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+Big Macintosh crept up slowly to the sounds of wet moans and lewd noises coming right through the thin walls of that ramshackle shack. His teeth wrapped around the handle of the frying pan, that old heavy one they didn’t cook in anymore that wouldn’t hurt if it got dented. Nopony was gonna get hurt, oh no, this was just for getting the point home. He knew fillies don’t have any restraint this time of year, but he still felt disappointed. Disappointed and angry that his little sister would fall to temptation so easily. It all started with that Discord curse. It changed everything. And now the consequences were right on the other side of this door plain as day. Mac had been a fool to think he could trust someone who couldn’t even control their vulgar urges. Well it was time to pay the piper and set things straight again.
+
+He charged into the building and threw the frying pan, slamming the frying pan on the wall hard enough to knock everything off their hooks. “What’s goin on in here?!” he demanded, knowing full well what he was looking at.
+
+“Big Macintosh?!” his sister gasped, currently being rutted like a whore by that sweet talker Caramel, who was sitting on top of her like he owned the mare. Of course it was a stallion she knew. This was why Big Macintosh discouraged the practice of fillies and colts befriending one another. Some wily tempter sways his hips and all the mares want to be “friends” with him. Next thing you know they’ve gone and disappointed the princess again.
+
+“Game’s over!” Big Macintosh said threateningly. “Break it up right now.”
+
+“I-I can see stallions if I want!” Applejack yelled at him angrily from where she stood, as if she had any right to talk when she was right in the middle of burying Caramel in sin with her lustful hips. Caramel himself seemed quite paralyzed with fear and stood stock still, which didn’t solve the problem at hoof in the slightest.
+
+“Nope,” said Big Macintosh, demonstrating the first part of his name by bodily lifting Caramel off the floor and swinging him around. Applejack’s hips actually followed Caramel’s at first until she fell off of him and collapsed to the floor in a sobbing heap. Caramel wasn’t the lightest stallion, but Mac managed to get a good feet of air while tossing him out the door. “Get on!” he shouted at the cowering stallion, “And don’t you ever come back!”
+
+That was too much for Caramel. Several tons too much. His eyes brimming with tears he just bolted, running as fast as he could, not even slowing down until he was entirely out of that cursed acreage.
+
+“It ain’t right!” Applejack yelled at Big Macintosh despite her tears, “It ain’t right,” she told herself. “It ain’t right...” she repeated over and over again, just sitting in a desperately horny miserable, tear stricken heap on the floor. Big Mac sighed. With the crisis over, his temper cooled quickly. He walked over and sat down by her, giving her a gentle nuzzle. When she’d worn herself out and was just leaning against him for comfort, Big Macintosh spoke up, saying,
+
+“I’m sorry sis, but it <i>is</i> right. You ain’t thinkin correctly. You gotta hold fast to your principles, and be the better mare. The princess gave you a task, to find a husband and be true to him. And that’s what you’re gonna do.”
+
+She stroked his auburn side fondly with a forehoof, saying, “Maybe... maybe <i>you</i> could just–”
+
+“Make you some tea,” Big Macintosh said standing up quickly before she could get any closer. When he turned back Applejack was still lying there, had a look on her face like he just went and killed Winona.
+
+“Y-yeah, tea,” she agreed dully.
+
 Archer quivered in excitement, her rump piked up in the air as Apple Bloom approached. When the colt’s hot tongue caressed her lips so confidently she gave a grateful cry as at last the waiting was over. Her body did that winking thing Apple Bloom was talking about and Apple Bloom’s gentle lips kissed against her clitoris with a slight sucking sensation. “Ahhh!” she cried out, again and again. Her loins were on fire, like an ocean of need and her vagina was the river that fed it. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to feel Apple Bloom’s plush nose smearing messily up against her clit, and <i>then</i> that tongue started to push deeper into her, past the point of just labia, and into the place where that penis went.
 
 With Archer’s juices drooling down her chin, and her heady scent flooding her senses, there was about one thing in Equestria that could make Apple Bloom happier, and as soon as that filly exploded into an orgasm Apple Bloom was prepared to take it. She did everything she could think of that would have made <i>her</i> go nuts as a filly, lipping that clitoris, tonguing under the ledge of her pelvis, tugging that vulvular mound up like a secret switch in an ancient castle. She realized she had no idea what Archer’s pillows were like, only Sweeties, but a testing hoof found them plush and soft all the same.
