For the Lust of a Princess (Anon x Molestia)

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While this is set in the same universe as the other gay Anon one-shots, this doesn't form part of the series, it's a stand-alone story.

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>It's been a good year for you in Equestria. Initially you'd wrestled with the thought of being stuck here but accepting it had made life infinitely easier. Which is probably why you're just enjoying an evening in the orchard with Applejack at your side.

>The tan mare's homely kindness has gone a long way to making you feel at home. Not to mention how much she's made her own home open to you.

>"Mighty fine havin' a fellah like you around, Anon." She says, leaning a little against you. You return the gesture.

>"The kind that's got a strong back?" You snicker, looking away from her at the apple trees whose apples you'd helped haul earlier.

>"Nah, I jus' mean a fellah that's good company." Her head moves down to rest on your shoulder. "Guess ya kinda grew on me."

>You could say the same. She's cute, in her own way and always a joy to be with.

>"Anon!" You've been dozing off against the warm mare but that shout instantly pulls you out of it. Running up to you is Twilight Sparkle with Rarity in tow. Twilight looks particularly worked up as she slows down, panting heavily.

>"Anon, we've got to get you ready!" Rarity moves foward, looking you over.

>"Ugh, what -was- I thinking in ever making such shabby clothes!" You look over yourself - Rarity had indeed bemoaned the simple style you wanted. You weren't prepared to go about in formal attire, though.

>"Uh, girls, mind tellin' us what's goin' on?" Ah, trust Applejack to have her head screwed on, at least.

>"Oh." Twilight looks from you to her. "I just received a letter from Princess Celestia requesting to meet Anon tomorrow. It'll be a year since he arrived in Equestria and she says she wants to check on his progress, in integrating himself.

>Yikes.

 

>Or perhaps not. You'd only met the Princess once before - when you first found yourself in Equestria - but she seemed pretty nice. At the least she didn't clap you in irons until she could figure out what to do with an alien. Actually, she'd been extremely generous, now that you recall, in putting you up until suitable accommodation could be made for you in Ponyville.

>Your time had been spent answering all manner of questions, especially those relating to human society and customs. The idea that most nations didn't have royalty was something of a shock to her but equally she'd also been intrigued by it and had gone so far as to request you treat not address her formally.

>That had taken a little getting used to. Whatever about being a princess she's also a goddess, you didn't want to offend a being as powerful as that. Luckily she seemd to have a strong sense of humour and would only laugh at your flustered attempts not to trip over yourself, asking you not to worry about protocol so much.

>These thoughts bring you a measure of peace as Twilight lists off how you're to behave in front of the Princess while Rarity thinks aloud about suitable clothing designs.

>You're given no chance to voice your own assurances as you're goaded off towards Ponyville, Applejack saying she'll be going along with them tomorrow.

>Little good it does you now, though, as Rarity chides you for not having a proper suit at the ready.

 

>The next morning Rarity sits at your side, looking over you worriedly the next day. You'd been at odds with her as she'd been insistent that your suit needed more gems. Simply telling her human fashions are far more subdued had only brought her ire upon you. In the end, though, she'd been made to relent after mentioning the Princess would most likely prefer to see you in your own people's style of dress.

>On your other side is Applejack, complimenting you on how smart you look while giving Rarity the evil eye. The unicorn had been admonishing your friend for not being clean enough, despite her gleaming appearance.

>Rarity's just about to say something when a trumpet call signals the arrival of the chariots, drawn by royal guardsponies.

>It's not often you've seen these contraptions and even then it was only around Canterlot on the times you'd visited previously. The prospect of being hundreds of feet in the air with just that underneath you... It doesn't sit well at all.

>Your fears prove ungrounded as you step onto one alongside Twilight and are taken off. The ride's smooth - smoother than any plane you've been on. Despite the speed you're being pulled along at you've no trouble keeping your grip on the chariot.

>Soon after Canterlot comes much closer into view. You'd initially voiced your concerns about the chariots but Twilight had assured you they were the fastest way and you couldn't keep the Princess waiting.

>The mare at your side shifts nervously from hoof to hoof, sparing you little glances now and then. Did she really think you were going to show her up?

 

>It would seem so, as Twilight continually drills you on etiquette as you approach the castle's entrance. You assure her you'll have no trouble, as she stops suddenly. You turn from her to see Celestia standing at the top of the steps leading to the main doorway.

