THERE ARE THREE CATEGORIES OF RACE IN EQUESTRIA:TYPE A - THE HEROIC RACES - - TYPE B--THE SERVILE RACES-- AND THE VILE C-F RACE CAULDRON OF PEDERASTY. WHICH ONE DO YOU NEED EDUCATION ON?

How racist is Posey?

>>42240532
Yes

>>42240532
Extremely

>>42240532
Reasonably.

when she see a zigger

>>42240269 (OP)
>YOUR CUTIE MARK BETRAYS YOUR DEGENERACY

>>42241354
As she should. They go into businesses and destroy them by their presence

>>42240269 (OP)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umF_zMiWzzI

>>42241628
niglett pony?

>>42242192
Niglet pony.

>>42240269 (OP)
Thread Theme
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awFy4h6XMrQ

>>42242628
"YOU CONE HEADS BELIEVE IN YOUR OWN SUPREMACY WHILE YOUR NUMBERS DECLINE EVERY MOON, SOON NOTHING WILL REMAIN BESIDE THE MUSEUM MY RACE WILL BUILD TO REMEMBER YOUR OUTLANDISH SELF DESTRUCTIVE MAGIC AND IMPOTENCY OF YOUR SAVAGE FOREST CIVILISATION"

The only form of tribe mixing she allows is between earth ponies (her) and humans (Anon)

>>42243495

>>42244286
She's lucky that she's an Earth Pony or she would go straight to Hitch

>>42245478
Hitch wouldn't do anything.

>>42245905

>>42237251
>”Oh dear! I gotta make up for lost time!”
>Windy runs ahead of Fifi to stop her as her friends enter the frame.
>”Fifi! Wait!”
>With one unlucky hoof getting tangled in Fifi’s frantic trots, Windy trips herself and Fifi to fall right onto the package.
>The two groan as they try to get up.
“Windy! Are you okay?!”
>”Yeah… Fifi?”
>Getting up from the box, Fifi begins to rip off some of the wet cardboard that’s clinging onto her fur.
>”No…”
>Windy looks up at Fifi with perturbation.
>”Fifi, you should stay here for the night. It’s dangerous out there!”
>Fifi looks around nervously.
>”But— But I have to deliver the package or else I wouldn’t be a good delivery mare!”
“Not like you were good at it anyway.”
>Windy looks back at her best friend with an ominous glare before returning her attention back to Fifi.
>”Don’t listen to her, listen, how about you take a quick wash in the shower? I’m sure you’ll think clearer afterwards.”
>Fifi ponders on Windy’s suggestion for a moment before slightly nodding.
>”Okay…”
>The light blue pegasus trots off towards Windy’s bathroom.
>”Ok, now since we’ve gotten an unexpected guest, we’re going to stay up a bit to see if she’s staying or going.”
>Windy grabs her sleeping bag and unfurls it.
“Aren’t you going to sleep in your bed?”
>”No, why would I?”
“Well, I expect that you would sleep in your bed.”
>”That’s silly, Posey, I’ve always slept in my sleeping bag with my friends back home.”
>Posey puts her hoof up against her chin in thought as the other ponies are busy with their own sleeping bags.
>She decides to trot her suitcase to retrieve her sleeping bag.
>Posey lifts her head, noticing Dahlia waving her hoof over to attract her.
>The yellow mare trots over to her childhood friend right beside the couch.
>”Want to place your slumber bag near mine?”
>Posey shrugs and drops her sleeping bag, giving it enough space between her and Dahila’s bag in case someone has to trot pass.
>As the two childhood friends are busy fluffing out their sleeping bags, Anon makes his way towards the couch.
>Dahlia and Posey notices Anon is carrying a blanket and a pillow.
>”Uhhh… Anon?”
>”Yeah Dahlia?”
>”Don’t you have a slumber bag? You can borrow mine if you want.”
“Dahlia!? Don’t give him your bag! You don’t know where he’s been!”
>Anon, somehow oblivious to the noticeable blush on Posey's face, brushes off the two mares.
>”Thanks for the offer, but no, I probably can’t fit into your sleeping bag.”
>Anon goes back to fluffing his pillow.
>Dahlia looks at Posey with a small smile.
>”You’re blushing again.”
>Dahlia’s friend furrows her eyebrows, her teeth grinding against each other.
“No, I’m not.”

>>42248990
She said it.

Ready for the weekend, Poseybros?

>>42250515
Yes.

Make her happy, now.

>>42253594
KILL ZIGGERS

>>42247811
>Dahlia shakes her disprovingly as Posey trots back to her back to grab her toothbrush and toothpaste.
>While making her way to the kitchen sink to brush her teeth, the bathroom door opens to let out a freshened up Fifi walks out.
>Fifi’s face is full of determination as she puts on her visor cap.
>”You’re still leaving, Fifi?”
>”I have to, Windy. I must face any challenge that is ahead of me for this package to get delivered.”
>”Hold on Fifi, you’ll need this.”
>Windy trots over to a closet and pulls out a raincoat.
>Fifi puts on the raincoat, shows Windy gratitude, grabs her package, and trots out the door.
>Posey returns back, mane flowing without her bow while letting out a yawn.
“Can we sleep now?”
>”Yep, we can sleep now.”
>Windy trots over to the lightswitch and flips it down, causing the whole room to darken.
“Good, I’m tired as Tarturas.”
>After everyone says their good nights, all the friends fall fast asleep in their sleeping bags. Well, almost everyone.
>Posey lays there in between the snores and breathing of all of her friends.
>Usually, her sleeping mask helps her fall asleep faster, but not tonight. Something else is clutching her tightly to the waking world.
>She clutches her teddy bear tightly against her barrel as her mind goes back to tonight’s activities.
>Her regret on not talking to Anon grows as the rain bats against the roof.
>She twists her head to look up at the couch that held the sleeping giant.
>Thoughts of him swirl throughout her head, she didn’t know what to do.
>She gets up from her spot and quietly trots over to Anon.
>She watches his chest rise and fall as he sleeps.
“Hey big guy…”
>Posey didn’t know what to say as Anon licked his lips.
“I hope you’re doing okay…”
>An urge deep in Posey's gut wants her to get close to Anon.
>Getting closer to him, she was about to pucker her lips until backing away.
“No… I shouldn’t kiss him. That would betray his trust.”
>Posey continues to look at him as lightning lights up Anon’s resting body.
“Maybe a hug will do…”
>Returning to her venture of getting closer to Anon, she feels her body heat up with an odd sense of warmth.

