Cooking for Sunbutt [Celestia's Fetish]

"Alright, something that doesn't involve sex...mythology."

>"Oh, old cultural tales from history?"

>She sure is a smart pony.

"Yes, actually. One in particular I'm sure you'll like is Apollo. He's the god of the sun."

>"Fascinating."

>Her scribbling continued.

"One of Apollo's signatures was his Golden Sun Chariot, which he used to ride around places. Sounds kinda like yours, huh? Hell, you'd probably make a good horse for it. No offense."

>Celestia stopped writing, blushed a little, then continued.

>What was that about?

"Uh, Celestia?

>"Yes Anonymous?"

"Why'd you stop for a second?"

>She paused again.

>"Um...well..."

"I saw you blushing. What're you hiding?"

>She sighed.

>"That word you used. 'Fetish'? I think...I realize now what might be wrong with me..."

"Wrong with you?"

>"Not exactly wrong, but...I think I have a fetish."

"This coming from Miss "I don't wanna talk about sex"! Spill it. What's your fetish?

>She blushes.

>"I-I think I have a fetish for...for being the lead horse in a chariot."

>Wut

"Elaborate."

>She sighs.

>"I mean, I just like being controlled and told where to go sometimes. It's odd...but I think it connects with the chariot. Being told which direction to go by the rider just...excites me. Finally being the one who isn't in control...it seems to be all about the control..."

>The two of you sit in silence for a moment.

"So...does this mean I can talk about sex again?"

>"I suppose that's only fair."