>Day Try the Alternative in Equestria
>Be Anonymous the Squire
>You are awaken by the sound of hoof beats stamping across wooden boards
>”Rise and shine, squire! We have work to do today.”
>You sit up in your shoddy bed and Nightlight tosses an apple into your lap
>Nightlight says an apple a day will make you strong like her
>You could never be as strong as the brave knight you service
>The night air feels comforting on your bare chest and you feel Nightlight’s eyes on your small frame
>”Looks like your putting a little muscle on from carry all the gear.”
>It is true, you ponder, and you do feel stronger
>Despite Nightlight’s kind words, you will soon be back in your place and she in hers
>You throw on a loose fitting undershirt, your tattered leather boots, and bedeck yourself in the fine indigo tabard of your mistress’ cutie mark
>Her tabard, representing your house under her rule, flutters about your body and fills you with the spirit of the guard
>In the thin layer of silk, you are not just a sole human in a strange land, but are a member of the royal guard who is to be respected, admired, and beloved by the peasantry
>A steely hoof prods you forward as the snickering voice of Nightlight moves you along
>”Grab my gear, we have to warm up while the fields are still empty.”
“Yes, mistress.”
>You gingerly take hold of the pony crafted weapons and armour
>It is heavy and awkwardly shaped for you, but this is a pittance to pay for all that you have
>Trotting ahead of you, Nightlight begins to make her way towards the arena with you in tow
>It has never been easy for you to keep up with anyp0ny, though it was always nice when Nightlight would walk beside you and chat
>Daydreaming aside, you make it to the arena and carefully place Nightlight’s glimmering mail and sturdy lance on a rack
>Your mentor is stretching herself out and limbering up for the workout ahead
>”Great night for some jousting, right, sentry?”
“Of course, mistress.”
>”We’ll show the other houses just who runs this show!”
>Nightlight is always so full of energy and enthusiasm for competition, but you know who she specifically wants to duel
>”Well, let’s get to it.”
>You lift a paddle buckler from the rack of equipment and take up your practiced sparring stance
>”Good form, sentry, but spread your legs a bit more for balance. Celestia knows you only have two to work with.”
>Regardless of the biting remark, you do as instructed and Nightlight circles you
>”Much better, don’t want you falling over in one kick.”
>She nods to you and you to her before you begin
>Like thunder crashing atop a mountain, the padded bit of wood in your hands rattles under Nightlight’s strength
>You feel the tremors rock your very core before ending in your feet
>Without much hesitation, Nightlight begins to maneuver about you
>You swivel and plant your weight in time for another kick
>Again and again, Nightlight attempts to break your defense and your shirk off her blows
>With a huff in her breath, Nightlight compliments you
>”Not one kick got through! I think we should take it up a notch.”
>You are uncertain what that means until Nightlight flashes you a devious smile
>Like the wind, she is all around you
>Her hooves pummel your buckler with rapid clacks and you stumble back against the assault
>You decide to fight back now lest you disappoint your mentor
>The buckler absorbs a blow and you press it into the next
>Nightlight’s hooves bounce, but she regains her momentum with ease
>Three swift raps ring out against your shield as you count
“But, where’s the fou-?”
>A strong hoof finds its way between your legs and swipes your off your feet
>You fall with all the dignity you can muster before the moonlit sky greets you
>Lying still, you catch your breath and clear your head
>Nightlight casually saunters about you before crossing over your body in a triumphant leap
>”Nice moves, kid. You learn quickly.”
>Your face burns in part from the fall and from the praise
“Thank you.”
>”Alright, no more lounging. We have an hour to clean up before the games begin.”
>You nod and hop to your feet
>Nightlight chuckles lightly with a hoof over her mouth
>”You deserve a bath after such a fine workout. Besides, can’t have my squire smelling like dirt in front of the other houses.”
>A dignified knight if ever you had met one
>It is a short trip to your quarters and you take the scenery into account
>A lovely night for jousting, you think
>Opening the wooden door, you allow Nightlight in after carefully removing her shoes
>”Draw a warm bath, my muscles need all the rest they can get before we stomp all over that ugly red banner.”
>You smirk and quickly scurry to the bathroom
>Nightlight enjoys bubbles in her bath, you think, and you pour a bit of soap into the steamy water
>The gallant mistress strides easily into the narrow bathing chamber and you humbly present her with a towel
>She climbs in elegantly with hardly a splash and sinks down to her withers
>”Ah, that’s perfect. You always get the water just right.”
