Lost in Translation [clop and stuff] (Princesses/Anon)

> Be Celestia
> Ever since your guard found a creature stumbling out of the Everfree, you have been troubled
> It, no, he, most emphatically he is like an animal, yet not quite
> His eyes gleam with intelligence, yet the noises he makes are unintelligible
> Twilight is working on the meanings behind the different noises, but there is little progress
> And, for some reason, you feel jealous of her time with the anomaly
> You have time to visit only rarely, but when you do, you feel his eyes upon you very keenly
> He is an omnivore, a picky one at that, and so you can't shake the feeling he wants to eat you, or...
> Luna joins you at the balcony over the enclosure
> "Your dreams are troubling, sister."
"I know."
> She glances down at the creature
> "I do not see why it fascinates you so."
"He is not an it!"
> Luna raises an eyebrow at your heated response
> "I was speaking of his malformed stallionhood. Turn from this path, sister, lest you become guilty of more than idle fantasy."
> You feel blood rush to your face
> For all that you had missed her these long centuries, you would rather your dreams be a bit more private
"I- I know. It's just, I can feel it. He is intelligent, he can learn simple things, I could...tame...him."
> Luna frowns
> "I know things have changed since I last walked Equestria, but bestiality is still controversial at best."
> You know
> You wonder if part of the attraction is because it is taboo
> Still, your gut feels differently
"What of his dreams? Are the close to that of a dog or a pony?"
> Luna huffs
> "I cannot say. There is higher order clarity, yet lower order aggression."
"Similar to griffons?"
> "Yes, but even more aggressive. Sometimes he dreams of killing, Celestia. Not hunting, but murder."
> You shiver, from more than just fear
> Your sister sighs
> "I won't feed your fascination any more. Please, reconsider."
> You give a sigh of your own
"Sleep well, Luna dearest."
> She nods and walks away, pausing to look at you from the threshold of the door before disappearing into the castle
> For all her words of warning, you find the fire of your
> curiosity
> stoked to an uncomfortable degree
> If only there was a way to give him the intelligence of a pony, then you could-
> Well, it is past time for you to return to your chambers and work out some of your frustration
> Perhaps use the specially commissioned facsimile of a certain limb
> You turn from the enclosure, your marehood winking from behind your tail

> Be Anon
> Magic horses are shit at learning English
> Still, the  big white one has a nice ass, so there's that

> Be Anon, officially bored human
> Got the paperwork right here, signed by a lawyer, two judges and some kind of minister
> Okay, you may have just written it all in the dirt and made up the signatures, but it's still official
> You think you're in quarantine
> What with being from another planet, it would suck if you gave everyone smallpox or something
> Doesn't make it any less dull
> Oh hey, the purple one is back
> The magic forcefield ripples around her as she steps through
> She starts to whinny at you, then notices your official declaration of boredom
> Her jaw drops
> Then she looks at you in bewilderment
> It's not that hard to understand
> Maybe if you say it slowly?
"I...am...bored. Booooorrreeed."
> Starbutt scowls in concentration, her lips contorting as she tries to process this
> Maybe the magic horses are a race of retards
> Living in the buildings made by some alien race
> Then it hits you
> You are going to have to be Daniel Jackson
> Shit
> "W-wahrd"
> Or not
"Close? It's more like bored. Boooorrrrrrrrrred."
> Her lips flex some more
> You'd be turned on if it wouldn't feel like bestiality
> Seriously, these horses are dumb
> "Whperd?"
> She points at your declaration
> Finally, some progress
> You nod emphatically
"That's right. That says I'm bored. Here, you are having trouble with the concept, let me spell it out for you."
> You crouch and write in the dirt
"B"
"O"
"R"
"E"
"D"
"Bored. Brought to you by the letter 'all the damn time.' "
> The mare trots in place for a bit, clearly excited about something
> Must be nice
> Then she draws a triangle on the ground
> Alright
> You draw a triangle too, equilateral because that is objectively the best triangle
> You also draw a square, because why not
> Starbutt sits and clops her hooves together
> Yes, applaud the great shape drawer, Anonymous the human
> You draw a pentagon
> She draws a hexagon
"Oh, it's on."
> Fuck, she stuck you with the odd number ones
> It takes a bit, but the seven sided thing comes out okay
> A little wobbly
> She draws an octagon
"Yeah, let's just skip to the end."
> You draw a circle
> More like an oval, but who cares?
> Apparently Starbutt, because she gallops away
> Are circles offensive?

