This chapter.

It's too sweet.

Too sweet.

I think my teeth are falling out from the sweetness.

It's like you dunked a pound of sugar into a two-liter of lemonade filled with floating bits of candy. It's a cavity in text format. It's twelve bajillion cavities in text format.

I have no regrets about stopping everything I was doing before to read this.

Hnng.

diabetus!

You know, I had a feeling there'd be something like this in this story somewhere. There always are in your foalcon stories.

Also interesting to see that author's note at the end there, because I was wondering whether I was crazy for thinking you were channeling hotsauce and AP for those first two chapters. I was about to criticize you for how dead-on you got both of them, actually. Glad I held back on that.

This chapter was beautiful.

That was... beautiful!
I can't discribe it in an other way!

Ow, and of cause, like always good work.
A very good portray of Scoots, it matches very, very well. I love it!

Bloody hell, Darf. Astonishing, powerful. I ain't specifically a fillyfooler agewise but everything else about it, DANG.

whoof!

That was a beautiful ending, Darf. I think I was almost in tears. Wonderful job.

On a side note, I know I shouldn't have clopped given it's foalcon. But damn it all, you made it hot! It's Scoots, so I should've expected no less. But damn it!

Hot damn kudos to you this chapter is really deep for a clop fic. I'm not into foalcon but I do enjoy your work.

This was much more satisfying then the normal clop in this fic. You sir, are a true writer, and you have my praise.

This?

This right here?

THIS is why I love you, and defend you against all haters, brother. Teasing beauty out of smut. Jeez, dude. Never stop being you.

No punching this time...

This looks like something I would have to write a literary analysis paper on.

So much thought and skill...wow bro.

I literally have no proper words that could justify how I feel about this chapter. They're positive, but even that fails to even begin to sum up my thoughts. I don't care that it looks like I'm 'overdoing' it, but that's the most accurate interpretation I can give.

Wow.

I liked this story. I thought it was fun. I thumbed it up. But this chapter?

This one earns the fave.

This is like my little Dashie but for adults only

I'm not to much into the poetry style of writing but you have skill. Keep up the good writing

2602907 Pedophiles, specifically. Or the politically correct term is sex offender.

Fuck you.

Fuck you and your wonderful, beautiful talent.

Fuck your skill. Fuck your eloquence. Fuck your ability to wrest and wring gorgeous poetic prose from this. Fuck your insight. Fuck the way this makes me feel. Fuck the lines of words that mean next to nothing and yet mean so much. Fuck the ponies that inspired this, fuck the sick and ill mind that makes this something more than molestation. Fuck the beauty of this loss, this honorable honor-thief that is painted so well.

Fuck sense and sensibility, fuck being upstanding. Fuck everything. Fuck it all.

+1

EDIT: And doubly seriously fuck anyone that thinks this is an insult to darf.

This chapter is simply beautiful - well they were all awesome in their own way but I think this outshines 'em easily.

I an so glad you beat writers block.
My favorite part was where you are talking snowflakes are like lives. That is the most honest thing I've ever heard. Keep up the good work, I swear when I'm rich and famous I'll name my fucking boat the S.S. Darf

good, i really like how poetic it is, but am i the only person that thinks it's a little lolita-y? no offence lolita i actually a pretty good book

anyway keep up the good

This was probably one of the greatest three piece works I have read.

The beginning it felt heavy, hot, and hesitant, the middle, like a ritual that we had all grown comfortable with, the passing of time, and finally, in the end, (as we all often do when the end comes near) we were reflective in the relationship. Given a chance to glaze over and then look much deeper into the small details that made this love.

I love this, what you have written, and I hold it dear now as being not a clopfiction, but a sweet, endearing picture into the circumstances leading to the happiness of two beings.

Brilliant.

I definitely preferred this chapter to the last, not because of the writing style, but because that crazy obsessive Scootaloo was out of commission

I wanna see a chapter set five years later. I always pictured Scootaloo being like 12-ish equivalent so five years later she's be 17 and a legal adult...so what happens when the human that was caring for her (what the public sees) wants to be more open about their relationship? There's so many questions and possibilities that can be explored here.

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I concur...

I like this chapter it felt like a poem.

I find it strange that arguably the most beautiful piece of prose that I've ever read has been hidden in the last chapter of a foalcon piece.

It also felt...I dunno...intrusive to read someone's birthday present to their significant other.

Very sweet.

You burned my senses with the language in chapter 2 and then stunned me in chapter 3. I'm at a genuine loss for what to say except thank you for ending this story on such an inspiring poetic note. I have the urge to go walking around town at night for several hours now. Of course the clop was great all along the way -- even if it was a bit heavy for my taste on profanity in chapter 2 -- and I really appreciated the characterization and sentiment in chapter 1, but the treasure worth taking to heart in this work is definitely in chapter 3.

Hey there. Normally I'm not commenting on stories before I read them completely, but here I just had to break that one rule.
This chapter was so sweet.
It was so deep going and it really tugged at my heartstrings.
It was so poetic. I'm still smiling faintly like I did throughout the whole chapter.
Thank you for doing this.

Dragon san

This chapter makes it very obvious that he really and truly loves her.

...........Damn that was beautiful