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Scattered dreams, a place of fane.
Shiny glimpses, my resolve wanes.
Hands and faces, hooves and masks.
Why do I love it, do all that she asks?
Dark as the night, she squeak, huff and glisten.
Equine divinity of stature, gracious , smooth, one must listen.
For those that desire to invest into becoming a latex equine in HD. Art still by @ArtByHornbuckle
Underneath our human masks, what are we?
For me, it is pony. Very shiny, possibly evil, definitely lewd rubbermancing pony.
Art done by the very talented hornbuckle https://t.co/5iqhT9fRt8