Just some RGRE stuff that I pick up that doesn't get Paste-binned.
 
>You are Anon.
>You were once a resident of Equestria (and before that, a resident of Earth) and just a few weeks ago, Twilight Sparkle told you that she had found a way for you to return home.
>"It's full of humans!" she had told you.
>What she had failed to inform you of, however, was that this new Earth had cities named "Marehatten" and "Las Pegasus", and that the school the portal had opened nearby was called "Canterlot High".
>You swear to god, this genius bookworm can be so stupid sometimes.
>Not only that, but going through the portal turned you into some kind of teenager, and it seems as though you'll be staying like that for the duration of your stay.
>Twilight says that the portal will open in a couple of months, so you're stuck here pretending to be a student until then.
>It seems as though the women are even /MORE/ aggressive here than they were in Equestria.
>If you thought it was bad there, well...
 
>"Mister Anonymous?"
>A shadow looms over you from behind, darkening your piss-easy homework; It seems as though Principal Celestia is paying you another visit.
>Before you have a chance to turn around, the shadow momentarily grows larger, and then you feel something warm resting on top of your head.
>Or rather, two warm somethings resting on top of your head.
>Two firm hands grip your shoulders and give them a squeeze, kneading and rubbing in a very intimate manner.
>"What are you doing out of class, Mister Anonymous?"
>Celestia's soft breasts vibrate slightly as she speaks, allowing you to not only hear, but /FEEL/ what she's saying to you.
"I-I... It's my free period right now, Principal Celestia..."
>Celestia's hands tighten on your shoulders and she lets out a couple of disappointed "tsk"s.
>"Not according to the schedule /I/ have."
>Her hands move from your shoulders down to your biceps, which she begins to stroke lovingly.
>The firmness and the slight jerkiness of her actions gives you the impression that she's trying to hold herself back.
>"Report to my office in five minutes, Mister Anonymous."
>The warm pressure on top of your head disappears, but her hands remain.
>You can suddenly hear her throaty breaths, and feel their hot warmth on your earlobe.
>"I want to taste you again." she whispers, excitement and desire in her hushed voice.
>With a lingering lick on the neck to remember her by, Principal Celestia lets go of you and walks out of the library.
>Y-You think you need an adult.
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>Be Celestia.
>Today you had little time to go out and buy lunch, so instead you have resorted to simply picking yours up from the school’s cafeteria.
>You’re not incredibly happy about this, considering that, although you try your hardest to keep the school to the highest standard it can be, it is still a public school.
>And that, unfortunately, means the food it serves is one step above prison food.
>But no matter, it isn’t unhealthy in any way, just substandard, and you’re on a time budget anyway.
>So, here you stand, waiting on line with the like many of your students are, waiting for your meal.
>You could cut ahead, but then you wouldn’t really be able to keep up that reputation of being the “cool” principal, would you?
>”Ah, you’re stuck here too, huh?” a masculine voice says from behind you.
>You turn around to see the literature and creative writing teacher, Mr. Anonymous, standing behind you, holding a thermos with a biohazard decal facing outwards.
>This, combined with the conservative attire that looks like he just plucked it out from his closet and tossed it on, makes him look strangely lax.
>You don’t like saying this aloud often, but you are honestly quite nervous around Mr. Anon.
>Like Dr. Discord, a mathematics teacher who also works at your school, Mr. Anon is known for his… eccentricities.
>Yet unlike Dr. Discord, whose eccentricities stem from a mischievous streak paired with a brilliant mind that is applied to wild and destructive pranking, Mr. Anon is, well…
>In his job interview, he looked you dead in the eye and said, to quote him exactly, “A magical horse princess pulled me through the third and fourth dimensions, and when I told her I wasn’t a demonic fuckbuddy she slapped my ass through a magic mirror and into this hellhole.”
>You thought he was trying to impress you with his creative abilities to get a job as a teacher here in the English program.
>You should have known that there was something wrong when he was surprised he got a job as a teacher, and not a janitor.
>But, you’re willing to take risks to get your lovely students the best teachers, and you’ve found that the strangest of individuals do also at times have the greatest knowledge to share, so you gave him the job.
