/pone/ - My Little Pony

>>217821

>A knock on your chamber door rattles your thoughts.

>You sit up straight, sure to be accosted by some low servant.

"Aye," you bark, "thou may entre."

>You made sure to give a small lilt at the end of 'entre'.

>The ignobles love that shit.

>The door creaks open and, surely, in steps…

"Oh! good Feather Dress," you declare, "'twasn't quite of this hour that which We expecteth to see thou… at."

>"Morning, Anon," the pony deadpans.

>You sigh deeply, head finding its place in your hands again.

"Morning, Feath'."

>The light grey pegasus wore a mere common maid's outfit, despite being the Head Maiden of the Royal Caretakers' Wing.

>Her full title, of course.

>She pulls a trolley cart inside, a gleaming serving dome on top.

>"You didn't stay up all night again, Anon, did you?" she says with concern,

>"Celestia worries about you, y'know. Luna too."

go 2 da museum

>>217823

>"You can't just keep yourself cooped up in your room all day."

"Oh yeah? Why not?" you say indignantly, "Like I have anything else to do."

"Approve edicts. Write boring letters to authorities. Shake hands with soulless dignitaries."

"I'm a trained combatant, Celestia damn it! I've won over a hundred duels!"

>Feather knows one of your fits when she sees them. She just sits there, stoical and ever-patient.

"I should be on the field of battle, protecting Mother's honour!"

"Not wasting away as my armour rusts away"

>You glance at the armor stand in the corner of the room which, indeed, only serves to collect dust.

>A sigh from Feather brings your attention back to her.

>"Now Anon, you know how everyone feels about you calling her that."

"And why shouldn't I?" you raise your voice,

"Celestia is nothing less than my mother, and I won't smear her honour or mine by uttering 'princess' like every other common peasant!"

Say, >>217828; what does 'Prince to the Celestial Throne' mean again? It seems we're one step ahead in that we are ultimately the heir to the throne and don't need to step aside when some stupid whelp comes out to say hi whilst being Mufasa's son.

>>217830

>You strike a dramatic pose for effect, and hold it.

>Feather Dress, half-lidded, glances at the grandfather clock against your wall.

>Her next sigh is even deeper, somehow.

>"I have to get back to work, so… here's your breakfast, Anon. Try to eat it before it gets cold this time."

>She trots back over to the door.

>"Oh, and there's a charter for the Griffon trade agreement I'll need you to sign. Under the plate."

>You sit back down, defeated.

"Okay."

>Your eyes stray to her rear as she exits your room.

>Her maid outfit did a grand service to her physique, you've always thought.

>Though she was your maid only by duty, your thoughts would always to gravitate to her in idle times.

>Perhaps… one day.

"Steel thy blade, villain, and come forth!"

>You give a magnificent flourish with your rapier as you beckon your foe.

>It is of no avail, however, as your enemy is frozen in fear by your towering prescence!

"Alas, th'art no true foe, but a fool thou dost… art!"

>With expert precision, you dash forth and exploit your opponent's weak points, expertly penetrating the subtle gaps in their armor!

>A final swipe at the pony-shaped burlap dummy sends it to its doom as it collapses on the floor.

>Bits of hay spilled from where your blade had pierced.

"Ha! Now that thou layeth bleeding, prithee think twice about questioning Mother's superiority!"

>"Goodness, you certainly showed him what-for."

>You jump nearly a foot into the air, your rapier clattering to the floor, as a familiar voice comes from over your shoulder.

>"Though your imposing demeanor could use some work."

>You turn to face Princess Celestia, removing your helmet as you fall into a kneel.

>>217846

I WANT CHOCOLATE MILK!

>>217846

>"Oh, that's enough," she says, her tone now stern.

>"Anon, I'd like to speak with you."

>You rise to meet her glare.

>Celestia's eyes were a culmination of her presence; sharp and imposing, but far from unfeeling.

"I'm sorry, Mother. I'll make sure next—"

>"Dear, must you really call me that all the time?"

>Your face must have gone nearly as pale as hers.

"But…"

>"Really now, such behavior is unbecoming of a prince.

>You couldn't help but feel a little betrayed by her.

"Am I not your son? Did you not raise me as your own?"

>She lets loose a quiet sigh, resting on her haunches.

>"Yes, Anon; you are my son," she spoke softly.

>"And I love you. You know this."

>She brings a white forehoof to your cheek, caressing it gently.

>You hold her soft hoof in return as it begins to drift away.

>"However…"

"What?" you dare to interject.

"Is it so shameful to you for me to declare our pure love?"

>You approached her and wrapped your arms around her breast, nestling your face in her soft bosom.

