/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

>>370001
Fat!
FAAAAT!

>>369998
>I feel partially responsible for that, given I'm a greentext writer myself.
Don't be. My belief is that filly should be fun and so should writing(storytelling).

<"fat fucking walls of green text"
How about instead of doing that, you just post an image of anonfilly with just a few sentences of greentext to it. Like this:
>Be filly.
>Huff Puff.
"I say ma'am, this is quite the bomb-ass tea, mistress Purps."

Just to invigorate the passion for filly green-texting again, no guilt. c:

>>369998
>They aren't all blatant wish-fulfillment at least, and some of them avoid sex change as a central theme
Huh, I haven’t seen any. I’ll take your word for it.
>I feel partially responsible for that, given I'm a greentext writer myself.
You’ve done a lot more than is required for the filly. Its fine if you don’t want him to become spoiled :^).
But yeah I feel you. Getting off your ass and creating is hard. I used to drawfag but doing so now always feels like a chore. I quit playing videogames somewhere down the line but now I just waste my time reading, surfing the boards, or studying art rather than actually doing it.
>Alright, I'll add it to the doc
The title and blurb look good, you can go ahead and unlist it. All those views on the doc is surprising.

>Be Filly
>Snoozing
>Suddenly, moonhorse
>"U no niktmares? Y am here?" she asks
>You shrug shoulders
>Proseed to frolick in flower field
Fin

>>370011
>You’ve done a lot more than is required for the filly. Its fine if you don’t want him to become spoiled :^).
Lmao, true
>I quit playing videogames somewhere down the line but now I just waste my time reading, surfing the boards, or studying art rather than actually doing it.
Reading is never a waste of time, even a bad story can provide you with examples on what not to do without having to fuck up there yourself. Studying art is cool too, though yeah it's important to create. I used to draw some too, was never very good but I have a few pieces I was proud of.
>The title and blurb look good, you can go ahead and unlist it. All those views on the doc is surprising.
Alright, added it to the doc. Some of the views might just be bots, but every once in a while I'll encounter /mlp/ lurkers in the wild and they'll mention having read something I wrote. Small world.

>>370024
That's some nice hips on this Anonfilly.

>>370035
ty ^^

>Be filly.
>Purps is like, "Who wants pancakes?"
"Ugh."
>How smol does she think u r?
"Nuh uh."
>"Are u certain?" she asks before setting down a tower of them bathed in delicious jam.
"Obviously purps," you say and then proceed to stuff as many pancake into your mouth as you can fit.

>>370188
Noice.

<Set in RGRE="Reverse Gender Roles Equestria"
>Be filly.
>Midnight Blossom, a colt from class, taps you on your shoulder on your way home from school.
>"Uhh, mmm, ehh. Hi, Anon," he says and then looks away, blushing.
"Uhh, sup?" you ask, tilting your head at the colt. "Do you need something Midnight?"
>"Well, uhm, I mean if you don't mind..." He stammers.
"Oi, speak man!" You told the other foals at school that 'man' just meant mare from where you came from.
>He jumps and his eyes go wide.
>"Doyouwannagooutthissaturday?"
>Huh?

>Be Midnight Blossom.
>Eeeeeeeek!
>You just asked out the most marely filly in school.
>Your heart just wants to leap out of your chest.
>Anon looks puzzled.
>"Heh heh. Take a deep breath," she says and place a firm, and save hoof, on your shoulder. "And take it one step at a time, we got time, bro."
>She gives you that reassuring but also somewhat knowing smile, though you both fear and hope that she doesn't know, you know?
>You inhale and exhale.
>Then you face Anon with a determine look.
>"On Saturday, how about we visit the cinema. There's this new movie that I'd like to see. I'd lo- Eh, like you to come with, if you're free."
>"Ah." Her face shines up in realization. "I can make time for it. Sounds fun."
>She reaches out and tussles you mane with her hoof.
>You can't help but to enjoy her touch, however, this is what how you feared it might turn out.
>Anon doesn't see you as a, well stallion, but more like a little brother-type colt, that she feels needs to protected.
>While you enjoy her giving you attention, what you really wanted was something more, well, lewd.
>Your heart aches with nervousness as you decide to follow through with your friends advice.