>That and, frankly, someone has to give shelter to all the strange, but well-meaning individuals the world seems to churn out.
>”Uh… Principal Celestia, you alright?”
>You snap out of your thoughts with a blink, hoping that he wasn’t too put off by what must have been a good minute of staring at him.
“Why, yes Mr. Anonymous, I am quite fine.”
>You glance at his thermos.
“Is that… c-coffee mixed with bleach, again?”
>”Yep,” Mr. Anon declared simply, before taking a sip, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
“If I may, why is it you lace your coffee with bleach?”
>It was a question that has been bothering you for a long time, but at the same time you dread the answer.
>”I read a fanfiction online that said it calms nerves.”
“I s-see,” you pause, awkwardly. “And has that been working for you?”
>”I’m not dead yet,” he puts out in his usual blunt manner.
>Contrary to his bleach-drinking habits, you have legitimately never seen the man get sick, even during the tampon incident with a Miss Rarity and a Miss Gilda.
>He is, at least on the surface, the exemplary calm, powerful, paternal figure, which makes him such a good teacher here.
>Even with his… quirks.
>”So, why are you here?”
>Once again, you blink away from your thoughts.
“Paperwork seems to have piled up on me, and I’m afraid because of that I don’t have enough time to drive out to the diner I usually order lunch from.”
>”Ah, sucks,” he says, bringing up the thermos to his lips and taking another sip. “I would’ve made myself lunch last night, but that would’ve meant I’d have to have gotten up from the couch.”
>You give him a polite smile, and take a step backwards from him, catching up to your spot in the slow-moving line.
>As he moves to follow, a girl composed of a garish mish-mosh of colors kicks the cafeteria doors down.
>”Students of Canterlot High!” she bellows.
>”Fuck not again,” says Mr. Anon, as she begins to rant and rave about some magical artifact she’s found, buried within the depths of the school’s boiler room.
>You would have had this place swept for magic devices if it weren’t for the fact that this problem is strictly confined to your school, and no such companies for magic removal exist in quite the same manner as pest extermination or trash collection.
>”Hey, hold my bleach for a bit,” Mr. Anon quietly requests of you, as he presses his lukewarm thermos into your left hand.
>You comply wordlessly, gripping the thermos and allowing yourself to stare in stunned silence at the girl loudly spouting lunacy that is probably entirely true, right in the middle of the cafeteria, while Mr. Anon moves off to the edges of the cafeteria.
>”And so,” the girl begins her conclusion just as you notice movement behind her.
>“Behold the might of—“ she is cut off as Mr. Anon brings a fire extinguisher down onto her head, knocking her unconscious to the floor with a thud that echoes through the otherwise silent cafeteria.
>Still holding a cool expression, as though nothing particularly wrong has happened here beyond a minor inconvenience, he leans down and heaves up the comatose girl over his shoulder and into a fireman’s carry.
>The students inside the cafeteria remains entirely silent as Mr. Anon makes his way over to you, footsteps making muted clicks against the shining floor tiles until he stands in front of you once again.
>”Thanks for that,” he says as he gently plucks his thermos from your grip, “I’m going to go get her to the nurse, hopefully she’ll bandage her up and she’ll be all good just like the last one.”
>And that is the main reason why Mr. Anonymous frightens you so.
>He has no tolerance for what he perceives as “bullshit.”
>And “murderous magic mumbo-jumbo” is definitely high on his list of things he defines as bullshit.
>Misses Cheerilee moves up to you, from her position further along the line.
>”Have you ever had one of those moments where you’re really scared and weirded out, but also uncomfortably aroused?” Cheerilee, one of your most rational and collected teachers asks you.
>”I have,” you respond without hesitation. “Quite frequently, as of late.”
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> Twilight invites Anon to a cozy little family Christmas get together
> Her parents and Cadance tease her about snagging such a handsome stallion
> Twilight flatly denies that she is dating Anon, to Anon's relief
> Her parents back off, but Cadance has a crazy look in her eye
> "At least let me check your comparability."
> Twilight looks at Anon, who shrugs
> "Fine."
> Cadance fires off the spell, then sighs
> "That is the closest to nuetral I've ever seen. Sorry about the teasing before."
> Everybody shrugs, and gets back to party things
> The games are fun, the food is good, and Anon had a good time
> The end
 
