>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
No.397193
>>397176
>Could you do a technodistributist orange unicorn with a lab coat and a cowboy hat?
that was a very odd description but here you go
>>>/poner/10891 →
don't know why , but lines came out a bit blurry , something wrong with my renderer.
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>>397182
"LYRAAAAAA??!!! , That Kills People!!!"
>Could you do a technodistributist orange unicorn with a lab coat and a cowboy hat?
that was a very odd description but here you go
>>>/poner/10891 →
don't know why , but lines came out a bit blurry , something wrong with my renderer.
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>>397182
"LYRAAAAAA??!!! , That Kills People!!!"
Anonymous
No.399210
By the way, GREENS are needed.
I think I just solved the symbol grounding problem and can make waifus real now.
>>398142
>>399216
i put them here.
>>>/mlpol/399229 →
if you ever wanted to ask me for another drawing please do that there. let's not fuck up threads.
>>399216
i put them here.
>>>/mlpol/399229 →
if you ever wanted to ask me for another drawing please do that there. let's not fuck up threads.
Anonymous
No.399234
>>399230
It's a lab coat. Lab coats used to be black during the early days of chemistry and microbiology because of all the dyes. Return to tradition!
It's a lab coat. Lab coats used to be black during the early days of chemistry and microbiology because of all the dyes. Return to tradition!
Anonymous
No.399236
>>399235
>Lab coats used to be black during the early days of chemistry and microbiology because of all the dyes.
Oops. Didn't know.
>Lab coats used to be black during the early days of chemistry and microbiology because of all the dyes.
Oops. Didn't know.
Anonymous
No.399241
>>399235
>Lab coats used to be black during the early days of chemistry
oh yeah 'doc mccoy' from desperados...how that wasn't obvious for me.
>Lab coats used to be black during the early days of chemistry
oh yeah 'doc mccoy' from desperados...how that wasn't obvious for me.
>>399211
>Be filly.
>Right now, you're holding onto the door-frame with all your strength that your tiny filly body can provide.
>Your hooves dig into the cornflower blue wallpaper.
>Purple's purple magic aura surrounds you and pulls you towards her.
>"Anon, you shouldn't- Argh!" Twilight says between grunts. "Judge a book by it's cover."
"Nein, Bookhorse! I'm red-blooded American, not some faggy vegan," you say in your high-pitched girl voice.
>"Not anymore, you aren't. Now you are a cute little filly." Twilight strained her neck as she pulled with her telekinesis. "Just give it a try. I promise that hay-burgers are super tasty."
"No, it's heresy."
>>399216
^^
What he meant with greens are greentext stories about filly. Obviously, there was no way for you to know that but now you know. c:
>Be filly.
>Right now, you're holding onto the door-frame with all your strength that your tiny filly body can provide.
>Your hooves dig into the cornflower blue wallpaper.
>Purple's purple magic aura surrounds you and pulls you towards her.
>"Anon, you shouldn't- Argh!" Twilight says between grunts. "Judge a book by it's cover."
"Nein, Bookhorse! I'm red-blooded American, not some faggy vegan," you say in your high-pitched girl voice.
>"Not anymore, you aren't. Now you are a cute little filly." Twilight strained her neck as she pulled with her telekinesis. "Just give it a try. I promise that hay-burgers are super tasty."
"No, it's heresy."
>>399216
^^
What he meant with greens are greentext stories about filly. Obviously, there was no way for you to know that but now you know. c:
Beefilly overdosed with pollen.
Try and stop us!
>Be me and me and me
>It's another great day in horsmountown.
>Sure being temporarily mentally crippled sucks
>but the body mass of a land whale is enough that three heavy fillies could be split from the magically tumorous flesh, could quadruple potential intelligence or more.
>Thanks sunhores.
>"Filly! Oh thank goodness you're here where's Twilight?"
>Oh hey I think I know this.
"She's trying to beat up sun butt's sister's evil fursona to restore her precious ass."
>Moondancer the nerdy pony who actually recently bathed with thag popular fancy soap for rich ponies, sighs.
"Hey you look like you're dressed up for something? Were you going to try to get through Twilight's romance blind book thickend skull?"
>She sits down then starts scribbling calendars and book listings.
"Well I'm not supposed to be here outside of two hoofs lengths away from Caprysun so I really..."
>Oh no she's crying.
>What do? Oh!
>For fucks sakes what are you doing fag, are you trying to- oh sad pone.
>Code red! Captain and Smoochy are nearing your position.
>Hugging the slightly dumber bookhors, some small part understands you've curb stomped something too complex to fix.
>As the subtle floral fragrance mixed with aged parchment orders your swirling thoughts you have.
>Maybe the world didn't need fixing, but friendshiping each other and that makes up our world.
>Pottery, still broke.
>I'm still teal you dick.
>I said broke not blue!