>>42254471
>She wraps her forelegs around Anon’s chest, feeling his furless arms in her hooves and fetlocks.
“Sweet Majesty, that feels weird…”
>To Posey, Anon’s arms feel less like the fur of a pony, but smooth skin with tiny hairs poking out to prick and brush against her fetlocks.
>Even though hugging him feels oddly nice, it wasn’t enough for the tireless pony.
>Lifting her head, she looks at Anon’s relaxed facial features.
“Maybe one kiss will do…”
>She stays there, looking at Anon, unsure on where to kiss him.
“Come on Posey, you can do it.”
>She closes her eyes and moves her head closer to his.
>With one subtle peek, she sees that she’s getting close to Anon’s lips.
>Adjusting her direction with post haste, she aims her lips towards Anon’s right cheek.
>Her lips press against his cheek as the heat deep in her body rushes up to her cheeks, turning red.
>She lifts her lips away from Anon, hurrying to get away to make sure that no one wakes up to see her act.
>She looks around as a lightning flash fills the room with its light.
“Good…”
>She pushes away from the couch, returning her gaze back to Anon.
“I love you, you silly chimp…”
>Making her way back to her sleeping bag, She gets into place to get into the bag.
>She enters her sleeping bag, shuffles into a comfortable position, grabs her teddy, and places her sleeping mask over her eyes.
>A small smile emerges on her face as she soon falls asleep.
>In a field far away from Maretime Bay, Posey looks around in all directions to try to find home.
“Where am I?”
>She turns around to a big hill and on top of that hill is a jacaranda tree.
>Something deep inside beckons her to climb up that hill.
>She trots to the edge that begins the incline, unsure whether or not to fulfil that desire to climb it.
>Her uncertainty fades away to be replaced with determination.
>She begins her trot up that hill.
>At first, her determination is full and the journey easy, but at the halfway point of the adventure, determination is replaced with melancholy.
>She falls onto the grassy ground with a thud; the only sound ringing out is the wind and her heavy breathing.
“I-I can’t do it…”
>While in the process of grieving, a faint voice calls her name.
>She opens her eyes to find the owner of that voice, but only finds a few jacaranda petals flowing through the wind.
>That voice, it stokes the strength for the yellow mare to carry on.
>She pushes herself off the ground and continues up that hill.
>The second half of the journey is harder as the hill steepens, but she pushes on.

What does she think about Abyssynians and sea ponies?

>>42254781
She hates 'em.

>>42254658
>With one final push, she makes it to the top.
>After catching her breath, she looks around to see no one, but the tree.
>She trots around the tree to see Anon at the edge of the hill before the decline, looking at the view in front of him.
>Posey takes a spot next him, noticing that his side’s decline is gradual and gentle.
>”Glad to see you here.”
“You could’ve told me that your side is less steep.”
>”Hmm?”
“The one behind… Us…”
>Upon turning around, the hill behind her is replaced by a cliff into shallow waters.
“Nevermind…”
>She turns her head back as the purple petals of the jacaranda tree falls off and lands around the two.
>”Are you alright?”
>Posey cranes her head up to see Anon, her expression full of sadness and embarrassment.
“No…”
>”Mind telling me…”
>Posey is torn apart from either telling him or not.
>She weighs the options: either tell him and get your heart broken or lie to him.
“I- I like you, Nonny…”
>He stares in silence, uncertainty painting his face.
>Posey covers her face with her hooves out of embarrassment.
>”I like you too…”
>She lifts her head so that her eyes are the only thing to be seen by Anon.
“You do?”
>”I do, Posey…”
>Leaning her body against Anon, she sighs out of relief at the human’s answer.
>The two new lovebirds enjoy each other’s presence as the sounds of clattering and chatting are in the distance.
>The various sounds become deafening, causing Posey to flutter open.
>”Rise and shine, sleepyhead!”
>Of course the first voice she has to hear clearly is Pipp’s.
>The tired pony lets out a groan as she rises from her spot.
>After packing up her bag and tying the strap to her barrel, she trots out the door.
>Seeing that Anon is talking to Jazz, she decides it’s now or never to ask him out.
>She bites her worry and replaces it with confidence.
>Clearing her throat, Anon turns around to the sound.
“Anon.”
>”Posey.”
“Would you like to hang out with me at the movies next Thursday?”
>”Sure thing, I got nothing to do that day.”
>Posey lets out a blush onto her face, and a smile as Anon helps carry the suitcase down the stairs.
“Good, I’ll be at the theater at 2 pm on the dot. Be there or be square.”
>After Anon places the suitcase on the ground, Posey trots away with a pep in her step.

>>42247811
>>42254471
>>42254658
>>42254797
Lovely green, anon.
A happy ending for Posey.

