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 Your favorite pony stumbled upon your porn collection of her. How would she react to it?
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>"What exactly it is that you're doing, dear Anon."
>Shit, cover blown
>You remove your poorly disguised face from the hole you've cut in Princess Celestia's throne and step around the regal seat to face her sheepishly
>"Well. Care to explain yourself?"
>No. No you don't
"...honestly?"
>Celestia nods, expression serious
"Okay... I was-DIVERSION!"
>You scramble for the nearest decorative vase and smash it on the ground
>You trip as you run to the exit, mentally congratulating yourself on the expert escape
>A tingling blanket of magic settles over your body and you lift off of your feet, floating across the throne room toward the Princess
>Better diversion next time
>"In just four days this marks the eighth instance of... rude misconduct, Anonymous."
>The way she says it makes it sound bad
>But you've been holding back at two attempts a day to bury your face in some portion of her anatomy
>Or Luna's
>Or that cute mare guard stationed in the gardens
>Or when Twilight visits
>"I hope your prepared, Anon."
"W-What?"
>"We decree, royal punishment is due."
>Celestia's own royal voice chills you to the core
>You've never heard her use it before
>Her eyes glow white and the throne room comes alive with magic
>The doors and windows slam shut, thrwoing the room into darkness
>You're bound to a chair that simply appears beneath you
>Shimmering pops of energy go off at your side
>Celestia has summoned ponies
>Mares, specifically
>The Elements of Harmony, some Ponyville locals. Even Princess Luna
>Celestia moves to your other side and offers you a knowing grin
"H-Heheh, what exactly is my punishment here, Princess?"
>One more pop of energy reveals a wooden desk, keyboard, mouse, and old desktop computer you recognize
>What you were using the day you were transported to Equestria
>It boots up faster than ever at the command of Celestia's magic
>She manipulates the mouse, navigating folders among folders
>[Clop]
>"Your punishment is shaming, My Little Anon."
>A hushed murmur falls over the present crowd as Celestia idly circles your old clop folder with the cursor
>"You may not realize, Anon, but I've been busy the past week or so. I've been researching your means of arrival in Equestria, despite your interruptions."
>You feel a pang of guilt, remembering your initial panic upon arrival in small horse world
>all you wanted in the moment was to go home, thinking maybe you'd died
>the feelings waned eventually but it seems Celestia took them to heart
"Uh, thank you, Princess."
>She waves a dismissive hoof in your face
>"It's beside the point, now. What's important are the intense visions that overcame me during my research."
>The crowd has fallen silent since their Princess began speaking, save for their collective gasp at the prospect of visions
"Er, visions of?"
>Celestia never looks away from the computer screen
>You hear a series of twin clicks as she enters the clop folder and opens sub-folder one
>You remember it fondly
>"Visions of my faithful student... Twilight, if you would."
>Twilight Sparkle steps uncertainly out away from her friends to rest at the Princesses side
>"Y-Yes, Princess?"
>Celestia grins wide, her eyes pouring over the thumbnails on screen
>"I'm going to share my visions with you, Twilight. I want you to observe them each, carefully. And Anon?"
>That familiar tickle of magic grasps you at the chin, pointing you toward the screen as well
>"Let's see how she feels about your old, mmm... hobby."
>You watch Twilight's eyes widen as the first image is enlarged
>A depiction of herself, rear facing the viewer, marehood exposed and gleaming
>She hasn't even begun to stutter when the next image appears
>Similar to the first, but her forehoof is shoved between her hind legs
>Mashed against her marehood, telltale liquids trailing along her leg
>"If you could, explain this for her, Anonymous."
>Your mouth is dry
"Twilight this is a drawing of you.... masturbating."
>The room is deathly silent
>Twilight turns to you
>you're afraid you'll see some hurt or concern in her eyes
>but all you see is genuine confusion
>"But, Anon. We're not even the same species."
>Celestia clicks her tongue thoughtfully
>"It seems he's covered those grounds as well, my student."
>A couple more clicks navigates into the [No Hooves Pleb] subfolder
>Images of Twilight in human form abound
>The theme is commonly books, glasses, and masturbation
>"I... I don't wear glasses. Why would you draw me with glasses? D-doing..."
"Well I didn't actually draw-"
>Your mouth is gently closed at a warm magic command
>"Are you okay, egghead?"
>Rainbow Dash floats above the crowd, looking concerned as the rest of them
>Celestia gestures to the computer with a wing
>"Please, come closer everypony. There's a lot of material to review. I haven't even seen it all. We'll surely have a lot of questions to ask sweet Anonymous."
>Before now you may have fantasized about such a situation
>Surrounded by cute little mares
>Discussing your baser thoughts in relation to them
>But now
>You struggle against your invisible bounds, to no avail
>You want to smash the computer on the ground before they can dig any deeper
>You need better contingency plans
>Twilight is an understanding sort, right?
>She'll let this all go, with time
>The rest of them, you're not so sure
>The crowd of ponies in question move closer, resting between yourself and the computer
>The screen is fully visible to everypony
>And yourself, of course.
>Celestia's eyes are alive with a youthful mirth as she sweeps the crowd
>She's really getting a kick out of this
>"Mmm, Applejack. In keeping with our budding themes of honesty,"
>Celestia laughs to herself
>"Pay close attention, if you could."
>Click, click, click-click
>[Appul]
>Sweet, firm, foal-bearing hips
>AJ's cutie mark is prominent in almost every shot
>Save for those in which she's spreading her flanks
>Of course, when a pair of obscure human hands aren't
>A couple drawings feature her biting down on a bit, hind legs slung through pony-centric chaps
>She's generally sprawled sensually across a bale of hay or bucket of apples
>You look from the screen to the back of AJ's head to the screen again, tormented without knowledge of her reaction
>"Oh, of course. My apologies, Anonymous."
>A golden tapestry unfurls from somewhere in the ceiling, falling perfectly in line with the ground behind the computer
>The tapestry is a perfectly reflective surface, showing you the faces of every pony as they face the computer
>And your own
>Your face is as red as the apple the current depiction of AJ of licking suggestively
>"Ooh, ooh! Did Nonny draw hoo-man Applejacks, too?"
>Pinkie bounces in place, eyes glued to the images
>Click-Click
>Celestia cuts you a tough-to-read expression as you make to explain you're no artist, once again
>You shut up
>The human art is in the same veins as the pony versions
>Applejack is commonly wearing little more than her hat and an inviting smile that has driven you over the edge on more than one occasion
>"These too..."
>Applejack mutters to herself, reminding you to observe her reaction
>It's similar to Twilight's
>Her face is screwed up in hard thought
>It hasn't drifted into anger or disgust just yet
>She's confused
>You'd almost prefer she just yell at you
>"What is it you see, Applejack."
>"W-Well, Princess. Ahm just noticing a sorta pattern here."
>Celestia hums her reply, inviting AJ to continue
>"My, err, my flanks are always stuck out. In all of 'em. Even these ones where I'm a hairless thing like Anon."
>Applejack looks over her shoulder to consider her own rear in person
>She lifts and swishes her tail
>She lifts and swishes her ass
>Her hinds legs stretch and kick, manipulating the muscles in her hindquarters
>The room starts to melt away from your awareness as you watch the awkward, adorable display
>"What the hay are ya so fixated on my flanks for, Anon? Twilight's pictures made sense. The marehood is what a stallion's after, I figure. But this..."
>She wiggles her butt for emphasis
>"Well, Anonymous? Why her flanks?"
>Celestia's voice jerks you back to reality
".....I just like that part."
>The Princess adopts a stern, but level tone
>"Anonymous. Explain yourself properly."
>There's a brief sensation of cold fear in the pit of your stomach
"As a human... I don't want to simply m-mount you. I want something to grab onto. Something to squeeze. Something to bury my face in. Something just thick enough to bring you back down on top of me so strong it almost hurts. Your flanks are perfect for it all, Applejack."
>"Y-Ya don't say..."
>That chill at your core is quickly staunched as a fire alights within you
>A powerful surge of enjoyment you derive
>Just from defining your love of those delicious hindquarters out loud
>A pink hoof slaps the screen as a particular, frontal image of humanjack debuts
>"What're those? Twilight had them too!"
>Celestia has taken to lying down, chin resting on her crossed hooves
>"Yes, I've been wondering that as well, Anonymous. I've made an educated guess but I'd like you to confirm."
>A few of the mares look your way, while other continue to study the image
>AJ is sitting flat on her rump, which she is contemplating with a serious expression while holding her tail out of the way
"Those are, err, breasts?"
>"Are you asking me, Anon?"
>Your and Celestia's eyes meet in the reflection of the tapestry
>They dance with the mischief of youth and burn with the intensity of a ruler
>You have trouble staring into them for long
"They are breasts."
>"Ohhhh, we've kind of got that! Not like these, though. These look fun. Like pillows! Do I have some, Anon? Do I do I do I?"
>The folders are navigated with an emerging ease
>Back->Pinkie Pie->Humanized
>"WOOOW! Mine are bigger than Applejacks! Why do I get bigger ones, Nonny?"
"Because you like sweets, Pinkie."
>The quaver of uncertainty in your voice is fading
"Humans, when they put together lots of eating cake along with lots of partying, well the physical result is something like that. You're a little thicker around the waist, but not too much. No, most of it goes to your chest."
>In the blink of an eye Pinkie is in your face, either hoof propped on your knees for support
>"Is that good, Nonny?"
"Y-Yes. It's really good."
>"Why?"
"They're fun to play with. I guess. Like Applejack's flanks."
>Applejack speaks up
>"Ahm not sure I get it, just yet."
>Pinkie grabs your cheeks, smooshing them together
>"Fun to play with, just like me!"
>She presses her nose against yours and forces you to stare into those bright blue eyes
>You're lost for words
>She giggles like mad and hops away, rejoining the mares at the screen
>It's tough to picture Pinkie in a more sensuous light sometimes
>this isn't one of them
>"Princess, I do apologize but this is all very abrupt. Why exactly are we here, reviewing these - hmm, how to put it - creative pieces? With poor Anonymous bound to a chair, no less?"
>Celestia props her head up further on one hoof and addresses Rarity almost lazily
>"Anonymous has fallen under the effects of something difficult. I believe he's done well to resist it for as long as he has, but recently he's been driven to deviant acts as a form of release. Daily workings around the castle have become difficult as a result."
>Almost every mare present finds the strength to tear their eyes from the screen and look to you
>Some looks are disapproving, but many more are of pity and concern
>It's incredibly touching
>"This little impromptu gathering is meant to serve as a mild slap on the hoof as well as something of a therapy session."
>There are murmurs of acknowledgement
>"So we're meant to observe and ask questions. This will cure Anon."
>"That is my estimation of things, Rarity. He's so bothered that he's had to resort to me as an outlet. With you all here I think the issue will be properly addressed."
>Rarity waves a gently accusatory hoof at you and puts on the motherly voice usually reserved for Sweetie Bell
