Sugar Rush (AnonxLunaxCereal)

Check the clock
>It's 4:00 A.M.
>You are prepared to take control of your life.
>You've gone several hours since your last fix.
>You are jonesin. Yes sir, you are jonesin.
>At this hour no one will dare impede your quest for the holy grail
>You open up the chest at the foot of your bed and pull something out.
>You slip on your grey cloak of sneaky stealthness
>Actually, it's just a snuggie with your name stitched on across the chest but you attribute supernatural power to it all the same.
>You shimmy out of your room, and into the grand hallways of Canterlot Castle.


shimmy shimmy shimmy
>You glide across the marble floor, quiet as can be.
>You are like a super-comfy phantom that haunts the corridors of the castle, forever yearning and hungering
>"Hee hee hee!" You giggle.
>The kitchen becomes ever closer.
>You arms flail around, sleeves billowing in the moonlight.
>Twists and turns are made. You fly down immense staircases and speed through grander entry ways.
>You wafting and waving creates enough wind to blow out nearby candles.
>And then you come to a hault.
>You arrived.>

>Yes. It is now time.
>Your cravngs can no longer be fought.
>Rationality has left you. There is no longer an Anon. Just a base animal running on pure instinct.
>And the animal is hungry.
>You bare your teeth and flash a predatory grin.
>Every last living cell in your body is trembling at the thought of consuming the greatest, most savory thing to ever been made.
>Motherfucking CEREAL!
>Made in a bigass bowl, drenched in ice-cold milk, and devoured with the largest spoon in the castle.
>The lights are off in the kitchen. But it is of little consequence. You've sneaked and tip-toed your way through the lightless room many nights before, and intend on doing so many nights henceforth.
>You flow to the pantry like water.
>Your hand opens the door
>Memory tells you exactly where the cereal is kept.
>A hand reaches out....
>You have it.
>As you bring it towards you a force pulls it away.
"WHO GOES THERE??"
>"The fuck?"

>The lights come on.
>IT BURNS, SWEET HEAVENS ABOVE!
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
>"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
>You and Luna simultaneously put hands and hooves over each other's mouth.
>The cereal falls to the ground, but Luna uses her magic to catch it before it can spill.
"You fool, you nearly dropped it!"
>"If you weren't being a creeper that wouldn't be an issue!"
"We are no creeper! We do not stalk strangers and explode! Besides, you are not authorized to be in the kitchen without an attendant. Especially at this hour!"
>"Well what about you?"
"We are the co-ruler of Equestria, and thus can go wherever we please whenever we please!"
>"Shouldn't you be putting the moon down or putting the stars in a plastic baggie or whatever?"
"We have it on auto-pilot, it's as simple enough exerci- No. We not explain ourselves. Anon what in my sister's name are you wearing?"
>SHE DARES QUESTIONS THE SNUGGIE?
>"This, I'll have you know, is mankind's greatest breakthrough in comfort and the preservation of body warmth, and also the best sneaking suit in several dimensions."
"You look like a charlatan. And why, might we ask, are you trying to make off with OUR cereal?"

>"Humans require massive amounts of sugar every few hours. Cereal contains that sugar. I must feed."
"Is that so? Well crafting the night sky drains us of our precious stamina and magical ability. We also require the quick energy of cereal. The so-called Coco Pebbles provide it most readily."
>She flips her trippy floating mane. The stars within shimmer with agitation.
"Well, at least we now know who's been eating the royal cereal stockpile. And this is the very. Last. Box. If you relenquish it, we will not have you thrown in the dungeon for a million years."
>"You should get the shackles ready then, because you're gonna have to wait. I eat mine out of a big ol' bowl. You'll have to settle for the Raisin Bran."
"HOW DARE THEE! RAISIN BRAN IS FOR UNCULTURED SWINE AND ELDERS WHOSE DIGESTIVE SYSTEMS ARE IN POOR FORM!"
>She's unleashing the motherfucking fury on you, Anon. Are you a bad enough Dude to stand up to Luna?
>Damn Skippy's Peanut Butter I am.
>"Well I'm sure those old people would be glad to share some with you. Hope you like raisins, glitter-face."
>She fumes and stomps her hooves.
>You pick up the cereal and wrap it safely within the warmth of your overflowing sleeves.
>"If you'll excuse me, I have a bowl of cereal to make.
"You will give us what is ours."
>"Make me."
>She straightens up and gives a slick grin. An evil, growing laugh is heard as her hair lights up and her eyes start glowing.
>This scares you more than a little.

