Clad in a corset, fishnets, and a very short skirt, Braeburn lingered behind the bar of the saloon - her saloon. Appleloosa hadn’t always had such a debaucherous establishment, but she’d moved heaven and earth to get her not-so-little business up and running. She smiled to herself and waved as one of her customers left, blowing the stallion a kiss for good measure, and idly thought of just how much her life had changed over the last few months.

Opening a saloon would have been crazy in and of itself, yet that paled in comparison to other developments she’d had. For starters, she’d taken the plunge and officially made herself a mare - not in a technical sense, seeing as how she was still technically a stallion, but she’d started living her life as one. While everypony had always known she’d had the hots for stallions, even though she’d done her best to hide it, she’d only recently come to embrace who and what she was on the inside.

She would probably still be trying to pass herself off as an honest to goodness stallion, had it not been for a chance encounter she’d had with her cousin Big Mac. Having gone to Ponyville to visit family, she’d been shocked to discover that the once exquisitely masculine stallion was a shadow of his former self - sure he was still big and strong as an ox, yet he’d been softer spoken had gotten a bit curvier since the last time she’d seen him. She’d waited for an opportune time to talk to him about it, deliberating on if she should even ask about what had happened to him, but she was glad she ultimately did.

It took a bit of prying, but Big Mac reluctantly spilled the beans about the changeling’s little operation outside of town. Though she’d tried to contain her interest, attempting to downplay how fascinated she was, her interest had apparently slipped through. Once her cousin brought her to meet the drones, introducing her to their leader Talon, she’d realized that she was presented with a golden opportunity to fulfill one of her deepest, most well-guarded fantasies.

Striking a deal with the drones had been easy enough - she’d open a saloon and brothel in Appleloosa, running the place and giving the shapeshifters a cut of the profits, and they’d make her the mare of her dreams. She hadn’t hesitated in striking a deal with the depraved parasites, setting herself to task as soon as she’d returned home, and they’d held up their end of the bargain. The serum Talon had provided her with had done everything he said it would, stripping her of her masculinity and turning her into an absolute bombshell.

Softly chuckling, she looked to the side and found her reflection staring back at her. There was a reason she’d installed a mirror next to the bar, even if nopony had figured out exactly what that reason was. Simply put, she smiled every time she saw herself. She’d never been all that stallionly to begin with, having had soft features, a flowing mane, and a rather generous backside, but she couldn’t have fathomed how beautiful she’d become.

With curves that would make most mares jealous, and sporting a pair of modest, exquisitely sensitive teats, the only way anypony would know she’d ever been a stallion was if they looked between her plump, juicy thighs - even then, if she was wearing panties, it would be hard for them to tell she was lacking a pussy in the conventional sense. Glancing over her shoulder, ensuring she wasn’t being watched, she turned and inspected her backside.

Her ass was, in a word, perfect. Large and succulent, with a well-trained backdoor capable of making even the most robust stallion weak in the knees, her tush was everything she’d ever wanted and more. She’d considered going further, fully metamorphosing into a full mare, but there were two reasons she hadn’t: first and foremost, a part of her relished having the cum fucked from her small, permanently limp colthood - secondly and a bit more scandalously, she took pride in being able to woo allegedly straight studs.

“Howdy,” a deep, sonorous voice intoned, wrenching her from her thoughts and causing her to turn.

Seeing a huge, unmistakable figure trotting up to the bar, she swooned. She’d gotten her way with a number of stallions, including a few who’d insisted they’d never sleep with a femcolt, but there was one who had eluded her months. She trotted over and smirked at her guest, rearing onto her hind legs while placing her forehooves on the countertop.

“Here comes Trouble,” she snickered, her eyes dancing over the behemoth’s exquisitely chiseled frame. “What can Ah do for ya?”

“Haha,” Trouble Shoes mirthlessly laughed, seating himself before the bar. “Lemme get a double.”

She paused, cocking her head as she turned her attention up to his large, sullen face. “Something wrong, Sugar?”

Shaking his head, he heavily sighed. “What isn’t wrong…”

Placing a rocks glass on the counter, she turned and plucked a bottle of applejack from the bar behind herself. Though she’d been lusting after Trouble for almost as long as she could remember, finding the behemoth downright irresistible, she wasn’t about to let her fetishistic interest in him get in the way of treating him like what he was - a friend. Even before she’d become the stunner that she currently was, she’d done what she could to cheer the big lug up and help him when she could.