>REEEEEEEE!
>It's another great day in horsmountown.
>Sure being temporarily mentally crippled sucks
>but the body mass of a land whale is enough that three heavy fillies could be split from the magically tumorous flesh, could quadruple potential intelligence or more.
>Thanks sunhores.
>"Filly! Oh thank goodness you're here where's Twilight?"
>Oh hey I think I know this.
"She's trying to beat up sun butt's sister's evil fursona to restore her precious ass."
>Moondancer the nerdy pony who actually recently bathed with thag popular fancy soap for rich ponies, sighs.
"Hey you look like you're dressed up for something? Were you going to try to get through Twilight's romance blind book thickend skull?"
>She sits down then starts scribbling calendars and book listings.
"Well I'm not supposed to be here outside of two hoofs lengths away from Caprysun so I really..."
>Oh no she's crying.
>What do? Oh!
>For fucks sakes what are you doing fag, are you trying to- oh sad pone.
>Code red! Captain and Smoochy are nearing your position.
>Hugging the slightly dumber bookhors, some small part understands you've curb stomped something too complex to fix.
>As the subtle floral fragrance mixed with aged parchment orders your swirling thoughts you have.
>Maybe the world didn't need fixing, but friendshiping each other and that makes up our world.
>Pottery, still broke.
>I'm still teal you dick.
>I said broke not blue!
>REEEEEEEE!
>be anon the federation intergalactic lightspeed lightweight yukon-ship
>freshly grown from a vat with the mind copy of yourself a shitposter from the dumb-ages
>a by the books government junk ship who's only concern is going very very fast to deliver a message one way exactly one time and then dissolve into a toxic problem for the recipient.
>You did the programmed steps to someplace called Equine-strallia to let them know the federation of retards is very disappointed they have conventional arms and should fight like real feddies by calling the space police and cower in a corner.
>The queen of the horse people some sunstar-light related pun decided to hear out your last request once freed from the organic magic programming instructions.
>She decided that you shouldn't implode; as the cost to the planet wouldn't survive and neither would you.
>So you're in the care of her chief organic engineer Butt Shy.
>Her badonker according to the primitive internet is the stuff of legends for the horse peoples, unofficially an eleven out of ten, but officially a nine out of ten.
>Ten out of tens are the rulers.
>It's a shame then she is a recovering from horse-ass-phobia or something and can only stand familiar horse butts and other beings.
>Her minder, a class ten chaos bender, is helping her from fossilizing into a retard cafeteria dispensing professional.
>Her eyes of anti-retardation comes at a cost of being near retards in order to work.
>"Umm well that's nice Filly Anon, but I don't think that's accurate. So maybe apologize?"
>Discord chimes in.
>"Bandana, Banana makes sense to me. Is- is that a kazoo made of peanut brittle using soy by products?"
>The specifications detail it's to bully reality into submission and be bullied to the next sector, you also have an oven door and just an oven door to assist.
>"Oh no you poor filly your hinges are broken, and your kazoo is floppy."
>This is your life as the two peoples of horse-strallia poke and prod to ensure you don't explode into a pile of soylent and concentrated autism.
>Which would raise the ambient tism-spectrum to levels the Federation would have to involve themselves and suppress the new source of tism-ladden peoples from out competing them.
>"Oh, um that doesn't sound very nice."
>I think somewhere in here is a document for their standard operating instructions.
>All of them should be in the sandwich looking floor panels.
>freshly grown from a vat with the mind copy of yourself a shitposter from the dumb-ages
>a by the books government junk ship who's only concern is going very very fast to deliver a message one way exactly one time and then dissolve into a toxic problem for the recipient.
>You did the programmed steps to someplace called Equine-strallia to let them know the federation of retards is very disappointed they have conventional arms and should fight like real feddies by calling the space police and cower in a corner.
>The queen of the horse people some sunstar-light related pun decided to hear out your last request once freed from the organic magic programming instructions.
>She decided that you shouldn't implode; as the cost to the planet wouldn't survive and neither would you.
>So you're in the care of her chief organic engineer Butt Shy.
>Her badonker according to the primitive internet is the stuff of legends for the horse peoples, unofficially an eleven out of ten, but officially a nine out of ten.
>Ten out of tens are the rulers.
>It's a shame then she is a recovering from horse-ass-phobia or something and can only stand familiar horse butts and other beings.
>Her minder, a class ten chaos bender, is helping her from fossilizing into a retard cafeteria dispensing professional.
>Her eyes of anti-retardation comes at a cost of being near retards in order to work.
>"Umm well that's nice Filly Anon, but I don't think that's accurate. So maybe apologize?"
>Discord chimes in.
>"Bandana, Banana makes sense to me. Is- is that a kazoo made of peanut brittle using soy by products?"
