/go/ - Golden Oaks

>>2312
a few times

>>2309

>>2308

February 2014. Someone made an advertisements thread for another chan site and accidently (?) used an Aryanne picture that bad been posted about 5 months earlier in a draw thread.

>>2309

/mlp/ is in a love-hate relationship with Original characters. The portion of the userbase I care about likes them, its creative fan content. I have little sympathy for spoonfed Hasdrones.

>>2310

True. Aryanne was a thing since mid 2013, shortly after the first great Scruffening on /mlp/ (which is why she is not present in pictures like this >>2306 . She was not created on /mlp/, but was made popular there, (by accident)

>>2312

Yes, several times. This happens about often after new Janitor applications in cycles of about 3-6 months. we are about on time with it now.

>>2313
>>2313
>>2314

its typical 4chan fuckery. As someone said so fittingly a while ago, 4chan is the ass of the internet, and /mlp/ is the anus spinchter. thats how Janitors tread it as well. They just stick their dick in it and swing it around without regard for the Anus. They dont care enough about it to moderate it seriously, though.

>>2315
>I have little sympathy for spoonfed Hasdrones.
This.
If you can't handle a little bit of edginess, you don't belong on a chan.

Throwback to raiding /qa/: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ec0XKhAHR5I

>>2309
>>2306
>>2315
>All of these beautifully-autistic, banished /mlp/-OCs being abused by Jew-mods since 2013
This deserves a thread of it's own, desu.
Would anybody else be willing to dump OC art if I made a thread about them? I've only got a few Milky Way pics in this folder currently...

This is the reason the thread was deleted.

>>2318
I have several folders dedicated to Tracy, and another for Aryanne but I don't have the others unfortunately.

I miss wheely bopper, and that one accident prone OC whose name is escaping me.

>>2319
Fuckin dicks

>>2290
I could always do the green here instead, but I don't know how /mlpol/ is with greentext stories. I dont think I've seen any posted before besides in a thread where we linked pastebins for /pol/acks to enjoy

>>2322
Worth a try anon, at least that way it wont just get deleted for no reason.

>>2319

Theres no point talking to these people Anon. Its not like /mlp/ suddenly got competent moderation or 4chan got a not corrupt mod staff. Remember, those are the people responsible for the deletion of old /mlpol/. At least now we now the name of the responsible offender.

Someone made an unofficial Aryanne thread on /mlp/ again. From what I can tell its still up, but severly ravaged. I suggest you post there if you wish to.

>>2324
The unoffical thread got (((moderated))), half the posts are gone.

>>2325

not the first time that happened. shortly after the trump election the janitors went apeshit in Aryanne threads. i remember a thread where they deleted over 100 posts. it was a complete farce. think it was around this time here >>2290

I would not worry about it too much. 4chan hires and fires mods on a monthly basis by now. the board will never recover f4rom the damages that have been done to it over the past years. we just have to handle the situation.

>>2319
Jesus Christ how cucked is it possible to become? Well we already knew reddit have taken over 4chan, but by God how they have brought the SJW mindset with them.

>>2320
Should I make the thread then? Maybe something like "Forgotten OCs Thread"?

>>2328
Uh... Sure?

>>2315
>>2309
>>2318
>>2320
>>2329
The new thread is here: >>56861

Thread #1
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/30579368/#30579368

Thread #2
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/30587621/#q30587621

Thread #3 (currently up, heavyly censored)
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/30619851/#30622706

>>2331
>Bibedal is "anthro"
Fucking bullshit.

>>2331
wut?

Figured I'd drop this here

cuz I love u

>>2334
Topcute!

>>2335
DELETE THIS

>>2334
Really cute Anon.

>>2298
The rebranded /warpone/ thread has just resurrected:
http://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/30623804
Don't let it die.

Some goy just made an "unofficial" thread on 4cuck:
http://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/30619851

>>2331
That's BS as we seen EVEN in the show they are able to stand on their hind legs and use their arms. Do they EVEN WATCH THE SHOW!

Gif for proof

Time for the Aryanne Thread Update of July 2017!

I have a surprisingly high amount of art for you this month. Almost 60 pieces of good to high quality from almost every walk of art one can think of. I am positive you will enjoy it! 2 pieces of new Human Art art sadly not make it to the update deadline, but I will either post them later on when they are done or with the update of next month.

