As the fair young maiden walked through the lively village and towards her destination, it took all her concentrated effort not to run as fast as she could to reach it. Finally, after all this horrible waiting, the moment was finally here! She’d waited for forever, or at least it had felt like it. That miserable ache that had settled in her stomach from the absence had been almost unbearable- but now, finally, the time for waiting was actually over!

Fluttershy had been devastated by the departure of her secretive love. Not one letter had been sent in the entirety of their separation, some of the darkened nights that were spent so deeply alone would leave her close to tears, if not in tears. The old habits of caring for her animals herself had to be resurrected again; routines that had once been done without a thought were now brought back in stumbling leaps and bounds rather than the smooth rhythm they had once possessed. Fluttershy had grown accustomed to the benevolent aid, and she missed the sweetness with which they were done. She missed the flowers and the love that had been given. Part of her wondered if she simply should have leapt down that ladder and run after that wonderful, wonderful woman instead of standing there like a stupefied fool. It may have been an abandonment of her duties and the animals she cherished, but she would have been with the love of her life! Wasn’t that worth something, too?

But now… now, she had come back! She had finally reached out to her again, calling for her! Fluttershy could hardly wait for the moment they reunited, how her heart longed for it! They would embrace one another, hold one another tightly as they kissed, and kissed, and… she blushed as her mind went to places she rarely ever thought of. But that small, forbidden daydream was wonderful.

Fluttershy held the note tightly in her hand, looking back down so as to read it again:

My darling Fluttershy,

Forgive me for such an extended silence. My work has been arduous, more difficult than I expected. But now that I am done, my only thought has been to see you again. I wish to feel your touch, your hand in mine- your lips pressed deeply against my own. My love for you cannot be written here, but only expressed through action.

It is my hope and desire that you would meet me with Canterlot, this Saturday at sundown. The return address on the envelope will be where I meet you, openly at last. It is my dearest hope that when we do see each other again that all we know is happiness like never before. As I give my love to you, I pray that yours be given to me in return.

Please pardon my brashness when I make this request: Your dressmaker friend, lovely Rarity, has been commissioned to make a gift for you. It would make me happy if you would receive it this Friday, for she shall be expecting you. When I see you, I would be glad if you wear her finest craftsmanship upon your fair form.

My soul and body ache for you with hunger.

~ Your Love

Fluttershy wouldn’t have even thought of arguing against such a request. Of course she would arrive adorned in her lover’s gift- she could have asked for her to arrive naked and she would have done so! My goodness, I actually thought that! I’m being so very silly.

When the Carousel Boutique at last came into view, the poor woman gave a sigh of relief. It had taken far too long already, she was eager to see what had been set aside for her. Would it be a ballgown, a lovely hat, something she couldn’t even think of? A small part of her that she didn’t want to recognize hoped it was lingerie. Only a few more steps and she would find out.

As the bell above the door rung with her entrance, the pleasant voice of Rarity cried out, “Be with you in a minute!” Patient waiting done impatiently, and the lovely fashionista appeared from the backrooms and smiled at the sight of her awaited friend. “Fluttershy! It’s good to see you, darling! I was wondering when you would show.”

“Hi, Rarity. It’s lovely to see you,” Fluttershy said. “I… I guess you know why I’m here.”

“Yes, I am,” Rarity replied, a rather strange look taking shape on her face. “I received the order a little over a week ago, and I’ve been hard at work ever since. It’s just- well…”

Something wasn’t right within the woman’s mind. “Is everything alright, Rarity?”

“Hmm? Well, I’m not quite sure, darling,” Rarity answered. “You see, I’ve completed the order as promised, but- dear, I’m not quite sure it’s- it’s you.”

Fluttershy’s mind was singular, eager to see the awaited gift from her beloved. “I don’t understand.”

“The dress is done, dear, but it’s- oh, hold on a moment,” Rarity huffed, disappearing back into the rooms of the Boutique for a few moments before returning with a dark-colored object in hand. “It’s a dress, dear, and… it’s a bit different from your- normal tastes.”

“Oh…” Fluttershy held the item in hand and marveled at how comfortable it felt- only for a moment as she let it fall saw it was indeed a dress- a very, very small one. A little black dress, with emphasis on little. Strapless, for one thing- and likely body tight. In fact, she wasn’t even sure if she could wear it at all. “Maybe… I should try it on first?”

