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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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  • Today
    A Door appearing

    It arrived on my doorstep a few nights ago. I have yet to touch it, yet to acknowledge. It is easier for me to let it lie, let all take its course, to step around the threshold when I am needed outside. Or, to simply stay home, to stay away from the world it came from. Perhaps it is best to leave it be.

    Happy Filthy Friday~.

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  • 1 week
    The Small Oblivion

    Reclined, relaxed, with the world floating by outside the window, the safety of dullness, of oblivious meandering through thoughtscapes and mirage. Lacking in excitement, though one is cursed to live in interesting time.

    Happy Filthy Friday~.

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  • 2 weeks
    Cyclical nature

    We trap ourselves in a cycle, it goes commitment, that reaches deep into the night, and to then rest the brief amount of time I have, to wake up and realise there is more commitment. At which point, instinct delays it, and becomes pushed forward, down the day, into the afternoon. And then work begins again....

    Happy Filthy Friday~.

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  • 3 weeks
    I dread the Clouds

    As storm clouds loom ahead, I upon my bed, and knit a pouch or sorrows, to carry for tomorrow. I line the piping in dread, and thread the warp with fear, and once the pouch is woven, I wash it out with tears.
    Come bright morrow I step outside, bag of mine in hand,
    It is filled with bright thoughts and fantasies, I carry across the land.

    Happy Filthy Friday~.

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  • 4 weeks
    Rousing learning

    I look upon the fruit's grandeur: its shell vibrant with a scintilla sheen of its hues. Within housing pods of nourishing, supple syrup. Each pod holds a seed, the intended recipient of the fruit's benefits. Were it not for the seed, there would be no fruit, were it not for the seed, there would be no plant. And yet here I stand, holding the fruit, claimed for my own. What right do I have to it?

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Feb
19th
2021

A new Orchard Story · 11:07pm Feb 19th, 2021

This week we have a new story to share, one involving The Orchard, a pleasant bar where like minded pony folk can relax and indulge in some depravity. And sometimes, a mutt or two.


Struggles harden the mind, through the weight of hardship the body molds.
Stress toughens the body, through the pressure of failure the mind buffs.
Both follow a pattern, weaving through one another, to craft the felt of consciousness.
Patterns are then sought in the world, applied from our own perspective. We superimpose it on nature, fauna, and others. And where our patterns overlap, bonds are formed.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

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