As most if not all of you will have noticed, there was some severe fuckery going on with the Aryanne thread on /mlp/ this month. I wont go here into detail again, the topic had been discussed well enough already. Consider checking out the archive links to see it with your own eyes. The current thread there is damaged but seems to be relatively stable now.

Speaking of Stable threads, those of you who also use 8chan will have noticed that there were issues with the Aryanne thread pn /pone/. After the update in May it either broke or hit bump limit finally after 2 years uptime. Since that thread was sadly borderline unusuable for technical reasons and that I myself practically dont use 8chan anymore, all future updates of the Aryanne thread will be posted here on MLPOL.NET until further notice as long as the community stays active here on the site.

Aryanne herself as a meme is doing a good job breaching into our Reality. The Playboy magazine has written a (biased) article about our community which can bee seen here, http://archive.is/l08hC#selection-503.206-503.213 Street artists draw art of her on german turf under the sun and chances are we will be getting a trading card game with her in it in some time.

The greentext story of this month is a clopfic posted on tumblr by Sleepy Scribs, which you can also find here:
https://sleepyscribs.tumblr.com/post/162443431834/its-always-better-with-wine
Due to the instability over at /mlp/ I will not be posting a new chapter of Anons Anonymous in Germaneigh story for the time being.
(hopefully we can resume to that next month).

Hope you will enjoy this Update! Next one will hopefully be posted around September 1st. Enjoy the rest of the summer!(∩✧ω✧)⊃━☆ﾟ.*<卐3

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ARTIST LINKS
http://sieg-viktoria.deviantart.com/ - Vicky is doing Commissions for 2,50 - 5 Dollars each currently, check her out!
http://h1r0h1t0.deviantart.com/ - Also known as Daisy Dictator
https://antamoanimisan-m.tumblr.com/ - Pony Art and Nudes
https://anonymousdrawfig.tumblr.com/ - Pony Art, Porn and Animations
http://regularmousepony89.deviantart.com/ - Anthro Art
http://pferdie.deviantart.com/ - Pony and Anthro
http://vultraz.deviantart.com/ - Pony Art
https://inkbunny.net/PureNova - Pony, Anthro & Furry Art
https://ponyquarantine.tumblr.com/ - Pony Art

- sketch of a fat Aryanne in a Oktoberfest dress made by an Anon from the fat pony thread
- fat Aryanne in her military uniform made by an Anon from the fat pony thread
- sketch of Aryanne lifting her hooves and sticking her tongue out, by Randy
- Sitting Aryanne licking her hoof, by Randy
- Bipedal Aryanne in some sort of clothing, possibly an evening dress, made by AN-M

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It’s Always Better With Wine by Sleepy Scribs

Aryanne hummed quietly, causing her breath to rise from the corners of her mouth in small, steady wisps that lingered momentarily before fading, blending in with the frigid winter air around her. Each steady, uniform step she took left behind four little imprints, exposing the coal black roads that lay just underneath before the gently falling snow swept them away. Her icy blue eyes traced the nearly empty streets, taking notice of the young fillies and colts working together to light the gas lamps that loomed over the streets. Their excited voices echoed off the stone walls, northern and southern dialects mixed, overlapping for common word before diverging once again.

Aryanne gently tucked her neck tighter against the plush fur that lined her jacket, the lingering smells of tobacco, whisky, and firewood embedded in each fiber, as the sun pulled its rays from the ground beneath her, drawing with it what little heat it had provided that day. There was beauty in the oncoming night. Hues of red and gold that brushed against the looming, shivering trees that had shed their leaves faded to shades of purple and gray that mocked them behind lush evergreen. And just as the sun fell behind the edge of the world, the moon rose proudly, casting quiet rays of ambient white that made each individual snowflake shine before it fell to the crystalline floor below.

- Mitsuko in a snowstorm, lineart and paintjob made by 2 Anons from /mlpol/
- Franziska in labcoat, lineart and paintjob made by 2 Anons from /mlpol/
- Aryanne standing on 2 legs, lineart and paintjob made by 2 Anons from /mlpol/
- Aryanne and Lesie (?) sharing a doubleheaded dildo
- Outline of a Human Aryanne in uniform made by AN-M (may or may not contain Vampirism or Anime fangs)

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As the last of the stray pedestrians made their way off the streets, she made her way inside, quickly shutting the door behind her, the last wisps of cold wind dancing around her hind legs.