>You smile with Nightlight before grabbing a brush and cloth
>With the utmost of care, you begin to scrub Nightlight’s back and flank and she coos in approval
>”Wait, this is not right.”
>A cold chill runs down your spine as you freeze
“What is not right? Am I doing it wrong?”
>”Yes, in fact, how can you clean me if -you’re- covered in filth as well?”
>You ponder this question for the moment before Nightlight throws her head back and speaks sagely
>”Remove your garments for we must prepare you for the scrubbing!”
>You stand in confusion as you think about this
“You wish for me to… To bathe with you?”
>”Did I stutter, sentry?”
>With fear in your eyes, you quickly begin to disrobe
“No, mistress! Not at all, m’lady!”
>You quickly drop your ill-fitted clothing to one side and lay your folded tabard carefully on a shelf
>Being nude before the powerful bat pony makes you nervous, but you stand tall
>”Alright, now get in.”
>You slide into the cramped tub and desperately cling to the furthest edge you can
>Despite your trying, you still feel the magnificent coat of Nightlight on your legs
>”Perfect, now, continue washing my mane.”
>Sliding from the edge, you lean over one side of Nightlight and begin to run water through her lustrous mane
>It takes a few minutes, but you slowly accept this method of cleaning
>”You take such good care of me, Anon.”
>Nightlight’s voice is entirely too friendly and the very act of using your name stuns you
“I-it is nothing, just doing my job.”
>”Oh, you always work so hard. I’ve been thinking that I hardly show you such generosity.”
“N-not to worry, mistress…”
>A shiny hoof rests upon your thigh as Nightlight stares into your very being with her hypnotic gaze
>”Call me, ‘Nightlight’ when we bathe, alright?”
“Y-yes, Nightlight.”
>You feel the strong hoof work its way up your thigh until it rests just below your naval
“M-mistress, I…”
>”Anon, what did we agree upon?”
>You feel a sudden warm pressure against your crotch and you gasp
“Nightlight!”
>”Blushing already, Anon? Is this the first time a mare has pinned you in such a way?”
>A snickering sound echoes between her sharp teeth as an all-too-pleased smile crosses her face
>”You are a fine squire and a quick study. I thought I’d show my appreciation in a manner befitting such a noble little stallion.”
>Nightlight’s hoof prods you light until your member is rigid enough to press into your belly
>With another dusky chuckle, the oppressing mare stands and places her backside in your view
>Your mistress lifts her wet tail slowly until her backside is exposed with pride
>”Make sure you clean me thoroughly.”
>A smile parts her lips again and you see her fine fangs gleam in the light
>With quivering hands, you carefully reach out and grasp Nightlight’s long tail
>You wash it as you have done so many times before, trying not to think about anything in particular
>Your sex throbs from the teasing and it only gets worse as you watch Nightlight’s lewd display
>The wet fur on your mistress’ rump glistens as your fingers run through
>With brush in hand, you clean her shapely backside of all débris and trace her cutie mark 
>A few sputtering sounds rise into the air as Nightlight widens her stance
>You witness the intensity of Nightlight’s aches as her dark fleshy sex quivers and pulses so much so that a pink inner lining is exposed
“There, spotless…”
>With a dissatisfied grunt, Nightlight calls out to you
>“I’m not clean yet, you missed a few spots.”
“Forgive me, Nightlight, madam, but I think you look as fine as any knight.”
>”Then you’ll need to look closer.”
>Without warning, the expansive butt of Nightlight presses back against you
>It is warm and soft as your throbbing maleness is pinned between you two
>The bath water makes rubbing against her all too easy and you lose your voice to a bestial groan
>”See, little Anon, there’s so much I need cleaned.”
>You are trapped, helpless and confused, as Nightlight bounces lightly on you
>”I've been listening to you, Anon, the way you've been touching yourself when you think I am asleep. It is not good for a stallion of your age.”
“I-I’m sorry, mistress~!”
>The warm rump grinds in a circle on your lap as your blood boils
>”I can’t have stains on my armor and weapons. So, from now on, you are -not- allowed to touch yourself.”
“But, but…”
>”Yes, you can squeeze my butt if it helps.”
