Someone is making French Pony.
A new slave for Aryanne
All people ded
Well originally she only liked mud ponies and didn't like peggas or unicorns but now who knows, everything is changing.
this is an interesting question honestly.
i could suck some kind of explanation out of my arse or just say, that aryanne is the product of chance and circumstances
but that would not do justice to all the work and stylization aryanne made though after her progression through so many hands and mind, be it writers or visual artist.
Aryanne is really what you make her to be. We never bothered to give her a deeply fixated characterization, partly due to carelessness, partly that it is also a part of the view perception of what he actually sees in her.
at the end of the day its just a cartoon horse with a swastika on her ass. if you find this is some tasteless joke without redeeming value or the next best waifu thing after sliced bread is really up to you.
for me shes really just some sort of public art project. if that makes you get creative or at least able to enjoy what you get offered, she does what shes supposed to
I believe you mean a new puppet
government, not a slave. The
country still operates on her own level but
will still be under the Reich's banner.
>my professor is acting exactly how I imagine Aryanne would act
>her personality, everything
>everytime I have a lecture with her I get a massive boner throughout the whole lecture
>never learn anything at the lectures, have to work it out by myself and classmates afterwards
I wish I could bang her so hard...
both Aryanne and my professor
i am scared of unicorns and pegasi break too fast, eart ponies are soft, cuddly and take some rough handling
i understand completely. so this is what a paradigm shift feels like...
btw some secret admirer would like to have some...well...explicit fart porn of Aryanne. How do you people feel about it?
not my fetish, but if he gets off by that, do it
besides, if i remember, there was a buttons mom pic where she farts
i say "it's shit fetish, but that ass tho"
do the same, with a joke
Anybody got any other Nation Ponies of 1943?
Found this one a little while back.
nigger, shut the fuck up and praise this beautiful pony.
The art in the OP image is far far better than the vast majority of vectors.
A vector would have to be extremely complicated to even come close to matching the OP image in artistic merit but that's just what I think.
I do vectors if you have a request.
Well, this tank battle is very interesting, but I am confident this is an Jagdpanzer E-100.
this is hentai face porn only sorry
will probably post something tomorrow.
it is just a bipedal
normal pony has pony like sausage
Is this 1939?
Where the Polish OC if this is the case?
I put aryanne in the game, the joke i made was shes trying to spread her book titled "mein calf" and that the cows is the master race (ie hitler going about the aryan race while not being aryan himself).
The cows just find her adorable and let her go about it.
>6 in the god damn morning.
>The reason you're awake:
>"GET OFF MY LAWN, YOU FILTHY MUDPONIES!"
>You get out of bed and shuffle to the kitchen in your underwear, scratching your head.
>Aryanne is standing near the window, her ears laid back and tail bushy.
"You know it's six in the morning, right?"
>She turns her head to you with cheeks reddened in anger.
>"I was doing the morning praising of the sun, when I saw two filthy mudpony foals trying to break into our house!"
>You know those two foals usually come around to look at the koi pond you built for Aryanne.
>Sitting down at the table, you pick up the coffee she made you.
"Why do you have to use that word? You know you're-"
>She cuts you off and rolls her eyes, "I know, I KNOW. I'm a mudpony. But what if I was born a glorious Unicorn? If only I had been..."
>She sits down at the table and sadly pokes at her cup.
"I like you just the way you are. Even if you do wake me up at ungodly hours to stare at the sun."
>As usual when you mention the sun, your girlfriend touches her brow and mutters, "Praise the sun."
"Well now that I'm up, I suppose I can fix the downstairs sink before I head out."
>Aryanne sips her coffee and casts a paranoid glance out the window, "Where are you going today, love?"
"Over to Twilight Sparkle's. She wants me to help her with some issue concerning Diamond Dogs or something."
>Aryanne seems to perk up and a dreamy look glazes her eyes.
>"I like Princess Twilight Sparkle. Can I... Come with?"
>Your body tenses.
>A week ago, you had found Aryanne's diary left open in her 'Sun Praise Room'.
>The words flash through your mind.
>'Dear diary, I've been having a lot of dreams about Princess Twilight. And Anon. Together. I keep dreaming of their wonderful sweaty bodies coming together in passion, Anon pleasing a proper Unicorn as he deserves- And I watching one of the master race pleasuring my lover like a lowly Earth Pony deserves... Maybe I could bring this up to Anon?'
"No. No, she asked me to come alone..."
>Aryanne sighs, "Okay. Can you tell her I said hello?"