>The specifications detail it's to bully reality into submission and be bullied to the next sector, you also have an oven door and just an oven door to assist.
>"Oh no you poor filly your hinges are broken, and your kazoo is floppy."
>This is your life as the two peoples of horse-strallia poke and prod to ensure you don't explode into a pile of soylent and concentrated autism.
>Which would raise the ambient tism-spectrum to levels the Federation would have to involve themselves and suppress the new source of tism-ladden peoples from out competing them.
>"Oh, um that doesn't sound very nice."
>I think somewhere in here is a document for their standard operating instructions.
>All of them should be in the sandwich looking floor panels.
Anonymous
No.401215
>Be
>Me
>Anonymous filly
>Out in the wild wild plantion.
"We can do this the hard way or the easy way zigger."
>"Yes massah, make me a newspapah, mmhmm."
>The old time wisdom rings true.
>They demand to be broken, just make 'em simps.
"Bad ziggers don't get broken."
>"Yes'm massah. We's be's a ziggers."
"Then it's time to cook."
>Ponies wouldn't guess that the rising empire built by the hard work of zebras and otherworldly knowledge could be possible.
"We're making xanthium gum, and combining it with our instant bake boxes. After that boxed mac and cheese!"
>Cornering one small part of the food market.
>Me
>Anonymous filly
>Out in the wild wild plantion.
"We can do this the hard way or the easy way zigger."
>"Yes massah, make me a newspapah, mmhmm."
>The old time wisdom rings true.
>They demand to be broken, just make 'em simps.
"Bad ziggers don't get broken."
>"Yes'm massah. We's be's a ziggers."
"Then it's time to cook."
>Ponies wouldn't guess that the rising empire built by the hard work of zebras and otherworldly knowledge could be possible.
"We're making xanthium gum, and combining it with our instant bake boxes. After that boxed mac and cheese!"
>Cornering one small part of the food market.
Anonymous
No.401238
Good fillies need diapers
>Be me, Filly Anon.
>Getting to Equestria
>'Accidentally' turned into a filly
>but now learn the fate of Equestria hangs in the balance of a deal between the Alicorn princesses and Hasjew.
>More accurately the nearing of the end of this generation contract deal.
>The worst part is you arn't free from the Jewery.
>Nor the retards.
>Nor the boot felators.
>The princesses manually move the sun and stars to keep down the cost of being outside of Toon Town.
"Why don't we just turn off the recording booths and cut contact with Earth?"
>"Then there's no utilities Anonymous."
"What utilities? What is so important that we need it?"
>Princess Celestia takes point for this answer.
>"Magic and the power of friendship. Without the magic of enjoying something eventually the natural toon forces will pull us back to Toon Town loosing our land and way of life left in the ghettos. Without showing the power of friendship all that we know and love fades to dull cameos and sports drink advertising. I refuse to work under Sunny Drought-Destroyer again Anon, I can't bring our little ponies to have to play the hollyweird games."
>A letter re-forms from smoke.
>"Princesses urgent news, Twilight Sparkle is a wanted mare under economic terrorism, and fraud for introducing bits as payment on the streaming site Twitch. Further charges for prostitution are under review. Forcing her fellow toon to be a messaging service. Above them all kidnapping and the toon-ification of a human and sexual misconduct en-mass. Failure to give her over means they'll threaten to dipp us all!"
"Oh fff-buck off, that's bullsh-load of apples!"
>well
>You did show up in a bright purple flash.
>and did get turned into a cartoon pony
>and became marketable plushies
>and you did see her doing some sort of magic thing to bits
>and Discord being video taped with his sword
>and left a manifesto...
>However all that's bullshit and glow niggerisms she can't go more than a page without doing some sort of dorky reference encoded in her letters.
>"Aunties I'm afraid our hooves are tied as the government of Equestria us and our citizens can't do anything."
>A grave moment of silence passes, as if by grace they look at each other.
>then towards me, Anonymous, refuser to pay cartoon horse taxes and technical illegal alien.
>"O-ohhh nooo if only there was a brave a strapping bystander who could figure this all out."
>"Someone that could navigate a foreign landscape."
>"Someone with the guts to stand for the truth."
>Luna digs around in her mane before dropping a big key.
>"Oh how clumsy of me, it'd be a real shame if some unrelated bystander got the key to the vault of objects of extreme power to help them on this quest."
>They all catch on and soon enough secrets of the castles is laid bare in preparation for a etchnically not warcrime yet.
>this site lately.
Anonymous
No.401860
>>401859
>derpa
wait did someone just say DARPA? I'm onto you you fguckng glowniggers.
Oh wait I said it, never mind. All good.
>derpa
wait did someone just say DARPA? I'm onto you you fguckng glowniggers.
Oh wait I said it, never mind. All good.
Anonymous
No.401882
Filly doing filly things.
Anonymous
No.402135
Hellooooooo.
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