>"Shame on you, darling. Normally such the gentlecolt. We'll have you well by days end if I have anything to say about it. Princess if you would be so kind, let us be on to MY gallery!"
>An image of pony Pinkie straddling a rather phallic balloon falls away and is quickly replaced with one of Rarity
>On her back, hooves spread wide apart and body bound in position by a cloth measuring tape
>Glasses askew
>A spot of drool at the corner of her mouth
>Eyes glistening with as much intensity as the beads of moisture between her thighs
>Despite Rarity's gungho attitude, her mouth is agape
>"E-Ehem."
>Rarity hoof points to the image and looks directly to you
>"Why am I wrapped in my own measuring tape?"
>Celestia hums thoughtfully and opens the next image
>Rarity's is standing on her hind legs
>One forehoof is propped on a nondescript counter top
>The other is holding her meticulously groomed tail out of the way of her rear, along with the hem of a sparkling dress
>Motion lines indicate something like 'winking' is taking place
>Her hair is done up in an ornate fashion indicative of some formal event
>Click
>An image of Rarity, bespectacled and staring at a swath of fabric running through her sewing machine, sweat prominent on her brow
>Her rear isn't fully visible in the image, but clearly something is ramming to her
>A veritable stream of vague fluids seems to be in freefall beneath just-out-of-view rump
>"E-E-Explain, if you could! I'm afraid I can't make sense of the theme, here!"
>You balk a little before you elect to explain
>Celestia will push you regardless
"Rarity, your art is sort of an exercise in roleplay. It's thrilling to imagine specific situations where you would particularly enjoy doing 'it'. You're not the type to settle for basics. You like a certain flare in whatever it is you do. Those sort of things included, I like to believe."
>Celestia's tail swishes to and fro
>She clicks steadily through strings of Rarity images
>"Let's try some more direct 'grown up' language, Anonymous. What sort of things?"
>You sigh
"Sex."
>"Keep trying. We aren't writing a textbook, much to my student's chagrin, I'm sure."
>"W-Well, I was planning to take some notes..."
>Eh? The hell is she on about?
"Uh, intercourse?"
>"Now you're working in reverse."
"Fucking?"
>"Don't know that one, Anon. Keep going."
>You search your data banks, sweeping away all the frustration and confusion of the situation for a moment.
"...Rutting?"
>There's a collective gasp
>Not of shock
>It's... something else
>"What're you in heat or something?"
>You choke on your response for a moment
"No! What?"
>Rainbow Dash flies to you, looking no worse for wear despite everything thus far
>She jabs you in the chest and presses on
>"The Princess said you're coming down with something. All these weird drawings and stuff; you're in heat!"
"I'm a guy you idiot!"
>"Yeah, and you're a monkey. I think you're in heat, dude. You just need to grease up a cooler and shove it in your... well, I guess I don't know how monkey stallions do it. Jump in a cold lake or something. This is kind of stupid. Uh, no offense, Princess."
>Celestia's only real response is clicking the mouse
>She seems a little agitated, eyes roaming the sea of named folders
>One of them opens to a collection of cerulean blue thumbnails
>Depictions of Rainbow mounting big colorful dildos are a dime a dozen
>And you have several dozen
>Rainbow Dash looks over her shoulder at the collection, hovering in place
>"C'mon dude, you didn't even try with mine. These are all bor-"
>Celestia stops on a particular image, eyebrow arched
>Rainbow customarily has her nethers fitted with a snug, rubber looking dildo
>but it has a second end penetrating another pegasus
>yellow quiet is 'impaled' at the other side, the two mares joined together in an intense kiss, eyes rolled back in their sockets
>You hear an "Eep" somewhere in the crowd
>Rainbow Dash looks ready to buck you in the head
>"FOR THE LAST TIME I'M NOT A FILLYFOOLER!"
"Are you sure?"
>"Are you sure?"
>You smirk, somepony having echoed your question in the room
>Rainbow grinds her teeth
>"Positive."
"How do you know?"
>"I tried it out, once."
>The crowd is restless with whispers
>Rainbow is growing red in the face, her tough visage faltering
"Seriously? That's great."
>"Yeah, because now I know for sure. I'd prefer you over another mare, any day."
>It gets quiet
>"Or... or, you know. Another stallion. Whatever."
"So, who with?"
>"What?"
>The room is bereft even of breath
>You all want to know
>"Oh, it was me, sugarcube."
>Your head snaps in Applejacks direction
>She's still quietly studying her rear end, prodding the meat with a hoof
>She doesn't seem too concerned with goings on outside of that
"With Rainbow? Do you like-"
>"No, no. I'm a traditional gal, myself. She asked me first, though. Reckon she'd feel a heap worse if I turned her down. Say, maybe that was the problem, Dash. I wasn't into it, none."
>"No no no! We agreed that it settled everything. It went bad, it went nowhere, that was it."
>"You know we love ya either way, sugarcube. It's not a big deal."
>Rainbow is sputtering and throwing her arms around, searching for words
"Dash, I think that people insist you might swing either way is important. It really speaks to who you are. You're intense and competitive. Your personality is extreme. Some might say it borders on masculine?"
>She stares daggers at you
"How do I put it... where I come from we have a thing called 'tomboys'. Tough girls. they're not as interested in, uh, Rarity-type activities."
>"I'll elect not to take offense to that, darling."
"Some human guys find it really appealing. Like, having the opportunity to see you lower you defenses and someone in."
>Rainbow lowers herself to the ground, settling on her haunches and staring at you
>A little less angry
>"You're kind of weird, dude."
>She gives you a nudge in the shin that you read as affectionate
>There's still enough force behind it to hurt a bit
>Rapid clicks draw your attention
>The screen cycles through images of /fit/ human dash doing everything from getting railed to posing nude with sports equipment
>The folder is viewed to completion and promptly exited
>Celestia's browsing seems a little terse
>Next up
>[Fluttershy]
>This one already has you feeling guilty
>The crowd seems to part around Fluttershy
>Her big, quavering doe eyes are completely visible to you via reflection
>Fuck
>For the first time you find yourself legitimately upset with Celestia
>You earned punishment or whatever, sure
>But this would serve to punish the quiet yellow pegasus
>More so than yourself
>You're not certain Fluttershy possesses the bravery necessary to face you directly after discovering your primitive-brain's collection
>Click-Click
>Fluttershy's collection is very tender
>Vanilla
>Quiet stuff that suits her
>Many depictions of soft kissing
>Or her averting her eyes as someone spreads her legs apart
>Blushing like mad in every image
>Despite the warm, fuzzy nature of the folder it's still very sexual content
>She must be dying
>You steel your resolve and glance at her face
>She looks positively indifferent
>You find you feel as frightened as you thought she would be
"Fluttershy?"
>"Oh, I'm sorry, Anon. Um, okay, why is... hmm."
>Your mouth hangs open a little as you search for words
>Is she breaking down or something? What's with this reaction?
>"I'm sorry, Anonymous. It's just that these are a little... boring."
>What?
"What?"
>What?
>The folder runs dry quickly
>Celestia speaks up for the first time in a bit
>"I'm inclined to agree, Anonymous. Very dry."
>The cursor trails upward to the humanized sub-folder
>stops
>drifts to the adjacent folder
>"What is 'Flutterbat', Anonymous?"
>"Heeey, how do you know about Flutterbat, Nonny? That happened before you came here!"
>You can't imagine explaining their cartoon to them going over well
>You're granted a reprieve by Twilight
>"Er, Fluttershy was briefly transformed into a Fruit-Bat Vampire some time ago, Princess. I'm sure I included details in one of my letters to you."
>"Y-Yes, yes of course. Pardon my forgetfulness."
>You know dis bitch aint read no letters
>"Um, excuse me, Princess. Could we look at these pictures?"
>The Flutterbat folder is a different breed of beast from the rest
>It's both well organized in that it contains exclusively images of Fluttershy in her batty form, images ordered by depicted activity
>And it is a horrible mess in that it contains rampant mixtures of pony, humanized, anthro and everything in between
>Including
>"Anon, perhaps you don't fully understand the vampiric form, but Fluttershy didn't grow a uh, penis."
>"And ahm not sure I appreciate the mouthful ya got me takin' there, partner."
>You kick against the magical restraints, to no avail
"It's only one or two. Your faces! Your faces are cute in these. That's all it is!"
>They click past that brand of shame only to stumble into another
>A complete 180 on Fluttershy's vanilla themes
>Many images depict her, red eyes, bat wings spread and fangs bared, ravishing men, mares, and stallions alike
>Other show her straddling all manner of 'Nightmare Night' themed goodies
>Pumpkins, gnarled (but inviting) tree roots, sacks of candy
>Luna's own magical stallionhood
>A cold breath blows across your ear
>"You'll find, Anonymous, that we also do not possess 'the penis'. Outside of your dreams, at the least."
>You edge on shitting your pants
>You forgot Luna was here, reserving herself to the shadows.
>Flutterbat's images are steeped in bondage, domination, and a few blood-drawing love bites
>These aren't very subdued images
>They get fairly intense
>You catch Fluttershy's eyes
>She's enthralled
>She clumsily grabs at the mouse, snatching it away from Celestia's magic grasp
>Celestia sniffs a little indignantly
>Fluttershy clicks through the images at varying paces
>The clicking stops and Fluttershy spins around
>She slaps a hoof against the screen, indicating the image
>A nondescript human, on his knees, face against the ground, Flutterbat knelt between his legs and forcefully manipulating his extremely rigid business, a mischievous grin on her face
>"This would be fine."
>You're dumbfounded. Truly
>Sure, you saved the image but you never considered a timeline in which you would replicate it
>More importantly
>Fluttershy is on board in a way you wouldn't have wagered in a million years
>The rest of the room seems as surprised as you are
>Fluttershy takes notice and paws at the ground, that old reserved demeanor returning
>"I-I mean, I just think it would be nice."
>Fluttershy cuts eyes at you
>An intriguing look you've never gotten from any of these mares before
"Fluttershy, like, if you're serious I guess..."
>She perks up
>"Oh yes, of course! Though I don't actually have fangs anymore but I have a costume and I can muss up my mane so it looks right and your hot monkey d-"
>"EHEM!"
>The clearing of the royal throat saps the room of all talkative energies
>Celestia's gaze sweeps the room, settling on you
>"Your punishment is still in session, Anonymous. Such discussion is, in fact, counterproductive to the cause."
>Fluttershy lowers herself to the floor, wearing a flushed cloak of embarrassment you had been expecting earlier on
>"Oh, I'm sorry Princess. I'm so embarrassed. I got carried away."
>Celestia sighs
>"My apologies, Fluttershy. I merely wish to see Anon's ~therapy~ through to the end."
>Celestia's tone finds that warming, motherly tone she's known for with all her little ponies
>But something about 'therapy' cuts through the air and shakes you
>The browsing continues, Celestia stopping occasionally to question the more strangely nick-named folders
>" 'Button's Mom' ?"
"Yeah I don't know what the hell her actual name is."
>You cover a whole sea of ponyville residents
>Lyra's folder, composed almost entirely of her nibbling, sucking, or riding human fingers
>Octavia's folder, classy yet lewd, seeing her posing across every instrument under the sun
>Vinyl's folder, in which she is furiously rutting Octavia on every instrument under the sun
>Celestia gives you a stern glance at [CMC] and chooses not to open it
>She skims other folders
>Sunset Shimmer
>Starlight Glimmer
>"Queen Sombra? Seriously?"
>"And what the hay is Tatzljac-CLOSE IT CLOSE IT"
 