She turned back to face him, poured him a measure of brandy, and slid the glass over to him. “This one’s on the house, hon. Ya wanna talk about what’s eating ya?”

The titan lifted a forehoof and downed the drink in a single gulp. “Ya know Turnover?”

Struggling not to roll her eyes, she nodded. “Yeah, Ah know her. What’d she do?”

“She turned me down again,” he lamented as he was poured another shot.

Brae grimaced, even though she wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Turnover was basically the village drum - everypony had gotten a go at her - everyone but Trouble. Darned if she knew why he had the hots for such a slatternly bint, but he’d fallen hard for the unscrupulous mare - sure, she’d had a fair number of rolls in the hay herself, but she wasn’t a whore like Turnover was. Setting the bottle by his glass, she nodded at the brandy.

“Ya mind if Ah’m candid with ya?” she inquired, drawing his eye. “Ya need to find yourself a good, hard workin’ mare for yourself - somepony who’ll appreciate you and give you the lovin’ you deserve.”

“And where am Ah supposed to find one of those?” he countered, lifting his glass.

Stepping back from the counter, allowing him to see her in her entirety, she coyly smiled and waved at herself. He had to have known she was into him - that or he was a bit more dense than she’d presumed, but she saw no reason to lay her cards on the table. He was single and wanted a cute little mare to call his own - she didn’t have a special somepony and thought he was the cat’s meow. The way she saw it, they were practically made for one another.

Looking her over, his eyes lingering on her rump for a fleeting moment, he stared down into his drink. “Ah appreciate it, but Ah don’t think Ah could - well, ya know…”

“Know what?” she pressed.

“Ya know…” he dully insisted, his cheeks darkening.

Undeterred, she tapped a forehoof on the countertop. “How about this - seein’ as how ya ain’t got a marefriend, and that it’s probably been a while since ya got to blow off some steam, how’s about we go upstairs and Ah help ya relax a little bit.”

Consarn it - she didn’t consider herself that big of a floozy, but enough was enough. If putting out meant she could lift Trouble’s spirits, that was fine with her - if it meant she could win him over and get him as a coltfriend, so much the better. Not waiting for a reply, she trotted around the bar and to his side.

“C’mon, ya big lug,” she playfully insisted, grabbing his foreleg and giving him a small tug. “Ya ain’t gonna shoot down a mare trying to show you a good time ~ are ya?”

“It’s…it’s just…” he faltered, unwilling to look her in the eye. “Ah ain’t never had a mare show me a good time at all…”

As she froze in disbelief, unsure if she’d heard him correctly, her jaw nearly hit the floor. “Come again?”

“Ah only ever got close to gettin’ lucky one time,” he sulked, “but that don’t count. After she saw what Ah was packin’, she turned tail and ran off…”

“What’s wrong with your…” she trailed off when she peeked down at his groin.

She swore to Celestia, she thought she’d been looking at a fifth leg draped on the floor. Trouble Shoes was the biggest pony she’d ever met - shucks, he was taller and way more heavily built than even the Princesses, but she’d underestimated just how exquisitely well-hung he was. All but literally tearing her eyes off his semi-flaccid stallionhood, her mouth watering all the while, she cleared her through and collected herself.

“Well Ah ain’t like most mares and Ah ain’t scared of ya in the slightest,” she proclaimed, proudly holding a hoof to her chest as her backdoor hungrily clenched.

Swinging his head toward her, he cocked a brow. “Really?”

“Darn tootin’! Now let’s get you upstairs and I’ll prove it!” she chirped, bracing her hind legs and hauling him onto his hooves. Leading him out of the cavernous lobby, she looked over to one of her employees. “Mind the bar for me, Quicksilver.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” the stallion replied, shooting her a crisp salute.

While she’d glanced at his goods more times than she could count, admiring his fleshy sheath and fat, succulent balls, she’d never been lucky enough to spot his stallionhood before that moment. As he lumbered along beside her, being guided to and up the stairwell to the second floor, she fought to contain herself. Not only was his dick as big as the rest of him, a revelation that both thrilled and terrified her, but there’d clearly been some part of him that was interested in what she had to offer.

