"Are you fucking serious, Grubber?"
>"'Fraid so, Anon," came the disappointed sigh of the hedgehog in question.
"All right, which one of those assholes did it?"
>"You already know which one."
"Oh, for the love of God."
>"Really wish I had a joke ready for this, but nope, he's just on a roll this week."
>You let loose a mighty groan, punctuated by your palm meeting your face.
"All right, all right, fine. Guess I'll have to practice somewhere else, then."
>"Well, only other spot's on the other end of the fort. Good luck convincing the boss to let anyone in, though."
"Just my day, huh?"
>Of course the Storm King had to reserve that half of the fort, right on the same day that fucking Wedge went and…
>Jesus Christ, who let Wedge through boot camp, anyways?
>Well, it's a mistake you don't intend on having repeated, at any rate.
>Up comes the handy Notepad of Command©.
"Yeah, 'uh-oh' is about right."
>A little bit of scrawling later, and the page is torn out and handed to Grubber.
"Get that to the personnel manager, will you, bud?"
>"You got it. If I find Wedge, what should I tell him?"
"Tell him that if he wants to keep cosplaying as Chaos, then lieutenant Anon is more than happy to cosplay as Talon, right back at him."
>"Uh… you know that he won't know what you mean, right?"
"Better question: does he really want to find out?"
>Should skeeze him out real nice, even without the whole 'devouring human worshippers' thing.
>"Uhh, yeah, I'll just be, uh… moving right along."
>A quick little salute, and he zips off.
>Man, never figured a guy like him would fit in around here.
>But then again, they took your ass in without any trouble, either.
>The big, bad Storm King found you, fixed you up, and got you into his army, after that little falling-from-the-sky fiasco.
>The armour looking spiff as all hell may have helped things, too.
>Now look at you: the only other lieutenant in his whole army.
>Life is good.
>Or at least it would be, if you had a goddamn training room to use.
>Wait, wasn't there one, up in the officer's spire?
>You wouldn't know, you spend all your training time with the grunts.
>Ah, whatever, might as well take a look-see.
>Not like you've got anything better to do.
>A few minutes of trekking through the main barracks tower, and you eventually make your way across the suspended catwalk leading to the officer's spire.
>Man, the Storm King loves his towers.
>It's like a goddamn maze of bridges and catwalks, between them.
>Extra wide for those big-ass storm creatures, of course.
>Once you're at the much cushier officer's spire, you start combing the place for any training rooms, because asking guards for directions is for bitches.
>A few minutes in, and you find the telltale double-door of a training gymnasium.
>Geez, no wonder you never found this before, it's all the way up here!
>Oh whatever, let's just get to it.
>You open the doors, and…
>For a smaller spread, it sure has better kit!
>Shit, is that an actual bathroom, tucked away behind a door there?
>Man, this is cool!
>Temporarily cool, Anon.
>You're not about to leave those grunts without some goddamn direction, now are you?
>Of course not.
>You head over to the right side, drop your bag, and start taking off the armour plates.
>You just finish pulling the last piece off, when you hear the door open.
>The shirt unbuttoning proceeds, while you whirl your head around to get a look at your intruder.
>Said intruder doesn't look pleased to see you.
"Ahh, so this is where you hide out, Tempest?"
>She throws her own bag off to the other side of the room, but still levels that glare of hers at you.
>"What do you think you're doing here?"
"Gotta stay in shape somehow."
>"Wh-- No, I mean, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, here here? Gym's closed off for today. Probably for a few days after, too."
>"Care to explain what happened to cause that?"
>Heh, seeing her cringe is a rare sight.
>"Look, isn't there somewhere else you can go for this?"
"Unless you can get Mr. Storm King to evict the second barracks, that's a no."
>"Damn it. Fine."
"What's the deal, Tempest?" comes your eyebrow-perked inquiry.
>"I train alone."
>Your dress shirt comes off, and you start folding it up.
"Well, where's the fun in that?"
>"I'm not in the mood for this, Anon. If you're staying here, don't get in my way."
>Geez, she's more pissy than usual, today.
>What's her problem?
>Even with that stick in her ass, she usually tolerates you just fine.
>In a few moments, your pants and shoes are off next, folded and stacked neatly to the side.
>Then your bag opens up, revealing the much looser exercise clothes.
>Classic gym shorts, trainers, and shirt.
>Even had your damn bars on them.
>Tempest's bemused snort can be heard off to the side, as you pull them on.