>Nightlight lets go a sultry sigh as she rubs into you again
>Before you lose your mind enough to grip the fine backside of your dear mentor, she stands up
>The pressure against your member ends immediately and you almost want to beg for release
>”Come…”
>Nightlight leaves the bathtub and you follow quickly with a pained expression on your face
“… I was trying.”
>She instructs you to dry her fur and comb her mane
>You work hastily to make Nightlight happy as you so often strive for
>When she spins about, you instinctively take her tail and begin to part and braid it
>Nightlight quickly pulls it from your hands and smiles over her shoulder
>”We don’t need to finish that just yet. I want you to use those clever hands of yours on me.”
“But, I am not certain, should we do such things?”
>”I have seen the way you've been peeking at the fillies of the castle. You are not as sly as you may think!”
>You feel the strangest mixture of shame and lust in your gut as Nightlight raises her backside at you
>”It is nothing to worry about, my faithful squire. You are growing up and it is perfectly natural for every stallion to feel this way.”
“Even if I am not a stallion?”
>Nightlight bounces her eyes at you and smirks slightly
>”Even if you still have some growing to do, that thing you’re sporting suggests otherwise.”
>You get another strange sensation of pride to add to your confusingly long list of muddled feels
>Finally trusting Nightlight wholly, you place your hands on her mare bits and rest your fingers against her
>You have never touch a mare in this way before and the feeling of soft skin amazes you
>Nightlight responds with a small sigh as you test her sensitivity
>”That’s good, yeah, just like that~.”
>With newfound confidence, you boldly rub your palm against the entirety of Nightlight’s sex
>Your small hands just barely cover the exceptionally hot gap, but Nightlight seems to be enjoying it
>You continue on like this for a short while until your other hand mindlessly wanders to your own pulsing rod
>”Ah, up already? Good to see you’re getting eager.”
>You do not speak so much as you grunt and masturbate both Nightlight and yourself
>”What did I tell you about touching yourself?”
>You wrestle your hand away from your straining member before Nightlight nudges you towards the bed
>”Sit.”
>You do with all the obedience of a well-trained dog
>Your fanged mistress casually stands before you, her neck just slightly above your crotch
>”Now, you just relax and let me do the work on this part.”
>With only an idea of what is going on, you resign yourself to relaxing
>A long, wet tongue exposes itself to you before sliding against your maleness
>The sensation washes over you, but is indescribably good
>You pant and moan as a strong muzzle completely engulfs you and begins to drag you in
>The room spins as your head lightens and your fingers work their way into a silken mane
>Nearly as quickly as it begun, Nightlight slips from you with a rough squeeze of her mouth
>”Did you like that?”
>Words fail you, as you nod tiredly
>”Good, now it’s your turn to work.”
>Nightlight climbs onto the bed and presents her hindquarters
>She dips her front low and stretches her wings out slightly
>Never have you seen such a brazen display and your lust-addled mind can think of only your mistress
>Debauchery ensues!
>When all is said and done and your body aches from the day’s “training”, you settle against the warm, soft fur of your mentor
>She strokes you hair a while sighing happily
>”You are a quick study, squire.”
“Thank you, Nightlight.”
>”We should take a quick bath to rinse ourselves off.”
>You nod despite not really wanting to move
>It is a quick rinse and scrub when Nightlight takes on her more formal tone with you
>”Hmm, we should make haste to the staging grounds. Gather my things and let’s be off.”
>You don your regal tabard and fetch Nightlight’s armour and weapons
>With a word, the two of you set off to join the games
>The arena is already filling with different houses of every colour, each waving their own banners and shouting praise to their house
>A deafening boom shakes the very earth beneath you as the dream princess announces her arrival
>”Fair denizens of Canterlot, we bid you welcome!”
>A thousand hooves stamp in a thunderous applause before Princess Luna continues
>”Tonight, we shall do glorious battle to determine which house will attain the honour, the privilege, to serve as royal escorts to us for another season!”
>More cheers rise up and eyes begin to shift about to see the competition
>You know your mistress is powerful and strategic, yet you fear what a loss would mean
>Speaking nothing of your concerns, Nightlight and you retire to your wall to prepare
>The voluminous voice of the Princess of the Night rings clear as you ready your mentor for combat
>”Of the house, only one may joust. Magic and flight are barred from this competition, only true aim and pure might matter!”
