>Spoonfeed me. What's this thread about?
This thread typically consists of Anon gone filly, as he's thrust into a new life as a cute little pony.
>What's to be expected?
Fillies, cuteness, Anon-tier shenanigans, bitchy Twilight, desires to be the little filly, etc..
>Any archive of photos or stories?
Dropbox (Photos):
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/h46ituoalc71wp9/AACmTe3H8s10ArK3-5Q_3juqa?dl=0
Stories:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BP6aPchH3lGIRdzd78IWykMCXuKLrNABi6bxZGVTy9c/edit
>I'm a contributor.
Great! For writers, just notify All Nighter Fgt Lone15, so you can have your green added to the Doc. For artists, animators, or any other content makers, you can store your fillies in the Dropbox for future viewing pleasure.
Some especially based faggot also recently compiled nearly every filly image ever created, which you can check out here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1AowOdwFzlbRk0FVZsRGRYe2hyKhzo2h3?usp=sharing
Assess how well you fit into the filly hivemind: https://projects.fivethirtyeight.com/personality-quiz/?group=-LdS-38NvfIG9PHPrYB8
>I don't like this thread because of reasons.
You'll never know how it is unless you try a dose of filly.
Old-mare Thread: >>325047 →
/mlpol/ - My Little Politics
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
No.376162
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>8
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I know filly, you were resting in peace. But I won't be here for long. You can soon go back to your last page, silly billy. ^^
Inspiration:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcDmGep7c6M
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfU6MeP5Fq0
>Be Anonfilly.
>You roll two pieces of paper into finer points before jamming them deep into your nostrils.
>Having no removed your sense of smell, you step forward to the pile of diamond dog droppings on the ground.
>You walk over it and then, just to get it over with, drop down on it.
>Its relatively fresh and soft, maybe a bit warm...
>Anyway, you proceed to rub your belly against it to really knead it into your fur.
>Then you start to roll back and forth over it, to get some on your back as well.
>Then you use your hooves to smudge off the bigger pieces that got stuck in your fur and smear it around your four hooves.
>Soon you're neck deep in shit, literally.
>You proceed to leave this tunnel the way you came from.
>You hated how the filth clung to every single hair for your body it made you sick.
>But you were glad for the paper clogging up your nose.
>This wouldn't even been possible without it.
>Regardless, that your life was one the line, you'd probably throw up by the smell that now hung to you like an evil miasma.
>You wriggled your way through tight wormholes dug out by mere diamond dog pups but even at that age their claws could cut through the many gems covering the walls of the subterranean web of tunnels you had found yourself in.
>These wormholes, as you had come to refer to them as, were to small in circumference that you felt the hard rocks around all side.
>They scraped your both your belly but at same time your back.
>You couldn't really move your limbs but had to wriggle yourself through, hence you named these tunnels the wormholes.
>They were a huge risk unless, tested and even then one could get stuck and also one had to test it at some point to have them test after all.
>Which, you never did.
>The three you used, you only ever tried because you were running from one of the many underground predators, in this case, diamond dogs.
>Now, you were in the section of the wormhole were even your months-now-trained night vision, couldn't see a thing.
>There simple were no light here.
>You were even a bat pony to boot.
>But your slit eyes picked up nothing.
>You had echolocation though, but it was dangerous since diamond dogs would could just pick out the sound if nearby.
>That's why you fumbled and felt your way through the pitch black darkness.
>You did use echolocation but only a very limited form as in you made an itcy bitty little skquee that bounced of the first stalagmite in about a yard distance from you for your ears to pick up.
>But it worked well enough.
>And soon enough, you crawled out into a larger corridor-like tunnel.
>It was somewhat lit up with independently glowing gemstones that almost seem to grow out from the cave walls.
Inspiration:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcDmGep7c6M
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfU6MeP5Fq0
>Be Anonfilly.
>You roll two pieces of paper into finer points before jamming them deep into your nostrils.
>Having no removed your sense of smell, you step forward to the pile of diamond dog droppings on the ground.
>You walk over it and then, just to get it over with, drop down on it.
>Its relatively fresh and soft, maybe a bit warm...
>Anyway, you proceed to rub your belly against it to really knead it into your fur.
>Then you start to roll back and forth over it, to get some on your back as well.