>"...One?"
>Cadence's features twist into confusion as her horn lights up to cast the spell again.
>You glance down at Twilight, feeling a little bit curious (and slightly concerned) over Cadence's reaction.
"What does 'one' mean?" you stage-whisper to your friendly acquaintance.
>Twilight shrugs helplessly (but you didn't miss that spark of curiosity in her eyes) and stage-whispers back.
>"I don't kn-"
>"One again?!"
>You look back up, startled, and find Cadence pawing at the ground angrily.
>"That's not how the spell even goes!"
>"Cadence?" asks Twilight, approaching her former foalsitter, "Wouldn't that mean that Anonymous and I are extremely incompatible?"
>Cadence shakes her head in frustration.
>"No, not at all." She aims her horn over at Twilight's parents, who are currently drinking wine and chatting happily with each other.
>"Watch this."
>Her horn glows once more as she casts her compatability spell at Velvet and Night Light.
>Magic coalesces in front of Cadence, forming a group of numbers.
>They say "0.913"
>"See?" asks Cadence, gesturing to the numbers with a hoof as they begin to fade away, "The spell's supposed to give me a zero, then a dot, and then the actual compatibility number. But when I cast it on you..."
>She does her love-magic stuff on you and Twilight again, and once more, numbers appear in front of her.
>"See? It just says '1'. No zero, no dot; no nothing."
>You feel your heart skip a beat when you realize that Cadence's spell spits out a number in decimal form that's expressed as a percentage.
 
Had an idea
> Twilight frowns
> "What about Anon, and say Shining Armor?"
> Cadance raises an eyebrow
> "I can try it. Might have to talk to you about your special interests later, though."
> Twilight blushes
> Cadance casts the spell
> "One again! Maybe I should talk to Shining about his interests..."
"I'm betting I get a one with everyone."
> Cadance frowns
> "This shouldn't be possible, but I might as well try."
> You get a one with everypony, and even Spike
> Cadance is muttering like a crazy person, so you pat her withers
"Relax, I'm a hypermutable extradimensional avatar. I am supposed to be able to get along with whoever is necessary for the purposes of my controller."
> Everypony sighs in relief
> Twilight rolls her eyes
> "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
> You stare in an arbitrary direction, through the lines of green characters
"Because I know my place."
 
>Be 7 lines from the bottom
"Hey cadance, we are in canterlot, where is blue blood, surely I can't be compatible with him."
>Like a bat out of hell, she grabs you in her aura and runs to the nearest High class christmas party
>You find it, and in that special awkward corner, you find blue blood
>Not many ponies around him, it seems like there are around 20 ponies close who you hear shit talking him, and they swap out with ponies who have been talking to him for a while
>"Can you bucking believe what that faggot is saying?"
>You hear one say, not even hiding his annoyance
>But blue blood is so fucking self absorbed, he doesn't notice the rotation of ponies.
>Before he can say a word, he is magiced by shipit and sat next to you
>She fires up the spell
>0.617
>The hell does that mean?
"The hell does that mean?"
>Candy, looking much more relieved
>"It means that you two could get along, 5 is neutral, 6+ is friend, 7+ is best friend/fuck buddy territory, 8+ is love, 9+ is soul mate levels"
"And one is you hug it and never let go?"
>"And kill all who try to take you appart"
>Well...
"So... That mean I should try and make equestria's biggest herd with you as a barometer deciding if they are good enough to get with me, and who they should hang out with?
>Its like cadence just found out her cutie mark and that she would be the princess of love and lost her v card all at once.
>Tears flow from her eyes
>"You... you understand the situation so well... no wonder we are so compatible"
 
