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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_Princess.27s_Monster:_Part_6">A Princess's Monster: Part 6</span><a href="./A_Princess's_Monster:#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A Princess's Monster: Part 6" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />~A Princess' Monster~<br /><span class="br0">&#91;</span>Part VI<span class="br0">&#93;</span><br />|Proof of Purchase|<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you think you'll ever find your purpose in life with this 'profession'?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Who knows. I may and I may not, but the fact remains that I still enjoy what I do. And that may be enough to sate my longing for purpose.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And if it doesn't?&quot;</span><br />&quot;..Then I'll lose myself, become hallow and empty. I'll keep killing, but I doubt the joy would remain. It would become systematic, autonomous, without any sort of fulfillment. I suppose that is when I'll truly become just a tool for you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your back side sits buried in a oversized lounge chair in your room. Your crooked fingers curl over the arms and you slouch to the right, giving you the shape of a sagging old man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Across from you sits Princess Celestia, who elegantly sips at her fifth cup of tea. Twilight sits adjacent to her, her own mirror-like eyes downcast and avoiding the both of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The three of you enjoy the peaceful silence around you. Silence takes the form of a nice cool breeze that wafts in from the open window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you not content with what you are to me?&quot; Celestia asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her question is quite surprising. You never expected her to start questioning how you yourself feel. It seems completely out of her nature to worry about the state of mind of another, especially if she only saw the individual as a mindless tool.</span><br />&quot;Frankly, no.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's eyelids descend halfway down her eyes, her gaze becoming inquisitive and curious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Explain.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You immediately start to gather your thoughts.</span><br />&quot;You see me as just a tool. Not as a man, not as something that is sentient and draws breath. To you I am inanimate. No different from a sword, hammer, or harvester. The worst part is, I am beginning to see the allure of that. As time goes on I find myself wanting to give myself to you completely, not as a man but as device.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And what would be wrong with that? You would be taken care of. We could avoid all your trouble making and get things done much quicker.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What happens to me after I have fulfilled my purpose to you?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sink lower into your chair, your face a mix daring accusation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess's face remains unchanging. Still peaceful and somewhat aloof to your struggle. She takes another sip of tea from her china cup and sits it back down on its saucer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What happens is up to you. It's not for me to decide what a human is to do with himself after I am finished with him.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then you will allow me to do as I please? I will continue to plague your people, and I won't stop. It may be so that over time I won't be satisfied with petty murders and assassinations. I could take to bombing schools, terrorizing the elderly. ...Talking at the theatre.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That last one earns a squinted gaze from Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If it comes to that, my monster, then I will personally put you down. It would be the least I could do; free you from your frothing madness before it consumes you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't stand the idea of being killed off as if it were as easy as squashing an ant. You liked to believe you held some power, some method to defend against the all powerful sun deity. But truth is, you don't. In the end you are powerless in her eyes. You'd probably put up a good struggle at best.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course...&quot; she continues &quot;...You could give yourself to me. Cease your pointless resisting and gift me your mind as well as your body. I'd put it to great use.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without you noticing, Celestia has left her chair and is now behind you, resting her head on your shoulder. You begin to feel it again, the immense warmth swirling in your chest. As well as the fear and the joy marching through you like a legion of conquerors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Celestia speaks, her words meld with you. Worming into your heart, feeding the poisonous sunflower that sprang from your ethos. It's like a warmth that never fades. A warmth that only goes dormant when the princess is away; but when she comes back it springs to life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is your connection to her. You've been reduced to a parasite who wants to constantly be near her to absorb the heat.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's awfully close, mere inches away. Her presence is feverish and it forces you to shut your eyes.</span><br />&quot;Do you remember what I showed you the other day? How wonderful the reward is for those who choose to submit to me? It can be yours, everyday, for the rest of your life. And I would be happy to make it so, my monster.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shiver as Celestia coos in your ear. You're only moments away from giving in. You want so badly to feel that bliss again, pure unbridled fulfillment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia brings her voice down to an insane whisper, one that pushes your mind to the brink of shattering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I could be yours. Yours alone. Everyday- every night- should you wish it so. I would say that I would love you, but someone like you is above such trivial urges. No, what you want is far deeper than that, yes?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You struggle to nod, gripping your arms and biting your tongue to stay silent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You want me. And you wish for me to want you. But you see Monster, you already have half of that. I already want you. All of you, everything you are, I want it for myself. Would you like the same from me, hmm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia tilts her head and brushes it against your cheek, nudging you. You exhale a shaky breath and our legs begin to tremble. The emotions swelling inside you were ones that have been dormant for more than a hundred years. Your heart was shouting at you to give in, to hand over yourself to her. After all, what's wrong with servicing a god? What's wrong with giving your loyalty to someone much bigger than you. Someone who's power outmatches your own a hundred fold. You HAVE to submit, there is no other way!