Story by Anon
Somethings been bugging you lately. Clover doesnt like her face being touched. You realize you havent seen her left eye.
Shes napping now, lying on her side. Her shoulders are wiggling like shes dreaming of running.
You gently brush her blonde mane away. She wakes with a start, blinking rapidly. Then she screams.
“What have you done with my legs?
Then she laughs. Gotcha, Anon.
Her giggles almost distract you from what you saw. Like limpid pools of pure love, her eyes together were amazing and gorgeous. Violet and glistening, you could have lost yourself in their depths.
She wears her mane that way to protect you, Anon. For you.
Im really proud of these hands