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- >the day is ending and you're done with your 16-Tonnes grade work
- >working for the Apples is hell on every muscle in your body, especially your brain
- >but they pay you every last bit you earned and the hours end when they end
- >no unpaid overtime for your ass
- >the last basket of apples is inside the cellar and you come up
- >Granny Smith pays you and you automatically thank her and mosey on along
- >your brain is on auto-pilot at this point
- >On the road to Ponyville you see Applejack, and her siblings returning home
- >some event was going on where princess Celestia visits every village in Equestria to give them thanks for what the contribute to the country
- >bla bla politics, nobody but the young and energetic care
- >you give a nod and a grunt and pass them by
- >to hell with politeness, you just want to go to your room in the attic and stare off into space with some wine before sleep claims you
- >every pony in town seems to be gathered in the only named street in the entire village
- >Sugar Cube Corner
- >what about Boutique Boulevard
- >Library Lane
- >but these ponies are weird anyhow
- >they fear-worship a ruler that shows nothing but kindness and understanding
- >fuck it, you just move on, keep going through the crowd to your destination
- >move away that pony, this one with the fuscia coat - you don't even know what fuscia is but fuck it your brain don't give a fuck
- >just slide on through, making split second decisions of whether to give the ass or crotch to these crotch-high ponies
- >just keep on moving, don't care who what or where, push this white thi--
- >fuck
- >it's only after everything's gone quiet that you notice you dun goofed
- >that ain't no white thing, it's Celestia's neck
- >her slender, soft, warm neck
- >the contours of her sternocleidomastoid (yeah, you studied some medicine, what of it)
- >you remove your hand before you can pop a boner and just keep on moving
- >hell, you didn't even mean to, it was a leftover order in your brain
- >well, she's forgiving, she'll understand, given how you look like Hell
- >reeking of sweat won't help, but hey, even in the local jail you'll get the rest you want, so win-win
- >as you leave the ponies start murmuring amongst themselves
- >''did you see him touch the princess''
- >''how crass, he didn't even look the Princess in the eyes''
- >''was that a human boop or something?''
- >''does he have the hot-to-trots for the Princess?''
- >just keep walking, just keep walking
- >Twilight might make a big deal out of this now or in the morning and you're actually curious as to how her Royal Paranoidness will blow it out of proportion
- >but with the sound of murmurs and rumour there's another sound accompanying you in the night
- >the thud of hooves behind you
- >they're not naked hooves, they're too loud, too sharp
- >they're dressed in some regal pony shoes
- >your face is burning red so badly you feel the heat around your face contracted with the whipping night air from the sped up pace you just started
- >the hoof steps increase in tempo as well
- --Oh Jesus tap-dancing Christ--, you think, --What have I gotten myself into?--
- >you move through the street and end up in a lone, unassuming little house near the edge of the village
- >you enter inside, she does as well, and climb the staircase to the attic, to your little not-so-safe-anymore place
- >the fold out couch is folded out with a sheet and a blanket ready and waiting
- >the steps have stopped and she's most likely examining your man-cave while you take the cheap bottle of wine on the floor and fill up a glass with it to the top
- >for her
- >what little is left of the wine you take for yourself
- >now you turn around and look at Celestia
- >you offer the glass to Celestia which she picks up readily with her magic
- >silence as she sips on the wine
- >her expression is innocent
- >like a young girl exploring a new city
- >big eyes, small - yet lively - smile and erect, anxious ears
- >thank god you don't have angina because HNNNNG
- >she moves past you, lightly brushing her left wing and flank against your arm, and sits down on the couch with an audible fwomp and a creak of the springs
- >oh yeah
- >she's been at the cakes
- >It's at that point that the thought hits you: you not only have a girl in your room
- >but you have the ruler of an entire country in your room
- >all because you touched her neck and ignored her all the way back home
- >if you were anymore alpha, you'd go full circle and become the omega, which would make you God
- >and even God is looking down on you and spitting phlegm in envy at you
- >because does he have a cute princess in his crib
- >I think not
- >all he has is Mormons, and god knows how fun they are
- >Celestia looks at you and smiles
- >complete brain shutdown is in effect from that point on
- >''I like your room, Anonymous'', she says, ''The simplicity is endearing. The craftsmanship in Canterlot castle is a sight to behold, but I've always preferred simplicity and calmness to overcompensating detail and ostentatiousness.''
- ''Yeah.''
- >at least it was a word
- >she just smiles on, like your tongue wasn't looking like a schizo's interpretation of Spaghetti Junction and functioning just as efficiently
- >you see she pats the empty spot next to her with her hoof
- >''Please, Anon, you are the host.''
- >Take a swig from the bottle, wish it was something stronger, and follow orders
- >when you sit, you feel how much Celestia's royal tush has dented your couch/matress
- >it must be at a 60* angle
- >just enough to give you an excuse to lean in on her
- >if you weren't holding your spine muscles rigid in fear of doing just that
- >for someone who acted so alpha not ten minutes ago, you're being profoundly gamma
- >with that thought, a thousand caps of spaghetti spillage stories from /r9k/ flash through your mind
- >then you try to emulate Celestia's would-be thoughts in the next five seconds
- >most filled with questions of how wimpy this little human is after such a show of dominance
- --Dude, no!-- You think --I am not going to puss out in front of the female (pony) of all females (of ponies).--
- >your muscles slacken and you slide closer to Celestia
- >maybe it's the alcohol, or the fact that the attic is a bit stuffy, but she's exceedingly warm
- >and her cake-loving softness only makes it better
- >it's like having the world's biggest stuffed toy that has the capacity to cuddle right back
- >just as you think this, Celestia's wing shoots out and hugs you closer to her
- >your face is pressed close into her neck and you can feel her mane magically float over you
- >she doesn't smell like anything, really
- >but by Mjolnir, sniffing her is intoxicating
- >it's airborn peace
- >she places her hoof softly on your thigh
- >in return you put your left arm around her and gently caress her free wing, while your right hand finds a spot on the aforementioned hoof
- >the bottle is forgotten, but she catches it before it can fall and puts in on the floor
- >she takes another sip from her glass and brings it to you
- >you can see the slight change in colour on the glass where she put her lips
- >you take a sip as well
- >cheap wine never tasted so good
- >her coat hairs tickle your nose now, so you shift your head some
- >she interprets this as a sign that you want to cuddle more intimately
- >Celestia places her snout closer to the top of your head
- >you instinctively look up and gaze into heaven
- >her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted and closing in
- >now or never
- >in that moment she and you are locked into the universal sign of romance and love
- >her lips, though flat, are full and very soft
- >her tongue explores your mouth and often dominates your own muscular limb, not that you're complaining
- >not wanting to be the passive party you reach out with the once-leg covering hand and start gently rubbing her ear to which she moans lightly without releasing you
- >you stop to gasp at some air and release yourself from her embrace
- >you just played tonsil hockey with Princess Celestia and she's damn good
- >as you ponder these facts Celestia takes off her regalia and lifts the covers
- >no invitation is needed, you disrobe and enter the make-shift bed with her
- >much like with her country, she leads this encounter
- >she opens her forelegs wide and you snuggle closer
- >she hugs you closer to herself and you can feel the easy rhythm of her heart
- >cheeky girl, she didn't even get a slightly higher beat
- >she was in control this entire time
- >you look up, feeling insulted, you're no pet to be dominated
- >but those lavender eyes hold such caring and love for you that you forget everything and bury yourself in her chest
- >her royal cushiness, as it were
- >she kisses the top of your head and you nuzzle against her
- >sleep claims you both
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