I was reminded recently of a very useful tip for writing, or for any creative endeavor. Even if you know an idea won't pan out as a top-notch story, even if it's just one thought or a single scene, there can still be a lot to gain from writing out a quick draft with it. At the very least, you'll probably end up with some interesting bits you can use elsewhere! Take this for example:

My name is Princess Twilight Sparkle. I was born three months and six days ago.

It was nighttime when I awoke. My friends were there.

I didn’t realize what had happened at first, so swept up in the magic of the moment. I had done it! I’d completed the unfinished masterpiece of Star Swirl the Bearded himself, and I’d made Princess Celestia proud.

And then, as if the evening couldn’t have gotten any better, I found out that not only had I transformed myself into an alicorn, I’d become a princess myself. Me, a princess! Every young filly dreams of becoming a princess one day. I certainly had; from the moment I’d seen Princess Celestia raise the sun, I’d wanted to become just like her.

Of course, most fillies eventually give up on that dream and move on to more mundane aspirations, for one very good reason: It’s impossible. A pony can’t change her race any more than she can change her cutie mark. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

The next month was a whirlwind of activity. I was shipped off to Canterlot, fitted for a beautiful new royal regalia--courtesy of Rarity, of course--and introduced to the world as Princess Twilight Sparkle. I got my own set of guards, my own section of the palace, and they’re even starting construction on a Twilight Sparkle wing in the Canterlot archives! But even with all that going on, most of my time was spent in the best way it possibly could be: with my friends. I can honestly say that it was the happiest month of my life.

There have only been two others to compare it to, so there wasn’t exactly much competition. But I’m getting ahead of myself again.

It wasn’t until the middle of my second month as a princess that I started thinking back to before my transformation. I don’t know what set my mind going in that direction, but one quiet night after my friends had gone to bed, the thought struck me: What had happened to me, really?

Nothing in the spell mentioned growing wings. Nothing had warned me that I’d become a princess, that my whole life would be turned upside-down. All it had said was that I would fulfill my destiny. But what had my destiny been?

I opened Star Swirl’s book again. I poured through its pages and reread each word, the old and the new. I traced and retraced every detail of the spell, followed every path that it described, and every time, it ended with the answer that I had been dreading. I cast my memory back, reliving the moment again and again, searching for some detail that would let me deny what had happened.

It was an incredible moment. I’ll never forget the feeling of friendship. My friends were there with me, and they were more than with me. I don’t think I can really describe it, but try to imagine being caught in a big group hug with all your best friends, and then multiply that by a thousand. I felt like I had never been lonely in my life, and I never could be, because they had always been there with me, and always would be.

But what was truly amazing was the magic that came from it. Ponies have always said that friendship is magic, and yes, we’ve found many ways to use the bonds between ponies as powerful magical conduits, but nobody had ever found a way to actually create magic directly from friendship. Until now. Now there was an infinite wellspring of it pouring into me, as fast as I could drink it in. More than I had ever touched before. More than any one pony could possibly need. More than any one pony could possibly contain.

I never saw the scorch mark. Spike had cleaned it off the floor of the library by the time I got a chance to return there. I’ve been told, though, that it was in the shape of my cutie mark. A fitting tribute to the late Twilight Sparkle, though I might have preferred something more permanent.

I suppose that’s where I come in.

The soul that had once been Twilight Sparkle was met on the other side of the veil by the image of her beloved mentor, Princess Celestia. I don’t know if it was truly her, or an illusion conjured up in my own mind. I’ve been meaning to ask her, but there never seems to be a good time to bring up a subject like that. What a nice party, by the way, remember that time when I was dead?

Regardless, we walked together there, traversing the hallway of what my life had been. My joys and sorrows, my successes and failures, they were all there. Things that I had forgotten or tried to forget, and things that no pony but me should ever be privy to, it was all laid bare before us.

I was judged in that place. Of that, I have no doubt. Whether it was by Princess Celestia, or by some even greater power, I do not know. What I do know is that, by some great cosmic fluke, I was deemed worthy of the life I had lost, and of the power I had awakened.

But no pony may pass three times through the veil. This, I also know. Birth and death are two sides of one immutable coin, and never shall there be a third. Twilight Sparkle would never return to Equestria. Her destiny had been fulfilled, and her story was over.