As they reached the second floor, she trotted ahead of him and pulled a key from her pocket. “Lemme just - whoops!”

The key clattered to her hooves, giving her the perfect opportunity to test a theory. If he really was attracted to her, even in the slightest, he was about to give it away whether he realized it or not. Leaning forward and kicking the key under a chair in the hallway, she cursed to herself and pressed her chest to the floor.

While she wasn’t one to dupe anypony, she wasn’t above accidentally showing herself off a bit. With her tush angled directly at Trouble, she flicked her tail to the side out of annoyance and reached beneath the chair. The whole charade lasted only a few seconds, but it was more than enough time to flaunt her goods. As she righted herself and brushed her mane from her face, she glanced back at him and spied just how effective her perverted little ploy had been.

Fumbling with the lock, she hastily threw open the door and stepped aside. “Go’on in and make yourself comfy, hon. Ah’m gonna freshen mahself up right quick.”

With her heart pounding in her bosom, her tender p-spot aching, and feeling a bead of pre-cum slip from her limp little clit, she scampered past the giant, into her bathroom, and threw the door closed. She was actually more than ready to pop his cherry, having cleaned and plowed herself with her favorite dildo earlier that morning, but he didn’t have to know that. The real reason she needed a bit of privacy was so she could formulate a plan.

Her morning routine of gussying herself up made the prep work easy, allowing her to reapply her makeup, straighten her attire, and spritz on a bit of perfume in a matter of minutes - minutes she used to come up with the perfect treatment for Trouble. Giving herself a final once-over, ensuring she was as gorgeous as she was going to get, she strutted into her room, looked to the bed, and nearly fainted. She’d thought that her oversized guest would make himself comfortable - she’d been right, but she couldn’t have predicted how he’d make himself comfortable.

Laying atop her bed, with his hind legs spread and head on her pillows, Trouble sheepishly smiled over at her. As much as she would have liked to meet his emerald eyes and warm expression, she couldn’t look away from the absolutely gargantuan equipment nestled between his thighs. As large as her leg and growing bigger by the second, resting over two utterly huge balls, his package was as enthralling as it was formidable.

Trotting up to the foot of her bed, she giggled like an excited school filly. “You sit right there, hon, and let mama give you a little sugar…”

As she crawled onto the mattress, moving up between his outstretched legs, she licked her lips. She thanked her lucky stars for the chance to have a go at him, but being able to punch his v-card made the occasion even more special. She slowed by his knee, kissing her way up his inner thigh and to his crotch, while the first hints of his overpowering musk drifted to her sinuses.

His scent was just as impressive as the rest of him, tickling the cock-hungry, submissive parts of her brain and giving her all the inspiration she needed to continue. The heady aroma, a mixture of sweat, dirty, and a hard day’s work, this - this was what a real stallion smelled like. Swinging open her muzzle, resisting the urge to bury her face in his nuts, she drew her tongue up his monolithic length and groaned.

Salty, bigger flavors danced over her taste buds, while she kissed and licked her way up his towering shaft. It was his first time with anypony, let alone a feminized, impotent femcolt, so she was going to do her darnedest to make sure she gave him an experience he would never forget. She pushed herself up on her forehooves, almost having to stand to reach the tip of his cock, and stared down his stallionhood.

She’d sucked a fair number of dicks in her day, but this - this had to be the granddaddy of them all. Peering up at him, meeting his emerald gaze, she hotly made out with his crown. She would have started sucking him off right then and there, literally choking herself on his tool, but she had something special planned for him. As she drew her tongue around his cock-head and stroked him off with a forehoof, she watched him gnaw his bottom lip. It wouldn’t take much for her to push him to the breaking point, especially since it was the first time he’d ever had somepony giving his stallionhood the lovin’ it deserved, and that’s exactly what she was going to do.

She took her time and enjoyed herself, savoring every twitch of his length of little buck in his hips, until he was leaking pre-cum like a busted faucet. Backing away and giving the tip of his dick a parting kiss, she slipped her forehoof down his length, gave his balls a loving squeeze, and withdrew. He may not have realized it yet, but she was going to tap into all the suppressed, stallionly urges he’d been neglecting.

Humming contentedly to herself, she stepped over his leg and rolled onto her back beside him. “Go’on and get up for me, sweetheart.”