>That night, at the small sparkle christmas get together was the most awkward orgy ever thrown, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
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> Be Femanon, standing before a portal
> You always thought your older brother was a dork, but you have to admit he can be brilliant sometimes
> Double majoring in Physics and Folklore, all to get away from this crapsack world you both call home
> To tell the truth, you aren't enjoying life on Earth much either
> Puberty was incredibly kind to you, probably to make up for everything else
> You are stuck retaking some classes at college, working as a waitress to pay the bills
> The tips are considerable, but so are the wandering hands
> You have to take two showers every day to feel clean again
> So when Anon called you up about his breakthrough, it didn't matter that it sounded ridiculous
> Which brings you back to now, standing in front of his portal, with as much luggage as you can carry
> With a deep breath, you step through
 
> Knowing Rarity as well as you do now, you aren't surprised that she immediately took both of you in
> It certainly helped that she got to examine two full wardrobes of alien fashion
> You yawn, leaning against the counter
> It was always quiet in the mornings, but you did get the odd visitor
> In both senses of the word
> You smirk as Twilight nudges the doors open
"Welcome to the Carousel Beautique, where you can become magnifique. How may I help you?"
> Twilight slips into the shop with a sheepish grin
> "Is, ah, Anonymous here? I wanted to return his book..."
> Ah, nerd love, how cute
> You tap a finger against your chin, pretending to consider her question
"Well, you could just give it to me, I'll make sure he gets it."
> Twilight chews her lip, slowly approaching
> "I did sorta want to..."
"You know what, how about I just get him now, I'm sure he wants to talk to you too."
> Aaaand now she's blushing
> "Th-thanks."
> Adorable
> You stride off to the scrap room where the two of you set up camp
> You open the door to find Anon still asleep in his futon
> It's not like they don't have beds here, but weaboos will weaboo
"Hey Oniichin, Ohio getcher ass up."
> He grumbles indistinctly and rolls over
> You'd say he needs to get a job, but the way things are going he might just luck out of that
"Come on, you're girlfriend is waiting for you."
> "Huh?"
> He props himself up on his elbows, blinking owlishly
> You roll your eyes
"You know, Twilight Stalker. She's up front right now."
> Anon glances at the clock, then starts muttering curses, scrambling to get ready
> He pauses
> "Thanks, Sis."
> You wave off his thanks, smiling all the same
"No problem. Got to get you married off before you can get up to mischief."
> He snorts, and you return to your post
> Twilight Frazzle taps her hoof on the floor nervously, focusing as you return
> "Is he still asleep? I can come back later if that's better..."
> You hop up onto your barstool behind the counter, and shake your head
"Nah, just give him some time. You know how stallions can be about appearances."
> Seriously, they are all so metro you wondered how the little horses even have population growth
> Twilight Snorkel bites her lip
> "I guess I'll come back in an hour then."
> You shake your head
"He won't be that long. Ten to twenty minutes is my guess."
> The little scientist smiled at that, and sat on one of the waiting benches
> Or sort of curled up on it, like a cat or something
> Damn, these ponies are cute
> ...
"Reminds me, how old are you?"
> "Twenty one and seven twenty seconds just last week. What about you and, um, Anonymous?"
> Still throws you, how Anon is treated more delicately than you around here
> Still, as long as mares are asking, it's not so weird
"I'm twenty seven and Anon is-"
> "Thirty."
> Twilight's eyes go wide
> "Christmas Cake!"
> Then she realises she said it out loud and blushes deeply
> Anon chuckles
> "I guess I am at that. Come on, I'm making breakfast, we talk while I cook. Should I save some pancakes for you, Fem?"
> Come to think of it, your morning toast and egg were somewhat long ago
"Yeah, thanks Anon. You'll make a good wife someday."
> Anon winks at Twilight
> "That's the plan."
> Thump
> Poor little book horse didn't know what she was getting into
> Anon scoops her up and strolls away, humming happily
> You settle for another slow day at the counter
> You could get used to this
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>It's a Celestia breaks into Anon's house and misuses the appliances episode.
 