I wonder now if that had always been Princess Celestia’s intent. To craft within a mortal pony a soul that could become an immortal. To raise a unicorn who could give rise to an alicorn. I can bear her no ill will for it, but the more I think about it, the stronger my suspicion becomes that she had known all along that this would be my fate.

Twilight Sparkle’s destiny had been to die. To die, so that I could be born.

Her soul was reshaped, molded to fit a new body, and a new destiny. There was no pain--I don’t think that such a thing as pain exists on that side of the veil--but it was an utterly disconcerting process to say the least. Her mind survived intact, as far as I know, and it and her memories are now with me, and of me. I am what she became. A second iteration, if you will.

My name is Princess Twilight Sparkle. I was born three months and six days ago, on the day that Twilight Sparkle died.

Not bad. I gave the idea a chance, and I not only got a neat little short to share on my blog, it lead me to a few much more interesting ideas. Like, what if her memories hadn't survived intact? What if she had come back missing memories, or even better, with memories that weren't her own? Now we're onto something way cooler than just Twilight suffering an identity crisis because of her reincarnation.

The first thing that greeted the purple mare, however, was not on any of her checklists. (At least, none of the ones she had brought with her.) Not a hundred feet from the door of her library lay a forlorn-looking heap of cerulean blue. A six-colored mane was matted damply against its coat with what might have been blood, and a wing jutted unnaturally from the pile like a tattered flag.

S2E16: Barely a week after publishing the story, this happens.

Twilight watched with a growing mixture of horror and fascination as, one by one, the reflections joined in with their own tunes. Soon, the room was filled with the joyous sounds of a Pinkie Pie musical number, starring Pinkie Pie, with Pinkie Pie providing the background vocals.

S3E03: Fun?

"You don't usually take that much time unless Trixie sneaks into your room at night to challenge you to... whatever it is you two do in there..."

S3E5: A magic duel! Of course that's what I meant.

"Oh no you don't!" Twilight's magically-enhanced voice echoed deafeningly off the walls of the tiny room. A fearful "eep" vanished under the bed, taking a yellow pegasus with it, but the sound was drowned out by the alicorn's tirade. "Fluttershy is the kindest, most innocent pony I know, and more importantly, she's my friend! And I'm not going to let some human she just met sweet-talk his way into her bedroom just so he can... so he can..."

S3E10: Hopefully, this is the closest we'll ever see to a human in Equestria.

Her brush made its way down her crest, teasing away the quandaries, and onto her wings. She lifted them absently to reach-

Wait, wings?

S3E13: Obviously, it was going to be one of those days.

"Rejoice, citizens of Ponyville, for the time of darkness has passed! From this moment forward, the daylight will be eternal! Rejoice and give praise to your goddess, Queen Inferno Blaze!"

S4E??: They wouldn't. Would they?

A sequel, of sorts, to Dear Princess Luna.

"You can't be serious, Luna." Celestia eyed her sister skeptically. "You want to go galloping off back to the moon because of... a dream?"

"A vision," Luna corrected for what seemed like the hundredth time. "This was no flight of fancy spawned of my own imagination." She stomped her hoof when her sister's dubious expression failed to evaporate. "I, of all ponies, would know the difference, Celestia."

"So I would expect. But I also expected that you would know the difference between classical and modern Equestrian within a year of your return."

Luna's face darkened for a moment. "We shall not speak of that incident."

"Regardless, the point is that there is far too much work to be done now for either of us to be out chasing dreams."

"Visions!" Luna snapped, almost shouting. "Put yourself in my shoes for a moment, sister. What would you do if your beloved sun had sent you that message? Would you not want to investigate? Would you leave its plea unanswered? Perhaps you've become that cold, sister, but I have not!"

Celestia sighed heavily. "Very well, Luna. I can see that I will not be able to talk you out of this." She leaned her head in to nuzzle her little sister. "I will arrange for your absence. But please come back to us soon."

"I do not know what I will find there... how long it might be..." Luna returned the nuzzle uncertainly.

"Equestria will be here when you return, whenever that may be. Just please, return as soon as you can.  Our little ponies will miss you. And... I will miss you."

"I will," Luna promised. "And I will miss you too, sister." Without another word, she galloped to the balcony they shared and spread her dusky wings, soaring silently into the air.

Celestia watched her go, shaking her head. She had seen the look of determination Luna wore before, but not on her. No, that was a look she had seen on every blushing mare and nervously shuffling stallion who had ever come to seek her blessing for their union.

