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- >You are the face of Equestria.
- >You rule with your sister by your side, two princesses without a prince.
- >Well, to be honest, you're the only one without a prince.
- >Your sister found a special somepony a while ago.
- >He's a nice stallion.
- >You think his name was--
- >An earth-shattering boom rocked the throne room as a strange creature is suddenly there.
- >As you regain your hearing, you hear something about some "John Connor"
- >He's a...
- >Well...
- >You aren't sure what he is.
- >You only think it's a he from the dangling appendage hanging for his midsection.
- >Stop looking at that.
- >Stop it.
- >Stooop.
- >...
- >Okay, another glance couldn't hurt.
- >He's in a weird position.
- >One hoof is on his back leg in a half-crouch like stance.
- >The other in almost embedded in the palace floor.
- >He(?) turns to look at you, and it feels like he's staring straight into your soul.
- >And holy you, you think you like it.
- >You are Anon.
- >And today is your birthday.
- >You were hanging out with some friends at the pool, being an all around idiot like you do.
- >Key word there was “were”
- >Because, as you jumped into the pool, doing your best Ahhnold Swollenpecker impersonation, you were suddenly somewhere you didn’t want to be.
- >Well, not that you didn’t want to be.
- >More like
- >Somewhere you didn’t think existed outside of a fucking kids show.
- >Yeah. That fits.
- >As the water rose up to meet you, a faint shimmer caught your eye, as if the water suddenly had another layer of reflectivity.
- >Huh.
- >The water feels a lot less wet that normal.
- >And the bottom of the pool looks a lot like a castle.
- >And there’s a nice wind on your—
- >OH FUCK THAT’S A CASTLE BRACE FOR IMPACT
- >Fuck it.
- >Might as well see it through.
- >If you play your cards right, you'll only die looking semi-autistic.
- >Smashing through the roof, you find you barely feel the impact.
- >Apparently your brace levels are higher than you thought.
- >All that’s audible over the marble being crushed is “…John Connor.”
- >Still smooth as fuck.
- >Why is everything suddenly so breezy?
- >Surveying your surroundings, you realize you’re in the presence of what looks to be royalty.
- >You start to bow when it hits you.
- >WAIT A FUCKING SECOND THESE ARE PONIES
- >And one of them seems to be staring at you.
- >You wonder why.
- >Being polite, you return the eye contact.
- >The pony in question exudes an air of regality.
- >And you smell something slight musky in the air.
- >Hang on.
- >She’s not looking at your eyes.
- >You follow her gaze down.
- >Jesus nigger on a cracker in a basket of baby kittens on top of a bottle of vodka, you’re naked.
- >Your jimmies are officially rustled.
- >Permission to expand?
- >Denied. Return to cryosleep, dong.
- >Fuck you and your rules. Expanding anyway.
- >Your gaze remains on her eyes, pokerfacing with the best of them as dong goes against orders and assumes direct control.
- >Moving area of influence. Legs now under control.
- >CAN NO ONE QUELL THIS MUTINY?
- >None shall best me. Pancreas, you are now mine.
- >Glaigh nmphf hrungnr
- >Glad to hear it.
- >Walking toward the one with a sun tattooed on her, you raise a hand to her against your will.
- >Dong is reaching critical mass now.
- >Now only a few steps away, you brush your hand against her cheek, watching as it flushes red.
- >Immediately you’re thrown and pinned to the ground as several identical looking other ponies with glowing horns circle around you.
- >The large white one cries out to stop them as they drag you off to Tran knows where.
- >You awaken some time later in a haze, not entirely sure of recent events.
- >Upon trying to move your arms, there’s the telltale rattling of chains.
- >The same could be said for your legs.
- >Opening your eyes, you can see you’re in a dimly lit cell.
- >Fucking great.
- >You have no way to tell what time it is.
- >At least you have a pillow and a blanket.
- >What feels like hours go by before you hear anything that sounds like someone coming.
- >You look to your cell door, only to see the white horse from earlier.
- >Thankfully the dong overlord has gone back into his slumber.
- >And it’s at this point you realize you have the worst headache ever.
- >It feels like someone is driving hot nails, covered in salt and lemon juice with a nice side of hot chili oil to go over the top.
- >Whether it was the adrenaline from plummeting to almost certain death, or just inattention, you failed to notice the horrendous pain in your skull.
- >It feels like it was shattered into a million pieces.
- >You cry out in pain, and the white horse immediately moves to your side.