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But still you fight. Giving yourself to her would spell the end for your entire being. You would become someone else entirely. Little more than a doll for her, a play thing. No, you can't have that and she can't have you! At any cost, defend yourself from her!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I need you. I need you like I've never needed anyone before. In this brief moment of my life, you are most important.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear a slight sniffle from across the room and it is enough to bring you out of whatever spell she has over you. You weakly open your eyes to see Twilight still staring at the ground. But every now and then she wipes at her eyes, shaking and lightly bouncing with each sniffle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's crying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course she is. She just found out that she has no chance. No hope of standing next to Celestia, so long as you lived. The princess says so herself, you are what is most important to her. Not Twilight, not her sister, and perhaps not even Equestria could match up to you. But why?</span><br />&quot;Why am I so important to you? In the end I am just a killer. You know as well as I that one day I will attempt to kill you as well.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia gives a confident chuckle as she wraps her forelegs around you from behind. She continues to rub her head against you, her breath slightly quivering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You are what I need. A killer with no remorse, a creature with no ethical code. A monster. The only monster of your kind here in Equestria. Not even a dragon or draconequus has the potential you do. If your ambition and will to fill the hole within you were to be refined, I could use you far beyond your current state. Monster....tyrannical empires, unjust peoples, the sinful, even those beyond the stars will fall to you. A human man is far more dangerous than anything I or anyone else may have up their sleeves. If I can tame you, hone you completely, there will be nothing stopping you and I. Nothing to stop me from liberating the universe, unifying it under one being. And you will likely gain what you are so desperately searching for. Your purpose.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's hoof kneads your crotch and you're forced to shut your eyes again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As I said. You will not go unrewarded. I will give you everything I can.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel Celestia's surprisingly sharp teeth bite down on your neck and you roll your head back in a foolish attempt to resist.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You manage to clear your head and think somewhat clearly. As clearly as you can anyway. You aren't so blind as to give in to just a few pretty words and alluring promises. There was the chance that Celestia was not a mare of her word.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she fulfilled every part of her deal thus far, correct?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But can you still trust her? She may not have betrayed you yet, but how long until she finally does? How do you know her word is absolute gold?</span><br />&quot;Prove it to me. If I am your ultimate weapon, prove to me that you'll never cast me aside. Prove to me that I am the one you absolutely need!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes open and they stare directly into hers. As you gaze into her you realize that your maddening stare was not even half of hers. One look could drive you insane, but it always feels like she's holding back her full stare and sparing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Proof...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The word leaves Celestia as if it were spoken for the very first time. A concept almost completely alien to her. For a sliver of five seconds she looks lost. Which was something to behold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then her smile returns and she backs away from you, her hoof leaving between your legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the sway of her massive hips she strolls over to the still crying Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Proof.&quot; she says again, this time focusing on Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch her curiously as she observes the purple alicorn, who hasn't even noticed her. Then you see Celestia's smile spread even wider, cracking through her face like an earthquake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hoof finds Twilight's chin and she turns her head upwards to look the princess in the eyes. Twilight's own mirror-like gaze makes it so Celestia is staring at herself. At least that's what it would look like. But Celestia was staring past the mirror, through the mirage and into Twilight's own soul.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My dearest Twilight. My most precious and adored Twilight..&quot; she cooed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight shivers in her seat, tears still lingering around the corners of her eyes.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know you are very important to me, yes? You know that nothing will ever replace my most faithful student. My everything, my twinkling star.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight cautiously nods, her smile returning. You watch on in confusion and curiosity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Over the years I have known you as child, student, princess, friend....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia leans in very close to Twilight, their muzzles touching.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And lover.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight blushes and quivers severely, but she doesn't avert her gaze. She can't help but stare into the immense darkness that is her princess's eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia speaks again, her voice low and breathy. You notice her horn glowing, though you can't see what it is she's manipulating. But Twilight shifts in her seat constantly, nearly panting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I need you to do something for me. The most important act you can carry out for me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight nods frantically, giving an &quot;A-Anything for you, Princess!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's eyes now turns to you, mischievous and lustful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without your input, your hand slides into your coat and wraps around your dagger. Then you withdraw it, staring at it and amazed that you would retrieve it without reason. Then you look to Celestia and the reason becomes clear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia turns back towards Twilight who is now leaning forward, grasping at Celestia's chest and panting heavily. Her eyes half lidded and her tongue hanging lazily out of her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I need you to prove to the monster my commitment to him.