>>42254797

>>42256009

>>42254797
>Epilouge
>Days passed from the sleepover, Pipp is finishing up on Dahlia’s mane.
>”Hey Jazz, want to see a photo I snapped during Windy’s sleepover?”
>”Sure thing, Pipp!”
>Pipp opens up her phone to show Jazz and Dahlia a photo.
>On the night vision image is Posey kissing Anon’s cheek.
>”ADORABLE!!!”
>Dahlia’s feels a cold sweat on her forehead as Jazz coos at the photo.
>”PIPP! Delete that!”
>”Don’t be a spoilsport, Dahlia, it’s not that Posey’s going to barge in here.”
>The front door of Mane Melody opens with the ringing of its bell.
“What’s this about me barging in?”
>Pipp goes cold as Posey trots in.
>”N-Nothing!”
“Nothing? Then why are you trying to hide your stupid smartphone? Are you trying to hide something from me?”
>”Me? No way!”
>Posey looks over at Dahlia, knowing that she always tells the truth.
>”She has a photo of you kissing Anon…”
>”Dahlia! You snitch!”
>Like a nuclear bomb, Posey explodes with anger and gallops for Pipp.
>Pipp screams and flies, her phone accidentally slipping from her grasp.
>”No, my phone!”
>Pipp’s phone falls to the ground with a slap before the sound of plastic, metal, glass sounds out by Posey's strong earth pony hoof.
>”How am I going to talk to my fans?!”
>Posey harrumphs and makes her way out.
“Maybe you should get yourself a brick phone and quick that social media nonsense!”
>Jazz, who’s been standing there in shock, quickly shouts out.
>”Wait! I thought we had a mane and hooficure appointment?!”
“Cancelling my appointment and taking my money elsewhere!”
>Posey slams the front door behind her so hard that it shakes the whole building.

>>42258151
Earth pony strength.

>>42258151
Good enging...
Posey went out with her crush, destroyed Pipp's phone, and reclaimed her throne like a mare no one should mess with.
Simply Posey.

>>42254856
>>42255300
>>42258950
Thanks frens!

>>42259237
Thank you for the green.

>>42258950
The face of suppressed rage.

>>42259747
No problem! I enjoy writing these greens!

>>42261188
>88

>>42263715
I wonder what happened to that artist.

>>42263777
Not sure.

>>42263439
>pictured moments before disaster

>>42263090
Fancy.

“NEXT!”
>Another pony walks up to your stand.
>She drops her bits onto the table.
>You swipe them up and put them in a beaten up cash register Izzy found in the dump.
>You’ve decided to make yourself contribute to society after Sunny kicked you out of her stupid crystal brighthouse for “bad behavior”.
>Sorry Sunny, but if Izzy can have a glitter explosion and get away with it, then you should get away with being able to shove Sparky in the oven.
>And man, business is booming. If only your Dad would see this, he would still call you a faggot, but atleast acknowledged that you’re making a profit from your little shindig of a business.
>You place your hand on the mare and begin to rub.
>She melts into your hands as you scritch her chin.
>You are having a wail of a time. You get to pet ponies and get paid doing it.
>A frustrated yell reaches your ear, causing your head to lift up.
>That horrifying squawk came from no other than Posey Bloom, the local grump and Karen.
>”I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS APE HAS MANAGE TO GET YOU ALL UNDER HIS THUMB!!!”
>”What do you mean?”
>Posey looks at the pony with a displeased look on her face.
>”UGH! DON’T YOU SEE WHAT HE’S DOING?! HE’S CORRUPTING YOUR MINDS WITH THOSE FINGERS!!! HOW MANY PONIES DID HE GET?! DID HE NOT ONLY GET THE MARES, BUT THE STALLIONS, AND THE FOALS TOO?!?!”
>All the ponies look from Posey to you, their expressions souring as Posey continues with her lies.
>”I BET HE ONLY THINKS OF US AS ANIMALS FOR HIS PERVERTED PLEASURE!!! THINK OF THE FOALS!!!”
>The ponies’ expressions change from disgust to full on hatred for you and your little stand of “debauchery”.
>You stand back in horror as your customers destroy your stand while some of them are making their way towards you.
“Guys! Don’t listen to that lying bitch!”
>The emotional ponies didn’t listen to your plea as you edge closer to the railing.
>”HOLD IT!”
>Everypony stops what they were doing to look at Posey.
>”I’ll take care of this disgusting creature.”
>The ponies make room for Posey as she trots closer to your slumping form leaning against the railing.
>”GET UP YOU DISGUSTING LUZONENSIS!”
>You get up on your feet while rubbing your head from hitting the concrete wall.
>Posey reaches out, grabs ahold of your sleeve, and begins to pull you away.
>You look back at your empire, crumbling into dust.
>A single tear goes down your cheek when you see all the money being taken back by your customers.
>”THIS WAY, YOU DUMBASS!!!”
>You turn your head to the growl coming from Posey, still pulling your sleeve.

>>42266122
>She pulls you into an alleyway, and then utters out a sentence that stops you in your tracks.
>”Pet me.”
“W-Wut?”
>“PET ME.”
>You blink a few times at Posey’s demand.
”Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?”
>The small yellow pony growls again at your question.
>”Don’t make me hurt you!”
“Fine fine, geez.”
>You place your hand on her head. Normally, you would usually enjoy this, but not this one.
>”That’s it…”
>Your hand works its way from her mane to her ears.
>”O-Oh!”
>Posey freezes in her place, eyes rolling back as her ears fold back.
“Okay, are you satisfied now?”
>You reel your hand back, feeling nauseous from this forceful act.
>From your hand to Posey’s face, you observed that she’s in a state of loopiness and relaxation.
>”Mmhm~ I should take you home… but I’m not going too, because I ain’t no monkey lover…~”
>Posey trots out of the alleyway, not before knocking over some trash cans in her drunken stupor.
“I should’ve taken up Opaline’s job listing…”

>>42266122
>>42266126

>>42240269 (OP)
Hey Posey, show us your ass!

