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A Nightmare Moon that edges Anon
Ponies find Anon's enormous stash of secret horse porn
Take five lines from this (http://i.imgur.com/ErMCdd9.jpg) and write them into a story
Celestia keeps interrupting Anon and Luna's night watching the stars because she has a predator fetish
 
What a Mare Needs
 
>Day Trophy Husband in Equestria
>At least, you’re assuming that the sun would be up, the whole ‘eternal night’ aspect sort of messes with your sense of time.
>The good news is, you sleep whenever you want and no one can say otherwise.
>Not that anyone would say anything to you in the first place, being the most revered plaything of the ruler of this dark world, Nightmare Moon.
>Cast into the moon for a thousand years by her sister, Nightmare was understandably pissed when she got out, and proceeded to extract her vengeance upon the entire Equestrian community.
>There have been a number of attempts to overthrow her, but the bottom line is that the Nightmare Moon is simply too much mare to handle.
>Or was, anyway.
>You chuckle a little at the memory of arriving during one of the raids against her, entirely by accident.
>By chance, you happened to land on the rebel leader, a purple unicorn who had been stewing in the dungeon ever since.
>With their squad leader downed, the rebels were quickly routed, and Nightmare Moon had decided that she would reward your ‘unflinching bravery’ with an opportunity to bed her for the night.
>For all her bluster, it turns out that Nightmare Moon is just as normal as they come, seeking warmth and intimacy.
>Unfortunately, the dark mare didn’t seem to realize that human sexual prowess dwarfed that of equines, and had been reduced to a shuddering, quivering mess thirty seconds into your night of passion.
>Since then, she had kept you close, turning to you for advice and comfort.
>And lately, you had begun to push your own agenda upon her.
>The dark Queen shuffles from one hoof to the next, glancing about in discomfort as she struggles with your latest request.
“Anonymous, you are certain that this will ease the difficult transition?”
>Despite her strength, boundless confidence and sinister laugh, it’s laughably obvious that Nightmare Moon has no idea of how to run a country where ponies aren’t trying to kill her every hour of the day.
>Reaching out, you cup her cheeks and smile.
“I’m certain of it, Moonie.  You just go up there and be your loveable self.”
>‘Moonie’ blushes furiously, averting her eyes as she mutters
>“That name is so degrading…”
>But is slow to pull away from your touch.
>You chuckle as you watch the new Queen step out onto the balcony, her hooves clopping against the stonework as she moves into position.
>Squaring her body, you see the dark mare take a deep breath and have enough sense to make sure that your ears are safely padded with cotton.
>Her disloyal ponies are not granted the same opportunity.
>“ATTENTION CITIZENS!  YOUR QUEEN, NIGHTMARE MOON, DEMANDS YOUR ATTENTION!”
>The cotton doesn’t do much, you can still hear her shouting, but at least your eardrums aren’t rupturing.
>Down below, you can see the ponies staggering about as the endless night is obviously taking its toll on them.
>They don’t even bother to look up and acknowledge that she’s speaking.
>Not that Moonie notices.
>“IT HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION THAT I MAY HAVE ACTED ABRUPTLY IN CASTING THE LAND INTO ENDLESS NIGHT.”
>That raises a few heads.
>You smile, watching as Nightmare Moon squirms in discomfort at acknowledging her mistake.
>“AS YOU MAY BE AWARE, THERE HAS BEEN A SEVERE FOOD SHORTAGE SINCE I CAME TO POWER.  APPARENTLY, PRODUCE REQUIRES SUNLIGHT IN ORDER TO GROW; THIS WAS AN OVERSIGHT ON MY PART.”
>“IN ORDER TO ENSURE THE CONTINUED SURVIVAL OF EQUESTRIA’S CITIZENS, I DEMAND THAT ALL OF THE FARMERS UNIONS HASTEN TO CANTERLOT.  TOGETHER, WE WILL COME TO AN AGREEMENT WHICH WILL KEEP ALL PONIES FED.  THAT IS ALL.”
>Nightmare trots back into the castle, looking up at you with a measure of concern on her face.
>“Anonymous, I must again question this line of action.  I am the Queen of the Night.  I declared that the world would remain in endless night and renegotiating on that simply to keep the citizenry happy feels, wrong.”
“Moonie.”
>Nightmare Moon scowls a little, sticking out her lower lip and averting her eyes again.