>You hear a groan from the horned and winged participants, but, it fades quickly enough
>Your mistress smiles a toothy smile
>”I won’t need wings to crush the competition.”
>As you lock the final belt in place, Nightlight stands tall and shakes her body
>The rattling of gleaming metal chimes in your ears and Nightlight squeaks in delight
>”For House Night Light!”
“For the blazing flame in the dark!”
>Princess Luna settles atop a balcony and watches the view
>The games begin before you realize and you watch the first two houses duel
>A blood-red banner flies under House Red Thorn against the pale yellow flag of House Gold Tooth
>You watch the clash of lancers and the red banner swishes victoriously in seconds
>”Your Princess enjoyed that demonstration! House Red Thorn takes the space!”
>The time presses onward as another three houses fall while three stand triumphantly
>You witness next two victors, House Blue Bonnet and House Ivy Tea, ready themselves in the area
>The speed and strength the two houses display is grand, but House Ivy Tea makes sort work of their blue adversaries
>Nightlight steps up and you fit her lance snuggly to her side
“Good luck out there, Mistress.”
>”Thank you, but I fear not the orange flag of House Dragon Eater.”
“If I may, aim towards his left side. Old wound should be his downfall.”
>The metal snapping sound of Nightlight’s faceplate rings out as she steps up to the line
>The Princess smiles before her voice shakes the sky
>”An astounding display of power! House Dragon Eater and House Night Light are next to do glorious battle!”
>With a spring in her step, Nightlight takes her position
>Across the court stands the one-eyed drunkard known as Snapshot
>His legacy is great, but he is the most miscreant of nobles you have ever seen
>”Oi! Let’s hurry up already!”
>The Princess does not mind his harsh tone as the banners are lowered and the match is set
>Nightlight carries herself on thunderous hooves towards the orange brute and in an instant the battle is decided
>Snapshot flips to one side over Nightlight’s lance and ends up on his back with a dazed expression on his scruffy face
>He pulls himself together as your banner flies high
>”Huzzah, House Night Light takes the victory!”
>Nightlight trots happily back towards you and you swiftly remove the lance and polish the scuff on her armour
“This win brings you to the final bout. How do you feel?”
>”I feel like we’ll be in charge of the Princess’ safe passage. That raise is as good as mine!”
>You cheer along with Nightlight as you work
>The clank of heavy metal approaches as you see the fiery mane of Rosewood
>”Greetings, Nightlight and hoof-licking lackey. How goes the night?”
>You resist the urge to snap back as you vigorously shine the breastplate in your hand
>It is one thing to insult you, you think, but completely unnecessary to insult your mentor
>”Rosewood, nice to see you. Do you come to beg for surrender now?”
>”Actually, I come to place a wager on the outcome of this final duel. It is us at the top, again, tied for some new honor, again, and I thought it should feel grander.”
>”What are you trying to play at here? I do not make bets with blood-guzzling tramps.”
>Rosewood snickers and produces some necklace
>It is a simple locket made of some common gold with a small carving on the front that you do not recognize
>”Temper, Nightlight, remember when you lost this to me along with the chance to participate in last year’s tournament?”
>Nightlight’s face scrunches up in parts pain and rage
>Rosewood licks her fangs and smiles widely
>”So, what if I was to bet this locket for something you have?”
>”What did you have in mind?”
>”Oh, nothing you would really miss. I was thinking that your squire would do. They’re about equal value, wouldn’t you agree?”
>You almost want to burst out in laughter
>Nightlight would never trade you, not after all you have done for her
>”Deal… Shake on it!”
>You drop both your jaw and the piece of armour in your hand
“Mistress, what did I do?!”
>”Quiet, boy.”
>Nightlight and Rosewood lock hooves and shakes once before Rosewood canters off to her side of the wall
>You sit quietly and hold back the tears
>”Anonymous… I will not lose you.”
“You are betting me so casually. What is that bit of jewelry that would have you offer me without resistance?”
