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>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):

>I'm a contributor.

Great! For writers, just notify All Nighter Fgt, so you can have your green 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/open?id=1Bff9CRn8VVwgpxT6sU6cottQsQ3svXGI
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: >>250701
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>Be Twilight.
>After your lecture from Luna and a few months you were finally allowed to see Anon again.
>You scared the poor girl a bit, which kinda hurts to know.
>You should have remembered how skittish Luna said she was.
>You hope she'll forgive you.
>Again finding the room Luna told you to meet her in you enter.
>But, this time there's gently snoozing.
>There, on the couch is Luna and Anon.
>They're both fast asleep…
>Oh by Faust they look comfy.
>Luna seems to have let herself fluff out a bit for winter with her filly.
>And she is FLUFFED out.
>She looks like a big warm blue blanket hugging a fluffy green pillow.
>You wimper as you look on.
>It's taking all your willpower not to jump up and lay down on what is most possibly the most amazing snuggle session possible.
>You slowly sulk up and reach out a hoof.
>Just a touch.
>As soon as your hoof connects a voice gently whispers from the two.
>"You may join us young Sparkle. Just be safe and do not wake dear Anon."
>The words are like a song as you quietly squeal and gently crawl up.
>You hug up to the fluffy warmth known as princess Luna.
>The princess of the night sticks to her name as you snuggle deep into her fur and allow joy and coziness to overcome you.
>You gently drift off to sleep as you feel a small fluffed up form drape herself over you and Luna.
>Anon must have forgiven you.
>That… that's good…
>You think… you think you'll… zzzzzzzz


I want to be the capturer who gives belly rubs and hoof holding to a helpless filly


Daw… I didn't know I wanted this, but now I must have more.


H-how lewd! I approve!
So what is your cunning plan?


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Tendies or Mt Dew would also work


>Mein Pomf
I'm sure that will make it.


That’s gay as fuck. Make a pastebin.



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Thanks filler.


>Sufficiently Indistinguishable

Aside from my hands, the thing I was missing most of all was my emotional control. I always imagined that if I could go back and retry parts of my life knowing what I know now I’d be more reasonable, not act out of emotion. My new body had other ideas. Assuming ponies aged like humans I shouldn’t have teenage hormones yet, but even so, I felt like someone had turned all my emotions up to eleven and I couldn’t turn them back.

Which is a long way of saying I regretted what I’d just said. It had felt great to ‘get one over’ on the inexperienced nurse, but shortly afterward I realized what I’d done and it made me want to cry. Then I felt embarrassed that I was about to cry and guilty that I’d taken advantage of his trust and angry that I couldn’t control myself; I just felt completely rotten in general and I wanted to curl up in my bed and hide under the covers until it all went away. So I did.

It didn’t go away though, and eventually my moping was interrupted by the arrival of lunch.

“Green, are you awake?”


“I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Amy was walking on eggshells now, even less sure of himself. I’d done that. Ugh. Me and my big mouth.

“No, I’m sorry, I was being mean to you just for doing your job. You felt like you had to report what I’d said and that’s fair enough.” I said. “Just, promise you don’t hate me?”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” I could tell he was still annoyed.

I pushed the covers off me and Amy could tell from my puffy eyes that I’d been crying. I hated it. I hated that he could see how weak I was, that I couldn’t even control my own body. His heart melted instantly and I felt like such a manipulative little shit. His foreleg lifted off the floor a little and I could tell he wanted to comfort me but wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch me, his mouth slightly open, but he didn’t know what to say.

I sniffled and wiped my eyes.

“It’s alright Amy,” I comforted. “I’ll be fine. I’m just feeling a bit overwhelmed.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. “It can be our secret.”

I lay back on the bed and sighed deeply.

“Don’t promise to keep secrets for patients, Amy,” I instructed. “It never ends well. Either you’ll keep the secret and feel responsible when something goes wrong, or you’ll betray the patient’s trust by revealing the secret to ponies who need to know about it to keep them safe.”

“How would you know?” Asked Amy.

“…” Damnit!

“It sounds like something Redheart would say,” Amy continued. “Did you hear it from one of the nurses?”

“I can’t remember.”

“Oh, right, sorry,” Amy winced. “Anyway, your lunch is here.”

Lunch didn’t look particularly appetizing but I was hungry enough that I could just ignore that and eat it anyway. It was food someone else had prepared and none of it would kill me so whatever.

