>It has been a while since you were thrust into the world that is Equestria.
>Turns out, many humans came before you as well.
>Inter-dimensional travel really got far.
>Humans settled in, and eventually melded with the pony society.
>You were quite late, many adventures you missed.
>Celestia made sure to welcome each human, but her sincerity is getting less and less.
>She used to greet each human by person- err, pony, but now, it was just a memorized, bored speech.
>She looked to you with the fake smile, the false interest of having you in Equestria.
>She often debated to stop doing such; it was like welcoming every single minotaur that entered Equestria.
>Everyday, she got reports from the humans about their technologies, systems and so on.
>She saw them all.
>She even saw the heart-felt letter about how the humans’ lives were changed by coming here.
>She was bored, at most.
>She sighed to herself, digging through the usual mountains of letters thanking her.
>Oh look, Jimmy got married.
>And there’s good ol’ Henry, he found a stallion of his dreams?
>Good for him.
>She shakes herself awake, and keeps going through the letters.
>Maybe something worthwhile could be in here, somewhere.
>”Celestia?” A soft, feminine voice calls from behind.
>Celestia sighs and turns to Cadance.
>”What is it now, Cadance?”
>”Well, tomorrow is Hearts and Hooves day and…”
>”I think I’ll be too busy to join, dear.”
>Celestia turns to her pile.
>”Besides,” She continues. “I don’t even have a special somepony to go with anyway.”
>”Oh.”
>Celestia turns and shoots a smile.
>”Don’t worry about me, dear niece; go enjoy yourself.”
 
>You bite your pencil, and look up to the sky.
What to do, what to do.
>Tomorrow was Hearts and Hooves day, something equivalent to Valentine’s Day back home.
>You used to go with this girl but here…
>Almost little to none female humans here.
>For some reason, only specific males were brought in.
>At least most of them were normal.
>You glance over to your humble abode, and the small town beyond it.
>Ponyville.
>Other humans usually left for more developed areas, like Fillydelphia or even Canterlot.
>You were too lazy to do anything, so you work with Twilight in the library.
>She figured that would give her more time to research more about humans.
>Guess who was her number one test subject?
>”Come on, Anon- you done?”
>You slowly turn to her and frown.
Do I really have to do this?
>”Yeah! It’s customary for ponies to write letters to the ponies they like!”
I barely know any of the ponies here, let alone have any liking to them.
>”Seriously, nopony?”
>You shake your head.
The only ones I know really well are… Celestia and you, that’s it.
>Celestia? No thanks to Twilight’s fangirlism.
>Twilight then blushes lightly.
>”So… write a letter for one of them, then.”
>You bite your pencil again.
Fine.
>You take a parchment, and quickly scrawl down a customary Hearts and Hooves letter.
There, done.
>You hand the letter to Twilight.
>She excitedly takes it, and jumps around.
>”OHMYCELESTIATHANKYOUANONINEVERHAD-“
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Uhm, Twilight?
>”IFEELSOLONELYSOMETIMESAND-“
Twilight?
>”YES?”
Are you going to send the letter or not?
>Twilight’s brow furrows and she glances at the intended recipient.
>’To; Celestia’
>Twilight goes limp, and she blushes more.
>”Oh. I thought…”
>You give her your best poker face.
>”Spike?”
>The little, purple dragon comes in, covered in glitter.
>”Twilight, I said I was busy making my card for Rarity!”
>”Can you send this off to the Princess?”
>Twilight clenches her teeth.
>Spike waddles over and jumps, catching the letter off Twilight’s grasp.
>How on earth did she do that anyway?
>Spike blows a small puff of green flame, and the letter goes off.
>While that happened, you slowly backed out of the library, avoiding the murderous gaze of that purple pony.
 
>Celestia write off another letter.
>”That is indeed great, Frank, I would have never known.”
>Celestia was running out how to say ‘Good job.’
>Then, in a burst of green flames, a letter fell out.
>She glanced over it, reading your name.
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>She sighed, let’s get it over with.
>She opened the letter.
>”Dear Princess Celestia,” She read it aloud. “Since it’s Hearts and Hooves day-“
>Celestia stopped there.
>Nopony ever sent her a letter about Hearts and Hooves day.
>She continued on.
>”Since it is similar to Valentine’s day back home, I’ll just assume you are single and ask you, how would you like to be my-“
 
Special somepony?
>You finish.
>Dash’s laughs ring out through the bar.
>Other ponies around you laugh as well.
>You join in.
Yeah, but I’m half-expecting her to burn it before she even opened it, she’s probably sick of all of the letters from people these days.
>The crowd laughs once more, before settling down, and away.
>You take your drink, and get comfortable.
>Rainbow was nice enough to invite you over to the local bar to grab some drinks, she’s cool like that.
>You take a sip, and look around.
>You try to stay sober, eyeing for possible events that might occur.
>You needed your daily dose of laugh, anyway.
>Tomorrow will be Hearts and Hooves, some holiday two wouldn’t give two shits about.
>But hey, drinks are half-off that day.
>You can’t complain about that.
 
>You wake up to your alarm.
>Looks like staying sober was a good thing!
>You shift in your bed, trying to get up.
>A certain weight holds your left arm down.
>You turn to see…
>Rainbow Dash?
>You can obviously see she’s hammered.
>Her ruffled mane, the heavy stench of alcohol, and her need to hump your arm.
>You shout in surprise, and try to get the damn mare off your arm.
>She groans, and goes back to her drunken sleep.
>Guess you weren’t sober, after all.
>Speaking of which-
>You run to the bathroom, holding back your dinner.
>You spew.
>While your bloodcurdling noise of sick fills the room, Dash goes on to hump your pillow.
>Fucking ponies.
>Not literally.
 
