Sometimes human males travel to other planets for some reason, and sometimes those planets happen to be populated by lavender colored equines. Sometimes said human males feel xenophilic attraction. One fateful evening, you decide to take things to the next level. You wonder if you're being, well, realistic.

Please note that I wrote this with my brain turned off. I just wanted to let out some frustrations with the traditional ways that authors write clopfics and how they work out. It's symbolic, I suppose, in terms of looking back at previous stuff I've written (which often, honestly, weird me out). This story isn't in continuity with anything. Anyways, thanks for reading.