>"My most faithful student, such a joy to see you again." Twilight approaches hesitantly, Celestia motioning her on when she stops short. The two embrace in the manner of ponies, neck over neck. Those magenta eyes pass on to you. "And my favourite human! Come here, Anon."

>You approach and give a short bow, Celestia taps your shoulder as you do so. "Oh no need for that, remember those human customs you told me about?" She sits back on her haunches, holding her forelegs up and out.

>You hesitate for a moment, recalling certain - very quietly - whispered rumours you've heard. Certain... things about the Princess' proclivities. They'd given you some pause for thought over your initial interactions with her.

>Realising you're taking too long to decide what to do and Twilight looking at you with barely restrained terror for your obvious faux-pas, you step forward and gingerly put your arms around Celestia's shoulders.

>"Goodness! This -does- feel much better than pony embraces." Those forelegs squeeze you tightly. "Relax, Anon, I just want you to feel comfortable around me." She whispers lightly, along with a giggle.

>You relax muscles you hadn't realised had been tensed so tightly. Celestia must sense this as she gives you another little squeeze, you do your best to return it.

>"See? I'm not going to hurt you." She pulls back giving you that same warm smile you remember from the last time you'd seen her. "In fact, I'd love if we could be... friends." There's an odd little glint in her eye at that last word. You chalk it up to the sun's reflection being caught in it.

 

>You're lead on through into the castle after, a little chatter with the girls exchanged before doing so. You spot Blueblood out of the corner of your eye, walking down a corridor. He winks at you surreptitiously and you return it.

>You also notice that Celestia has fallen silent. She's still trotting along with the others but she's giving you a look and a smile. And then a wink of her own. Caught off guard you return it, amidst another giggle from the Princess. Ah, this must be the joker you've heard of.

>On down through the halls you're lead, out into the back parts of the castle. It's more intimate here with fewer guards and bureaucrats and more little embellishments that would be more at home in a cottage than a castle.

>The dining room you're taken into is one you haven't seen before, it's much smaller than the great halls but still more than large enough to accommodate all of you. Celestia directs you all to sit but calls you and Twilight to sit at each of her sides.

>As the first courses are brought out Celestia asks a few small questions about your life in Equestria, how you've found employment, is everything working out alright, making friends? Good. Made any -special- friends? The princess laughs throatily before you can respond. You hadn't noticed before but it's pleasing to the ear.

>And so it goes on, with her dividing her time between you and Twilight. She asks a little more about human customs, did she get the hug right, how else do you express affection for one another, how does pony and human morality differ, is there anyone you miss from back home...

>The questions roll on, touching upon a variety of subjects.

 

>As afternoon sets in, you find yourself in one of the Princess' morning rooms, enjoying coffe with her. She'd asked Twilight for a little time alone with you, so you might speak a little more freely.

>"Tell me, Anon, are you really happy here?" Celestia takes a delicate sip from her cup. "From what Twilight and her friends have told me you've certainly adjusted very well to what is, admittedly, an incredible upheaval in your life."

>You consider your words carefully before speaking. "I guess it is but... ponies aren't that different from humans." She cocks an eyebrow over her cup. "Okay, sure, you -look- different but..." And now you find yourself coming back to Thunderlane's words yet again. "Different isn't always bad, right?"

>A wide smile crosses the Princess' lips as she nods. "You have a refreshing attitude, Anon. As much as I dearly -love- my little ponies they can be terrible set in their ways." Another delicate little slip before her eyelids fall. "Unlike you, from what I've heard."

>Your heart stops. What she'd heard? What -had- she heard! You hadn't committed any crimes or otherwise wronged any ponies that you knew of. "Princess, I can tell you, whatever you might have heard I-"

>That throaty laugh again, your heart stops for a different reason. "Please, dear, that's not what I mean! I've heard you've become quite close to a few ponies." She pauses mid-sip. "Including my nephew."

>Now you feel the colour drain from your face. You spare a thought for how good it is your cup is on the table, otherwise you'd have dropped it. "Princess... I've..."

>"Yes?" She sets down her own cup, looking at you expectantly with a small smile.

 

>You feel your breathing pick up, your eyes dart about the room. There's no guards but there're sure to be some outside. You stand and suddenly feel the world begin to spin around you. You reach out, clutching for anything as you fall to the ground, your world now turning black...