>“I-I am not a foal, Anonymous.  I do not know why you continue to treat me as such.”
>You chuckle and slide a few fingers through her mane, a gesture that the Queen clearly appreciates as her eyes flutter at your touch.
“What good is it to be a Queen of a wasteland?  Mushrooms and fungi will only feed so many ponies, and in this way you can endear yourself to the citizens.  After all, you want to be a better ruler than your sister, right?”
>A determined scowl crosses Moonie’s face as she gives a firm nod.
“Then you have to be willing to make concessions where necessary.”
>“Very well, Anonymous, you have yet to steer me wrong.”
>After a moment, the dark mare bites her lip and chances a look up into your eyes again.
>“P-Perhaps, you might continue to teach me about human diplomacy… in my quarters?”
>You chuckle and pat her gently on the cheek, shaking your head.
“We’ve got to meet with what remains of the Royal Guard and begin bargaining with them to ensure the safety of our future guests.”
>“After that?”
“We’ll see to the state of the castle.”
>“…After that…?”
>You plant a kiss on the tip of her horn.
“We’ll see.”
>
>The next three weeks are a blur as Nightmare Moon meets with delegates from across Equestria with you at her side.
>While the conferences are difficult, with your sense of tact and Moonie’s natural talent for intimidation, she is able to keep things mostly the same.
>Because of the sheer amount of energy that you both devote to restoring the peace, most of your downtime is devoted to sleeping, or preparing for new guests.
>Moonie is not pleased with this, especially since it cuts into the time available for your bedtime romps.
>But as time has gone on, she has begun to settle into her role, recognizing the necessity of a powerful, focused leader.
>Not to say that she hasn’t found ways to circumvent the lack of intimate time with you.
>The meeting hall is filled with unicorn ponies from across Equestria, business owners who have come to air grievances.
>It’s like this almost every day, someone has something to complain about.
>Like this guy, with the monocle and bowtie.
>“Your Highness, these days are simply not long enough to do what is necessary.  Between acquiring materials, shipping and producing products, there are simply not enough hours in the day to get my work done.”
>Nightmare Moon nods slowly, then turns to the unicorn and scowls.
>“Fancy Pants, I have given you six hours of daylight each day to do with as you wish.  It is enough for the Farmer’s Coalition to feed the citizens of Equestria, and so it should be enough time for you to do your business.”
>“But…!”
>“If you mean to suggest that your work in an office is more intensive than that of a farm pony, or that it requires more time, then I suggest that you use the remaining eighteen hours to develop a more effective method of production.”
>The unicorn scowls, but the slowly gathering aura around the dark Queen is enough to placate him.
>Nightmare Moon glances around the room and then lifts a teacup to her lips with her magic.
>At the same time, you feel a gentle touch against your testicles.
>The sudden invasion of your personal space causes you to squirm in discomfort, attracting a few eyes of the high-class unicorns seated around the table.
>Moonie shoots you a knowing smirk, the ghostly touch tightening for a moment before continuing its gentle caresses.
>“Moving on to other business… Hoity Toity, you have the weekly report?”
>“Hurm, yes.”
>The stallion gets to his feet and begins to drone on about income and production rates, things that you familiarized yourself with before the meeting.
>You shoot the dark Queen a foul glare which she brushes off with a quick tug on your shaft underneath the table.
>Somewhere along the line, Moonie found that she didn’t actually have to touch you in order to pleasure you, and that magic was more than adequate.
>As Toity continues on to individual townships, the strokes become firmer and more pronounced against your pony plot pounder.
>Just as you’re about to burst, there’s the sensation of the tip of your cock being pushed down on, as though to hold back the inevitable torrent that would ruin another pair of pants.
>It serves its purpose, but then your testicles begin to ache as she turns her attention back to them, encouraging your bloated gonads to ramp up production.
>At last, you settle for closing your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest.
>Oh, she’ll get hers.
>Soon.
>It’s another agonizing eight minutes before the meeting is adjourned, and Moonie takes full advantage of the full four hundred and eighty seconds to keep you fully on edge.
>As the unicorns disperse, you saddle up beside Moonie, being cordial to the guest even as you lean down and hiss in the dark mare’s ear.
“I know what you’re doing.”
>“I have no idea what you mean, Councilor.”
>That wry, teasing smile, it’s enough for you to hurriedly push the rest of the unicorns out of the room and shut the door tight behind you.