> Be Twilight Sparkle
> You dreamed this day would come
> Not only are you studying an alien, but you will have to communicate with math!
> You barge into Celestia's chambers
> She looks up at you from her pile of documents
> "Yes?"
> You grin
"He's intelligent! He understands numbers, sequences, and geometry! I think he has a writing system too."
> Your wise and powerful teacher shifts a little
> "Really? Tell me more."
"He wrote something in the dirt, he called it a wird or something. Then I-"
> "A word? Maybe he's using an dialect from ancient Equestrian?"
> You shake your head slowly
"He's an alien. There's now way we would share lingual roots, unless... we came from another world, and humans stayed there and are ruled over by the ponies that stayed! It all makes sense!"
> Celestia shifts again
> "Do you really think he is used to ponies ruling over him?"
"How else do you explain how calmly he let us capture him, and put him in the enclosure? He might be an escaped servant, or a lost rebel! Come with me, I have to see how he reacts to your regal presence!"
> You can see her pretend to be reluctant
> "Very well, Twilight. I have spent too long cooped up in here."

> Be Anon
> It'd be nice if they gave you some clothes
> It's warm enough that you don't mind being naked, but sitting on the dirt isn't the most comfortable thing
> You still aren't sure if you should erase the circle (oval)
> Well, you know one thing
> Bitches love triangles
> You draw about a dozen
> The purple one returns with the queen of ass
> You're pretty sure magical horse hierarchy is determined by booty size
> Starbutt whickers excitedly at your magnificent offering
> Art like this should be preserved for future generations
> Sunrump has eyes only for you, though
> Can't blame her
> You smirk at the mare
> She starts walking slow circles around you, admiring
> Dat ass
"You like what you see? I know I do."
> Whitebooty snorts and whuffles from behind you, her breath hot against your neck
> Looks like someone wants some petting

> Be CelestiaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
> Oh wow
> His claws feel amazing on your face, stroking your neck
> You thought you would just sniff him, but no, this is much better
> Oh, but he does smell nice
"Keep going you glorious thing!"
> Twilight looks up from measuring the triangles with a protractor
> "Teacher, are you al-"
> She looks away modestly
> "I-I see he, ah, is used to serving mares. Oh my."
> Poor Twilight, perhaps you will let the anomaly tend to her next
> Oh!
> Your forelegs buckle as he scratches your back vigorously
> Maybe tomorrow, Twilight

> Be Anon
> You swear, magic horses are like cats or dogs or something
> The big one practically melted when you started petting her face
> Purple is looking away, guess she really likes shapes
> As you start scratching Sunrump's back, she lowers her front end
> You are oddly reminded of a cat in heat
> You make your way back, and
> Oh
> Yeah, just like a cat in heat
> Just to be safe, you scratch her back a bit longer, listening to her satisfied snorts and panting
> Your hands travel progressively further back, until

> The creature is grabbing your butt
> You look at him with wide, hopeful eyes
"Go ahead. Please your master."
> "T-teacher?"
> You turn a loving gaze on your student
"I think your experiment is a success."
> She blushes
> "I didn't think that- that he would, to you, I mean..."
> You lean into the grasping, kneading motions of the soft claws of the anomaly
> Sweet stars, it feels good
> You do feel a little guilty, exposing Twilight to this, but there is no way you're stopping now
"My little pony, you can have a turn with him after."

> Looks like Whitebooty is explaining the birds and the bees to Starbutt
> You see the little one nod, and you figure that's as good a cue as you're ever going to get
> Old Faithful dives into the winking pussy, the warm walls exquisite along your shaft
> Sunrump huffs excitedly as you plow her fields, your hands worshiping the finest ass you've ever held
> Oh hell yeah

> Be Twilight Sparkle
> Your beloved, beautiful, wise, motherly, kind, teacher is getting rutted like any old mare in heat
> You know it's wrong
> So wrong
> But you can't stop watching as her rear jiggles with every thrust
> Princess Celestia, your tongue shouldn't be hanging out!
> What magic is this?
> Maybe, in addition to friendship, there is another form of magic
> Clearly the creature is adept at using it
> You've never seen your teacher so happy, so disheveled, so degraded, so attra-
> And this will be you in about thirty seconds to a minute
> You aren't looking forward to that
> Not at all
> You aren't looking at the lewd motions of your teacher, and imagining how that will be you

> It's official, magic horse pussy is the best pussy
> You'd write it in the dirt, but you are too busy pounding an ass that won't quit
> The horse has her wings at full mast, her head laying in the dirt, smudging one of your triangles with every jostle
> You swear, it's like your dick is being caressed by the hands of at least three Greek goddesses
> You hope one of them is Hera's, Zues would deserve that, the unfaithful fuck
> You've been going for at least five minutes, and you are determined to go much longer
> You can't think of a better fate, than to have mares addicted to your everlovin' cock

> Be the warm pile of pleasure that used to be Celestia
> You thought you could handle it
> Now, after your eleventh orgasm, you have a sneaking suspicion that ponies do not rule over the world this thing came from
> You should probably be worried that an apex predator is so adept at reducing you to a quivering mass of ecstasy, but you feel so safe in his strong grip

> Be Twilight Sparkle, furiously masturbating
> You are still waiting for your fate, and you no longer dread it
> After twenty impossible minutes, an evil light gleams in the invader's eye
> He rams deep into Celestia, twitching as he defiles her very womb with his semen
> He lets out a deafening roar, his dominance secure
> You have never been wetter in all your life

> Shit
> You hope magic horses can't get pregnant from human sperm

> Oh, how you hope you can get pregnant from this creature's semen
> Still, a promise is a promise
> You turn your head from where you are collapsed on the ground
"Twilight, it's your turn."
> You look at the magnificent specimen
"Please be gentle to her."

