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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Today we have the conclusion to last week's story, when all comes to a boiling point, how will our Diamond Dog react?

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.

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~.

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~.

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~.

Oh well what do you know, seems this time a little Present is coming up~.

Hoping everyone out there is cuddling up nice and warm in these colder times, as it seems like a lovely time for it. And good time for enjoying some naughty stories.

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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~.

Well happy November to you all, gosh I am certainly excited for what's in stores this weekend. Sadly I won't be able to link to it from here, but when it comes you better believe I'll let you know how to find it, so you can go there should you choose to do so.

For now, it seems like a calm week to enter the cold November, but we all need to take it cool sometimes. If you are stressed, grab an ice water and take a breather, sincerely yours: Septia the filthy health coach.

Greetings, hey, what's up, who is up? Are you still up?

Well something is up.
and that something is a story, first in a short series featuring Pinkie pie.

Strange enough it is also fitting, because the story involves those hiding away from the cold to have a party, and it is still really cold and sneaking off to a get together sounds great right now~.

Despite being slice of life it has some strong lewd and kinky aspects to it as well.

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Another month has swept in over us, and it is none other than may. Ahhh, may, the time where the sun allows us to partake of its grace, when (tasty) grass begins to grow and it is warm enough to consummate a relationship outdoor.
Magical times indeed.

However, is the sun always benevolent?
Is it only goodness, or does it sport other facets?

Perhaps we will answer these questions next week...

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And this marks the end of the change event, the last story of the series.
There is a lot changing still, despite this. Though little in the realm of the pastel prettied ponies.

Today's story involves odd transformations, and deception of self. Corruption into new understandings and realisations. When you think about it, that is something we all go through.

For now, this story is going to mark the end for this series, but a continuation is not impossible. It will just not come soon.

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Time comes as many would call it, too often for our own good. Too often are we made aware of it, acknowledge it. That is when it holds dominion over us. For mankind is a species of intellect, where issues are waged in the abyss of the conscious and unconscious, such have we isolated ourselves from the world.
Even when it pierces our defenses, it is our own thoughts and machinations about the outside, that haunt us the most.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Keep clean and safe.

How long does a life progress without building on the foundation of another? Life primarily exists as it is fueled more life, at the very least, it is an effective system for beings of higher cognitive function. Is it noble to aspire to such heights, knowing the stepping stones one has trod upon?
And yet, all stand on the shoulders of giants.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

As days blends into months, our perception picks up speed, as years go by each day becomes an ever diminishing part of our lives. What was once a week feels as but a day, and hours shave as minutes once did.
And yet, some days lasts, if we make it so.

Happy Filthy Friday, and a Happy Vore Day~.

Greetings one and all,
sometimes while you stroll down the highway of life, you stop and look around you, there you can see the wheat fields of life, life's savanna, the lively mountains and not-so-lively forest, just a second of contemplation leads you into thinking of just how much life is made up from.
But then you have to return to walking down the road.

Have a wonderful Filthy Friday~.

A chance is a dangerous prospect, and something not to be missed. With one blow you cleave a tree trunk, or your ankle. A moments thought can leave a lifetime of worry, or be one step forgotten on the road to success. Each decision melds into one another, each cause and effect blending with it. Until the point, where many experience it as a mere, neutral, grey.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Is the wander down the road of life mandatory? Is it an undeniable urge seeded within the infant before its conception? Is it the common goal of a grand subconscious? Perhaps it is not a choice, perhaps we cannot leave the path. Kept on it by the machinations of an affecting force.
Or perhaps it does not exist until it is viewed. The moment the veil is pulled and we look down, we become able to see the road for what it is.
Until then, let us keep gazing at the overhang of stars.

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Inside is warm.
Outside is cold.
When I brave the outside, I dress accordingly. At times I only find my gloves and jacket, at times I dress up too much, but I can always anticipate the cold that is to come.
Unless the cold invites itself inside. Where my fingers freeze before I find gloves, where my toes are ice cubes before I walk to close the door, where my teeth clatter and come to a stop.
So far I remain.
Though I have to fix that door.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Wash your hooves, and get some candy ready~. You never know who will come visit.

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