&quot; Celestia says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anything!&quot; Twilight replies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, slowly making your way across the room to stop a foot away from the pair of alicorns. With the distance now closed, you could practically smell the excitement. Twilight looks so pitiful, a slave to her own pleasure. While Celestia towers over her, radiating her will and stimulating her pet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess moves closer to Twilight's ear and whispers &quot;You know what you must do.&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight slowly and shakily nods and turns over to you, presenting herself. You can see everything, the entirety of her exposed form.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The golden glow around her nether regions says it all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia moves behind Twilight's chair and holds the purple alicorn's forelegs down. There is no struggle from Ms. Sparkle. Only the rise and fall of her uneven chest and the light moans that escape her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look to Celestia who's smiling hungrily and wide eyed. Her tail raised high into the air, moving rapidly back and forth. She locks eyes with you again, edging you on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do it.&quot; she says with all her calm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is your proof, Monster. I will give to you my Twilight Sparkle. She is yours, use her as you see fit. Enjoy yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say nothing as you run your thumb along the length of your blade. Twilight waits for you impatiently, moments away from attempting to pull you into her.</span><br />&quot;Pitiful.&quot; you think to yourself.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight Sparkle is a monster most tragic. Completely and utterly given to her princess. No doubt she thinks that in doing this, she will finally be able to be with Celestia. As long as she served her master, there was salvation for her. Always will she remain within Celestia's heart. To her, no one could replace her place in Celestia's heart. Which was incorrect, and that made it all the more sadder. You suppose you saw a little of yourself in Ms. Sparkle. A result of a certain path that has been presented before you. Twilight is you, should you wholly and completely gift yourself to Celestia's will. You would no longer be a monster who serves himself. But a monster who serves another out of desperation, out of the gluttony and lust of purpose and meaning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia grits her teeth, revealing fangs as she continues to pin down Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do it!&quot; she repeats commandingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't have to think twice. Within seconds your blade is digging deep into Twilight's chest. There are no cries of pain or anguish. Instead there are only throws of pleasure and testimonies of joy as you plunge deeper into her. You were not yet hilted, you wanted to take it slow.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want to savor it. Savor the bliss that wracks through your body like how a machine gun rips through flesh. Twilight's sporadic movements and moans only amplify it. As well as Celestia's long drawn out laughs and giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push deeper into her until you feel her heart beat rapidly against the tip of your blade.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The floor, as well as your nice shoes and pants are soaked as you stand over her with both hands pushing the dagger deeper. Twilight looks at you, her mirror-like eyes a bright gold. She's smiling at you in between the throws of her head. You take your time watching her, this mare who was enjoying it all as much as you. She manages to overpower Celestia's hold and grabs at you, trying to pull you in until you hilt. She wants all of you, as deep as you can go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pierce her heart! Take her life and know that with it, you have my loyalty to you! Do it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia coaxes you closer, pulling your mind in. You lock eyes with a blissful Twilight, so happy to be of great use to her princess. And you were so happy to finally drive the dagger into her after so many lectures, orders, and preaches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her burning red blood makes contact with your hands and from then on you become lost in your own pleasure. You're no longer able to hold the beast with in you and it breaks from its chain. Without thought or input, without any sort of method, you give your all in one last push.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's wings stretch to full mast, as well as Celestia's. The purple alicorn's mouth in a great big permanent &quot;O&quot; shape. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she kicks her lower hooves and wraps her tail around one of your legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her moans are interrupted by ugly throaty sounds and coughs that spew blood from her lips. You shiver and shake, grinning crookedly. Your nimble fingers still grasp the hilt tightly, never ever wanting to let go.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually Twilight's grip on your arms begins to slacked and her pin-pricked eyes become empty of any light. Her breath stalls as her lungs continue to fill with blood. Within moments all sound from her ceases and she is motionless. You back away, now free from her grasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's apparent that you are hardly in better shape than she. Your own breath is ragged and shaky and your knees could buckle over at any second. Your mouth is almost a waterfall of salivation and your eyes burn from neglecting to blink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight Sparkle lay dead in her seat, covered in her own blood and vaginal discharge. Though she's only been dead for moments, you can already smell the decay coming off of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue to back away until you fall into your seat. Staring at Twilight, and the gigantic mare behind her. Staring for so long causes your vision to fail you. Colors begin to mix and meld together, creating some sort of modern art master piece. You can't be sure, but you're sure the humongous of alabaster moving towards you is Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She calls to you, a sound like distant funeral bells. You close your eyes, begging for rest. No one man was meant to experience so much pleasure in that short a time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've just killed a princess, a mare of great importance. A hero of Equestria! Oh the joy that fills you is too immense to measure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly you feel light, as if you weigh nothing and are being carried away by the air. Until you open your eyes to see you have been brought close into Celestia's breast. Her massive and powerful wings cascade over you, shielding you from anything that isn't her own personal radiance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is silent for a very long while. Possibly silent for a few years before she speaks again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have shown my commitment to you. I need you Anon, you are vital to me if I am to save Equestria from these rebellious children. And perhaps one day, I can save other worlds who suffer from the same chaotic malevolence that plagues mortal kind.