>You ‘dash’ out of your house, leaving the pony behind.
>She won’t stop humping your bed post.
>Ponies? A no-no.
>You gracefully nope your way from your humble abode to Twilight’s library.
>Huh, big crowd today.
>Must be the new books you got last week.
>Who knew so many ponies were interested in intestinal problems?
>You push through the crowd, stepping on a tail or a two.
>You finally reach the doors and-
>What the magical nipples the guards were doing here?
>They eye you carefully, as they try to subdue the crowd.
… Am I free to enter?
>You ask, giving a sheepish smile.
>They shoot you a disdaining stare.
WELL FUCK YOU I WORK HERE
>You push the two off to the horde, and swing the door open.
>As the crowd behind you cheers and eats the two guards alive, you turn to wave once.
>You can hear the conversation behind you; you can make out Twilight’s voice.
>And…
>You trip on a rogue book.
>You stagger, back hunched forwards.
>As you scramble to get up, you rush forward; and then your land face-first to something soft.
>It is also a bit wet, and warm, as you can tell.
>Your nose dives into it, as the rest of your face is welcomed by a murky smell.
>You hear a yelp of surprise, and you pull yourself away from whatever you landed in.
>That voice through, so familiar…
>You land on your ass, looking up.
>Oh shit.
>Fuck me.
>You look up to see the white flank and the ethereal tail, flowing in its soft colors.
>The picture of the sun on each cheeks and-
>A shocked face of a certain princess looks down to you.
>The magenta iris shrinks, as it lands upon you.
>The air is especially cool on the tip of your nose; some sort of liquid is on it.
>Oh lordy.
>You blush brightly, as you stare down the shocked pony-princess.
Uhm, hello?
>You ask, giving another sheepish grin.
>You can see the blush forming on her face as well, and you look away.
>”Well, it is great to see you- ‘face to face’, Anon.”
>Celestia winks at you, before turning to Twilight.
>Oh god what.
>”Is there something wrong, Princess?”
>”Oh, nothing, Twilight, Anon here just… Bumped into me, that’s all.”
>Twilight shrugs, before going back to her conversation.
>”So, what brings you to Ponyville today, Princess?”
>You can see Twilight nervously bobbing her back leg, as she twitches once in a while.
>”I was here to visit some ponies, that’s all, Twilight.”
>You slowly make yourself scarce, and then two great hooves grab your arms.
>You look up to see the two guards, armor destroyed by the horde, looking down on you with intent to kill.
>You grin innocently, and shrug.
I don’t suppose you guys have any napkin?
 
>You feel the heavy thud of the used metal crushing behind you.
>You then sprawl to the ground, and the stench of rotting trash hits you square in the face.
>The two guards comes up, poised to do whatever the hell they do.
>But you are Anonymous!
>You are LEEEJUN!
>You quickly kick up to your feet, only to fall face first.
>You then gracefully do a barrel-roll and push yourself up, ready to fight.
>You put up your dukes, and do a bit of air-fisting.
>Yeah, you still got them.
>Lefty especially, someone’s getting some love tonight.
>But Righty too, he gets lonely.
>The two guards look visibly scared at your superior strength and posture.
 
>”What the buck is this guy doing?”
>”He might have rabies, do you think he’ll bite us?”
>”That’s why Celestia invented armors, my good pony.”
 
>Now that you have instilled fear, you need to finish this.
>You bare your teeth, turn up your heels and-
>Run the fuck away.
>No way in hell you can fight two heavily armored stallions.
>What are you, an idiot?
>Well, there was this time you bleached your pet hamster for shits and giggles.
>You take a sharp corner, and sprint for all of your worth.
>Being the weak, lazy moron you are; you are quickly out of breath.
>You gasp and huff into the crowd of ponies.
>Yes, let’s blend with the crowd.
>You go all assassin, and go into the crowd.
>Ha-ha, they will never notice y-
>”There’s that idiot!”
>”What is he doing?”
>You look around.
>You blended perfectly!
>You even started a conversation!
>The pony, about your waist high, tugs at your arms.
>”Sir, I think they are calling for you.”
>You quickly make yourself scarce.
>You just don’t know what went wrong.
>As you run, you are yanked off ground.
>Goddamn pony magic.
>”There you are, Anonymous! I was wondering when you will be back.”
>You just hang there, upside-down.
Oh, nothing, just hanging around.
>Why must she choose your ankles as the holding point?
>I mean, there are much better places to hold.
>AMIRITE LEFTY?
>Wait no; that would be disgusting.
Not with horses.
>Shit, did you say that aloud?
>”What’s that, Anon?”
Errr, nothing.
>”Good! You’re coming to Canterlot with me.”
Wait, what?
>”For the dinner I mentioned?”
>You pause.
Is this a Hearts and Hooves thing?
>Wait, fuck, you’re talking aloud again.
BANANAS ARE EXCELLENT SOURCE OF POTASSIUM
>”You think so, Anonymous?”
>Celestia slowly drags you to her ready carriage, doors open.
>You then realize the shit you’ve jumped into.
>You turn a pleading eye to Twilight, and cup your hands together.
>You mouth out ‘help me’ to her, but she just smiles at your pain.
>You jump and kick to the magic as hard as possible.
>There is this certain survival instinct tells you that you are going to get anal crusaded.
>The grip loosens, and you fall to the ground.
>You slowly crawl away, into the safety of the crowd.
>You will blend perfectly now.
>Then the fucking magic kicks in.
>Why can’t it be like that grubby hands of the man-lady?
>Wait, not getting there.
>You grip on the dirt path, holding onto dear life.
>But the weak dirt soon gives away, and you find yourself being dragged.
>As the ground is marked with your fingers, you can’t help but to scream for dear life.
GUYS HELP
>The ponies just stare at you blankly.
COME ON GUYS
>You are getting closer to the princess, and her death-mobile.
>You sweat vigorously, and you glance back and forth.
I WANT TO LIVE
>You are thrown inside the carriage, and the door closes.
>The ponies pass each other humored glances, before you kick open the door one last time.
I WANT TO LIVE!
>The magic pulls you in, and the door closes.
>You pant like an idiot, and sit in the corner.
>The magical vehicle flies off, there’s no turning back now.
>Welp.
>You turn to Celestia, who is looking at you kinda strange.
You… alright, Princess?
>You ask.
>She just blinks slowly, holding her lustful stare.
>She had practice with this.
 
