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Standing statuesque over the vast majority of ponies, it’s a rare soul who’ll look down at Pitch Drip’s gleaming form, more common is the crane of a neck up over her viscously curvaceous mass. It is one thing to know upon the material level that her physical make up is merely arcanised latex shaped by latent anthropomorphism and subconscious evening desires, it is another to feel Pitch loom over you and deny the raw voluptuous nature flowing from her.