>>42268161
Heart.

>>42252980
Boomping the thread in style, Renderfren. What a mischievous look on her face.
>>42261188
>>42266126
Based greens as always, Poseyfren! A nice satisfying conclusion to the sleepover one as well. That second one is leaving me hoping there's a continuation in which she gets that bratty attitude corrected.
>>42268161
That's a cute smugsey right there.
>You like mares, don't you Nonny?

Damn, Posey is in the new trailer for Tamers kino

>>42268616
Thx! I don't know about the second green. it was a simple shitpost green that I wanted to write down.
>>42269114
Imagine if she still has bad luck in the tamersverse

She sure is a pegasus magnet.

>>42272618
She does have good taste

>>42272618
The weight is starting to go into Pipp's snoot.

>Posey always enjoys gardening; the sun beating off of her yellow coat, the dandelions enjoying their soak, the roses’ aroma smelling lovely when reaching down for a sniff.
>”Hey there, Posey!”
>The usually grumpy pony turns her head around to find the source of the sound, but to no avail.
>”Up here!”
>Craning her head, she sees her friend flapping her wings above her. Posey lets out a chuckle from the ordeal.
“Guess I’m not used to having a friend that flies, Windy.”
>Windy returns with a chuckle of her own as she lightly touches down.
>”I could say the same thing! It’s hard to get used to having to look down for your house or not having air traffic here. So what are you up to?”
>Grabbing a hold of her watering can with her teeth, she reveals the tin can to the pegasus.
“Watering.”
>”Cool. Say, want to head out to the roller skate rink with me?”
>Putting down the watering can, Posey raises her head back.
“Sure! Let me put this wa-”
>”AHHHHHHHHH!!!”
>Posey jumps from Windy’s loud screech as the pegasus gets down low in fear.
“Sweet Majesty, Windy! What’s wrong with you!?!”
>”D-Daisies…”
>Posey raises her eyebrow with befuddlement as her friend points out a shaky hoof past her.
>Following the hoof’s direction, Posey’s eyes end up at the freshly planted daisies.
>From confusion comes hysterics as Posey begins laughing up a storm. Tears formed from her eyes at the idea of a pony being afraid of a dainty plant.
“Oh Windy! You know how to joke around!”
>”I’m not joking! I’m deeply terrified of daisies!”
>Quickly shutting up, Posey’s expression turns into befuddlement at Windy’s serious demeanor.
>Looking back at the daisies, Posey digs one from the ground and grasps its stem with her mouth.
>Windy bolts upon seeing the little flower in Posey’s mouth, getting closer to her.
>The only thing to indicate Windy’s existence was a few darkened feathers left behind.
“And that’s how the story ends. We never got the chance to go rollerskating.“
>Finishing taking a slurp from her smoothie, Dahlia lets go of the straw from her mouth as she begins to speak.
>>”So what are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t know! I’ve never dealt with a pegasus’ phobia before!”
>Dahlia puts a hoof on her chin and ponders for a moment.
>>”Maybe she can get over her phobia through exposure therapy.”
“Exposure therapy?”
>>”Yeah, exposure therapy. Slowly expose her through films and pictures.”
“That could possibly work… Thanks Dahlia.”
>Getting up from her spot and disposing of her smoothie in the recycling bin, Posey aimlessly wanders through the town. Along her way, she lifts up her brick phone to call her friend.

>>42274464
>”Hello?”
“Hey, Windy, where are you?”
>”Home.”
“Is it alright if I visit you?”
>”...Ok…”
>An awkward silence fills the line between the two.
”Well, hope to see you there.”
>Posey hangs her phone up and puts it away, her face filled with uncertainty.
>Was Windy acting weird because of earlier, Posey didn’t know.
>The trotting sound of hooves against the concrete become slower as the yellow and pink pony makes her way through the suburbs.
>Taking a left and then a right, she finally arrives in front of Windy’s humble abode.
>Windy’s residence is a one story wooden plank house with a red finish.
>The quaint front yard has some bushes from Zephyr Heights with a wind spinner rotating slowly in the wind.
>Posey trots up the front porch made of stones that connect to the front door.
>Posey passes by the front window and a metal prop pegasus hangs from the wall.
>Reaching to the door, Posey raises her hoof and taps it against the door’s wooden texture.
>The door opens to reveal the light red pegasus, her face trying to force itself to smile and hide away the depression.
>”Posey…hi…”
“Hi Windy…”
>The silence between the two is deafening as they stand there awkwardly.
“So can I come in…”
>The unusually quiet Windy opens the door to let Posey in.
>Trotting in Windy’s humble abode, Posey looks around to see memorabilia of Windy’s old life hanging on the walls or selves.
>The two friends trot into the living room, taking their seats on the couch.
>”Is it about the daises?”
“...Yes… It’s about the daises.”
>Windy looks nervously at her yellow best friend.
>Even though unsure on how to go about this predicament, Posey, face full of determination, has to start somewhere on helping Windy’s fear.
“Bestie, I’m going to help you get over your fear.”
>”But how?”
“Do you have a computer?”
>Windy raises an eyebrow at the question.
>”It’s in my room, how come?”
>The now unusually sincere mare gets up from her seat and makes her way.
“We’re starting slow with a few images.”
>Entering the bedroom, Posey looks to her right to see Windy’s desktop humming quietly in the corner of the room.
>Taking a seat in the swivel chair and pressing the power button, the modern machine roars into life.