Doing as he’d been told, albeit with a bit of reluctance, Trouble ponderously shifted his weight and got his hooves under himself. “Are ya done already? Shucks - Ah was hopin’ -”

“Oh we ain’t done, hon - not by a long shot,” she tittered, twisting in place and letting her head hang over the side of the mattress. “C’mon over here and swab mah throat with that beautiful beast of yours.”

“Ah…A…all right,” he rumbled, stepping down to the floor and trotting around the bed toward her.

It was too cute - he really was acting like a school colt who was about to get lucky. She remained right where she was, opening her mouth for him as he reared back and slammed his forehooves to either side of her chest. She was a fraction of his size and maybe a quarter of his weight, but it wasn’t until he was looming over her, his stallionhood creeping closer and closer to her snout, that she fully appreciated just how insanely massive he was.

Stopping when his cock bumped against her nose, he twisted his head to the side and peeked down at her. “Are ya sure this is alright? Ah don’t wanna hurt ya or nothin.”

“It’s fine,” she laughed, dismissively batting a forehoof up at him. “Now don’t you hold back or nothin’.”

Turning her attention back to his nethers, with her excitement cowing down her better judgment, she got back into position and extended her forelegs. As she caressed his underbelly, he stepped forward and drove his length into her muzzle. Her eyelids fluttered, her heart skipped a beat, and she ground her thighs together, while inch after godly inch of stud meat filled her maw.

The head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat in an instant, her lips were already stretched wide open, and he’d only just started with her. She knew it was bad, that there was a very real chance that she could black out from trying to throat such an absurdly huge cock, but she didn’t care. Rubbing the girthy root of his tool with one forehoof, she gently patted his balls and prompted him to continue.

He didn’t disappoint her in the slightest, taking another step and sinking his length into her gullet. She’d been fortunate to fill her lungs before he plugged her airway, but that didn’t mean she was out of the woods yet. Less experienced stallions didn’t know what they were capable of, especially those who were on the larger side, making Trouble a walking, talking, weapon of carnal destruction.

Her throat spasmed around him, as he sank deeper and deeper into her snout. By the time he’d fully hilted, she swore he was in her stomach. Steadily he rolled his hips back and withdrew a portion of his length, leaving saliva and lipstick smearing his shaft, before he bucked his hips. If she could have groaned, she would have - unfortunately for her, she was completely and totally stifled by his endowment.

The face fucking he delivered was, in a word, incredible. His long, steady strokes suited him perfectly, mirroring his vast size and unquestionable strength, and they were just what she was hoping for. Bringing one forehoof down her frame, she twisted and pinched one of her teats. If she wasn’t careful, should she not pass out beforehoof, she might just blow her load purely from the oral!

He moved like a machine, with all the power and speed of an industrial locomotive, and she loved every second of it. Some stallions were fast, screwing like it was a race, while others were slow and methodical - Trouble was definitely the latter. Her lips and jaw were forced wider every time his medial ring was rammed into her snout, the velvety skin sheathing his length glided over her tongue and into her throat, and the sound of his heavy breaths were as good - no, better than she could have ever imagined.

Little by little, in spite of her best efforts, her body started to rebel against her. Her lungs burned, her pulse raced, the corners of her vision started to tunnel, yet she endured. If she had even the slightest chance of making him her coltfriend, she was going to have to prove she was better than anypony else in town - heck, anypony else in Equestria. As his pendulous balls rhythmically slapped against her face, blinding her and smearing her makeup with his sweat, he slowed and ultimately came to a halt.

“Ah…Ah can’t do this,” he grumbled, stepping back and hauling his shaft from her esophagus.

She sputtered around the tip of his length before it popped clear of her muzzle. On one hoof, it was nice that he’d allowed her to breathe - on the other, she was more than a little disappointed that he’d stopped so suddenly. Twisting around and pushing herself up on one foreleg, she knit her brow and peered up at his face.

“Why can’t ya?” she softly inquired. “It won’t like Ah minded.”

“It’s just that…” he murmured, the blush returning to his cheeks. “It’s just that Ah wanted my first time to be special,” he continued, “and that Ah wanted to look at that pretty face of yours.”

Her jaw flapped uselessly for a moment, unable to form a single word. She had to look terrible, her makeup a mess and nearly styled mane unkempt, yet he wanted to look at her all the same. Shooting to her hooves, the fires of her passion burning hotter and brighter than ever before, she pointed to the center of the bed. If he wanted to see her face, she could definitely accommodate.