>With a scowl on your face, you turn back to Nightmare Moon, who seems quite pleased with herself.
>“Goodness.  Why would you be so enticed to get me alone with you, Councilor?  Do you have some… pressing matter to discuss?”
>She pauses mid-sentence, giving her plenty of time to milk another stroke out of your dick.
>Despite the now obvious raging erection in your pants, you storm over and place your hand just under her muzzle, lifting her head so she makes eye contact with you.
“Moonie, we can’t keep doing this.”
>“Just, just like you can’t keep calling me that, hmm?”
>Though her face colors red just as it always does, she manages to maintain her teasing tone with a smile on her face.
>Turning away from you, she trots towards one of the windows to watch the sun begin its descent.
>“You know what I want from you, Anonymous.  And until you’re ready to give it to me, I will continue to tease you as much as I like.”
“Moonie…”
>A quick glance back at you sends you into silence.
>Her blue eyes foretell of the chilly tease, even before it leaves her lips.
>“The Gryphon delegates are scheduled to meet with us in three minutes.  Make your decision quickly.”
>It’s not really a decision that’s yours to make.
>Stripping your pants off, you approach her from behind, noting that despite the smug, cold exterior, she is eagerly presenting herself to you.
>There’s really not that much to it, thanks to Moonie’s teasing you’re able to give her little more than a wham, bam, thank you ma’am, but she still collapses under the weight of her own orgasm.
>Not to say that it’s not satisfying, blowing your bloated balls into the dark Queen’s cooter cavern is a mixture of satisfaction and delight, but it’s got nothing on her.
>Moonie’s nethers proceed to milk every inch of you, hungrily slurping up your cum as she rubs her cheek against the cold tile floor with a pleased smile on her face.
>“Ah, human seed, stallion ejaculate really doesn’t hold a candle to it after all…”
>A stray hoof reaches up to the barrel of her body, as though she were trying to coax the white substance deeper inside of her with a breathy sigh.
>All told, the entire process takes under a minute and by the time the delegates arrive, you are both back in pristine condition.
>After greeting the gryphons and settling in to hear their statements, you feel a slight tug at your testicles again.
>A quick look over to Moonie shows that the mare is wearing a small, ghostly smile.
>It’s going to be a long night…
 
 
The ponies find massive amounts of bestiality porn on his computer, all hoers porn.
 
>Day Pony Butt in Equestria
>You are Anonymous, horsefucker from earth.
>And this may very well be heaven for someone like you.
>You suppress a delighted laugh as you skip through the streets of Ponyville, soaking in the generous amount of marshmallow booty on display.
>It has been a week since you arrived here, and you’ve been loving every moment of it.
>The pony you’re staying with, Twilight Sparkle has a generously soft bottom from generous amounts of time spent meticulously picking over books and scrolls.
>But she’s been less interested in your advances, and more fascinated by you, and your laptop computer that just so happened to come through with you.
>Unfortunately, the computer was fried in transit, and was now little more than a paperweight.
>Too bad, since you had eighty gigs of winking horse pussy saved to your HDD, but here in Equestria, it was utterly unnecessary!
>You had enough to fuel your fantasies for the rest of your life!
>And more than that…
>A lecherous smile spreads across your face as you consider the possibility of landing yourself a pretty pony partner.
>The skip in your step becomes even more pronounced as you make your way back to the library.
>Bursting through the door, you give a friendly hello to your hostess with the mostess.
“Good afternoon, Twilight!”
>You stand with your eyes closed with one hand on the door know, your arm held out wide in front of you.
>Nothing.
>Nothing except a soft, familiar hum of your lap top.
>You crack open an eye to see Twilight and her friends staring at you, with a mixture of shock and disgust on their faces.
>In front of Twilight, your computer hums, sputtering occasionally from the overtaxed machine, and boasting a video of a winking marehood spread across the entire length of the screen.
>The chill in the room is palpable, and no one seems in any rush to say anything.
>Still, you decide to try and break the ice with a laugh and a smile.
“Oh… you got it working.”
 >Trotting over to the computer, you reach out to hit the escape button, only to have Twilight jerk it out of your reach with her magic.
>None of the ponies look too pleased.
“…Girls?”
>Rainbow Dash speaks up first, flying up into your face and jabbing her hoof into your chest with a scowl.
>“Who do you think you are, tough guy?”
“Wh-what?”
>“You trapped those poor earth ponies in your magic box and made them do sick and twisted things for your pleasure!”
