Ode to my Udder
A sonnet about being turned into a cowgirl.
Fallout Equestria: Letters to Celestia - Chapter 4
sonnet! lighten it's weight as much as you can!" "i...i'm not good at that." sonnet replied in a shaky whisper. i whipped my head around to look at her. "sonnet! fucking do as i say now before we die!"
Fallout Equestria: Letters to Celestia - Chapter 5
I liked the stallion, he was a good conversationalist, but if he didn't stop giving me that look when it came to sonnet, i was going to deck him. i looked at sonnet. "hey... are you alright?"
There is a howl that resonates the air
There is a howl that resonates the air - not deep and prideful - that is not my wolf. A friendly call belongs to him I care about - the gentle soul that is your wealth. We nuzzle muzzles - locking lips as we exchange our breaths. Alone, his...
arg === "equal" & Cruising
A petrarchan sonnet on marriage equality, and a limerick on police cruising. ### preamble a petrarchan sonnet follows the rhyme scheme abba abba cdx cdx, where x is either c or e.
RSH- Retaliation
"it is imperative that we get him back, but we must defeat the russians here at sonnet first. if they capture sonnet, he will have fought in vain."
Fallout Equestria: Letters to Celestia - Chapter 7
sonnet asked, her small voice sounding behind me from her chair.
I Love You Like...
Here's my attempt at constructing an italian (petrarchan) sonnet in iambic pentameter. i hope you enjoy!
Fallout Equestria: Letters to Celestia - Chapter 3
"guard sonnet," i warned them, pushing sonnet beside lucky who almost recoiled from touching her, as though he were afraid to get too close. "why are you goin' with him?"
The Foolish Toads
This poem was the winning entry in the Iron Writer contest at AnthrOhio this weekend. The rules were: It had to be in Iambic Pentameter It should have a Renaissance theme Only animals excluded from Zootopia BONUS: If you mention Quebec (in...
Fallout Equestria: Letters to Celestia - Chapter 2
"sonnet," she answered in a small voice, "sonnet bloom." \*\*\* \*\*\* \*\*\* night fell in the wasteland and with it a cool breeze washed through the yellow straw grass and sandy dunes.
A Transformation Sonnet
I pity those whose sex lives are mundane, For they will never know diversity. To feel their fingers through a growing mane, And sample natural perversity. When I make love our bodies start to change, Our skin gives way to fur and fresh new...