>Celestia knew by now not to protest when you did this, as it only ended in persistence from you.

>"I suppose not, but you really must find a more appropriate name to say in front of the Ambassadors."

>Her mind recoiled as she remembered the time you called her 'mom' in front of a group of high-ranking Saddle Arabian officials.

"Fine…" you muffle into her.

>"In such case, you have my official permission to call me by 'Celestia', or simply 'Princess'."

>"Or even 'Celly', or 'Tia', or—"

"Mother. Hug me."

>"Y-yes dear, right away."

>>217846

Why would a knight sign a trade agreement?

>>217862

He's a prince you dongding

Probably should have wrote "endorse", but still

>>217859

>You are Princess Celestia.

>Yes, that's your full title. What were you expecting?

>What you weren't expecting, however, is how easy that was.

>You had prepared yourself for an hour-long argument with Anon.

>Not that your son was one to disobey you, but you know just how prone he is to throwing spats.

>That boy ain't right.

>You always felt like you coddled him a bit too much as you raised him, and even now.

>And it shows; especially after his knight's training, he's so absolutely obsessed with protecting you and your 'honour'.

>You just don't understand it! What is there to protect you from? You, the most powerful Alicorn in all of Equestria, are perfectly capable of handling yourself.

>So often are parents overprotective of their children, but to be the other way around is almost absurd.

>But whenever you try to confront Anon about it, it suddenly becomes so hard for you.

>It's beyond clear that he loves you with all his heart.

>That dignified and regal facade he puts on whenever he and you are in public.

>The way it melts away in private.

>How he devotes his life to your safety, always by your side.

>That he so routinely prefers to call you 'Mother'…

>It's all so…

>It just…

>It turns you on so hard.

>>217902

>I, Regent Prince Anonymous of the Grand Equestrial Capital…

>Wait, what does 'regent' even mean?

>You have no idea, but it sounds really cool.

>Also, 'Equestrial' is a thing you just made up.

>Sighing, you cross out yet another one.

>Into the trash it goes.

>You glance over at the window adorning your chamber room.

>It's night again already, and the moon hits your eye like a big Pinkie Pie.

>You had a shiner for a week.

>Another horribly, terribly boring day has come and gone.

>At least you got to hug Mother again.

>You like it when she lets you do that.

>You like it even more when she calls you 'my sunshine', but she hasn't done that in years.

>She seems far too busy these days.

>Plus she wants you to call her by her name in public now.

>You guess that's fine; you'd hate to upset her any.

>But you're still not going to call her Celestia in private if you can help it.

>It's just so cold and impersonal!

>Speaking of which, maybe you should see what Aunt Luna's up to.

>Maybe she can show you how to do more cool rapier poses.

>You remember mom said your 'imposing demeanor could use some work' too, so maybe you need more Early Modern Equestrian lessons.

>>217916

Zur rechten Zeit, mein gut Doktor. Zur rechten Zeit.

"I just think you're enabling him, sister."

>"And what, pray tell, is wrong with that?" says Princess Luna; Sister to the Great Celestial Throne of Equestria, High Empress of the Glorious Night, Lady of Dreams, and Grand Marshal of the Royal Night Guard.

>You do so wish she would stop coming up with those ridiculous titles for herself.

>It only further encourages Anon.

"At the very least, you should tell him to speak normally."

>Luna slams her hooves on the table, eyes ablaze.

>"Our olde words art perfectly serviceable! I shan't have thee besmirch Our royal fam'ly's great hist'ry with thy low tongue, thou mooncalf!"

>There she goes again.

>You sip you tea at her with sharp disapproval.

>Her tantrum fades under your glare and she lowers her head.

>"I'm sorry, 'Tia, it's just…" she sighs,

>"I still want him to look up to me like he does with you."

>Setting your teacup down, you take a deep breath.

>This again.

"Luna, you know I've tried," you begin,

"but he simply won't let me go. He wants nothing more than to impress me."

>"So let him."

>>218017

>You give a puzzled tilt of the head.

>"Why rob him of his dreams?" she asks,

>"Play along and let him have his fun. I mean…"

>Luna sends you a wry smile.

>"What prince wouldn't want to court such a lovely princess?"

>You feel your face go hot as you stammer for words.

"L-Luna! You know very well that is not what I meant!"

"He thinks of me his mother, and you his aunt. That is hardly appropriate!"

>A fit of giggling escapes the dark Alicorn across the table.

>"I'm kidding, Cel; and a fine adoptive mother you are," she says, rolling her eyes.

