Celestia gets a belly rub (PiE)

>You trudge up the path to your house, droplets of rain obscuring your vision.

>Another day over, thank Christ.

>You could now kick back, relax and…

>Hang on, something’s not right.

>You tense up as your front door swings open, as a strong gust of wind creeps past you.

>Senses on high alert, you walk forward, slowly entering your house.

“Hello?”

>A creaking from upstairs answers your call, and you gulp.

“Who’s there? Answer me!”

>If the mystery intruder was a thief, they’d have tried to get out by now. If it was someone who wanted you dead, then they’d have attacked you already.

>You cautiously ascend your stairs, still readying yourself for a possibly fight.

>Another creak: you suppress your fears, and stride towards your bedroom, determined to find the source of the noise.

>You push open the door to your bedroom, and stride inside.

“Who the hell are-“

>The sight before you hits you like a freight train: all your cognitive processes cease, unable to comprehend the scenario unfolding.

>Sprawled comfortably across your bed, staring back at you with magnificent violet-tinged eyes is a majestic winged-unicorn: something so familiar, yet you were still dumbfounded.

“You…” you finally whisper.

>Princess Celestia giggles. “Yes, me.”

“No. You can’t… this isn’t happening…”

>”I think you will find it is in-fact happening.”

“Shut up. You aren’t real, you can’t be real!” You knead your knuckles into your forehead, grimacing. “Ok. I’m going to turn around, count to ten, and when I look back, you’re going to be gone. That’s how this is going to work.”

>Celestia claps her hooves together.

>”Oh, is this a magic trick? I love those!” she laughs in gentle sarcasm.

>You block out her voice, spin on your heels, and shut your eyes tightly.

>As the seconds count down, you wonder what would have triggered this. Maybe it was a hallucination? Or were you just simply going insane?”

>The ten seconds pass, and you turn back to your bed. Disdain fills you as Celestia remains, a smirk plastered across her face.

>“I take it you know what I am, correct?”

“Yeah, you’re not real, that’s what!”

>”I do not doubt my own existence. Why not come over and prove it for yourself?”

>You hesitate, before striding across to her and poking her head gently.

>You recoil as your finger makes solid contact, undermining everything you know with the tiniest of touches.

“Fuck! No! This can’t be happening! You can’t be real!”

>”Oh calm down. It is not that great a deal you know” Celestia says, a hint of annoyance in her regal voice.

“Not a great deal? Not a great deal! You are an imaginary talking horse, and you are on my bed! I think that’s a big-goddamn deal!”

>”If you would sit down, preferably before you go insane and collapse, I shall explain everything.”

>You gape at Celestia, before hesitantly sitting down at the foot of the bed.

“Now, I can see that you’re confused by my presence. I know of the medium through which I am presented-“

“Wait, you know you’re from a children’s TV show?”

>”Indeed I do. Infact, I am the one who implanted my vision into the minds of the show’s creators.”

“You… this is surreal. This is too crazy to not be a hallucination.” You let out a hollow chuckle. “So, a princess from an alternate reality implants an idea of their world into the brains behind My Little Pony, and then appears in the bedroom of a guy who watches the show. There better be a good reason for this.”

>Celestia giggles again. “I have a reason, yes…”

>…

“Well, you mind sharing it?”

>”I want my belly rubbed.”

“Oh, that’s alr…. Wait, what?”

>”I want my belly rubbed. By a human.”

“I don’t even…”

>”My belly. Your hands. Rubbing.”

“Why on earth do you want that?”

>”I may be a Princess, but even I indulge in some private luxuries once in a while.”

“This is ridiculous…” You rub your eyes in frustration, before sighing.

“Look, if I give you a belly rub, will you then go home?”

>”I promise.”

>You take a few seconds to think about it.

“Fine. One belly rub, no funny business.”

>”I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, I checked your computer, so I know you’re not one of “those” bronies.”

“You checked my computer?”

>”In fairness, given the reputation of bronies, I had to make sure I wasn’t dealing with some pervert who would try and take advantage of me.”

“You know about the fandom?”

>”Oh yes. While I personally think it’s… intriguing, I have decided to hold off proper contact with your world for at least another 20 years.”

“I can’t argue with you there. If a portal to equestrian was opened, you’d either end up with the entirety of Equestria getting raped or millions of slaughtered neckbeards.”

>Celestia nods, before stretching out, belly exposed. “I agree. But enough talk: begin the rubbing, would you please.”

“I’m still convinced that this is a dream, hoax, or some symptom of a mental illness, but I’ll be damned if I give up the opportunity to rub a princess-pony’s belly.

>”That’s the spirit!” Celestia chuckles, and you position yourself beside her.

“Ok, so…”

>”Just rub it gently. That’s all you need to do.”

>With a slight hesitation, you place your hand on her white, expansive belly.

>”Yes, that’s it.” Celestia encourages.

>Your hand trails along her belly, and you make sure to keep away from her… “private” regions.

>Celestia hums happily as your stroke her, hand moving up and down her chest.

>It’s just like stroking a dog, if said dog was a magical sentient horse princess from another dimension with a warped sense of humour.

>Celestia continues to coo, hum and whistle as you rub her down as non-sexually as you can.

>”Scratch my ears.” She says, breaking the silence.

“Huh?”

>”My ears. Scratching.”

>You stop and stare at her, before rolling your eyes.

“You better leave after all this is done.”

>Celestia smiles as your shimmy up, leaving a hand on her belly. You gently place a finger at the nape of her ear, before digging it in.

>”Oh how heavenly… I wish I had fingers…”

>You continue scratching Celestia’s ear: you have to refrain from d’awing as it begins to twitch.

>Meanwhile, Celestia’s face seems to be etched in bliss: a dreamy smile accompanying glazed over eyes.

>The hour creeps on slowly, time marked only by the gradual aching in your arms as you stroke backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards…

>Celestia suddenly stretches out, before kneeling upright on the bed.

“You done? Ready to go home?”

>”Verily. I must say, you did an excellent job.”

“I feel defiled…”

>”I’m sure you enjoyed it. Maybe I’ll be seeing more of you in the future, if my cravings demand satiation…”

“Next time, don’t bust down the door to get in.”

>”Very well. Oh, and be sure not to tell anyone of our little secret.”

“You think anyone would believe me?”

>The two of you share a laugh.

>”No, I suppose they would not. See you around…”

>With a flash, Celestia disappears, and you sit absent-mindedly feel the warmth of where she lay.

>You sure as hell didn’t expect to return home to this…

>And why the hell did she choose you out of all the people in the world?

>As you ponder these questions, a smile forms on your face.

>By leaving you with these answered questions, Celestia had guaranteed that you’d be happy to see her next time.

>The sly bitch…