>Celestia keeps her face straight.
>Hope all of that practice at the mirror and on the guards be worth it.
 
>You can barely hold your poker face, as Celestia never takes her gaze off you.
>”So, what were you saying about bananas again?”
>She prods you gently, before ushering out a bushel of bananas.
>”Tell me Anon.”
>You sweat more, as your face spells NOPE
>”Do you”
>She inches closer.
>”Like bananas?”
>She licks her lips.
>She then watches your expression, which can be seen as ‘scared shitless’
>Then she smiles warmly, and laughs heartily.
>”Oh Anon, you should see your face.”
>You calm down a bit.
>Must stay… Clam.
>Yes, draw upon the insensitive nature and under-developed mind of a sea-invertebrate and feel nothing.
>She then takes a banana, and slowly opens it.
>Is she?
>NOOOO
>Eye contact.
>She then slowly encases the fruit with her tongue, wrapping it with her luscious tongue.
>Wait whut.
>No.
>She finally bites in, still maintaining eye contact.
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>She smiles at your squirming, and she does this in different ways, with different bananas.
>She even ran her tongue down the side of the fruit.
>This is going to be a long day.
 
>As soon as the wooden vehicle lands with a thud, you run out like a madman.
>Of course, your desperate attempts to escape are in vain.
>Her magic simply hoists you back into place.
>As soon as she stops, you run like an autist.
>And the cycle goes on.
>Celestia walks gracefully to the castle, not forgetting to put you in place.
>Quite literally, at her side.
>She smiles warmly at you.
>What is she playing at?
>Guards look rather confused, glancing back and forth between you and Celestia.
>She just laughs it off, and the guards ignore you.
>”Anon, it’s just a dinner, no need to fret.”
>Her voice is soothing and calming.
>Maybe it was a joke?
>You tell yourself it’s a joke.
>But your left kidney says otherwise.
>And you kidney is always right.
>If it can process piss, it can do anything.
>You are led into a small room, which led to another small room.
>What were the architects smoking?
>Celestia finds another pair of her golden shoes ready in that room.
>She simply jumps into a new set, and continues her path.
>Servants quickly come over and take the dirtied ones away.
>How would you call that-
>A white blur moves on to you, pushing you.
>You soon find yourself pinned to the wall.
>The necklace is crushing your breastbone.
>As you gasp for air, you feel a puff of warm breath on your face.
>Celestia slowly curls her neck over your cheek and whispers to your ear.
>”Just a dinner…”
>Then she starts nibbling at your ear.
>You just can’t help shivering.
>You want to scream, but you’re too scared to move.
>Your mouth is frozen in place.
>Why me god, why me.
>Of all those humans out there…
>Celestia pulls away quickly, and regains her composure.
>You make eye contact by accident.
>She winks at you, and licks her lips.
>Then she walks on as if nothing happened.
>It takes you about ten minutes to get your mind back running.
>Your first instinct is to run like hell.
>You try to door you came in through, but it’s locked.
>”A-non~”
>Ohjesuslordchristmothermarysue.
>You turn slowly, and see the solar princess waiting for you.
>”You’re going to be late.”
>Before you can even answer, you are magic’ed out.
>Figures.
>She’s controlling you legs, and you slowly move forward.
>For a quadruped, she sure knows how you work.
>You inch closer and closer.
>Then Celestia turns around.
>Then you see it.
>And you are slowly coming to it.
>Hehe, coming.
>Not the time, man.
>Her tail lifts slightly, anticipating your approach.
>”Just stick right behind me, you won’t get lost.” Celestia whispers, in a seductive tone.
>”Sister!”
 