>There are dozens more folders to explore
>You can't choose between pride and self-loathing for such a collection
>A majority of the crowd looks thoroughly bored
>Except for Celestia
>Her expression is little tougher to read
>"My little ponies. I think... Anon's therapy is complete. You're all welcome to go home. Thank you for your time and effort, today."
>If anyone in the crowd makes to respond, you don't see it
>They all vanish in the same golden flash that brought them here
>The windows of the throne room pop back open, allowing the soft sunlight of dusk to spill across the tilework
>Tingling warmth vanishes from your body and you fall a short distance onto your ass
>The chair has vanished
>Celestia moves with poise and purpose to the throne room exit
>Without looking back
>"Forgive me, Anonymous. This was all in jest. I'll explain things to those involved tomorrow morning. In the meantime I require rest, as do you I am sure. Little sister, I believe evening is due."
>She leaves the room
>Luna emerges, again, from some dark nook and brushes past you
>"We suggest jokes and japes are avoided for a time, Anonymous. Sister is in a curious mood."
>Luna makes her own exit via one of the windows
>And you are alone
>Unsure of what to do with yourself, you step up to the computer which hasn't left the room yet
>You skim through the subject of the days unique torture and reflect on the reactions of those present
>Curiously accepting, overall
>You'd probably be alright
>Got some shit to discuss with Fluttershy, no doubt
>Though beyond that you can't figure what Celestia stood to gain from the experience
>Maybe she's pissed because the 'punishment' backfired a little bit
>You leave [Pone] and start navigating other folders
>Reactions
>Ebin Maymays
>Screencapped Threads
>You give the browser a good old college try
>No network found, of course
>You dig through documents and music, yielding little
>Eventually you make your way back to the heart of this PC
>Images
>You re-re-browse [Pone], making a mental checklist of the reactions you got according to folder
>The last thing to said or did with this mare or that mare
>What you nick-named some of them before you met them
>and what you call them now
>You jerk your head upright
>Old Nicknames
>You scroll through the list once, twice, thri-ahHA
>You look around the room, as if there'll be someone to address
>The moon has long since been raised
>The area is bathed in a peaceful lilac glow
>Save for the light of the computer monitor cutting through the natural night
"Celestia!"
>Silence, of course
>She's in her chambers or something
>You dance around the magically constructed computer desk
>You need to get her in here
>She needs to see it
>...you notice the computer is plugged into absolutely nothing
>Yet, it's on and functioning normally
"Fuck yeah, magic!"
 