- >Her horn lights up and a sense of calm washes over you.
- >You don’t know what it is about her, but she makes you feel safe.
- >Only slightly tainted by the fact that you’re still naked, and she’s staring at your junk again.
- >As you slowly try to get up, Anon Jr. meets no resistance in his attempt to do the same.
- >Her pupils shrink to pinpricks and she starts to drool a bit.
- >A fresh wave of pain brings you back to reality, as another scream escapes your throat.
- >As if snapped out of a trance, the horse moves to your head, trying to put her horn on it.
- >You struggle against your chains, only serving to cause tidal wave after tidal wave of agony to cascade throughout your being.
- >As she makes contact, you cease. You feel like you’re floating.
- >Your vision grows black and you finally succumb to the sweet release of unconsciousness.
- >…
- >…
- >Another horse, this time a regal-looking blue colored one, meets you in the vast, dark expanse that is your mind.
- >”Fear us not, strange creature. We wish you no harm. We come here to tell you…”
- >That floating feeling again.
- >Interspersed with a voice calling out to someone or something.
- >”Ca. .ou h.ar us? It… akin… ister…”
- >”Follow my voice.”
- >It was the most soothing voice to ever grace your ears.
- >Immediately you felt safe again.
- >For some reason this land didn’t feel so strange anymore.
- >Somehow it felt like it was where you belong.
- >Almost like it was…
- >Home.
- >You are controller of the sun.
- >And your sister is currently trying to get past you.
- >”Sister, you must let us see the furless one. We must make sure he is not dangerous, if it is even a ‘he’.”
- “Trust me Lulu, it is most definitely a ‘he’.”
- >You catch yourself drooling a bit at that, remembering just how firm he looked.
- >Your little ponies are squishy, so a nice, strong, toned male is exactly what you need.
- >Buck, given enough time, you could shape him into king material.
- >Then nopony would question your claim to the throne.
- >In healing him, you exposed just enough magic to his system to keep him functioning indefinitely.
- >Perfect.
- >He would be yours, and you weren’t about to let your sister steal him like before…
- >You don’t really like remembering that time.
- >The sun stayed below the horizon for days.
- >But all that’s changed! You’re a different mare now.
- >A mare with a hyooman coltfriend.
- >You are Anon again.
- >And you are still stuck in the dungeon.
- >On the bright side, WhiteHorse as you’ve started calling it, has been visiting you.
- >The two of you talk. She keeps saying her name is Celestia, but you like Whitehorse better.
- >You tried calling her Sunbutt once.
- >Her legs started shaking, and she licked your face for some reason.
- >Never doing that again.
- ”What in Equestria do you think you’re doing?”
- >“Moving the hyooman to a place where he would feel more welcome, dear Tia.”
- >But he needs to stay in the dungeon, where he can’t run away—Hurt anypony! Where he can’t hurt anypony!”
- >Luna eyes you suspiciously, but stays her course, moving him to her private bedchambers in a most undignified manner.
- >He is asleep, on her back and secured by a blue aura of magic.
- >You can’t help but think she’s touching his body underneath the fabric.
- >Her magic, feeling all around his form… Touching his soft skin, rubbing him from his chest all the way down to his…
- >Your thoughts trail off and come to an abrupt halt when you realize you’re drooling all over the hall, your sister nowhere in sight.
- >You are Luna.
- >And hyoomans feel nice on your back.
- >You should do this more often.
- >Your magic forms tendrils, which you use to explore his physique.
- >No wonder Tia likes him. He feels so ni—
- >Yep, definitely a “he.”
- >You haven’t seen her this head-over-hooves in a long time.
- “Just what is so alluring about you?”
- >”Where the hell am I?”
- >The response startles you. You didn’t feel him shift as he woke up.
- “You are on your way to our royal chamber. We thought you would enjoy a change in scenery.”
- >”We? You mean you and Sunbutt?”
- >You stop, blushing at him knowing the nickname you gave your sister in a more… experimental stage in your life.
- “N-no. It is the royal we. We use it when addressing ourselves. We forget it can be confusing for somepony not as versed in royal etiquette.”
- >”Makes sense, I guess. But why do I feel tingles all over my body?”
- “Er, well, we were merely—Here we are, the royal bedchambers!”
- >You lift him off your back, risking one more quick feel of his body before setting him in a chair.
- >He doesn’t seem to have noticed.
- >Perfect.
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