I managed to eat the daffodil sandwiches by nudging them to the edge of the plate and so I could grab the corner with my teeth and then balance the sandwich on the flat of my hoof. The apple juice came in a little bottle and, mercifully, already had a straw in it. The juice was sweet and fresh, but I’d never really liked the taste of apples, and it seemed that it carried over to this body. I drank it without complaining since I didn’t want to make a fuss.

The cup of jelly was a lost cause. Even if I found a way to pick it up there was no way for me to peel the plastic film off the top; if I grasped it in my teeth I would have no way to hold down the cup while I pulled on it.

Amy observed my eating habits with some confusion.

“You don’t like jelly?” Amy questioned the ignored dessert.

“Let me guess,” I stated. “Redheart didn’t tell you about my hooves.”

Redheart was testing me again, seeing if I’d stay consistent with my lack of hoof grip. I wasn’t faking dammit! I fumed.

“She said you needed help holding things.” Said Amy.

“Oh! Right, I’m so sorry.” Amy apologized. “You can’t peel the lid with one hoof can you?”

“I have no hoof grip.” I explained, “I can’t hold things with any of my hooves.”

Amy froze, clearly I’d hit on one of the red flags that had been drilled into him.

“How long since you lost grip in your hooves?” Amy questioned urgently, pressing his hoof against my left forehoof. “Do you have any pain, numbness or tingling in your hooves? I want you to try and grip my hoof as hard as you can.”

Amy asked all these questions without giving me time to respond and then pulled his hoof away from mine with no effort. His pupils had shrunk and he was breathing more quickly.

“Relax Amy,” I instructed, “It’s been like this since before I came in, Redheart is already aware.”


Amy was silent for a moment.

“So did you want me to open that for you?” He asked.

“If you like,” I replied. “But you’ll have to hold the spoon for me.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” Amy reassured. “I have a baby sister so I do that all the time.”

I sighed. “I don’t really mind, but you should probably avoid telling patients they remind you of a baby.” I rolled my eyes. “They might take offense.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”


“Yes, I want some jelly. I’m sorry for giving you a hard time.”

True to his word Amy was adept in the art of spoon-feeding an infant and the jelly was finished off in short order. Then came the point I was dreading.

I spoke clearly so I wouldn’t have to repeat myself but I was unable to make eye contact. “I have to use the bathroom.”

Amy walked with me to the door but then he stopped. After I’d emptied my bladder I called out to Amy.

“I need some help.”

“What with?” Amy called back from behind the door.

“I can’t grip anything with my hooves.”


Jesus Christ, how fucking new was this guy?

“Amy, I don’t have a penis.” I explained, “When a mare uses the restroom she needs to dry her mare parts.”


“If you don’t feel comfortable doing it you can go get Redheart, but you’re going to need to learn this eventually.”


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After a bit of awkwardness, Amy managed to do what was necessary and got me back to bed.

“So you really can’t grip anything with your hooves, huh?” Asked Amy.

It took all my child-level self-control to avoid a facehoof that would have driven my hoof through to the opposite side of my skull. As it was I just groaned, squeezed my eyes shut, and slammed my head back into the pillow.


“Are you alright, Green?” Amy asked with concern.

“No,” I was resisting the urge to thrash around and throw a tantrum.

“What’s wrong?”

“Leave me alone.”

“But I’m not supposed to lea-”


Before I say something I regret.

Amy’s mouth closed with an audible click.

Relax. Breathe. Don’t strangle Amy.

After a couple of minutes of breathing my anger had subsided and I was left with a sickening feeling of shame. Oh god, I was going to cry again wasn’t I? I swear to Christ I’m going to cauterize my god damn tear ducts.

I managed not to full-on cry, but my eyes were watery and my vision blurry. I could see Amy sitting on the floor exactly where I’d left him with his ears drooped. He didn’t even know what he’d done wrong.

“I’m sorry Amy,” I consoled. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m just having trouble controlling my emotions, but that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

Amy hesitated and then opened his mouth to speak before thinking better of it.

“You can speak now,” I snarked

“Uh, well, er…” Amy was flustered. “I know you said not to compare you to my baby sister but I was thinking about your problem with your hooves, and my sister had the same problem and the doctor gave us this exercise we could do to help her learn to grasp things.”

I sat up in the bed, suddenly alert.


“I mean, I’m not sure if-”

“Show me!” I said excitedly.

“Ok,” Amy put his hoof against mine again, “So I’m going to push a bit of my magic into your hoof and then I quickly pull it out again. It might feel a bit weird, but your magic field should reflexively try to compensate for the change in thaumic pressure.”

“Do it.”

