AlaskanAnon in equestria ch. 13

>Today, you wake up more quickly

>There's a slight pressure around your chest

>SO you open your eyes

>...Well, at least she got it right this time

>Twilight Sparkle has her hooves wrapped around you in a hug

>But unlike yesterday morning

>She's actually hugging your torso

>Instead of your face

>...All in all, there are worse ways to wake up

>She's not trying to rape you, for example

 

 

>Welp, time to get up

>Because as much as you would looooove to stay in this nice warm bed

>You need to feed the fire before it goes out

>You gently pry Twilight's hooves away from your midsection

>Which wakes her up, of course

>She looks up at you, blinking owlishly

Good morning Twilight

>"Good morning Anonymous"

>You finish freeing yourself from her grip, and get out from under the covers

>Just as you'd predicted, it's fairly cold in the tent

>Leaving Twilight under the blankets, you retrieve some firewood and stoke the fire

>Much better

So what do you want for breakfast?

>You ask Twilight as you pull on your boots

>"Do you have any Gorilla Munch left?" she asks as she emerges from the blankets

Plenty

>You grab your gloves and head out the door

>You don't need all your stuff for this

 

 

>Ten minutes later, your wastes are disposed of

>And you're eating on a bowl of Gorilla Munch across the table from Twilight

>You were out early enough that there were no guardsp0nies in the maze

>It was snowing steadily outside

>And now here you are

>Stuck in a tent with a reluctantly horny mare for the rest of the day

>Twilight speaks up between spoonfuls of cereal

>"So... what are we going to do tomorrow?"

Oh, that's right.  Estrus ends tomorrow, doesn't it

>She nods

Well Twilight, I figure we'll stomp right into Day Court and let Celestia know we're back

>"You wouldn't!"

Do you honestly believe there's a Guard in that castle that would stand in MY way?

>"When you put it that way, no..."

There you go then

 

 

>Once breakfast is done and over with, you head over to your cloak and pull out your three boxes of .45 ammo

>And the respective mag bags

>You carry the entire lot over to the table and set it down

>"What are you doing?" Asks Twilight

I'm going to load these mags

>"Those are for your pistol?"

Yeah

>"Why?"

>You shrug

Luck favors the prepared.  And it's not like I have anything else to do

>Twilight's eyes light up

>"You said before you have other guns, didn't you?"

I did say that...

>"And you also promised you would show them to me"

I didn't promise anything

>her face falls

But sure, I'll show you my other guns

>"Thanks"

 

 

>You go to your cloak once more and retrieve a pair of long, black cases with padlocks attached

>Along with the box of regular shotgun ammo

>You bring them back over to Twilight and set them on the ground

>While you're opening the shotgun ammo box Twilight speaks up

>"Why do you have so many guns?"

What?

>"Those cases are huge!"

Heh, there's only one gun in each of these cases

>Shotgun or rifle first?

>Shotgun

>You unlock the padlock on the left case with your key

>Then you pop the latches and open it up

>Sitting upon the spiked foam is your shotgun in all its glory

>Underneath the shotgun is the slug barrel

>And sitting at the left side of the case is your original ammo supply for it

>you pick it up

This is my shotgun; my Remington 870

>You say

It works a little different than my pistol

 

 

>You reach over and grab a 00 buck shell out of the ammo box

The shells go in here

>You say, pushing the metal tongue up with the shell and shoving it into the tube

And stack up inside the tube.  Capacity is five shells.  Whenever I want to chamber a shell I open the action

>You press down on the release yank the slide back, the sudden noise causing Twilight to jump

Which pulls a shell out of the tube and into the breech

>You briefly hold the shotgun out at her eye level so she can see

Then I close the action

>You yank the slide forward, getting another twitch

Ejecting is as simple as opening the slide once more

>She doesn't twitch this time as the shell flies out of the action

This is called a pump action.

>You close the action once more, check to make sure the safety is still on and then set the shotgun back in its case

>You're going to pick up the shell when Twilight speaks up

>"Why do you have that wooden part hanging off the back?"

Well, I brace it against my shoulder

>You grab the shotgun once again and bring to your shoulder

Like this

>"Why?"