>GODSEND
 
>Luna flies into view, landing in front of Celestia.
>”Good to see you again, Luna!” Celestia leans in for a pony-hug.
>To see her neck turn that way again…
>You shudder.
>Luna then spots you.
>”I-is-is that Anonymous?”
>You smile and wave.
>Wait no; you must make your escape.
>You run back into the small room, frantically searching for an escape route.
>Servants’ door? Locked.
>You glance to the window.
>Maybe if you’d just punched it right…
>Luna pokes away from her sister’s conversation to look at you, and returns to her sister.
>”Him? Your special somepony?”
>Luna pokes out to the human again.
>Is he kicking the window?
>Why would he go for a magically enchanted ‘unbreakable’ window?
>Luna frowns, and stares at her sister.
>”Well, it is your choice…”
>You tire after the first few kicks.
>Okay, these ponies were good.
>Maybe Luna could save you?
>Good plan, it looks like a completely flawless plan, Anon.
>I know, right?
>You rush to Celestia’s side, and stare intently to Luna.
“Luna.” You whisper, cupping your hand so that Celestia couldn’t hear.
>She turns to you, and raises her ear.
“Help. Me.”
>She looks confused.
“HELP.”
>You take a breath.
“MEEEEE.”
>”Sister, why is Anon asking for help?”
>GODDOMMOT WOONA
>Celestia flicks her head to you.
>”Help? He doesn’t need help at all…” She grins.
>It feels like your left nut just shrunk.
>Luna thinks for a while, examining you.
>No, you dumb bitch, help me GET THE FUCK OUT
>”Oh, yeah, he needs help alright.”
>There we go.
>”I mean, look at his clothes!”
>Now, if we could just get a pho-
>What.
>Celestia backs away, and looks you over.
>”Excellent point sister, Anon here do need help with his clothes.”
>Luna, you fucking-
>”He needs to get out of it…” Celestia pokes her tongue out a little.
>Luna is still thinking.
>”Yeah, he needs to, maybe a tie?”
>The obliviousness is almost painful.
>Of all that time you could be innocent, you just had to pick now.
>Dammit, Luna.
>”Come Anonymous, I’ll find you new attire.”
>Luna motions you over, and turns to her sister.
>”Sister, maybe you could oversee the dinner?”
>”Of course! It needs to be –perfect-“
>Luna nods, and smiles.
>”Don’t worry! Anonymous here would be dashing!”
>Luna pats your chest.
>Celestia parts from the group, and goes over wherever she’ll go.
>You walk with Luna.
>As soon Celestia goes out of view, you turn to Luna.
“LUNA.”
>”What is it?”
“You have to help me.”
>”I am! We’re getting you-“
“Nononono, not that- it’s Celestia.”
>Luna furrows her brow.
“Celestia. Is. Trying. To. Rape. Me.”
>You make sure you put emphasis on each word.
>Luna pauses, and thinks.
>Come on, get those gears moving.
>Then Luna starts laughing.
>She laughs for a while, and wipes a tear.
>”Oh, Anonymous, your humor is palpable.”
>You give you best look of disapproval.
“I’m not kidding.”
>”Please, Celestia is the wisest, kindest, most loving pony of all Equestria.”
“Is that why she sent you to the moon?”
>Luna twitches.
>Looks like you hit a nerve.
>Luna immediately jumps on you, her wings flared.
>You can practically taste the anger coming from her expression.
>”YOU DO NOT SPEAK OF THAT!”
>Yep, a nerve.
>A big, big, sensitive nerve.
>You know that nerve of on your knee?
>The one where it kicks up if you hit it?
>That nerve.
>Right to your face.
>She is fuming, and her breathing is much harder.
“I-I’m sorry.”
>Luna slows her breathing, and you can see tears dropping from the corners if her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“
>”It’s alright.”
>She then breaks down, and cries into your chest.
>Great.
>More pony hugging.
>You give her an awkward pat, trying not to be impaled by the horn.
>Damn these horny horses.
>You just hope they don’t get in the heat.
 
>That was a joke.
 
>After a few more minutes of awkward hugging, Luna finally let go.
>”Come fair Anonymous,”
>She sniffles.
>”Let us go find some fitting attire.”
“Hey, as long as I’m not getting ass chaps, I’m okay with it.”
>She doesn’t get the joke.
>”What is an ‘ass chaps’?”
“Nothing.”
>Soon enough, you reach the royal tailors.
>You didn’t even know ponies had tailors.
>You’d imagine it to be similar to fetish players back home.
>Sure, they are a godsend to those specific people, but not to all.
>A niche, you’d say.
>Why are you even thinking about this.
>You are led into a small room, surrounded with mirrors.
>A solitary mare is looking awfully bored in there.
>”He requires new attire.” Luna blurts out, and pushes you into the room.
>Before you can react, the door closes, and you are hoisted up to the air-
>Why must the ponies think you are some sort of ragdoll?
>But you bet you’d make an awesome action figure.
>Fabrics of all kind surround you, as the mare carefully glances between each of them.
>”How would you like some red with that look? Or some blue?”
“Look, I just need to-“
>”I know! Purple!”
>After a few agonizing minutes of rag-tag dressing, the mare finally settles with your call.
>A plain white shirt.
>With a white suit jacket.
>With frills.
>With a tie.
“Is this all necessary?”
>The mare pauses for a while.
>”Of course! It’s all about the style!”
>You grunt and take off the jacket.
>You roll up the sleeves.
>There, less looking like an idiot now.
>You figure this is the best you can look so you decide to roll with it.
>Look at little Anon, all dressed up for his rape.
>You don’t even know yourself now.
>Luna is already waiting for you right outside of the dining hall.
>Yes, you asked for directions.
>Luna stops you, and ‘stands’ up, balancing her forelegs on your chest.
>”Wait, you can’t go in like that!”
>She makes amends to your hair, brushing it sideways with her hoof.
>She then uses her magic to move your ruffled hair more, scrunching her face as she did so.
>It was kinda cute.
>She motions you to lower yourself, which you blindly obey.
>She then pokes her tongue out in dedication, as she works on your hair.
>A hairclip and more struggling later, she backs off, looking satisfied.
>”There!”
>You shake your head, turning it back to its place.
>Luna sighs, and then grits her teeth.
>She uses her magic to force you back in place, meddling about with your hair again.
>You will not stand for this.
>Because you are not standing, technically.
>You jerk your knee forward, hoping for a reprieve.
>Your foot connects with one of Luna’s hind legs, and causes her to topple.
>She lands on top of you, losing her focus.
>As a result, you fall as well.
>”Aren’t you kiddies having fun?”
>You look up to see Celestia, who is in her own dress.
>And here you thought ponies didn’t wear clothes.
>She smiles at her little sister, as she hoists the two of you up.
>Celestia had her long mane tied to a pony tail, her pony tail to a pony tail too!
>God, this was confusing.
>She was cu-
>BAD THOUGHTS, ANON
>Celestia notices you noticing her, and she moves in closer, for a better view.
>”Like what you see?”
>She winks.
>Haha, nope.
>You rush into the dining hall, avoiding her gaze altogether.
>You spot the gold-embroidered cushion on one side.
>From the picture of the sun on it, you are guessing it is Celestia’s.
>And you’re right, Celestia goes right to it.
>She makes eye contact, and pats the space right by her.
>You smile, and shoot finger pistols at you.
>She does the same, raising her hooves.
>You then TROLOLOLOL to the far side of the table, taking a seat there.
>You sit awkwardly on the provided cushion- but damn, this was soft.
>And lo you get spaghetti.
>Somehow, you’re not surprised.
>You poke it with the provided fork.
>Gods, they had no meat in here.
>And they expected you to eat this shit.
>You jab it in eventually, and slowly lift it up.
>You feel a brush on your knees.
>You look down to catch a glimpse of that pastel-rainbow mane.
>It simply dissipates through your clothes, and brushes against your knees.
>You immediately tense up.
>How did she know you were ticklish down there?
 