 > It looks like the lil'purple wants something
> She's not meeting your eyes, bit she's walking towards you
> Then Big Blue dives in and starts braying and flapping her wings angrily
> Looks like someone doesn't like ovals

> "And when I wake up, what do I see? You, coercing this poor thing into first rutting you, then your poor, impressionable student!"
"It's not like that! Look, he's intelligent! He understands geometry!"
> You point at the triangles, guilt and anger roiling in your stomach
> "Shapes."
> She spits the word put with disgust
> "Have you no morals? If you cannot communicate with it, and it is not of a reasonably similar level of intelligence, there is no way it can rightly consent! I am taking him into my custody, lest you take even more advantage of him."
> Your sister is angrier than you have seen in a long time
> She wraps a wing around the alien being, and teleports away
> Twilight sits down with a thump
> "What just happened?"
> You sigh
"Luna and I have disagreed about the nature of the anomaly. I just hope we can be reconciled a bit easier than last time."

> So, maybe Blotchbutt doesn't mind the ovals?
> You look around as she lets you go
> This is more like it, a nice clean bedroom, a large bed, tables and chairs, yeah you could get used to this
> Still, it looks like you'll have to go Daniel Jackson
> Good thing you figured out step 1, romance the locals
> Now for the hard part
> Figuring out horse speech
> And making some clothes, it's a little cooler in here

> Be Luna
> The poor thing is wrapping itself in a blue sheet, no doubt trying to be more like its savior
"No need to go so far, it is enough for you to be yourself."
> You try to pull the sheet off of it, but it resists
> After a few moments of tugging back and forth, you relent
> You suppose it's harmless to let it identify with you more strongly
> The question remains, though, what are you going to do with a sexually abused creature in your private bedroom?
"Did they feed you? What am I saying, of course you can't understand me. I shall just have to send for a servant to bring berries or something."
> You start to turn, but you see it take a deep breath
> "Great mustard, grphlg container."
> No
> It can't be
"Can you understand me?"
> Its brow furrows in concentration
> "Cab you blow us?"
> Even if it can only imitate sounds it hears, this is rather impressive
"Can."
> "Cam."
"Can."
> "Can?"
"Can!"
> You smile and pat it on the head
> Naturally, once you take a being out of an abusive environment, it learns much more quickly
"You."
> "You."
> That's right, it got this one right before
"Understand."
> "Uddergrab."
> You blush a little at the idea
> You know it isn't trying to say...that, but you are beginning to see why this thing troubled your sister so
"Un-der-sta-nd."
> "Hungerma'amed"
"Under-stand"
> "Understab."
"Underst-a-nd"
> "Understaand"
> You pat it on the head again
"Me."
> "We"
"Me"
> "Ne"
"Me"
> "N- m-me"
"Me."
> "Me."
> You pat it on the head again
> Now for the moment of truth
"Can. You. Understand. Me?"
> It tilts its head
> "Can you understand me?"
> You clap happily
"Yes!"
> "Yes?"
> This language thing is easier than you thought
"Yes, I can understand you."
> "Yes! I can uddergrab you."
> You...
> "Uddergrab? Yes?"
> You need to retire to your cham-
> Somewhere else

> Maybe you said oval in horse?
> At any rate, you have the room to yourself
> You try to practice the horse words big blue taught you, but without any reference for their pronunciation nor meaning, you stop after a few repetitions
> If Starbutt was shit at learning English, Blotchbutt is worse at teaching Magic Horsish
> But that's what you get when you base your society on booty size

> You look around the room
> Might as well figure out what you want to say as early as possible
> Oh hey, paper and quills
> It saddens you as a ballpoint pen masterrace to use such outdated technology, but you'll just have to endure it for now
> You set to work drawing food, then
> What do you really need to say?
> Magic horse
> Human
> You really should find out if they have an alphabet
> If you can record what they say, that would go a long way towards remembering the language
> Probably
> Assuming you can get the idea across with your kinda terrible artistic skills

