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I know when to admit defeat.
To the muses: I surrender. I surrender, dammit.
To Gojyo: My deepest apologies for the abuse you're likely to suffer because of this. Please, don't kill me. Put the shakujou away, for the love of god. It's only a little dragon-smut fic.
After all, where is it written that bestiality is wrong? Why should I be so open-minded on some issues but inexplicably close-minded on others?
See, I have to tell myself it's all about broadening horizons so I don't dwell on what I'm about to do and die of guilty mortification. >_< I *like* this stuff, dammit all; and it disturbs me greatly to admit it.
To the muses: I surrender. I surrender, dammit.
To Gojyo: My deepest apologies for the abuse you're likely to suffer because of this. Please, don't kill me. Put the shakujou away, for the love of god. It's only a little dragon-smut fic.
After all, where is it written that bestiality is wrong? Why should I be so open-minded on some issues but inexplicably close-minded on others?
See, I have to tell myself it's all about broadening horizons so I don't dwell on what I'm about to do and die of guilty mortification. >_< I *like* this stuff, dammit all; and it disturbs me greatly to admit it.