>Then you use your hooves to smudge off the bigger pieces that got stuck in your fur and smear it around your four hooves.
>Soon you're neck deep in shit, literally.
>You proceed to leave this tunnel the way you came from.
>You hated how the filth clung to every single hair for your body it made you sick.
>But you were glad for the paper clogging up your nose.
>This wouldn't even been possible without it.
>Regardless, that your life was one the line, you'd probably throw up by the smell that now hung to you like an evil miasma.
>You wriggled your way through tight wormholes dug out by mere diamond dog pups but even at that age their claws could cut through the many gems covering the walls of the subterranean web of tunnels you had found yourself in.
>These wormholes, as you had come to refer to them as, were to small in circumference that you felt the hard rocks around all side.
>They scraped your both your belly but at same time your back.
>You couldn't really move your limbs but had to wriggle yourself through, hence you named these tunnels the wormholes.
>They were a huge risk unless, tested and even then one could get stuck and also one had to test it at some point to have them test after all.
>Which, you never did.
>The three you used, you only ever tried because you were running from one of the many underground predators, in this case, diamond dogs.
>Now, you were in the section of the wormhole were even your months-now-trained night vision, couldn't see a thing.
>There simple were no light here.
>You were even a bat pony to boot.
>But your slit eyes picked up nothing.
>You had echolocation though, but it was dangerous since diamond dogs would could just pick out the sound if nearby.
>That's why you fumbled and felt your way through the pitch black darkness.
>You did use echolocation but only a very limited form as in you made an itcy bitty little skquee that bounced of the first stalagmite in about a yard distance from you for your ears to pick up.
>But it worked well enough.
>And soon enough, you crawled out into a larger corridor-like tunnel.
>It was somewhat lit up with independently glowing gemstones that almost seem to grow out from the cave walls.
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>>378916
>You wander through the dimly lit corridor.
>You're careful how you move you hooves.
>You don't wanna kick any rock or step to hard onto the cave floor because the dogs could be around any corner and they had good hearing.
>However, you had better.
>You fuzzy bat ears rotate around like how your hands used to, throwing out your sense of hearing far and wide like net in the ocean.
>You even have a modus opernadi for discretion at this point.
>First, you take a step or two as silent as the night; then, secondly, you scan the dimension of sound for any songs that promise death, before repeating the cycle.
>You continue on your path before you hear it.
>Smallest sound of panting, so small it just reach the threshold of you to catch it, growing in the far distance of the tunnel your in.
>Routine kicks in and you flap your wings upon take off.
>You grab a stalagmite as if they were body pillow and stay there silent as the grave.
>Your ears are confirming it and your eyes down on the path ahead.
>Soon you hear the accompanying croaking, panting, whining, and yapping a pack of diamond dogs always brought with them.
>About a dozen grey bodies covered in filth trudge pass underneath you, kind of like you're on bridge and water flows under it.
>They kick up a cloud of dust behind them which would irritate your nose if you didn't already have it filled with paper, instead it only forces you to shut your eyes.
>You wander through the dimly lit corridor.
>You're careful how you move you hooves.
>You don't wanna kick any rock or step to hard onto the cave floor because the dogs could be around any corner and they had good hearing.
>However, you had better.
>You fuzzy bat ears rotate around like how your hands used to, throwing out your sense of hearing far and wide like net in the ocean.
>You even have a modus opernadi for discretion at this point.
>First, you take a step or two as silent as the night; then, secondly, you scan the dimension of sound for any songs that promise death, before repeating the cycle.
>You continue on your path before you hear it.
>Smallest sound of panting, so small it just reach the threshold of you to catch it, growing in the far distance of the tunnel your in.
>Routine kicks in and you flap your wings upon take off.
>You grab a stalagmite as if they were body pillow and stay there silent as the grave.
>Your ears are confirming it and your eyes down on the path ahead.
>Soon you hear the accompanying croaking, panting, whining, and yapping a pack of diamond dogs always brought with them.
>About a dozen grey bodies covered in filth trudge pass underneath you, kind of like you're on bridge and water flows under it.
>They kick up a cloud of dust behind them which would irritate your nose if you didn't already have it filled with paper, instead it only forces you to shut your eyes.
Y'all'r'a cute.
>Be filly anon
>Once Purple hooked you up to some machines, she just started blasting.