>You shrug

It's easier to aim looking along the top of the barrel and it's the best way to absorb recoil

>She nods understandingly

>So you set the shotgun back in its case and pick up the errant shell

 

 

The final difference between the shotgun and my other guns is the projectile, or rather, projectiles

>You hold up the shell

Shotguns generally fire a multitude of smaller projectiles instead of a single large one.  This shell, for example, has nine spherical pellets sitting in front of a plastic wad instead of one massive slug

>You reach over and drop the shell back in the ammo can

They can shoot solid slugs, of course, but you *should* use a rifled barrel to shoot slugs and most shotguns come smooth bore

>Twilight is goggling at all the new terminology you just spewed at her

>"What does "rifled" mean?  And how is that different from smooth bore?  Why would you ne-"

>You hold your hand up to her

One question at a time

>She obligingly stops talking as you reach over and pick up the slug barrel

>Then you hold it out to her

Look down the barrel from this end

>You indicate the non-business end

Would you?

>Twilight takes the barrel and holds it up to her eye, peering through it

Now, what do you see?  

>"There appear to be a series of rotating grooves set inside the 'barrel'..."

Exactly.  That is called the rifling.  Almost all guns have rifling in their barrels, except shotguns

>You hold out your hand and she gives you the barrel back

Rifling causes the projectile to spin, which makes it more accurate.  

>Then you reach over and set it back in the shotgun case

Shotguns generally come smooth bore because rifling has no effect on the accuracy of multiple projectiles and it's cheaper to make smooth barrels

>You close the shotgun case and do up the latches

In fact, shooting pellets through rifling is a good way to ruin it

 

 

>You snap the padlock on your shotgun case shut

>Then you reach over and unlock the case on your right

>You open the case and gaze at the familiar metal and wood body of your m14, nestled among the magazines and cartridges

>Then you pick it up

This is my m14; There are many like it, but this one is mine

>You pull the action open and hold it out for Twilight to see

It works pretty much the same as my pistol; Firing pin sets off powder, expanding gas propels projectile and cycles action, action ejects empty cartridge and scoops a fresh cartridge out of the magazine.  However, there are two major differences

>You point to a metal switch on the rear of the action

The first is the Rock 'n Roll switch

>You reach out to the case and pick up the rifle's knife while you're talking

Every firearm I've shown you so far fires one round per trigger pull; The m14 has the option of fully automatic fire.  When I flip this switch and hold down the trigger, the gun fires continuously as fast as the action will cycle

>Your explanation finished, you reach up to the bayonet lugs and mount the bayonet

The other difference is that the m14 can mount a bayonet for ammunition-scarce situations

>You chuckle a bit

Not that it doesn't make a damn good club anyway

 

 

And that about covers it.  Any questions?

>You say as you remove the bayonet

>"Why do you need such... potent tools of killing?"

>Ah shit

>You knew this question would come up eventually

>No point in lying

>You might as well find out what they think of it anyway

Well, does the term "omnivore" mean anything to you?

>You ask as you place your m14 back in the case

>She snaps out the definition without thinking

>"A creature capable of consuming both flora and fauna..."

>"Anonymous... are you omnivorous?"

Yep.  I use those guns to hunt animals for meat with which to supplement my diet, and to defend myself against predators

What kind of attitude does p0ny society have towards meat eaters, anyway?

>"You're not going to be lynched for it, if that's your question"

That's a weight off my shoulders

>Twilight ponders the question for a bit while you latch the case shut and padlock it

>"Still, you would do well to keep that particular trait a secret"

Really?

>"There are the gryphons... but you're not a gryphon..."

Wait, gryphons?  Like, half lion half eagle gryphons?

>"Yes, we have a non-consumption treaty with them"

>And here you thought this place didn't hold any further surprises

>"Equestria's never seen something quite like you Anonymous.  It could go either way"

I'll keep that in mind then

 

 

What do YOU think of meat eaters Twilight?

>You ask as you take both guns back over to the cloak

>Twilight gives the p0ny equivalent of a shrug

>"I think it's no crime to consume meat if your body cannot physically function without it.  In fact, there are a few select p0nies that eat it as a... delicacy.  Secretly, of course"

>Excellent

>That means if you're nice you should be able to get it in the castle later on

>Or get permission to hunt your own

>You open the tent door and return the gun cases to the cloak, along with the box of shotgun ammo

>Then you close it and go back over to the table

>which ammo to load first?