>"Still, though, the way I see it is this:"

>Luna explains how Anon would, almost every day, seek her out for lessons on chivalry, swordsmanship, formal language and the like.

>How he began to almost mirror Luna in some ways; his mannerisms, his devotion to the kingdom, even his love of Celestia grew more devout by the day.

>"I suppose he does quite look up to me, in a sort," ponders Luna.

>"In any case, I think you should put on a show for him."

>You mull over your sister's words carefully.

"A show, hm?"

>Sure, you can do that.

>If only to please Anon—he does seem a bit down these days.

>Who knows? Perhaps you could have some fun yourself…

>>217977

Indeed, I'm glad someone got it

>>218018

…

>You cannot sleep.

>How could she know?

>She can't, can she?

>She said she was joking, but…

>Could she have…

>No, Luna would never read your diary!

>You had never read hers.

>Well, not in over a few thousand years, at least.

>Even so, your most private written thoughts are kept safe behind many a lock and latch.

>How you felt about Prince Anon could never see the light of day.

>To have such base feelings for your adopted son…

>The son you had raised from such a young age…

>Such immorality! Such depravity!

>And from the mightiest of monarchs, the highest of horses…

>Scandal!

>The word rattled around like a steel ball inside your head.

>No one could know—

>No one can know—

>How you dream of him in your embrace, his cavalier front vanishing just for you…

>His gleaming armor tossed aside, a bedroom no place for such things…

>The love between you so is great, it turns to heat as you press your…

>STOP!

>You bury your snout in your pillow as you let out a frustrated muffle.

>Trains of thought like these have grown no scarcer over the months.

>How can you help yourself?

>Surely, anyone could understand if they were in your horseshoes.

>You just can't resist your little sunshine.

>>218296

Who said anything about the DJ?

>>218325

He's talking about Lulu and Celly.

Or maybe just Cel, since that shit'll be white and black and blue after I'm done with it u know what im sayn

Sorry, green soon

>You, Prince Anonymous, have given up.

>Yeah, that's all.

>That's what you've decided your full title is now.

>What's the point, anyway?

>Why stand tall if there's nothing to stand against?

>No one has challenged this kingdom's honour in almost two years.

>You've counted the days.

>Not a pony, not a griffon, not even some other third race that doesn't matter.

>Absolutely nothing exciting has happened in recent memory.

>In fact, the other week, you settled for driving off a particularly uppity delegate who dared to approach Celestia without bowing enough times.

>Thankfully, being charged at by a man carrying 5 different swords did indeed help dissuade the Griffonstone Socialist Party from expanding their influence.

>You did not quite earn Mother's approval that day, though.

>So, here you sit, in quite a pickle.

>Daydreaming seems to be the best use of your time, lately.

>Feather Dress, that maid pegasus, has been so busy these days.

>You haven't the chance to chat with her for even a moment before her work steals her back.

>Then again, after some thought, you realize you never really saw anything in her besides your own petty lust.

>She is the only mare you ever really see besides Luna and Celestia.

>Celestia…

>Thinking about her is your mind's favorite rut to deepen.

>Your thoughts collect on her magnificent body like dust in the sun.

>You conjure an image of her, one you remember from when you were young.

>It's the first time you remember making her smile.

>You had just asked her if it was okay to call her 'mom'.

>She gave you a funny little crooked smile and said, of course, dear; you may call me whatever you'd like.

>Then she looked at you with those wonderful, deep eyes of hers.

>They always contrasted so starkly with her dark lashes.

>You vividly remember how peaceful you felt right then.

>The soft wind made strands of her beautiful mane play across her face.

>The mid-day sun glowed through the feathers of her splayed wings; wings so soft, yet powerful enough to hold you close.

>Power was the only thing that rivalled her incancescent beauty.

>You run your mind over the rest of her graceful form.

>That soft chest you embraced so many times.

>The way it gives way to her muscular barrel.

>How her back ever so subtly curves along her length, ending at her strong flank.

>That her toned hind legs radiate such raw strength…

>It's all so…

>It just…

>It turns you on so hard.

>>218346

>Your heated thoughts of sin are pushed aside by a quick rapping on wood.

>Eager to break away from your mind, you leap out of bed and open the door.

>"Prince Anonymous!" salutes the shiny guardspony standing before you.

>You've half a mind to ask him for a whip so you can begin your self-flagellation.

>"Princess Celestia has called for your presence at once, Sir."

>At once? Mother must have an important task for you!

>However, you're unsure if you can even face her after your recent thoughts.

>"Something about suitors, I believe she said."

>S…

>S-s-suh…

"S-suitors…?"

