Love is Life

Rarity panted, staring into Twilight's eyes, "Twilight... what's going on? I feel... so hot..."

The other mare ran her hooves down the seamstress' thigh and shook her head, as if trying to clear it, "I... hormones create pheromones which could intensify certain urges..."

A/N: and that's as far as I got. I've written this about eight different ways and all of them were terrible. I am bad at clop between ponies. Now if they were human I'd be fine, I can write that till the cows come home, but for some reason adapting maneuvers to ponies doesn't seem to work. So, there won't actually be any clop in this story, but I will be continuing it, just clop free. Well, mostly. I might describe some things now and then, like Twilight's little self-session. Otherwise, no more clop, but a lot of intense makeouts at the very least. Kinda like what I did with L&L and Midwife Crisis. Hint at it, then go past.

Hopefully this will stay funny, and romantic, and keep going as I want it to. I've read too many Changeling Twi fics with the Dark, sad, or tragedy tags. Time for a fun one damnit!