On a cold, stormy night in Marechester, a colt, beaten, maneless and rejected, treads the wet stone streets alone. However, he wasn't alone. An up-and-coming fashionista happened to be in town to participate in a fashion show. Of course the colt didn't know that, neither did he care. "Oh great," he thought. "Another aristocrat."

Then again, the biggest heroes are the ones that are least expected.

Rated T for pottymouthed adult ponies and some violence.

Two-Tone messes around with his admittedly hot housemate, if you would pardon the pun.

(A little something for me to warm up. Wanted to try something with my longest lasting waifu. Feedback is welcomed as well as any new ideas you're itching to see)

T for Teens who use soap on their mouths