"There a problem?"
>"You and your layers. What's the point?"
"Look who's talking."
>"At least I have a reason for it."
"Let's hear it, then."
>You start stretching out, waiting for her reply.
>Except it doesn't come.
>"It's none of your business."
>Now it's your turn to snort.
"Whatever you say, O mysterious one."
>Your glance to the side nets you the sight of an unarmoured Tempest, down to her jumpsuit, glaring in your general direction.
>Of course, when she notices you looking, she turns away.
>Equal parts amusing and adorable.
>Ponies tend to be like that.
"You know," you start, finishing off the last few stretches.
"I've gotta ask. How'd you wind up serving with the big, bad Storm King to begin with?">"None of your business.">You bring the magic training dummy over, still 'docked' in it's little control panel thing on wheels.>Definitely the coolest part of this place's training regimens.
"All right, so what's the deal with--">"I'm done talking.">You set the dummy to a lower difficulty setting, to start out with.
"Oh, I get it! Performance anxiety, right?">The dummy animates, dropping into a fighting pose.>And so do you.>"Wh-what?" comes her flustered response.>Heh, you're such a shitweasel.>The dummy throws some punches, but it's as sloppy as you'd expect.>It's pretty easy to whittle down it's nice, prominently displayed health bar with your totally not aped from Metal Gear fighting moves.>Once you're done, and the dummy starts returning to it's dock, you look over to Tempest, in the middle of rather angrily beating the shit out of her own dummy.>Definitely more acrobatic and flexible than ponies normally are, that's for sure.>Though her Neo wire-fu fighting style might not be the most defensible thing around…>"You want to say that again?" came her low, very angry response, complete with glare levelled your way.>You ratchet up the dummy difficulty and turn it on while she speaks.
"You know, that evil badass routine might work on ponies…">Duck under the swing…
"But I've gotta tell you…">Sweep the legs, bring it down.
"That shit doesn't really work…">Drop your knee on it's arm, pull the other one back, choke it out with the free arm.
"On me.">And it's down.>Looking over, she hasn't moved from her spot, an angry snort now going with her glare and scowl.>"Think you're funny, do you?"
"I do try my best.">"Well, you're about to look the part, too, laughing without any teeth.">She gets ready to charge, in a very horse-like manner.
"Live practice, eh?" comes your retort, filtered through your mighty shit-eating grin.
"I like the way you think.">No response from her, outside of just launching straight at you.>She opens up with a flying roundhouse kick, pretty easy to duck under.>Her rebound into a donkey kick after hitting the ground, not so much.>That one caught you, but she got too greedy, and tried to follow up with a drop kick.>Easy to sidestep, and let you grab hold of her forelegs.>Any response she had was cut off by you swinging her around in a circle a few times, ending with you flinging her at the dummy.>Good thing they're padded, otherwise that would've left a mark.
"Not bad," you follow up, "But you're leaving yourself way too open.">She darts back towards you, angrier than before.>Already, you notice her opening kick is more guarded than usual.>Unfortunately for you, she catches you with an outstretched hoof as you sidestep it.>Solid hit.>She whirls around and sweeps the legs, but you jump over it, roll out upon landing, and sweep right back, sending her crashing down.>Before any retort can come, she launches herself up towards you, forelegs outstretched.>Her reach is just a bit too wide to sidestep, and she brings you down to the ground.>She tries punching you with either hoof, and both times you stop them with your hands, grabbing hold of her hooves and pushing back against her.>She does much the same thing, effectively locking you two into a bit of a stalemate.>Now, you could easily roll under this, but…>"Give up.">You can't just let that slide, now can you?
"But I'm having so much fun!">"Then I'll keep beating you down, until I get your complete and total surrender!"
"Ooh, 'complete and total surrender'? How long did you work on that one?">She redoubles her push against you, forcing you to redouble your own resistance.
"You know, you
could just surrender, instead.">"Not happening."
"Works for me. Means I get to use one of my special techniques.">"You don't have any special techni--">Your head darts forward, and your lips connect.>"Mmph?!">Her eyes go wide, she freezes up, and she stops pushing for a split second.>All the time you need.>Your hands move to her fetlocks, and you roll her onto her back, spreading her forelegs apart and pinning them to the ground with your new grip.>All while never breaking lip contact.>Now that she's immobilized, you break said contact with a light smack.
"I call that one the 007.">"Th-that wasn't fair!" she shouts, surprise replacing the anger, and a bright blush covering her face.