>Every guard gives you a look of consternation as you perilously juggle a monitor, tower, keyboard, and mouse through their halls
>The screen is still on and the peripherals are still inputting
>So more than a few guards catch the odd glance at random pornographic illustrations
>The heartier guards flush deep crimsons
>One of the stoniest guards you know vomits
 
>A year ago this might have gotten you stomped to death by little armored horses
>But now you find it a tad easier to ram your body against the door to Princess Celestia's chambers
>Not make it inside, mind
>Shit is sealed tighter than the pearly gates
>Or some stronger analogy
>You fall to the ground, computer cradled like an infant against your chest
"Princess! Celestia!"
>A shadow falls over you
>Lying on your back, you look up
>"It is late, Anonymous. What do you need?"
>She wasn't in her room after all
>Well whatever, she's here now
>You sit up, spin on your ass and set the computer down, monitor facing her
>You hold the mouse out to her in your open palm
"Sunbutt."
>"Excuse me?"
"You're Sunbutt. You were looking for your folder. That's it."
>She cocks an eyebrow, staring at you for a long moment
>Eventually
>She sits
>The mouse floats from your hand to her side
>You brush yourself off and move to her other side
>Sitting down, legs crossed, and viewing the screen
>Click-Click
>Hundreds of sub-folders appear on screen, all contained within the master folder [Sun Butt]
>[Wingjobs]
>Celestia clicks through an extensive collection in which she is servicing exclusively human dicks with a soft, feathery wing
>You switch between the monitor and her face, working to gauge a reaction
>She's not making it easy
>[Faithful Student]
>A veritable compendium of what the extra large Princess could do to a young mare with boundless magical power and a sister of similar stature
>Twilight is usually sandwiched between them
>Tongues are out
>Hair is flowing
>Fluids are exchanging
>A handful feature Cadence as well
>You absentmindedly rub your palms together, eager to see if you were right
>If this will fix that sudden mood shift
>[Big Mare]
>A folder brimming with images of Celestia, two or three times larger than the human form she's taking turns cuddling and dominating
>You take a look at her for reference
>Upon arrival you've found that her actual size is a little closer to your own, rendering this folder inaccurate
>Still you admit to enjoy the idea of her taking you into that vast marehood and smiling while it drives you insane
>She silently clicks through the entire collection, as with the previous folders, and navigates to the next
>[Royal Garb]
>Celestia dressed in anything you could possibly imagine, both as human and as pony
>Fancy maid outfits
>Regal ball gowns
>Opulent royal robes
>Lavish bathrobes
>Synonym Clothing
>All of which are conveniently cut or opened to reveal important aspects of her anatomy
>Paired with regular come-hither looks in her eyes
>Celestia speaks for the first time in at least 20 minutes
>"...speak with young Rarity....long it might take..."
>A murmur so quiet you're not sure you were even meant to hear it
>[Comic Strips]
>Admittedly the majority of these would have fit well into the [Faithful Student] folder, but you recall liking these on their own
>They have structure and must exist in a specific order and all that
>In retrospect, these are nothing special
>None of it is
>[Humanized] is just so
>[Solar Flare] is sparse and what is present are basically Nightmare Moon recolors, at their best
>[Queen Celestia] is dominatrix stuff that is comparatively tame against [Flutterbat]
>[Anthro]
>[Futanari]
>[Molestia]
>Celestia's folder is basically a compendium of what every other folder contains
>Some goofy cell in your brain fires a thought
>That's flattering, right?
>Celestia looks positively disconnected from the situation
"Princess?"
>She's quiet for a long moment
>The magic fades from the mouse
>"It was a spirited collection, Anonymous. Thank you for showing me. I apologize for inconveniencing you, today."
"What the hell is going on with you?"
"Maybe I'm just an idiot but I've clearly upset you and I'm really not clear how. I thought maybe it was the hole-in-the-throne thing but then we had the whole 'punishment' stuff going on and..."
>Celestia tilts her head to one side, considering the monitor carefully
>You're not sure what to make of the expression
>She sits up on her haunches, slowly
"Celestia. Seriously, I'm confused. I just want you to feel... not bad. How do I fix-"
>One of her wings flips open, pressing against your mouth and effectively quieting you
>Your eyes bug out a little, confusion reaching critical levels
>The mouse springs to life, sliding along the ground
>Click-Click
>[Fiction]
>Drawings were one thing
>You didn't make those, you collected them
>Fiction is a collection of text documents populated with original stories
>Written by you
>A familiar old lump of cold finds new life in your stomach
>You lung for the mouse
>It dances away from your grasp
>Now sprawled out on the floor, you reach for the tower, mashing the power button repeatedly
>It stays on
"No, fuck! Magic!"
>You roll over and try to knock the monitor away
>It floats out of your reach
>With magic in her hooves, Celestia's stature is symbolically colossal compared to your own
>You are a young child, leaping into the air after the computer screen
>And she is playing keep-away
>The mouse, too, floats out of reach, sounding off with a few ominous clicks
>She begins reading
>You have no idea which story - there are dozens
>And all about her
>You make a few more childish slaps at the air before her wings spring forward, wrapping around your arms and pinning you to her chest
>Her grasp is incredibly loose, yet absolute
>Your present options are be pinned struggle uselessly or be pinned and wait patiently to be released
>She's silent
>Save for her wings, she's ignoring you
>Her concentration is on the text document in front of her
>The scroll wheel clicking and pausing rhythmically.
>Struggle it is
>You try to flip around in her unbreakable feathery grasp
>You fail and resign yourself to the grapple
>"Hmmm."
>Celestia hums thoughtfully to herself
>It's a contemplative sound
>And you can feel it
>You're suddenly aware of your proximity to her chest
>You let your eyes settle on the fine, silky fur of her body
>Your vision finds focus, each individual hair in front of you becoming apparent
>There's a certain smell to it
>One that permeates most of the castle
>Only now have you found it's source
>You could wax poetic and name all the flora it's comparable to
>But you don't know particular flowers
>Whichever ones she smells like, they're good
>Very good flowers
>Then she chuckles
>Oh god
>Your face is on fire
>Your manhood threatens to retreat into your abdomen
>Only a select few people are privy to your stories
>Never in a thousand years would you want a soul beyond your carefully chosen crowd to read them
>Let alone their subject
>And not only is she reading them
>She's laughing at them
"This... this is punishment."
>Her wings tighten around you, eliminating all wiggle room
>You're now flat against her chest
>Celestia hums again
>Sing-songy this time
>She's begun a new story, you assume
>Arsed if you can actually see anything other than pearlescent fur
>Humming echoes through her chest, dancing along your cheek
>"Mmmhm..HA! HAHAHA!"
>The burst of laughter scares the hell out of you
>Her chest heaves in and out as she sings her golden, mirthful song
>She's normally so composed
>What a rare jewel of a sound, Celestia's unbidden laughter
>The source of the humor is unfortunate
"hrrrmph"
>You mumble into her
>Not that you can't speak
>You're just hiding your face
>Ever the manchild
>"Mmmhmmhmm, I'm sorry, Anonymous. The way you've characterized me once embarrassed. It's a treat, to be sure!"
"Enjoy."
>Your best deadpan response
>"Actually, it's a bit ironic considering today's developments, no?"
"Eyup."
>A better deadpan response.
>There's a faint vibration in the floor and a rhythmic swishing sound
>Is she fucking wagging?
>Her wings tighten, just a little more
>Now it really will be hell to speak
>Clicks and scrolling
>Humming and laughter
>How much did you even write, you windbag?
>You're suddenly pushed away from her by wings that move as expertly as human hands
>You take a moment to suck in the cooler air in the room
>Is punishment really complete this time?
>Are you free to run off and die?
>You look to her
>She's blushing hard
>Today has been filled with new expressions from the Sun Princess
>"T-These stories. You've definitely written them personally, right Anon? The language certainly reminds me of you but... you're certain you've not adapted from some source material?"
>Punishment is still on
>You guess?
>Something's off
"Uhh, yeah. All me. I mean I got YOU from... from uhh..."
>Celestia leans down, nearly nose to nose with you in a blink
>"I know where I come from relative to your world, Anonymous. That's not important right now. These are your words, to the letter?"
>You turn away from her to read whatever has her grilling you like this
-==[The Heart of a Princess: Final Chapter]==-
 
For the first time in weeks I find I am able to relax. Helping to save all of a grand pastel world from the emergence of a great force of disharmony proved to be taxing on your body. I've been in and out of treatment centers, little pony doctors and nurses prodding at me with sterile tools and and magic remedies. After much persuading on my end, they accepted that the only remedy I required was rest.
 
I'm lying in an open field, just south of a quieter Canterlot courtyard. The grass in this particular field is tipped with quaint little orbs that exhibit brilliant luminescence once the moon is raised. I've often spied this field from my bedroom window at the castle, but never found time to take it in personally. Now seemed good a time as any.
 
I close my eyes to breathe in the breeze sweeping through the soft grasses around me. Four simultaneous thuds tell me that the breeze was not some pegasus-commissioned front of air. Rather, it was an Alicorn in flight.
 
"Princess."
 
"Anonymous."
 
I open one eye to watch Princess Celestia trot to my side and lie down, head held high with regality as always. I reach over and run my fingers through her mane and she leans into my grasp. We bask in each other's familiarity silently for a long time.
 
I can hear the soft hum of magic at my side and smile; I've always enjoyed her setting of the sun. The burning orb dips beneath the horizon lazily, the moon replacing it in time. The blue glow of evening spills across the field, painting the pair of you a few shades darker. An ocean of stars pours out of the darkened sky, turning and twinkling in place like the lights of a million cities. Almost in response to the emergence of stars, the grass orbs surrounding you find their own faint glow. The field lights up in a gentle wave - you and Celestia are now seated in your own ocean of stars.
 
"Another beautiful night to thank little sister for."
 
"Agreed."
 
Creatures of the night begin their peaceful songs, singing and chirping on the occasional breeze - those breezes that don't belong to the incredible wingspan of a magnificent flying pony.
 
"Anonymous..."
 
"Yes, 'Tia?"
 
The pair of us pause as soon as you'd spoke. These pauses aren't pregnant or uncomfortable. In our silence the pair of us can speak volumes to one another; it is a gift that comes with familiarity.
 
"Say it for me. Out loud. I may be older than the rest, but I am still a mare. It's important."
 
I laugh.
 
"Oh, yeah? That important?"
 
Celestia smiles. A smile I don't need to see. I can hear it. I can feel it.
 
"Yes, Anonymous. Very important."
 
I make sure not to miss a beat. Because it's 'very important'.
 
"I love you, Celestia."
 
"And I love you, my little human."
 
-==fin==-
 
>You throw your arms around
>In a sort of way
>Maybe you'd call it flailing?
"Fucking- this is like- I mean it's supposed to be a romance story or whatever. Notice how it's kind of gay?
>Celestia's stare is unfaltering
>Yours is doing... okay
"Yes. I wrote this. On my own. My words."
>She finds a way to get close to you
>Still not touching noses, but you can feel her breath on you
>And surely she feels yours
>"W-Will you say it? Say it for me?"
"Huh?"
>She glances at the screen, then back to you
>"Out... Out loud. I may be o-older than the rest, but I am still a mare. That's- no, It's important."
>New
>Fetish
>Acquired
>You lift a palm to her cheek uncertainly
>She looks back and forth between your hand and your face before gently pressing her cheek into it
>You're flooding with fiery hot appreciation for this fucking pony
>Which is why
"No."
>She pulls away
>"What?"
>Her face flows like water from shock, to hurt, to righteous anger
"Hear me out, hear me out!"
>She plops back on her haunches in annoyance and crosses her forelegs over her chest, pouting
>you maintain your composure at the sight
"Earlier you laughed."
>Celestia narrows her eyes
>"And you are feeling vengeful? Your feelings are hurt?"
"No. Well, I mean, it was a little harsh for me. Not the point, though. I mean you laughed because what I wrote wasn't 'you'. That still applies here. I didn't know you. This story is entirely a product of me. I'm not going to base something as serious as a confession on the text, there."
>"And your actions earlier today... and all of the week prior do not give some legitimacy to the idea?"
>You think for a moment
>But a moment is all you need
>You tried to motorboat at least 50 other mare butts in the same time frame
"Celestia, I haven't had a good, er, pipe-cleaning since I arrived here. That's more than a year or something did i already suggest a timeframe?. A few half-hearted tugs here or there but it's a losing battle."
>Celestia flaps her wings twice
>Some sort of expectant gesture, bidding you complete your thought
>Which you felt was completed already
"Okay. You are hot. Beautiful. All those nice aesthetic descriptors are yours. But so is Luna. And Twilight. Just about every goddamn female horse around here has big eyes and perky flanks and I'm ready to explode. So no, there isn't much basis for a confession there, either."
>You're now mentally kicking yourself
>It feels like you're outright dismissing her
"I like you. Can we start there?"
>She smiles and you openly sigh in relief
>"Of course."
>The two of you spend the evening locked in discussion
>Uncomfortable at the start, but soon you fall into laughs and jabs like old friends
>The subject eventually rounds to the prospect of you leaving Equestria
>Celestia says she's found a way to make a gate
>She made a smaller one to pull your computer through
>You dismiss the notion quickly
>You've got no bills
>Magic is a plus
>And the company isn't half-bad
>Celestia makes some jokes about a confession and you both laugh
>You come around to setting up a date for tomorrow
>Celestia wants to see what she can do about propagating a field of glowing flowers, akin to those you imagined up in a silly text document
>you're to come along and supervise
>while being funny and charming
>Or something. You'll play it cool for now and then sit up all night fretting the details
>In time, you both announce that it's getting late and sleep needs to happen if tomorrow is to go off without a hitch
>You collect up your computer and bid the Princess goodnight
>She does the same, though the goodnight comes in the form of a quick peck
>Square on the lips
>You sputter a response as she closes her chamber doors with a mischievous grin
>You may not get much sleep tonight
>rearmed with your PC, you'll be painting the castle walls alabaster
 