>”Dear Princess Celestia, today I learned to not to prod around my friends- especially Anonymous. Who knew he had such ticklish knees?”
>Celestia sighs, and signs the letter.
>What on Equestria would she do with that?
 
>She could do anything with that!
>Celestia giggles to herself, seeing how you shuddered every time she ‘touched’ you.
>Oh, she was going to have fun tonight.
 
>You are not having fun tonight.
>Every time you tried to take a bite, she kept on brushing her tail on you.
>You find yourself scrunching your face in annoyance, trying to eat.
>You were starving after that shouting session.
>You lift the fork once more time, holding it close to your mouth.
>Celestia smirks, and goes in for the kill.
>You quickly kick back, pushing the cushion backwards.
>The tail misses.
“Ha!”
>You point and shout in victory.
>Before you can put in more words, you are met with pony butt to your face.
>You just sit there, one hand up, face buried in marehood.
>Considering your odds, you’d consider yourself lucky-
>Just not with magical horses.
>”OH MY, Anon, I never thought you’d be so ‘open’ about this.”
>Celestia lets out a throaty chuckle.
>You try to dig out, but damn, she ate a lot of cake.
>You finally get some footing with your hands, and push her off.
>And at that moment, the musicians come in.
>You hear a loud ‘poof’, and find yourself all clean.
>Your face doesn’t even smell like horse piss.
>Your cushion is back in place- as if you were enjoying the dinner normally.
>Celestia is back on the other side, maintaining her regal posture.
>She takes small bites and chews silently, as you watch in surprise.
>What the hell just happened?
>”Oh, Anonymous dear- are you not hungry?”
>You can’t find words to retort that.
>You twitch once, and grab your fork.
>And there it is, all clean and unused.
>What is Celestia playing at?
>You maintain eye contact with her, as you take some of the pasta.
>She watches you intently, doing nothing but to smile warmly.
>You can’t argue with her change in mood.
>You take a bite, and start chewing.
>Screw the lack of meat, this is good!
>You take another bite.
>Maybe it is because you were starved for the day.
>Nonetheless, you were starting to enjoy the meal.
>After your fifth bite, you notice sprinkling dust falling out of the spaghetti.
>Your eyes go wide and you dig through it, finding those dust everywhere.
>You know what that is.
>Angel Du-
 
>Anonymous fell face first to the meal, knocked out.
>Celestia smiles, and puts her hooves together.
>All according to plan.
>And what do you know…
>This one is actually paying off.
>She walked over to the human.
>”Anonymous, so tired already?” She coos.
>She lifts your unconscious body up, wiping the sauce from your face and body.
>She then hoists you on her body, and start to trot away.
>”So be it, Anonymous…”
>She lets out her laugh again, as she exited to dining hall.
 
>You feel weightless.
>Not like some lame movie one-liner- actually weightless.
>Wait, no- you can feel the put on your back.
>It’s getting stronger and-
“AAARGH”
>You shout, as you wake.
>You land backwards on the soft ground, fazed.
>You were falling.
>You look around, noticing the large, circular bed.
>Wait a minute brain, are you trying to cheat me again.
>You run your finger through the sheets.
>Yep, that’s real.
>Definitely not like yours, though.
>You sit up, and look around some more.
>You can see the bookracks and a desk on the far side of the room-
>To the other side, you can see the double doors to the balcony.
>You can see a certain design on the walls and the carpet-
>It looks like…
 