"Tempest, I work the Klugetown patrols. Ain't no such thing as fair.">All she manages are a few splutters, before lightly struggling against your hold.>If she's trying to distract you with cuteness, it's working.>You let go of her and stand out of her way, and she stumbles back to her hooves.>"I… I need to get back to training.">Still red-faced, she rushes back to her side of the gym, fumbling with the dummy controls.>D'aww.>You briefly wonder how far you could really push her, but quickly decide against it.>Wouldn't want to push your luck too too far, after all.
>>138635>The next little while goes by, with the two of you beating the shit out of ever-more difficult training dummies.>You manage pretty well, but you see Tempest off to the side is struggling more than you'd expect.>In fact, she steals a few glances towards you, her still-present blush brightening whenever she does.>Ah, it's probably nothing.>Probably.>Maybe.>Uh…>You're gonna regret pulling that move on her, aren't you?>Fuck.>Oh, whatever, that's tommorow Anon's problem.>You finish off the hardest-setting dummy with a good lariat, and with quite a sweat worked up, to boot.
"Whoo! Hey, Tempest, the bathroom here have a shower?">"Y-yeah."
"Sweet," you say, picking your bag up and carrying it to the bathroom.>Entering it reveals that yes, indeed, it is sparkling clean.>You'll have to tip the cleaners, sometime.>You peel off your very damp ensemble, and step into the nice, large shower.>Plenty of space for a group of people.>Good thing there's two of these big showers, so at least Tempest doesn't have to share.>Anyways, you close the curtains and get the water running, and then grab the-->The curtains opening up again draws your eyes away from the soap.>You know, you expect all kinds of shit, where showers are concerned.>Seeing Tempest enter yours wasn't on that list.>Her eyes lock on yours for a moment, but she quickly looks back down, that blush from before coming back full force.>She closes the curtain behind her, and starts reaching for the soap, before you turn back away, intending to reach for your own bar.>Man, never seen her outta that suit before.>The thing never left much to the imagination anyway, but man, as ponies go, she's pretty damn-->Ahahah, how about you stop that line of thought now, Anon?>Shit, uh, focus on something else!>Uhh…>Cutie mark, right!>Can't say you expected it to be a-->"Hey.">Her voice was much closer than you expected, and turning around reveals her to be barely a foot away from you.
"Uhh… what's shakin'?">"L-listen, I," she stammers out, the blush getting deeper as she goes, "H-how did-- N-no, uh, I-I mean, where did you c-come up with th-that, uh… t-technique?">Ah, shit, guess it's not tomorrow Anon's problem.
"It was… inspired. By home. Hey, you all right?">Her ears pin back.>"Inspired? R-really? W-well, I just, ah… I-I'm just wondering i-if you had any… any other…"
"Tempest?">Wait a second.>Is she trying to ask what you think she's-->"Agh, h-how am I supposed to ask this, without it sounding dumb and corny?!">No fucking way.>Okay, Anon, play it cool…
"You could just, uh… show me what you mean.">Or you could fuck up completely, that works too--
"Whoa!">Next thing you know, Tempest's reared up and pinned you against the wall, staring you in the eye with a mix of emotions you can't really identify.>"You mean, a-act on impulse, j-just doing whatever you w-want?"
"Well, I-- mmph?!">Talking got a lot harder when she leaned in and kissed you.>Wait.>She just…?>Holy jumping Jesus, she actually--?!>She pulls away with a light smack.>"D-damn it… Look at what you've made me do…!">Never thought you'd see a nervous smile on her face.>Then again, never thought she'd start sucking face with you, either.>Speaking of which, she went right back to doing just that, more boldly than before.>You know, Anon, you're a dumbshit.>There was a point where you needed to just up and stop, and you've quite clearly screamed right past that point.>But hey, since you're fucked either way…>The second she breaks contact, you speak up.
"You know, that's wasn't even the best 'technique' I know…">Let's keep going, and see what happens!>"Y-yeah? Then wh-what is?">Your hands travel to her back, gently pulling her in closer.
"You gotta ease into it, you know? Technique's part of a big ol' series, can't do 'em out of order.">"Th-that's the worst line I've ever heard," she says with a barely restrained, still nervous giggle.>It turns to a gasp, with a full blush returning to her face, when she feels Anon Jr. poke against her belly.>You can't help but groan a little at the contact.>Christ, she's soft…
"Heheh, whoops," comes your totally not kinda nervous response.>"B-b-but, y-you said--"
"I did, and I will. That was just… a little accident.">Well, that wasn't the most reassuring sentence around, but she seems to buy it.>"D-doesn't feel all that little…">Or she could get a good throb out of you, that works, too!