----
 
>It's fitful, but you find sleep before too long
>You dream of grassy fields dancing in moonlight
>Flowers spring up from the ground and dance
>You join them, nude and laughing like an idiot
>Weeeee
>"Enjoying thyself, Anonymous?"
>You stop spinning to the sound of music
>A shadow is blotting out the light of the moon
>You look up, through the wavering dreamscape sky
>Princess Luna
>"We may have misjudged you, human. Dear sister is having... pleasant dreams, despite her earlier mood. You've done well."
>You smile
>"I've prepared a reward. One promised earlier in the day, you'll recall."
>Another shadow spills across the dreamscape
>Long and thick, between Luna's legs
>You stop smiling
 
>"MMAAHAHAHAAAA"
>You're running
>Corridors that branch to more endless corridors
>Torches burn lilac flames in sconces along the walls
>They cast confusing shadows that make it difficult to see
>Echoing laughter chases you down each hall, the volume fluctuating wildly
>"We can't imagine this ever happening!"
>The voice shouts
>It doesn't make much sense, but it's terrifying no less
>"Our sister? Never in ten thousand years!"
>You round another corner sloppily
>You feel like you're ankle deep in sludge
>You take every door you spot, hoping for an exit, but they all lead to the same corridor
>"You're not bad, human! But you could do better!"
>You trip and fall
>Forever
>Or a few seconds
>Time is difficult to parse in here
>"Worry not, Anonymous. I've simply granted you an exit."
>You try to shout a confused reply into the darkness
>Starry midnight clouds pour out of your mouth
>It's disconcerting to say the least
>"Apologies, as the dream is getting out of hand, but you'll wake just before you hit-"
>A very solid looking cobblestone floor rushes upward at you
>You throw out your hands as you make contact
>And punch the wall adjacent to your overly large bed
>"Your nightmares are interesting, Anonymous. You have an imagination unique to Equestria. I'll have to study more of your dreams."
>You sit up and survey the room
>Your room in Canterlot castle
>It's nothing incredible
>Just enough room for your bed, a small end table, a chair more suited for ponies and your newly regained computer
>At which Princess Luna is seated
"Luna?"
>The purple mare turns her neck to look at you
>"You may be set to court our dear sister, human, but this does not permit you address us as anything other than Princess."
>She scolded you
"Uh, sorry, Princess?"
>She smiles childishly
>"We jest, Anonymous."
>The smile transforms into something more sinister
>"As of last night's dream, we too have become more intimately familiar."
>You don't know what that means
>You don't want to
>Luna faces the computer again and giggles
>"You know, Anonymous, some of your more suggestive pieces are not entirely off-base. You are certain there are not ponies in your world?"
>You're taken aback by the compliment
>But it's too early to be roundabout and embarrassed
"There are, but not the same as you. Simple colors. Don't talk. No magic. Not as cute."
>"We would tease you for finding us cute, but considering what we've seen upon this contraption, we fear the joke make miss its mark."
>Maybe it's not too early to be a bit embarrassed
>"Well, we've woken you that you might make it in time to your courtship appointment with sister."
>Courtship sounds very legal and frightening
>You'd prefer she use other terms
"Our date?"
>"Ah, you'd do well to remember this date, Anonymous, or she will scold you in the future."
>So much for decreasing the rapid mounting tension in your stomach
>Date with Celestia
>"Do not fear. She already enjoys your company, dense and mischievous as you may be. In fact, those may well be the desirable qualities. I, for one, might fancy a more intelligent and well-rounded male counterpart."
>There's a flash of sparkling dust that threatens to throw you directly back into dreamland
>You regain your sense to find Luna standing in front of you, hoofing at your hair
>"You look most unbecoming fresh from slumber."
>The hoof slides down your cheek and under your chin, directing your eyes at hers
>"But rather endearing, during."
>You've been awake five minutes, maybe
>This is sensory overload
>One of her wings whips you in the ass and you yelp, jumping forward
>She nudges you toward the door
>"Young Rarity is waiting in the reading room with some fresh attire. Once you change I will direct you to the flight deck. You'll be taking a chariot to an area of sister's choosing. She will meet you soon after. Understood?"
>The combination of you walking while releasing a string of half words sounds something like a car trying to start
>Shove
>Slam
>Blink
>You're stuffed into a cozy yet expansive reading room
>The walls are positively bleeding old tomes ans loose scrolls
>A fireplace is roaring unnecessarily before a few poofy chairs the size of day beds
>Of course none of this matters
>Contrasting the comfortable atmosphere of the room is a little white mare, clearly frazzled
>"O-OH! Anon, darling, come here at once! I can prepare attire all day but until I see you in them I'll never be finished."
>Was that a come on?
>Well you're hot shit this morning, aren't you?
>Cloth measuring tape floats through the air between you and cracks like a whip
>"Clothes. Off! Off off off, we need to be prompt. My client is Princess Celestia of all ponies, so I refuse to be anything but."
>You take a stumbling start into removing your pants and shirt
"Aren't... I the client?"
>Your shambling attempts proving too slow, Rarity's magic snatches your pants and shirt the rest of the way
>New, much nicer looking articles flip around your limbs just as soon as you were disrobed
>Rarity clicks her tongue as she surveys you through above the rims of her glasses
>"You'd do well to reevaluate your understanding of a lady, Anon, darling. How you look is entirely of benefit to the princess. The PRINCESS, darling. My client."
>The clothes rip off of your body and are quickly replaced with a different, silky set
>"I am to present her with a desirable gem, not a..."
>And another clothing replacement
>"...dirty picture artist."
>She blushes, lingering at your waist just a second too long
>"This one looks divine on you. Success! Now go, go, you have a wildly important date to keep."
>You're shoved from the room about as quickly as you had entered, having no idea how you look
>Glancing down you see Rarity has stuffed you into some simple brown slacks, a white button down shirt and an open-faced grey vest
>You look like you run a fucking comicbook/magic shop
>But she's the fashion horse
>Luna meets you at the door, pausing briefly to consider your fresh look
>And smirk
>"You appear to be a shop owner of some sort."
>You snort angrily and start clawing at the tucked-in shirt
>The vest levitates off of your arms and your shirt untucks
>"We do believe Miss Rarity may have been nervous. We'll not hold it against her. Come, now."
>You snatch the discarded vest from the floor and follow Luna
>Wouldn't want Rarity to find a segment of her ensemble 'unceremoniously discarded! I'll never work agaaaaain'.
>You weave through a few halls and find yourself on the massive wooden flight deck soon enough
>You and Luna are met with one of the many glorious golden chariots the Princesses take to their more ceremonious out-of-town events
>A unicorn and earth pony are performing some sort of final checklist of the vehicle
>Two pegasi are leashed to the front, chattering quietly while awaiting take-off
>The four snap to attention at Luna's arrival - it sure as hell isn't for you
>"All this to-do. Really, young ones, this is but a simple chariot ride. Shoo."
>The checklist ponies offer hasty salutes and scamper away, earning a grin from their princess
>"And you two, go about your conversation. I'll not be surrounded by lifeless heaps all day."
>The two pegasi nod and break back into their conversation, albeit more forced this time around
>You step into the chariot and Luna follows, to your surprise
"You're coming?"
>"Only to oversee your ride there. We have a few things to discuss on the way."
"Sounds a little ominous."
>The pair of you sit down, opposite one another, and the chariot takes off
>The force of the sudden launch pulls you backward, but you play it off as relaxing into the seat
>Luna's smirk suggests you're hiding nothing
>"Sister hasn't been on... well, it has been a very long time."
"Okay?"
>"We would like things to go smoothly."
"How smoothly? I'm not really a tactful guy."
>"We know this, Anonymous, let us waste no time stating the obvious."
>"We will begin with the wings. Your written observations were rather astute. Contact with the skin beneath our feathers, massaging of the flight muscles - these are strong indicators of interest and intimacy."
>Luna speaks in an even tone despite the roaring winds surrounding your heads
"That nice, Luna, but in those scenes-"
>You have to shout, however
>"Now as these are decidedly familiar behaviors you would be wise to gauge sister's interest by first brushing against or prodding her withers. a less sensitive region, but culturally it sends clear signals."
"I- okay, but Luna I'm not sure-"
>Luna throws a hoof around your shoulder and pulls you close
>"We know you are fond of flanks but to nip at her rear too early could offend her."
"Luna! Fucks sake, it's a date! The first date!"
>"And we humbly request that you properly rut our dear sister, Anon."
>The chariot dips and jerks violently in the air
>Luna casts a sideways glance of displeasure at the pegasi, who are both red in the face and doing their best not to acknowledge their passengers
"What!? Why?"
>"We will be blunt. Sister is a tad... spoiled. Her compassion and understanding are second to few and there is much she would sacrifice for the greater good of Equestria"
>Luna has pulled you close again, whispering as if to avoid the drivers throwing us from the chariot with another shock
>"But... when she takes an interest in something, it is hers. She would never do anything very rash... I believe. Still, it is important that she be the first to take you."
>You blink
"The first?"
>She giggles girlishly and the flight becomes all sorts of wobbly and uneven
>"Your little art collection left a fair number of mares a bit bothered. Believe it or no, it was an incredibly unique display. You more or less made advances upon an entire room or eligible mares. Somewhat serendipitous actually, no?"
>You're on fire
"Very. Like one of my shitty fanfics."
>She bops your nose with a hoof
>"But in real life!"
>The ride smooths out and Luna pushes away from you
>"So, the important aspects in review! Caress the withers, massage the feathers, nip the flank and fill the bank!"
>Luna's lewd limerick steals your voice away
>Something she appears to be good at
>"Do not fear, Anonymous, just remember the song. And do your best to maintain some energy. We've a whole evening ahead, ourselves."
"Excuse me?"
>A cloud of darkness swells around your body and you feel a sudden lurching sensation downward
>The cloud dissipates and you find yourself on the ground
>You look around with wild uncertainty, finally spotting the chariot, miles above and departing rapidly
>Luna's midnight mane spills over the rim of the vehicle as she shouts to you
>"Perhaps pull her tail, some!"
>You watch the chariot do another rollercoaster maneuver before vanishing on the horizon
>You sigh
>In a field
>Big green, featureless field
>You ball up the vest under your arm and sit down on it
>Celestia is supposed to arrive just after you or something
>Guess you're waiting
 
