The pen is mightier than the sword, but the nuclear bomb's got them both beat.

Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”

One of these days we'll form a union, and get the fair and equitable treatment we deserve. Then we'll go too far, and become corrupt and shiftless, and the Japonies will eat us alive.

Don't mind me, I'm just sitting here and working on stories with a religious fervor.

I have Rainbow Dash's head. Give me monies or you'll never see it again. Except in the photos I send you of me molesting it with my futa parts.

Why are you reading this?

If you like my stories, feel free to join me on Patreon.

Proof that I'm not dead. I was just in a slumber, waiting for reason to rise again. I might have found that reason.

God, I'm so sorry.

Death God

pony-writer/pornographer looking for work. old stories undeleted. i'm sorry. Patreon here

Writing the stories you didn't know you wanted. I think.

Just a pile of meat and chemicals that writes romantic, comedic and sexual stories and comics.