>be betanon in horspeopleland
>A lot has happened these last few years
>Being turned into a zombie and forced to obey her was scary
>At first
>But you soon found out the idea was really, really hot
>Not being turned into a zombie
>But obeying her
>Serving her
>Being hers
>The idea alone makes you feel weak in the knees
 
>Then the Siren incident
>Another 'zombification'
>It wasn't her on stage, and it wasn't her voice resonating in between your ears
>But she was still on your mind the whole time
>How you wish she was the one on stage instead of these three
>The one singing for you
>The one asking you to submit to her voice
 
>Then the Friendship games
>No zombification, but there was something alright
>She was beautiful
>It didn't last long, but you can still vividly remember it and you know you'll never forget it
>Her beautiful wings flaring out
>The horn that appeared from thin air
>The waves of magic escaping her, their warmth spreading through you
>It felt like warm silk passing through your entire being
>It was surreal
>After everything that had already happened to you, this felt like a dream
>One you didn't want to wake up from
>But it did have to end at some point
 
>Then the camp everfree
>Still no zombification, but you got to experience the joys of tentacles tying you up and hoisting you in the air and in a compromising position
>Thankfully, you were isolated from the camp when it happened, so your pride didn't suffer from it
>But somehow, even though you were fearing for your life, she was there
>In your mind
>You just couldn't get her out of your head
>Your she-demon prom-queen
>Your angel