>SUN
 
>You yelp, and back away.
>You’ve seen enough of that picture to last you a lifetime.
>Look at you, mentally scarred already.
>You’ll never get rid of that taste ever again.
>You continue backing up, until you hit something soft.
>Two white wings wrap you, and you suddenly feel claustrophobic.
>”Well, hello there, Anonymous…”
>Celestia whispers to your ear.
>She then starts nibbling again, getting more shudders from you.
>You shoot up and start backing away- the other way.
“Nonononono, can’t we talk about this?”
>Celestia smiles, as she leans onto you.
>”I don’t think we need talking, Anon.”
>Her forelegs are over your shoulders, with her body laid all over yours.
>She then leans in for a kiss.
>Of course, you’re just left there stunned.
>She goes in again, but this time her tongue invading your mouth.
>You jump, and try to fight back.
>And you just did the opposite.
>You started using your tongue as well.
>Celestia gasps slightly at your new found ‘enthusiasm’.
>You try to reason with her, but only thing you could have done is to let out some muffled words and lots of rubbing.
>Apparently, she found that hot.
>Goddamn Molestia.
>She tries to go in deeper, and you panic.
>You bite down.
>You then taste iron.
>Celestia pulls back, and examines her wounded tongue.
>She quickly heals it, and begins to give you those bedroom eyes.
>”Oh~ Anonymous~”
>Goddammit.
“Celestia, princess, I don’t thi-“
>She ignores you, and goes in for round two.
>Your eyes go wide, and you can only tap her neck wildly.
>You can hear her laugh.
>And then, your boys come to attention.
>Yes, that was a euphemism.
>DAMMIT STOP IT BONER
>No.
>YOU’LL UNDO US ALL
>Celestia notices the bulge on your pants, and gets more excited.
>Hey, this isn’t half ba-
>BAD THOUGHTS, ANON
>Celestia lets go again, and pulls her head back.
>”Anon, you’re such a naughty boy.”
>Haha, NOPE
>You quickly slip out of her grasp, and book it.
>You kick the door-
>And of course, it’s locked.
>You frantically search for an exit.
>Celestia is just smiling at you, slowly rising to her hooves.
>”Anon, please be a dear and massage me.”
>You smile and shoot finger pistols at her, before booking it again.
>You kick the balcony door open, and run out.
>Anywhere but here.
>You look down, only to realize you are pretty high up.
>That must be at least a ten story fall.
>And you are not going to kill yourself over it.
>”Anon~ I found the lotion~”
>Yes you are.
>You perch yourself, and put your arms out.
>Leap of fai-
>You trip.
>You lose your form, and start to scream like a little bitch.
>Lucky for you, you land on the roof tiles.
>Your left side is crying out to you, but you pay no mind.
>Better than having a banana up your ass.
>Wait, what?
>You run again, only to trip on the polished tiles.
>You fall again.
>You curl up into a ball.
>Welp, it was a good ride, Anon.
>You say your prayers.
>You hit the ground, but-
>Why aren’t you in million pieces?
>You open your eyes to see the glass cracking under your weight.
>That was a low fall.
>How did you miss that?
>The cracks grow wider.
“Well, shi-“
>The glass gives out, and you fall again.
>Your fall is cut short again by the soft ground.
>Even your face is on something soft.
>GOD SEND!
>Looks like the universe is cool with you killing yourself.
>You feel around, getting the same sensation of Celestia’s bed.
>Oh cool- another bed.
>You then touch something slightly harder, and it suddenly retracts, with a yelp.
>Oh boy.
>It’s one of Celestia’s traps, isn’t it?
>At least this pillow is warm.
>… Wait, why is this so warm?
>This is no pillow.
>You look up slowly, to face Luna blushing up a storm.
>You look down to her stretched legs.
>This must be some sort of an 80’s porn groove.
“What. The. Fuck.”
 
>Celestia licks her lips from the balcony, watching your descent.
>Oh, this was going to be fun.
 