>You lean back on both arms and soak in the minimalist nature
>You're impressed that such a massive grassy plain exists
>Not a tree in sight
>No cloud in the sky
>Whatever adjustments Luna had made with your hair earlier is dashed by a heavy breeze rolling across the field
>The sound of a billion blades of grass beating against one another threatens to put you back to sleep
>Celestia's warm sun as well
>What will you talk about?
>How do you date, here?
>Dates used to consist of movie, purchase food, paw at each other if step one and two went well
>You don't know how to handle things here
>Celestia is an imposing figure the longer you think about her
>She was never difficult to talk with before
>There was never any sort of romantic agenda before
>You're going to fuck this up and things are going to be extra weird
>You'll have to move out of the castle just to escape the awkwardness
>Maybe beg on the streets of Canterlot before guards give you the boot
>Perform monkey tricks on the side of the road
>Tell hyoo-man stories for bits and bread
>Fuck
>You shut your eyes to bask in the atmosphere in hopes of washing your worries away for a moment
>Which any pleb would know flags the next event
>Thud
>You open your eyes and see a certain sun commanding princess standing a foot or two away, considering you with a small smile
>She's completely free of her normal golden adornments
>In the buff
>Before you in her purest form as a mare
>Holding no position beyond that of 'your date'
>Alright, Anon, don't fuck this up
>"How are you, Anonymous?"
"Thanks, you too."
>Spaghetti is pouring out of your slacks by the pound
"Uhm, I'm fine. Sorry. Hi. Good morning."
>She giggles and gives you a playful shove at the shoulder, effectively shattering any tension in your body
>"Relax. There's no need to get choosy with your words. This is supposed to be fun for us both."
>She winks
>"Speak freely like you normally do."
>You take a deep breath and collect yourself
>Okay, default mode
>You're just hanging out
"You look nice. Without all the jewelry bits. I like it."
>"See? You're a natural."
>She trots forward and sits on her haunches
>"And thank you. You don't look too bad, yourself."
"Think so? I thought it might be a little strange. Out of place for a date or something."
>"The materials are certainly a curious choice, but I think it suits you. It accentuates your features. Roll the sleeves back, perhaps?"
>You do so, unbuttoning the cuffs and rolling both sleeves up to your elbows
>"Hmm, yes. It works. Everything is working as it's meant to, I think. It draws attention to your arms. Your face. I like it. We'd do well not to doubt little Miss Rarity's judgement. Something is missing, though..."
>You give her an incredulous smile
"A vest?"
>Her wings flutter against her sides
>"Mmhmm. It would form well to your chest. The shirt alone cannot."
>You reach for the vest beneath you
>"Oh, not a hint. I'd prefer you comfortable."
>You smile
>She smiles
>You're smiling at each other like middle school crushes
>Seeing as you're an adult and she's a thousand year beyond that, it feels awkward
"You uh, you seem to know a good deal about clothes."
>She readjusts her position, falling forward onto her elbows, forehooves crossed over each other
>Her mane spills along her face, a faint breeze carrying it to one side
>She meshes with the gentle, quiet field perfectly
>No, she adorns it with something extra
>An opulent edition to the ground she occupies
>Got you feeling mildly poetic
>"I know a fair amount. Shirts, vest, shoes and hats. What I don't know,"
>A little sprite of magical aura tugs at the leg of your pants
>"Are these. Equestria is host to numerous species of varied design. None have this."
>You laugh, considering something as simple as pants being lost to anyone
>"For a time, I was under the impression that these were socks taken a bit too far."
"Not quite."
>"Right, of course. Though, you are mostly hairless as far as I understand. I assumed them for warmth?"
"That's not far off, though there's something of a social aspect involved."
>"Yes, you're concealing your... hmm."
>You suddenly realize that you both know, to the letter, your reasoning for pants before voicing it
>Largely because it is discussed, in a situation similar to this, in one of your fictions she read last night
>You work through the shame
"So, why the field?"
>She looks thankful for the subject switch
>"We spoke of it yesterday. I want to replicate your idea from one of the stories."
>And you're sort of back on subject
"You were serious?"
>She nods and uncrosses her hooves, sweeping them apart along the grass between you
>As she does so, her horn lights up slowly, from the tip to the base
>glimmers of light float up from the ground in a small circle, each blade of grass standing at slow attention
>It's a small and contained display, but you're no less in awe
>The glimmers of light dance in lazy circles like flakes in a snow globe
>You look up to Celestia, whose face is flushed crimson behind a brilliant smile
>woosh
>The glimmers rush to the borders of her magical circle, dragging all concepts of color and time with them
>The grass within the circle is standing upright with a stillness that you've never witnessed in all your years of life
>colored somewhere between white and clear
>you don't have a word for the appearance
>She seems to smile wider, noticing your face
>"Let's begin."
"What do I do?"
>"You do not possess magic in the same capacity as the creatures of Equestria so this will be a trial and error experience for both of us."
>You're admittedly apprehensive
>You've enjoyed the concept of magic in Equestria immensely since arriving
>And before
>But you've seen it do some wicked uncomfortable shit that ponies tend to laugh off
>You're from a world with more concrete 'laws'
>On an instinctual level, this shit scares you a little
>In keeping with pony trends, she laughs at you
>"Don't you trust me? It's not as if I've ever strapped you to a chair to humiliate you in front of countless mares."
>You give her a flat look
"You're gonna feel guilty as hell if I blow up or something."
>Without much prompting, you extend a cautious finger and slowly breach the border of the magical circle
>You catch Celestia wincing as you approach out of the corner of your eye
>You also catch her mouth fall open, gasping when your finger crosses the threshold
>What could that mean?
"This okay?"
>"Y-Yes. It's fine. Try touching the grass."
>You obey, pushing the rest of your hand through
>You didn't notice at first, but the area within the circle produces a strange sensation on your skin
>Rather, an utter lack of sensation
>You are acutely aware of every inch, inside and out, of your hand
>It is in a reality vacuum
>Or something like that
>You fold and flex each finger individually
>It feels smooth and seamless, more so than normal
>You reach out and grasp a single blade of grass between your thumb and forefinger
>It's incredibly smooth and malleable, yet it feels very strong
>The sense that you could rip it from its root, as with normal grass, is absent
>Whatever her issue, Celestia seems composed once more
>"The grass here is short, but you imagined it longer. Shall we try?"
>You look at each other for a moment
>You can see unfathomable experience behind her magenta eyes
>And at the same time
>Childlike wonder
>This is new for her as it is for you
>You tug gently on the blade
>It doesn't give, but grows
>Not to say it stretches as that would be too simple to describe the sensation
>It's as if new matter forms instantaneously between your fingers as they move upward
>Your hand glides upward for a second before you pull away
>The single blade is now several inches taller than its brethren
>Celesita appears positively delighted
>"Compatible..."
"How do you mean?"
>"Nevermind. Try doing the rest."
>You grab at another blade and lengthen it the same way
>Easy
>You do two more
>"Can you imagine a shortcut?"
>Hmmm
>Maybe?
>You introduce your other hand to the circle, noting Celestia gasps again
>You turn both hands over, palms up, and extend your fingers
>Starting from your side, you comb your fingers through as much of the grass as you can encompass and tug upward, as if styling hair
>Every blade you catch extends to the new length
>Celestia clops her hooves together in a cute display of applause
>"Excellent! You found one in no time."
>You resize the stragglers and have a patch of new, bigger grass blades on your hands
>This is amazing
>You feel a rush of energy as you survey you little magic experiment
>You dive back in, grabbing blade with both hands and stretching them wide, just slightly
>You play with the shape until you have a thicker grass before you
>A similar comb-over copy/pastes the effect among them all
>You and Celestia admire the work
>"Next step is a little trickier, but fun. We'll have to be careful, though. Even in a circle this small, if your head isn't clear something dangerous can come out."
"What comes next?"
>"We are going to create new material. Something that does not yet exist here."
"That sounds... don't tell me that something like that is easy. I won't be able to look at you the same way."
>She huffs a subdued laugh
>"Not easy, necessarily, but we'll work at a manageable scale."
>You sit back and consider the sun princess
>Or perhaps goddess is more appropriate
"You can create... things? From nothing?"
>She gives you a serious look, but maintains her smile
>"There isn't an object I can conjure that comes from 'nothing'. I suppose it's less creation we're performing and more... reformation. Magic is a pool that any pony can draw from, some better than others."
>She leans in and gives you a wry, knowing grin
>"I'm much, much better than others."
>She leans away again, and points a hoof into the air, the other resting on her hip
>It's a dead on pantomime of Twilight mid-science babble
>"Therefore, my manipulation and reformation of pure magical energies can be both rapid and complex."
>You snort
>She chuckles and blushes
>You both feel very good
>"And I want to show you how to do it."
>You nod and wait, playing the student
>"Take a breathe. The easy part."
>You do so
>"Now, pour your mind into the circle."
>You stare at her blankly
>"What I mean is... imagine you are faced with an impossible puzzle. You are pacing the room, playing out potential solutions in your head. Perhaps you draw up some plans on parchment. Perhaps you speak with a second party for advice."
"Sure, alright."
>"Imagine it all clearly. It has been days, weeks even, since you began, with no end in sight."
>Your face begins to screw up in concentration, putting your head in the very real situation she's describing
>"Okay... now solve the puzzle."
"...wait, what?"
>"Abandon every effort up to that point, put all the forethought out of your mind, and simply sit at the puzzle and try. One more time. That sensation. That moment. You're pouring in your mind."
>Maybe not the most complex analogy, but...
>You've been staring hard at the circle, your hands hovering like a warlock over a cauldron
>Your eyelids relax, your hands drift down, sinking into the tall grass
>You can't feel the wind outside the circle
>You can't smell the field around you
>You're only aware of the strange sensation within
>She speaks, barely above a whisper
>"Little globes."
>There they are
>There's no flashy lights or fanfare
>In less than a blink, each blade was tipped with a tiny transparent globe, like glass
>"T-Two steps left. You're doing beautifully."
>She sounds a little out of breath
>You hope this isn't taking a lot out of her
>You leash the urge to tell her this is one of the greatest experiences of your life, already
>Just in case she pushes herself too far as a result
"Okay, next step?"
>"Color. Color the grass."
>You wait a beat for more direction, but she's silent
>You glance at Celestia and she gives you a powerful look
>She believes you'll figure it out
>You stare at the grass
>Counting each blade
>Gradually you allow the world outside the circle to come back into focus
>Color
>Grass
>.....
>One hand leaves the circle and sinks into the soft grass outside
>This grass has feeling
>Soft, springy, slightly itchy
>It is also a healthy shade of green
>You concentrate on the shade, your freed hand working over each piece, feeling every little hair of the grass tickling your skin
>The grass within the circle stains with color, from the center out
>It gains a shade of green with more vibrancy and stopping power than anything you could have described out loud
>The color spreads like dye on water, spilling over every blade
>The orbs remain transparent, as you would have them do
>Celestia moans quietly
>"Final...F-Final step. We want the orbs to glow. Give them light."
>Easy
>You don't know how you'll translate it without touch but
>You look up to the sun, burning comfortably above you
>An agreeable source for the globes to-
>A whip of color catches your eye, a little closer to the ground
>Celestia's mane is flowing in the breeze
>It has an ethereal quality that you've always admired
>It catches the light of her sun in a way that nothing else can
>The result being a captivating shimmer as each strand of hair flows off of her
>You reach out and capture the flowing mane in your hand, palm coming to rest against her neck
>Each little glass globe flashes, gaining a sparkling quality
>You imagine the effect would be particularly profound at night
>The circle of magic around the grass dissipates in an audible pop
>You look up to Celestia, celebratory grin on your face
>She's staring you down, eyes lidded, biting her lower lip
>You're still holding onto her neck
>For whatever reason you stroke her a few times
"Are you okay?"
>Her wings flare as she launches forward, pinning you down beneath her
>Lips against yours
>Neither of your eyes are closed
>You imagine you look a bit confused
>She's just on fire
>She breaks away for a breath
>"You are alright?"
"Yeah."
>"May I continue?"
"Yyyes?"
>That's all she needed, you guess
>You're assaulted with kisses
>Some hit your cheeks, some hit your forehead, one gets you on the eyelid, but most are aimed for the mouth
>Your mind is going a mile a minute but you try to spring to action
>Okay, what was it?
>Withers, feathers, flank... nethers? Spank something?
>Whatever, withers first, to indicate interest
>Wouldn't want to offend
>Her mouth presses against yours, and a tongue invades
>You fight it back automatically
>Your position is awkward but you reach for the spot beneath her neck, just above the wings
>It is now that you realize her wings are beating like crazy
>You grasp at a wing to calm her down, having already forgotten Luna's song
>Your fingers lace together with her feathers, sinking into the soft, warm skin beneath
>Celestia's body vibrates as she lays against you, moaning into your mouth
>Her wings move to accommodate you, and you reciprocate, grabbing both and massaging your way through them, from the the thin outer muscles to the strong base-muscles
>You find a spot beneath her right wing that stops her dead in her tracks
>She breaks your kiss again and stares down at you
>You stare up at her
>She takes the chest of your shirt in her teeth
>And rips the entire thing off in one yank
>You're thankful for the soft, springy grass beneath you
>Because Celestia's legs have given out
>She's lying flat on top of you, spread-eagle, hips grinding against yours like mad
>You can feel notable levels of moisture soaking into the front of your slacks
>She's making hungry groaning noises as she explores every inch of your upper body with her lips and tongue
>Her horn swinging dangerously in your face
>You reach up and grasp it, giving a few experimental squeezes and prods
>"Mnnf, old... old mares tale, 'Non. About as sensitive as a tooth."
"Noted. Just don't impale me."
>You try and deliver the request with as much humor and sensitivity as you can
>"Of course not. That's your job."
>You weren't quite on her level yet
>But she just provided an excellent boost
>You find a strength beyond your own and lift her off of you
>She looks confused and concerned
>You stifle any incoming questions with your own shower of kisses, flipping her onto her back as you do
>Your statures aren't INCREDIBLY varied, but she should still weigh a fair amount
>Nothing that should be so easy to move around the way you are
>You're a hulk right now
>Once she's in position you move to her rear and pull either hind leg to rest on your shoulders
>You rake at the fastenings to your pants until they fall free, your pent up 'energy' exposed to the open air
>You finally pause to really consider the situation
>Is this seriously happening?
>How did things progress in such a way?
>Your eyes travel up her belly, chest, neck
>You find her face, one eye obscured beneath a veil of hair
>She's looking back at you
>Quietly, she speaks
>It isn't the command of a ruler
>There's no Princess authority in her voice
>She make an honest, hopeful, vulnerable request
>"...Breed me?"
>You make the plunge without further hesitation
>Your lower bodies consume one another, incredible heat and insatiable lust consuming all awareness of the world beyond the pair of you wound together
>Your dominant position almost immediately fails
>her legs threatening to throw you off, each thrust making her kick
>You collapse between her legs
>Your arms wrap around her side and her wings wrap around your, binding you together in a doubly tight embrace
>your faces hove inches apart as you perform
>You can see waves of magical energy dance along her horn in very specific patterns
>patterns replicating the undulation of her hips against yours
>Suddenly you find your strength vanishing
>Close as you are, you can't maintain the repetitive motions
>You fight through a few more thrusts before your core gives out and you lie still
>In a flash you're surrounded in a field of golden magic
>Your body draws backward slowly
>And then you ram into her
>hard
>and fast
>She's doing it for you
>You'll feel ashamed about it later
>The feeling at this moment is so divine you can't be bothered with anything else
>You pull your arms free of her winged-grasp and cup her face
>One final impassioned kiss to punctuate an experience you know is drawing to a close in mere seconds
>You feel her tongue go through the series of shapes and motions necessary to moan your name
>She pushes you back with a hoof
>"Say... my...name ... like... your... story..."
>You lock eyes and draw out, coupling your own remaining strength with her now spastic, flickering magic
"You're beautiful, Tia."
>She shuts her eyes tight and you drive into her
>Her horn sputters, arcs of golden energy whipping through the air around you
>You both find a powerful release
>A geyser of magic pours from her prone form, while your own geyser floods her insides
>You both groan, relaxing into each other as waves of energy flood the field around you
>Your little patch of orb-grass flourishes, spreading like wildfire across the entirety of the visible grassy plains
>Now your lungs play catch-up with all the physical exertion
>"So.... date... number one..."
>You laugh for a good while
>She joins you before long
>Your redressed in your slacks and vest, the shirt having been torn apart
>Celestias back is pressed against yours and the two of you are watching over the field you've repurposed
>She's humming quietly, her wings spread out along the ground beside you
>Never seen her so relaxed
"Hey."
>"Hmm?"
>You grab at on of the grass orbs nearby, tracing the glassy surface with your finger tips
"What do you call this stuff?"
>"It's brand new. We can call it whatever we like."
"Oh yeah? How about... mmm, Sungrass?"
>There's a barely perceivable shift in her humming
>It's the sound of a smile
>"I like that. I'll inform the proper ponies."
>You laugh and gently flick on of the orbs
"Funny. It's like we had a kid."
>Celestia's wings flap against the grass once or twice
>"It is... very much like that."
>You jerk around, looking over your shoulder at her
"Seriously?"
>She turns to look over her own shoulder
>"Nnnno."
>She giggles and leans onto her forehooves
>You can hear the flex of powerful leg muscles as she pushes off the the ground, launching into the sky with ease
>She glides overhead, wings fully extended, legs held out straight in either direction
>She executes a few showy flight maneuvers, each one encircling the sun
>And then she eclipses it, slowing to a hover
>You can't see her features for the eclipse, only her outline
>And that magical, flowing hair
>She descends gradually and the sun never reveals itself from behind her
>You look away to the opposite horizon where, suspicions confirmed, you see Luna's moon rising
>Celestia lands, stepping over and nuzzling your neck as you watch the moon find it's place in the sky
>"Thank you, Anon. I have to go, for now, but Luna will meet you shortly."
>You turn to speak to Celestia directly and catch a kiss on the cheek
>"Have fun!"
>She launches into the sky again, a shining white bullet
"What?"
>The sungrass comes to life
>You want to shout for Celestia to return so she doesn't miss the display
>A faint glow finds every individual orb, as if the field is an entity slowly opening its eyes
>A gentle breeze has the grass swaying, the lights dancing, your heart soaring
>All that good shit
>You're so preoccupied with the sungrass that you don't catch the black ominous clouds rolling in, obscuring every star above
>Save for a little opening that leaves the moon exposed
>You start to sway back and forth with the grass, feeling a little giddy
>You made this
>You and Celestia
>That's amazing
>"THOU WOULDST DANCE WITHOUT A PARTNER?"
>After you finish shitting out your heart you spin in a couple circles
>She's nowhere in sight
>But you know she's near
"Princess."
>Hot breath on your ear
>"Human."
>Luna steps around you, staring you down expectantly
"What's going on?"
>"I return for assisting in the organization of your courtship with sister, we have secured our own night of reprieve at your side"
>Shes wearing some sort of cloak over most of her body
>While the sky is blacker than you've ever seen, the still exposed moon paints the field in its light
>She's also wearing a fucking wild grin
"What does that mean?"
>"We wish it a surprise"
>You don't move
>She's been acting sketchy since yesterday
>And you haven't shown her some fiction folder of her own to magically set her route flag
>"Oh, is it that our company is not preferable? We could... contact sister."
>She averts her gaze, kicking at the ground with a forehoof
>"these plants are nice... we've not seen them before..."
>Waves of sudden guilt are punishing you
"No, it's fine. I'm sorry. I would love to."
>Her face recedes into the cloak
>You can't make out her expression for the shadows of her hood
>"We are pleased."
>Thunder cracks and you shit out the rest of your organs
>"LET COURTSHIP 'NEATH THE MOON COMMENCE!"