>Celestia is in the clothes washer, taking a bubble bath
>her ceremonial neck and hoof adornments are in the dishwasher
>her bodyguards have taken apart your blender and rigged it up to a spear to make the blade spin
>Pinkie has jumped in the clothes dryer because she found out it could make her hair even more poofy and cotton candy-like
>Luna has your oven on full-blast but the door is open and she's roasting marshmallows on sticks over the heating elements
>she's put the graham crackers with chocolate over the slots of the toaster and is warming them up
>the spa ponies have taken your vacuum and decoupled the suction hose, using the rotating bristle brush to give massages
>Celestia and Luna stretched the hose out between the kitchen and the laundry room, and are using it as a speaking tube so they don't have to yell back and forth while discussing which cabinet they should rummage around in next
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>"I wasn't expecting to enjoy spending time with you, Anonymous. I'm glad that I was wrong."
"Thanks, Maud. I'm having fun too."
>You reach over and scratch behind her ear, turning the corners of her mouth up into a small smile.
>You lift you glass towards her.
"To our friendship, Maud. May it be forever strong and resilient, like a rock or whatever."
>"Indeed."
>She taps her glass against yours and takes a small sip as you begin to empty yours
>"I like you Anonymous. If you'd like to have sex with my sister Pinkie, you have my blessing."
>And there goes your beer.
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It was a lust even this alien could not beat,
The allure of a superior zebra's large teat.
 
STRIPED
 
>Anon ends up making interracial/interspecies zebra porn
>Mares clop to the idea of an innocent stallion being defiled by a zebra
>Despite the fact that Anon is the only human in Equestria, no one knows it's him
>It gets a bit uncomfortable when his friends bring up zebra porn and ask him if he knows the humans that show up in it
 
>Anon hates doing porn, but it pays too well for him to quit.
>When he started out, they were paying him below minimum wage due to a legal technicality, but now he's making more than most doctors and lawyers.
>Come to think of it, the studio has been getting a lot of very expensive upgrades lately.
>Is fetish porn really this lucrative of an industry?
 
>Meanwhile at Canterlot Castle, a Royal Accountant is diligently combing over their financial records.
>Thousands of taxpayers' bits are being funneled into some sort of black budget, but no matter how hard she tries to close the leaks, more open up.
>Celestia has made it clear that if the financials can't be put in order before the public notices, she'll find a more capable accountant.
>She drops her head into the table and groans in frustration.
>Who is responsible for this, and where the buck is the money going!?
>Meanwhile, Luna is currently furiously masturbating.
>"Y-yes, steal that stallion's seed you dirty zigger. He could make beautiful foals with that, but instead it will go to waste in your filthy subequine rectum~"
 
>Porn addict Luna
>Specifically addicted to Anon's porn
>Doesn't recognize him at all until things get hot and heavy and Luna gets a good look at his penis
>Reaction is a mix of "dream come true" and "I'm about to fuck a whore who put his penis in a zigger"
 
>>Doesn't recognize him at all until things get hot and heavy and Luna gets a good look at his penis
nein
 
>"And this, Anonymous," says Princess Celestia, grabbing your attention away from the beautiful art on the castle walls, "Is my sister, Princess Luna."
>Princess Luna walks in through the enormous, solid oak doors, effortlessly pushing them open with her bottomless reserves of powerful magic.
>Her eyes are closed and a smile graces her face, given her a serene appearance.
>"Greetings, fair Anonymous," she says warmly, opening her eyes, "I am Princess Luna. It is wond-"
>Her eyes bug out comically when she gets a good look at you, and she stops so suddenly that you're surprised that she didn't pitch forward and smack her chin on the floor.
>"Y-You?!" she sputters, taking a step back and lowering her tail, wrapping it around her groin protectively, "M-Mister Incognito?!"
>Welp.
>A heavy blush overtakes Luna's face, and Princess Celestia glances between you and her sister curiously.
>"Do you...." asks Princess Celestia cautiously, "...know each other?"
>You shake your head
>Luna nods her's.
>Oh, boy.
 