>Regular ammo, you decide

>You open up the regular .45 ammo box and the bag of standard mags, withdrawing a mag

>"So... You're just going to load mags now?"

Yeah

>"How do they work?"

>You shrug, and hold up a regular mag

Underneath this metal plate is a spring that presses up on the cartridges.  These lips keep the cartridges from shooting out of the mag, but at the same time allow the pistol to extract fresh rounds

>"I see"

>You open up the regular .45 ammo box and grab a round

>Then you thumb it into the magazine

 

 

>"Hey Anonymous?"

Hmmmm?

>"Can I see one of the purple... cartridges?"

Sure

>You reach over and open up the purple ammo can, withdrawing a round and holding it out to Twilight

>She takes it in her magical grasp and retreats to the far end of the tent, examining it

>You accordingly go back to your mags

>She's probably glad for a distraction

>Three rounds later, however, something occurs to you

Say, what happened to the other round I gave you?

>Twilight looks back at you distractedly

>"It's in my bag in the castle"

Alright.  I was just curious

>You turn back to your ammo can and resume loading the mags

 

 

>The rest of the morning and a pair of sore thumbs later, and you've loaded all the mags

>Regular rounds in the regular mags

>Hand loads in the silver mags

>And fuckin' magic rounds in the fuckin' magic magazines

>You've still got plenty of ammo in the cans

>But now you have loaded mags if you ever need them

>You haven't had much trouble from Twilight

>Other than her moving gradually closer to you throughout the morning

>She seems to be content to examine the purple .45 cartridge you gave her

>Speaking of which...

>You want to try something

>You draw your pistol and hit the mag release

>Carefully setting the mag to the side, you remove the chambered round

>Then you pick up one of the purple mags and slide it inside

>Nothing

>You rack the slide and chamber one of the purple rounds

>A faint tingle runs through your hands when the slide closes fully

>Your gasp causes Twilight to look over from her examination of another of the purple rounds

>You peer more closely at what your pistol has become

 

 

>The entire thing is now mostly purple

>On each grip is the same motif from the side of the ammo can, the bullet itself and Twilight's flank

>A dual stripe of darker purple and pink runs down each side of the slide

>Above it on either side is flowing golden script

>On the left side of the slide it reads "Friendship is magic"

>And on the right "Knowledge is power"

Twilight, Why is my gun purple?

>"Well, what did you do?"

I chambered one of those purple cartridges...

>Twilight's eyes widen

>"That must be the chromatic magic I detected!  Perhaps it was..."

>While she muses excitedly to herself you drop the mag

>The gun is still purple

>Then you pull the slide back, ejecting the purple cartridge

>You get the same tingling feeling in your hands

>And the gun turns back to its original color

>Phew

 

 

>After you finish re-inserting the original round and mag and holster your pistol, you interrupt Twilight's diatribe

So did you figure anything out about what these cartridges do?

>"Not much.  As you saw earlier, they seem to have a chromatic variation spell worked into them.  Past that, there's not much I can determine.  The magic is almost... alien"

>Makes sense

>From what you know, you played an equal part in the creation of those cartridges

>And around here, you're about as alien as it gets

>You put the mags back inside their bags

>Then pick up the bags and dump them out into the cloak

I think it's about time for lunch

>You suggest as you carry the ammo boxes over to the cloak, after retrieving the spare purple round from Twilight

Is there anything you'd particularly enjoy?

>"mmmhmmm... oh, yes..."

>You don't like that tone of voice

Twilight

>You warn, turning back to her

>"I-um-Oh, sorry!"

>Upon her face you see bedroom eyes rapidly transforming into an apologetic expression

>"I-I'd like a sandwich, if you don't mind..."

Sure

>You turn back to the cloak and extract the supplies for a daisy sandwich, along with some fruits and vegetables

>You can't eat the stuff, so she might as well have it

>Then few slices of bread, some peanut butter and a few more fruits and vegetables for yourself

>You can feel the cloak bowed inward from wind

>So you briefly pull open a corner and peer outside

>It's snowing and blowing

 

 

>Lunch passes silently

>You're both concentrating more on eating than conversation

>You're friggen hungry

>After lunch, you put the peanut butter away, then you draw a small bag from the cloak

>You go back over to the table and sit down

>Twilight is getting up off the ground

Come here

>She reluctantly trots over to you

>You slam the bag on the table, causing her to jump

Care for some chess?