>"Yes, Sir Anon. She did not tell me much besides that she wanted you t—"

"My… my weapons."

>The guard stops and looks at you with apprehension.

>"I… Sir?"

>You will not stand for this.

>You WILL protect Celestia.

>Those heathens shan't have Mother's pure hoof in marriage! Not now, not ever!

>Their time is up, your time is now!

"BRING ME MY BATTLE AXE!"

>The guard's stoicism drops like an unwanted baby Alicorn.

>"Wuh…"

"My chainmail," you shout,

"My sword, my shield, my helmet!"

>Despite the royal guard's ornate armour marking him as an elite knight, he looks terrified.

>"S-sir, please! Th… there's no need to get so worked up!"

>The fire in your heart reflects in your eyes as you stare him down.

"THIS IS A WARZONE, SOLDIER!" you scream.

>The guard nearly falls on his flank as he recoils in fear.

>Poor pony has probably never seen one of your outbursts before, so his image of a quiet young prince has likely been shattered.

>"Y-yes, Anon Prince Sir, right away!"

>He gallops down the hall towards the armory.

>You follow in close suit, your mind set to one thing only.

>She is mine.

>>217828

>being a traitor

>>218401

…

>Upon the Great Hall's throne you sit, awaiting the storm.

>Perhaps suitors were a bit of a bold choice.

>Normally you would never accept something so ridiculous, but…

>Your equine ears twitch as you hear a familiar shout echo faintly through the halls.

>Oh, you do hope he does not lose his temper too badly.

>You will have to try not to go overboard with this, lest he run somepony through.

…

>Absolutely outrageous!

>How DARE they come and try to take her!

>As if she would accept their disgusting, unwashed hooves in unholy matrimony.

>Or even worse, claws. Griffons are sure to be there too in all their indecency, slavering over Mother like some slab of meat.

>NO DIGNITY!

>You shake, shiver and shudder at the thought. Tartarus claim them all.

>Here you are, storming off down the marbled halls with no less than seven weapons on your person.

>Vicious blades of varying size hang from you like snakes' teeth.

>The most impressive by far, however, is your ornamental sword.

>A gift commissioned for you by Celestia Herself, the castle's most skilled blacksmiths produced an elegant blade indeed.

>Worth more for its beauty than its bite, the white steel shone brilliantly in the sun.

>Its long, tapering blade was crowned by a gleaming hilt, floral motifs looping and flowing as if to mimic Art Neighveau.

>You could spend (and have spent) hours mentally masturbating over the beautiful weapon, but far greater things are at stake.

>After a few hurried moments, you come upon the entrance to the Great Hall.

>The large doors don't hinder your momentum one bit as you bum-rush them open.

>You're greeted by the stares of several dozen suitors of various race and status, all lined up to Celestia; whereas she sits stiffly on her throne.

>She looks equally relieved and worried to see you.

>You clang and clatter 'cross the court, cacophonous creaking catching the crowding commoners' consciousness quite quickly and causing considerable commotion.

"M-my Princess!" you bellow.

>You catch yourself, remembering to respect Mother's public image.

"I shall help you drive off these churlish knobs, so help me!"

>The crowd seems to be in too much shock to take offense.

>Celestia clears her throat and puts on her best Princess Smile.

>"O, Anon, my Prince!" lilts she,

>"Thy timing is impeccable! Prithee, aid me in mine task of finding a suitable stallion!"

>…

>Something isn't quite right here.

sorry for not writing, am not kill. i don't know if there's much appeal to this story at all, but it's just a silly little concept i got in my head and just wrote as i went. i promise i will write more in the morning as well.

there will be romance in the end, so i hope you can tolerate my awful jokes until then.

>>218756

Know that you have at least one reader, writefag. I'm fairly interested in this.

I secretly hope the maid will be involved somehow, but a Celestia/knight Anon fic is fine too.

>>218756

I'm also interested in this story OP

>>218756

I should be working now, but I'm reading the HELL outta this.

>>218756

>Celestia would always give you that look whenever you spoke with Luna's regality.

>But to hear her own words in that way…

>Besides, you know that she never paid any mind to 'finding stallions'.

>What in the world has come over her?

>And why would she invite such rabble into her throne room?

>Her righteous pride is much too steep to allow this!

>It's now that the seeping realization hits you like a brick.

>This is a gift from her to you.

>She knew how you felt.

>Mother's intuition had always been second to none.

>She always knew just how to cheer you up, but…

>Could she really have done all this for you?

>"To mine side I beckon thee, my son!"

>The Princess' booming voice radiates a level of majesty you had only dreamt of.

>And she even called you her…

>In front of so many…

>She's really going all out.