Her sister was in love.

The touch of Luna's hooves was light, even tentative, as she made her landing on the lunar surface. Her wings beat against air that wasn't there, creating a magical draft that sent moon dust spinning off into tiny whirlwinds before settling back onto the barren rock.

All was quiet. As it had always been. She had to fight back a momentary panic as memories of her time imprisoned there jumped to the surface. But she wasn't trapped this time, she reminded herself.

"Hello? Um... Moon?" Her voice sounded tinny and far away in her ears without the air to carry it. She listened for a moment, but only echoes returned to her along the ley lines.

Moon... moon... moon...

She began to feel a little silly, and more than a little alone. "Are you there, Moon? I... got your letter."

Letter... letter... letter...

"I just came to... to see you. To be with you again. I... I missed you too, Moon."

Moon... moon... moon...

Luna's ears drooped a bit as nothing but echoes answered. Maybe she had dreamed it after all. Maybe... no. She refused to believe that. It had seemed so real. More than real, even. The moon had called out to her. It had!

Then she felt it: a faint touch of thought, the slightest hint of emotion. She would have missed it, had she not been looking for it. But it was unmistakable. It was love.

The moon loved her.

"Oh, Moon!" Luna cried, throwing herself to the ground to wrap the celestial body in a joyous embrace. "I love you too!"

Twilight Sparkle took her eye from the telescope, breaking her gaze away from the sight of the Princess of the Night splayed out on the lunar surface in a futile attempt to hug a chunk of rock thousands of times her size. Turning to her mentor with a question on her tongue, she suddenly found herself lost for the words to express it. She settled, instead, for quirking an eyebrow incredulously.

Somehow, that single gesture seemed to communicate everything that need to be said. Celestia responded in kind, with a single gesture: she shrugged her great white wings, then returned to the stacks of paperwork she'd need to prepare for the inevitable wedding.

Luna x Moon is now a thing. Just don't ask about foals. Seriously, don't. You don't want to know, and she doesn't need to get the idea into her head.

So I went and checked out Thirty Minute Pony Stories. What a fun idea! The last prompt ended hours ago, but I decided to try it anyway. 500 words in 30 minutes is actually pretty good for me. I usually obsess over rewriting and revising, and end up going much slower.

In other news, I've got a chapter of Perfect For Me and a princest clopfic battling for space in my head right now. (No, you don't get to pick. Sadly, nobody but inspiration and impulse can tell me which one gets written first and when. Still working on that discipline thing...)

Dear Princess Luna,

Hi. It’s me. I miss you.

I know it was a little rough at first, when your sister threw us together. We’d always known each other, always admired each other from afar... I hope I’m not presuming too much by saying that. But maybe it was too soon for you. Maybe it was too fast? But she must have thought it would be for the best, and well, it really didn’t turn out that badly, did it?

You were so angry when you first arrived. I remember you stomping around, yelling down at her and lashing out at anything that got in your way with your magic. I admit, it hurt me a little. But I knew that, inside, you were the one who were hurt the most. I’m sure Celestia knew too. So I waited patiently for you to calm down. Patience is something I’ve always had a lot of.

Eventually, you did. I wish I could have talked to you then, tried to cheer you up. I wanted to tell you how much I had always appreciated you. Admired you. How I had always wanted to get closer to you, even though you pushed me away every time I tried. I wanted to say all those things to you, but...

Well, you know.

It took time, but you got used to being here with me. You started to talk to me. I listened to everything you said, you know, even though I didn’t have any answers for you. I felt for you, I truly did. I know what it’s like to be ignored most of the time. To be invisible in the light of an older sister. I know what it’s like to be eclipsed.

Hah.

I miss those times, just listening to you talk, laying against me with the stars around you. And the times after, as you really opened up to me. I miss how we played. I miss the feeling of your hooves on me. I’d never held another pony, and I don’t think I could ever hold any pony but you. You and I...

I’d like to say we have a special connection. That’s not presuming too much, is it?

What went wrong, Luna? You started getting so angry again. Did you really just miss the other ponies? Your home? Or was it something I did? I tried to keep you happy. I gave you everything I could, even though it wasn’t much. Maybe it wasn’t enough, in the end. Maybe you wanted other ponies’ love more than you wanted mine.