>"I... Yes, that would be a... a welcome distraction"

Great

>You open the bag, revealing the shells you substituted for a full chess set the previous night

Care to put up the board?

>"O-of course"

>The same checkered purple board appears above the table

>You immediately begin setting it with pieces

 

 

>The rest of the day passes in a haze of checks and checkmates as you both devote yourselves to the game

>Twilight is a good opponent despite spending more time looking at you than at the board

>But when dinner time rolls around you're about ready to be done

>You get up part way through the last game and head over to the small pile of food you brought in this morning

>"What are you doing?"

Fixing dinner

>You reply as you retrieve a pan

It'll need some time to cook, so we'll get to finish the game

>"Sounds good"

>For dinner, you will make spaghetti

>No meatballs

>Those can come later

>You fill a pot with snow and set it on the stove to melt and boil

>Then you whip up the sauce with a can of tomato sauce, a select few herbs and spices, and half a diced onion

>Once the sauce is done you set it near the stove to keep it warm and go back to the chess game while the water heats up

 

 

>You break once more from the chess game to add the spaghetti to the boiling water

>The game is nearly over

>You manage to eke out a final win in the time it takes for the spaghetti to soften up

Good game, good game.  Can you put the pieces away?

>"Yes"

Great

>You turn around and go over to the stove

>Then you strain out the spaghetti and portion it onto two plates, carrying them both over to the table

>You make a second trip, picking up beverages and silverware for the both of you, and the sauce

>Finally you find yourself sitting across the table from Twilight, fork in hand

Dig in

>You both reach for the sauce at the same time

>Then you both back your respective limbs off at the same time

You go ahead

>You motion to her

>She picks up the bowl and pours some sauce on top of her spaghetti

>When she's done you get some yourself

 

 

So, do you like spaghetti?

>"mmmhmmmm..."

>And that's all you get from Twilight

>The rest of dinner passes with almost disturbing silence

>Jesus Fuck

>With the look you're getting there may as well be candles and a bottle of France's finest between you

>You stand up and go scrape your plate in the garbage bag

>Then you head back over to the table

>...

>There's a pressure on your thigh

>You slowly look down

>It's Twilight

>She's rubbing her flank on your leg

>Her face is occupied by a look of release

>Blissful, even

TWILIGHT

>She distractedly looks back up at you

>Then her eyes refocus

>And she realizes what she's doing

 

 

>Twilight practically leaps forward

>"OhmygoshI'msosorryAnonymousIdidn'tknowI'msorryIdidn'tmeant-"

SSSSHHHH

>You say

>She quietens down

>You go over to your cold weather gear and begin pulling on your snowpants

>"Where are you going?"

I'm going to take a walk and give you a little space, alright?

>"oh...  okay..."

Besides

>You put your hand up to your mouth and stage whisper at her

I have to piss something fierce

>This gets a giggle

>You should be fine leaving the tent now

>The sun is going down

>And you're fairly sure the guardsp0nies are going back to the castle by now

>You pull on your snowpants

>Your jacket, hat, goggles, boots, scarf and gloves

 

 

>You've just finished strapping on your snowshoes and are standing up when an object tumbles through the doorway

>Upon closer inspection, it's a completely black stallion wearing deep purple armor

>For the briefest instant, you all stand perfectly still in shocked silence

>Then the guardsp0ny looks at you with eyes the size of saucers

>"help me" He silently mouths at you

>Before anyone can do anything else a gaggle of twittering guardsmares of similar coloration push through the flap

>Fuck

RUN!

>You and Twilight both simultaneously start for the door

>The unfortunate guardsp0ny does his best, but he's much too close to the door

>He barely manages to get to his hooves before the mares dogpile on him

Go!

>You shout to Twilight

I'll catch up!

>Twilight hesitates

>"Are you sure-"

Yes!  gogogo!