PART 2

 >Dark tendrils of smoke leak from the ground before you
>You look between it and Luna in concern
>She laughs manically as some sort of ominous totem rises from the smoke, swirling snakes of darkness lashing out at the sky as they make way
>Luna's eyes are aglow with twisted glee
"Jesus, Luna, what's going on!?"
>The black dust settles, revealing your computer
>Luna flips her hood back and snatches the mouse up with magic
"Uhhh"
>She presses a hoof to your mouth
>"Just a moment, Anonymous."
>She navigates the menus like a fucking pro, flipping through folders and subfolders
>[Luna]
>[Woona]
>[WoonaxPononymous]
>Luna's horn shines uncertainly for a moment, and fades
>She bites her lip and hums
>"Hmmmm"
>Her horn lights again and an image from the folder is selected, enlarged, and floats away from the screen, stretching into three dimensions and floating between the pair of you
>Little Woona is starry-eyed, an incriminating shadow cast over her face
>From behind is a semi-clear depiction of The green-skinned Anon as a stallion, advancing ravenously on the filly
>Luna walks over and throws a hoof over your shoulder, pointing at the image of Woona with her other
>"First of all: detestable! Shame."
>She bops you on the nose
>"Secondly: we are intrigued by the stallion. We've an idea. Are you averse to transformation?"
>Yes you fucking are
>But
>Lingering feelings of guilt from her earlier display
>On top of fresh guilt for one of the worst folders she could have discovered
>Lead you to hesitantly accepting whatever Luna has in store for you
"It's not permanent... is it?"
>"Oh no, no, probably not. And even if so, we imagine it will be wondrous and not too unkind a fate, even for a detestable lech such as yourself."
>In sharp contrast to your entirely pleasant day with Celestia, her little sister is hammering you into the ground
"I don't think-"
>A blinding burst of violet light shuts you up promptly
>A cloak of magical energy throws you to the side
>Hooves
>You kick off the lingering clouds of darkness, hoping to clear away some trick of the eye
>But the result is clear
>She turned you into a pony
>No arms, four legs
>You hoof at your face
>Strong jawline, shape of a muzzle
>You tap around your head and your hooves collide with a raging, veiny unicorn horn
>You shoot your wildest glare at Luna, who cocks her head to one side
>"Curious. We were expecting an earth pony of you."
>You make to shout at her and she claps your muzzle shut with two hooves
>"Ah ah, the theme of thy evening shall be anonymity."
>She releases your mouth
>"And pranks!"
>She nods toward your rear
>What is she... cutie mark
>You push out your flank and turn to look
>Your cutie mark is
>Luna's face, complete with playful wink and shit eating grin
>Her laughter echoes with jubilance along the wind-swept field
>"The first of many, Anonymous! We know you to be a sly sort, when one's mind is put to it. Let us take advantage of your unique imagination and wit. We will prank masterfully until dawn!"
>She flings a sting of magic at your ass, wiping the cutie mark away, and bounds away on her hooves
>A bouncing maneuver reminiscent of Pinkie Pie
>You huff in temporary defeat and follow, taking to walking on all fours easily enough
>This shit better be reversible
>The pair of you crest the nearby hillside to find a sleepy little town in the distance
>Oh
>Ponyville
>How convenient
>You're barreling down a hillside in pursuit of Luna
>The soft glow of Ponyville's lamps and lanterns is closing in gradually
>You do your best to keep up with Luna's bouncing but you have too little patience and experience with your quadrupedal state
>She's leaps and bounds ahead of you
>"Tarry not, Anon, lest your flank face another reversal of fortune!"
>In her next leap she does a barrel roll
>Halfway through it she looks along her belly at you, eyes alight with laughter, and fires a dark beam of magic
>Which nails you squarely in the ass
>You make a half committed stop and turn to observe the results, hooves clumsily wrapping around one another
>Now you're rolling down the hill
>Making record time, though
>Luna's deep, genuine chuckles are getting closer every second
>Until your inevitable collision
>You are now a tangle collection of hooves and horns
>Each bounce against the ground is jarring and painful
>Luna is laughing so hard a few snorts sneak into the mix
>The scenery you're rolling past changes
>Quaint little cottages and shops are zipping by you
>Or you're zipping by them
>You start to see pastel blurs as well - ponies out for pleasant evening strolls, no doubt
>As you lose momentum you take stock of your surroundings, preparing to smooth out the landing best as you can
>Luna pressing her hind-legs into your midsection give you pause
>"We've had an idea. Prepare."
>She grins, you gasp, and she kicks off of you, flying into the air, wings flared majestically
>You do some lazy flips through a hay bale display and land not-so-majestically in a fountain in the center of town
>You're sprawled out on the stone center of the fountain, legs spread, well placed jet firing colorful stream from between your legs every few seconds
>"Be wary, citizens! Tis the fabled rapscallion stallion! He'll jam his horn in all manner of places, regardless of your wants. Stallions or mares, he seems not to care!"
>Luna, you bitch
>Ponies are frozen mid-stroll, looking between you and Luna in confusion
>Luna's expression of mock-fear is beginning to waver
>You're bruised, you're soaked, and your legs aren't your own
>And considering the time you spent with Celestia earlier in the day
>You're dead tired
"Goddammit, Luna. I don't want-"
>You kick a few times, fighting to right yourself and stand
"I can't even get the hell up."
>Though you do just as you say so
>And you feel a stillness in the air
>A chill along your neck that comes with years of social misfires
>There's a mutter or two among the crowd
>You dare not look at Luna, hovering above you all
>You can feel her becoming disheartened
>C'mon, Anon
>Tis but a prank bro.
>You're normally one hundred percent up for tomfoolery like this
>Just because you're a little physically and emotionally drained, you're going to give Luna the business like this?
>When she's bravely revealing facets of her personality rarely glimpsed by anypony else
>Goddammit, Luna...
>You shut your eyes and spread your legs, adopting what you best imagine as a menacing stance
>Your eyelids snap open, wide, revealing a crazed hunger behind them
>And you being running terms through a fetish generator in your head
"poooniies. POOONIIIES!"
>You watch a dozen ears twitch upward, alert
"Ball gag! Cock ring! FUCK SWING!"
>They're backing away from the fountain
>You scramble out of it and take a spill in the dirt
>But you keep the crazy eyes, shouting and struggling
"Buttplug!"
>A few walk hurriedly away
"Flank paddle!"
>The rest are vacating briskly
"SADDLES AND RIDING CROPS!"
>Ponies enter full gallop, screaming as they flee
>Luna is screaming too
>But it's happier
>Nice save, faggot
>Luna lands at your side, hoof slung over your shoulder
>She uses you as support while staving off her laughter
>"R-Riding crop? You are truly a detestable creature, Anon. We adore it. We must admit we feared your spirit for pranking was diminished. It seems we merely fell victim to your devious stratagems."
>Yes
>You weren't just being a dick for a moment
"Well, let's keep it up. Who do we hit first?"
>Luna's expression of mock-confusion is a cute one
>"Why, whatever could you mean, Anonymous?"
"You said you'd helped coordinate the day so I imagine being so close to Ponyville was no coincidence."
>Her hoof pulls you in closer by the neck
>She whispers into your ear, eyes shifting back and forth comically
>"Easiest, first. Loyalty."
>She aims a hoof from beneath your muzzle, directing your line of sight to a single little cloud floating a few blocks away
>You're a little tense, levitating up to the cloud with no control over whether you fly away or fall to your death
>Only Princess Luna, who is floating you magically in between stifled giggles
>At least she's enjoying herself
>Dash's little sleeping form comes into view
>You reach out and latch onto the cloud for stability
>And your hooves pass right through it
>The shock and momentum sets your body into a lazy spin in midair
"D-Dash. Rainbow. Wake up."
>She uncurls from her ball and rolls on her back, wings flared loosely and mouth agape
>She's drooling
>You slap at her every revolution in the air, biting your tongue before you shout at Luna for not setting you right
>Slap
"Dash."
>Slap
"Dash, the fuck."
>A sharp buck catches you in the jaw and you start spinning like wild
>Might vomit soon
>"...the hay? W-Who are you?"
>You hear her scratchy, tomboy voice
"Help. Please."
>She sighs in annoyance, which transforms into a yawn
"Hurry..."
>Dash stops your wild gyroscope ride with a hoof
"R-Race me, nerd."
>You're upside down, so the line isn't delivered with all the moxie you had planned
>"Nerd?"
"Foot... er, hoofrace. Through town. Right now."
>She bats you away and stomps her little cloud out of existence, the tired shaken from her eyes
>Not from yours
>"We'll see who's the nerd."
>"HAHA! We shall!"
>"What?"
>Luna, you're supposed to be hiding you dunce
"We... we shall!"
>It feels like it's been days
>But that's probably just a product of your low-energy state
>Remember that? You're tired right now
>Crazy stuff, man
>You shuffle your hooves in the dirt, having taken a moment to really appreciate the new and unique sensations of dirt beneath the tough nail and soft padding of your foot
>Instead of between human toes
>"So are we going to stand around all night or are we racing? I want to hurry up and beat you so I can go back to sleep."
>You've always gotten along with Dash
>She's pretty chill. A bro, as it were
>But it can be difficult to stymie a kneejerk reaction to her brazen challenges of your masculinity
>Or something like that
"Pretty confident, there."
>Dash gives you a once over before snapping her wings to her side and lowering her body into a starting position
>"Uh, yeah. You look like you've never walked in your hooves, before. I think I've got this."
>You snort and assume your own, sloppy starting position
>"Okay. I know I've got this."
>You growl through gritted teeth, fully ready to fucking lose in a hoofrace with Dash
"Lucky you're cute."
>Dash recoils at your offhand comment
>And looks a little disgusted
>"Dude, are you gonna make this weird?"
>"GO!"
>Luna unmistakably shouts in the royal voice like a starters gun
>You launch off of your forehooves, rear legs overstretching and dragging along the ground awkwardly
>Dash launches past you in mere seconds, her coarse laughter echoing into the night
>She's apparently unperturbed by Luna's disembodied voice
>Your fight to drag yourself upright is cut short by a shroud of magic
>The Princess of Night appears soon after, lifting you up with a grin
>"The brilliance to be found in this particular prank would be Loyalty's own hubris."
>You spit out a tuft of admittedly palatable grass
"What do you mean? L-Like tortoise and hare stuff?"
>She grins wider
>"We have no idea what that means!"
"It's a story, like... like there's-"
>"Regale us with your erotic tales at another time, Anon. We have a race."
>Luna's magic gently tucks your hooves against your torso
>Your head is coaxed downward
>"For minimal wind resistance, of course."
>Luna winks as she explains herself
"Luna what, uhhh, what are we doing here?"
>At the least, she's gracious enough to let you speak your entire thought before you rocket through the air so suddenly that your breath vanishes
>You peel past a galloping little cerulean blue form, which squeals in surprise
>Holy shit, you passed her
>You can't think of a pony you've met who can brag the sa-
>Luna's grip on you actually waivers in the wake of rainbow streaking past you, sleeping birds and hunting bats fleeing into the night sky nearby
"Luna!"
>Luna's aura reforms around you, the owner shimmering into existence at your side in waves of sourceless moonlight
>"We promise not to drop you, but we must win."
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable."
>"Faster!"
>The sudden additional G's threaten to snap your neck
>Your stuck looking sideways, Luna following close by, determination etched into her features
>"She is quick. We knew of course, but hadn't yet witnessed it firsthoof."
>Watching the scenery whip by your head is making you ill, so you put up the fight to face forward
>And Rainbow is nowhere to be seen
>Luna beats her wings to move ahead of you, biting her lip in thought
>"Mmm, no, t'would surely disintegrate him."
"Say again?"
>You stop as abruptly as you had started, your stomach lurching into your throat
>"This will do. On to our next target!"
>You're so tired
>So tired
>How long has it been?
"Luna, it's been four days, can we stop hiding?"
>Luna's muzzle shifts mischievously between her hooves as she wriggles more tightly into her crouched position at your side
>"It has been ten minutes, Anon, exercise a modicum of patience."
>Cheeky horse
"Luna, she's seen us. You're not even hidden."
>Even if you were lying, her loud laugh would have made an honest man out of you
>"Preposterous! We are the Princess of the Night! Hiding is a specialty of ours."
>The bush outside if Fluttershy's house is barely containing Luna and yourself
>In fact, it's not containing Luna
>Her rump, in particular, is stuck high in the air beyond the leafy confines, tail swishing to and fro anxiously
>You've mentioned it several times and she doesn't seem interested
"Could you at least fill me in on the plan, here?"
>"You'll be challenging Magic to a duel."
"Mag- Twilight? Then why aren't we at the library?"
>"Kindness is too meek to prank directly. Though within her heart a fiery inferno rages!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
>Luna doesn't answer you, as is customary tonight
>Instead, she teleports away
>Seconds before a new magical aura drags you from the bush
>You'd probably be more annoyed with how much you've been magically slung around tonight
>But it beats walking as you inch further into exhaustion
>"What do you think you're doing outside of my friends house?"
>Twilight
>She's got that little authoritative scrunch to her nose at the moment
>She means it as intimidating but it's pretty cute
>You see Fluttershy peeking from behind her uncertainly
>The shy, frightened thing is cute too you guess whatever
>"Um, he looks sort of familiar."
>Twilight eyebrows lift
>"Are you following her or something?"
>So this is going south rapidly
"Duel. Me and you."
>Now she cocks her head to one side
>"Duel?"
"Yyyyes. I guess."
>You're positioned opposite Twilight in a grassy clearing a few yards beyond Fluttershy's cottage
>The only thing dividing the 20 feet of distance between the two of you is a lone yellow flower
>Your hooves are spread apart in an unnatural stance, you being uncertain of how to place yourself
>Twilight certainly looks ready
>Legs locked in an even spread across the ground
>Head bowed slightly with horn directed at you
>wings flared defiantly
>"Seeing as you refuse to elaborate any further, I'll suggest we follow the Canterlot Academy's magical duel guidelines. We will be performing spells on this flower. I will initiate. You will replicate and then introduce something new. We will do this back and forth until somepony cannot continue."
>A slow bloom of excitement and realization hits you
>You accepted that this would be a quick and embarrassing display of your innate inability, as a human, to perform magic
>But it's setting in that you aren't currently human in the strictest sense
>You have a unicorn horn and everything
>"Let's begin."
>Twilight's magic encompasses the flower, twisting and stroking each little leaf and petal
>The head of the flower begins to spit, a rainbow of colors spread from the center outward in a pretty little display
>The leaves bounce and wave like tiny arms, the stalk of the plant wiggling up and down something like a dance
>It's a tiny yet complex display that you surmise no amateur of magic is going to be able to replicate
>Twilight's smug, bookworm grin confirms this
>"Your turn."
>Nothing ventured, right?
>You lean your forebody toward the ground, horn leveled with the flower in a display of your gradual adaption to a different bodily awareness
>....
"How do I do it?"
>"I-I'm sorry?"
"How do I do magic?"
>Twilight stares you down unbelieving
>She turns the same look toward Fluttershy on the sidelines, who shrugs
>"You appear old enough... to... you've never... you challenged ME to a duel."
>A surge of energy suddenly erupts from your core
>It rebounds along your insides finding a path to your forehead
>You grin deviously
"Never mind. Figured it out."
>Heat and power coalesce in your horn
>You brace your ankles for the imminent wave of pure, raw magic
>Setting your sights on the flower, you angle your head lower and growl
>The magic builds, higher and tighter inside of you
>And it releases
>You're first greeted with a high pitched squeal which devolves into a series of stuttering pops
>You'd describe it as the beginnings of a cartoonish bowel movement
>Dim sparks of power pour erratically from your horn like a clogged salt shaker
>The flower is drained entirely of it's rainbow dancing qualities and reverts to its normal, unspectacular state
>It even appears a little less average than in the beginning; less colorful
>Fuck yeah
>You look up to find Twilight losing the battle to contain laughter
>Fluttershy is also lingering much closer, a look of motherly concern in her eyes
>Pity, even
>Meaning you've been identified as a 100% non-threat
>"I apologize. I may have gotten carried away with my first spell. It was relatively high level. Perhaps we can scale things down for the next round..."
>Of course she'd never admit, but she loves a chance to lord her magical skill over other ponies
>Though she normally politely reserves herself, you figure
>But with some strange stallion wandering around in a mares bushes in the middle of the night? No reason to hold back
>The flower livens again at Twilight's magical touch
>As it regains color, the body of the flower straightens
>The leaves draw taught and the petals bloom intensely
>The plant appears close to bursting apart as it stretches
>And it explodes
>Veins streak across the stem as it expands rapidly
>The leaves whip open, growing exponentially
>What is first the quiet rustling of leaves soon becomes the thick cloth-like thrashing of gargantuan foliage.
>The flower becomes a mighty, colorful tree
>Second try
>Fuck that giant awesome tree she just transfigured out of a flower or whatever
>You lock into position, load your horn with whatever this surge of energy inside of you is and
>The tree shrinks unremarkably beneath your leveled magical beam
>It doesn't quite return to it's flowery form, but surely doesn't remain a magnificent hulking oak
>It shrivels into something like a sickly palm tree, awkward and unhealthy fruit dripping from its mangled branches
>Twilight clicks her tongue, seeming less entertained this time around
>"It appears you have a fundamental misunderstanding of the appropriate channeling of magic and molding of material in our world."
>She trots forward and presses a hoof against the trunk of your sorry mistake
>"This is soft, grey, and uninspired, like your magic. I don't mean to come off offensively. I think I'd like to help you."
>You sit down on your haunches and shrug
"That'll give me time to grasp the prank at hand, here. Go for it."
>Twilight levels a questioning gaze at you, ignorant to Luna's offended gasp somewhere in the darkness.