"S-so, you really want me to show you those techniques, huh?">"W-would it help, if I said 'please'?"
"Very.">With some newfound determination, she presses herself up against you, sandwiching your member between your bodies, and then leaning up to speak into your ear:>"Show me every technique you know. Please.">That last 'please', drawn out like that…>Fucking hell…!>Come on, Anon, get the situation back under control!
"E-every one, huh?">"Every one."
"A-all right," you say, pushing her back a little bit to give your dick a little breathing room.
"Let's start with an upgrade to that first move.">You both lean in to kiss each other at the same time, a hand snaking behind her head as you start in earnest.
>>138637>You wait for a good second or two of lip-locking to happen, before you start moving your tongue in for the kill.>She jumps a little at the sudden intrusion, but gets the idea pretty quickly, reaching out with her own pretty soon after.>Before long, the two of you are performing full-on tongue wrestling, complete with the occasional moan from both parties.>You don't know if she's even aware, but she's started pressing her belly against Anon Jr. again.>It helped allay the disappointment, when you both had to stop making out for air.>That blush of hers is still in full force, but she looks a hell of a lot more confident, on top of looking satisfied.>"Th-that's one hell of a technique, Anon," she breathes, eyes lidding. "How dangerous do they get?"
"Whew… whatever happened to not wanting to sound corny?">"Stopped caring about a minute ago."
"Well, in that case…">Her eyes bulge a little when she feels your hand move to her rear end, eclipsing most of her cutie mark.
"I'll show you just how dangerous it gets.">"L-looking forward to it," she replies with a small bite to her lip.>Aw, she's warming up to this.>Seeing her stammering and nervous was cute, but confidence suits her much better.>But let's get down to business.>Standing's gonna make this more awkward, so you lower yourself down to a sitting position, with Tempest hovering over you, hooves planted against your shoulders.>Once you're settled, your other hand makes it's way to her rump, and both of them start kneading.>She groans her approval, while you work your magic.>"Aah…">Man, she's tense.>If you weren't about to nail her like Jesus to the cross, you'd almost consider giving her a full rub-down.>Oh well, her flank's gonna have to do.>You keep doing this for a little bit, alternating between squeezing, rubbing, and--
"Whoa…!">Tempest picks that moment to lay on top of you, pinning your dick underneath her belly, and looking down at you with a hungry smile.>"Why don't I show you a 'technique' of my own?">You have to choke back a moan, when she starts grinding her belly against you.
"Fffuck…">"You like that, huh?" she chuckles.>Your response is to squeeze her rear harder, getting a moan out of her.>"Th-that a yes?"
"Try a-- fuck! H-hell, yes.">Her smile widens, and she continues to do her thing, her motions soon going low enough for Anon Jr. to get sandwiched between her teats.>The constant spray of water from up above, contrary to what you thought would happen, was giving her coat a little extra drag against your skin.>The growing amount of pre covering the area only helped a little.>It was then, that you heard something hit the floor with a dull thunk.>Turning your head revealed it to be a bar of soap.>Well, now, isn't that lucky?>Pulling one hand away from it's sacred task, you scoop up the soap bar, much to Tempest's confusion.>Confusion that soon morphed to realization, when you started lathering up her undercarriage a bit.>Her hoof stopped your motions, however, prompting you to look up at her smiling, ever-needier face.>"Let me.">Didn't have to tell you, twice.>A quick rinse in the water, and your hand went back to work on her flank.>Tempest took the soap, getting the point of contact lathered up very nicely.>Soon, there was very little friction between Anon Jr and Tempest's coat.>Sadly, it also obscured the view of her teats, but oh well.>She continues doing this for a little bit longer, before she starts picking up the pace.
"Aah…!">Christ, that's a little too fast…!
"H-hey, ease up a bit.">"Hmm?">She does slow down, but her smile gets bigger and more wolfish.>"Don't tell me you're almost done? What happened to showing me all of those techniques?">Before you can respond, she slides her hooves down your body, sitting at more of an upright angle.>You feel something considerably warmer against your little trooper, once she reaches the top of her new position.>As she gives you a deep, erotic chuckle, getting another throb and groan out of you, the water washes away enough of the soap to…>Oh.>It's exactly what you thought.>She's upgraded to using her God-given lady parts for the bump n' grind.>She winks against your member, getting grunts from the two of you.>And then, she starts moving again.>The much slicker, much hotter surface makes the experience way more pleasurable, and it gets more than a few extra moans from her, too.>As awesome as this is, you won't be outdone just yet.
