/pone/ - My Little Pony

>>327556

>kopyta

>>327556

ja tyż

ja nie za bardzo

oddajcie mi muj /flutter/ chuje

I wish they'd stop with the re-runs. We've read these simulated discussions already – I thought there were ponies discussing new things today.

>>328622

I've seen every episode once, and a small handful twice. Haven't watched the show at all since it ended. Also I make a point of not fapping to ponies anymore and at this point I pretty much only dig into my /pone/ folder to make people mad. I've tried pretty hard to move on, but I still check this dead fucking board at least once per day.

>>328605

Nah.

i masturbate to highly realistic drawings of little girls

>>328616

i masturbate to highly realistic drawings of horses

>>328529

The breath of consciousness blew it's hideous morning breath upon you as you desperately tried to cling onto dreams of real beds and central heating, but it was a futile effort. A couple of seconds longer the images stayed in your mind, that would have to do.

A bad night's rest is indescribably better than no rest at all. Your thoughts finally started flowing normally, not through the misty haze of sleeplessness.

The first thing that hit you was the smell. The small underground hovel, no bigger than one of those one-room nuclear bunkers from the 60s, all reaked of a fine blend of mold, mud, blood, wet fur and waste. Had this been the first time you've smelled one of these creatures, no doubt you would have emptied your stomach content right then and there. The aftertaste of the reeked you consumed last night sure didn't help. You could only be thankful that you've acclimated to the misery of this place.

Scanning the little cave more thoroughly, thanks to the aid of the rising sun, you could make more out. In your corner was the pile of strewn hay, further in was the rubble the resident of this cave called cabinets. And behind those was a small pile of collected trinkets and assorted nick nacks. Everything from what looked to be burned out radio equipment, to trophy bones was all lumped unceremoniously into a pile. It would probably net a dollar or so in scrap. At least you could admire that about these beasts, they were not concerned with the rat race pursuit of wealth. But if that came from some internal understanding of what's truly important in life, or complete disregard for their own well-being was anyone's guess. The exceptionally rare bats you've actually talked to were all too disturbed, or mentally occupied to concern themselves with the likes of you. So you've never really sat down and talked to one of them.

As you got up, your head hit a dull clang of metal, looking up and nursing your head you see the owner of this hole tangled into the roots of the roof, still sleeping. No wonder, they were a lot less active at day, which was good, cause you had no intentions of sticking around. The smell emanating from this hole, and you at this point was too Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>328531

Standing chest high in the water washing your sleeping bag was very therapeutic, it was an experience you could compare to normal life back home. You found great joy in picking out rocks, leaves, clumps of dirt and branches. Each piece of dirt removed was easier on your back. Each fingernail cleared of shit, a wave of freshness. After cleaning your latest pair of soiled underwear you felt a sort of calm and accomplishment you hadn't felt in a long time.

Although you felt alone, you were not, trailing you from the village was a predator, one who had been bested by your surprise belly rub technique. And was now rapidly approaching your location. On flat surfaces, bats will combine a gallop with big swooping wing flaps to ease their weight, making them silent runners.

The pursuer halted by the waterline and looked straight up as she shouted, it was almost like she was addressing an invisible, heavenly audience instead of you.

>"Watch out! Water in the ocean watch out! Come! You have to come! Get out of the water it's dangerous!"

You had a look around. The water was clear and smooth as glass, you had already been there for half an hour or so, so you felt pretty comfortable you were safe. With a raised hand to cup your voice you shouted back.

"Why don't you make me?"

The bat pony looked like it was struck by lightening, the statement supercharged her, and she would chase declines in the water's waves to no avail in trying to reach you.

Looking around panicked she jumped into the water and dog-paddled her way over to you. The weight of her armor holding her down, made it so only her snout breached water as she fought against the waves towards you. She tried snapping and grabbing at hands and fingers but were so out of her element she provided little threat, you'd simply push her head back away from you as her fangs snapped desperately for something to connect to.

You felt bad for the manic creature. Was it a sense of honor? Pride? You couldn't say, but they clearly operated on a different set of morals.