>With heed you go to her, ignoring the silent gazes of the crowd that bore holes into your armor.

>By Celestia's side you now stand, her stalwart protector.

>You unsheathe your royal blade from its scabard on your hip.

>The sword whistles as it cuts through the air, marking an intense flourish as you strike a duelist's pose.

>You look to her through your helmet's slats.

>She gives you a soft nod and a wink that says, make me proud.

>You don't care if it's not her at stake.

>You don't care if you both already know the outcome.

>You don't care how hard it is to not hug Celestia right now.

>You've a job to do.

>>218834

…

"I SAID NEXT!"

>Yet another rich-born unicorn runs off down the hall, choking back a few sobs as he flees from the room.

>Celestia had to work especially hard to conceal a snort of laughter after you called him a fetid stripe-lover.

>Maybe that was a little harsh, but how were you supposed to know his wife was a zebra?

>Not that you actually care; those deviant creeps from Canterlot make you sick.

"Step up and I may pass judgement quickly, thou ignoble!"

>The forty-or-so suitors had since been thinned to just under a dozen.

>And you took great pleasure in denying each and every one of them in cruel and unusual ways.

>Your favorite was when you were able to think up insults based around their cutie marks.

>It's the ones that hit home that hit the hardest.

>The next one in line is a particularly mean-looking griffon who walks a gallant stroll.

>As particularly mean-looking as griffons come, this particularly mean-looking griffon is, particularly, really mean-looking.

>Talons clack infuriatingly across the ground as he approaches Celestia.

>"On behalf of the Griffonstone Department of the Treasury," he sneers,

>"I, Goldbeak, am at your service, madame."

>W-what the…

>Did he just flash a grin?

>You thought you just saw the corners of his beak go up!

>H… how could a griffon smile…?

>"It would be a pleasure to intermingle our kingdom's wealth with such a… fine young thing."

>With that, he begins to fervently rub his nasty bird-claws together.

>The grinding of your sword's tip against the stone floor was even louder than the grinding of your teeth.

>Oh, you are going to enjoy this verbal slaughter.

>>218856

…

>"And, and then Anon said, take your hook-beak back to your pile of sticks and stones you call a city!"

>Laughter erupts from you and Celestia.

>Princess Luna, however, is not as amused.

>"Please, sister, this is serious!" she cries,

>"He was a member of the Griffonstone government!"

>The laughter stops.

>"What if he presses charges? What if he labels us as Anti-Griffites to the rest of the world?!"

>Celestia looks at her sister gravely.

>"I… you're right, Luna," she says with realization,

>"This… this would be very bad…"

>A snort escapes her.

>"…If they had a functioning legal system!"

>The Sun Princess convulses over the table with laughter again, beating her hoof down.

"Also, I'm pretty sure most other races are considered griffon-haters already."

>"They don't exactly make it hard, do they?" Celestia chuckles.

>>218859

Still better than being a pony

>>218859

>Luna gives off an angry pout as she scoots from her chair.

>"It is quite past your bedtime, sister," she huffs,

>"We shall discuss this in the morning. Good night."

>The dark horse snubs you both and clops out of the room.

>She awkwardly disguises a shriek as a dissatisfied harumph as she slams the door on her starry tail.

>"Lulu never was one for speciesist humor," sighs Celestia.

>"I'm glad you speak your mind so boldly, Anon," she says earnestly, turning to you.

"I just say what everyone's thinking," you reply.

>She lets escape a crude snicker.

>Your politically incorrect jokes always seem to get a laugh out of her.

>She really enjoys letting loose like that, you think.

>"Well, I know it was a bit much," she admits sheepishly,

>"but I hope you enjoyed today's… event."

"Enjoyed?" you laugh,

"I haven't flown off the handle like that in years; of course I enjoyed it!"

>You go in for a hug, embracing her warm breast.

>The princess smiles and unfurls her big wings like great sails, wrapping them around you as a feathery shield.

>"When I heard there was a group of suitors requesting my admittance, I of course very nearly dismissed them," she explains,

>"But Luna gave me a rather odd idea that I took to heart."

>"And besides," your pillow continues,

>"the only stallion I could ever love is you."

>A spike of heat flashes through you at her remark.

>Stallion…?

"Mom, please…" you reprimand.

>"Oh, you know it's true," she titters.

>The talking bosom pulls away and leans her head down to meet yours.

>"My little sunshine."

>With that, she softly plants her lips on yours.

>You don't even think to react before she pulls away again.

sorry, everyone. haven't had much inspiration lately. i know that suitor scene ended in an anti-climax but i just couldn't think of how else to go about it. i don't really have a plan for this story and frankly, making it up as i go isn't easy.

i want it to come to a close soon with an intimate climax.

simply put, i want them to fuck.

maybe.