>>42266122
>>42266126
That's a real Posey.

>>42268616
Posey is always in style.

>>42274464
>>42274466
I hope Windy has kept the important photos safe...

>>42274632
We'll just have to wait and see if Windy will get over her fear.

>>42268616
Simply chud.

>>42277288
>88

>>42277663
I seem to always get the 88s

>>42278171
Impressive.

Goddammit Izzy, not again

>>42280249
So desperate that she has to run like Anon.

>>42279817
Damn those hips were made for bearing foals

>>42280696

https://youtu.be/E5q4UemEP-4
>MLP Infection AU
Disgusting
>MLP Infection AU but Posey's in it
Okay, now I'll watch your shitty AU

Our grumpy mare has taken up a summer job as a lifeguard at the local pool. May God help her if she has to actually save someone.

>>42281861
Interesting colors.

>>42274466
>The red pegasus fixed her gaze at the computer screen as Posey's hooves made a click clack sound against the plastic keys.
>With one final tap, the homepage changes into a page of daisies.
>Posey turns around to see Windy taking a few trots back.
>A photo of a yellow daisy pops up on the screen; the daisy’s wet petals glistening under an unseen light source.
>The pegasus shuffles in place at the sight of the bright flower.
>Another image pops up, it’s two cartoon daisies holding their leaf appandages like a couple.
>Windy eases up; even if it’s just a little bit, it is a start.
>Posey starts to feel pride build up, maybe this will be easier than expected.
>With one swift click of the right arrow key, the image changes into a boutique of daisies.
>All the ease Windy gains, quickly deflates as fear envelopes her.
“Windy, it’s just flowers. They won’t hurt you.”
>As Posey looks at Windy’s quivering form, her hoof taps on the keyboard again.
>Another image shows up, now a picture of a violet daisy with its petals starting out thick at the base, then curling up together down each petal, forming a spoon-like shape.
>Windy’s eyes widened before shutting them in fear from the sight of the weird looking flowers.
“Come on, Windy! You gotta get over that stupid fear of yours! I know you can do it! You just have to look!”
>A video pops on screen, this time it’s a whole bundle of daisies, all various types, blowing in the wind as a pony is talking about the plant’s species.
>Windy lets out a scream of terror at the sight, retreating farther away from the computer.
>”STOP!!!”
>A sigh of defeat comes from Posey’s mouth as she closes the window.
>Standing up and turning around, Posey looks at her friend’s cowering form.
>”Is it gone?”
“It’s gone.”
>Windy’s trembling weakens as her wings move back to her sides.
>”You need to leave.”
>Not knowing what to say from Windy’s shaky demand, the offended yellow mare quietly trots out of Windy’s room, leaving Windy to her own devices.
>The thought of Windy’s fear boggles Posey’s mind.
>The sight of her own cottage temporarily breaks her thoughts.
>She looks at the cottage before making her way inside.
“Maybe I can clear my head with some painting.”
>She trots to her art room via going through the dining room.
>Looking around the room, her gaze finds the white canvas laying against the wall.
>After grabbing the canvas and placing it on the easel, she makes her way over to the shelf where all of her paints are stored.
“What colors should I choose…”
>After grabbing her colors, she trots back to her canvas and splurts the paint onto her palette.
>With her paint brush in her mouth and the palette in her hoof, she begins to give the canvas long smooth strokes with her brush, occasionally looking at her window to the outside world for reference.

>>42283547
>After finishing, she trots back to admire her work.
>Then a wandering idea enters her train of thought, could painting be the key to Windy’s predicament?
“Only one way to find out.”
>Posey starts to gather all the needed essentials for a mobile art session.
>Finishing up packing her paints and brushes into a case, she places it near the front door.
“Alright, all I need is to get the portable easel and call Windy.”
>Along the way to grab the easel, Posey begins to think of a way to apologize for her behavior.
>Returning to her art room, she takes a left towards the art supply closet.
>Opening the slightly creaking door, Posey looks over to her right to see the black plastic easel folded up and leaning against the wall.
>She returns to the foyer with the easel in hoof, placing it against the art case.

>As the evening changes into night, the pegasus’ hooves clop against the wooden floor of her home.
>Making her way to the kitchen counter, she checks the calendar on the wall.
>”Okay, Wednesday is bringing the foals into the forest to learn about how to find their way to civilization, Saturday is the day when I’m critiquing Majesty The Queen in Manehatten, and next Tuesday is… to attend the Know Or Go gameshow with Posey…”
>Mentioning Posey stirs up memories of those previous hours with her forcefulness.
>Windy always wanted to get rid of her fear, but now after Posey’s stunt, she’s now not so sure if she will ever be free.
>A sigh leaves her mouth as she feels betrayed by her best friend.
>”I should probably call somepony else to see if they’re free for that show.”
>Picking up a pen with her wing, she marks out Posey’s name on the calendar.

Posey is the best character in G5, and nothing will change my mind

>>42283636
F A C T S

>>42283636
These two are great.

>>42283636
You're correct.

>>42283957
Indeed

>>42284355
>Posey gives Opaline a makeover while discussing Total Creature Death

>>42283957
Replace Posey with an aged Trixie, and it would be peak. Specifically, Trixie but older and with the Alicorn Amulet.

>>42243253

Izzy: “Cone head? Come up with a better insult, Mudpony.”

