"Celestia Greentexts: A Hidden Love"
By Wiggy (https://pastebin.com/u/Wiggy)

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Created on: Sunday 14th of February 2016 04:49:10 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Friday 23 of October 2020 07:11:51 PM UTC


>Celestia worked tirelessly through her mound of paperwork, not letting even a second thought enter her mind.
>"Per Agreement 327, imports of iron are to be received with a tariff-"
>Yes, not even a second thought.
>Despite the fact that personally, paperwork bored her to death. Not that that wouldn't apply to anypony else.
>Nope, she was only thinking of her work.
>"-Griffon Kingdom, as of the Canterlot-Griffonstone pact, Equestria will be obligated to-"
>But then again, her mind may have been drifting away, her thoughts focusing on the fact that today was Hearts and Hooves day.
>What should she do for today?
>As she knew, the staff were either home with their special somponies, or here decorating the castle for the occasion.
>But where did that leave her?
>She'd never really given a special somepony any thought, except on this day each year.
>Was she lonely?
>Did she just want a big, strong stallion to cuddle with?
>And what about when she had..."urges"?
>Suffering through heat was no laughing matter, after all.
>With a stallion, she'd be able to-
>Celestia stopped herself.
>Every year, she did this.
>She needed to control herself.
>She didn't have time for love.
>No matter how much she wanted it, it wouldn't work.
>Now was the part where she'd tear up as she tried to chug through her work.
>Each year she'd received letters from those who received the papers she signed, thanking her for her compliance, with a small note asking why the papers were slightly wet.
>She could feel her throat clench up, and try as she might, she couldn't fight the welling of tears.
>The princess kept reading through her papers, blinking to try and control the flow of tears as she constantly sniffled.
>"-ections, this agreement is subject to change on the basis of-"
>The first tears plopped on top of the paper, signaling the beginning of the wet assault on the innocent paperwork.
>She couldn't fall apart like this. She was a princess. She was strong. She needed to be for her ponies.
>"-se of attack, shipments will be doubled to aid in the war-"
>Celestia sobbed. It would be the first of many.
>There was no bottling anything anymore.
>The floodgates opened, and Celestia laid her head on her desk, letting herself go.
>Every year, this happened.
>She couldn't do anything to stop it.
>This powerful ruler turned into a crying, sniffling mess.
>All because she didn't have a pony to love.
>She wanted to be able to stop, but this was the point where she came to terms with it.
>She was lonely.
>At the time, it didn't matter to her how soggy the paperwork got.
>The only thing on Celestia's mind right now was to let it all out and recover afterwards, like every year.
>So she did.
>She cried, letting her suppressed feelings finally catch up to her.
>It wasn't fair. Everypony else could find someone to love.
>If there was just a way to get more time away from her duties.,,
>She could have time for a lover.
>But she knew that wouldn't happen. It was out of the realm of possibility.
>It was a sad existence to go on forever without finding lo-
>A quick knocking at her chamber doors had the princess scrambling to compose herself.
>"Hey, Celestia? You in there?"
>Anonymous?
>What was he doing here?
"J-just a minute, please."
>Moving as fast as she could, Celestia wiped her eyes and nose before grabbing some makeup to hide the fact that she'd been crying.
>Dabbing her eyelids with pink eyeshadow, the princess quickly put the items away before opening the door to Anonymous.
>In his hands was...
>Cake?
>"Happy Hearts and Hooves Day, you old bag. Bought this for you and a pie for your sister. Figured it was the least I could do."
>The princess stood where she was, stunned.
>This was the first time she'd ever been gifted something on Hearts and Hooves Day.
>Her citizens were of the impression that she was too high above them to touch, but Anonymous...
>His mouth moved as he kept talking, but Celestia heard none of it.
>She was too focused on her now thumping heart.
>The thought never crossed her mind that Anonymous could be an option.
>He was a human, something none of them could even begin to understand, and yet...
>She impulsively leaned forward and kissed Anonymous' cheek, silencing the fellow.
>When she brought herself back up, Anonymous couldn't find words to say, contrary to how much speaking he was just doing.
"Thank you for this, Anonymous. It means a lot to me."
>"S...sure."
>Celestia took the small cake in his hands and gently closed the door, a smile creeping on her face.
>Setting the cake down on her desk, the sun princess returned tried to her work, but couldn't keep the tears from flowing again.
>However, when she would inevitably receive the letter asking about the wet paper, she wouldn't lie about the cause again.
>She could happily say she'd been overtaken with joy and couldn't contain herself.
>It'd certainly be more dignified than "a servant accidentally spilled a drink".