“Anon,” she asked quietly, looking around the still living room as she pulled off her jacket, hanging it neatly on the coat rack beside her. Save for the crackling embers that painted the walls and her own snowy white coat in a dull, orange glow, the house remained silent. A small smile crossed her muzzle as she peeked into the kitchen, noticing the slew of open drawers and cabinets; a few broken plates among a silverware-littered floor.

She maneuvered carefully, avoiding the sharp debris in her own little mock dance as her eyes traced over the wine rack that, since that morning, had lost its shining gem.

- Pixelcanvas art of Aryanne with the Communist gravestone getting pissed on by Anon
- Pixelcanvas Art of Aryannes plot by Anon. This picture is based on a similar looking picture with a cameltoe but without hat.
- Pixelcanvas Art of Zeppelin Aryanne by Anon
- Aryanne BJ with a collar by Nyahnaysh
- Slurpee Aryanne Outline Version

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“Oh Anon,” she purred, a small tingle running down her spine. “I told you to drink as much as you like, just not from zat bottle. And what did you do~?”

Aryanne turned her eyes to the stairs which told a similar tale. Paintings that had been neatly hung, lay either upon the floor or in their own crooked lean, peering towards the second floor. Each push against the old, time-stained oakwood, earned a low creak that caused her breath to hitch as her heart beat rapidly against her chest.

She pushed opened the door to the tucked away guest room, her breathing picking up as her eyes fell upon the sleeping form mere feet from her. The air was thick, stained with the musk that seemed to cling only to human skin. Worn clothing that held traces of soap mixed with the brushed aromas of the city market. What a twisted thing, fraternizing with any common mare or stallion that lingered in the streets. Never knowing if they carried tainted thoughts or held a snake’s tongue. It was sickening and foreign, cruel to the nature of perfection, yet each time he brought home the scent of others, the same, familiar heat rose in her chest.

- an Aryan Alicorn in SS uniform, by Daisy Dictator
- a cute picture of Luftkrieg made by Lawlawzer
- Axis Ponies by Daisy Dictator
- Vicky in Hitlerjugend uniform by CYZIA14
- A communist pegasus being jelly by Daisy Dictator

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Her body trembled as she pulled herself onto the bed, pressing her thin, athletic frame against Anon’s form. A bit of drool ran down the side of her mouth, staining the light fabric of his shirt with dark splotches. She lay against him, letting her hind legs rest on either side as she buried her muzzle in his jacket, inhaling deeply.

“Heilige Scheiße,” she whispered under her breath, shutting her eyes tight as she nuzzled Anon’s ribs, squeezing her thighs against his sides. Her normal, calm and collected demeanor tossed aside like a common street dweller. Her blonde mane, normally perfectly groomed and tidy, lay over her left eye and shoulders.

“You’re lucky you know,” she huffed, accent thicker than normal as she rocked her hips back and forth, shuddering as the rough fabric of his jeans pressed against her slick folds. “To have the best of the best touch you like this…”

- SFM Art of 2 Anthro ponies in Latex Stripper gear, made by Narox22 (note: This is """not Aryanne""")
- SFM Art of Aryanne doing a podcast about /pol/, made by Mendrick94
- Finished Model of Aryanne from the /pol/ League cup, made by the MLPOL.NET Football Team Management
- Aryanne pointing a gun by Pferdie
- Friedrich, an aryan colt and relative of Breta the Kriegsmarine pony, in his laboratory

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She paused for a moment, chest rising and falling quickly as she looked over Anon’s face, checking and rechecking to ensure the drink had kept him from waking, kept him from seeing her this way. Satisfied, she leaned down, gripping the zipper of his jeans in her teeth while glancing at his face through the stray strands of her mane as she roughly tugged at the metal bit.

