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// Discovery 
// Story: Deadly Nightshade 
// by EGO_ 
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Luna’s perspective:

Once, one’s ignorance was bliss.
Knowing all, and knowing nothing, at the same time.

There was something about relationships. 
Romance had made our stomach turn inside out, refusing any offer, any love proposal, from these stallions who we never even knew. All of the foolish suitors annoyed us with their lame love gimmicks, handing flowers and chocolate covered sweets to oneself, like conversing with a filly.
Celestia, on the other hoof, bathed in the ‘beauty’ of gifts from the male ponies.
Whatever was the appeal to the stallions? Tia always told one that one was just hard to impress, making up excuses for one’s lack of interest.
One had always hated the stallions who came and go in the castle, in and out of Celestia’s sacred bed chambers during my routine of the night. Tia always thought we was stubbornly oblivious about the fact she took interest in some of the stallions.
Like it or not, it’s true.
One had always stood alone, filled with anger, wanting love.
One has never met any pony who made one truly in love before. 
Until a certain pony.

And recently, one has made a self discovery. The reason, all along, for one’s dead interest in male ponies, is that one prefers more feminine ponies in this world.
Ponies who are mares, instead of stallions.
Isn’t that completely and utterly clearly? 
One can’t believe it took us so many moons to figure it out.
These feelings have always been buried somewhere inside oneself.

With this newfound understanding, we feel a sense of liberation. No longer do we have to pretend to be interested in the advances of male ponies, no longer does one have to force oneself to fit into a mold that was never meant for us.
We can now embrace our true self, our true desires. The thought of being with Twilight, of sharing our love with she who understands us, excites us in a way that we never thought possible. 
And as we embark on this new journey of self-discovery and acceptance, we feel a sense of peace and contentment that we have never experienced before. 
Love, in its truest form, knows no boundaries or limitations. 
And we are ready to embrace it wholeheartedly.

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Two compassionate bodies danced together in the moonlight, 
shadows merging together.
Hooves tightly squeeze around ones soulful waist, pulling us closer.
Humming moans fill the dark room, leaving nothing but hollowed breath.

The two intertwined ponies conveyed their longing and desire for one another through a romantic intimacy,
the bed sheet damp with arousal.
Shortness of breath from ones climax remained incessantly, on and on.
Thoughts of a lavender princess swallowed us whole.
How she would softly whimper at our kisses down her curvy neck,
how she would behave when getting her alone in a room, destined for a impactful moment between us.

These thoughts, and urges, were new.
One had never felt such delightful heat in ones navy blue body.

As we continued to dance, 
our movements became more urgent and fervent, our navy and purple bodies moving in perfect harmony as we explore the depths of desires. 
The moonlight was a glow, 
highlighting the curves and contours of the two bodies as we moved together in a sensual rhythm. 
Our hearts beat as one, our souls entwined in a passionate embrace that transcended the physical realm. 
With each touch, each caress, the pony and oneself felt a deep connection that went beyond words.

As we had reached the peak of their passion, our bodies trembled with ecstasy, cries of pleasure echoing through the room. 
In that moment, the pony and oneself were lost in each other, 
consumed by intensity.

And as we lay entwined in each other's arms, our bodies still shaking with the aftershocks of their lovemaking, 
we knew that they had found something truly special in each other. 
A bond that would endure through space, a love that would never fade.

But that was only a dream made up from ones desperate mindset.

With a sudden jolt, we raise out of bed, panting from that indescribable dream.

With a groan, one says
"That was definitely something..."

One aggressively grabs the pillow behind our heads with our hoof,
hitting our face into the pillow as we slowly process the dream.
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