>”A memory, but enough sobbing, know your place…”
>With that, Nightlight presents herself to be refitted
>You do so as best you can and you try to calm your nerves
>This is a lot for a boy of twelve, but maybe Nightlight has a plan
>You watch both Nightlight and Rosewood step onto the field and take their positions
>Your mind races with what-if questions and fears of a new mentor
>Bat ponies that drink blood whip their servants, never bathe, and hide left pointed socks or so your mentor has told you before
>Aside from all that, you fear you would bitten and fed upon in your sleep
>The voice of Princess Luna rings overhead and you look to her balcony
>”Tonight has been impressive and we hath thoroughly enjoyed bearing witness to the finest of Canterlot’s guards. We prepare now to choose a successor who shall court the royal carriage.”
>The banners of both houses are lowered again and you stare with baited breath
>On the mark, Nightlight and Rosewood take off from their hind legs
>Strong muscles propel the knights forward as each takes a sturdy, easy gallop
>As if by some strange miracle, both lances collide squarely upon each other and splinter into a thousand fragments
>The two jousters are kicked back a bit, but neither falls down
>Nightlight glares to Rosewood over the fencing before the crowd begins to cheer
>She is the first to dive at her perceived enemy and the crowd grows wild
>Over the sound of cheering, you hear the clanks of metal-covered hooves rapping on metallic armour
>Rosewood and Nightlight tussle along the ground, kicking up dust and débris as they wrestle for dominance
>Within an instant, the two are torn apart from each other with a powerful blue light
>Princess Luna stands before them in her imposing form with a faint frown upon her magnificent face
>”We have seen enough! Thine lust for battle is without equal, but we sense friendship to be strained…”
>Luna looks about the mess of broken wood and twisted metal
>”… Neither lance may be raised, we see. We say onto ye, the victorious parties that shall lead thy royal carriage are House Night Light -and- House Red Thorn!”
>The two mud-spattered mares look to each other and then the Princess in confusion
>In unison for the first time, Nightlight and Rosewood stammer their disproval
>”But, but…!”
>Luna scowls lightly
>”Dost thou deem us unsuitable that you should both provide us with safe passage?”
>Nightlight pips up first with a worried look on her face
>”Not at all, Princess! It’s an honor!”
>”Agreed, a great honour!”
>You walk carefully towards the three as they converse
“Forgive my intrusion, but, it is growing bright. Methinks it would be best to dine before we make such rash remarks and decisions?”
>The Princess of the Night stops and stares at you sternly
>Your blood freezes and you feel your legs refuse to move as she approaches
>”Anonymous… It has been a long time…”
>Luna’s head swings down and rests easily on your shoulder before her hooves encircle your small torso
>”Look how big thou hath grown! ‘Tis a wonderful sight!”
>Luna’s head lifts and cranes towards the two dumbfounded winners
>”Let us return to the castle and partake in a fine feast! Everyp0ny, here thee! The games are over, the winners stand before ye!”
>Despite the night’s earlier harsh language and rough duels, everyp0ny stamps in appreciation and they all seem genuinely happy
>Luna lays her body to the ground and extends a wing
>”Come, Anonymous, we shall take you to the castle swiftly. Pray tell, what is it thou desires?”
>You can barely speak before Luna clears her throat
“Oh, um… Bread and butter?”
>The Princess chuckles warmly, as if you said something entertaining
>You look to Nightlight and Rosewood
“Does this mean I have two mentors now?”
>Nightlight shakes her head
>”You are still mine, squire. A tie means neither of us wins.”
“But, what about your locket?”
>”They’ll be other bets. Are you going to fly with our majesty?”
>Luna looks to you with a twinkle in her eye, but you turn down her offer
“If it is all the same to you, Princess Luna, I would like to walk with my mistress.”
>Luna stands tall and smiles
>”Of course, Anonymous! It would be unfair of us to break up such close friends.”
>Luna crosses between Nightlight and yourself as she stops to sniff you
>In a hushed tone, Luna giggles and teases Nightlight
>”Training at all hours, we see…"
>Nightlight blushes and turns her face as you two begin to walk onward
>The mockingly cheerful voice of Luna whispers again
>"We have watch Anonymous in his fitful sleep. We presume the actions thou hast taken will relieve him of such -uncomfortable- days."
>Your mentor stands close to you side and gingerly nuzzles your cheek while trying to avoid the Princess' words
>"Forgive me of my transgressions, it was stupid to bet somep0ny like you."
"I never held a grudge before."
>"You are too kind to me."
>Nightlight smiles lightly with you and you return the sentiment
>It was an emotional kind of night