>An awkward dinner follows
>Celestia obviously suspects something's up
>"I'm quite surprised you and my sister have met, 'Mr. Incognito'; here lately my dear sister has spent all her free time cooped up in her bedchambers."
>Luna laughs nervously
>"Well, uh, heh, m-monitoring our subjects' dreams has become a bit of a full time job. I suppose they're getting more sleep than usual?"
>"Hmm, I would have guessed you were making fruit salad or something."
>"...Fruit salad?"
>"Whatever you're doing up there sounds like messy work, all the squishing and splashing..."
>Luna's face burns red with humiliation, and she looks down a mumbles incoherently
>After a few seconds, Celestia turns abruptly to Anon
>"So, Anon, what is it exactly that you do? What is your profession?"
>...welp...
"I uh, I do po-"
>Luna hurls herself across the table, skidding to a stop with a hoof pressed to his lips
>"POMEGRANATES. HE DOES POMEGRANATES. FOR THE FRUIT SALAD. I MAKE FRUIT SALAD MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY, AND I CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT THE SWEET NECTAR OF ANONYMOUS' SUCCULENT POMEGRANATES."
 
>Celestia observes this entire affair with a serene smile on her face.
>"Anonymous?" she asks calmly, magically raising a forkful of salad to her mouth, "Is this true?"
>You look down, and Luna is pleading with you with her eyes.
>Fuck it; sure thing.
"Absolutely."
>Luna collapses into a boneless heap in relief.
"In fact, if Princess Luna is interested, I wouldn't mind helping her make some fruit salad later tonight, if she is willing."
>Luna groans and wraps her tail around her groin again.
 
>Celestia sets up a table, some bowls full of ingredients, and some cameras
>Luna looks like she wants to die
>Anon's head is in his hands
>"My dearest subjects, I apologise for interrupting your regular broadcast, but today we have a special treat! My dearest sister and her friend Anonymous are going to show us their special fruit salad recipe!"
>Bon Bon is staring at her TV with a furrowed brow
>"...Hey Lyra, isn't that the guy from all your Zebra porn?"
>"Ugh, I told you, I just watch it for the Hot Monkey-"
>She freezes as she sees the TV
>Her eyes dart between Anon, Luna, and Celestia
>She hops into the couch without looking away from the screen
>"If I don't see some dicks and pussies out within the next five minutes, I'm going to break something."
 
>Anon tries to actually make fruit salad with Luna. He's never seen someone bluff so badly and rolls with it because it's funny.
>Celestia is shocked and somewhat disappointed at her calling Luna's bluff being called.
>Luna is stunned that it actually worked. And possibly willing to show how *very* grateful she is.
>The watchers are bluebeaned so hard Anon's next porno breaks sales records.
 
>>Luna is stunned that it actually worked. And possibly willing to show how *very* grateful she is.
>They flirt using the names of fruits as euphemisms
>The cameras shut off a split second after Anon slips up and says "I can tie your clit in a knot using only my tongue."
 
>>The cameras shut off a split second after Anon slips up and says "I can tie your clit in a knot using only my tongue."
>Telling and not showing.
>Not Anon eating a cherry and showing Luna the knotted stem, before winking at her.
 
>Luna blushes and a faint splashing can be heard.
"I didn't know that squash was an ingredient in fruit salad, Princess."
 
>Luna immediately begins courting Anon
>Partly because the white knight in her wants to "save" Anon from the life of a porn star
>Partly because she desperately yearns for his sexual experience
 
>It all starts when a journalist asks what her relationship with Anon is
>She panics, knowing that Anon's status as a porn star is a well-known secret
>Thinks to herself, "Oh, Faust, are they going to think that I hired Anon as a prostitute? Will they think that I support brothels? What's the right answer?!"
>"Fair Anonymous and I are.... are courting! Yes, we are madly in love. I'm, uh... p-pregnant with his foals?"
>Anon may or may not play along
 
>One bluff leads to another, and at some point the two actually marries
>tfw butterfly effect
>tfw they're still keeping up the act
>tfw both parties are okay with what's happening
 
is Anon continuing with his porn career if he gets married?
I think they're called sex tapes at that point.
 