>“…Rainbow, that’s not what happened at all.”
>Despite Twilight’s comments, the blue pegasus crosses her hooves in front of her.
>“Maybe not, but I like my story better!”
>“But, it is rather concerning…”
>Twilight scowls and pushes her friend out of the way.
>The frown on her face, it breaks your heart and you scramble for a way to fix it.
>“Anonymous, I know from our talks that back in your world, humans are the only sentient species.  But, you have images, graphic images, of humans exerting their will over these less intelligent creatures.”
“I, I may have a bit of a problem, yes, but I assure you that there’s no real reason to be upset!  These are beautiful creatures, just as much as you and your friends are!”
>Twilight’s expression falls a little at that and she turns her head with a sigh.
>“Anonymous, I think it would be best if you left Ponyville.”
>A chill slides down your spine as you struggle to come up with a reason why.
“Wh-what are you talking about, Twilight?  We, we have so much fun together, you and me, and…”
>“And how do I know that you don’t see me as a piece of meat like you do the ponies from your own world?  Just because they’re not intelligent doesn’t mean that you can abuse them for your own pleasure.”
“But, they’re just videos.  You all are different!”
>“If it were one or two, I might believe that.  But, Anonymous, I’ve seen much there is.  You have a problem, and I don’t think that it’s safe for you to stay here, not anymore.”
“But…”
>Twilight turns away, and Rainbow Dash gets up in your face again.
>“You hear her! Get lost, ape!”
>With surprising strength, you’re ushered out the door by the pegasus, and the oaken portal is slammed in your face.
>You spend a good ten minutes pounding on the door before Twilight threatens to expose you to the entire town.
>As you stumble out of Ponyville, you realize where you went wrong.
>Today was an always lock your computer with a password kind of day.
 
 
Hentai Pie
 
“So you’re sure this is going to work?”
>You stand down in Twilight’s laboratory with your arms crossed over your chest, watching her slave away over her latest creation.
>“Mm…”
>In Twilight’s language, barely audible grunts are a sign of progress, much better than grunts or sighs.
“Great.  How much longer do you think it’s going to take?”
>Silence.
>Giving an exasperated sigh, you throw your hands up in the air and resume pacing around the basement.
>A short while later, Twilight gives a cry of triumph.
>“It’s ready!”
“FI-nally!”
>With a happy smile on her face, Twilight trots over to the switch on the far end of the room.
>It’s a large protrusion, like something you’d see in Frankenstein with a cherry red knob on the end.
>You glance over to the table and smile at the dead computer sitting there.
“Soon my darling, we will be reunited.  Throw the sw-”
>Too late.
>The lights overhead burst at the sudden electrical charge flowing through the house, right into your laptop.
>Twilight trots over and looks up at you with a smile.
>“So, Anonymous, once you get your computer back, what are you going to do first?”
>A wide smile spreads across your face as you wait for the display to light up.
“I’m going to open my porn folder, whip out my dick and beat it raw.”
>The purple pony flinches a little at your vulgarity, but manages an uncertain smile.
“How much longer?”
>“Just a few seconds…”
>“HEY GUYS!”
>The excited squeal of Pinkie Pie ruins what ought to be an exciting moment.
>The pink pony prances down the stairs, bouncing from side to side as she approaches.
>“What’cha doin?”
>“We’re getting Anonymous’ computer recharged.  With any luck, it should be able to provide a unique look into the aspects of his world.”
“And a shit ton of porn.”
>Twilight shakes her head and moves to shut off the power.
>Pinkie pouts a little, then bounces over to look at the laptop, her hoof hovering above the keyboard.
>Her eyes light up as she watches the screen come alive.
>“Neato torpedo!  Nonny!  Nonny!  Watch this!”
“Pinkie! No!”
>Too late.
>Again.
>As her hoof touches the lcd monitor, the party pony jumps up from the ground, the current currently crashing through your computer sending her hair into an even bigger, frizzier mess than before.
>The switch is thrown immediately, and the two of you rush to the table, Twilight shaking the frizzy pony while you try to turn your computer back on, to no avail.
>“Pinkie, are you all right?”
“My porn!  Nooooo!”
>Dropping to your knees, you howl to the heavens and begin to sob.
>After a moment, Pinkie’s eyes flutter open and she gives a gentle cough.
>Twilight sighs in relief, right up until you grab the plucky pony and give her a shake.