>The two of you shoot up, and drag yourselves to each end of the bed.
“Princess! I didn’t mean-“
>”OUT.”
>Luna shrinks into her corner, pulling the blanket over her.
>She’s still pointing at her chamber door, her face coat in whole new color.
>You quickly oblige, and make yourself scarce.
>As you rush to the door, you feel a pull on your back.
>And before you know it, you are pulled upwards.
>You leave Luna’s room the same way you entered it, through the glass.
>You scream as the air rushes around you, and you are thrown back into Celestia’s room.
>You land on her bed- and at that moment, she leaps on you.
>”Gotcha!”
>She giggles.
>”You don’t think jumping out of the window would get you out of this, did you?”
>You gulp.
>Well, there goes plan B.
“Celestia, please stop.”
>You raise a hand to stop her.
“Can’t you just let me go?”
>Okay, that was not your best line.
>And it was a cheap-shot, you have to admit.
>You mentally slap yourself for being such an idiot.
>To be fair, that’s what got you in this mess in the first place.
>Wait.
>Celestia back up a little, and places a hoof under her chin.
>She’s… Considering it?
>”Fine, on one condition.”
>Your left nut just twitched, so this must be a bad thing.
>She whispers to your ear.
>”You give me a good night.”
>You cringe at the thought.
>”Either that, or I’ll keep you forever.”
>You think for a moment.
>Surely this one moment wouldn’t be that bad…
>NO WHAT ARE YOU THINKING CRACKA
>This is a magical horse.
>A goddamn, talking horse.
>”So, what would it be, Anon?”
>You bite your lip.
>”You go down on me, or would you just go down?”
“F-fine.”
>You see a glint in her eyes, as she slowly licks her lips.
>”Excellent…”
>She turns over, leaving her on the bottom.
>”Make sure you use your hands…”
>You shiver.
>You slowly run your hands over her soft coat, moving them along her ribs and to her wings.
>”Higher…” She whispers.
>You go under the closed wing, feeling the brush of the feathers.
>You finally reach the joint where the wing is connected to the body, and begin to massage it.
>Yes, you had no fucking clue what you were doing.
>Celestia seemed to like it, seeing how her wings flared out.
>Well, you were in for a long night.
>You try tickling her as you progress through the wings.
>She yelped and kicked you in the face.
>… Not doing that again.
>A hoof stops your path once you reach the tip of the wing, and realign your hands to her flank.
>Before you can ask what’s going on, two hooves slowly push to down.
>You knew where this was going.
>”I hope you can spell, Anonymous…”
>Your face slowly skids down, and to be frank, the coat felt nice on your face.
>And then the feeling went away.
>Your chin felt something else, and soon your mouth was over it.
>You close your eyes, not wanting to see what is to unfold.
>”Now, Anonymous… Spell ‘A’.”
>What on earth was she-
>Oh. OH.
>Fuck.
>You slowly poke your tongue through, getting the odd taste.
>OH GOD IT TASTES WORSE THAN THE SMELL
>You slowly move it into position, and begin to draw out the letter.
>Celestia seems pleased, given from her noises.
>You try to drown the noise out.
>You begin to spell your name, seeing how it started with ‘A’.
>When you reach ‘Y’, the nightmare began.
>Her opened legs suddenly clamp down, trapping you in the genital lock.
>You scream in your head, still afraid to stop.
>Celestia is literally having a fit now.
>Her forelegs are over your head, trying to stop you- or keep you there.
>You’ve never been a religious man, but here you are, praying for your life.
>The grip tightens, forcing you deeper.
>You can barely breathe, catching whiffs of air.
>Now you’re spelling ‘Celestia’.
>You can feel her getting warmer by the second.
>Her screams are getting louder now.
>She suddenly quiets down, and your entire face feels warm.
>A strange smell invades your nose.
>Her thighs loosen, and you pull back, trying to breathe again.
>The air feels cooler on your face, and you touch your nose in reflex.
>You feel… Liquid?
>Ohjesustittyfuckingchrist.
>”Oh, that was real nice, Anonymous.”
>Emphasis on ‘real’.
>Celestia covered you in her magic, and slowly lifted you over her.
“I thought we had a deal!”
>”We did. I’m not pleased yet.”
“Like that screaming?”
>”That’s because you’re so cute.”
>She kisses you in the cheek once, before dropping you onto her body.
>You try to move to a better position, ironically massaging her better than you did before.
>She moaned, and looked over you.
>And in a blink of an eye, Celestia rips away all of you clothes.
>You look down to see a whyboner.
>You look to Celestia in horror, who has this smug look on her face.
>”I knew you’d enjoy it.”
>Before you can conjure up an insult, she quickly turns over, trapping you with her body.
>”Now, time for me to return the favor.”
>She grins, before slowly lowering herself.
>What could she-
>You feel a pressure on your tip, and soon, it was engulfed into the warm body.
>You can’t help shivering at the sensation.
“Celestia, n- EUARGH”
>She takes you in all the way, shutting you up for good.
>”Do you like that, Anon?”
>She starts to move sideways, tickling your sensitive spot.
>Your jims. Your poor jims.
>You are paralyzed; the feeling underneath with her coat rubbing against your skin is-
>Amazing.
>Celestia notices your expression, and her grin gets bigger.
>”So you ARE enjoying this.”
“No I’m-“
>She pumps once, and you squeak.
>She giggles, before her playful smile comes along.
>She does it again, and again.
>You try to resist it, but your penis is winning out.
>”You were saying?”
>Celestia comes in for a kiss, and once again invades your mouth.
>You find yourself being more willing this time, trailing along her long tongue.
>You discover all kinds of tastes, as your taste buds frolic upon hers.
>Celestia certainly approves this new approach, given by her grunts and moans.
>You slowly move your hands from her legs, to her flank.
>You grasp onto it, and pull it towards you.
>Celestia yelps once, but resumes her kiss.
>You thrust again, much harder this time.
>And before you know it, you are in a rhythmical move.
>It slowly picks up, and you thrust deeper and deeper.
>Your bishop moves across the board and takes the black queen.
>The ship docks in the port in high waves.
>The train was entering the tunnel.
>Yes, the writer was running out of euphemisms.
>You feel it slowly building up, until you can’t hold back any more.
>Celestia is bobbing madly, getting her natural lubricant all over you.
>This was absolute hell.
>And you were enjoying it.
>And in one final thrust, you let it all out- stopping your movements almost instantly.
>Celestia’s wings flare out, and she lets out one final gasp.
>Celestia stops as well, before resting her tired head on you.
>She still has that smug look on her face, now lined with sweat.
>You too, gasp for air, tired from that ruckus.
“C-can I go?”
>Celestia does not respond, only lying on top of you.
>With her body on you, you were doomed to stay for the night.
>Your eyelids grow heavy soon enough, and you fall asleep.
 