>Twilight reluctantly turns and exits the tent

>You run up to the guardsp0ny

>He made a plea for help

>And you intend to oblige it

 

 

>Right now, you can't see him

>Just a pile of mares

>SO you stoop down and seize one of them by her armor

>She giggles at you coquettishly

>You respond by bodily pitching her out the door

>The second one is dealt with in much the same manner

>But the third has her hooves around him

>Prying them off proves to be no easy task

>But the guardsp0ny in her grasp struggles with all his might

>And together you manage to remove the mare

>She follows her compatriots out the doorway

>The moment he's free, the guardsp0ny springs to his hooves

>You open your mouth to ask his name, but he cuts you off

>"Get out of here!  More's coming!"

>Now you understand the urgency

Let's go!

>You head for the door and reach through it, yanking your cloak off the front of the tent

>Then you quickly pin it around your neck, and hold the doorway open for your unlikely comrade

>He wastes not time in bolting through it

 

 

>You step out the door and into heavy snowfall

>The three guardsmares you removed from your tent are still squirming in the snow

>To your right, the guardsp0ny stands in the entrance, looking back at you

>You wave him onwards

I'LL BE FINE!

>He turns and heads off into the maze

>Now for Twilight

>You sweep your head about the clearing, searching for her

>Oh, there she is

>In a corner

>With another two guardsmares advancing on her

>Shit

>Twilight looks to you, her eyes pleading with you

>You need to get her out of there

 

 

>Well, no time like the present

>You jog right past the guardsmares and up to Twilight

Up we go

>You grunt as you lift her up and onto your shoulders

>"I-Wha-"

Relax, I got this

>You turn around and push right through the hedge

>Hopefully, the guardsmares won't be able to follow you through it

>But just for safety's sake you jog through a few twists and turns before stopping

>Twilight speaks up

>"Could you put me down now?  I don't want to be a burden"

Sure

>You take her down off your shoulders and set her in the snow

>She immediately sinks in nearly up to her belly

>"So, what do we do now?"

We go back to the main buildings

>"Really?"

Yep.  The tent is compromised; can't go back there.  The castle is the last place they'd expect us to be

>"Well, when you put it that way..."

I figure we can spend the night in the carriage garage, or an unoccupied part of the main building.  Does that work for you?

>"As long as I get to spend the night with you..."

>Twilight catches herself

>"Sorry"

Let's just get going, okay?

>"Yes, let's"

 

 

>The walk through the hedges is long, and fraught with worry

>There are twice as many guardsp0nies in the hedge as yesterday

>Both the light ones and the dark ones

>This issue is both aided and compounded by the heavy snowfall, which both limits visibility and muffles sound

>The guardsp0nies can't hear you and Twilight coming, but on the flip side you can't hear them either

>You're glad for your goggles

>Twilight trudges beside you, struggling through the snow

>It must not be easy for her

>It's slowing down her progress considerably

>And by extension, your own

>Finally, you arrive at the entrance

>The snowfall, no

>The blizzard is now so bad you can't see the castle lights

>The lamp-lit path back, however, stretches out invitingly in front of you

>It's been re-plowed

>Presumably to allow access to all the guardsp0nies currently flooding the maze

>Twilight goes to walk on the path, and you stop her

>"Why?"

That path is probably full of guardsp0nies.  We walk through the snow

>"Easy for you to do"

Hah, I can help with that

>You reach down and pick her up once again, draping her over your shoulders

Better?

>"Mmmmm, much better..."

>You shake your head, causing her to giggle

>Then you ford off into the blizzard

>Twilight lowers her head down next to your own, resting it on her hooves

>"I can see why you wear those goggles now"

They're great for weather like this

>You agree

>"I might just have to see about getting a pair"

>Then she falls silent, leaving you to your thoughts

 

 

>For what feels like hours you press through on through the raging blizzard

>Until finally you come upon a section of grey castle wall

>Set at about shoulder height beams of timber run along the wall, lit lamps hanging off each one

>And above that there's a frosted over window

>You could walk around and find a door

>But then it would probably be guarded

I'm going in that window

>You announce to Twilight

I'll lower a rope to you once I'm in

>"Of course, the doors would be guarded at a time like this..."

