TThe Queen of the Dark Ch. I
MLP: FiM
Romance
Dark
Thriller
Equines usually carry burdens—this one carries nothing but enmity. So she shares it. Lovingly. With all of Equestria.
Non-con
Sex
Violence
Twilight
Celestia
Luna
Cadance
Chrysalis
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6 weeks
There is something wicked in the woods

He-hey, I simply want to pop up to say that I am still alive and kicking. Life is not a fun stroll these past months and writing about soul-searching stuff is getting increasingly harder, so I'd be glad to make something more lighthearted when it is done.
But until then -- I am not finished. I need to work through it. I want to stick to what I have outlined.
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19 weeks
The Queen will always be hungry

First of all, I am a terrible person that doesn't work well within self-imposed deadlines. I feel ashamed about the delay.
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35 weeks
About conquering

"Is your intent to stare me down, powerful Sun demigoddess?" The Queen cackled. "Or maybe you're just not good at this? Guess not much practice during the past hundreds of years, is there?"
"And maybe you shouldn't be speaking so boldly, Queen of the Changelings," Celestia scoffed with a fiery look. "You're quite audacious for a mere beast."
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36 weeks
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ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.
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38 weeks
About cuteness

"You know, you ponies are the perfect predators."
"Uh... Thanks, I guess?"
"Yes, I hate it. I hate your big round eyes, colorful bushy manes, curious little ears, and especially these soft tummies," the Queen said, touching the pony's stomach with a jagged hoof.
The asker giggled: "I'm ticklish!"
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Apr

27th

2023

About sweetness · 8:21am Apr 27th, 2023

"What? A cake pony!? How will it look, how it would even work?... Aren't you already a big marshmallow of a pony? Wouldn't it be too sweet!?"
"There is no such thing as too sweet!"
"I can't take it all... Why are you so sweet!?..."
Her laughter slowly died down. A bright, prideful smile remained on her muzzle as she spoke in a softer tone:
"Because... being sweet... feels good."
Her voice began to build up, full of tender confidence. There was a brilliant sparkle in her eyes.
"Being sweet... means being nice. Being nice... is kind! Being nice... feels right!"
She was looking with pure and innocent joy.
"Being nice... is wonderful, being nice... makes my heart sing!"
The asker was speechless.