/pone/ - My Little Pony★

>>329066

test

>>329057 (OP)

Good Celestia, buck! First off, we have a thread for pr0n, secondly, that's a terrible image.

AI? It has a predilection for slapping two-legger's nether lips onto ponies because it has never seen a superior mare's backside.

There is nothing enticing or interesting about this badly drawn slit, and you should feel uninteresting and ugly for posting it here.

>>329051 (OP)

But death to niggers most of all.

>>329046 (OP)

Not now

>>328410

Wow, I've gotten almost nothing written since making this post. Maybe I should go ahead and write that autistic magnum opus that I should have posted to /gtpone/ two years ago.

Hi. Idk if anyone here remembers this, but I'm the fag who hijacked the suicide thread in 2015 and turned it into a big autistic greentext. And then I wrote a bigger and more autistic sequel to it on /gtpone/, which of course no longer exists. I have written a threequel which is much more autistic but also much shorter. I posted it on ponepaste already and I'm just going to link to it in this thread.

https://ponepaste.org/9354

There it is, that's the story. The ponepaste there has links to the first and second stories right up at the top. You might remember the first one.

I'd also like to say that if you're an old /pone/ writefriend lurking the board for memories' sake, you should really migrate your old greentexts to ponepaste. As far as I can tell I'm the only one who's done so, and pastebin has really cracked down on pony stories, to the point where they don't show up in the search, you can't publicly post new ones, and a bunch of old ones have already been forcibly set to private. I know a couple chapters from the old Red CYOA are missing due to this.

Anyway, that's all. I'll see you /pone/rs in Equestria some day.

>>329039

I only have the vaguest memory, and it mostly doesn't sound like something I would read.

That's the best thing most say about my writing; the rest say I'm a pile of filth and the character spew on the screen is trash that they're trying to burn off their retinas by reading something healthy because it has more sex and swear words that what I wrote down.

Except this one time. Somebody in /gtpone/ said "you really set a tone with this one"

Which I think was a compliment.

I don't know if I have a ponerpaste account or not, actually. But it won't affect me because my pastes are unlisted anyway. Because I wouldn't want to accidentally burn somepony's cornea trying to damage their retina with recycled photons.

So, this >GT is in the style of a romance novel, and keeps switching POV characters, between the male and female chars.

https://pastebin.com/ggmSn3Am

A hundred years later, they officially break up

>https://pastebin.com/wBVkfqEs

all from the mare's perspective.

Crap. I've probably already posted these somewhere during the long, lonely years this thread has been here.

I'd post my newer stuff, FoE or the experimental not-pony equine stuff, but I honestly don't think anypony here cares, so I expect I won't.

>>329042

Huh, I thought I lurked /gtpone/ fairly regularly, but I don't remember any stories about beer pones.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Was that Chan's heartbeat? No. The vibration was coming through the floor. It was her steps. Like explosions that were slowly getting closer.

Chan's eyes glanced around his prison. Very roomy as far as inescapable death traps were concerned. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all ugly brown cardboard. A space roughly half the size of a basketball court. A shoe box? It was hard to tell in this darkness. Luckily for Chan, he'd been left here so long his darkvision cast everything in only a mild layer of shadow. Not that there was much to really look at beyond the smooth surfaces that were impossible to climb or dig through.

So all the young man could do was wait as the crashes drew ever nearer. Louder and louder. More and more powerful. If he hadn't already been seated, that last earthquake would have knocked him down. Surely she was already on top of him, right?

Silence. He gulped. Chan's neck creaked as it swiveled up toward the ceiling. Any moment now…

Light. Blindness. Pain. A pony's silhouette hung above. A solar eclipse.

Fluttershy.

The butter yellow pegasus Chan had thought of as a friend loomed over him. Her pink mane didn't appear so soft today either. It hung straight and threatening down her back and shoulders. Her eyes were filled with cruel ideas and a black leather collar was tightly fastened around her slender neck.

This was not the Fluttershy Chan had come to know. This was a monster who used the secret magics of the Everfree to get whatever she wanted. In this case, the pegasus had used Shrinking Violet to make the once charming human a mere 1.5 inch (4 cm) toy. The same height as a Lego figure. Helpless. Ready for use in whatever twisted games she could imagine.

Anon stared at the spellbook skeptically. He didn't believe in magic, but it was such a thick book and on sale for only $9.93! What an unusual price! Normally prices ended in a 9 or a 5. But a 3? He just had to get it. But what was he supposed to do with it now? It was only good as filling on a shelf to make him look smarter. Shrugging, Anon began casually flipping pages.

"Flight, Male Enhancement, Summon Perfect Woman, blah blah blah," he read off spell names tiredly. "Hey! Teleportation." Anon lowered the four-inch thick tome as a sudden spark of inspiration struck. "I could finally go see the Grand Canyon. Maybe even find that Lucky Pebble I lost there when I was 7!"

Motivated, and just a hint excited, Anon flew out of his seat and began the Irish Ceremonial Dance of Spellcasting. Unfortunately, Anon was not Irish nor was he drunk enough to do the dance right. So he just ended up knocking over his coffee table and flopping on the floor in pain.

"Ow, giant shiny sun cheeks!" he cursed, clutching his injured knee. Suddenly, a bright glow consumed the room and the hum of ancient magic filled his ears. "Wait, I didn't name the destination!" Anon protested… even though he really had…

The next thing Anon knew, two fuzzy white orbs were hovering over him, casting a shadow over the land despite each bearing a simple picture of the sun. He blinked slowly up at the dominating presence. Then he stared into the dark crevice created where the two orbs mashed together, their weight unimaginable to someone so small.

Then the sky fell as Princess Celestia carelessly dropped into her throne. With an earth shattering boom, Anon's world became nothing but darkness, sweat, and pain.

"Time for another long day of work," Celestia mumbled to herself, wiggling in her seat to get comfortable.

Would you want to live in a city trapped inside a glass box? Sat on by an uncaring giant mare? Her giant naked pussy constantly hanging over you?