The world is stark raving mad and these color schemes are going to make me rip out my own eyeballs.

Oh, Excuse me. My name is Killian Cormac. I'm a bartender, designer, and beard enthusiast. Well I was until a hole in some god damned tree poured my sorry Irish ass into this world of vomit inducing colors and inhabitants so damned frustrating I might just yank my beard right out.

Well since I'm stuck here might as well see what kind of hell I can raise.

UPDATE/EDIT: I don't want people to look at this story and expect a one shot clopfic read. I fully intend to make this a story of progression, love, and finding oneself just with a lot more humor than other stories like it. I hope my readers will enjoy a drawn out romance story with a true sense of discovery and though I do promise raunchy situations I don't want people to have the wrong idea.

NON SEXY SPOILER: First story in a long time, written by myself (Naturally) using events from my own life and the progression from being a scraggly nerd to a bearded outdoorsman dynamo with an unhealthy obsession for Celestias Sweet Musk and pastel colored ponies.

SEXY SPOILER: Features hot hairy irishman on pony action containing, but not limited to: Cunnilingus, Spanking, Drunken Makeouts, Flank Groping, Melodrama, Slow Sensual Lovemaking, and the misinterpretation of the word "Horse"

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