When those four stars came... I knew it was over. I knew they were there to take you away. And they did, but that wasn’t what hurt the most. What hurt the most was how you just kept looking forward, never back at me. And you didn’t shed a single tear for our parting.

You didn’t even say goodbye, Luna. But I did... even if you couldn’t hear it.

I don’t know why I wrote all this to you. I guess I just wanted to finally tell you what I couldn’t then, that those were the best thousand years of my life. And that I miss you.

Please come back someday. Even if it’s just to visit. I love you.

Yours truly,

The Moon

I've made the last of my revisions, photochopped together a title image, and hit the submit button. All in all, I'm incredibly proud of this story. There are as many reasons to hate it as to love it, but I personally feel that it's my best work so far. Not my most appealing to general audiences, and far from the playful tone that's drawn most of my followers so far, but absolutely my best.

But may Celestia have mercy on me, because I know the people who read it won't.

Call it a manic phase if you will. I've been more irritable, more easily distracted, and way more stressed out over everything lately. But alongside that, I've also been more creative and more inclined to put my ideas to paper. I'm going to chalk it up to a net win, because combined with my resolution to be okay with writing things that weren't Perfect For Me, it's resulted in a new publishable story. I've titled it "Guilty as Charged", and it's currently in the phase where I go back to my first draft and try to make improvements wherever I can. (Normally this would be an editing phase, but I still haven't gotten the hang of this "rough draft" thing. I still edit way too much as I go, instead of getting the story out first and prettying it up later.)

Some of you might have seen me mention in the comments of my last blog post that I had high hopes for a particularly dark one-shot story that was bouncing around in my head. This is that story. It is, of course, my personal favorite kind of dark story. There's no gore. There's no violence. While sex plays a very big role in the plot, there are no lurid descriptions of sexual encounters (unless you consider "and then they had sex" to be explicit, in which case there's really no help for you). There are no villains, and no terrible creatures of nightmare lurking in the shadows.

Sometimes the only monsters are ourselves. Sometimes the real horrors are acts we commit with the purest of intentions. If you aren't afraid of gray areas, you just might enjoy this story. I certainly did. I'll leave you with a teaser while I finish it up: the plea of the accused.

Mares and stallions, I stand before you accused of a terrible crime. But for now, I want you to see me not as a criminal, but as a simple stallion, no different than any of you. I could tell you that I’m guilty, or I could tell you that I’m innocent, and that could be that. Either might be true, but neither is the whole truth.

Mares and stallions, this is not a plea for mercy. I only ask that, before you judge me, you understand me. No pony is born a criminal. And I didn't just wake up one morning and think to myself, “Today, I will kill Twilight Sparkle.”

Don't ask. It's not that I don't want to talk about it. I actually really do want to talk about it, I just can't pin down exactly what the hell happened well enough to describe it to someone else. Believe me, I've spent the past few weeks throwing away drafts of posts trying to explain it, but it would probably help if I could even explain it to myself first.

Here's the short version: Nothing happened. Nothing at all. And yet, somehow, out of fucking nowhere, I developed a terrible case of head-fucked. I don't even know, but all I've been able to do for the past... I don't even know how many months anymore, but all I've been able to do is just survive. Every time I try to push myself to do something productive, my brain just quietly rearranges itself into a configuration where I was going to do some stupid thing like play games instead (and don't think I don't notice, you bastard). So I'm just sitting here with piles of random anxiety, guilt over projects unfinished, and some video game or another up on my screen... which doesn't exactly do wonders for the guilt part either.

But let me make one thing very clear: Perfect For Me will not be canceled. Ever. However long it takes me to finish it, it will be finished someday. If I have to take the final chapters to my grave with me, I'll goddamn well come back and haunt FIMFiction until I've written and posted the last one. I've abandoned too many projects already in my life, and it is not. Happening. Again. I'll find a way to complete each and every one of my unfinished projects for the pony community, and fight this... whatever the hell it is. Head-fuckedupness.

It just might not be tomorrow. Or this month. But dammit, it'll happen.

I think the first step is to stop filing away perfectly good ideas for other short stories in the "later" bin because I would feel too guilty about working on that instead of Perfect For Me. Maybe some more variety will do me good, who knows. If I finish anything, you all will be the first to know.