"Guh…! S-so, that's how you-- fuck! Wanna play it, huh?">A smidge of confusion works it's way into her expression, but it soon melts away when she feels a fingertip press against her tail dock.>"Aah!">Oh, hello there.>That sounded like it was a sensitive spot.>A wolfish smile of your own develops, and your right hand ceases squeezing her rump, working instead on her dock.>Your finger rubs gently up and down the soft nub, and you take care to sync it's movements with her own grinding.>Judging from her deeper, breathier moans, you'd call your counterattack a rip-roarin' success.>But not content with resting on your laurels, your other hand comes off her rear, brushing along her skin and coming around, until it meets her teats.>"Haaah! O-oh, my g--!">She melts under the two-pronged assault, with you working up to two fingers almost digging into her dock, along with giving her teats a good squeeze.>Somewhere along the line, she picks up her pace, grinding faster and harder against you.>"Aah! A-Anon, I…">W-wait, is she trying to make you finish, first?>Oh no, not today!>You redouble your ministrations on her sensitive areas, getting rewarded with louder moans, and what you swear was a small squeal.>F-fuck, she's getting faster!>"Anon, I-I can't, I'm--">T-too close!
>>138638>"G-gonna-- Aaaah!">She freezes, a long yell escaping her, her legs clamping around your hips as best as they could.>It was tough to tell at first, with the shower still going, but she was definitely squirting a good deal against you.>Just as important as the pony you just pushed over the edge, however, was that you somehow managed to narrowly avoid going over the edge, yourself.>By the time Tempest ran out of breath, and collapsed against you, sweating and panting, you'd 'recovered' a fair bit.>"Haah… A-Anon?"
"Yeah?">"Y-you're not finished yet, a-are you?"
"Against all odds.">You don't know if she meant to grind her belly against Anon Jr some more, but if she did, the bedroom eyes she was giving you right now were seriously completing the experience.>She leans in to kiss you again, and you meet her in the middle.>When she breaks it, she leans back in towards your ear.>"Damn. I was s-sure that would work…"
"If it's any consolation, it almost did.">"Well, in that case…">She plants a kiss on your ear, following it up with a lick.>"You still want to show me those techniques of yours?" she breathes into your ear, as husky and needy as she can say it.>Y-yeah, that definitely worked in her favour…!
"Y-you learned pretty fast," you start, caressing her back with a free hand.
"I think you can handle the… last technique in the series.">She hummed her approval next to your ear, before pulling back to kiss you again, this time slipping her tongue into the mix.>You gladly reciprocate.>She pulls back after a moment, shakily getting to her hooves, and stepping off of you.>At first you were confused, until she leaned her front half against the wall, almost like she was bracing herself.>Her mane, long since swept back by the water, cascaded down her withers, as she looked back with the strongest 'come hither' look to date.>And finally, her tail flicked side to side, offering teasing glances at her marehood.>All right.>You got the message.>She wants you to show her some technique?>She's gonna fucking get some technique.>Several inches of it.>You make your way over to her, her smile getting bigger as you go.>A gasp punctuates your hands clasping around her rear, her smile widening for your trouble.>One hand comes up and grabs the base of her tail, pulling it up with a small moan.>And there it is.>A thumb traces the outer walls of her opening, while the other rubs her dock-->"No.">Huh?>You stop, looking at Tempest's now very needy expression.>"N-no more foreplay. I need you inside me, right now…!">Well, if she insists…>One hand grips her thigh, and the other takes hold of your dick, guiding it into it's target.>She tenses a little, failing to stifle some moans as you begin to penetrate her at a brisk pace.>Sweet mother of God, there's barely any resistance, she's so damn wet.>A small, adorable squeak escapes her as you bottom out, the tip poking at something deep within her.>Three guesses as to what that something is.>She doesn't waste any time, grinding against you mere seconds after hilting inside of her, and looking back at you with pure hunger.>"Rut me.">Your other hand clasps around her other thigh, preparing to do just that.>"I don't care how hard you do it, just rut me! Rut me until I can't walk right!"