The sweet scent of feminine excitement danced alongside masculine musk, causing Aryanne’s head to swim. In her dizzy state, she tugged down the last bit of fabric, squeaking in surprise as his member sprung up, smacking against her muzzle. Her eyes went cross, focusing on the throbbing flesh in front of her. It was far from the first time she had done this, yet each time she felt the lust drunk embarrassment she had the first time. Her heart pounding in her ears, the twinge of anxiety lingering in her stomach. It was intoxicating. She wrapped one hoof around his length, sliding the other between her legs to paw at her delicate folds.

- MLPOL-Anonfilly and Luftkrieg by ADF
- Anthro Art of Iracema (The Brazilian catholic nationalist pony) together with her pet snake. by RegularMousePony
- Iracema doing a Sieg Heil salute by RMP
- Arnthro Aryanne getting angry over a soldiers kit by RMP
- Anthro Aryanne getting a grope and a nipple twist at the same time by Randy

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Her breath danced against Anon’s length as she let out a shaky sigh, her warm breath earning a healthy twitch in response as she traced each inch with her lips, switching between modest little pecks and gentle ghost kisses until she reached the tip. She watched as a bubble of pre formed and quickly disappeared from the slow, steady drag of her slick tongue. To her, the taste was devine, a healthy mix of sweet and tart that danced across her tastebuds before sliding down her throat.

Aryanne burned redder as she heard a few drips of her excitement land on the wooden floor beneath them, the fur on her inner thighs soaked as her hoof, once making steady, careful movements, now mimicked the inexperience of a celibate. Her other hoof ran carefully along Anon’s length, pausing briefly to allow her soft lips to linger with each kiss before resuming. She loved when he was like this. Unconscious, yet more active than she imagined he’d be awake. Each movement she made, every small whisper under her breath or shift of her body earned a twitch, a slight movement, and to her own amusement, a brief curl of his toes. His body betrayed him, left him vulnerable, left him hers.

- An Aryan Pegasus from Fallout Equestria
- An Aryan Pegasus in golden guard armor
- 2 photos of Chalk art of Aryanne during the Galacon Brony convention in Germany, According to the maker one of the three men in the picture is some guy called Blackgyphon who works for Hasbro
- Cards of Aryanne made for a trading card game by Rodlee1000

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Reluctantly, she pulled away, sitting up to watch the slick tip of his member bob ever so slightly with his rapid heartbeat. She let out a small purr as she dragged her body against him, guiding his member against her silky, plush coat, which left trails of matted fur against her stomach. She stopped just shy of her snatch, pausing briefly to look him over, watching in curiosity as their chests both rose and fell together, in anticipation, excitement, and anxious bliss.

With a gentle rock of her hips, his tip rested against her warm folds, just barely parting her swollen lips. She swallowed hard, moving her hooves to either side to support her trembling frame. Aryanne swayed her hips as she continued adjusting her position, causing her tail to brush against his legs. As the thin, fibrous hairs ran across Anon’s inner thigh, his body jerked slightly, causing her to lose her balance. In an instant, her motherly hips hit his with a quick smack, her hoof flying to her mouth to hold back her high pitched moan as she impaled herself upon him.

A collection of new Art made by Vicky Turner for her SS Unicorn OC of the same name

- walking right
- Pixel art in uniform
- paper drawing of vicky laying on the floor with a partial uniform
- Vicky with a necktie (but without horn) by sattobless
- Anthro Vicky with hooves in uniform

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The sensation was overwhelming, her marehood tightening around the sudden intrusion, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from her body’s forced adjustment. She sat still, panting heavily as she kept her hooves firmly against the bed, sweat matting down the normally stray tufts of fur against her chest, and causing her mane to cling to her cheek.

She was an absolute mess, hips rocking back and forth as she tried to regain proper control over her movements, only to shudder as Anon’s member brushed against her inner walls with each steady sway of her body, bumping against the entrance to her womb whenever she sat up. It took her a few moments before she was able to raise her hips, eyes rolling back as her muscles clenched around his length, reluctantly letting inch after inch slide out until just the tip remained buried inside her most delicate bits.

Aryanne sucked in a quick breath, swearing quietly as she lowered her hips, stopping just shy of Anon’s lap before repeating the motion. Quiet whimpers and moans passed her lips as she let her eyes fall shut. Her ears twitched with each slick sound that danced across the small room, breathing interrupted by hard swallows and shuddering pants, her stomach tightening ever-so-slightly.

