Pen Pal -Chapter 4-

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>Canterlot Castle!

>Boy howdy was it shiny!

>You casually stroll up to the front gates of Princess Celestia's spire, two guards standing before you.

>You straightened out your sweater, and walked up to them.

"Howdy boys! Lovely day isn't it? Boy, isn't this weather just dandy! Mmm, Mm!"

>They say nothing.

"Say, I was wondering if you two would be so kind as to let me pass by you and go visit the Princess. I got me a favor to ask her, and it'd be the bee's knees if I could saunter on in and talk her up a bit."

>More silence.

"Swell, swell. Alright, well I'm just gonna go in now. Kay?"

>Nothing.

>"Alright then. Bingo Bango!"

>You strut past them and enter the royal throne room.

>Celestia sits on her throne, daintily sipping on a cup of tee with her magic.

"Morning Princess! What's the haps?"

>She raises her eyebrows at your sight, and smiles at you.

>"Well hello there, Anonymous! How are you this fine day?"

"Not gonna lie to you, doll. I'm in a bad way. A reeeaaal bad way."

>"Oh my, really? How bad?"

 

"How bad? How BAD? Your highness, allow me to count the ways."

>You pull form behind your back a shoe box, filled to the brim with letters and envelopes.

"Ma'am, there is someone in Ponyville that will NOT rest until I die of pure anxiety and fear."

>"What do you mean?"

"Whoever the culprit, they have been sending me letter after letter after VILE DISGUSTING LETTER. It's not swell, Princess. Not swell at all."

>You pop open the box and pull out a letter, clearing your throat.

"Dearest Anonymous: You sadden me so. How long must I wait for your loving embrace? How long must I wait to finally feel your hands run through my mane, to feel the soft pecks of your kisses along the nape of my neck? I wish to know you, Anon. To feel you-"

>"Anonymous, it seems to me that you simply have a secret admirer."

"-deep within my waiting, puckering POON."

>"What."

"There's more."

>"There's,,, there's more?..."

>Nodding, you continue to read the letter to the Princess of the land.

"I will not rest until I have you alone and in bed with me, our bodies intertwining in a glorious, very sticky mesh. Please, Anon, I need your monkey penis in the general vicinity of my vagina. For serious, it's urgent."

>You fold the letter up and place it in the box, pulling out another one.

 

"Dear Anonymous: I have enclosed a picture I have drawn of the two of us sexing it up in a field of gum drops and happiness. I also sprayed it with my perfume, because I just KNOW you'll love it."

>You show the picture to the Princess.

>It's drawn in crayon.

>And it's mainly stick figures.

>Your stick figure has a massive shlong.

>"That... is crude."

"Princess, as you can see I have a VERY serious problem on my hands. I need your help, and I need it quick."

>Celestia gives you a calm, serene smile.

>"Of course. What is it you need of me?"

>Dropping to your knees and extending your arms to her, you cry out.

"Sanctuary!"

>You tear up a bit, but they are strong, manly tears, so you don't feel any shame that a dirt red would only feel.

"If you could find it in your heart to let this class act stay in your castle for a while to let this thing die down, I would be ever so grateful. That, and it would be the cat's pajamas!"

>Celestia ponders this, and smiles back to you.

>"Of course dear. Whatever you wish."

"Really? Aw thanks, doll, you're digging my jive!"

>You can't help it, you've got to hug her.

>You embrace her out of gratitude, and you can feel Celestia lovingly hug you back.

>Wow, this was turning out to be just fine and dandy!

>But then, your nose...

>...it... smells something...

>Something familiar...

>...perfume...

>...

>...

>Oh god.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_b4WaiX4A_Q

 

>It all made so much sense now.

>The frequency of the letters.

>The way they always found you.

>The sheer amount of perversion found within.

>The culprit couldn't have been somep0ny in Ponyville.

>That would have been too obvious.

>No.

>The one behind the walls and walls of smut had to be somep0ny with an eye on everything.

>One that was pulling all the strings.

>A drop of sweat streaks down your forehead.

>You look up slowly, at the eyes of your beloved leader.

>Her eyes gleamed down at you, a sly, snake-like grin on her face.

>Her tongue darts out of her mouth, licking her lips.

>"Now then, what was that about my waiting, puckering poon?"

>No.

>No no no.

>Not her!

>You break away from the princess and begin to run out of the castle, but are stopped when a magic field grips your body.

"You crazy broad! You psycho dame!"

>"Now now, Anonymous, there will be plenty of time for dirty words once I take you to the sex dungeon."

"You're not taking me anywhere, toots! Let me go!"

>She floats you over to her and she gets inches from your face.

>Her eyes are wild and filled with primal lust.

>"We have such sights to show you."

>For the first time in your life, you truly know what fear is.

 

~END~