> Be Luna
> You ended up in a guest room in one of the lesser used towers
> Even so, you cover yourself in blankets before you permit yourself to think about
> Those skillful paws, kneading your tender teats
> Those perversely dull claws making rows in your soft belly fur
> Your breath is loud in the empty room, otherwise silent but for the rustling of the sheets
> Then the door opens and you freeze
> "Sister, I want to apologize. We should have talked, performed real experiments, and..."
> You stare frozen, touched by the sentiment, but the moment is made awkward by your hoof on your nethers
> Celestia tilts her head, hints of anger making themselves known in her posture
> "Tell me you didn't just take him for yourself."
> You hold out your hooves placatingly
"Nothing of the sort! I was just teaching him words, and he, ah, misspoke indelicately, and so I retreated so I could approach him rationally!"
> She glances wryly at your glistening hoof
"He said u-uddergrab. Several times. You know how he smells, how he bares his teeth, how he has such strength in his exotic body..."
> Celestia's expression softens at that, a goofy smile playing across her lips
> "Oh, yes. I do know that."
> She focuses on you again
> "So you agree? He's intelligent, and just speaks a different language?"
> You frown
"I wouldn't go that far. I have only confirmed that he can parrot sounds. I shall require many more interactions before I can be certain of anything else."
> Celestia raises her eyebrows
> "What about Twilight and I? Can't we interact with him as well?"
> You shake your head
"I have had him for just a few moments, and he has already made more progress learning Equestrian than in the month you had him."
> "Perhaps you are not the variable; Twilight has a theory that he came from the ancient pony homeland, and that his kind were raised as servants to their pony masters. How else do you explain how quickly and expertly he found the scritching areas?"
> That...seems unlikely
"Where are you going with this?"
> "I interacted with him as though he was a servant, and almost instantly he fell into the habits of a concubine. Understand this: he needed no prompting to go from scritching most tenderly to rutting me half out of my mind. Perhaps in your own interactions, you took on the role of an instructor, and he responded to that?"
> That can't be right...
"That's a lot of supposition, but perhaps I was too hasty in banning all interaction with you. If you'll let me clean up, we'll see him together."
> Celestia smiles graciously
> "That sounds good."
> As you wash your hoof in a nearby basin, she asks,
> "So where is he now?"
"In my bedroom."
> You can feel her stare on the back of your head
> "You sure you didn't want him for yourself?"
> You find yourself blushing
"I was in a hurry, and it was a safe place. We can move him to another room."
> Celestia grunts skeptically, but makes no comment
> You return to your room to find the creature messing around with a quill
> Maybe he's imitating the young Twilight Sparkle?
> He perks up noticeably when he sees you
> Yes, you are a kind and gentle pony, it really shows in how-
> Why is he grinning at Celestia?
> "Would you look at that. It looks like he drew some things. Shall we see what he wants?"
> You glare at her for a moment before turning a sweet expression towards the biped
"What do you have for us, specimen?"
> "Specimen?"
"Silence."
> The two of you draw closer and look at the drawings
> They really aren't good, but you can recognize an apple, a bowl, and some other things
> He points to the food
> "N?"
> "Oh dear, did you forget to feed him?"
"I had a lot on my mind!"
> "I imagine you did. I better get him something before he starves. "
> She leaves, deliberately swaying her hips
> The poor thing is hypnotized
> You levitate over a fresh sheet of parchment and sketch out a generic pony, then yourself
"Here, let's learn some more words! You like learning words, right?"
> The beastly thing is slow to turn to you, even after your sister is gone
> Curse her
> You tap your drawing impatiently
> He ambles over, adjusting his sheet
> You point at the pony drawing
"Pony."
> "Coney."
"P'ony."
> "Pony."
> At least he's quick to imitate you
> You point at the drawing of you and tap your chest
"Luna."
> "Wuna."
"L una"
> "Luna."
> First constants seem to be a problem
> Nevertheless, you feel it is important that he learn your name
> You point at only yourself
"Luna."
> You see something flicker in his eyes, and he smiles and points at you
> "Luna!"
> Oh, why is that so sweet to your ears?
> Then he points at himself
> "Gragumbrash."
> What an ugly name
> You point at him
"Anomaly."
> He tilts his head
> "Anoma...Anom."
> He points at himself
> "Anom."
> Then at you
> "Luna."
> A fair compromise
> Then he turns to the parchment excitedly and scribbles out what can only be your sister
> No other pony could be so grossly incandescent
> "N?"
> You sigh
"That is Celestia."
> "The bestia"
> You might kill this Anom creature
"Ce-le-stia."
> "The Labia"
> ...
"Ce"
> "Ce"
"Les"
> "Les"
"Tia"
> "Tia"
"Celestia."
> "Celestia. Celestia? Celestia!"
> You are so done
> Then he hugs you and murmurs "Luna"
> Perhaps he is not so bad