“That would be my suggestion,” Rarity said, eyeing the dress with discomfort. “Let’s see how it looks.”

To Fluttershy’s amazement, the dress fit perfectly. Yes, it was taut and accentuated her form in excess, but Rarity’s work was wonderful. When she examined herself in the mirror, she could hardly believe that she looked so spectacularly sexy. Her bust was slightly squished so as to accent the size, with the slim waistline she possessed was given extra precedence because of it. As she turned about, she could see that not all of her figure was guaranteed cover- if she sat down, some of her would be exposed. I didn’t know my… my rear was that nice. Fluttershy wanted to laugh at such silly thoughts that were so strong now inside her mind. She would look wonderful for her beloved!

“Fluttershy, I’ve been thinking maybe you shouldn’t- oh my stars!” Rarity cried, whatever she had to say before cast aside as the beautiful woman exited the fitting room and let herself be seen in her gift for the first time. The fashionista, never one to be subtle, let her emotions be put on fullest display at the sight of her friend in such a decadent outfit, her chest heaving with the depth of her feeling. “You look positively irresistible, darling! Magnificent, even!”

“You really think so?” Fluttershy wondered if she should be ashamed of how she was acting right now, if there should be embarrassment about her actions. Instead, she was grateful: if Rarity was this enamored with the look, how much more so would her beloved be. “You did a wonderful job, Rarity.”

“Oh, only the best for you, darling!” Rarity proclaimed, coming over to give her friend a deep hug that lasted longer than expected. “I can only imagine how they’ll act when they see you. Heaven knows you’re impossible to resist.”

“Really?”

“Completely impossible, darling,” Rarity whispered, suddenly leaning in to place her lips on Fluttershy’s for a kiss. The gesture was unexpected, Fluttershy at first wanting to reel back and away from the outpouring of affection; it was not the feel of her lover’s lips, but it was nice and soft nonetheless. She let the kiss continue for a little longer, and a little longer still as the two women found happiness in the embrace-

Just as Fluttershy was willing to allow the moment to intensify further, Rarity suddenly broke apart, her expression stricken by shame. “I’m sorry, darling, I- it was too- Ihavetogo!” Rarity raced away from her compliant partner and disappeared up the stairs, out of sight as the sound of a door being slammed shut echoed through the building.

Fluttershy stood there for a time, perplexed by the sudden turn of events. She knew her beloved’s kiss was not anything like Rarity’s- more gentle, less refined. But it had been pleasant. She would have been willing to allow more. Perhaps, when they had the opportunity, Fluttershy and her lover would need to pay Rarity a visit and talk things over. It would be… nice.

She left early Saturday morning, doing what she could to feed her animals before heading to the train station with bags packed. She would not change yet, but instead having reserved a hotel room not far from her final destination. Fluttershy felt the excitement change from the roaring intensity and instead to something else, something deeper and different. This was the moment she had longed for all her life, even if she didn’t know it. She wanted this mysterious woman more than she wanted breath in her lungs. Tonight, at long last, they would be in each other’s arms.

The wait in her hotel room for the sun to set was torturous. How long could one day be? How could she resist simply sprinting down there and seeking out the woman of her dreams? The hours ticked by slowly, and Fluttershy wished she could simply sleep the time away. The excitement in her bones would not allow such a thing to pass, not on this momentous day.

When the sun did at last fall, she hesitated. Was something about this… not right? Something perhaps unsafe? The woman had yet to reveal her face, or even say her name. Fluttershy was chasing after a ghost, even after all these months. But this wonderful woman had been so sweet, so caring… Fluttershy wanted to at least give her a chance. It was time to adorn herself in her lover’s gift, and set out into the city.

Fluttershy felt the stares of others as she walked to her destination, Rarity’s exquisite craftsmanship highlighting desirable sensuality. She was the object of affection for all wherever she walked, though the eyes of one were all she longed for. It would be any moment now…

Wait- this can’t be it. Fluttershy came to a grinding halt outside the building that she thought had been her goal- but it couldn’t be, could it? It just wasn’t right, she was too beautiful, too sweet and lovely- so why did Fluttershy’s lover guide her to a strip club?

Canterlot Club, the sign displaying the words above in hot-pink neon lights; it wasn’t exactly easily mistaken for anything else. Was that the big secret? Fluttershy’s devoted admirer was a dancer?