Clever mare

>You lift Twilight up off your shoulders, then set her down in the snow

>Then you sit down yourself and remove your snowshoes, stowing them in your cloak

>You stand up once more, and knock the snow off the top of the lamp bar

>It's about as thick as a fence post, and should hold your weight

>You grunt as you jump to begin your momentum and lever yourself with your arms until the bar is at waist level

>Then you swing your right leg up and get it on the bar

>From there it's a relatively simple matter to get your left knee up and come to a kneeling position

>And then up to a standing position, your hand on the wall for support and balance

>Your objective is now at chest height

>Piece of cake

 

 

>"Hurry up and open it!" says a slightly strained voice from behind you, making you nearly fall off the lamp post

>You whip your head around and see Twilight hovering behind you at eye level, coated in her signature purple glow

>Her face is screwed up in utter concentration

>"This isn't exactly easy!"

>You don't need to be told twice

>Lucky for you, there's a handle on the outside

>You grab it and heave

>And nearly overbalance and fall off the post

>But you keep your grip on the window and manage to stay up

>Twilight immediately floats past you and through the window

>You duck under the window and begin climbing inside yourself

>Up and over the edge you go, tumbling to the floor

>Then you rise and close the window, and examine your surroundings

 

 

>You're in a red carpeted, lamp lit hallway lined with windows on the left side

>To the right, a door set into the end of the hallway

>And to the left it turns right, going deeper into the building

>Twilight is in front of you

>You immediately begin stripping off your jacket and gloves, stowing them in your cloak

Any idea where we are?

>"I believe this is the prominent secondary causeway"

English, please?

>"We-"

>Twilight is cut off by a thump and a curse from the door behind you

>You both freeze

>Then the jingle of metal hitting stone

>"Damnable keyring!" comes from the door

>You point to the end of the hallway and motion for Twilight to follow

>Holding a finger to your lips, you head for the end of the hallway

>Twilight immediately gleans your intentions and tiptoes towards it with you

>Your boots are hardly made for sneaking

>But the carpet helps to muffle your footfalls

>The second you're around the corner you take off at a jog

>Twilight quickly speeds up to match your pace

We need to put some distance between us and whoever was on the other side of that door

>You grunt as quietly as you can

>"I agree" pants Twilight

 

 

>A maze of twists and turns later, and you're fairly sure you're out of earshot of whoever came through the door

>You passed several other doors set into the hallway, but didn't dare stop to check them

>Now, however, you feel you're far enough away you can slow down

>So you do

>You spend the better part of a minute catching your breath

>Then you address Twilight, who is in a similar state

Any idea where we are?

>"Of course!  We're right next to the..."

>"Well, No"

>She looks stricken

>"I should know where we are!  This is the Royal Palace, for Celestia's sake!"

Shhhh

>You shush her

>Twilight kindly stops talking and looks at you

No worries, eh?  We'll just try these doors

>You gesture down the hallway; there's a door every now and then, marked with a light bracket

Until we find a utility closet or something where no one will find us until morning.  Sound good?

>"That will work, I suppose..."

>You put action to your words by walking over and trying one of the doors

>Locked

>No problem

>There are more doors

 

 

>All the doors are locked

>Every single goddamn one

>You're at the end of the hallway

>And the end of your wits

>There's one more door to try

>Larger than the others, and slightly more ornate

>You reach forward and try the handle...

>Success!

>Behind the door, there's a short hallway

>And then a spiral staircase

>This is your last respite

>Otherwise you risk being found by a patrolling guard

Let's see how deep the rabbit hole goes, shall we?

>You say to Twilight, gesturing to the staircase

>"This could be one of the observatories"

Excellent

 

 

>You pause to strip out of your snow pants

>Then the pair of you begin your ascent

>Up you go, around and around

>The way lit by periodic light sources

This is a long way up

>You muse aloud

>"We... We should be nearly there..."

>Her prediction proves to be correct when you crest the stairs soon afterward

>You are presented with two massive, ornate doors

>One, lighter colored with stylized sun that is disturbingly familiar

>The other dark, with a crescent moon

>Twilight gasps next to you when she comes into view of the doors

What?

>Twilight begins hyperventilating

Twilight, what is it?

>She's having a panic attack

Twilight, easy now.  Deep breaths

>Twilight begins to slow down

>"Those are Princess Celestia's and Princess Luna's rooms!"