> Be Anon
> You are so happy you now know what name to yell out while having sex
> Big Blue needs to loosen up, but you guess she's nice enough in her own way
> You release her from the hug and bring her to one of your earlier drawings
> The best one
> It shows a surprisingly handsome human grinding against the ass of some fine magical horse
> You spent about fifteen minutes getting this one right
"Rehn?"
> You aren't really sure what that means, but it came at the end of a lot of questions Starbutt asked you
> Big Blue blushes and looks away, whickering or whatever you call that noise

> Did you just get propositioned by Anom?
"I don't think-"
> You glance at the drawing again
> Why is this one better than the others?
"I mean, ah, "
> He points more emphatically at it
> "N?"
> Okay, maybe he just wants to know the word
> Yeah, that's it
> You take a few deep calming breaths and point at the drawing
"Sex."
> Just then Celestia opens the door, a smirk on her face
> "What have you been teaching him?"
> Anom turns to her grinning broadly
> "Celestia! Sex!"
> Now, you want to die, or just kill him, you aren't sure

> Be Celestia
> Did you just get propositioned by the anomaly?

> Be Anon
> You may not know much about what they are saying, but you know exactly what to say to stir up the most trouble
> Judging by Big Blue's frantic stuttering and Whiterump's subtle blush, you got it right

> Be Celestia
> You recognize that smile
> It's the same one you made when the Gala got torn to shreds
> You're on to this guy
> Meanwhile Luna is still sputtering away
> "-look at this, he was the one who wanted to learn the word!"
> You look and see a well drawn rendition of the anomaly penetrating you
> ...
"Are you sure? This is well drawn, unlike all the others. Honestly, Luna, I don't mind if you have those sorts of feelings for him, I just want him to be free to choose who wants to spend time with."
> You always though your sister was the cutest when she was blushing
> "No! He really did draw that! I mean, I wouldn't, but if he did, and I am not lonely, so stop you know, saying things."
> Too cute
> He must think so too
> The anomaly pats Luna on the neck, smiling at her
> How forward

> Be Luna
> You freeze
> You've imagined what it would be like to have a coltfriend
> You are a mare, after all
> But never did you imagine that he would be an alien, or try to initiate things right in front of your sister
> Or that he would have rutted your sister earlier
> "Aw, he likes you!"
> Trust her to make it worse
> Anom looks at you closely
> "Luna? Gar que hoxay?"
> Despite the gibberish, you can hear the concern in his tone
> You are touched, a little
> He strokes your neck
> You are touched a lot
> Curse your marehood, now is not the time
> Celestia giggles from behind her hoof
> "I better leave you two love birds to it then. Good luck!"
> With that, she teleports away
> He glances away at the sudden absence, then goes back to staring into your eyes
"I'm...fine, it's okay."
> You could drown in those eyes

> Be Anon
> You are feeling kinda guilty about what you did
> Wuna looks sad, or confused, or something
> You feel obligated to help, somehow
> You raise a hand to stroke her head, but your thumb brushes against her horn on the way
> Wuna shivers, and her eyes roll back for a second
> You freeze, unsure of what you just did

> Oh Stars and Void, you just came

> Okay, Anon, you can do this
> Just don't touch the horn, because that is probably painful or something
> You wrap your arms around Wuna's neck and hold her close
> You stroke her mane gently, murmuring comforting whispers

> He has claimed you, and is growling in your ear while he flaunts his dominance
> You have never been more scared or arou-
> You struggle to say something, do something, but
> His claws pet your mane, the gentle tugs stimulating already sensitive skin
> He pulls back a bit, and you hope you will be set free
> But no, he merely stares into your eyes, daring you to challenge him
> You feel the last dregs of anger stir within you, how dare he-
> He brushes a bit of your mane from the side of your face and cups your cheek in his claw
> You drop your eyes immediately
> He should not be taking these liberties with your person
> You should pin him to the ground with your magic, and call the guards
> He suddenly surges forward, catching you up in a tight hug, murmuring something like "Choo Kude"
> He rubs his cheek against yours, and you cannot help but melt a little
> You have been alone for so long, and he is so very warm
> Your nostrils fill with his intoxicating scent
> Oh Tartarus, he's scratching your neck

> You have to hand it to these magic horses, they can be cute when they want to be
> You still aren't sure what was wrong before, but under your expert petting and hugs, Big Blue is definitely feeling better
> Still, extra cuddles never hurt anyone

> You freeze as his hand dips towards your belly
> He vigorously scratches, his claws pressing just hard enough to set your skin tingling with crossed signals of pain and pleasure
> How long will he torture you?
> He made you cum within a few seconds of being alone, but now he seems to be taking his dear sweet time ravaging you
> Instead, each minute of rubs and gentle scritching and quiet growling feels like an hour
> The heat that has building inside of you is nearly an inferno
> Finally, he makes a mistake
> He brings his hands up and scratches at your chest, leaving messy furrows in your fur
> You press forward, knocking him to the ground
> He looks up at you, started by your mareful show of cleverness and power
> You place a hoof squarely on his chest, and he has the audacity to smile at you
> You bring your face within inches of his and snort

