Have you ever reflected on a choice you made in the past that at the time you thought was the pinnacle of good judgement, only to realize that you fucked up so spectacularly? And the only reason you’re dedicated to seeing your fucked up decision out of some asinine sense of obligation? Yeah, that was me.

Having turned 18 years old, I decided that it was prime time for me to strike out and start a life for myself, separate from Twilight and the others, and this job at the Manehattan National Park was the perfect opportunity for me to get started… or so I thought. It seems as the very moment I was accepted into this job, the universe itself decided to group me with every single stereotypical girl in the world. I won’t torture you with the excruciating details of describing them as I’m sure it’ll throw you for anger induced rage that’ll put Tirek to shame, I’m ready to beat someone’s teeth in just writing this out.

Anyways, enough babbling, cause I know that's not what you all came here for. You all came here to witness my torture at the hands of said fucked up decision. So here you go. Oh, and my name's Crimson Feather.

WARNING WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN FUTAS ALONG WHOLE SLEW OF OTHER FETISHES SUCH AS BIG BOOBS, FAT-ASSES, AND MUCH, MUCH, MORE! Although I'm not sure if I'll add vore to this... but I digress, if you come over here and get scared reading this, don't come crying to me. No, I swear, if you come crying to me, I have my own form of revenge if it comes to that. But if you do like that, then please, enjoy. Oh, and Flim and Flam will be gender swapped.