>>219403

…

>Oh no.

>Oh no, no no no.

>NO!

>What have you done?

>It was not your intention.

>You didn't mean to kiss him there.

>Right?

>No, okay Cel, keep your cool.

>Mothers kiss their children on the lips all the time.

>They probably don't slip in their tongue a little bit, though.

>O sweet depths of Tartarus, please take me now.

>Deep breaths, stop shaking.

>Your rapid heartbeats halt as your son finally speaks.

>"Um… m-mom…"

>Oh Gods, you've broken him now.

>"I didn't know…"

>Your mind and mouth won't connect.

>Anon's shifting eyes dare to land upon yours.

>He hesitantly prepares to say something again.

>Perhaps a repulsed accusation from your son will put you in your place.

>"Can you… do that again?"

>Oh.

>Oh, you really have done it now.

I just want to check that the OP isn't, like, kidnapped or something.

>>221492

he posted 13 hours ago. I'm sure you need at least 24 hours in order to file a missing persons report.

>cop: What is his name

>fag: I dunno. he goes by anonymous

>cop: Okay, what does he look like

>fag: Look like? He posts on the internet, I can't identify him further then the id of 'e97a50' a certain thread.

>>221509

goddamnit it was just getting really steamy

hi

"Oh? Um, h-why?" you sputter.

>Real smooth, Cel. Keepin' it together.

>It becomes your son's turn to speak in this vivid terror of a moment.

>"Well, I… I really liked it, that's all," he says to your hooves.

>He liked it.

>Oh Princess, you horribly naughty thing, what are you doing?

…

>You really want to find some reasonable explanation as to why you enjoyed that so much.

>The feeling of Celestia's delicate lips send a tingling through your brain as you replay the sensation.

>Should you have told Mother you liked it?

>Of course not. That was too weird.

>She's going to be grossed out now.

>But then why did she do it?

>You're startled from your rapid thoughts as Celestia places a white hoof under your chin.

>She holds your head up to meet her intimate gaze.

>"If you want, my dear," she croons to you.

>Ohh…

>What was that inflection?

>And why did it send a shiver through you?

>You put those thoughts on hold as she leans in once more.

>Contact is made between you two again, and this time you hold onto it.

>You close your eyes as your mind races to take in everything in the moment.

>The impossible softness of her lips was no dream.

>You allow yourself to sink deeper into Celestia's kiss, no hint of objection from her.

>Inhibitions apparently absent, you rest your hand on her cheek as you tilt your head for a better vantage.

>A wave of heat flashes through you as you discover her tongue.

>You give in to her silent demand and she takes over, letting slip a quiet hum.

>She leans into it, into you. You place your other hand on her neck to avoid falling backwards.

>Warmness puffs from her nostrils and tickles across your cheek.

>She's running out of breath.

>You are too.

>To your dismay, Celestia breaks the embrace and moves back.

>"Anon…" she huffs.

>She tries her best to hide her labored breaths as you look up at her.

>Without a thought, you lick your lips.

>A faint sweetness lingers on them, one that you've only very recently come to know.

>"It… is very late," Celestia murmurs down at you.

>"Your bed is far. If you would like, you m-may…"

>She swallows, unable to get a foothold in her own words.

>"You can sleep in m… in my bed… room," she stutters, "bedroom… tonight."

>It's almost surreal what you're seeing.

>Never in your life have you seen your mother this distraught.

>It's not like her.

>Did you do this to her?

>>221492

>>221495

funny enough, i actually had to go to an urgent care center the other day. i won't detail it, but it's nothing. still doesn't excuse me from being a faggot who won't write.

okay, at this point i'm basically just writing out my fetish because i don't know what else to do, and apparently that's my normal.

>>217902

>perfectly capable

Except during surprise Changeling attacks apparently.

>You're afraid.

>You're shocked because of that horrible, wonderful kiss of passion.

>You're scared because you've never seen Mother this anxious.

>You're confused because she just asked you to sleep in her bed for the first time since you were a child.

>You're nervous because you have a feeling something very intense is happening.

>You're terrified because whatever it is, never in your life have you felt so ready for it.

>It's still stirring and settling in your mind exactly what just happened.

>You've just finished a mutual, heated makeout session with Princess Celestia.

>The highest and most respected authority in all of Equestria.

>The most brilliantly beautiful pony in your life.

>The responsible mother who lovingly raised you as if her own.

>The one who's getting you hot and bothered.

