>Day Meta in Equestria
>You are Princess Celestia, and holy shit are you having a good time.
>Flutttershy is here beside you, and the two of you are finishing up a story about Anon, the lone human.
“Oh! How about we finish the story by having him stick the carrot in his nose!”
>”Or maybe he could put it in his butt!”
“That’s also a fine idea, my little pony!”
>The two of you aren’t just writing regular stories, oh heavens no.
>You’re partaking in an ancient tradition dating back to about a year ago when he first arrived in Equestria.
>You like to call it “Celestirape,” seeing as all stories revolve around you trying to get into Anon’s pants.
>Fluttershy likes to write with you, seeing as she has an actual crush on him.
>Together the two of you have created countless stories, good and bad, posted under a multitude of names.
>Fetlock_Science, Nibbulus, PoNoel, all of them were the two of you using your devious minds to write literal God-tier comedy.
>But that is about to come to an end.
 
>You are Anon
>You have just discovered what appear to be stories about Sunbutt getting into your drawers in the Canterlot Archives.
“Why?”
>“If you want answers, you’ll have to ask Sunbutt herself.”
>Fucking Discord
>You crumple up one of the pages into your pocket and head out.
>You walk apprehensively through the halls of the castle, nervous about the confrontation ahead.
>At last you reach Celestia’s chambers.
>You hear laughing from within.
>Deep breath, Anon, deep breath.
>Exhaling the fear from your lungs, you enter her bedroom.
>SunnyD and YellowQuiet sit at the far end of the room, looking very suspicious.
>”H-hello Anon.”
“What?”
>Fluttershy seems exceptionally nervous.
>”Nothing at all, Anon. Come on in.”
>You step further into Celestia’s bedroom, tensing up the closer you get to them.
>”What brings you here, Anon?”
>You muster up your courage.
>What happens next will probably damn you for eternity.
“Why have you been writing stories about getting with me, Celestia?”
>Her casual demeanor drops and she flinches a little.
>”What do you mean, Anon?”
>You take the page out of your pocket and begin reading.
>“Anon’s butthole was around three inches wide by now, but Celestia’s massive horse cock was barely even into his virgin anus.”
>”Th-that was-“
“Shut up, Fluttershy.”
>You turn toward Celestia.
“Why did you write these?”
>”I can’t answer that, Anon, but you can take a look at the others we’ve written this week if you want.”
>You see a huge stack of papers on Celestia’s desk, easily taller than you.
>Taking a random handful of pages from the middle, you begin-
>SMUSH
>The paper stack falls over, spilling Celestirape stories all over you.
>The horrific smell of mare juice begins to invade your olfactory receptors, but you can’t move.
>”Go on, Anon. Take your time.”
>You manage to free a hand from the pile and bring the sheet to your eyes.
>It’s a story about Celestia raping you with a 39.5 foot pole.
>The next sheet has Celestia and Big Mac double teaming you.
>Holy shit...
>The next loose page you dredge up has [spoiler]Celestia tonguing your anus[/spoiler]
>Jesus Shitfucking Christ you can’t take this.
>Vomit begins to pour from your mouth in uncontrollable streams, drowning you in a sea of half-digested flowers and lettuce leaves.
>Celestia and Fluttershy sit back and rub their twats.
>You never though it would end like this.
>You’d hoped to go out
>Fucking Celestia