This page is for the lewd and depraved writing concocted by Septia. Naturally, only the pony related gets posted here. For the rest of my work, head to my Eka's or FurAffinity.
Always comfortable to know that I have access to the backdoor. That whatever dreadful occasions take place in the bow, there remains an alternative, a space of safety to indulge in when all goes poorly. As long as I don't lose the key, that is.
Rest for a while, and then rest some more, when you are ready, take that step out the door. Walk around the block, and then walk one more, remember your path back to the door. Is it the same?
We have a new story today, though not new in the traditional sense, it was made for the Twisted Fate pony vore artpack a year ago, but now it is freely available, so posting it publicly~.
Once I thought I could overpower nature, that I could fight the tides, and bring ruin to the typhoon, that I with my own determination could bend the sea and carve the path of the moon. Though with every year, with every month, every day, my grasp falters, and nature stands as tall: the snake coils around me, choking. But I still clutch my dagger...
Wayward soul who seeks solace, find your way to me, find your way through cold and sorrows, find your way to me. Find your way through dreadful waters, find your way to me. Find the path that few have tread, find your way to me. Find your way through your own strength, find your way to me. Find companions to share the journey, find your way to me.