Aftermath

"do you think you're the only one who can feel, little mare?" the dragon's eyes burned red hot as he stared at her.

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post pony shire mugman verson

He was then lead and he saw a few other mares and stallions waiting. a stallion came out and looked at the new mares and stallions. he then told them to line up they did so.

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Dear Philip

Daresay, it was not fashionable for even a human to delve into a stallions' business. oh, yes, i spied that cretin all too well! can you imagine? a human playing with himself like a stallion! imagine that! a human!"

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Chapter 8 - Twilight Moon

Footsteps approached from that place and the orange mare took several breaths as she fought against her fight or flight instincts. then, out from the far side of the chamber walked princess twilight sparkle.

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Tears of an Unquiet Sleeper

Upon seeing his troubled expression the black-coated mare walked over and touched her nose to his cheek, and then to his shoulder.

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Trouble Shared

"down here," the mare called back, smiling at the dragon. "at least you'll get to meet him."

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The Tribe Chapter 4

The white mare nickered. "a horse deserves a respite from a repetitive arrangement, hymn. hence why i chose yumi and tiger. the two were seldom to go to a meeting," the bay-and-white mare warmly nickered. "ah wid say sae!

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Power

. --- story / characters (c) amethyst mare (arian mabe) **power** _written by amethyst mare (arian mabe)_ i don't care that tears are dripping down my muzzle. i tip forward, forelock hanging over my eyes, and watch them stream over chestnut.

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Last Rites

Her destination had crept up upon her, so focused had the mare been on the journey. mid-step, she paused, doubt clouding her mind.

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Don't Fear the Reaper: Chapter 1

The mare looked taken aback and then pulled the covers over her snout. the wolf looked through the peephole on the door outside. he saw the empty hallway. there was nothing, no guards, no intruders...

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