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You and I can be an unstoppable team, but only if you give yourself to me willingly. It is true that I can just force you to do whatever I like, but you would be squandered that way. Your meaning of life trampled and snuffed out, I do not want that for you. I want the very best for my monster.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You listen to her words, tho only lightly. You're much too focused on yourself to give her any thought. But soon enough you're able to fully hear her and actually process what she's been saying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's promising you an entire life of wonder and grandeur. A fulfilled and meaningful life, one in which your legacy is insurmountable. She would make you a god, just to have her way. And she would do it out of kindness. Out of her sense of duty to the world and her subjects. She would slay the few to deliver the many into paradise. And it would all start with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia isn't a liar, she's far too kind, too sweet to lie. She is telling you the truth. She needs you, all you have to offer if she is to obtain what she ultimately seeks. It goes beyond just one kingdom, one continent or planet. Her ambition stretches its hand into the heavens to devour the stars themselves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The warmth in your chest reaches its peak and you can no longer fight it. The sunflower within you is beginning to bloom and you're starting to lose yourself within the maze of Princess Celestia's iron forged will.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't hold yourself back from happiness. Don't seclude yourself in darkness. I lay my heart before you, I give you promises of a complete life. Now, I am begging. Please, be my monster. Give yourself to me and there will be no more doubt, no more hate. We will be allies, friends, fighting for the same goal.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is so sweet. The sound of it always awakens something within you. Nostalgia maybe? Regardless, you're too out of it to give your princess a proper answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you think on it. It'd be great. Killing for her, slaying her enemies. And getting praised for it nonetheless.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But what did you have to lose? Your individuality, your sense of self. No longer would you belong to you alone, but utterly and completely to her. She's asking you to cross that threshold, to surrender yourself to her or face an existence of autonomous thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both situations are those in which you lose. If you refuse her offer, you will be killed or even worse, turned into a mindless robot. If you accept, you become her lapdog, a servant to the only monster greater than yourself. How could you possibly emerge from this victoriously?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach inside yourself, tugging at the flower that blooms from your heart. It has already begun overtaking you. Her will has already started to consume you, it's almost a race against time at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What could Celestia truly be thinking? Keep in mind that this is the same mare who just through her most faithful servant to the dogs. What's to stop her from doing the same to you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, suppose she wouldn't. Suppose you are never betrayed by her. By striking this deal with the devil, you are ensuring protection and fulfillment throughout your seemingly immortal life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the surface, yes you would be nothing more than her slave. But deeper than that, deep in both of your hearts, you are friends. Parters in crime, A duostar. A team of monsters was much more sinister than just one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only thing is though, monsters have no friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your eyes, still held by Celestia's mammothian grip.</span><br />&quot;I need time.. to decide.&quot; you manage to say weakly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;All your energy was being drained from you, stolen and stored inside her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's smile does not fall, instead she brushes her ever so soft cheek against yours and coos.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Very well then. I have great faith in you, I know you'll make the right choice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your overcome with weightlessness as you glide through the air, your fine clothes shimmering off of you to be replaced by pajamas.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia settles you in bed, wrapping the sheets around you ever so tightly. Before you know it, your eyes are already closed and you're only gazing at the infinite dark that's behind your eyelids.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you can still hear Celestia's heavy hoofsteps on the white marble floor as she moves about your room. You can hear her low soft breath and the flutter of her wings as she stands by the window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sound isn't the only thing that comes to you in the darkness. You can also feel her. Of course you feel her overwhelming presence, for it cakes the walls in its girth and enormous size. Easily you feel the giggling warmth as it touches your entire body all over, messaging you lightly. But you can also feel her phantom limbs still touching your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her delicate touch remains with you. Her hoof between your legs, her teeth embedded deep in the side of your neck. Her burning lips searing yours as she seemingly sucks the life from you. It's all still there and it'll never go away. Which you are fine with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia will always be there even if physically she is worlds away. She will remain within you, around you. That is the effect of Princess Celestia of Equestria. The greatest monster to ever be birthed. And the kindest mare to ever gaze into the hearts of millions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says something, but you can't quite make out what it was. Before you can ask her to repeat it, she's already gone. Out the window and vanishing like a summer's nymph. Leaving you alone in your bed to think about the future.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With Celestia gone, the overpowering smell of blood attacks you. It acts as a sort of chloroform for it knocks you out within seconds. Twilight's body would need to be removed from your room. But there was no rush. Let her stay, watch you as you sleep. She'll no doubt give you sweet dreams.</span></div></div>




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