This all started at the party, or masquerade, to be precise. I was dressing up as Pinkie Pie. I love her for all the fun she incite at the slightest hint, all the antics. Now I had been branded, cursed to carry her along with me. I can’t complain
I just recently started to write stories directly towards the FiM actively, though I have been writing for years, publishing numerous stories at Mibba and the eventual pony story, as far as to the MLP