“Well…” it wasn’t the worst surprise she could have discovered. So what if she was a stripper? She was still so very sweet and thoughtful, and that was what Fluttershy had become infatuated with. It wasn’t the occupation that really mattered, after all. She was here to see the woman she loved, and she would not be satisfied until it was done. With more trepidation than she had expected –and less than she felt when she had first arrived- Fluttershy pushed open the door and walked into her beloved’s world.

She hadn’t been to many strip clubs in her young life- truthfully, she hadn’t been to any strip clubs. But whatever she had believed of them didn’t seem to be true with this one at all. The place was comfortably lit, soft light like the flames of candles that illuminated the showroom floor. The visitors in the place were all women, not a single prying or predatory eye among them, so many possessing a drink and a smile. The staff were –shockingly- well-dressed in finery that gave them a lovely appearance rather than a slatternly one.

Fluttershy had expected grungy. If anything, she was more scandalously dressed than the staff. This was a nightclub for certain, but it seemed a place of safety.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” a well-mannered voice sounded to the side of her and Fluttershy turned to see a young girl approaching, hardly an adult and sporting a captivating smile. “Would you perhaps be Miss Fluttershy?”

“I am,” she answered, a mixture of nerves and excitement. “Am I expected?”

“Yes, very much, ma’am!” the young girl replied happily. “Our Lady has been hoping to see you for many days now! If you would only follow me, I can take you to where she awaits your arrival.”

“Oh! Please, I would be delighted,” Fluttershy answered, now giggling madly. So her lover was not a dancer but the Lady of the house! It was to be very exciting a night indeed. She followed her lovely guide deep into the depths of the club to where regal doors awaited her. She threw them open and walked forward-

A shock of recognition at the form, the face that awaited her. She knew it from two places, two different lives. It was her lover, the one she loved in return; it just wasn’t who she expected at all.

Chrysalis sighed in satisfaction at the sight of her long effort finally bearing fruit. It was all so, so close now. The trap had been set, the bait had sought after long ago. All that remained now was the arrival.

Discretion could only last for so long, she had realized. Subtlety was an art form, but a bit of flaunting never hurt. In her work at Ponyville, she had come to a conclusion that would make the final victory all the more perfect: it had to be done right here in Canterlot, right underneath Celestia’s nose. She would be struck down right in the heart of her prized city before she knew something was wrong. When at last it came that sun-marked Princess’ turn to be defeated, it would be done so before a crowd of people who she had thought were on her side.

The Ravens had been the one to scout this place out. An old storage warehouse that had survived a post-war reconstruction campaign, numerous rooms and hideaways for those who would need it. It had once been a place used for the survival of a species- now, so many years later, it would be so yet again. Chrysalis’ plan would set in motion a certainty of survival that would keep the Changelings protected for generations to come.

Theft had been rampant across the kingdom, if only for a few days. Lightning strikes, quick and precise as she had ordered. Only hard currency was acceptable, lest they be traced. When the haul had finally been put together, it was more than enough to purchase the warehouse legally. Even the supplies that would be needed to turn the dilapidated building into a true temple of love were paid for before they’d even been bought. Quietly, disguised as mere common workers, her drones had entered into the place and built it to her exact specifications, giving it the appearance of nothing more than a simple women’s nightclub.

Only the astute would know the difference. Everything from the ventilation system to the lighting had been done to heighten the wellbeing of the horde that dwelled inside; the warehouse was their new hive. Here, her horde could be hidden in peace, able to drink deep from the unsuspecting. Right now, her Lieutenants guarded the doors to prevent unwelcome entry- which was all but one, for at least a start. When the time came and Chrysalis had truly found ultimate victory, it would be a feast for the ages. She had constructed it perfectly, ensuring that even her conquests would boil over for the sustenance of her swarm and allow them to grow fat with strength.

Now, she waited. The night had come. She knew Fluttershy had been so badly affected by her absence that the oversexualized gift she had been given would be taken without hesitation, the act bringing about a new opportunity for further down the road. When she arrived, her horde would be there to welcome her, and bring the unsuspecting girl right into the heart of the spider’s web. From there, even the architecture of this place would be fighting against her instinct to call the resplendent queen an enemy.

