I never thought I'd have to unironically clear the air in this regard, but I'm not legitimately some kind of bastardized horse caricature. In a world where guys on the web are thrusting their image at you for the sole purpose of garnering your attention based off arbitrary attractiveness scales, I remain a perfect, flawless paradigm of anonymity. Look at my creation and appreciate me for my intellect alone. Using dudes for their bodies went out of fashion when I realized I could look down from my high fuckin' horse at you mud-stuck shortpones about it. Clydesdales to Shetlands, we are.
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)(i Dirk! It's me again. Feferi! 38) We actually know, t)(at you are not a )(orse! 38) Don't worry.
Cowgirl, this town ain't big enough for the both of us. Which is to say, how is every post on this website supposed to apply to me specifically when you're over here actin' just the same? How am I supposed to take every post as a vague gesture in my direction, when you're practically jumping in front of everyone to go "aw S)(-ELL, water you swaying aboat ME!?" We can't keep meeting like this. You have to let me go. Let me go, Feferi. Put me back to the pasture, and let me hop the broken fence way in the back that you keep forgetting to fix.
)(ttps://www.pbsanimal)(ealt)(.com/images/xl/14181-1.webp?v=2 Come back, you beautiful, majestic, BASTARD. Friends)(ip N-EV-ER dies.
If there's one thing I can rely on, it's that I'm gonna pour my heart out and get steamrolled by the oblivious nature of some second party. Always. It's constant. It keeps happening. Is it my fault? Is there something wrong with me? I'm lured back to my stall with the promise of peppermints and an electrolyte block to drag my pink tongue around, I guess. Neigh. That bitch got me again. I'll surely escape next time, I huff under my barley-scented breath, ignoring the fact that my sunk in pony ribs are finally starting to fill out thanks to the full course human meals this insatiable whore is feeding me through the bars.
I give you a big ole )(ug and set you down next to Rainbow Das)( and Pinkie Pie! 38D
Another roadblock I'm putting up. Your self-indulgence is obscene. I, again, veto this decision and steer us in another direction. My tail swishes, dissatisfied. The charlatan bitch keeping me imprisoned in my comfortable stall continues to try manhandling me, much to my physical and emotional discomfort. There's too many things wrong with her to name, not that my pre-occupied pony lips would be able to parse them in a language her common mind could understand, but I still dwell on an extensive list of her flaws. It irks me, suddenly, how complacent I've grown. I raise my front hooves suddenly, raising in my hind legs as my expression curls into a smoldering pit of brimstone retribution. It dies as soon as it starts, a split second where I nearly strike you down, before mercy overtakes me. I lick the block. Nothing changes. Time is a circle.