>She knows exactly what she's doing, and it's eating you alive.

>You steel yourself in preparation to ask Celestia a trembling question, but your deep breath is wasted; she is nowhere to be seen.

>In the midst of another one of your redundant, rambling introspectives, it seems Mother has slipped away into her bedchamber.

>Are you really going to do this?

>You ask yourself this a hundred times over in your mind.

>A warm sweat breaks out as you imagine who or what is waiting for you in that bed…

>…room.

>Bedroom.

>Well, your room is like, on the other side of the castle wing.

>And a day of yelling insults at those who well deserved it has certainly tired you out.

>A grin resurfaces as you remember what a great time you had today with Celly.

>She always knew exactly how to get a smile out of you.

>You're glad Mother offered you her bed for a night's rest.

>Maybe you're just blowing this way out; she's probably just strung high from today too and wants to go to bed as well.

>You brush off your trepidations as you meander over to the Royal Princess' Bedchamber.

>As you creak open the door, those trepidations and titillations return tenfold.

>What awaits you—whoawaits you—sends your frayed mind into silent hysterics.

>The most beautiful creature you have ever seen lays elegantly upon her soft, silken bed.

>"Take me, my prince," whispers Celestia.

>>221593

ssssssshhhhhut up

>>222101

RAMPANT

EQUINE

ASS

RAPE

ENTER

NOW

DAMMIT

>>222227

You can't rape the willing, anon.

…

>You are Princess Celestia.

>To Tartarus with it all.

>You want this. Oh, you want it so, so badly.

>For how many aching years have you dreamt of this moment?

>He wants it too, indeed. Not for nearly as long as you have, but you know it.

>You can see it in his actions and in his gaze; it's those wandering, prying eyes that betray him so.

>Oh, my darling, what invasive thoughts have cursed your restless nights as they have cursed mine?

…

>You are speechless.

>Likely because your brain cannot currently found a single coherent word.

>Enveloped starkly by dark waves of satin is a lithe equine figure, laid on her side like some fallen marble statue.

>A brilliantly blue shaft of moonlight is granted upon Celestia's form by a lone window.

>Naught but the warm glow of scattered candles disperses the cold shine that silhouettes her curves.

>In no way can it be questioned that the body before you belongs to a goddess.

>As you are overtaken by a stunned silence, the only thing your mesmerized conscience can conjure is, Oh man.

>In this moment, Celestia's eyes are not those of your dearest Mother.

>Not sweet nor affectionate, oh no; they are fiercely ablaze with the half-lidded stare of a stranger.

>Yet, her look isn't unfamiliar. You have seen it before in your darkest dreams.

>A few words from the seductress—no, no! How could you call her that?—rouse you from your trance.

>"Anon, my darling," she soothes, "won't you come hither? This night is so cold…"

>The white princess trails off as she shivers for emphasis.

>You have to take her word for it, as you are quite certainly very warm right now.

"Of course, Mother," you manage.

>Your legs take you over to the bed's side, closer to her.

>Be it may your imagination, but from even here, you can feel a heat coming from her.

>The intensity in Celestia's eyes falter for a moment as she smiles, letting out a huff of laughter.

>You crawl onto the soft bed, approaching her location near the mattress's head.

>"Such a good boy," she sighs happily from across the bed.

>You see the fire has returned to her eyes.

>"Obedient to the last hour,"

>Celestia bridges the distance between you, gently laying a hoof on your shoulder.

>You're unprepared as she boldly gives you a short kiss on the lips.

>"but tonight, I need not be your mother."

>In the midst of your movement, you freeze at her statement.

>With desperation, your mind chooses the longest sentence you can muster.

>You can't say you wish it hadn't.

"I… I want you to be, Mother," you affirm.

…

>You, Princess Celestia, are so fucking turned on right now.

>>222227

HIGH

IMPACT

Celestiafags are so pathetic

"Pony Princesses" are all retarded

"Ponies" are retarded

Bronies are retarded

MLP and its shitters are retarded

Anyone who think MLP isn't just another cynically saccharine toy that peaked in the 80s is retarded

>>222681

>peaked in the 80s is retarded

Pretty sure this gen is mlp's peak

>>222681

Heres your reply don't spend it all in one place.

>>222672

…

>She blinks.

>You're hardly left to wonder if you really just said that aloud, as Celestia's heavily reddened face is the answer.

>She is beading sweat. You didn't know that was possible.

>"In… that case, my son," she croaks, swallowing, "there is something I need to say."

>She stares at you with a nervous, yet almost relieved contemplation.

>Confused, you're unsure what to do besides nod.