>>42243253
>Izzy holds back laughter at Posey’s futile attempt at an insult
Cone head? Come up with a better insult, Mudpony

>>42284783
>Posey gets shot
>Survives because Posey's unluckiness denies her the sweet release of death
>Calls Trixie the most vile racist terms to a hornhead to ever hear
>Trixie kills herself upon hearing this.

>>42284752
Trixie would be better than Allura.

I love this chud mare

>>42283550
>5:00 in the morning, anypony’s worst nightmare to wake up at.
>Posey knocks on Windy’s front door, hoping that she’ll answer.
>The front door swiftly opens.
>The yellow pony cringes upon seeing the bed-headed grumpy mare scowling at her.
“Morning Windy.”
>”What do you want, Posey?”
“Okay, why are you acting that way?”
>”Why!? You scared me to death yesterday! You should’ve known better than to show all those daisies to me that fast!”
>Posey was taken aback by Windy’s sudden snap back. She was going to retort, but stopped herself from making this situation from bad to worse.
“Windy… I’m sorry… I should’ve been more aware of how that your phobia affects you… If I could turn back time to slap myself for those decisions, I would…”
>The two stand there in silence, Posey looking at the ground with a depressed expression, and Windy still looking at her with disappointment and betrayal; as the birds chirp quietly around them.
“May we start over again? Because I really want to help you…”
>Windy looks from her strained friend to the art case on the porch.
>”Okay.”
>Posey’s face lifts up from Windy’s answer.
“I’ll make sure that this will not make you go into a panic!”
>Grabbing the case and easel, Posey makes her way inside Windy’s home.
>Setting the case down on the wooden floor, Posey unlatches the case to show a variety of paint tubes.
>Reaching to the bottom of the case, she picks up a folded plastic tarp.
>She puts her mouth on one of the corners and begins to spread out the tarp on the floor.
>”Posey, I’m not an artist. Remember when I told you about how I barely passed art class with a D-?”
>Posey finishes smoothing out the tarp and starts to stand the easel.
“You don’t have to be one of the greatest artists to ever live to paint your feelings onto a canvas.”
>With the finishing touches of putting the canvas on the easel, Posey stands back so Windy can paint.
>The pegasus stares at the blank canvas with uncertainty.
>”Just paint my feelings onto the canvas…”
>Windy reaches for a brush and dabs some paint on it.
>She slowly trots closer to the canvas, slowly pressing the tip against the linen surface.
>Posey watches intensely as each stroke from Windy’s brush glides with various shades of color against the canvas.
>After twenty minutes and one final brushstroke, Windy places the brush into the cup of murky paint water.
“That’s how you feel about daisies?”
>The painting is full of dark grays, reds, and yellows forming the shadowy shape of a huge daisy as the background while the foreground is an exaggerated shape of a carnation pink pegasus by itself.
>”Yes…”
>Reaching her hoof around Windy’s withers, Posey leans her head against Windy’s in support.
>Windy’s face forms into a small smile.

>>42285801
I doubt that Trixie would just kill herself over the most childish attempt at an insult.

Starlight? Maybe but certainly not Trixie.

>>42240282
What's her first order?

>>42292266
Total Unicorn Death

“Bucking Anon… Of all days to leave his phone at home, it has to be today.”
>Posey makes her way to the checkout to see if an employee is busy laundering about.
“Busy, busy, nopony’s there, busy, ah hah! There’s somepony! Hey mister, I need so-”
>Stopping in her tracks, she sees the teenage stallion turning around to show that he’s a unicorn.
>”Huh?”
“Eugh! I need your help. You see, my spearchucker of a husband is somewhere in this place, and I need YOU to use your intercom to call him!”
>The unicorn slowly blinks as if he’s in his own little world.
>”Why don’t you call him on your phone?”
“I don’t have time to answer your questions! Just do it or I’m leaving his ass here!”
>The teen turns around and presses a button right next to the mic.
>”Spearchucker, please come to checkout four. Somepony wants you up here…”
>His slow monotone voice croaks into silence as he turns around to the grumpy mare.
>The two horses stand there in awkward silence before the sound of hard hooves hitting against the tile floor.
>”I’m here, what’s going on? Is someone hurt?”
>Posey gives one look at the tall brown-coated and lets out a loud scoff.
“Who is this stallion?!”
>”You said you needed Spearchucker.”
>Posey felt her ears were going to shoot out steam from the unicorn’s mishearing.
“I said my spearchucker of a husband! You know! The type of ape a proper family would warn their foals about at the zoo!”
>The unicorn slowly blinks again, showing redness in his eyes.
“Are you bucking high?!”
>”...Yeah… want some Poison Joke?”
“NO!!!!”
>The unicorn flinches at Posey's harsh retort.
“Just do what I told you!”
>He frantically presses the intercom button. Upon pressing the button, his voice quivers with uneasiness from the rotten glares coming from the mare.
>”Spe-Spearchucking ape! P-P-Please come to checkout f-f-four! T-T-take your wife away from me!”
>A loud squeak against the floor causes the ponies to fold their ears in pain.
>That squeak is coming from no one other than Anon’s sneakers.
“There you are, you chimp! Where were you?!”
>”Sorry about that, dear. I saw that this st-”
“Save it!”
>Posey, using her teeth, grabs hold of Anon’s sleeves and pulls him.
“You’re helping me with these groceries!”
>The unicorn returns from his hiding spot under the cash register and lets out a sigh of relief.

>>42293709
Glad she's having some fun on the beach. She deserves something nice after all the shit she's been through.

>>42294813
Agreed.

Looks like Posey doesn't like flowers... At least roses...

>>42296074
The face of >rape

>>42296439
>payback against anon

>>42293709
I'm going to rub my special sunscreen all over her back.

