After discovering just how lonely her life is at the deepest level, an unexpected pony comes to talk one late stormy night. Twilight finds love isn't what she ever expected but everything she ever wanted. And with a Pony nopony would have expected.
I write romance with intimacies, not clop. To my readers, I quote The Bard: “We who prologue-like your humble patience pray, Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.” (Henry V)