The door opened behind her and Chrysalis gave a smile. After all that effort, the real fun was about to begin.

“Who… who are you?” Fluttershy’s voice was cautious as the recognition of the person before her spoke to two very different memories.

“I?” Chrysalis said sweetly, turning about so as to take in her lover in fullness. “I am the one who adores you, my dear Fluttershy.”

“Chrysalis!” The soft-spoken girl looked like she wanted to scream, practically clawing at the door in the hopes it would spill open and let her free from this place. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh-”

“My goodness, darling,” Chrysalis remarked, taking position on a nearby stool and letting herself be flaunted. “You needn’t be so afraid. I’ve no desire to harm you.”

“I’m a prisoner, aren’t I? You kidnapped me!” Fluttershy cried.

“Not at all, my love,” came the reply. “I do not call you my heart’s desire falsely. Come now… I’ve no desire to harm you.”

“What do you want of me, then?” She held her back to the door, hands still trying to fumble with the unbreakable lock. “You’re going to do something awful, aren’t you?”

“Not in the slightest, my darling Fluttershy,” Chrysalis assured her. “My eyes only search for you. Come forward and let me see you. My gift must be lovely on your fair figure.”

Fluttershy hesitated. This was a ruse. It had to be. But the form of Chrysalis was so familiar- not from a nightmare battle in the very city in which she now stood, but in the form of shadows as her heart spoke of a yearning love- of lips that had been haunting her dreams for so long now. “Are you…” she faltered.

“Go on, my darling,” Chrysalis said encouragingly. “I do not bite any longer.”

Fluttershy found her courage again, a pleasant sweetness in the air. “Are you really my secret admirer? Or is this just a trick?”

“Admirer? Your words are too weak, my dear,” Chrysalis crooned, eyes glowing in anticipation of the wonderful moments that were coming ever closer. “You are my delight, my heart’s deepest desire. I wish to ravish you.”

The fearful girl relinquished her grip on the door handle, though her expression still suggested some hesitancy remained. It was not to be so easy to lower her defenses as Chrysalis had suspected. A little more effort would have to be given if she were to bring this sweet-faced woman to her side. Chrysalis simply sat there and smiled with all the warmth she possessed, letting her eyes do the talking for her.

“Why are you here?” Fluttershy asked. “Are you trying to take over Canterlot again?”

“Why, dear Fluttershy- you leave me hurt, truly!” Chrysalis declared, even looking so. “I am here because I am desperately in love with you.”

“With… me?” She still appeared skeptical.

“Surely you do not think all my gestures and words of affection mean nothing,” Chrysalis replied. “When my drones spoke of you, they told me of a beautiful girl with the softest eyes. I needed to find you again, and find you I did. The moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew you had to be mine.”

“Oh…”

Did she now believe her? The queen would push a little more, just in case. “When I had to depart from you that night, with little more than the slightest of kisses, I could hardly stand not being in your arms,” she continued, “every day I have thought of you. Of your tongue on mine, our naked bodies pressed together, drinking deeply of one another. Have you not desired the same?”

“I…” Fluttershy was starting to blush now. “I just didn’t know it was you.”

“I can be whomever you wish, my dear butterfly,” Chrysalis purred. “All I long for is to make love to you.”

Fluttershy still was not certain. All of this was very strange; it hadn’t been all that long ago that this beautiful, magnificent woman had been eager to take over the kingdom. Yet here she was now, desiring nothing more than to have sex with her. It was a delightful- unusual turn of events.

But- Chrysalis herself looked… wonderful. A little black dress of her own adorned the magnificent physique of the Changeling queen and highlighted every ounce of splendor: beautiful, large breasts that deserved to be sucked and worshipped; a voluptuous figure that was adorned with a butt that needed to be pleasured; lips so plump and inviting, lidded eyes that called for Fluttershy to walk over and sit in this wondrous woman’s lap-

Those splendid, silken legs of Chrysalis’ opened wide and revealed a panty-less bottom, her sex there for the claiming. Fluttershy trembled; she lusted for this dark angel.

“I can’t resist you for long, my butterfly,” Chrysalis spoke at last, rising from her place atop the comfortable stool to stride close to the shivering maiden. “I must know if you feel the same.”

“Oh…” hands so soft, just as she had remembered them, the finger stroking through her hair ever so gently. The tips just barely brushed the nape of her neck and she gave a shiver at the sensation.