“You!  Do you have any idea what you’ve done?  My porn is gone, forever!”
>Pinkie stares blankly ahead for a moment, and then you can swear you see a flicker from behind her eyes.
>With a tired sigh, Pinkie opens her mouth and,
>“Just shut the fuck up and let me fuck your ass!”
>In the silence that follows, all three of you are stuck gaping.
>At last, Pinkie slaps her hooves over her mouth, looking about with concern as you and Twilight exchange looks.
>Pulling her hooves away, she opens her mouth again,
>“Yes.  That is a vagina on the end of my dick.”
>“Pinkie… what are you?”
>With her mouth still hanging open, Pinkie turns to her friend.
>In an instant, her hoof shoots out and jabs Twilight in the cooter.
>While the purple pony is rolling around in pain, Pinkie hops to her hooves.
“How can you be so proficient at using magic when you can’t even shield your own pussy!”
“Wait a second, I know that one…”
>Twisting her head ever so slightly to the side, Pinkie gives you a wide grin and wiggles her eyebrows.
>“I can’t hold back my kool aid smile!”
“Twilight, all of my porn has somehow ended up inside Pinkie Pie!”
>Still gasping for air, the unicorn can only give you an incredulous look.
“Don’t you see?  Pinkie Pie is now a hentai one line producing factory!”
>A hoof rockets into your gut, sending you down to your knees and Pinkie hops onto her hind legs and grins
>“These are savage, untamed dicks!  Keep your poop right where it is!”
>As Pinkie continues tromping about the room, spouting lewd phrases, Twilight crawls over to you, speaking in a low tone.
>“We… we have to fix this…”
“A-agreed…”
>Despite your attempt to keep things low key, Pinkie turns and grins.
>“Well then, let me teach you the beauty of receiving a blowjob from a man!”
>Pouncing on you, the party pony tears away at your pants, leaving Twilight to slip away.
>You’re too sore to fight back, though once she does get you naked from the waist down, Pinkie can’t help but frown.
>“Why weren’t humans born with four penises?”
>With a shrug, the crazy mare pulls an enormous confetti covered horse dildo from behind her back.
>As you try to push yourself away, you notice the wicked smile cross her face.
>“This is exactly why I can’t stop raping elementary school girls…”
“Twilight, now!”
>Too soon.
>Pinkie charges and rams the glittery gutstabber up your anus in one fell swoop.
>As you choke on the violent tearing of your rectum, Pinkie crows.
>“It seems my cock has given you the means to savor victory!”
>You flinch as she begins pounding your anus, crying out for her to stop, but she only redoubles her efforts.
>Unable to withstand the sudden anal assault, you slip into unconsciousness.
>You don’t know how long you’re out, but when you come around you see that Pinkie has worn herself out and is sleeping peacefully in a mess of fluids that you don’t want to identify.
>Twilight stands nearby, watching the two of you with a wary eye.
>“Are, you all right, Anonymous?”
“…No.  I’m really not.  I just got raped up the butt.”
>Giving you a nervous smile, Twilight tilts her head to the side.
>“N-not just up the butt…”
>Your jaw drops as Twilight explains the vast array of things that Pinkie did to your unconscious form.
>Like your mouth.
>Your nose.
>Your ears.
>Your urethra.
>And a handful of holes you didn’t even know your body had.
>It leaves you a shuddering mess.
>You end up destroying your computer, so that such an evil can never be released again.
>Today was the true beginning of your ‘no porn’ life.
 
 
 
 
Dine Another Day
 
>The night spreads across the sky like a blanket, punctured by countless pinpricks of light.
>You lay your head back against Princess Luna, smiling up at the heavens.
“Do you think that you could do it again?”
>“Of course I could.”
>With a soft intake of breath, you feel the alicorn’s body rise and lift your head ever so slightly.
>A shooting star streaks across the sky, then another, followed by a series of rapid fire twinkles as new stars burst into existence and then are suddenly silenced.
>The smile spreads wider as you chuckle and give a quiet sigh of amazement.
“That’s incredible.”
>“I am glad someone thinks so.  So very often the night sky’s majesty is overlooked.”
>Luna’s voice has a slight wistful tone to it.
>Glancing over at her, you see a small but sad smile on the dark mare’s lips, partially obscured by her dusky mane.
>Almost of its own volition, your hand moves and cradles her cheek in your palm, your thumb resting against her lower lip.