>Still feeling disturbed, you sip your coffee and nod.
>After the coffee is finished your get up and head to the bedroom to change.
>Just as you drop your undewear, you hear the door close.
>Turning, you see Aryanne standing in front of the door with a look on her face that tells you she's ready.
"Anne, I really should get that sink fixed. It's been clogged for weeks."
>She shakes her head and stalks toward you, "It can wait another day. I need a good rut before you're gone all day and I'm all alone with only my vibrating horn..."
>There's no denying her once she starts.
"Fine. But I have to shower and eat before I go, so we haven't got long."
>Aryanne reaches into the bedside table and pulls out something that makes the discomfort return.
>It's a replica horn that attaches to the head with ties that go under the muzzle.
>A purple replica horn.
>You now understand that she chose for it to be purple.
>She puts the thing on and wiggles her eyebrows, "I'm feeling kinky today, okay?"
>Trying to act normal, you lay back on the bed and nod.
>Aryanne crawls up on top of you, mounts and presses her lips against your shaft.
>She leans down and breathes into your ear.
>Her voice is a bit shaky suddenly.
>It takes a bit of time for her to speak, like she's fighting with herself.
>"Can you... Do me a favor?"
>You stroke her mane, carful not to touch the horn.
>To forget about the horn.
>Aryanne breathes out heavily.
>"W-Will you call me princess during?"
>Your girlfriend is weird.
"Of course... Princess..."
>You enter her and hold onto her flank and head while she gives enthusiastic cries as you make love.
>"Praise the sun! Call me your Unicorn Princess!"
>Your girlfriend is very weird.
>But you love her.
stick ponies...this is nice. i did not expect that
omg metal gear
oh boy that left me winded. unicorn cuck porn...
This is nice
but what sort of game are you making?
I quickly made this pic for all of you. Feel free to ask any tank related questions...
What should she be chewing on /MLP/ ?
Corcunk drew some fine arts for Aryanne
i am curious too
it is nice to havy tank expert here, i dont know much about tanks
her hat maybe???
or a pretzel
pretzel seems fine, it is famous german snack
the gif looks very tasty btw
While still slightly relevant, have some fresh panzer.
now this is a nice panzer
väry väry gud
nice attention to detail sir, nopt only does this tank look like it would work, its also battleworn
i applaud you to your attention to detail, thank you for this beautiful tank picture!!!
We need her in a Landkreuzer!
That would be nice...
They were more Wisconian. With all the "Doncha know"s they threw about. In essence, any non-equine race is the "untermensch" of Equestria; be they sheep, cows, pigs (they don't even speak), donkeys, and so on. The Donkeys, I think would be the equivalent of negroes, used for manual labor, as well as sheep and cows. As for a counterpart to the Jews... it's hard to place. Twist, Flim and Flam, and Silver Shill seem to be the only characters to exude any Jew-y behavior.
>"Oy vey Anon, I'm gonna have to charge you a late fee on those books!"
>"No, the date means the books are late today, not due today!"
>"Jeez, now I know how the 6,000,000,000 unicorns felt in Horschwitz..."
This is good.
I just began writing a piece where Aryanne is the main charachter. She lives in the Minotaur country by herself, being in love with their military way of life. After getting a job as a secretary for a military official, she finds out that the official is actually a Human (Anonymous is a respected civilian with a job working for the military as a criminal investigator of sorts). In the story, Minotaurs are growing upset year by year by the amount of Diamond Dogs ('Greed Mutts') that have moved into their country. After the rise of a new head of military affairs, the Minotaurs begin a cleansing of their country, wiping out the greedy, crime-commiting and destructive Diamond Dogs.
Aryanne finds herself pulled into this turning point in history with her boss Anonymous. The story will be about their travel through the country through the Mutt Culling and their growing romance they must keep a secret.
Aryanne is a young mare with a history of bad experiences with Diamond Dogs. She is very passionate about the military and has a deep respect for power.
Anonymous is a sharp and serious man, never afraid to voice his hate for Diamond Dogs that have dirtied the country with their greed and degeneracy.
I'll post what I wrote so far.
Sorry if it seems, I dunno... Edgy? But it's just one little scene I thought of.
>Standing beside Anonymous, the two of you watch as half a dozen Minotaur soldiers run over to the door of a Jewlery store.
>One of the soldiers smashes the large front window with his battle axe.
>The rest of the troops climb through the window, their large weapons in-hand.
>From inside you can hear several Diamond Dogs shouting and the sound of multiple children crying.
>The commander of the company strolls up from behind with his arms behind his back.