Oh, I do have a non-pony-related short I can share, if anyone's interested. I swear it actually isn't MLP-inspired. I did nick a little something from a favorite ongoing fic of mine, though.

Menharin's Story (Dungeons and Dragons)

Starting up a D&D campaign, my fiance insisted that every DM should have an NPC of their own to play. I said I'd have my hands full running the campaign. So I offered a compromise: I would play her character's horse. This is his account of their meeting.

        Twilight Sparkle stepped forward, and was.

        She blinked, both from the sudden light, and from surprise. It’s not every day, after all, that you suddenly find yourself existing. In fact, it was an entirely new experience for the young mare.

        Or... was it? She shook her head, tossing her mane, trying to clear the fog from her mind. Facts seemed to appear as she searched for them, like a bridge building itself to meet her hooves, each one fitting itself into place just before she could find it missing and stumble into confusion.

        I am Twilight Sparkle.

        I am the personal protege of Princess Celestia of Equestria.

        “It... worked?” A voice came from her left. She ignored it. This was important.

        I live in the Ponyville Library with my assistant, Spike.

        I have five wonderful friends.

        “Um... hello?” The voice came again. It was annoyingly familiar, like something she should be able to recognize. It distracted her. She gritted her teeth, and started over.

        I am Twilight Sparkle.

        I am the personal protege of Princess Celestia of Equestria.

        “Are... are you okay? Spike, help me find Advanced Mirror Magic. It should be in the pile somewhere.” Stupid distracting voice. Where was she? Spike, Spike... ah, right.

        I live in the Ponyville Library with my assistant, Spike.

        “Oh, where is it?” the voice groaned in frustration. “This isn’t good! If I can’t fix this this quickly, I won’t get to go stargazing, and I’ll be late to my friends’ party!” Yes. Friends.

        I have five wonderful friends.

        “Oh, here it is! Let’s see, page 253... oh no, did I write that rune backwards? That might put one of us in a catatonic state. But I’m sure I triple checked it at least once!” The voice grew closer again. “Hey, are you awake? Can you move, or talk?”

        Twilight ground her teeth. There was no way she could concentrate with this constant noise. She turned her head to the side, preparing to berate--

        Herself.

        “Wh-wha?” she stammered. “Who are you?”

        The other purple unicorn perked up, the worry disappearing from her face. “Oh, you’re okay! It did work! I’m you. I mean, you’re me. I mean, we’re... us. Ourselves. Who are each other.”

        I am Twilight Sparkle.

        Twilight stared blankly at her for a moment. “No you aren’t. I’m me. You’re... not me. Obviously. Because I’m me, and that means you can’t be me.”

        The other mare shook her head. “We’re both me! Don’t you remember? I... we... created a spell that let us--I mean me--become us! So that one of me could watch the planets coming into near-perfect alignment, and the other could go to my friends’ party! Oh, Princess Celestia is going to be so proud of me when I show her...”

        Twilight looked slowly around the room. There were three mirrors in the room, arranged in a triangular setup. The faint hint of ozone in the air spoke of a powerful spell having just been cast. But she couldn’t remember what it had been.

        “Oh, there’s no time for this. Congratulations, you get to go stargazing!”

Twilight found herself suddenly lifted into the air with her own magic. She flailed her legs to no avail. A moment later, her hooves came into contact with her upper balcony. She stared down at her doppelganger.

“I’ve got to get going, or I’ll be late,” the other unicorn called up to her. “Have fun for me!”

I am Twilight Sparkle.

Then the other was gone, trotting out the door, pulling on a simple yellow dress as she went.

        Twilight Sparkle stared after... herself. Then she turned and, in a daze, walked out to her telescope.

        I am Twilight Sparkle.

        The telescope sat unused before her. She knew something wasn’t right. She knew who she was. She knew who her parents were, and that she had a wonderful big brother. She knew they had a big home in Canterlot, and she knew that sometimes, Princess Cadence--the best foalsitter in the history of forever!--came to visit.

        I am the personal protege of Princess Celestia of Equestria.

        She knew that she had always loved learning and knowledge. She knew that she’d seen Princess Celestia at the Summer Sun Celebration, and instantly fallen in love with her beauty, majesty, and power. She knew that she’d swore on that day that she would grow up to be just like the Princess. She knew that her parents had enrolled her in Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. She knew that she had passed the entrance exam with flying colors, earning not only her cutie mark, but the personal attention of the Princess herself.