“Lay down for me,” she instructed, moving to the far side of the bed.

He obliged without question, stepping up and onto the mattress before rolling onto his back for her. There were a number of positions she could have chosen to accommodate his request, but there was only one that felt fitting. She closed the gap between them and swung her legs over his barrel.

“Hope you’re ready for this,” she cooed.

Swinging one hind leg back, she carefully angled his stallionhood to her tush. For any ordinary stallion, she would have hopped on and started riding like a seasoned cowgirl - given Trouble’s impressive stature and unimaginable endowment, the procedure took just a little more finesse. She kept her eyes on his face, fully intent to sear his reaction into her memory, as she rocked back and kissed her entrance to the head of his cock.

She’d be the first to confess that she was a bit of a size queen, having gone so far as to buy several toys that would put stallions to shame, yet the act of impaling herself on him was a trial - a sinfully delectable, divine trial, but a trial nonetheless. Slowly exhaling and relaxing her ass, she threw her weight back and forced herself onto him.

Her well-used pucker yielded after only a matter of moments, engulfing the thick crown of his cock and sending a wave of pleasure through her. Given how long she’d waited for a chance to be with him, the fact that he’d given his virginity to her, and how he’d just used her airway, she came on the spot. With her legs buckling, threatening to give out beneath her, she released a shuddering sigh and painted his belly with her weak, watery spunk.

His eyes widened in surprise, looking from her bliss-wracked face to the spunk on his stomach. “Did…did you just cum from that?”

“Y…yeah,” she stammered, unable to keep herself from drooling. “Just gimme a s…second.”

The intrusion was monumental, pushing even her experienced ass to its limits. Willing her trembling limbs to fall still and obey her, she continued her rearward descent. She moved in reverse, spearing herself on his shaft until his medial ring nudged her entrance. Getting the base of his shaft in was going to be a herculean effort, easily the most difficult thing she’d ever done, but there was no way in Tartarus she was going to stop until she had the colossus hilted.

She set her jaw, clamped her eyes shut, and steadily exhaled as she put her body weight to use. While she wasn’t all that big, roughly the same size as an average mare, she had what most females lacked - fearless determination. Wiggling her hips from side to side, trying to get a better angle to accomplish the task, she was eventually met with success. With a triumphant whimper, she gyrated atop him and squeezed her pucker around the very root of his tool.

“Ya said you wanted to see my face -” she purred, leaning back to give him a view of her abdomen, “well here ya go…”

She’d felt him slip into her colon, so there was no way he wasn’t bulging her tummy. Seeing he was mesmerized by the spectacle, his eyes never wavering from the imprint of his cock in her guts, she peered down at herself. Sure enough, coming to just beneath her sternum, the outline of his stallionhood was as clear as the light of day.

Flexing her hind legs, she raised her waist, freed a few inches of his shaft, and slammed her ass back atop him. While she was happy that he was enjoying the sight of her and her rearranged insides, the view was only a small part of the experience. Grinning from ear to ear, with saliva creeping down to her chin, did what she did best - take cock like an absolute slut.

It really wasn’t her fault that she was so aggressive in bed - after all, she was making up for a lifetime of not getting plowed. Her teats swayed and jiggled, her limp little clit flailed about on her groin, and her mewls of delight cut through the air. This was what she was made for, what she’d always wanted, and being with the pony of her dreams was enough to all but erase her refractory period.

She tried to put on a show, putting the cornucopia of lecherous techniques she’d learned to use, but it was a fruitless endeavor. There were simply too many factors in play to let her concentrate, from the sheer magnitude of the stallionhood she was sheathed around to the absolute stud it was attached to, so her enthusiasm insidiously robbed her of her ability to control herself.

Flying into a frenzy, her motions came to reflect her unfettered zeal. Her second orgasm hit after mere minutes, a third rocked her shortly thereafter - still, she only slowed in the slightest after both. Until she caused him to peak, earning his rich, thick, pristine load, she was going to give him everything she had until she couldn’t move.

“Oh gosh…” he reverently whispered, looking between her face and the rest of her.

“Y…you like - Mmmmn - that, big stuff?” she rasped.

Peering up at her face, he nodded. “This is amazin’, but there’s something Ah wanna try.”

