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Septia


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.

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  • Saturday
    Evaluateion in comfort

    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.

    Happy Filthy Friday~.

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  • 1 week
    The Promised Sleep Kept

    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?

    Happy Filthy Friday~.

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  • 2 weeks
    The Canary Conviction

    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~.


    ~ ~

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  • 3 weeks
    Tattle on a Tail

    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...

    Happy Filthy Friday~.

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  • 4 weeks
    The weary folds

    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.

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Sep
13th
2019

Oh, whoops, wasn't supposed to be here · 10:43pm Sep 13th, 2019

Thus the time of change comes, the world alters around us. Each step, each decision, we mould it. And it turn, it moulds our vessel. But, that is only what the world interacts with, our masks. There is something deeper, the roots that fuel the high crowns of verdant splendor, something our decisions merely scratch the surface to.
Yet, in time, even that can wear.

Happy Filthy Friday the 13th~.

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