> Looks like someone wants kisses

> You
> What
> Just
> You know what?
> Two can play at the ravaging game
> You tear your sheet from his body
> How pitiful
> You prod at his limp stallionhood with a hoof, laughing at how small and malformed it is

> Be Anon
> Looks like Wuna is pretty excited about giving you a handjob
> Hoofjob?
> At any rate, today seems to be your lucky day
> Mr. Shine agrees
> Him diamond

> Oh
> That is...less pitiful
> You become all too aware of your hoof pressing against his hard, muscular chest
> Your other hoof sensing just how hot a member can be with increased blood flow
> The last of your mirth drains away, and you are left with a heat in your loins and a male under your power
> You have fantasized about this as well
> Your heart pounds, you can hear your heavy breathing
> You are going to do this
> You align yourself carefully, guiding his rod with just a hint of magic

> Looks like she wants to skip the hoofjob
> Wuna lowers herself onto your cock, her inner walls like silk around you
> You exhale in a rush, arching your back as she slowly works her way up and down your shaft
> She stares at you with some alien emotion in her eyes
> You have to respond
"Wuna. Thanks for the hzeggs"
> You have the soul of a poet

> What is he saying about sex?
> He better not be implying he's had better
> You didn't lose your virginity raping an alien for him to just mock you
> You pick up the pace, nearly slamming into his pelvis
> At the same time, you cup his balls with your magic and knead his flanks with the same
> Over the sound of your own panting, you hear his strangled growls
> His claws snarl uselessly in your chest fur
> It is so /satisfying/ to see him so completely at your mercy
> You lean your head down and whisper in his ear
"You are powerless! I am your princess!"

> Oh man, she's talking dirty in your ear, you just know it
> You grab her face and kiss her deeply, your tongue probing the entrance of her longer mouth

> What is he doing?
> You...it's fine
> You can handle this
> Even though you are still ravaging his cock with your delicate flower, it somehow feels dirtier to kiss like they do in Prance
> Nevertheless, you have the advantage here
> Your long tongue presses his back, and you feel yourself brush against his sharp teeth
> Another shiver runs through you, and you clamp around his stallionhood
> For several blissful, long seconds, you are only aware of his exquisite length inside you and your tongue barging around heedlessly between his dangerous jaws
> When you come to yourself again, you are startled to realize that he has yet to climax
> Every book you have read has insisted that maregasm will ensure a simultaneous release
> You pull back, wondering if your marehood is defective

> That was hotter than you ever thought sex with a horse could be
> Hmmm, looks like she's getting tired
> You better take over
> You roll her over, and start taking long, slow strokes inside her
> She does the shiver thing several more times in the next few minutes, and you think you figured something out

> It was a trap
> How could you have forgotten how your sister lay defeated and broken in the dirt?
> Even now, your body is racked with waves upon waves of pleasure
> You could free yourself if you could just gather enough concentration to focus your magic
> It's hard when his relentless cock is pounding your marehood with merciless efficiency
> You begin to gather a few shreds of magic
> Then a claw delicately traces a line down your horn
> Fire flows through your body, your limbs flailing with the sensory overload
> Your marehood spasms over and over, and you scream in ecstasy

> Jackpot
> You've been holding out, but this is all beginning to be too much
> You chant her name like a prayer as you accelerate towards your own climax
"Wuna, Wuna, Wuna, Wuna, Wuna...."
> She thrashes on the ground, eyes closed shut in sexual exaltation

> He keeps saying your name
> You lay helpless and wild beneath him as he claims you, womb and soul
> He croons out your name one last time as his cock ejaculates within you, filling you with his hot seed
> He embraces your twitching body as his stallionhood softens achingly slowly within you
> What can you do?
> He kisses you sleepily and strokes your mane
> You sigh, and wrap yourself around him
> You could do worse for a coltfriend, you suppose
> The bedroom door opens
> "I heard a scream, are you alright?"
> It's sister's pupil
> Twilight falls silent at the sight of Anom still buried in your marehood, semen dribbling down between your flanks
> "N-nevermind!"
> The door slams shut
> The creature chuckles, but doesn't move
> You don't move either
> You wonder if you could get pregnant from his seed
> More worryingly, you aren't sure what you would prefer to be the truth