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>>328532

It clearly wasn't, but you were annoyed with the interruption, you were actually not in a state of total misery before this thing came along

>"Sheh. Never scared… Of water… Scared of being left in water.."

The bat pony forced out between pants

>"Die in water, not in soil… Bad Mojo… Won't come back from the earth… But trapped in water… Drowned forever.."

So it was superstition after all. That still didn't explain the bones though.

"What caused all this?"

You gesture to all the bones half buried in the sand. Most probably already returning to this beach as sand.

>"I don't know."

She rolled back onto all fours

>"Bold beyond measure this land was seized by us, horde after horde, legion after legion we sharpened our fangs on the throats of their babies! Monsters lived here once, we live here now. Bones remind us of their martyrdom"

You were taken aback. Never before had you heard a bat communicate this fluently. Most all of them speak Equestrian cave-man, or is too spun up to condensate with.

"You speak the language pretty good. Who are you anyway?"

You wanted to thank her for letting you so unceremoniously crash on her bed last night, but you knew what these things would do if they mistook kindness for weakness.

>"Sealed. I was tutored by outsiders, so I know their lounge well. "

What a ridiculous name for someone who hates water.

>"What are you? Why were you in the water?!"

The second question seemed more pertinent than the first, at least by her tone of voice.

"I was cleaning myself I've had SHIT running down my LEG for almost a week, Sealed. I've been avoiding the water because the locals do it, but now that I know it's just your superstition, I feel like the idiot!"

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>>328533

>"You don't wanna drown forever don't do it!"

You ignored her warning completely

"Why are you following me around anyway?."

The bat pony, looked to the side for a second, contemplating

>"You're a newthing. I wanted to drink your blood!"

At least she was honest

"Of course, how about you stay the fuck away from me, and I won't kick your head clean off your shoulders?"

She shook her head, almost looking offended. If such creatures had the capacity.

>"No treaties. I was asking nicely!"

She flashed you a biig toothy grin, curved fangs on full display, like curtains marking the entrance to hell. You were not interested. One nick from those on any of your main arteries and you'd be dead in minutes.

You silently shook your head as you finished cleaning your stuff. It was clear Sealed wasn't interested in a fight, but she still wouldn't leave.

After you had 6packed up you waved the batty goodbye and headed further in west, as you were supposed to.

But the issue was not yet resolved, you could hear two pairs of hooves following you. Normally, could only hear these Bat Ponies from them speaking to themselves, if you could register the noise of their footfall, it was an intentional act of psychological warfare.

You knew she was following you, and you knew she knew. You didn't wanna play her stupid games so you dropped your backpack, spun 180 degrees around and sat down on it. Hands resting on your thighs, this time making direct eye contact, stopping her dead in her tracks.

You knew this was their way of challenging someone, you kept staring her down, trying your best not to blink. Preparing your body and mental for a fight. Would she lift off? If so you should run to the ocean and drag her under. Would she charge? You could plant her head in the sand with a well-timed stomp. Would she-

submission

>>327736

Same fetish

>>328335

Anything is better than Pony Life. I heard it's getting cancelled by this month or next

>>328336

Naw, it's actually doing very well in the ratings and toy sales. It's gonna be around for awhile.

>>328398

>0 females under 18 watching the show

Yeah I'm sure that's accurate.

>>328401

They're all too busy playing with their cunnies

>>327204

>anthros wearing fursuits

[inception foghorn intensifies]

>>326936

Ewww ponysuit with hand thank you ruin ponysuiting for me

>>328430

My ponysuit is cuter and better then that

>>326063

Leak out pattern out please.

I want to buy life-size pony plush but I'm too poor so I only have some shitty, cheap plushes from aliexpress. Wat do?

anyone got the pattern out?

The owner has taken it down, nothing value was lost. we get it! please leak the pattern out!

>>328200

She cute

>>328200

per DWK, she smashed a pussy then walked in a straight line.

>>328200

She looks very pretty, even prettier than Rarity.

>>328376

But this is a board of foalfuckers