I do stuff that might fall under your purview of "Good Writing". Perhaps you would dain my work as the opposite. Either way it's here and you may look upon it and draw your conclusions thusly.
In a world where ponies see in grayscale until they meet their soulmates, what do you do when you find out the one you love can suddenly see in colors and you still can't?
Should you find yourself a visitor to Equestria, it would benefit you to be able to tell a pony's rubby-tubby from her boop-button and fuzzy-wuzzy. Herein is your definitive guide. (Clean family-friendly comedy, absolutely nothing explicit)