 

>"Ah! You're awake!" Your eyes slowly open to see a glorious white face beaming down at you, a multicoloured, ethereal mane undulating at its side. "You took a faint, dear but you're alright now."

>You stir slightly, wondering at the warmth of the pillow your head rests on. You still feel a little uneasy but you can lift your head. Looking down at yourself you see you're not on a bed. You are, in fact, still in the morning room. Slowly turning around, you see Celestia seated on her chair.

>The warm pillow your head had been resting on was apparently her lap. Your face now flushes crimson before you recall why you fainted.

>"I believe we were discussing my nephew before... that little incident." Your body goes limp and you fall back against her, two hooves wrapping about your chest. "Oh! Not to worry, dear, I've got you!"

>"Princess, I didn't mean..." You struggle to get your breathing under control. "Look, I don't care what you've been told we... we've only..."

>"It's alright." One of the hooves strokes at your shoulder. "Oh my, I didn't mean to give you such a fright. If I may reassure you, there's nothing wrong with it, I'm just curious why you'd be drawn to that oaf."

>Well, that goes a long way to helping you get your nerves under control. Rising on unsteady feet you take two steps and fall onto your own chair. Celestia is smiling placidly over at you. "Oaf... uh, yeah, I guess." You push yourself up. "We just sort of..."

 

>"Clicked?" You nod slowly. "Mmm, I can imagine how that took place." You're not sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you in your condition or if you really did see Celestia's tongue flick out over her lip. "Not that I really need to." She titters. "You two made quite the racket the night of the gala, I'm sure you recall."

>Is she... Did she really hear the two of you going at it? Blueblood had said the guards would be away until morning.

>"Oh don't be ashamed now, dear. You're a young, virile man with all the... urges that come with it." No, you definitely saw her tongue flick out there. "I'd never presume to judge you relieving them with anyp0ny." She stresses 'any' heavily while leaning forward.

>"Celestia?" You lie back into your chair a little more.

>"Hmm, let's just say my nephew, despite his many -many- faults, has excellent taste in his choice of lover." Your heart skips a beat again as she sighs heavily. "I'd just -hate- to think it's only the stallions of our fair nation you've been sampling..."

>You sputter for a moment. "W-Well yes, you see... I... Well I... prefer the company of other... stallions, I suppose you'd say."

>"Oh." It's said very quietly. "But is that exclusive?" She looks back up, showing a face that could melt the coldest ice.

>"I..." In a flash a hoof is pressed to your lips.

>"Shh, no need to answer right now, dear." She pulls it down, onto your chest. "We'll have time for it later." The hoof slips a little lower, to your abdomen. You're too frozen in fear and... no, that can't be it. "I've made arrangements for you to spend a few nights so I might better see how well you've integrated." The hoof comes to a rest between your legs, the Princess giving a little laugh as she does so. "Quite well, if this is any indication!"

 

>With you flustered, she'd wrapped up your little tête-a-tete but you'd been too distracted to provide any decent answers to her questions about human sexual morality. She seemed more than pleased with your answers, though.

>As you'd gone to open the door you'd been stopped. Celestia gave you a far more intimate embrace than before, her hooves straying up and down your back. It was hard to stop your own hands from lowering down the gentle curve of hers, despite how wrong you knew it was.

>You're seated in the castle library right now, trying desperately to keep your mind on... some incredibly dry book you couldn't even remember the name of. Ponies trot about quietly around you, only serving to further distract you.

>Those strange touches from Celestia, the questions... the way you'd felt. But that was impossible! She's a beautiful pony, even you had to admit that but you're into guys! Now if she was an alicorn sized version of Thunderlane you'd have been all over her, right in that morning room.

>But you know what these feelings are, you know all too well. Your hands begin to shake as you turn a page. You thought you knew yourself, knew your body yet here it was rebelling against you. Even your mind kept traitorously presenting images of the Princess splayed out upon her bed, mane dishevelled and panting.

>You shake the thoughts from your mind, slamming the book shut to more than a few admonishing glances from those around you.

>Seeing how low the sun is you know, also, there's nothing for it but to get something to eat. The Princess had told you earlier that she'd arranged for your meals this day, there was no need to leave the castle to seek out something to eat.

>Knowing you'd be at her side once more you're heavily tempted to.