There was a warm fizzy sensation as the invisible magic field pressed into my hoof. The feeling of pressure was a bit uncomfortable, but not exactly painful. There was a sudden feeling of coldness and my hoof went slightly numb as the pressure disappeared. There was an indescribable sensation in the middle of my chest, utterly alien to anything I’d felt before, and yet it felt - right. Like it was always supposed to be there. The feeling pulsed outwards to the extremities of my body, returning sensation to my hoof and briefly giving a sensation of pressure before it faded back to normal. Every hair on my coat and mane stood on end for a moment and a shower of sparks shot out of my horn.

I felt absolutely ecstatic, euphoric, invulnerable! Amy had taken a shocked step back from my bedside but I leapt for joy, grabbing him around the neck in a fierce hug with tears of joy in my eyes.

“Ow,” Amy exclaimed.

In my excitement I may have forgotten that I had a cast and clobbered Amy with it… and my newfound hoof grip may have ripped a few hairs from his coat, but after a moment of shock Amy returned the hug.

Redheart picked that exact moment to walk into the room. Her look of concern quickly dissolved when she realized the crashing sounds hadn’t been me falling on the floor.

“I can do magic!” I exclaimed proudly.


Sure thing, I'll get right on that.


I tried, but I couldn't pull the trigger with my hooves, you'll have to help me.


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For the gift of magic Amy the useless nursing unicorn, has now upgraded to Amy the nursing unicorn apprentice.
Sure I'll help you go to the suicide watch as you get loads of filly snuggles, as mommy Redheart tells you stories of her job for an aspiring nurse with a bright future.


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In 2021 Filly is going to be a spermatozoid.


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Like an embroidered filly.


I demand to see 2017 filly and tease her for still wearing diapers


Go cuddle yourself, cutie


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qt on the wall, qt on the ceiling, qt on the floor, who's at the door?
>"FBI! Open up!"


>I blame Twilight.
>At this point is almost a swear phrase.
"I swear Rylight Sporkle if you can't solve this gravity issue!"
>"Anon, I've tried everything! I'm afraid you will always be pulled parallel, that's ninety degrees, by any gravitational source."
>Well I suppose there is only one thing that would give me joy in this kind of situation.
>Out of the window.

>Breaking out one of the bribes Purple sometimes gets from a noble I wonder if this is something I really should be doing.

>No not really
>but that hasn't stopped me yet.
>The tacky surfboard will for the first time meet the light of day.
>Putting a paperweight at the back, and seducing myself to the cowabunga board I go out
>In Style!

>Be Berry Punch

>Hoo -hic- this princess deluxe wine hit's the…
>That green filly is surfing around the town…
"This is some good sauce! Yah hear me? It's so good you'll be seein' surfermares in the streets!"

>For one reason or another I've sold out of all my spirits, half my stock was bought by Twi- Twi- Twipurple sparky her self!

>"You'll hurt yourself! You arn't supposed to surf like that!"
>Bucking good wine.


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>You feel the glock, tucked snugly into your vagina.
'I'll show those smart-asses with cutie-marks what I'm good at.'


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>upside down floor
Who can it be?




Heck. Phoneposting sucks big pp. Didn't even see it was deleted.

You're still an qt, kysfilly


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>Not wanting this


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Babby is a cute.
Nice improvement on >pic related


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I still need to color and maybe make a set up image to precede it, but I thought I'd share


Looking forward to seeing this colored, damn fine job.


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I'm going to need a quick run down of what's going on.
Filler has those eyes you know what that means?
Belly rubs and head pats.


She looks like lost in the forest. Nevertheless, a QT.


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It shows you're improving on your drawings. I have no idea what's happening in the pic though. Looks like filly's blanket is composed of lava that's also being eaten by a snek, and that's just interpreting a smol area of the pic


I drew this months ago when I was fucking livid for reasons I'd rather not divulge. Anger is one hell of a drug. Iirc that's a laser volcano?
Yeah, lol.


As this Anon reading
Reading both I think I understand now.
Rest in peace Anonfilly doll, hallucination tripper Anon will miss you greatly, but we honor your sacrifice for keeping the illuminati, and the minor crawling chaos at bay. Even though Anonfilly failed as the crawling chaos cut open feeling the illuminati snek.

Unless I read it wrong and Anonfilly Doll got done eaten by the snek so anon had to cut it, but the bug creature is trying to stop him, and regain control of the cutting impliment. The box of doom is being a dick by bringing some fingers through the portal to try to Anon.


I uh… yeah, let's go with that.
Bro, it's modern art! That's just one of many possible interpretations, it could, like, mean anything!


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And bump locked.


Good job you silly cutie


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