Here's the deal · 2:16am May 19th, 2022
So if you happen to live in the United States, you've probably heard that employers are struggling to fill open positions.
This is true at my chosen place of employment as well, so it has been decreed that the overtime shall be unlimited until further notice.
While this is good news for my bank account, it's absolute murder on my writing time, so for the foreseeable future, I'm afraid the Bean Words will be sporadic at best.
But I'm gonna try to scrape together a few minutes where I can, so there will be more to come. 
And as a small reward for reading this, here is an excerpt from the new Harem story for you to enjoy.
With a slow inhale, Bean felt reality reassert control over him, and his eyes slowly fluttered open. For what was probably the first time in his life, he felt all tingly and warm, and he did not want to move from his comfortable position. He wiggled his rump slightly, but with the soothing touch of a blanket on his rump, he gently moved the rest of himself into the plush, almost feathery bliss.
He took a few moments to enjoy the sensations that were dancing around inside him, but as he blinked away the rest of his slumber, he found that he was not where had expected to be.
Well, duh. You’re in the Palace, remember? Nightmare Moon? Princess Luna’s return? Remember any of that?
The internal admonishment calmed the slight panic he had felt at waking in a strange place, but only momentarily. True, he was still in the guest room that Princess Celestia had provided for him, the interior bathed in twilight as the day patiently waited for night to end.
Strange. I wonder why Princess Luna hasn’t lowered the moon yet. Did she sleep in on her first night back?
He chuckled lightly with the thought, but the small feeling of amusement dried up and shriveled on the vine when he heard a slight moan.
For half a second, he tried to blame his empty stomach for the sound, but that idea was promptly stomped into the ground when Bean felt four long, strong legs tighten around his barrel, and it died an inglorious death when his ‘blanket’ began to gently nibble on his right ear.
Oh, no.
Baked Bean forced himself to take slow, even breaths in a desperate attempt to fight back the hysteria that was growing inside him. If he screamed, he would wake whoever had him in her grip—and, given that he couldn’t clearly see the legs that held him like an octopus would hold a tasty clam, he was reasonably sure he had been snagged by Princess Luna, somehow. It logically followed that she would scream in response to his sudden outburst, and that would elicit a response from the Royal Guard, who would then be quite eager to share the details with Princess Celestia.
Or, if the universe wanted to save time, Luna’s cry of alarm could be immediately heard and responded to by Princess Celestia, but in either case, he did not want to try to explain this to the pony who played with the sun itself like it was a beach ball.
Unless he wanted to find out what it was like to be a grease stain, that is.
At least your finances smile for this development
See you when you update or Blog than
Neat, Harem storys with good storys are always in high Brony demand
Use the cash you earn now to prepare for the end of the year. Fuel and food shortages are coming.
Cause they try to hire people via a borked computer system that wont let people in past the front door for interviews. And most of them wont even pay a decent wage. Finding a place that will actually talk to you AND pay you something that is worth something is the hard part.
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Perhaps. I won't get into the politics of the whole thing; strong feelings on the matter make it far too messy.
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Its all good. Was just nitpicking how some things are, not really trying to stir up issues.
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No worries.
Beans burn when heated enough. :)
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He's gonna turn into bean paste, lol.
Hummus.
Did me dirty, teasing me with more harem Bean.
The last line doesn’t work for me. Something more could be done.
Wouldn’t it be more likely that Bean would fear being banished to the moon for a thousand years? Or burnt to a shade of black darker that grandpa White Northern’s attempts at rye toast?
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Well, it is a work in progress, so it's easily changed.
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No worries. Sometimes it’s matter of taking decent stuff up to the higher level the rest of the text achieves.