What Then is Reality

"Now my story would have come to the end right there; but with conveying this for you writing of it, this my life has now a new worry. I have had dreams about a crystal ball. Dreams of passion leave me seeping out juices that soak my tail and I wake out of breath, panting from such lust as if just finished with enjoyment of female sensation. I expect the crystal ball is seeking me out, entering my mind; it has a plan. Someday soon there shall be another pony for this farm, take great caution lest it be you.

The writing of such a story concerns Miss Smyth as well her Crystal. Notoriety brings on concerned citizens, they of the religion types, come to seek, find, and judge. Woe shall be theirs to them from entering in where they should not go, be they male then to gain length, girth, and soon will go to be as another spellbound pony of Miss Hazel Smyth. They who be born as female have similar likelihood of knowing the same demise. They will seek after you, wanting from you to openly testify as how you came to learn such details for this my story.

As a promise to you from me and from too, Miss Smyth, you need only to ask of her and she shall give you a comfortable place where to hide until all is calm.

Now then, if any dare to post my story and let those who would remember as be aware; as some might find their safe haven here or there, becoming different...

Written by Kevin Rooste

Sterile and Horny

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