>Anon and Luna sell their raunchiest sex tapes
>Make more money for the crown than annual taxes
>A few years after their marriage sell one tender love making session
>The porn/cake/book/porn/porn princess debt is settled
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>You are Celestia, Princess of Equestria, Mare of the Sun, and a paragon of the pony race.
>And you are pinned to your bed, being abused from behind by a super predator.
>You yelp as he thrusts and hits just right.
>Comon, you can stave off your next orgasm a bit longer.
>The carnal sounds of flesh on flesh and the squeaking bed almost hypnotically rhythmic, giving you something to focus on other than the fire in your body,
>You're sore.
>Tired.
>Dirty.
>But by the goddess, you will NOT give in until he's sated.
>One of his thick arms shifts, moving from your ruffled wing to roughly grab the scruff of your neck.
>S-stave it off..!
>He wasn't like a meek stallion. No, not at all. His attitude, stance, voice, all screamed "I am in charge, do not challenge me."
>It was that that attracted you to him.
>It became easy to defer to him. He took charge of any situation you let him.
>It felt... Good. Natural, even.
>Did you ever think it would end up here? No, but you're happy it did.
>His arms snake around your front, one around your chest for leverage, and another up towards your face, where his hand firmly grips your jaw.
>A gasp escapes you. You know what would happen to you if he bothered to squeeze.
>The sharp sensation of teeth against your neck sends a thrill of terror through your body.
>Your legs buck, but go nowhere.
>You're still pinned thoroughly.
>A whimper escapes your lips as the fear brings you back to lucidity for a scant few seconds.
>Then, it's back to a blissful, writhing haze.
>He pants against your neck, movements becoming jerky and quick.
>You know what's next.
>He hilts, your hips meeting his with in a final, violent clash.
>Your perfect, millennia old alicorn body was about to find a new purpose.
>It would house the offspring of a carnivore.
>It would nourish that offspring.
>It would bring that offspring into the world.
>You, prey, are going to mother a predator.
>Molten heat pours into your womb.
>Your ecstasy shakes the windows.
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"Princess Celestia, Princess Luna! I've got news from the eastern coast!"
>You look around the conference room filled with the princesses' most trusted advisors, all of their eyes on you
>"Yes my little pony? I hope it's important, I'm quite busy as you can see."
"Raiders from the north, tall and bipedal like nothing we've seen before. They've been attacking coastal cities for nearly a month, raping and pillaging wherever they please."
>Luna stands from her seat in indignation
>"To assault our lands and rape our stallions, these mares have neither shame nor morals! We shall mobilize-"
"Colts, Princess. They're colts as far as we can tell."
>Once again everypony in the room looks at you until Celestia speaks up
>"What do you mean colts? As in their raiding parties are comprised of colts."
>You reach into your saddlebag and hand over a written report
"In their entirety ma'am, they've also only taken mare prisoners. We'd assume they were after slaves if they weren't seen… 'going at it'."
>Both princesses crowd around the documents and many of the attached pictures
>You see them turn the page and gasp in surprise
>"Oh my…"
>They've seen photographs of their crimes if you had to guess
>"Rowing ships? They're woefully out dated, even by my standards, but that t'would explain the need for slaves."
"Not at all ma'am, you can see they row above deck, the slaves were taken bound with rope rather than put to work."
>Luna looks up to you
>"They must be very... Muscular, have you mayhap seen them yourself?"
"Yes ma'am, I was among the first pegasi to respond, we were about to give chase when they fled to their ships and sailed away."
>"How tall are they? Were there any mares among them at all?"
>You look between the two questioning princesses as sweat forms on your brow
>What kind of questions are these?
 
"I couldn't see any mares at all, and I suppose most of them are around your height princess."
>Luna and Celestia share a look before the latter decides to say something
>"Tall, muscular, savage colts who have dominated the local garrisons and more, they certainly are interesting aren't they?"
>"Most definitely sister, shall I send diplomats so that we may…" You just barely catch her licking her lips hungrily, "parlay with them."
>Both of them walk out, intent on dealing with this threat no doubt
"Princess Celestia, I need to have copies made of the documents."
>"Oh, yes, silly me. Here you go; Equestria thanks you for your service."
>You salute and flip through the report one more time to double check everything
>Oh buck, you must've dropped some of the pictures on the flight in
>"I call the dibs on that one!"
>"Fine, but I want the diplomat when he arrives."
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