>>42297906
She does need help since those hooves can only go so for, plus you get a nice view of the back of her mane

>>42296170
>minecraft

>>42298666
She's so hot in every mane style

Pretty shit drawing that was supposed to be a study of angled rooms, ended up as a small drawing of Posey.

>>42300053
This is good.

>>42300889
Dahlia falls in line.

>>42301183
As one should when in Posey's line of sight

>Izzy spots Posey from a distance and grins smugly.
Oi, get over here, you bloody wanker!
>Posey stares at her, dumbfounded and cross at the same time.
What do you want this time, Izzy?
>Izzy’s grin widens.
Just wanted to say that you’re a filthy, repulsive, and disgusting Mudpony, you tosser!
>steam comes out of Posey’s ears as Izzy holds back tears of laughter.

>>42301447
Bruv

>>42301447
Posey looks like she's going to vomit.

>>42292971
Posey is such a caring and protective wife. Also really cute little green, Anon.

>>42302277
I uh....dammit you caught me Posey

>>42303136

>>42302784
Awesome edit, feels very emolike

If G4 (FiM) couldn’t get the rights for Posey, then how did G5 get it?

>>42304175

>>42305004
>Posey: "It's simple, if it got a dick, it's a stallion"
POSEY!!! You can't say that on a Pride Month!!!

>>42305176
"No way!"
Damn, she knows.

>>42304562
They worked around it by trademarking Posey Bloom; before that, the only characters they had their trademarks still in use by the g4 rolled around was Spike and Applejack.

>>42306986
Nice, undoubtedly a bigger rear you gave her than the show ever did

>>42307179
I found it in the archive.

Here is Posey in her natural state.

>>42308994
Posey, you can't say that!

>>42309124
What? She’s just whinnying.

>>42309323
She's saying it in horse talk

>>42308198
>passionate about Austrian paintings

>>42310102
>often the only watcher in empty theatre airing documentary movies about World War 2 leaders

Uh huh.... Posey?

She's about to lose it

>>42310498
I like it. So I made my own version.

>>42311113
Looks like a professional photoshoot.

>>42310916
Posey's face when she keeps seeing Anons posting >>42310802 and IWTCIPB

>>42311594
Thanks anon, that's the point.

>>42310916
Like always.

time for to boil potatsey

Mare Fair 2025 better have another Posey panel

>>42317600
How do I attend Mare Fare?

>>42309485
Saying what lol?

>Ponyville, home of the elements of harmony, is a great place to live or it was until that Twilight thought it was a fantastic idea to interact with the other creatures.
>Posey’s been living in the countryside away from Ponyville ever since her parents moved here, so she’s been blessed to not be bothered with any griffons trying to scam her or braindead yaks destroying her cottage.
>But now she has another problem on her hooves, she was supposed to be getting a letter today from a friend of hers.
>There was this new-fangled device called a telephone that was just invented, but she and new-age tech never got along.
>Sitting in the lounge chair, she taps your hooves on the hardwood floor; she’s getting kinda antsy.
>She doesn't know why, but she just knows something’s going to happen, and it’s going to happen to her.
>Deciding to close her eyes, she tries to get rid of this feeling of dread while the clock on the wall ticks.
>Then, a sound invades her ear. She swivels her ears to try to determine what it is and where it’s coming from.
>The sound, it’s an awful rumbling sound.
“No way it’s a stampede. They don’t run through here…”
>She says to no one in particular as the floor begins to rumble.
>A new sound joins the fray, a type of growling sound.
“I swear to Celestia if it’s a chimera, I’m going to write a strongly worded letter to Fluttershy to ke-”
>Her sentence is interrupted as the sound is getting louder.
>Sweat begins to drip from her forehead as the growling is now outside of her cottage and then, the sound splutters and stops.
>A loud metallic slam of steel sheets hitting each other rings out.
>”Fucking shit.”
“That’s the sound of a pony, could’ve he gotten rid of that beast? He doesn’t sound so pleased…”
>Posey peaks her head through the window shutters to a horrific sight.
>Outside of her cottage are three monsters, two of them are ape-like creatures walking on two limbs and wearing weird clothing, and the other is a big metallicly beast. The only way Posey can describe it is like somepony made a drivable wagon out of metal, and its tires rubbery compared to the wooden ones.
>A scream coming from the cottage attracts the attention of the alien apes.
>>”What the hell was that?”
>”Must be someone that’s hurt. You go on and replace the tire, I’m going to check to see if she’s alright.”
>The ape-creature rolls his eyes at his comrade and continues his work.
>The other ape takes a quick glance at the small garden to his left while making his way to the cottage.
>Upon reaching the front door, he raises his fist and knocks it against the oak wood door.
>No answer.

