Fabian wasn’t much one for written erotica, but something featuring him got his attention. Interesting name on the girl—perhaps she was Japanese? She was consistently emphasized as pale though, white as snow, but he’d seen very pale Asian people before. Apparently her hair was white too, she was always referred to as having a “white mane”, hence the descriptive surname he supposed, perhaps she was a mutant. Oh, no, apparently she was an Inhuman. An Inhuman Kymellian, whatever that meant. Must be some kind of caste among them. A high one, judging by how she was talked about as a queen. Well, that suited him just fine. He was royalty himself, after all, he deserved the same from other societies. Reading further—purely for curiosity, of course, not for pleasure, Lord Cortez was above such base things!—he tried to glean what she looked like beyond pale and white-haired. Apparently a long lovely neck–he could think of a few uses for a lengthy throat, and the author of this piece did as well—and an unusually long face, which gave him pause. Not his cup of tea, it just made him picture Chrome’s elongated mug. Perhaps the rest of her was at least attractive…mention was made of her breasts, but proper description really wasn’t given…description was made, however, of her whinnying and bucking when he rode her during sex, and he smiled smugly at that, pleased that the writer understood the effect he had on women. At the end, there was a surprisingly erotic-yet-tender description of her eating an apple from his hand. And then asking for a carrot, the innuendo obviously being–And then he got to the illustration.Oh.
Oh god.Fabian raced for the bathroom.When he finally came back out, face haggard from the horror and his hair a mess, his stomach contents voided, Chrome was waiting. And clearly, he had looked at the laptop too, which Fabian had left on in his haste to flee from it.“So,” he said, “You didn’t tell me you were a Brony.”
