I started a sort-of contest, and this post contains the results. Originally I was going to only do one. But since I only had five entries I decided to do all of them.

This is a heavy note. Three of the five are fairly standard stuff. Admittedly I probably would misdirect them or turn them into jokes, but the questions and answers contain nothing you wouldn’t ordinarily see here.

However, the last two are of a mature nature. One of which extremely so. You’ll find that one after the break below. If you want to skip it, I promise you you will lose nothing for doing so. Again, do not click past the page break unless you’re willing to read material of a mature, adult nature.

The other I’m turning into a storytime post. That will come later tonight.

1) When I was younger, I wanted to be anywhere but Canterlot. But I was afraid to leave. I knew about Ponyville being relatively close, but I was afraid of it. My life back then was horrifying, but I quickly learned the worst of it. To leave presented the most terrifying thing I could think of, the unknown. I didn’t know if worse things existed, but that unknown possibility forced me to stay. Even if it wasn’t where I belonged, I didn’t know anything else.

Present day, I’ve been across most of Equestria, but it was all so fast. It’s not so much places I haven’t been as it is places I’d like to spend more time at. Fillydelphia seemed like a great place to live and, even though I’m afraid of heights, Cloudsdale is an absolutely beautiful city with a breathtaking view.

2) I’d probably be depressed that I was never able to make amends for the terrible things I did in the past. Even though I know I’ll never be able to, I guess deep down a part of me still wishes there was a way.

Honestly though, unless I’m crippled there’s too much to do in an hour to sit around and mope. I wouldn’t think a thing about the past unless I physically couldn’t move or communicate with anypony else. Too many loose ends to tie up before I go.

3) I don’t think you can lyra a saxophone at all, let alone while doing any of the rest of the things you listed. And I’d love to collaborate with Octavia for a musical project! Vinyl’s interest don’t usually mesh with mine, but I wouldn’t be against working with Ms. Pon3 so long as it’s not dubstep or techno. To that end, I think she and I could so something with a psychedelic or progressive rock slant.

4) As you more than most may remember, my first sexual experience was with my first coltfriend. We were both very young and didn’t understand the gravity of the situation. He had spied on his older brother being intimate with his fillyfriend, and after all I was the one that wanted him to be my coltfriend. He knew what to do and outside of a few directions I just followed along.

It hurt at first. Terribly in fact. I did everything I could to not cry or scream; I was afraid I was going to ruin it. I didn’t understand why it hurt so much when he said it was supposed to feel good.

We did it a number of times and it was never really very comfortable to me. That’s why I tried to get away from it. I still loved him, but I didn’t love what he was doing to me. After things between he and I ended, I was turned off to the entire experience. Probably would have stayed that way if sex hadn’t been so constantly trust upon me in the years following.

I didn’t like it then either, but it was a constant. Even if I didn’t like it, I had to make myself like it. Move with them, talk dirty, moan. It made me unique compared to the others; offered me advantages. They wouldn’t be so rough with me. I wasn’t constantly chained down or kept in a cage. Instead of being thrown to the diseased, I was prized among the higher rank.

I discovered that the mind is a powerful sexual tool. I would later learn that I was adjusting my mental state to elevate the experience. That would in turn elevate my partner. And the more they enjoyed it the better things were for me.