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| Anonymous #726765 7 months ago |
Celestia has an absurd amount of hair, I tell you. |
| Gittonsxv #726791 7 months ago |
we need 15 towels, 10 hair dryers, 50 combs, and a very large brush, STAT |
| SpikeSpiegel #726821 7 months ago |
He felt the breath in his throat burst like a balloon of Pinkie Pie's and the tendrils of shock beginning to subside as the white alicorn smiled at him. Spike slowed himself, letter in hand as he watched with great detail, the form of the female before him, unfurling her wings, coated in droplets of water, shining not unlike diamonds, even in this oh-so-dim light. The young dragon felt his tail rise in anticipation as she trotted inside, that coquettishly look still present, still burning as the doors to the balcony and to the light shower outside closed, leaving just the two of them.
'U - Um,' he fought valiantly with himself, willing to look at anywhere but the Princess. Celestia came closer and closer to him, willing the magic quill at her bedside to her with but a thought, smiling serenely as she did so. Spike went rigid, mechanically shifting his fingers to show the contents of the form to the elder Alicorn Princess, still looking away, confused and struggling. The tip of the quill's feather touched his chin, raising it so that their eyes could meet. 'You can take the lead, you know...' she seemed to trail off, nuzzling against the teenager's cheek, the quill scraping against the other side to coax him towards her. She pushed lightly to her side, resting her head upon him. 'It - It's my first time as well.' She reached down, making their lips lock in a dark, almost sinful union. As the droplets of sweat and rain mixed all around her form and the young dragon dragged her into his world, she heard at the back of the head, the screams of scandal, the calls of revulsion and disgust; Luna's disappointment and Twilight - her student - betrayed. The dragon pushed against her, a tug of her drenched locks and a fallen Princess was on the floor, aware of all that would happen. 'I'm yours.' He said, with a fire of warning and desire burning behind blue eyes, ready to take her, to submit himself in return. No, as she thought, feeling a claw trace at the crook of her wings, [/i]Just for tonight...[/i] She threw away the throne, she left the sun for dead, she let them burn and she let them cry. For tonight... she was a mare, and nothing less. She was his. |
| LockTheDoors #726824 7 months ago |
Doesn't she use the sun for that, or she's too mature to use it as such? |
| CallMeAl #726830 7 months ago |
Standing in a puddle of your own hair.
...That sounds a lot nastier when you actually say it. |
| marioandsonic #726835 7 months ago |
@SpikeSpiegel
...Whoa. |
| Ymirthor #726848 7 months ago |
It looks like liquid. |
| KRODERSERK #726990 7 months ago |
DELICIOUS!! |
| Anonymous #727303 7 months ago |
@M&S I kno rite |
| Anonymous #727534 7 months ago |
SO MUCH MANE....
this will require an inordinate amount of brushie... |
| YenaMuffin #727683 7 months ago |
It's all nice and sexy- until she trips on her own hair. Then it's dangerous hilarity. |
| Gregorius #744878 7 months ago |
*ahem*
"You cursed brat! Look what you've done—I'm melting! Ohhh, what a world, what a world... who would have thought some little filly like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness?! Oh, no... I'm going...! Ohhh..." |