> Be Twilight Sparkle
> You have to tell the princess
> You knew it was a mistake to leave a mare alone with the Dominus
> You round the corner and teleport to Celestia's room
> She looks up from her work
> "Yes?"
"The Dominus has conquered Luna!"
> "Domi- oh. It's about time. Although, I have to pity any stallion who tries after him."
> You pause at the mental image
"Do you think he'll try to conquer stallions?"
> That would be...
> Terrible
> Yeah
> Your wise teacher considers the grim possibility
> Her cheeks flush with dismay?
> Yes, definitely dismay
> "I shall have to think about that. Still, we should check on Luna. Do you think he's done now?"
> You blush at the memory
"Last time I saw them, he had c-culminated within her m-marehood."
> Celestia covers her mouth in, yes, horror, you are sure of it
> "Oh ho, this I must see!"
> What?
> Maybe he is weaker after conquering a mare?
> With dual flashes of light, the two of you come to stand before Luna's door
> Celestia opens it
> Luna lies tranquilly on her bed, combing her sparkling mane
> You see nopony else
> You turn to Celestia quickly
"He was here! I saw him!"
> Celestia smiles reassuringly
> "I don't doubt it. Well, sister? Do you still think he is a mere animal or is he something more?"
> Luna scowls and sets the comb aside
> Speaking of which, where is the Dominus?
> "In some ways, he is nothing but a beast. Nevertheless, I sense that something more inscrutable than a Dragon's heart motivates him."
> How can they be so calm with a seduction monster on the loose?
> You nudge your teacher
"Shouldn't we restrain him while we are yet unaffected? Where is the monster?"
> The royal sisters exchange a glance
> Celestia smiles down at you
> It's her, 'You're thinking like a filly, not a mare' smile.
> You don't like it
> "He's not a monster, Twilight. He's very forward, and uninhibited. You do bring up a good point; restraints could be fun."
> Luna shifts angrily
> "He may have won this time, but it would taint my victory if we did not fight on equal ground."
> It's too late, they have both been affected
> You run off, to send a message to the only pony you know who could stand a chance
> You only hope that they get here in time

> Be Celestia
> There she goes
> One thing is for certain, you can't wait to see the friendship report on all of this
> Back to the topic at hoof
"By the way, where is he right now?"
> Luna nods her head towards the bathroom
> "I noticed his hindquarters carried some of the soil from his enclosure. It seemed needful for him to bathe."
"What an interesting thing to notice."
> You grin at her blush
> "Nevertheless, we should- "
"You were grabbing his butt~!"
> She glares at you
> "Never. The. Less. He cannot stay in my room, and I fear for the maids of we put him elsewhere."
> Oh
"That is a good point. He can stay with me."
> "Sister!"
"I know it is irregular, but I think he will be better behaved than you think."
> Luna stands suddenly, a snarl on her face
> "Because he /likes/ you better?"
> Oh, there's the old venom
> Better step carefully
> You lay down on the floor and close your eyes
"Because I am not challenging him."
> You hear her stride up to you, not quite growling
> "What do you mean?"
> This is a lesson that took you a long time to learn
"I was not conflicted in his embrace. He did not have to persuade me to couple with him. Thus, he no longer has to pursue me."
> "You gave up?"
> You tilt your head side to side
"I am not his opponent. You have claimed that position."
> "I...see."
> You can almost feel the anger leave her
> You open your eyes and smile
"Effective, isn't it?"
> She snorts
> "Perhaps. At any rate, I will be ready when you call for aid."

> Be Anon
> You feel cleaner now than you have in the past month
> A real bath
> Real towels
> Shampoo
> Angry magic horses arguing in the next room
> Okay, that last part isn't so great
> The moralfag within you reminds you that this is what happens when you troll in real life
> It certainly doesn't help that you don't speak the language
> You hear the argument die down, so you peek around the corner
> Whiteru-
> You really should use their real names
> Shewestia notices you and beckons you over with a warm smile
> Wuna... you can't read her expression, but she does seem expectant
> Then she murmurs something with a wry twist to her lips, and you figure it's okay
> You walk casually over to Whi-Shewestia, glancing at Wuna all the while
> Shewestia leads you out of the room, leaving her second in command behind
> Heh, second in behind
> As you round the corner, you figure you should try to smooth things over between the two
> Now, how to say this with a four word vocabulary...
> Is Luna in trouble for having sex with you?

> Be Celestia
> "Luna, sex,"
> What
> You look over
> He slaps one claw with the other
> "Anom, N?"
"Anom?"
> He points to himself
> "Anom."
> So that is his name
> "Luna sex," claw slap the other, " Anom N?"
> Is he asking if Luna wants rough sex with him?
> Well, she might
> You nod
> His eyes widen
> Poor dear
> "Celestia, " shakes his head, claw slaps other, "Luna!"
> You pause
> Where do you come in this?
> You, not, rough, Luna
> He thinks you are jealous of Luna
> You smile and shake your head
"Celestia, " you pet one hoof with the other, "Luna."