>That's how in one incoherent rant chucked you to the pony-bic school system for foals, fillies and colts.
>Is finally Friday and it's time to paaaarte-
>"Remember class homework is due tomorrow."
>Your now underdeveloped brain unable to contain the outrage burst like the usual Rainbow Dash cum collection condom,
"What the ffff-buck is that! It's the weekend Cherrilee."
>A soap, rebuke and laughter from even smaller horses, the teach explains the simple concept of a week.
>In song, Twilight Sparkle's translation fails a bit.
>"All together for the days of the week. Starting today and end on today."
>"Fridaaay~ Happy Days~ CycleHums~ Saturdaaay~ Whataday~ Sundaaay~ Mondaaay~ Happy Days~ Tuesdaaay~ Wednesdaaay~ Happy Days~ Thursdaaay~ Fridaaay~!"
"That's seven days of the week."
>Cue laughter for being unable to number like the female hors your meat has been folded into.
>The teacher looks at you with concern like a parent watching their child try doing normal ballet as a nugget.
>The burning sensation from being cut down to size activates Twilight's spell that helps you learn horse words.
>"There's Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Happyday, Cyclehums, Whataday, Freeday and Shareday. The twleve days of the week not in order. Whataday is an enhanced weekday every other week as it is a weekend every other other week unless it's a holiday in which it is a weekend."
"What?"
>"Exactly, goodbye everypony!"
>Be filly anon
>Once Purple hooked you up to some machines, she just started blasting.
>That's how in one incoherent rant chucked you to the pony-bic school system for foals, fillies and colts.
>Is finally Friday and it's time to paaaarte-
>"Remember class homework is due tomorrow."
>Your now underdeveloped brain unable to contain the outrage burst like the usual Rainbow Dash cum collection condom,
"What the ffff-buck is that! It's the weekend Cherrilee."
>A soap, rebuke and laughter from even smaller horses, the teach explains the simple concept of a week.
>In song, Twilight Sparkle's translation fails a bit.
>"All together for the days of the week. Starting today and end on today."
>"Fridaaay~ Happy Days~ CycleHums~ Saturdaaay~ Whataday~ Sundaaay~ Mondaaay~ Happy Days~ Tuesdaaay~ Wednesdaaay~ Happy Days~ Thursdaaay~ Fridaaay~!"
"That's seven days of the week."
>Cue laughter for being unable to number like the female hors your meat has been folded into.
>The teacher looks at you with concern like a parent watching their child try doing normal ballet as a nugget.
>The burning sensation from being cut down to size activates Twilight's spell that helps you learn horse words.
>"There's Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Happyday, Cyclehums, Whataday, Freeday and Shareday. The twleve days of the week not in order. Whataday is an enhanced weekday every other week as it is a weekend every other other week unless it's a holiday in which it is a weekend."
"What?"
>"Exactly, goodbye everypony!"
Anonymous
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Anonymous
No.382402
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Anonymous
No.382482
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Anonymous
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The more things change, the more they stay the same
I see orange filly has stayed around with her own shenanigans, hopefully green fillet learns that burning down the house might be a step too far now that she's forced to come around once more...
I see orange filly has stayed around with her own shenanigans, hopefully green fillet learns that burning down the house might be a step too far now that she's forced to come around once more...
Anonymous
No.384148
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>>383288
Back on mlpol again, truly life is a flat circle. Hope you've been well Brazilnon, we need more writefilly these days. Might chip in myself soon, been saying that for a while though. Filly ain't the way she used to be
Back on mlpol again, truly life is a flat circle. Hope you've been well Brazilnon, we need more writefilly these days. Might chip in myself soon, been saying that for a while though. Filly ain't the way she used to be
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Made some lighters a little while back. Thought it was amusing.
Anonymous
No.384174
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Anonymous
No.384203
>>384201
>Didn't really make any money off of them
Keep them with you for the time being, they are collector's material and I'm more than sure when the time is right, some fags like me, may be interested in getting one... or all of them.
>Didn't really make any money off of them
Keep them with you for the time being, they are collector's material and I'm more than sure when the time is right, some fags like me, may be interested in getting one... or all of them.
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Anonymous
No.386109
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4chan and everyone dead but im still making the moves tearing up the clubs
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