She beamed down at him without breaking her breakneck pace. “Well what’re ya wan - Eeep!”

With a speed belying his mountainous size, moving faster than she’d ever seen him before, he threw his weight over and pinned him under himself. She stared up at him in disbelief, meeting his gaze as her stuffed hole flexed around his length. Had he said he would have preferred missionary, she would have spread her legs and welcomed him to ruin her that way - fortunately for the both of them, her spontaneous climax had inspired him to take what he wanted.

Caught completely off guard, she was powerless to stop him when he leaned in, locked lips with her, and started to fuck. The bed groaned beneath them, its frame creaking and likely on the cusp of shattering outright, as he plowed her into the mattress. In and of itself, the kiss would have been wondrous beyond words, but the rutting - the rutting was the most intense thing she’d ever experienced.

She groaned into his mouth and nearly came all over his gut before she was able to regain her composure. This was supposed to be special, an occasion he’d look back on fondly for the rest of his days, so she couldn’t just lay there and get screwed like some flimsy sex toy! Kicking out her hind legs and snapping them around his hips, pulling herself up to meet his plunges, she gave as good as she got.

Though he was a mountain compared to her, being able to overpower her with but a thought, she had him cornered in sensual expertise. Like David and Goliath, she pitted herself against him. She’d suffered through a hoofful of orgasms already, having weathered each to devote herself fully to him, and she was not about to give up now. Seconds passed into minutes and longer still, as their passion soared.

This was heaven, plain and simple, and she wished it would never end. His strokes were steady and unstoppable, like a jackhammer from the forge of a god, rutting her into a stupor. She couldn’t say when she came to the startling realization, barely able to form a coherent thought, but a stunning revelation cut through her blissful fog. He wasn’t just having sex with her, he wasn’t railing her like some horny animal - no, he was making love to her.

The thought alone that he cared for her sent her sailing past the brink, causing her to bray around his thick, muscular tongue and dribble what little jizz she had left onto herself. Be it because of her umpteenth orgasm, her uncontrolled shivering, or her rapturous howl, he pulled back and stared down at her. Sweet, merciful Celestia - his handsome face was the sort of thing that inspired poets.

“Ah…Ah’m getting close,” he growled.

Reaching up and grabbing his cheeks, she drew his face to herself. “Inside…”

Maybe he’d been waiting for the green-light, or perhaps hearing that she wanted to be bred was the straw that broke the camel’s back - regardless, as soon as she gave the command, he buried the entirety of his length into her and came. The absolute tidal wave of his seed broke her instantly. She thrashed beneath him, losing control of herself and nearly blacking out from the unimaginable ecstasy coursing through her.

By the time he was done filling her, swearing she could taste his essence at the back of her throat, she lay limp and all but lifeless. Her limbs rested on the fractured bed, she was absolutely covered in sweat, and her vision faded in and out. Being with him hadn’t been good, it hadn’t been incredible - it had been life changing.

He carefully wormed a forehoof under her upper back, crashed to the side and pulled her to his big, burly chest. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

“Uh…uh-huh…” she numbly responded, gazing down at her round, distended belly.

She looked pregnant - heck, after the breeding she’d just gotten, she might have actually been pregnant. Falteringly draping a foreleg on him, pitiably attempting to return the embrace, she wearily smiled. Even if he didn’t want to make her his marefriend, she’d do anything to spend another night with him - speaking of which.

“Are y…ya - Cough - gonna stay the night?” she croaked, lifting her head to look up at his face.

He nodded and smirked down at her. “If’n you’ll have me,” he replied, looking away as he flushed, “babe.”

She blinked and shook her head, unsure if she’d heard him. “D…does that mean what I think it means?”

Lowering his muzzle, he pecked her crown. “That you’ll be my sweetheart?”

Her grip on him tightened and she giggled like a school filly, overcome with joy by what she’d heard. “Of course, sugar!”

Holding him with what little strength she could muster, she contentedly gyrated against him. Sleeping with him would have been phenomenal in and of itself, but she’d gotten much, much more than that - she’d gotten herself a genuine coltfriend. She kissed her way up his neck, past his jaw, and to his snout until her lips met his. Her life was now complete, she had everything she ever wanted, and she was absolutely certain that she’d found happiness, all because of a little visit to the changelings outside of Ponyville.

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