Description:
After a few weeks of being in slavery, Littlepip saw a familiar palette of mane out of the corner of her eye during a lunch break, and who would have thought that she would meet the one for whom she left the shelter in a place like this…
(I apologize for my poor English. The artist is from Russia, and uses a translator.)
(I apologize for my poor English. The artist is from Russia, and uses a translator.)
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