>"Excellent. So, magic is equal parts precise measurement and dips into imagination. You have to pull from your subconscious and idea that you want made real. The look, feel, or smell of something in our world. Everything you've experienced is a blueprint to be mapped to something else. The effects will always be temporary, of course."
>She gestures to the tree which you realize has been slowly withering before your eyes
>It steadily reduces into a pile of rotten leaves and muck that dissolve away, revealing that original yellow flower
>"The concepts are a bit complex, but with time and practice even you can pinpoint the intricacies of transformative magic. Or any magic really. It's like trying to solve a puzzle. Over time the pieces will begin to make sense and"
>She prattles on but your mind leaves the lecture.
>'Puzzle' reminded you of something
>You relax in your sitting position, not bothering with the direction of your horn or manipulation of weird energies in your body
>You concentrate on the flower
>You imagine you are faced with an impossible puzzle.
>You are pacing the room in your head, mentally playing out potential solutions.
>You draw up some plans on the parchment in your minds eye
>You consult a secondary imaginary party for advice
>You work figurative days and nights trying to figure it out before dropping everything
>And solving the puzzle
>Stretch, pull, sweep to color, ad some orbs and a touch of goddess
>The flower sways gently in sudden presence of a colorless circle at its base
>The grass within the circle springs to life, morphing in shape, size, and color
>Each blade is tipped with an orb
>Each orb gains magical iridescence in the moonlight
>It was as effortless as anything could be, really
>Twilight's lecture dies in her throat
>"....what is that?"
>You smile
"Sungrass."
>The midnight air nearby shatters and Luna steps forth, mouth agape
>"This... This is creation magic. You created this, Anonymous?"
>"A..Anon?"
>Luna's expression is supremely difficult to place
>Because it's new to you, maybe
>Her heads whips from Twilight to Fluttershy to Sungrass to you
>"We...We declare temporary recess from pranking."
>Her magic envelops you without a word further from anypony present
>And you're carried away from the clearing
>The familiar lurch of teleportation coming to a halt rounds on your stomach
>The thick smell of freshly baled hay and old, damp wood greets your nose
>You're in a barn
>"Explain thyself!"
>You've been "thy'd"
>Luna moves with menacing certainty from a swirling wall of darkness that fades as she exits
>Curious, the darkness she moves through is actually darker than the lightless barn at night
>Also, you're tired
>In case anyone has forgotten
>Because Luna clearly has
>You sag on your feet and your flanks find a lower mass of hay, which you promptly promote to seating
"What would you like to know?"
>You mean to sound lazy
>Maybe a little annoyed
>But your words come out as snide and playful
>Luna advances on you, taking your head between her hooves and forcing it down
>Your muzzle is mashed into the silky fur of her chest
>A familiar sensation
>She's inspecting your horn, tapping it with a hoof and whispering things like "Curious" "Alas" and "Inconceivable"
"That thing is useless."
>"Oh, we are aware. Your magic was that of a foals, if we were to be generous. And yet..."
>You huff
>It affords you a whiff of the Night Princess
>Not that you had intended so
>She smells like flowers, much the way her sister does, but it's not as warm
>There are subtle differences
>A presence of something like earth... and rain...
>Funny enough the Princess of Day had a smell that might inspire a pleasant nap
>Luna smells of quiet power and energy
>You imagine going for a run with this in your nostrils
>"How is it you've performed creation magic?"
"Celestia helped. Or she showed me how, I guess?"
>Luna pushes you away, her mouth hanging open
>You miss the sensation of fur on your face
>Could've taken a nap against all that soft, sweet smelling goodness
>"You and sister..."
>She begins pacing the barn
>"While we certainly anticipated a degree of readiness on her part..."
>She stops and whirls on you, an accusatory hoof jabbed at your chest
>"You've not tricked her in some way?"
"What? No. Of course not."
>She levels a glare at you
>"When did this happen?"
"Err, on our date. Today."
>"Is that all, then? You and she casually birthed new flora? Was there an exchange of words? Romantic confessions? Perhaps you recited a poem."
"Luna, I'm not sure what you're looking for, here."
>She snorts, her wings flapping in agitation
>"What didst my sister do with this? State her reaction! This is no minor feat, Anonymous!"
>Through your mounting exhaustion you drum up the decency to blush
"She seemed really... pleased."
>She looks nonplussed
>"There were declarations of love, then?"
"Nnno. Not out loud, anyway? I didn't say it. We're trying to take things slow and-"
>"SLOW!?"
>The barn shakes beneath the weight of the royal voice
>You can hear wildlife outside scattering as the ringing in your ears fades
>"The magic of creation hath been shared with nary a soul beyond my sister and I!"
>You're a little shaken by her reaction
>Despite your generally poor attitude and hit-or-miss nature of the evening so far, you've enjoyed hanging out with Luna
>And despite her jokes at your expense once in a while, you've always found her to be pretty cool and composed
>Her disgruntled pacing and shouting is cause for some concern
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was such a big deal."
>She stomps one forehoof and plops onto her haunches
>Pouting
>"Of course it is."
>You nod, hoping to ride through her confusing mood shifts without much incident
>"We had hoped for friendly competition with sister, but as usual she has gained the upper hand almost immediately."
>Keep nodding, Anon, the answer the riddle that is this pony will arrive at some point
>"We have no choice but to escalate, if we wish to maintain a hoof in the race."
>A blast of magic rocks you onto your back
>You're acutely aware of every inch of your body
>Your limbs lengthen, hooves tapering into hands, feet, toes, and fingers
>Your neck shortens, your head shrinks, your torso elongates
>Unicorn horn is no more
>https://youtu.be/d_prbnabl3A [Embed]
>The stress of another transformation alongside the excess of the day leaves you 99% drained
>Though your body affords you a few final, dramatic seconds of consciousness
>"If our courtship is to be as successful as sisters, we must perform our own creation magic together."
>Luna's face appears to be beet red as your eyelids draw to a close
>And sleep finally takes you
>You're on an island
>Grassy earth ends abruptly in every direction
>The sea in which your island floats is that of stars
>Were you to step away from your island, any concepts of up and down would vanish with your footing
>So you remain
>Comets streak through the cosmic abyss, burning with a brilliance that allows you contentment despite being lost in space on a strange rock
"Asleep."
>A gentle laugh swims through the air and across your ears
>"Correct."
>Luna is here
>Was she here from the start?
>That doesn't matter
>She's staring into the starry expanse at your side
>You watch her mane flow in an ever-present unknowable breeze
>It looks like a cool pool of water that contains all the cosmos
>You'd like to touch it
>She responds well, leaning into your palm as it glides through her hair
>You watch your fingers as they explore the miniature universe on her head and neck
>The funny idea to pinch stars and galaxies crosses your mind, so you try
>The tiny stars and quasars flash gentle reactionary rainbows at your touch
>"You are enjoying yourself?"
>She seems as relaxed as you are right now, so you see no reason to stop
"This is really nice. I've always wanted to touch."
>"You've been wise to reserve yourself before now. To touch unbidden may yield undesirable results."
"Yeah... it's okay here, right?"
>She hums an approving reply and you continue stroking
>Worlds
>Galaxies
>The Universe
>Nighttime Horse
>Before long you find yourselves sitting down, Luna's prone from wrapped around your back and side, head resting in your lap
>You keep petting
>You're rolling stars and space in between your fingers
>They're like objects in a pool and you have some control over their positions
>You move this out of the way to better focus on that
>Some celestial objects pair together well
>Other clash in magnificent displays of light
>Luna quietly contemplates the space beyond her mane as you play
>"How do you feel about it?"
>She doesn't hint at your meaning, but you grasp it all the same
"Think I've got it. Not like the grass. This is more like water."
>You idly run your hand up and down her neck
>Her eyes are lidded, but still surveying the space beyond your hunk of land
>"A serviceable observation. If you are ready, we may begin."
>You nod and her eyes finally close
>You begin emptying your mind of anything beyond your hands in her mane
>Abandoning sensation within a dream is wonderfully easy
>Second nature, somehow
>The last of your bodily awareness - Luna's hooves weaving themselves between your legs, - fades away
>The island melts beneath you, leaving you both suspended in infinite space
>You breathe steadily for a long time
>Silent
>Both of you
>And then your hands move through her mane
>The unbound sky around you comes alive, distant clouds of ice and rock sliding away in a reflection of your hand movements
>Stars roll into the distance, their lights giving way to blank space
>Eventually you have an open palette of the heavens to paint in
>But what do you make?
>You don't have Luna-centric fiction as a guideline
>Actually, why is that?
>You've always enjoyed Luna, even before your trip to horseworld
>She seemed sweet
>In reality you got a pony who is a little more brusque and silly
>But still sweet
>You like Luna
>You should write fiction for her some time
>Maybe she'll like it as much as her sister did
>That would be good
"What do I make?"
>She opens one eye, meeting your gaze for the first time
>"Let us begin with a star."
>Smokey collections of light and color linger at your fingertips
>You swish them around, sampling their physical properties and behaviors
>While each strand of differently colored light mingles closely, none will combine
>"We could provide some clues, but we would like to see you find the answe-"
>You turn and lead strands of color as she speaks, working steadily
>Luna's commentary is cut short as you make a discovery
>While no two colors will mesh immediately, a sequence of multiple colors running against one another seems to prompt the emergence of new strands within the cloud
>Your fingers are dancing through Luna's mane with fine dexterity you weren't aware of possessing until now
>Color strands are winding among each other, tightening into beautiful, bright ribbons of light
>You're braiding the heavens
>Luna is laughing, more breathily than usual
>An almost provocative sound that invites some more untoward thoughts where a princess is concerned
>"One might suggest that human extremities are just as magically adept as any unicorn horn."
>You begin to put a spin on your ribbons of light, goading them into a constant spinning motion
>"Well, any unicorn horn save for your own, Anonymous."
>The throwaway jab rolls off of you like water on wax
>Outright insults to your mother might fall short in the presence of the wonder at your fingertips
>Luna's chin relaxes fully into your lap
>"....our apologies, Anon. We feel the need for jest as we are... mildly nervous. It is our first time performing creation with a being other than sister."
>You find the time in your experimentation to trace the area around one of her ears, fingers gliding down the side of her face and cupping her cheek, her mane following your motions along that your hand never leaves it
>She sighs contentedly and you shudder
>Which is weird
>You suddenly feel very nice
>A step outside of that relaxed sensation that has been dominant since the dream began
>Now it's closer to pleasure
>You release Luna's cheek to execute the next step in your bizarre and open strings of logic and experimentation
>You cup both palms around your now persistently swirling mass of light ribbons and compress with all your might
>Your hands are, in a sense, numb
>This makes it difficult to gauge what qualifies as 'all your might' within Luna's mane
>But a grand amount of light pours from the gaps between your fingers, reflecting against all the heavenly bodies surrounding
>And the ribbons explode in your palms
>Luna sucks in a breath and her body coils more tightly around your
>As if she's both trying to climb your torso and leave her head in your lap all at once
>You feel it too
>A jolt of desirable mental and physical feedback
>Slowly, your hands drift apart
>From within emerges a very small, but bright object
>It possesses a twinkling quality that denies a definitive shape
>You bring up a finger, allowing the creation to roll along the tip
>It is warm and soft to the touch
>You prod it against the vast empty space that is the blank palette in Luna's hair
>Her hooves squeeze your waist tightly
>Your legs tingle
>"You've done it. A star. You are a natural."
"Natural star smith. Who'd have guessed?"
>You gently flick the star once more and decide it's lonely
>It could join the legion of preexisting balls of gas
>Or
>You consider the creation of sungrass briefly and spring to action
>Moving not unlike a music conductor, you wave a series of swift, flowing gestures around the star, your eyes boring into it with focus and intent
>Thousands of colorful strands spiderweb out from your fingers, wrapping around each other and warping into new and fantastic shades
>You string and braid them together en masse
>Flick, wave, stretch, push, squeeze
>Luna has crawled halfway up your body
>She is nuzzling your neck, nibbling at your collarbone
>You grit your teeth
>You squeeze one eye shut with effort
>Hundreds of newborn stars explode forth
>Luna stutters and squeaks
>Stars among stars, brothers and sisters, pour across the blank space in Luna's mane and bleed over the borders, filling the infinite night sky with new light
>The world around you becomes foggy and uncertain
>Where are first you had no concept of up or down, you now most definitely feel weight from above and pressure from below
>As if you're sitting down
>On a collapsed bale of hay
>With Luna on top of you
>Dark wooden walls melt into your vision, like pastels dipped into water
>The unique smell of dry hay and damp grass moves against your nostrils
>As well as sweat
>And sweet breath
>"Er, sorry ta interrupt, but y'all are loud as all get out in here. Could ya keep it down a bit? O-Or, at least invite a girl along if you're gonna use her barn."
>The ocean of night sky is gone
>Instead there are four wood walls
>And Applejack, doing a pisspoor job of hiding her eyes behind her hat
>Oh, Luna as well
>Within whom your manhood is currently sheathed
>She is collapsed against you, greedily gulping in breath after breath
"Uhhh"
>"Our... apologies... Applejack. We meant... to return... to Canterlot first... but could not wait."
>Luna turns away from Applejack and looks up your chest into your eyes
>"We apologize to you as well, Anon. We would have maintained the dream but your performance features unexpected additions."
"I, uhh, didn't realize I was 'performing'."
>She blushes
>You find the mind to be a little annoyed
>She should look a little more ashamed at her presumptuous behavior than embarrassed at being caught
>"We will compose a list of apologies by tomorrow."
>You have mixed feelings about the fact that Applejack refused to leave the barn doorway as you and Luna separate
>It is her barn after all
>Luna stands upright, whipping her mane back and forth, wings flapping in what appears to be an effort to drum up some energy
>Her legs wobble, betraying her comely saunter toward the door
>"We'd like to observe the night sky for a moment. Anon? Applejack?"
>You snatch up your pants only to find the zipper has been annihilated
>Clues suggest horse teeth are the culprit
>"Y'all might wanna see Rarity about this."
>An orange hoof kneads at your lower half with a little too much familiarity
"Applejack, personal space."
>She pays little mind to your comment, sticking close to your side as you head outside to join Luna under the canopy of night in the waking world
>The princess in question is surveying the sky in an analytical squint
>"Hmmph."
>You join her, plopping down on the grass heavily
>What ever energy that little nap might have given you was drained from below
>Applejack's flank swings through your vision, dangerously close to your nose
>Her tail swishes around anxiously as she pretends to hunt for a prime sitting location
>It bats you across the cheek once or twice
>"Ah, sorry bout that 'Non."
"Is this going to become a thing?"
>"Reckon so, sugarcube. Ah like what I saw. Don't know that I can compete with no princess, but you can bet yer apples I'll try."
>You nudge her to the side, currently unwilling to reveal that those sweet apple flanks are superior even among the alicorns
>She plops down on your other side and the two of you join Luna in observing the sky
>"It's a really nice sky tonight, Princess."
>"Thank you, Applejack. Though we were hoping for some new additions."
>You sweep the still-foreign heavens for yourself
>You've had Equestrian constellations recited to you via Luna, Twilight; even Trixie found the time at one point
>But you couldn't point out a new cosmic body if you were asked to
"Why would there be new..."
>It hits you
"Luna, what we did in the dream..."
>Luna nods, never taking her eyes from the sky
>"The effect is not as immediate as more earthen creation like your grass, but yes - we made stars. Or we should have. Delay is to be expected we suppose. The light has to travel some distance first."
>To review the sky again, confident that you could somehow pick out yours from the thousands present, seeing as you molded them by hand
>You quietly tell yourself not to shit your pants if you find them
>"Ah figure it looks the same as normal. Few more shootin' stars than usual."
>"You're correct. We are moving a few things around to see if they're hidden in some space dust or-"
>Applejack gasps along with you
>The sky wasn't exactly dull before
>But it abruptly comes alive in a shower of sparkling lights, zooming into view
>Any constellations that did exist may well need to be reimagined in the presence of a brand new panoply of stars
>Luna is clopping her hooves together with sheer excitement
>She throws a hoof around you for a hug soon after
>Though not exactly invited, Applejack joins
>"You're wondrous, Anon! The perfect catalyst for creation magic!"
>"Anon did that? That's amazin'!"
>"Indeed! Now naturally sister will feel the need to exceed our creation with her own. The spirit of competition is alive! We can feel it!"
 
>Eventually you and the princess travel back to Canterlot, where Celestia is locked in combat with an overgrowth of rapidly mutating sungrass, which has since become vicious semi-conscious bioluminescent trees of immense size
>The following night the sky would warp and crack beneath the furious flames of a thousand new, supergigantic stars
>The result is you and two princesses locked in a near continuous ritual of molding magic and hard rutting, all for the sake of maintaining balance in Equestria
>Could be worse
>The creation magic you performed with AJ could see demon apples on the horizon
>Here's hoping

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