        “Do you, uh... need anything? Before I go to bed?”

        I live in the Ponyville Library with my assistant, Spike.

        Her silence answered the baby dragon, and he left her alone without another word.

        She knew that Spike had been put under her care as she grew older. She knew that she had become Princess Celestia’s faithful student, earning her mentor’s respect and confidence. She knew that she’d been sent to Ponyville, under the pretense of checking on the preparation for that year’s Summer Sun Celebration, to harness the power of the Elements of Harmony and bring about the defeat of Nightmare Moon.

        I have five wonderful friends.

        She knew that she’d met Applejack, the honest and hardworking cowpony. She knew that she’d met Rainbow Dash, the loyal and athletic weather pegasus. She knew that she’d met Rarity, the generous and noble seamstress. She knew that she’d met Fluttershy, the kind and gentle caretaker of animals. She knew that she’d met Pinkie Pie, the lighthearted and energetic baker. She knew that she’d saved Equestria with those five at her side.

        So why couldn’t she remember any of it? Her mind was a void, a great blank expanse of missing memories, and she traveled across it with only the thin bridges of knowledge to support her unsteady hooves, searching for the faintest scrap of recollection. Trying to remember anything that had happened before she stepped into the world.

        I am Twilight Sparkle.

        “Special delivery for Twilight Sparkle!”

        “GAH!” Twilight jumped, whipping around to face her attacker.

        A blond, grey-coated pegasus mare hovered in the air before her, with a package and a slightly apologetic look. She knew it was Derpy. She didn’t remember how she knew.

        “I am Twilight Sparkle,” she snapped, with a bit more force than she intended. The pegasus simply grinned.

        “Of course you are! So this package is for you. Please sign.” A clipboard was produced from the mare’s saddlebag after Twilight took the package in her magic. Twilight lifted one of her quills from beside the telescope before realizing that she didn’t have any ink.

        “Argh. Just a moment.” She closed her eyes, preparing a simple spell to teleport her inkwell to herself. She had left it...

        She couldn’t remember.

A spark of anger flared to life inside her. Her eyes snapped open and she lashed out with her magic. A gash appeared across the paper before her, the edges of the tear curling outward and smouldering red with the heat.

Derpy fell back, landing on the balcony with a thump. The clipboard landed with a sharp crack, dropped from her mouth.

“Go away!” Twilight shouted.

Shock and hurt registered on the other mare’s face. Then Twilight lit her horn again, and the emotions were replaced by naked fear. With a cry, the hapless pegasus took to the air, her unsteady, weaving flight taking her quickly away from the library.

        Twilight Sparkle lay down in the cold, empty night to sulk. And to try to remember.

Just a little thought that's been bouncing around in my head awhile: What if Twilight had created an evil twin? Or, because "evil" such a shallow, boring concept, what if the twin wasn't evil, just... angry, hurt, and confused? What if, in her denial of her nature and her desire to reclaim "her" identity, she was driven to destroy Twilight and everything she previously held dear? I think it'd make for a pretty good Dark/Tragedy, myself.

It's really a shame I can't write all the stories. Anyway, back to the path I chose! It's getting a little overgrown again.

To my beloved readers,

It's done. I have finally taken my first steps into a new level of pony-related depravity and crafted my very own clopfic. And I find that I regret nothing. I never thought that there would be a day where I simultaneously researched horse anatomy, marital aids, and Newton's laws of motion, but... well, confound these ponies, right? They drive me to do the damnedest things. But I'll tell you right now: If the people who read it enjoy it even half as much as I enjoyed writing it, then it's a job well done.

I'm actually not going to publish it quite yet. I may do it tomorrow. But before you get out the pitchforks and the torches, I hurry to reassure you that I've included a link to the unpublished story at the bottom of this post. So if pony erotica is your thing, and who am I to judge (I wrote it, after all), then consider yourself an honorary prereader.

For those of you not into the clop scene, Perfect For Me will hopefully be resuming this weekend. Then we can finally find out how the Twilights convince the town that neither of them is a changeling. Until then, I'll see you in the comments!

Yours,

The Equestrian Gentlecolt

A Mare and Her Mirror: Applied Narcissism and Other Erotic Oddities

Warning: Mature Sex

Is the censor bar too much? (Warning: Implied Not Safe For Woona)