Chromatophage

This problem is most definitely not solved. It’s getting harder and harder to resist the urges. I can sense the Spectra flowing through ponies. I sit next to my sister at dinner, all I want is that delicious spicy nectar contained in her body. I walk down the street and all I can focus on is the ocean of Spectra that I’m surrounded by. This is torture.

I’ve taken to keeping myself completely isolated. I’ve convinced my mother that I’m sick for now, but I know that isn’t a permanent solution. I’m gonna have to come up with something in order to keep ponies away. Let’s hope I can think of it soon.