Today we have a new story coming, the first chapter of a semi-series, its frequency depending on the commissioner.
It is as usual quite a filthy one~ And you have, as always, been warned~.

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Week after a post, feels pretty nice. There is another project coming up in a little while, but it might be a week or so off from now.

And here comes this week's joke:
What did the spider say when the fly asked it to go out with them?
"Sorry, I don't play with my food."
"That is ok," responded the fly in the web, "I am all tied up."

And with that we end this Filthy Friday~.
Have a wonderful weekend~.

Darkness lies deepest in the greatest abscent of light. Much is never cast in illumination, leaving untold secrets hidden; secrets hidden forever, or just before the rise of the sun.

Happy filthy Friday~.

Soon enough might get this supported, then there will be more stories able to crafted, but until then I think I Will enjoy what this site has to offer, to sample some of the culture, and a mouthful of grass.

Happy September to all~.

but no, there is no event for this this year.

Yes, there's a sex scene.
No, it's not kinky.
Yes, I'm feeling alright.
No, this is not going to be the new norm for me.

Any other questions? No?
Ok, then I'm going to go get a drink. Romantic vanilla sex makes me feel so dirty.

-Pencil

Wash your hands for 30 seconds.

Humble worm. Grateful for your service.
Humble worm. We offer our thanks.
Humble worm. For were it not for you.
Humble worm. Our world would lack order.
Though through thoughtless tactics, thou tremors traverse terrain throughout. The wriggling grease which lubricates the cogs of evolution.
Humble worm. The world has much to thank you for.
Yet, worm remains humble.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Almost time for a birthday around here, and when there is a birthday there needs to be a party packed to the cheek bursting amount of joy and fun, but that takes some planning for those not equipped with party artillery~

But there might be a gift for everyone as well, but for that you have to stick around the updates for the other profiles~

Have a Fantastic Filthy Friday out there~.

For those who may have missed it, there is a new story out. A little bit less clop than what you would expect, but a bit more plot. It's also 3 chapters and they're all complete. I'll be posting the next chapter before I head to work tomorrow morning, and the last one when I get back home.

Enjoy!

"Oh Tumbleweed!" you cry.

(But not in that way you pervos).

"Seeing as of how you are BEST AT PONIES, tell us how to write sexy clopfic stories so that we can inflict our alarmingly specific fetishes upon the featured box! Surely you know how to do this on account of your secret side-account that's like nothing but LyraBon smut or something."

WELL LET ME TELL YOU.

(Even though I don't want to).

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My first story on Fimfiction is here.

Once devoted, now deceased. And yet devotion outlives the devoted, as it does the cause. There is safety in the sensation, the belief of purpose and belonging, stronger than that of words or motivation.
It forges and tempers effort, though has long since lost the control over its subjects.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

When do trees become a forest? Can we put it to a number? Perhaps it i when they stop being individuals and start to become a pattern. Patterns we intersexual, we interpret, we match and decipher, though we just as easily look past it. When the chaos grows too strong, we ignore it.
Until such a time, we find ourselves lost in a forest, unable to recall the trees we passed on the way in.

Happy clean Filthy Friday~.

Thoughts malign affect those close,
expression wry and worries rose.
Infectious is the thought of ill,
inviting by mystery and promise of thrill.
Soon one thought has turned for the worst,
and the subject in question, afflicted and cursed.

Wishing you all a Happy Filthy Friday~.

Wash your hands.

A branch knocked onto the explorer's head,
they thought nothing of it, and went on instead.
A branch knocked onto the explorer's chest,
they thought nothing of it, ill time for a rest.
A branch knocked onto the explorer's neck,
they thought nothing of it, and continued their trek.
they paid no attention to what latched onto their nape,
for while out exploring, every branch looks like a snake.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

July, what a wondrous month, so similar to June, with barely anything to mark they difference in the slew of summer and delight of free weeks spent with those cherished.

Such a deceptive time of year. The prime time for the hive of impersonation critters to spread their influence over the land.

In July, we have an event going on focused on change and trickery, going along with that is a series about changelings, with a story uploaded every week in July.

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Passion demands sacrifice. Sacrifice which makes itself known in time, investments, or devotion. They are core to passion, for passion is not static, passion exists in the moment it is paid tribute to.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

I took part in a Pony Vore art-pack, if you an find my other profiles, you can find it. Happy new year.

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Thus we rise once more, stand to the sound of the becoking call of the unknown we cannot but fear and revear equally, the fuel which propells us into vast stretches of never before experienced moments. The roads trails ever forwards, and who are we to deny its lustre?

Happy new year everyone, and I wish you a Fantastic Filthy Friday~.

Where does everything go when there is too much of it?
Some articles of life appears easier to ignore the larger of a quantity there is. Perhaps it relates to the forest, stocked with trees and yet we rarely pay attention to particular trunks. Would then the best way to ignore something, to expose yourself to it, until it was no longer part of your conscious intake?
Perhaps that is a way addiction starts.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Keep on the lookout for a new artpack.

I move too slow for time. It will not listen, it will not yield
My feet drag behind me in the cleft of weaving moments. Time can not listen, Time cannot yield.
I shout my frustration, condemning each future or past moment with one of my present.
Time has no ears. Time has no blame.

Happy Filthy Friday~.