>The box begins to pull from your sleeves. It glowed as it was enveloped in Luna's magic.
>Oh no ya don't, you voodoo bitch-witch.
>You grab onto it with both hands
"Drop the box! You cannot win this one, Anon!"
>"NEVVEEERRR!"
"Your stubberness will not avail you, human."
>She lifts you into the air and shakes the box dramtically. You flail in all directions like a cowboy hanging on desperately to raging bull, but you hold.
>You laugh.
>Luna groans loudly and slams you into the ground.
"FINE! We'll just make the bowl then."
>She pulls a bowl out of the pantry and sets it on a counter. You and the box are levitated to the bowl.
>She's looking ever so smug as she opens the box and begins to pour.
>However that smugness is turned into an never ending well of pissed off as you grab the bowl and smash it to the ground.
>She hoofs you in the gut.
>"gonna...have to try better than that, Princess."
>She gets out another bowl.
>you smash that one too.
"You cannot break all the bowls, Anon."
>"Challenge accepted!"


>You release the box and grab all the platters within the cabinet.
"No! You maniac!"
>You give a wild cackling howl. With crazed eyes you empty the cabinets, all the cabinets, of bowls and smash them on the ground.
>You throw them on the wall.
>The ceiling.
>You smash one on your face.
>Luna tackles you.
>The two of you grapple for minutes. You pull on her fur. She bites at your ear, and tears at your Snuggie.
>That alone is enough to seal her fate.
>Her wings begin to flap and soon the pair of you are airborn. She slams you against the wall and drags you across the kitchen.
>Pots, pans, open pantry doors and wooden beams slam against your head.
>You get wicked friction burn, but you do not yield.
>You sock her in the stomach. She grunts.
"Oh, We shall have your head for that one."
>"Good. You can pull the cereal out of my mouth after you chop it off."
"RRAAAAGH!"
>She headbutts you in her fury.
>This alicorn ain't shit, that barely made your nose bleed.
>The sound of breaking glass echoes throughout the castle.


>You grab onto her ears and begin to pull.
>Her eyes go cross and her wings go wild.
>The two of you go spiraling down to the ground.
>Mayday, Mayday, pilot to ground control, we're losing altitude.!
>Pilot, this is ground control, you looked pretty fucked from down here.
>The two of you scream as you crash head first into a sink filled with water and dishes set to sink overnight.
>You clamber out, soaking yet, bleeding, and groaning in pain.
>Your Snuggie is ruined. You look like a hobo. You can't even read your name on the chest anymore.
>Luna isn't in too hot shape either. Her mane is frazzled, and her wings are extremely ruffled. She lost two of her shoes and her crown fell off.
>The two of you collapse on the ground.
>The kitchen is only filled with the sound of exhausted breathing.
>You just want to die.
>No.
>Fuck that noise.
>You came down here for cereal.
>And you're going to eat cereal.
>Slowly, agonizingly, you pull yourself up to your knees.
>You see a massive stone cauldron in the wall furnace.
>The only whole piece of dishware available in the kitchen.


>You crawl towards the cereal box and cradle it in your arms.
>The foldable top has been torn off, and the edges are hopelessly threaded, but it has not been completely obliterated yet.
>You drag yourself towards the cauldron.
>Luna opens a slightly swollen eye.
"What...are you doing...human?"
>"I told you. I. Need. Sugar."
"We will...not be outdone...by a shaved monkey..."
>She gets up. Her horn gives out short, loud sparks as she limps towards the fridge.
>With her nose she opens the door and grabs a huge fucking container of milk.
>Her eyes are bloodshot and wide with determination.
>She makes her way towards the cauldron.
>You tip the box into it.
>The sound it makes as it hits the bottom is like gold falling to the floor.
>Sweet chocolately flakes bounce against the black bowl and echo into the most primitive part of your brain.
>A shiver goes down your spine.
>Luna nudges you aside. Your head rests against the rim of the cauldron as she opens the container with what little bit of magic she can muster.
>Watching the milk fall was one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen.
>It made contact with the cereal and everything just sung.
>Luna cast the container aside and she also lay against the bowl.
>Her eyes closed as she listened to the music made by the milk and cereal dancing with each other.
>Pure white necter mixing with god's very mana did much to soothe your soul, if not your actual body.
>She sighed happily.