>The princess hangs her head as she huffs a tired sigh. Her brows furrow as her smile slowly returns.

>She abruptly nuzzles her face into your chest and you reciprocate, holding her close in your arms.

>You angle her head slightly as to mind her large horn past your shoulder and away from your face.

>There was an accident, one time.

>Your chest becomes warm as she softly breathes into your clothes.

>Silence fills the dim room, as well as a bizarre tension.

>Celestia is likely gathering her thoughts, so you ought take this time to collect yourself.

>What's with her? She's always so… chaste. Not that you mind her sudden… advances, but…

>Were those just the facade she mentioned? Or was the facade what she lowered as she kissed you?

>A terrible thought strikes: was that all an act?

>You absentmindedly run your hands over Celestia's cool, soft mane as you cradle her head in your other arm. Strands of differing colors fall through your fingers.

>Her ear flicks and twitches, and with restraint only a princess could muster, she pulls away from your combing to face you head-on.

>She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it go.

>In a quietly consulting tone, she begins,

>"Anon, you've known me for most of your life."

>You can tell she needs to speak, so you listen silently for her explanation.

>"And for one of the most important parts of mine, I've known you. The time you've been in my life has been the first—in a long time—that I've felt like I had a higher task. For as long as I've endured this life, watching over you for these precious little years should have passed in a blink of the eye."

>"And yet," she continues, sighing, "it feels like a lifetime."

>"I mean, well, it kind of is…" she chuckles softly at herself, "It just feels like something a… well, a bit bigger than just governing the stars of an empire."

>She pauses for a breath.

>"Something much harder," she mutters, looking down tiredly.

>Your hand finds its way to her cheek, gently rubbing as she leans into it.

>You feel a bit of wetness on her face.

>She's gotten like this before. It breaks your heart to see how heavily these things truly weigh on her.

"Cel…"

>Your whisper rouses her and she looks back up into your eyes, wrapping a hoof around your back.

>A stray droplet from Celestia's face hits the bedspread.

>"But all I need is to take one look at you, Anon," she smiles, "my son, and I can't possibly doubt it's all been worth it."

>Your eyes start to sting.

>What this girl does to you.

thread fate averted

tomorrow is a new day

>>226033

Praise to the writefag!

>>226033

>Were those just the facade she mentioned? Or was the facade what she lowered as she kissed you?

>A terrible thought strikes: was that all an act?

wow great, i wrote out the context for those two lines and forgot to remove them. please ignore them, just fuc

another update should be done by later tonight

>Celestia takes a moment to clear her throat before continuing.

>"In any case, now that things have… settled down for the moment," she smirks sheepishly, "I believe I owe you an explanation."

>"And perhaps an apology, for…"

>"Well, er… coming on too strong?" she laughs nervously.

>You give her a tentative raise of the eyebrow.

"I have… several questions."

>She can't help but giggle at your confusion.

>"Ask away, dear. Answers are the least you deserve."

>It's unimaginably surreal that you're asking her this.

"Those uh… when we kissed before," you ask, "was it… was that real?"

>Celestia goes totally red.

>Maybe that wasn't the kind of question she was expecting. Whoops.

>Never before have you see her act quite so bashful and apologetic, though. It's… absolutely adorable.

>"Wh—uh, well, if you're asking about the… feelings behind it, then…"

>Her words are certain, yet they linger on her lips, afraid to leave.

>"Yes. There was… passion."

>A whisper to herself, "enormously", barely catches your ear.

>She begins again with haste.

>"But, my son; you must understand—"

"Then what do you have to explain?"

>She takes back with surprise.

>You shift to a more comfortable sitting position on the bed.

"It doesn't seem to me like you have anything to apologize for."

>"But… but don't you…"

>The princess's face turns conflicted; now it's her turn to be confused.

>"You're simply… alright with this?"

>She's distraught, and you hate it.

>Your answer is to lean forward and pull her into a deep kiss.

>Celestia emits a tiny gasp and you hear a soft whoosh, signaling that her wings have spread themselves.

>Despite her startled reaction, she wastes no time reciprocating, pulling you closer.

>You rub your hand over her soft chest, warm white fur between your fingers.

>She makes a noise like a happy sigh as she leans into it.

>Before things get too intense, though, you ease away.

>She emits a whine of chagrin and retracts her wings, questioning you with her eyes.

"Celestia, I'm…"

>You take a deep breath. Here it goes.

I wanted to leave you guys on a less shitty cliffhanger tonight, but I'm a tired person and the block comes down hard.

oh shit, is op kill? This was good shit, I'd be sad to see it end so abruptly.

>>226262

how ME3 should have been treated…