 

 

>Twilight is interrupted by a sound, from far, far down the stairwell

>The most terrifying sound you could possibly hear at this moment

>The sound of the door at the bottom of the stairwell slamming shut

>And then the clopping of hooves on the stairs

>FUUUUUCK

>You move as quietly as you can to the moon door

>"What are you doing?" Whispers a shocked Twilight

The only thing I can

>You whisper back, trying the door handle

>Locked

>Fuck

>You head for your last chance of salvation

>And try the handle

>Unlocked

>You open the door and beckon to Twilight

Come on!

>"What?  Are you insane!  We ca-"

They'll find us for sure if we stay out here!  Come on!

 

 

>Twilight reluctantly follows you through the bedroom door

>You gently close it behind her

>Then you frantically begin searching the room for a hiding spot

>There's a bed in one corner with a massive canopy

>But it's too close to the ground to hide under

>On either side of it, a pair of night stands

>Some kind of holder for something

>A mini fridge?

>What

>A writing desk

>A bookshelf, completely stocked

>And a fireplace with a roaring fire

>One door, hanging slightly ajar, leading to a bathroom

>And a glass door that leads out onto a balcony

>Well shit

>There's nowhere to hide

>You run over to the bathroom and peer inside

>There's a royal size bathtub and a royal size shower

>A gilded toilet

>A sink and oodles of soap and shampoos everywhere

>But nothing capable of concealing you

>or Twilight

>You go back into the main room

>Twilight is sitting on her haunches

>Looking around in awe

 

 

>You look frantically around the room once more

>There has to be hiding place

>There has to be!

>Your gaze is drawn to the bed once more

>You can't hide under it...

>But perhaps you can hide on top of it

Twilight, come here!

>You say over the ever increasing sound of hooves on stairs

>"What?"

There's not time!  Get your ass over here!

>Twilight gets up off her haunches and joins you by the bed

>The second she's close enough you snatch her off

>And dump her on top of the canopy

>The thick posts supporting it from the edge of the bed don't even creak

>You jump up yourself, getting your elbows on the edge of the frame

>Then you execute a similar maneuver to the one that got you up on the fence post

>And flop over the edge of the frame

 

 

>You lay down immediately

>And slide to the center of the canopy

>Right next to Twilight

>"oooohhh, this is nice..."

>You you take off your glasses and put them in your cloak so they don't get crushed

>You might have to spend the night up here

>The door opens, and you both hold perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe

>The faintly metallic footsteps enter the room

>Then the door closes

>Sniff

>Sniiiiff

>Something, presumably the Princess, sniffs the air

>...

>She's probably smelling you

>You hear a few metallic clinks, followed by a sigh

>Then an equal number of thuds of metal striking wood

>The hoofsteps got towards the bathroom door

>Then it closes, and you hear running water

 

 

 

>The bathroom door opens once more, and the footsteps approach the bed

>The light fixture you can see is enveloped in a golden glow, and goes out

>As do the rest of the light fixtures around the room

>The footsteps come directly underneath you, then the bed shakes slightly as the Princess climbs into it

>All is quiet for a few minutes

>Maybe you can get off the bed with Twilight and get out of here once she goes to sleep...

>The bed frame begins to vibrate

>It's faint at first

>Almost undetectable

>But it quickly increases in intensity until you can hear the frame squeaking

>"Anonymous..." moans the Princess

>You rotate your head over and look at Twilight

>By the firelight you can see the horrified look on her face

>All you can manage is a cheesy grin

>The absurdity of the situation strikes you

>And it's all you can do to choke down a laugh

>You are literally feet away from the leader you've been hiding from for nearly a week

>Princess Celestia, Ruler of All Equestria, supposed controller of the sun itself

>Who is currently masturbating furiously to the thought of you

 

 

POMF

>The vibration stops almost as quickly as it began

>Beneath you, Celestia exhales

>A smell floats up to you

>Of citrus

>And bananas

>The fuck?

>You slowly, silently shift over to the edge of the canopy and peer downard

>by the firelight you see a large, white wing hanging off the edge of the bed

>You equally silently retreat to your original position

>Neither of you will be getting out of this canopy until she pulls those wings in

>You mouth your discoveries to Twilight, who takes them with stoic silence

>...

>At least you won't be cold

>Not with your own personal purple blanket

>you close your eyes and try to get some sleep

>You have the feeling you're going to need it

 

 

 

 

>Unbeknownst to you, your belt buckle digs into the fabric of the canopy, creating a small tear...