“It’s beautiful.”
>Luna gives a breathy chuckle and then squirms as she shifts her eyes away from yours.
>Anon, you dog, you’ve got her riled up.
>Rolling onto your shoulder, you feeling the Princess’ heart accelerate, pounding harder and harder as you move in close enough to feel her breath against your lips.
>“Anonymous, and my sister!  What a surprise!”
>The Princess shudders underneath your weight as she groans, making a sick sound in the back of her throat.
>“Sister.  How wonderful of you to notice.  Shouldn’t you already be in bed, what with needing to raise the sun tomorrow morning?”
>“I managed to maintain balance between night and day for a thousand years; a little lost sleep is nothing to worry about.  Hello, Anonymous.
>A look over your shoulder reveals the elder of the two sisters, Princess Celestia.
>She’s shifting her weight in obvious discomfort, wearing a large, fake smile.
>You offer her a large, toothy smile back and attempt to be as courteous as possible, after all, you are only a guest.
“Good evening, Princess.”
>Celestia’s eyes widen she sees you smile, her body going suddenly still as though she were a deer caught in the middle of the road and you an oncoming car.
>Your smile falters and in that moment, Celestia returns to her normal self, trotting over to the two of you, much to your dismay.
>One of the penalties of being cordial is that people tend to think they can do whatever they please.
>“Enjoying the stars?”
“You could say that.  We were actually just getting ready to have some wine and settle in for a meal.”
>Again, Celestia gives you an odd look, her mouth going just a little slack as her eyes seem to shift in and out of focus.
>“Th-that sounds, nice.”
>Ah, she must be hungry.
>Quite sure that you’ll never understand the white pony and her strange fascination with food, you glance over to Luna and cock an eyebrow.
>Sensing your question, the Moon Princess responds with a firm shake of her head, to which you make another, more enthusiastic plea with your eyes.
>Luna grits her teeth hisses,
>“No.”
>“What do you know, Sister?”
>Luna is immediately cowed by Celestia’s question, muttering something unintelligible, leaving you to fill in the blanks.
“She says that she knows you would be happy to join us for a late night snack.”
>There’s a slight sag in the moon Princess’s slouched form as she mutters in agreement with your statement.
>Celestia is quick to seat herself, clapping her hooves in excitement.
>“How wonderful.  It’s been a while since I was able to enjoy some scintillating dinner conversation.”
>“Because the conversation is all you’re interested in.”
>Luna scowls and pushes her hoof against the grass, her lips forming an uncomfortably thin line as she stares at the ground.
>You glance over at Celestia, but see that she’s just as surprised as you are, and a little uncomfortable as she shifts her head from one side to the other.
“W-Well, I would hate to hold us up, please, let’s get started.”
>Taking the time to pour each of the sisters a glass of wine, you realize that there’s only two glasses.
>After a moment’s consideration, you decide to drink directly from the head, without a second thought to either of the Princesses.
>Luna, knowing your rather informal sense of tact, suppresses a giggle, though you can feel her sides moving beneath your back.
>Celestia, on the other hand, watches in a sort of mute, wide eyed amazement.
>“So brutish...”
>You nearly choke on the drink at that.
>With wine still dribbling down the corners of your mouth, you manage an incredulous look in the Sun Princess’ direction.
“Excuse me?”
>Celestia squirms in discomfort, refusing to meet your eyes, deciding to focus instead on her glass.
>“It, it’s nothing!  Just a little surprised is all…”
“Really?  Nothing you want to share with me?”
>“Not at all!”
>Your continued attempts to get a straight answer out of her are met with skillful evasion, obviously honed by years of diplomatic practice.
>Still, you can feel the eyes of the Princess on you the entire while, especially when you begin digging in through the basket that the kitchen whipped up for you.
>Luna eagerly takes the apple when you offer it to her, taking the fruit directly from your hand with her teeth.
>Her sister is much less hesitant to approach, and simply takes the offered produce with a gentle glow of her horn.
>You fix her with a confused look, still trying to figure out what exactly has the alicorn so on edge.
>With your hand still in the basket, you feel the familiar fuzz and gentle sloping curves of a peach and pull it out, taking a bite without much of a thought.
>Celestia, who appeared to have been settling in, watches with a slightly stunned expression as you go to town on the fruit, pulling your lips back with each bite to avoid juice spraying all over your face.