>Be Anon.
>You pet Midnight's soft, white mane.
>So cozy.
>This guy really need someone to take him under their wing, how else would he be able to catch a mare in the future?
>Maybe he lacked a father-figure at home, after all he mentioned how his mom cooked for a high-class restaurant as their top chef, or something, but nothing about what his dad did for a living.
>And from your experience in Equestria thus far, it was clear that the females in this world were way tougher than the woman back home.
>So you couldn't help but to worry for him a bit, mannerbund-style.
>Suddenly, he pulls away from your hoof.
>He looks at you with, somewhat, angry eyes.
>"No," he says and stomps his hoof. "You don't get it."
>You blink.
>Ugh, another tantrum. Maybe you'd spoiled him to much. Don't spare the rod after all.^^
"Get what?"
>"Thissss-"
>He goes low on his front hooves.
>Then he creeps forward with his hips swaying from side to side with each step.
>He pulls up again.
>Pulling his face closer to yours with half-lid eyes and an open maw.
>He release his breath that hits your face like a pancake of smell.
>It smells...
>Good actually.
>Huh?
>You sniff and feel something far back in your body jerk or throb or something.
>You look back at him and he looks happily surprised for a moment before his eyes turn coy.
>He leans in, at first you think his gonna kiss you and so does he it seems but hesitates and leaves a peck on your cheek before, pulling back.
>He smacks his lips.
>His gaze lingers on you and your wide eyes.
>He seems satisfied before turning around.
>As he struts away, he pulls his tail to the side... Revealing his asshole?!(copy+paste=uncensored)
>...And his flaccid cock, swinging like a grandfather clock's pendulum with his steps and the invigorated swings of his hips.
>...
>Woah. He's a straight up fag.

Style practice:
Turning "be-verbs" into other verbs, mostly.

>>370211
>hole
actually no
It's just my theme

>>370202
Kek, I "made" that. Any questions?

>>370224
It's exquisite. Thank you.

>>370225
You're very welcome!

>>370632
Cute

>>371261
Forgot the stripes.

>Be Anon
>Day: too many to count but definitely more than four
>Twilight that big nerd owes me my money and my human body back.
>I've been the perfect filly
>Sure the broken cups and plates and bowls when I couldn't grab things just happens as a part of life.
>Even if it's the fine china passed from generation to generation.
>Can't even make my own meals or get any snacks so constantly having to go to her to get anything done is what a big mare puuuurple has to deal with.
>It's not like she can hold me accountable for being unable to grab books notmally and that the pages in books for some reason taste pretty decent.
>Maybe I shouldn't have pranked her by trolling and falling into her cooch with a book in mouth giving her a new found fetish to enjoy.
>It only happened once.
>Twice.
>Okay alot of times and sometimes the mug of whatever at the time too.
>Maybe shit talking about how the human form solves most of a ponies problems is something I should have toned down.
>"Anonymous! I finished the spell. Check out how cute and functional I look now."
>Nearing the curtains dread itches up my spine. I bite the bullet.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
>She's using her hands and fingers on me-heee-heee. Save me friendship pones you're my only hope!

>>372356
Please remember to save media you make, otherwise it can be nuked at any time.

Sup anon.

All of my attempts to re-read Chilly Filly (which I really want to do before continuing it) in recent years have failed, I think because I've been too busy to do so and my standards have improved quite a bit since starting it, so a lot of the beginning is a cringefest slog to get through. I've decided to use a tts reader to listen to it instead so I can play vidya/study/model shit while I absorb it, and hopefully soon-ish I can continue working on it. I'm still juggling a few other projects and university though, so don't hold your breath. I'm not making any promises this time; god I've love to, but I'm not quite the person I used to be back in 2018/2019. Love you all, mlpol. Sleep tight poner.

Anonfilly is 4cuck slop, i would still love to jerk off to her doe

>>373850
shut up fag

>>373845
WB
>>373850
shut up fag

>>373850
Nigger

>>373853
Shitler killed himself lol

>>373860
Sure, he shot himself in the head twice.

>>372852
Hah, what a hoser

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.