"Your wish is my command.">She cries out as you start thrusting into her, making up for your slower start with a good deal of force.>Wet, heavy slaps ring out with every time you hilt inside her.>She presses her hooves against the wall, bracing herself against your onslaught.>"Aah! Y-yes-- Aah! H-harder!">You don't think you can do harder without blowing too quickly.>But what you can do, is pick her up.>Standing fully upright, you press her against the shower wall, continuing to bury yourself in her, as if trying to nail her to the wall.>Her cries, moans, and occasional squeals say more about her approval than words ever could.>"Aah, aah, more!">But the words certainly help.>And more is what you give her, pounding away at her for a good minute or two.>It doesn't take long, however, for your finish to come.
"Guh… G-getting close…">"Haah! I-inside!">Works for you!>She's half a year outta season, anyways!>Your thrusts become heavier and jerkier, much to Tempest's delight.>Gah…!>Th-that's it, you're gonna--!>You thrust into her one final time, burying yourself as deep as you'll go.>Parts of your vision start to go white as you throb inside her, and you seriously think you heard the first jet or two shoot out.>On Tempest's part, she cries out with every spurt fired into her, starting loud, and tapering off with the remaining, weaker spurts.>All she could really do was squirm in your grasp, and press herself against you as much as she possibly could.
"Guh…!">"Aaaaaaah! Haaah! Ha-- Aaah!">As the high of your release tapers off, so too does your strength, and you collapse to the floor, with Tempest coming along for the ride, Anon Jr still buried inside her.>Both of you spend a few moments, panting like animals, the spray of the shower adding to the post-coital bliss.>Until you heard her shut the water off.>"A-Anon?">You look down towards her, rivulets of white leaking down your still-buried member as she brings her head up, wearing the picturesque face of satisfaction.>"H-how long do you think your gym's gonna be closed for?">You smile back.
"Probably a few days. More, if I'm not there to manage it…">"Well," she begins with lidded eyes and a husky tone, "It would be a real shame, if you weren't there to manage it, huh?">The wink thrown your way completes her delivery.>In response, you slowly sit up, soft giggles leaving her freely as you start rubbing her belly.
"Yeah," you respond, kissing her neck for good measure.
"Real shame, indeed…"
This makes my penis become the big penis
I hope you pentaniggers know that I sat on this one for like a week, waiting for you to give your "front page at all time" porn thread a new lease on life.
Oh well, at least it got that extra little proofread in the end.
If you care about Pastebin copies, you can have it here: https://pastebin.com/aqXdy3JX
Oh, and have last thread's Starlight green, if you haven't caught it, either: https://pastebin.com/dVJCbqXS
I'm feeling pretty generous today, so I think I'll stay open to some requests, while I'm at it. Just don't expect Tyrone levels of instantaneous responses, ya feel me?
>OP image is SFW (like >>138447 said)
Horsepussy is supposed to be shill deterrent, don't underplay it.
Then keep the thread on the front page.
I'm still pissed about that episode, and porn can't soothe it. Every time I think the Jews can't ruin it any more, they do.
WHO THE FUCK CONSIDERS "TRENDY" A PERSONALITY?!
I'm just disappointed that no one made selfcest porn of the three personalities.
It was pretty bad…
Would >rape all three of those cuntshys though.>>139676
Give it a few weeks.
It's a feminine penis…a really big feminine penis.
If you dudes are like actually not interested in mating a real horse why isn't the artwork anthro?
Because what's the fun in anthro?
Anthro is furry shit. Is this a furry board? Fuck no.
Anthro gets the gas.
Human or pony.
are you saying that there is nothing arousing about anthro, is it not the case then that women are not arousing to you?>>141922
And may it stay that way!>>141925>Indecisive bullshit.
Indeed. So let me get this straight; you are escapists in the fact that you do like ponies but don't want to mate a actual horse?
BTW some of the drawings aren't anatomical correct to the nether region on an horse that is real.
cartoon ponies are sentient anon, a real horse can't really love you. Anthros are an abomination of the physical form.
So are real horse; look up the definition of sentient.>a real horse can't really love you.
What information made you come to that conclusion?
Wait, why not?
Sentient != Sapient
Fictional poners are human creations with human characteristics, engineered specifically to be appealing to us.
Now quit your zoophilia promotion, stop with the semantic nonsense, and enjoy the horsepoon.