@@ -175,41 +200,3 @@ Archer’s shriek as a hot spurt from the tip of Apple Bloom’s dick <i>struck<
 The silence that followed was quickly broken by Scootaloo’s throaty moan as she began thrashing on the floor, her hips arching upward. Archer tried to step aside but she was hung up literally on Apple Bloom. Bloom figured out the right direction though, surely not as fucked witless as Archer, and pulled backwards instead of sideways, sliding out of her with a plop. Shady and Berry had separated a while ago and they, Archer, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom surrounded the orgasming Scootaloo.
 
 “Oh no,” said Apple Bloom worriedly, “We’re outta colts!”
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-Archer didn’t know what Apple Bloom meant, but when she looked at the colt she saw his <i>penis</i> and let her tell you it wasn’t just a penis. It was a big flat headed bulbous flaring monster of a penis. Just a few seconds ago, <i>that</i> had been inside her! When Sweetie said he was getting bigger she wasn’t kidding! Archer’s insides twinged emptily, not a hungry emptiness anymore, but just feeling like she must have had a cavern inside of her. It couldn’t have been all that much room though, because every twinge made a little glob of boy stuff ooze out and trickle down her leg.
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-“We have enough boy stuff, though!” Sweetie pointed out, “We just have to get some into her!”
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-“I’ll get a... a cup,” Apple Bloom said, hopping over to a cabinet. Tornado came over to see what the commotion was, but perhaps more pertinently she pulled herself right out from under Rumble, his cock slipping out of her wetly and dangling in the air as he lowered to his hooves again.
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-“What’s going on?” Tornado said worriedly, looking at Scootaloo who would have them all alarmed if she didn’t have a huge smile on her face as she quivered and twitched there on the floor.
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-“Scootaloo needs boy stuff in her vagina,” Sweetie Belle explained.
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-“Semen,” Shady corrected.
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-“See what?” Sweetie asked confusedly.
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-“It’s called semen...al fluid,” Shady clarified.
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-“Argh,” Apple Bloom complained quietly getting tangled up with the work table on the way back across the room. “Stupid penis!”
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-“That’s silly,” Sweetie said to Shady, “Semen doesn’t even mean anything. Why not just call it boy stuff?” Shady shrugged.
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-“Wow, I feel... <i>really</i> good,” Tornado realized out loud. She felt so relaxed she could have just laid herself on a cloud and dozed away. Her labia hadn’t let her get much sleep since estrus started, what with the constant itching heat and squirming.
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-“Alright I got it!” Apple Bloom said coming up to them with cup in hoof. Sweetie took it in her magic and transferred it to her own hoof. “Now we just fill it up with boy stuff,” she explained. She looked at the three fillies in various states of post coitus, then hoppled over to Archer taking her hoof in hoof.
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-“Archer,” she demonstrated, “Just hold your hoof like this for a minute, so you don’t leak out any boy stuff.” Archer happily complied, smiling sloppily as her hoof pressed tight against her entrance, not letting one bit of Apple Bloom slip out of there. Then Sweetie ducked under Tornado’s leg. Just, right like that, making Tornado lift her hind leg in surprise. There was a puzzled pause, and Sweetie called out, “You’re doing great Tornado! Can you get it to come out any faster?”
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-“Get what?”
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-“The boy stuff!” Sweetie Belle explained. “I need you to squeeze out all the extra. So squeeze, pretend you have a penis in you or... something.”
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-Tornado didn’t really understand, but she brought up the mental image of Rumble’s penis in her head, and tried to remember what it was like squeezing on it in there. A weird gooey feeling melted through her down there and she said, “Woah..” squirming despite herself.
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-“That’s great!” Sweetie Belle cheered squeakily, “Do you have any more?”
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-“I don’t... know?” Tornado said completely lost at this point. Sweetie struggled out from under her then, and Tornado saw she was holding the cup in hoof with something in the bottom of it. Too thick to be milk it was‒ oh dear Celestia. “Is that...!” she whimpered quietly.
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-“Good idea, huh?” Apple Bloom said cheerily, “This is Rumble’s boy stuff. The extra keeps leakin outta you for a while.