>You wake to the light chirping of the birds, and the warm sunlight in the room.
>You drag yourself up, your attire all across the room after last night.
>You sigh and go over to pick up your clothes, lazily putting them on.
>You look around the room, finding to trace of Celestia.
>Good.
>You immediately rush over to the chamber door, trying it.
>It won’t budge.
>She locked you in.
>That white horse devil.
>You contemplate on kicking the door open, if not to a certain odor reaching your nose.
>You turn to see a prepared breakfast.
>It smells delicious.
>You spot two loaves of bread, some jam, an omelet, and a glass of milk.
>Your stomach growls, and your desire to escape becomes secondary.
>You shallow the spit gathered in your mouth, and you sit on the prepared chair.
>Picking up a fork, you dig in immediately.
>The taste.
>It is.
>HEAVENLY
>You dig in to the omelet, taking bites of the toast as well.
>OH GOD YOU CAN’T STOP
>You also remember to wash down the food with the milk.
>It feels a bit base, but it is enjoyable nonetheless.
>You feel so… happy.
>Amazing how humans are so easily impressed.
>You quickly finish the breakfast, and lean on the back of the chair, satisfied.
>You sip the milk, enjoying view for the first time.
>You feel a smile creeping up your face, as you enjoy the cool mountain air.
>Celestia may be a deprived rapist, but she knows her locations.
>Speak of the devil, you hear something land behind you.
>You know who it is.
>”Boo!” Celestia nudges you slightly.
>You turn around, to face the giddy sun goddess.
“Good morning, Celestia.”
>”Aren’t you happy, Anonymous?”
“After that breakfast, nothing can kill my mood.”
>You smile, and lean on a wall.
>You also take another sip the milk, and point at Celestia with your cup.
>Celestia has this shit-eating grin on her face.
“What?”
>”Oh nothing.” Celestia moves closer, until she’s just an inch away from you.
>Oh, that is not going to work.
>You had enough of that closure last night.
>You take another sip, the warm milk touching your lips.
>”It’s my breast milk.” Celestia whispers.
>You reactively do a spit-take, and drop the glass.
>Celestia is laughing her ass off, as you choke on the floor.
>”I’m kidding, Anonymous.” She winks at you.
>Celestia coos, before patting your back.
>You cough once more, and convince yourself she was kidding.
>As soon as you regain your composure, Celestia plops down on her bed.
>”Time for another round, Anonymous.”
“No.”
>”Yes, remember the deal?”
“The hell I do. You said I’m free to go when you’re satisfied.”
>”Do I look satisfied?”
>Celestia points at herself, as you slap yourself mentally for falling to a such trick.
>”Tell you what. You do good this time, I might consider it.”
“I don’t have a choice in this, don’t I?”
>”No, no you don’t.”
>You sigh, and sit next to Celestia.
>”That’s the spirit! Better if you learn to enjoy it, Anonymous.”
>Hopefully, Twilight will come to your aid soon.
 
>Twilight woke up on the bright shiny morning.
>She happily hopped to the kitchen, as she looked over the latest shipment of books.
>Celestia sent her fifteen new tomes!
>She then paused for a second, wondering if something might be off.
>She glanced over to the empty seat where Anonymous sat and worked every day, and then to her books.
>Nope, nothing wrong.
>TO THE BOOKS!
 
>Celestia holds out her horn, pointing it at you.
“… What?”
>You awkwardly hold her horn with your hand.
>”No!” Celestia yells.
>You let go immediately.
>”Use your tongue…”
>As once a great man once said; Jesuschristonawaferthincracker.
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkqBQ2CQkhI&feature=player_detailpage#t=33s
>You cringe as your tongue touches the tip of her horn, and you slide it to your side.
>No way you’re taking that in your mouth, you could impale yourself.
>You feel the grooves on the bony structure, quickly trailing down to the base of the horn.
>Judging by the moans from Celestia’s side, you’re doing a good job.
>”F-faster!” She yells.
>You resist the urge to bite down in fear; you just might awaken some hidden fetish or something.
>You comply with her command, picking up speed.
>Your tongue wraps around the horn.
>Funny, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say you knew how this worked.
>You shallow your pride, and continue to give Celestia something that equates to female blowjob.
>Wanting to even the odds of awkwardness, you lock eyes with Celestia.
>She stares back silently, watching you as you continued your ‘journey’.
>Oh god what.
>Celestia whines in pleasure once, before making eye contact again.
>She silently mouths out two words.
>”… Sex package…”
>And with that, she is on her edge.
>Her moans grow fast, as your bobbing speeds up as well.
>You see a glow on the tip of her horn, her magical aura slowly covering her horn.
>You take that as a cue and back away, but Celestia quickly pushes you back to her horn with a hoof.
>”I-I’m so c-close…”
>You push down the fear and continue your licking.
>A hand goes up and holds the horn, following your mouth’s movements.
>Celestia’s moaning louder now, only to stop to let out ragged breaths.
>Finally, the collected magic disperses, rays of light shooting out of her horn.
>You think she came.
>Celestia is still in her euphoric state, still gasping.
>She suddenly pulls you down for a deep kiss.
>You could only let out a muffled groan to protest, and like always, it is in vein.
>When she pulls away and you vision clears once more, you notice her room glowing white.
“Errr, what is that, Celestia?” You point at the star-bright ceiling.
>She blushes for once, and looks away.
>”It’s… Every heard of magical discharge, Anon?”
>You shrug.
“Look, if I wanted to know about-“
>”Think of it as cum.”
>That shut you up.
“What would’ve happened if I got hit with it?”
>Celestia giggles, tapping your shoulder.
>”Let’s not get there…”
 
>It was a clear field.
>The smell of dirt and assorted flowers fill your nostrils.
>It was almost intoxicating.
>But here you were, rolling within it.
>Tall grass poke around you, and some prick on your back.
>It would’ve hurt, if you weren’t wearing any clothes.
>And then suddenly, your shirt is gone.
>Your eyes widen is surprise, and you look up.
>You see your belt come to life and pull away.
>Your pants are pulled down to your ankle.
>Your boxers are almost disintegrated.
>It will be missed.
>You turn and twist on your position, but for some benign reason, you are stuck fast.
>You know how this will end- all too well.
>A thick, wet feeling goes up from your groins, up to your stomach and chest.
>You audibly cringe and turn away from its path, getting the wet touch on your cheek.
>You can hear the familiar giggle ringing above you.
“Celestia…”
>You push the weight off you, and the world goes poof.
>You rise from your bed, mind still jumbled up.
>A white hoof pokes out from the side of the bed, trying to lift its owner up.
>And in a split second, Celestia is on you now.
>”It’s whippin’ time!” Celestia lifts all kinds of sex toys.
“No, Celestia no!”
>You retreat to the corner of the bed and curl into a fetal position.
>Protecting your face with your forearms, you hear the she devil slither to you.
>”You cannot run from the inevitable, Anon…”
>You want to run.
>But running will only delay the inevitable, like she said.
 
Put on hold, ass we speak. That last ending was shitty as it was terrible.