To be swept off one's feet and be carried off into the sunset for a happily ever after. That's what many romances try to be. This one gets a swift drop kick out the window and lands face first onto a conveniently placed pile of manure instead. Join a young mare in love for an experience that isn't... quite the "into the sunset" moment that she's hoping for.

Author notes and disclaimers: No clop here. I wanted to try my hand at these often poorly handled tags and see if I can't break a cliché or two. Probably the only time I'll be using sex or anthro tags in my stories. (Yes, I know the image isn't anthro. I was going for expression vs lining up with the story's technicalities. If anyone wants to translate that expression to anthro, knock yourself out.) And a touch of comedy that isn't quite worth the comedy tag, as most my works tend to have.