Not empirical dude!>stop with the semantic nonsense,
An oxymoron? in order to communicate effectively we must agree upon a standard of grammar and word definitions. Anyone who states otherwise is unreasonable.>Now quit your zoophilia promotion,
But like you guys are zoophiles; whatevs that it's a cartoon that does change the fact that it's not human. I'm like promoting logic. Cartoon ponies are not human, yes they are anthropomorphic though that doesn't mean they're human. check it >>141925
, it comes from your own bud. You can justify it all you want, but it's still zoophilia.
Excuse. It's Chysalis she a shapeshifter, so it's not anthro for reals. Ya get the point.
Now I dig it. Gotta keep in mind that most dudes like don't even logical.
>>142124>in order to communicate effectively we must agree upon a standard of grammar>I'm like promoting logic>dudes like don't even logical.
So if a butt is of human design and I jerk off to it, does that make me a zoophile.
Or is it you who is a zoophile and want us to accept zoophilic posts here by saying that it is just the same as what we posts.
I also like the fact that you use the the word "you" instead of "we".
NIGGERY NIGGERY NOO, HORSE PUSSY IS FOR YOU
And you are quoting me just to quote me?
Am I getting baited or are you implying that I'm baiting you?
>So if a butt is of human design and I jerk off to it, does that make me a zoophile.[?]
I'm not sure I dig whatcha done said. If someone like (you) "adore" anthro Then they are inclined to humans, though if someone "Jerk offs" to ponies then I'd say they're zoophilic because of the porn they sought out.
>Or is it you who is a zoophile and want us to accept zoophilic posts here by saying that it is just the same as what we posts.
Well I'm here so to me it's like whatever man, I like, spectate the show for the plot, am I right?
u>I also like the fact that you use the the word "you" instead of "we".
Guess you're right, since I'm OK with the porn then that make me a zoophile too.
Anyhow I was interested in learning why someone would like, favor cartoon pony porn, yet be not OK with mating a real pony or horse. The morphology is quit the same. Explain this contradiction peps of /mlpol/?
Qne more thing, if the morphology is not similar; if it very much like corresponds to the human morphology it is not zoophilic.
Oh what a relief my dude wants me to be a zoophile.
Like Make up your minds!
Reddit spacing IS formating. :^)
Honestly the whole "reddit spacing" doesn't really both me except for the fact that it's designed to take up space.
It does make it easier to read, but it also seems like a big "LOOK AT MY POST, I'M AN ATTENTION WHORE" given that most people don't use it.
Also the post he was responding to was dangerously close to reddit spacing, as well.
Not cool. That's kinda scummy bub. You don't see me whining about your ambiguous halfassed post.>Just gave me another reason to post anthro.>>142409
I appreciate your rational.>>142372>Anyhow I was interested in learning why someone would like, favor cartoon pony porn, yet be not OK with mating a real pony or horse. >The morphology is quit the same. >Explain this contradiction peps of /mlpol/?
Like whatcha say to this?
I will give you the benefit of a doubt and assume that you are not simply trolling me.
They are, as stated by everyone before, anthropomorphic, which means some parts of the fictional ponies are of human design, for example, the butt and especially in fanmade arts of them. This means that when you say, "It is not human its a pony, therefore, zoophilia", you are wrong. The fact is that since the attractive part of the fictional pony is its butt, which is self-evident if you observe this thread Mr empirical. Now if you watch my two pictures you will see that the pony has the same sort of butt as the anime character. Do you think it is zoophilia to be attracted to the anime character? I guess I don't have the right to complain since I am not adding pictures myself but there are few of high-quality on this thread compared to the last one. At least from what I remember.
I was not quoting you just to quote you. The three rows of green you see in my previous post were about how you were lecturing the other guy about grammar, completely on called for, and then you did the most basic of grammar mistakes. Like this part, "dudes don't even logical". What you want to say is that you stand above the rest of us since you are the only one here who is concerned about logic or that is what you really want to say. It is not very clear but what is clear is that "logical" is the adjective form of the word logic and in your sentence, you should have the verb form. This is because you are stating that the dudes are doing something, as in an action, which is the verb form, not the adjective form. Also, I don't mind incorrect grammar on a forum like this. That was obviously not the point.
There are quite a few times in your posts where you state that you are right and everyone else is wrong instead of telling us why. For example when you wrote that some poster wasn't empirical. You only stated that he wasn't, not how he wasn't empirical. This is basically like saying that you are wrong but with a fancier word.
Also I don't mind anthro on this thread. This is basicly were one would post such things.