 

>That much was true as the seating arrangements at this dinner were the same as earlier with you and Twilight at Celestia's sides. Except now the unicorn is sparing you some curious glances now and then. And why is she smiling like that?

>Celestia doesn't ask near as many questions as before but more than once does a hoof or a shoulder bump against you. Come desert, she wipes a smidgen of cream from your cheek and slowly licks it from her hoof, eyes locked with your own. Your heart does that thing again but none of the other girls seem to notice what's going on, thankfully.

>At the dinner's end Celestia begs leave to go about setting the sun, something you're conflicted about. No more awkward questions but... it had been nice sitting next to her, actually.

 

>You've been walking about the castle for an hour or two now, the prospect of going to your quarters to sleep not being inviting. That's when you meet Her. Celestia. She's seated just outside one of the side entrances to the castle gardens. Spotting you, she motions you over.

>You take note of the fact that there's no guards about, an unusual thing for this part of the castle grounds from what you'd seen previously.

>"My dearest Anon." She bends her head down to kiss each of her cheeks, a hoof sliding down your back and onto your rear. Mentioning that little custom had probably not been the best of ideas. "Would you accompany me on a walk through the gardens? It's quite beautiful and... intimate at this time of night."

>Had she... No, she couldn't have been expecting you.

>Maybe it's the cool, clear night air or the way she's looking into your eyes but you find you can't say no. Not after the thoughts you'd wrestled with earlier. Not seeing how beautiful she looks in the pale moonlight.

 

>"You know the lotuses are some of my favourites. We do keep a magical field to aid them in blooming." You're not really listening. Celestia's been swaying her rump from side to side in a way you surely know is wholly intentional. "But I daresay you won't find my favourite flower in any of -these- beds."

>The ethereal tail is flicked aside, giving you a perfect view of her nethers. You quickly avert your eyes. This is too much and pulls you back to your senses. Speeding up a little you begin to walk by the Princess' side.

>"Ah!" She gasps, stopping once more. "You know I hear my nephew is quite fond of these red roses." There's a thrum of magical energy as a rose is gently snapped from its stem and levitated over to you. It looks perfect, not a blemish on the petals. "I can't fault him there, even he knows how to evoke passion."

>"Oh yes, that he does." Looking at the rose you recall how -he'd- looked with it tucked into his lapel. Quite the sight indeed.

>"Ahem." You snap your eyes up to see a grinning Celestia. "But it's not just my nephew who knows how to evoke passion is it?" She takes a step towards you, you step back. "In fact, I've heard you've become very friendly with a number of my little ponies." Another step, her face is about a foot away, you retreat again, bumping against something. "But none of them mares." Yet another step, she's not much more than a hair's breadth from you, you can't move back further. "Shall we remedy that?" You throw yourself back as she takes the final step to bring her nose to yours. You fall, crying out as you painfully land in a flower bed.

 

>Light clopping and the Princess is over you, her pupils dilated and grin wider than before. Your breaths become shorter as her scent and that of the flowers fills your nostrils. No. No this is wrong, this isn't what you're like...

>So why does your body rebel so?

>"You told me you work at the Ponyville spa, correct?" You nod absently, not really hearing her. "Which means you've given massages to ponies. Including mares." She settles herself down upon you, your arms rise over her back. "But there's one mare who hasn't felt your touch." She rolls to one side and you find yourself propped over her. "And I could show you the parts that need attention more than any other. Consider it a... royal request."

>"Celestia-"

>"Please, dear." She brings her muzzle to your ear, flicking her tongue out at it. "Call me Molestia. It's far more fitting."

>Oh god... that's the name you'd heard whispered. The one spoken of in the same sentences as some of the most depraved sexual acts you've ever heard. The one who has you in her grasp, right now!

>"You... You've got different tastes."

>"Very different." She nibbles at your ear, you bite your lower lip.

>"R-Remember what I said about different?"

>"Mmmm." She moans, using her hind legs to draw you down. "Not always... bad?" She mock pouts. "But I like to be bad." She brings her lips back to your ear. "I can be -very- bad."

>A thrum of magical energy and you feel your clothes being tugged off.

>"No! Not here in public!" You've still got some shred of decency left in you.

>"Oh but my dear, it just means we can pick up more partners!" And with a final, throaty laugh your mind is made up.

>"H-How about we start off with a... sensual massage." Your hands fall to her chest as she coos to you.

>"I wouldn't have it any other way."