“I want more than just to kiss you, darling,” Chrysalis whispered, standing so close to her desire, arms wrapping around the struggling girl to hold her tight. “I will make you cry from joy. But only if you let me…”

Fluttershy couldn’t speak now, stunned into silence as Chrysalis’ perfect tongue, incredibly long, extended out of her mouth and dangled there like a delectable morsel that was hers for the taking- and hers alone. She wanted this woman, she needed this woman…

“May I ravish you, my demure darling?” Chrysalis was so close that Fluttershy could feel her breath on her lips. “May I make you mine?”

“Oh my goodness YES!” Fluttershy cried, diving deep into Chrysalis’ awaiting lips as she plunged forth for a magnificent, fiery kiss that took even the seductive queen by surprise. She poured herself into the woman’s mouth, hands clutching that perfect face so tightly so as not to miss an ounce of this flawlessness of love and sexuality that she had craved for months. The two only broke apart by necessity of oxygen, the two women flushed and gasping for breath as a small filament of spittle hung between their open mouths. “I love you, Chrissy- I need you to do more than make love to me- fuck me raw.”

Chrysalis felt the rush of delight at the words and knew the work had been fruitful. She was being restored by this sweet-hearted woman’s primal passions, and this was only the beginning. “As you wish, my love,” she whispered, clutching Fluttershy and returning the kiss with equal fervor.

The kisses they shared were not gentle. For one so demure, Fluttershy seemed to possess an absolutely voracious lust, holding to her beloved as though she were afraid the spell would break if they did not hold each other tightly. Lips pressed against lips, tongue slithered over tongue, saliva flowed from one mouth to the other and dribbled out alongside gasping breaths as they shared the beginnings of their lovemaking.

Fluttershy’s hands could not resist the luscious breasts of the Changeling queen and tore the top of her dress downwards so as to clutch at them with greater force, kneading them in vicious delight. She hadn't known she could feel like this, but now that these wonderful urges were here, she had to see them satisfied- and only by sweet, perfect Chrysalis!

They broke apart for only a moment to catch their breath- “Stick out your tongue, please!” Fluttershy requested, and Chrysalis’ eyes smiled as she complied. “Oh...” Fluttershy took to that long, slithering tongue with rapturous glee, gracing it with kisses and strokes from her own pink organ before taking to sucking upon it like it was a sweet candy. No, candy did not taste as sweet as this. Only one thing could possibly be better.

Chrysalis sighed with contentment as Fluttershy’s adoration gave no signs of stopping. She relinquished her tongue and left Fluttershy looking scandalized. “Give me your tongue, my darling,” she said sultrily, “One good turn deserves another.”

“Oh, Chrissy, mine’s not as- Ah!” Hands reached out and fondled her breasts, a small shot of pleasure working through her body. Fluttershy promptly stuck out her tongue and could have mistaken her existence for a slice of heaven. Chrysalis’s sucklings on her little tongue were the work of a maestro, made all the more perfect by the fingers that stroked her skin-

“I love you,” Fluttershy whispered, pulling at her dress in a mad frenzy until it lay somewhere around her ankles. “Please, Chrissy…”

“Of course, my little butterfly,” Chrysalis said, “but first-” She took to the straps of her dress and pulled them down, throwing her dress aside and allowing the maiden a full look at the most perfect form any woman could possibly have. Such magnificent skin, such flowing curves! And this woman was going to make love to her! “Now… hold tight.”

Fluttershy struggled right from the beginning. She had practically been dribbling right from the moment she had walked in, and the excessive bout of passionate kissing had not made it any easier. Now, that flowing tongue upon which she had offered her love was now deep within her folds, slithering this way and that as it touched and tickled in the most perfect of places. How was she supposed to bear it? She wanted to scream, cry out and release- but if she could hold a little longer, then this impeccable woman would continue to pleasure her some more. She reveled in the sensation, gasping with delight-

It hit her so quickly that Fluttershy almost lost her breath as the orgasm came. She burst forth and let her juices flow like a river, pouring out directly into Chrysalis’ busied mouth where not a single drop was left undetected. Still the tongue of the queen worked, bringing about another great shudder, then another for good measure. It was Fluttershy’s first time ever, and she found herself wondering if anything would ever hope to rival it.

