And with that we have come to the third week of the Change, is in July event, trucking along this odd train-ride where no one is who we think they are.

This week's story involves a truth-sayer and a hard worker, their interaction has always been quite close, but they are about to get even closer still.

To find information about the Change, is in July Event head over to my Eka's Portal profile, if you can manage to find it, good luck on your linkless search.

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Wash your hands for 30 seconds.

The continuation of last week's story arrives, and a comfy post-part transitions to further... engagements~.

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When the thoughts within they struggles, and your mine it only buggles,
you bring forth a ladder, to peer in it farther,
but the mind's a steal, its a muggle.
So with thoughts Askew, and approach of morning dew, what is the mind to do,
but melt.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

We have a story today~. The Chronicles of the royal flush continue this week with a rather reluctant contributor. Be warned of filthy content, as always~.

Times come and times go, opportunities present themselves and are grasped or ignored as they flow by. But time and opportunity wait for no one, there come other hands to snatch up what is forgotten, and other ideas to sit in the past's chair. If the time we live in slows for no one, why should we give it any other treatment?

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We have a new Vore Pony Art-pack released, check out Festive Feasting, find the link on Aryion or my other accounts.

I used to think of diamonds in the rough, those crumbs of greatness tucked away amid the grime. Searching through this proverbial grime was grand, for you knew that there was always a chance to find that one gem that mattered.

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Twas a guard who stood day all,
by the castle he was stationed on.
He kept watch from autumn to fall,
back to the cold brick wall,
and feeling, not very tall.

One day his legs would cave,
right after his back did gave.
So there he sat slumped without diction,
for his peculiar type of affliction.
Though the day went on well,
and not a soul could tell,
that the guard had lost his conviction.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Heard there are some things going down in the SepTia Patreon, for those curious in affecting future stories being written.

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What?

Every week does not have to be philosophy week?
Do we not all need a pit-stop on the highway?
Ever heard of a "Bathroom Break"?
But then again, for how long do you really stop on that highway, you have to be careful, others will not have the decency to halt for you. They also might want to use the restroom.

Once I had thought the road of life to be solid ground, only to be shaken when it gave out beneath me.

Today we have a big camping trip story, Twilight, Applejack, and even Rainbow Dash enter the realm of the humanoids, where one dare leads to another, which leads to a ton of messy situations~.

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What does it feel like to be a tool? To be not of your own mind and sense, of your own desires and ambitions, but as the extension of someone - or something - unself? This 'unself' could achieve greater things than it could accomplish by itself, and all it requires is your sacrifice, your willingness to be a tool in the unself's hand. Perhaps I should know by this point. Yet, judge not your tools preemptively, they may host more than you bargained for.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Tremble. Is it a word of deeper meaning? One can tremble in fear, though one can also tremble at the prospect of something... desired. By this alone we could say the word has many faucets. Yet, does it? Is it not fear the trembles invoke even when in the context of desire? A dread of anticipation, if it all will truly work out? Is tremble then tied, irrevocably, to fear? Perhaps. And perhaps, fear is broader than common perception paints it.

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Today we have a story about Applejack out on Sweet apple acres. With the help of a crowd of farmhooves, cider season is better than ever. A festival for the apples is held, where everypony "enjoys" themselves to the fullest~.

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It can take a moment for a body to register what is happening, a moment where the flesh lags behind the mind. Sometimes this moment is unnoticeable, and at other times it stretches on for weeks on end. And yet it is in the body where we can relate and make feelings tactile. Is this lag between mind and conscious a desired outcome? Or merely a quirk of our biology? Who would figure it out first?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Uploading the story sent in for the Pony Vore Anal Autumn Art Pack from last year~.

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What is a sandwhich other than a vessel? A fluffy, spongy coating sealing an amalgamation of meat and fillings within, squishy materials who on their own is lesser than the sum of their parts. There are no two sandwhiches laying equal, only those alike, and there is infinite potential for how it can be arranged and enjoyed. All sandwiches are not to the taste of every eater, yet who can say a sandwich is inherently poor or tasteless? It is true we tend to group those alike into a group, by

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This week has been more stuffed than a snake after a lamb buffet.
There are lots of changes coming and they will take their time, for the moment there are not many completed projects that have a place here, but more will come in time.
I would say it has been extraordinarily busy if I have to say so myself.

For now, have a fantastic Filthy Friday and enjoy your week~.

To delve below the surface, is to desire sights unseen. I think often of the depths, what may lurk below the core of my understanding, beyond the grasp of a cursory glance, past the limits of casualty. And yet, few times do I act on this desire. Most time, I am content at the surface, for its glimmer in the sun, is so very pretty, so very calming.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

At times, there is a certain relief in letting go. I get used to burdens as they accumulate, as their compile and insinuate their presence in my life. Despite the loss and pain of letting them go, despite the agony of what I fear life would be without it, there is a wonderful sensation in being able to take deep, long, breaths.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

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Sometimes ideals as pleasant to hold. It can invoke a sense of drive, sculpt a destination out of uncertainty. A goal which becomes easy to tunnel into. And see nothing else. Until you neglect what lies around you. and sometimes. You just have the tunnel.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Those with planes reach the sky with ease, just to stare back down.

We have a new story being posted next week.
Happy Filthy Friday~.