> Be Anon
>  Ah, of course, Wuna is Shewestia's pet
> Come to think of it, the purple one was pretty submissive to her as well
> Are the dark colored magic horses the pets of horseland?
> Or maybe just the cool hues
> Something to keep an eye out for you guess
> At any rate, you are either a fellow pet, or maybe just a general access sex toy or something
> Not a bad gig, depending on how it plays out
> By the time you are done deducing incredible insights about horse social systems, you arrive at an elegant room littered with countless scrolls, reams of paper, and spools of ribbon
> Shewestia directs you to a cushion as she assumes her place at the nexus of paperwork
> Truly, heavy is the ass that must fill the horselandian throne

> Be Celestia
> You really need to teach him more words
> You gather up some writing supplies and draw a pony with her mouth open and letters coming out
> You point at your drawing and at yourself
"Say"
> "Shave"
> Oh how tempted you are to not correct him
> Nevertheless,
"Say"
> "Shay"
"S-ay"
> "Say"
> You give him a nod and a smile, and move on

> Be Princess Cadence
> Twilight's message mentioned a rampaging monster with a powerful seduction aura
> It must hide it well, you can't sense anything of the sort
> Shining stands vigilant beside you as the sky chariot comes to land on a wide balcony
> He is so sweet sometimes
> Twilight slips out from behind a curtain, a relieved smile on her face
> "I'm glad you made it. They've changed, ever since he got to them."
> You give her a comforting nudge
"It's alright now, we're here. Now, who was the first one affected?"
> Twilight's face turns grim
> "Celestia."
> That is very troubling
> The three of you stride towards Celestia's chambers
> You'd teleport, but you want to keep a low magical profile for as long as possible
> You take a quick sweep of the room with your senses
> There's the incredible bonfire that is Celestia, the motes that are the sealed scrolls, and the usual background levels of magic
> You open the door, and trip on the Dominus

> Be Anon
> One minute, you are trying to get "sorry" across in pantomime, and the next you have a lap full of pink magic horse
> Her belly is thrust out prominently, and she's looking at you with wide, pleading eyes
> Well, might as well fulfill your role
> You scratch her belly

> Be Cadence
> Oh~
> It takes a moment, but you roll away just in time for Shining to tackle the Dominus
> Your face is bright with embarrassment
> Celestia is watching with mild interest, no doubt confident in Shining's ability in non-lethal takedowns
> Speaking of, the two males are rolling around, and why is the Dominus laughing?
> Oh
> Oh my

> Be Anon
> You forgot how fun wrestling with dogs was
> If mares are like cats, then you are pretty sure stallions are like dogs
> You roll around a bit, then flip him onto his back and give his belly a nice firm scratching
"Honestly, where are you all coming from?"
> Then you look up and see purple hanging back in the doorway
> Looks like she brought her friends for some belly rubs, how sweet

> Be Twilight
> It looks like the Dominus will go for stallions too
> Then he looks at you while he molests your brother, and you know you are next
"Forgive me, Shining."
> You run away again, with only one hope left

> Be Cadence
> Shining is frozen in horror
> You aren't sure what you feel as you watch his belly get thoroughly and expertly tended to

> Be Anon
> Maybe purple is bringing more friends?
> You turn your attention to the subject of your ministrations
> Is this enough for now?
> Then you notice his boner, and you are done and backing away
> Sorry dude, get a mare for that stuff

> Be Celestia
> Sometimes, you have to nudge things along
"Hello Cadence, Shining. Have you met my guest, Anom? He's still getting used to pony society, and hasn't quite learned his manners."
> Cadence spares you a sidelong glance
> "Indiscriminate belly rubbing?"
> Shining gets to his hooves shakily
"Among other things. We think he was trained to serve a pony ruling class in a number of ways."
> "Then how about this: You! Sit!"
> Anom sits obediently, looking at you with a curious expression
> You nod encouragingly
"We've been teaching him Equestrian, but only some basic words so far."
>  Shining warily places himself between Anom and Cadence
> "And you aren't being controlled?"
> Ah, that's their theory
"I don't think so. What do you sense, Cadence? Your senses are a bit keener than mine in these matters."
> She closes her eyes and concentrates
> "I sense...fondness, lust, and a hint of jealousy. And from him...almost nothing. Goodwill, acceptance, concern, and yes, lust."
> She opens her eyes
> "Nothing controlling, nothing artificial."
> Cadence sits down, much of the stress draining from her frame
> "Please keep him on a tighter leash, though. It would be unfortunate if this sort of thing happened again."
> You raise an eyebrow
"Now, who was it who barged into my private bedchamber?"
> Cadence blushes
> Shining hangs his head a little
> "Yeah, sorry about that."
"I'm sure you've learned your lesson. Now, how about we all settle down and get to know one another?"