Don't Deny 'em

Here is a green short I wrote up real quick. Hope more writem8s step on in, good to see one already. Hope this ain’t too bad. Either way, enjoy!
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>Be Anon
>Be in horseland
>Celestia and Luna’s royal castle to be precise
>Under any other circumstances, you would be pleased to be here
>The design, the castle’s aspiring Greek-Romanesque architecture, the hilarious Royal Guard, the excellent meals, even at times the rulers……….
>But not tonight
>No not tonight
>”Sorry Anon," The guard says. "The last train back to Ponyville just left. You'll have to stay in the castle tonight. Also, tread lightly as I've heard the princesses have been going through a heat again...”
>He gives you a look of immeasurable pity
>You weren’t having this
>No
>You had heard the legends
>You had heard of the wildly whistling orifices that followed a long night of solace with the royalty…….
>You have heard the stories of how they would, at these times, kidnap stallions or mares and make them do their “civic duty”…
>But no
>Not you
>Not tonight
“You sure there isn’t anyway else I can get back to Ponyville? Or, at least maybe a hotel or somethin’ I can go to? Y’know, so I don’t have to be near…. You know it’s that time for them and all….”
>The guard’s face, stoic nearly every time you’ve seen him, deepens in his expression of pity for you
>Your gut sinks
>”I’m sorry Sir Anon, but I have grave news to tell ya……”
>You gulp involuntarily, the amphitheater you were in feeling intensely more cramped despite its wide space and high ceiling
>The guard sighs
>”You can try all the doors, the windows, any hatches or “secret passages” you can hunt for…. But…. You won’t escape them. They’ve magically locked everything. Everything. They set their sights on you earlier, when they got that hefty waft of your scent. Look….. There’s only one way out of this…. Just accept it. It’s easier that way. Trust me.”
>He looks at you with fearful, exquisitely pained eyes
>You can’t believe what you’re hearing
>You’re scent?
>Oh, right, you did belch at the dinner table earlier….
>They chastised you for it, but not before blushing and…
>Eugh
>Nasty
>You weren’t ready for this shit
>You look at him with incredulity, and you unleash a little flash of anger on this sentry
“So what the fuck man? Are you just going to stand there and watch?! Help me out here!”
>His expression somehow manages to double in pity
>”Anon, it’s better I don’t. You’re a nice stallion-hyooman thing, and it’ll just be easier if you….. If you….”
>He zones out, memories assaulting him
>You go to comfort your good pal, but suddenly you hear the sound of hooves
>Heavy hooves
>Royal hooves
>Dread flings upon thee, a woolen blanket to try and amiss any hope you may have mustered
>Luckily, a small bit of this hope, nearly forlorn, pokes through, and, thinking on your feet, you fling yourself behind the nearby reception table
>It had been used for the tea party guests earlier, and now made effective cover and a shield, flipped over as it was
>Luckily some lazy fuck had forgotten to put it away
>Score one for lazy assholes
>Suddenly, the lights go out
>What the fuck?
>You see a for, shimmering blue in what appears to be black armor, moved through the room, searching for something
>You
>A realization hit you
>You knew that costume
>It was Nightmare Moon’s
>Why was Luna dressing up as…
>”WHERE ART THOU ANONYMOUS? TIS THY FATE TO SATISFY MY DESIRES!”
>She licks her chops
>”ALL OF THEM!”
>Oh no
>This shit is too weird and kinky for this Anon
>Time to board the S.S. Get the Fuck Out
>You manage to slip by her, making it to the doorway to the next room
>You turn back to see she has your guard friend by his neck with her hooves, loudly interrogating him as to your whereabouts
>Like a bro, he hasn’t ratted you out
>Dissatisfied with his refusal to cooperate, she adopts a sitting-style position, bends him over her leg, and spanks his-
>NOPE
>You bail
>You can hear his screams as you sprint through the (now dark) castle
>Poor bugger
>You run for a while, taking twists and turns before, in your utter desperation, racing up some stairs
>You rush into the room at the top, noticing candle-light was still burning in it
>Nice!
>You rush in, slamming and locking the door behind you
>Whew
>That solves-
>”Well, well, Anon, such good timing my little colt of the evening!”
>NO
>You turn slowly, realizing it like a daunting eclipse that blocks the rays of your mind, your mistake
>This was Celestia’s bedroom
>Sure enough, there she was, lounging on the bed, smiling at you
>That smile
>Ain’t right
“NONONONO! I AM NOT-“
>She cuts you off by flinging you to the bed, herself pouncing up
>Likely so she can top
>Oh boy, here it is Anon
>It’s been a good ride…..
>You close your eyes and prepare all your body, tensing
>”Oh yes, Anon, it IS your duty to help me. I’ve gotten so dreadfully hot recently, and I’ve been getting the heat-waves from it, and I need you to make sure the room temperature is adequately cool.”
>Wait
>WHAT
>You open your eyes to see she is looking at you with concern
>Oh, whew
>You thought of another kind of “heat”
>Silly you
>Celestia smiles at you
>How could you have doubted her?
>Suddenly, to interrupt your brief interlude of peace dawning on you, Luna breaks the door down
>Or Nightmare Moon
>Or whatever the hell she’s calling herself today
>She looks to Celestia, glaring
>”Sister! But you said it was our turn this time! I’ve been sooooooo HOT!”
>You don’t like the way she said that
>”Now now sister….”
>She turns and gives you a light smile
>”No reason we can’t share in alleviating this heat.”
>Still sounds weird
>At least it’s not THAT though
“Whew, you know, you gals had me worried for a sec. So what do I have to do about the room temperature? You got like some-kind of primitive AC machine I can manage, or-“
>You were interrupted by the princesses laughing
>Why were they laughing?
>Celestia speaks after a hefty laugh
>”Oh Anon, you silly silly colt. You didn’t actually buy that right? Right?”
>She’s got that grin again
>The lewd one
>So does Luna
“B-b-b-but wait I-“
>”Lie back and make this easy, and I won’t be TOO hard on y-“
>”PREPARE THY ORIFICES BITCH!”
>You screamed as it happened
>But it didn’t matter
>Your orifices were not prepared though
>Hurt for two weeks afterward
>Which ones?
>ALL OF THEM
The End de la FIN