>>42318141
>Another knock.
>No answer.
>The ape raises his hand again to give the door one more knock.
>The door immediately opens to the sight of a mare, standing on her hind hooves, wildly swinging a frying pan around.
>“Oh shit!”
>The alien yells as he backs away from the crazy mare.
>>”Anon! What the hell’s going on?!”
“GET OFF OF MY PROPERTY!!!”
>Posey screams at the top of her lungs.
>Accidently his foot out, Anon trips the awkwardly running mare over.
>Posey hits the ground with a thud while the pan bounces on the floor to a stop.
>With Anon’s quick thinking, he kicks the pan to make sure Posey doesn’t get it.
>”Alright, now are we going to talk like normal people or not?”
“Why should I?! You’re on my property!”
>>”It’s not, as by law, this is considered a public road.”
“SHUT UP!”
>Posey screams as the ape rolls his eyes while working on the flat tire.
“JUST WHAT IN CELESTIA’S BIG REAR ARE YOU?!?”
>”I’m Anon Y. Mous, and that’s Incog N. Ito. We are Motor Transport Operators under the World Coalition Force of Planet Earth. You must’ve read about our arrival in the paper.”
“Not only abominations, but also aliens!”
>>”Guess we could say the same for your kind, horse.”
“It’s Posey Bloom, and I’m a pony!”
>Posey growls at Incog as she starts to trot up to him.
>Anon puts his hands up in a ‘woah woah’ gesture as he stands inbetween Posey Bloom and Incog.
>”Don’t listen to him, he’s just grumpy that we’re lost our way to Ponyville.
>>”We wouldn’t be lost if you'd let me drive.”
>”Not helping, Incog.”
>Posey’s face squints at Anon, not impressed at the human’s mistake.
“Iike I help such vile beasts!”
>”Well, I guess we’ll just have to sit here and wait until someone else comes by.
>Posey’s eyes shoot open at the idea of having these two apes and their mechanical beast blocking not only the road, but also her view of nature.
“Ponyville is 20 miles down southwest. You take a right 7 miles back and then you take another right. NOW LEAVE.”
>>”We are now. Come on, Anon, the sooner we get there, the sooner I can return to the PX.”
>”Coming!”
>Anon turns around to look at the yellow mare and smile.
>”Thank you for the help, and I’m so sorry for the inconvenience."
>Posey lets out a huff and looks away at the soldier.
“Oh please! I only helped you so you can get out of here.”
>>”Move your ass, Anon!”
>Anon lightly jogging up to the passenger side of the 18 wheeler and hops in.
>Setting it in reverse, the big rig lets out a harsh beep as it backs down the road.
>After the beeping subsides, Posey trots back to her cottage as she begins to think about the two aliens.
>Even though she didn’t like the aliens, she would rather have to deal with Anon than a yak or that Incog.

>>42318079
You purchase a ticket and then travel to the mythical city of Orlando, Florida.

>>42319589
Always boop your Posey

>>42319993
She's been bopped so much her snout has gotten shorter

>>42321013
>>42321209
Now, you've gotten me curious. Could it possibly a new animation being made?

>>42321280
It's not new.

>>42319081
Oh…..

Too bad I’m focusing my money on Evangelion merch.

>>42319589
>>42319993
I boop my Posey, that Posey, every day.

>>42321280
I can do that in 3D and 2D.
In 3D it's easy, in 2D I'm still learning...

>>42305176
>Posey: "It's simple, if it got a dick, it's a stallion"
Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. And if it’s got a cunt, it’s a mare.

Posey : [exists]

Misty Brightdawn: “You dare breathe the same air as me, you Mudpony parasite?”

Posey: [exists]

Misty Brightdawn: “You dare breathe the same air as me, you Mudpony parasite?”

>>42321864
Don't kid yourself, anon... We both know that Misty wouldn't even be able to speak to her.

>>42321864
>>42302809

>>42321839
Look at her go.

>>42322711

>>42321983
This is true.

>>42326541
Cursed as hell

>>42327021
Indeed.

>>42328132
I sometimes forget that Pipp is short.

>>42328132
God, I wish I was holding Posey's hoof

>>42330392
>the last privately owned plot of land in town

>>42330438
With dangerously close trespassers.

>>42325442
Why does she have a bald spot?

>>42330999
it's called a part libtard

>>42330999
Stress.

>>42330999
Mare pattern baldness

>>42331842
Hehehehe

>>42331842
Nice.

>>42331505
To be fair, her hair seems kind of on the thin side.

>>42331842
sniff Posey's bald spot
lick Posey's bald spot
kiss and caress Posey's bald spot

>>42333406
Based.

>>42331350
Very chudmare.

>>42335640
Just two grumpy mares waiting for their food.

>>42335726
It's late.

>>42334882
>Izzy and Misty see Posey’s balding head and fail to hold back tears of laughter
>”Have you looked into a Mirror?” Izzy giggled.
>Posey’s face reddens

>>42336419

>>42337014
Izzy would roast Posey 24/7

>>42336580
>Izzy and Misty die laughing

>>42337259

>>42337655
I don’t get it. There aren’t any zebras in G5.

>>42337655
Posey, my chuditional marewife.

>>42337785
M*sty is a clear descendant.

Who would out-bitch who, Posey, Gilda, Suri Polomare, Starlight Glimmer, or Spoiled Rich?

>>42338791
Suri out-bitches them all.

>>42339977
>>42339732
Nice drawings!

>>42339158
>gives Posey the middle finger

>>42338623
Hairstyle doesn’t link to any bloodline.

>>42326541
Izzy Moonbow using Polyjuice Potion to disguise herself as Posey

>>42340691
Oh, but it does.

>>42341956
Pretty mare!

>>42343826
Pretty chudmare.

>>42345654
>"Turn off that damn alarm, monkey!"

>>42349083
>"Spaghetti? We grow potatoes here Izzy you horn headed invader!"

>>42349535

>>42350023
Dirty horn heads and their dirty invasion of trying to get rid of earth pony culture

>>42248526
Cutie but yeah, her MYM hairstyle is so ugly, at least not-Posey like

>>42350156
Wasn't MYM Posey introduced first?

>>42350659
No, she was introduced in TYT first, "Welcome to Mane Melody." I assume her 3D model was rushed so the episode will air.

>>42350848
I had no idea.

>>42353941
>Showing hooves
Lewd

>>42356442
Posey's tired of Maretime Bay's bullshit. I can't blame her if she has to deal with Izzy everyday

>>42356464
She didn't used to, you know.