Your Deepest Desires

"Hmmmm, now that's a doozy of a question, isn't it?" Moxxi purses her lips in thought for several long minutes. "I have all of my children here with me, and I love them all to death, but that can never truly be the same as having a lover, can it? Not that I know if love for us is even the same thing as it is for you. You ponies attach so much significance to sex that it's a wonder you can tell it apart from love. I've always found that peculiar."

Moxxi rolls to her side and gives you a piercing, curious look. "Not that I mean to insult pony ways or look down on them, but so many ponies come here protesting how we 'demean' sex that it boggles my mind sometimes, as if sex is anything more than nature's method of continuing beyond your natural lifespan. And in our case, lunch." Moxxi cackles with a crooked grin. "Certainly a wonderful thing worth celebrating, but does celebrating it truly mean restricting it and hiding it?"

Moxxi shakes her head with a sigh and leans back in her chair again. "Now I'm just rambling, though. The final answer to your question, I suppose, is yes I can get lonely every now and again. But I imagine most creatures would say the same. I still wouldn't give up my life, or my family, for anything in the world."

"Are ponies the only thing you can turn into?"

"Do changelings fart?"

"Can I have sex with you?"

"I'm ready to get down to business."