(images) You were saying. Just in case you don't get it. Legitimate Horse butts are pretty much like how fans draw them; not seeing the human design, that is if your going for anatomically correct ponies >>141925
<-look ooh a ghostly hint but not really.
Sure dudes can exaggerate the countenance, that make it a caricature not like human. >>141185
picture 3 pretty real pony like body.>>138521
Image four not human like.>>138524
Image five same.>>139543
Image three not human even a little>>141227
you get it. if ponies have "human design" then that's kinda semi-anthro bub. >>141925
Like too They are anthropomorphic in mind not physic.
The fact is that since the attractive part of the fictional pony is its butt, which is self-evident if you observe this thread Mr empirical.
Like horse butts are similar to humans; their butts are just like longer. Do I have to post more horse butt for you to make it out like. Guess that it's cool then to like horse butt since it's similar.>Now if you watch my two pictures
first of all not anatomically correct to horses. What the hell is she docked or did the drawer man goof?
"dudes don't even logical"
Like candid man I only noticed that mistake now. Truth be told I read logic every time til you pointed it out. I don't get how it even ended up be "logical" feasibly auto correct had something to do with it.
>You only stated that he wasn't, not how he wasn't empirical. >>142069
"Sentient != Sapient" not empirical dude! My expression, it applied more to this post >>142020
since that guy was in my mind defending it also words don't equate and he made an oxymoron (empirical is a cool word hidden guy I wanted to like use it [what!]), you know this is a tangent and an attack on character. I had one question and y'all are eschewing to answer. but we can play the character defamation game. You discredited my post because of spacing. Nice. censor-> YOu weRe OFfeNdeD Uuh. OK the truth can be offensive. <-censor
Come on! Like I'm speaking to every one here.>Anyhow I was interested in learning why someone would like, favor cartoon pony porn, yet be not OK with mating a real pony or horse. >The morphology is quit the same. >Explain this contradiction peps of /mlpol/?
I wanna know. Tell me your secret.
I wasn't intending to waste more time on you than I already have but I realized something when I read your post. You are not a regular user of this site, are you? Becuase why would you in your question address the whole site instead of the people of the thread and even then not everyone in this thread like anatomically correct ponies (<I could spend more time here but I am not going to compare butts with you)? The reason is that you aren't from this site. A regular site user would have asked your question but directed towards those who posted anatomically correct pictures, not the entire site. Your behavior seems very shill-like to me.
The reason no one has answered your question is that it is a false dilemma. If someone doesn't believe that it is a contradiction, he can't explain that, can he?
But this is enough for me. I promised myself not to be baited into this nonsense anymore.
Here's a challenge for you: Stop using the word, "like".
It wasn't I who said anything about your spacing.
>>142595>Here's a challenge for you: Stop using the word, "like".
I guess that was a bit to far, sorry.
Lameo!>Here's a challenge for you: Stop using the word, "like".
Do I have to spell it out for you?>Becuase why would you in your question address the whole site instead of the people of the thread and even then not everyone in this thread like anatomically correct ponies
Yup to spell out it is. My question is addressed to those to who it applies. Peps who fall into such a category (for peat's sake you call yourselves horse-fucker) should answer, peps who don't will ignore it. Anyone on /mlpol/ can see my posts on all threads, as long as they are the latest alleged long term user. That's not hard to infer. :~\>The reason is that you aren't from this site.
I didn't know this was a members only club sheesh.>false dilemma.
Not. As I have explain, prior. (psst follow the anthro and also draft horse's) >even then not everyone in this thread like anatomically correct ponies
You even contradict yourself, this implies that there are people who like such, meaning my question is valid.>If someone doesn't believe that it is a contradiction, he can't explain that, can he?
exactly, delusions, I'm dealing with facts here, and only the facts, beliefs have no play.>I promised myself not to be baited into this nonsense anymore.
I'm asking an honest question how is that bait. You know your posts are just as much "bait" to me, because I'm doing nothing but correcting your sophisms or logical errors but only one of us is right. Let logic be the judge.>It wasn't I who said anything about your spacing.
Oh my bad; With everybody being anonymous and all.
It just that you sound exactly like the other guy. >>142384
Gee-whiz what's with the sameness of mind; Group think.
>>142667>Gee-whiz what's with the sameness of mind; Group think.
Oh wait! I know why it's because people akin to me, who dare question are ostracized.
You don't like ancient memes?