>This is all you wanted.
>The coco pebbles floated, reminding you of swirling leaves in autumn. So crunchy.
>There are spoons next to you. You grab one tightly. The tarnished instrument was secrued beneath bruised knuckles.
>You raise it high into the air.
>You plunge it downwards with the force of a vengeful god.
>But you stop just sort of the milk's surface.
>Luna's teal eyes are half-lidded. Her mouth drawn into a look of defeat.
>Her fur is ruined, and face is dirtied. A small whine slips from her lips.
>The damnable organ that is your heart speaks to you.
>You listen to it.
>You grab another spoon.
>You hold it out to her.
>She looks at you with uncertainty.
"Is this some kind of trick, human?"
>You shake your head
>"Cereal is the one thing I take seriously, Princess."
>It is slowly wrapped in her magic and pulled close to her.
>"We go at the same time, deal?"
"Deal."
>The two spoons break through the milk and scoop up its precious cargo.
>Hungry, thirsty mouths open up and accept their treasures.
>You both make moans of relief and undeniable pleasure.
>It's cut short as you stare at each other. Luna blushes and you avert your eyes in slight nervousness.


"It's..it is our favorite."
>"Yeah, mine too."
>You both laugh nervously.
"We...sometimes let our urges get the better of us."
>"Yeah...I might have caught onto that."
>She playfully slaps a wing against you.
>"Ow."
"Sorry."
>"No, it's okay...I get it. Cereal is...it's something else."
>You eat a few more spoonfulls.
>It's soooooo gooooood.
>Your eyes cross a little bit as you eat, quietly munching away in the ruined kitchen.
>Soon enough it's all gone.
>You both rest your heads along the pot.
>The two of you somehow scooted closer as you ate.
>Your staring into her eyes.
>Even half swollen and somewhat crusted with dried tears, they still look lovely.
>She's trying to get at an errant flake of cereal that's sticking to the side of her mouth.
>Her slim tongue laps out and tries to reach for it, but it's just...too...far.
>"Uh...let me help you with that."
>You reach out for the flake and bring it just in front of her lips.
>Her tongue takes it from your finger tip. She crunches on it.
"Thank you."
>Anon, what the fuck did you just do?
>I do not know.


>"C'mon, let me help you up."
"We think you need more help than us."
>"Well, we'll just help each other, I suppose."
"Deal."
>You held an arm out to her side and she wrapped a wing around you.
>Slowly, the pair of you grunted as you lifted each other off the floor.
>You shakily for a moment.
>"Are we good?"
"We believe so. We'll take one step on three, yes? One...two...thre-"
>You fall on top of each other.
>The pair of you groaned in pain, but it eventually just faded off into weak laughter.
>She just collapsed on top of you and began to breathe slowly.
"Perhaps we should just rest for another moment.
>"Yeah...good idea."
>You stared at her. Her mane just trailed off her back and ran down your side like a stream.
>Even battered as she was, there was an undeinable allure to the Princess.
>Something inside you just...sorta clicked.
>And then you did something silly.
>Maybe it was because of the endorphins being rushed to every part of your body
>Or the desire to distract yourself from the overwhelming pain.
>Maybe even the normal urge of unrivaled stupidity your overcome with every now and again.



>But you knew your body needed more sugar.
>You came in close and kissed her.
>Her hooves wrapped around your shoulder, and she kissed you back.
>Apparently so did she.
>Your mouths opened up more and more as you began to breathe heavily against each other.
>Your own breaths began to overtake each other. You started to take in her scent, the smooth texture of her mouth and lips.
>Holy....fuck is her tongue flexible.
>It runs across your own tongue, wrapping and stroking around the roof of your mouth like a gymnast doing fucking cartwheels.
>Your brain is losing it.
>Hands pull and stroke along the feathery ruff down her neck.
>She giggles as your fingers dances around her.
>The sound of her warm exhalations excite you to no end.
>You can still taste the coco pebbles on her.
>It is the single greatest thing you've ever experienced


>You pull back, utterly exhausted. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak and bruised.
>Luna is the brightest shade of red right now.
"Um...er...um..."
>She looks around the room.
>She's still holding onto you.
>"Should we....clean up or something."
"Buck that idea. Otherwise why do we employ servants? This is our castle."
>She nuzzles into your chest.
"And we can make a mess whenever we please, wherever we please."
>She turns red again and pulls herself off of you.
"But should anyp0ny ask, you were helping us with...starcharts. Yes."
>"Okay. Ghosts did it."
"Of course. This castle is very old and incredibly haunted."
>"Freaking spooky is what it is."
>You heard somep0ny call out from down the hall.
>"Quick, we gotta book it."
>You stand up and the pair of you run towards the door.
>"Um. Princes...I...uh...?!?!?!"
"We'll see you at breakfast.  Talk to you later."
>She gives you a peck on the cheek and flies off.
>You stand there, absolutely dumbfounded.
"HEY, WHO'S THAT THERE?"
>You fucking run.
>You hope they serve pancakes today.

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THE END