed much slower than it usually would, flicking back and forth in a careless manner. The colors seemed more muted than normal, with a green tint over each of the stripes. It was a wonder how the green had more of a green tint to it.

—-Anon and the girl’s react to MJ in the way only an Anon could——

Mary Jane set a hoof onto the tower toilet paper tubes that acted as legs for the mare, pushing gently to encourage Celestia to come inside, though the message didn’t seem to be getting across to her high-high and mighty self.

The dwarf you snickered at the princess as the mare zoned out for a second. “Come on Sunny, let’s go raid the fridge for some snackage. Anon hides fruit in the bottom drawers.”

I stood bewildered at the sight. On one hand, drugging the royalty had been on my bucket list. On the other, I was fubernucker beyond the pooch cooch if Twilight ever finds out.

“Well if it isn’t the consequences of the actions I done did. Guess I get to deal with this now,” I said aloud.

Mime looked up at me, double confused. “What’ya mean? This is funny as fuck and can’t possibly have any negative ramifications.”

Estra sounded her concern with me. “Dude, if Twilight or any of the guards find out, they’ll spit-roast us with spears. And NOT the fun kind.”

The sound of shattering glass resonated from behind us all, the touchscreen of the fridge now lying everywhere in the kitchen. I turned to be greeted with a staggeringly pale womanhorse with orange pulp stuck to her muzzle. Celestia slid me an intoxicated smile before proceeding to projectile vomit and create a nice fruit and glass smoothie on the floor beneath her.