>To be honest, you probably would have missed her interest, had she not made a small whimpering sound and shifted her hindquarters in discomfort.
>Smacking your lips together, you look the Celestia and grin, running your tongue along your teeth to knock loose any bits of peach flesh as you do.
“Everything all right, Princess?”
>The alicon goes rigid as you speak to her.
>For a moment, she stays silent.
>Then, in a voice barely above a whisper.
>“You… you’re an animal.”
>You recoil a little, though Luna’s ample frame keeps you from moving too far away.
>With a quiet sigh, the dark mare rolls her eyes and places her head on the ground between her hooves.
>“Here we go.”
“…what?”
>The Princess’ eyes are unfocused and her breathing continues to accelerate in uneven gasps.
>“A wild beast…”
 “I don’t really think…”
>She begins to shake, with her mouth half open as she struggles for air, her words becoming more and more frantic.
>“An untamed brute!”
>Woah, wait a minute, that’s over the line.
“H-hey now…”
>“You’re a vicious creature, dead set on devouring a poor defenseless pony whole!”
>You open your mouth to respond, but Celestia hurls herself at you.
>She winds up sprawled out across your lap, baring her underbelly to you, with her legs splayed out to her sides.
>“Fine, you filthy savage, eat me!  Sate your relentless hunger upon my tender flesh!”
>What the hell is going on here?
>You offer a very wide, very confused smile down to the Princess.
“…Wh-”
>As she catches sight of your smile, Celestia’s eyes shrink to pinpricks before slamming shut.
>Her body begins violently convulsing on top of you as she thrashes her limbs while shudders run through the entire length of her body.
>“Ohhhhhhhhh!”
>A hoof clocks you across the cheek, sending your face right into Luna’s flank.
>With a huff of disdain, the Princess of the Moon prods her sister’s face with a hoof.
>“Sister.”
>The thrashing continues.
>If anything, it actually increases in intensity.
>“Sister!”
>Celestia freezes in the midst of her spasm, one hoof extended high into the air pointing towards the sky, the other held at odd angles to the rest of her body.
>Her eyes, which had somehow closed during this entire episode, crack open, and the usually reserved Princess gives an elegant, embarrassed smile.
>“D-dear, I just don’t know what came over me.”
>Holding your jaw in your hand, you pull yourself from the comfortable warmth of Luna’s hind quarters and shake your head.
“What is going on here?”
>“I…”
>Seeing that Celestia is about to evade an answer again, the moon Princess snorts and places a hoof in front of her sister’s face.
>“My sister has a ‘condition’.”
>With a squeal that is far from regal, Celestia attempts to push her way back into the conversation.
>“Luna, don’t!”
>Luna’s hoof presses down with more firmness upon her sister as she fixes the white pony with a glare before continuing.
>“She was adventurous when we were growing up, but a few of her excursions got her into a great deal of trouble with predators within the Everfree Forest.”
>Squirming under her sister’s hoof, Celestia whines in protest.
>“Stop it!  Don’t tell him that!”
>“Because of so many close calls, when she sees creatures who have teeth designed for ripping and tearing, she gets a little, excited.”
>The protesting Princess finally falls silent.
>Celestia brings a hoof over her face as she sighs.
>“No, my secret is out…”
>After a pause, Celestia sits up and places a hoof on either side of your cheek.
>Her eyes are frantic as she whispers
>“Please, you terrible beast, if you have an ounce of kindness inside you, devour me now that you might end this shame I feel!”
>You glance between the royal sisters and then shake your head.
“That’s it.  I can’t stay out here any more.”
>With a firm shove, you remove the Princess from your lap.
>She lands with an audible thump and groan of protest as you get to your feet.
“This is just too weird.  I’ll see you later, Luna.”
>With a small giggle, the dark mare bows her head to you.
>“I apologize for my sister’s actions, but wish you a swift return.  Farewell, Anonymous.”
>Sparing one last glance to the moaning white mare, you shake your head and make the trek back to your quarters.
>You’re almost out of the garden before you realize that your pants are sticking to your upper thighs and dominated by a robust, musky scent that is utterly unfamiliar.
“…She didn’t…”
>With a disgusted groan, you attempt to shake off the clinging fluid that escaped Celestia during her thrashing, but to no avail.
>Walking home, you come to a conclusion.
>Celestia is no longer allowed to join you for dinner.
>Today was a weird fetish kind of day.