A glance down and she saw the smeared face of Chrysalis staring up at her from in between her legs, Fluttershy’s fluids easily discernable. Guilt at the warning-less action began to bubble up in her stomach. “Oh- Chrissy, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t even think it, my darling,” Chrysalis crooned, crawling her way up Fluttershy’s naked body with a series of soft, gentle kisses- from her thighs to her navel, to sweet breasts that tingled at the touch and at last to her lips yet again. The sensation was different this time, the slickness of saliva now turned viscous by- well, her own sexual fluids. Fluttershy wondered if only dirty girls did this, but she still enjoyed the feeling. It was more than nice, she decided.

Chrysalis felt fuller than she had in months. The girl had given her all of her love without reservation, not a drop of it held within her heart for her own keeping. The outpouring had been wonderful, so staggeringly sweet to the tongue that she could hardly believe her good fortune. This pretty little girl was hers now- and loathe would either of them be to relinquish the other. “I am only sorry that is all we can have…”

“What? No, we have plenty of time!” Fluttershy pouted, grabbing hold of Chrysalis’ breasts and plunging in for a kiss upon those succulent lips. “I- I want to make you feel good, too, you know. I’m not- well, experienced or anything, but I want to make you happy. Is- is that OK?”

Chrysalis had expected a multitude of various reactions from this young girl. Exhaustion, delirium, overwhelming delight. Chrysalis was used to the objects of her ravishings to be reduced to nothing more than gasping heaps of happiness, incapable of doing more than falling asleep where they lay. She had never, in all her many years on this earth, ever had one who could still stand- much less offer anything in return. She had wanted to feed on this girl’s love; was it to be shared with her willingly? A gift, rather than a sacrifice? “If- if you want to, my little butterfly,” she stammered.

Fluttershy smiled. “It’s my first time, so… please don’t be mad,” she said before falling to her knees and placing her head in between Chrysalis’ thighs. A small sigh, then- the plunge.

Chrysalis was a master of sex, and it took her no time at all to know that Fluttershy was a rank amateur. The words of inexperience had not been a lie, and her tongue-work was hesitant, uncertain. It felt good, pleasant and giving- but it required direction. AIM. Chrysalis felt the sensations that came from this girl, this sudden act of genuine love that was unlike anything she’d felt in her entire life. The Changeling queen thought she had been satisfied, her hunger abated. Now it was incensed. She felt a place of particular satisfaction and she gave a small moan of delight to let her lover know that the mark had been found. “Deeper, Fluttershy!” The work of the girl intensified, precisely guided by Chrysalis’ expert direction with each stroke that was offered, working the queen into a rapture of pleasure that she could hardly hold back. Finally, with one great gasp came the overflow, so strong that there could only be a cry of ecstasy. Out it flowed from Chrysalis pristine form and through the hive, waves upon waves of pleasure the likes of which no Changeling had ever known.

She crashed to her knees before the willing lover, Chrysalis gasping from sheer delight while Fluttershy’s petite figure heaved from her own exertions. The two women simply stared at one another for a time, unable to find the proper choice of words to describe what had just transpired.

“So,” Fluttershy breathed, a winded smile on her fluid-soaked lips, “how did I do?”

“How did you do..?” Chrysalis echoed. “My darling Fluttershy!” She took hold of the startled girl and kissed her fiercely, over and over as fluids and saliva of both women intermingled in joyous symphony. “You were wonderful, simply wonderful!”

Fluttershy giggled, leaning against her lover and gently pressing her lips against the sweat-soaked, bare skin. “Thank you, Chrissy,” she said sweetly. “I love you- so much.”

“And I you, my little butterfly,” Chrysalis replied, stunned to find that she meant it. She had always fed on love, never taken part in it. The sensation had been new and wonderful, absolutely unrivaled in any feeding she’d ever done. She hungered for more, craved more, and she would fight -even die- to protect the one who had willingly given her such strength.

Yet this love was not her end goal. No, instead it had transformed her goal into something far grander. She would not kill Celestia. This was to be a new beginning for the horde, a new way of life. And through sweet Fluttershy, she would see it through.

“Tell me, my darling butterfly,” Chrysalis said lightly, “how have your friends been doing these past months?”

Author's Note

More will come. Another story, another time. Trust.

Is what it is, I guess. Hoped for more views.