- Aryanne closing a door by Vultraz
- Aryanne covered by a flag by PureNova
- Pet art by Pony Quarantine
- a picture of Luftkrieg drawn by Vicky Turner
- Aryanne smacking Leslie with a book by Anonymousdrawfig

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How he remained asleep during these sessions, even with tainted drink, was a mystery to her. Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt a stray burst of pre shoot inside her, further coating her already slick walls. She rubbed the side of his leg, shivering as she picked up speed, bouncing faster against him, and tightening her stomach with each bounce to stop just shy of his lap. She could feel his member swell, pushing harder against her walls. She was close. He was closer.

Anon’s body tensed, prompting Aryanne to drop into his lap just as he hit his climax; wave after wave of seed shooting directly into her womb, the rest coating her walls and running down his length, pooling between them. Her own excitement followed, eyes rolled back in bliss as she felt the final, weaker bursts of his seed shoot against the entrance to her filled womb.

She slumped forward, cheek pressed against him as a small strand of drool connected her tongue to his midsection. She could feel his breathing slow as she fought to stay conscious, motivated solely by maintaining the stern image she carried. It took what little strength she had remaining to pull herself off of him, face burning as she felt his seed steadily leak out of her, leaving little traces of their midnight fun in zigzag patterns as she stumbled out of the room, closing the door behind her.

- Vector edit of Aryanen shrugging by an Anon from /mlpol/
- agitated shake gif by Anon >>2252 DUBLICATE FILE
- an unnamed Aryan pony as a standard bearer by an Anon from /mlpol/
- IWTCIA with a cutie mark edit (old version had the old mark) by Anon
- Aryanne drinking Apple Cider, Vector edit by AN-M

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Morning came quickly, slivers of golden-red light cutting through thin fabric and dancing across Aryanne’s face, pulling her from the warmth and comfort of sleep. She arched her back, stretching out as far as her muscles would allow her, a sigh of content passing her lips. Aryanne slipped out of bed, following her usual routine, from warm water washing away what little evidence remained of the night prior, to fixing her mane and dawning her winter attire and signature peaked cap.

She already heard Anon moving about the house, no doubt believing that he had, once again, drank himself under the table. The very thought caused her to smirk as she made her way down the stairs, her eyes landing on Anon picking up the remnants of broken china.

“I told you not to drink mein wine,” she cooed, mockery lining each of her words as she walked past him, grabbing her coat and steadying herself before slipping it on.

- Aryanne tentacle rape
- Anthro Aryanne rope rape
- Aryanne drinking a Slurpee
- Aryanne with a :D :gun: (this and the 3 pictures above were made by Randy)
- (∩✧ω✧)⊃━☆ﾟ.*<卐3 by AN-M

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Anon groaned lightly, leaning on the counter as he stood, flicking the bit of ceramic into the sink. “Can we talk about this later,” he muttered, “My head is killing me.”

Aryanne dismissed his words with a quick wave of her hoof. “I expect that bottle to be replaced,” she said calmly, “There are some Marks on the table.”

Before he could reply, she turned and made her way out the front door. The brisk winter air brushed against her, catching what little droplets of water remained in her fur. As the streets slowly came to life with scampering schoolponies making their way to classes, and adults tidying their homes before making their way to work, Aryanne hummed softly.

+++ END OF GREENTEXT +++

>>2354
>Aryanne drinking a Slurpee
for some reason, i imagine she is drinking next to someone really thirsty.
something like "you jella mad you can't have this"

also, the clopfic was real good

>>2343
I commend your dedication Anon.

The effort you put in this will not be forgotten.

>>2355
>for some reason, i imagine she is drinking next to someone really thirsty.
>something like "you jella mad you can't have this"
This would be better with Leslie.

>>2356
>EU
Come on, Derpy isn't retarded. Just derped.

>>2355
>>2357

The Slurpee and the Gun picture are avaiable as emoticons on DA.
The Slurpee picture also got featured in an art gallery on EQD.

>>2356

(^._.^)/)

Threadly reminder the 3rd Aryanne thread on /mlp/ is stable and still running, will perhaps get some greentext over this weekend. Also by the looks of it we are getting some fine art this month.

>>2361
Nice

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