>You nudge Anon and both of you snap to attention, giving the rather tall and slim commander salutes.
>His uniform is the crisp crimson of eloquent stitching that the members of the Upper Conclave wear.
>He gives a curt smirk and waves a snappy salute.
>His eyes are on the jewlery shop, where the screams are increasing in volume.
>You can see one of the Minotaur soldiers smashing the front display cases and stuffing any jewlery into a burlap sack.
>"I hope you are enjoying yourself, my brother and sister. This is quite the invigorating show, yes?" The commander asks.
>Anon crosses his arms as one of the soldiers drags out the obvious owner of the shop.
>Its clothes are torn and it looks as though one of its hands has been smashed under a boot.
>It barks and cries, pleading for the children to not be hurt.
>A solid slap from the Minotaur soldier silences it and sends it sprawling feebly to the ground.
>"I expected to play more of a part, but this is still interesting," Anon mutters.
>The commander puts a hand on Anon's shoulder and chuckles.
>"No no, my brother. You are far above dirtying your hands with this common rabble. Let my soldiers take care of these mutts."
>The soldier takes the jewlery store owner's skull in his hand and forces it down into the dirt.
>"Commander, how shall I deal with this mutt?"
>The commander sighs and makes a slashing motion across his throat.
>The soldier raises his mace above his head with his free arm, preparing to smash the dogs skull.
>You don't know why, but you panic.
>The troop stops and looks up at you with a frown.
>You can feel your face reddening and heart racing.
>Anonymous steps forward and holds out a hand. "Let me do it."
>The soldier looks at the commander, whom smiles and shrugs.
>Before taking the large mace, Anon looks back at you.
>His gaze is sharp and piercing.
>He suspects you!
>This is the worst thing you could have done.
>You can't bear to look at him, but he's already turned around.
>The soldier moves back and Anon places a foot on the dogs back, forcing it's face back into the dirt.
>"Please! I don't care if you hurt me, just please not the pups!" The dog whimpers.
>Inside, you hear more smashing of glass and wood along with the cries of young mutts.
>Anon snaps a finger and motions toward the bag the soldier stuffed all the jewlery into. "I'm not going to hurt you."
>The soldier opens the bag for Anon and the Human reaches inside.
>Pulling out a handful of jewlery, he reaches down and pulls the dogs head up. "Open your mouth."
>The mutt begins to sputter about the pups again.
>Anon kicks it hard in the ribs, making it howl in pain.
>"I said open your fucking mouth, mutt!"
>Just then, the rest of the soldiers drag out the mutts that were inside.
>There is a female mutt and five pups.
>All of them cry and call out to their father as they are forced to the ground.
>They are made to watch as Anonymous stuffs a large handful of jewlery into the Diamond Dogs mouth.
>Now filled, with some pearls sticking out of his mouth, the dogs head is forced back down.
>Anonymous raises the mace above his head, his foot pressing the mutt into the dirt.
>Its family now screams in a frenzy.
>Before Anon whips the mace down, you hear the dog scream.
>Its voice is silenced.
>The mace smashes into the back of his skull, smashing it into a mess of gore, brain matter and bloody jewlery.
>The family shrieks in agony as jewlery rolls around all over the ground and their fathers body goes limp.
>Anonymous hands the mace back to the soldier and steps away from the body, wiping a bit of splatter from his uniform with a satisfied look.
>The commander claps, "Bravo, my brother! Good show!"
>The soldiers pull the family up while they bark and whine, then begin to haul them away.
"Where will the pups go?"
>The commander waves dismissively, "To be trained as servants. There is no point in killing them when their minds are still malleable, however small they may be."
>Anonymous walks back beside you and rubs your ear between finger and thumb in a comforting, yet domineering sort of way.
>It makes you shiver.
>The soldier with the mace pulls a small bottle of grain alcohol from his pocket, uncaps it, and stuffs a bit of rag torn from the dead dogs clothing into it.
>He lights the cocktail with a match and hucks it through the open window of the shop.
>The inside of the shop erupts into flames.
>Obviously the soldiers that were inside spread about some fuel before they left.
>As the building burns, you stand beside Anon and the commander, eyes and faces lit up with the orange glow.
>In the distance, you can hear the screams of mutts and glass being smashed.
>The Minotaurs stomp through the village as war drums beat out a rhythm.
And that's it for now. That all just seemed to write itself and I have a good idea of where I want the story to go. It will have plenty of Aryanne/Anonymous. Would anyone be interested in reading something like this?