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- >You are Nightmare Moon
- >Empress of the Equestrian Empire.
- >…
- >You are currently sitting in your study, casually sipping on a glass of wine, waiting for your guest to arrive.
- >Looking out of the massive windows that line the room, you observe the softly lit Canterlot streets below.
- >Ponies casually walking, making their way about their nightly lives.
- >After a moment, you turn away from the window, and look at the small, plain folder laying before you.
- >It was compiled only a night ago, and you’ve spent a good majority of your free time yesterday looking over its contents.
- >The name of the cover is seemingly insignificant.
- >It’s not the name of some Canterlot Noble.
- >It’s not the name of some rebel leader.
- >It’s not even the name of a suspected rebel sympathizer.
- >Yet the stamps of approval from no less than seven of your highest ranking spymasters speak of its importance.
- >At this very moment, this pony is the most interesting pony in your empire.
- >Nocturnal Nights
- >The stallion - neigh - the /colt/ who has attempted to court your Midnight Melancholy.
- >Your spymasters have spent nearly every waking moment of the last month compiling every aspect of this pony’s existence into this one, simple report.
- >Even the most obscure information was included.
- >How he hasn’t had any mare friends before this attempted courtship.
- >How he sometimes volunteers at the local nursing home, helping the less fortunate, aged ponies in your Empire.
- >How he keeps his room in particularly neat order; sweeping it twice daily.
- >How his personal safe contains only his personal documents, and a photo from his family reunion.
- >Nothing was too trivial.
- >You wanted to know /everything/ about him.
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- >You’ve even taken to observing his dreams.
- >They were foalish at best, with fantasies of being an adventurer, or a noble...
- >Of course, when you tested his courage, he became fearful and weak.
- >A few windigos, and dark magic mages caused him to run for his pathetic life.
- >Yet, your niece sought this foal’s company.
- >While Melancholy was ecstatic to tell you that a colt asked her on a date, you were skeptical.
- >A mare of her quality will undoubtably be lusted after by any number of stallions; many of which are unworthy.
- >While you would have preferred to arrange her courtship, Octavia pleaded that you allow Melancholy to socialize with average ponies on occasion.
- >At her, and Anonymous’ suggestion, you permitted it- with supervision.
- >While she was still educated within the Palace walls, Melancholy participated in the extracurricular actives of Canterlot’s schools and academies.
- >She had taken a passing interest in song and poetry, and joined a number of clubs at the same instution Ms. Octavia once attended.
- >That is where she met Nocturnal.
- >From this report, you’ve learned that he’s written about Melancholy in his personal journal for sometime now.
- >And, if this report is to be believed, he speaks very highly of her.
- >He spent the better part of two months building up the courage to start courting her.
- >While such timidness is highly concerning, it serves as a testimony to the type of mare that Melancholy has become.
- >You take another sip of your wine, before looking over the edge of your velvet, blood red chaise lounge to Anonymous, who is sitting in a matching chair.
- >He is also, casually leafing through his copy of the report while consuming cuts of cold, rare steak.
- ”Pray tell troll, what do you think of this /Nocturnal/ colt?”
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- >He finishes chewing the slice of flesh, before placing the fork on his plate, and placing it on the table beside him.
- >”He seems like a good guy, there’s not really much else to say…”
- >He closes his folder, and places it beneath his plate, hiding it from view.
- >”Although I must say Nightmare, do you think that this was a little… excessive?”
- >”You ordered ponies to break into his house in order to read his diary, and search his room.”
- >You snort, and turn look back to the pages before you.
- ”If anything troll, we believe we have been too lenient; no doubt this colt wishes to mount our Octavia’s foal, and claim her womb this every eve if the opportunity arises…”
- “His bloodline has not proven itself worthy of her Anonymous, and he should do well to remember that.”
- >Much to your annoyance, your troll crackles, and smiles softly.
- >”Not everything is about /bloodlines and breeding/ Nightmare; he’s a kid. He’s probably too worried about hoofball tryouts to think about that stuff."
- >You grow annoyed at his bickering.
- >Were this any average pony, their blood would have been split long ago for such unruly remarks.
- >You flip the page, and reply.
- “He doesn’t play hoofball Anonymous, and he hasn’t for a number of years.”
- >A one of displeasure fills Anonymous’ voice.
- >”You know what I mean…”
- >The gentle clanging of a clock interrupts the conversation.
- >You turn to face the large timepiece, situated over the fireplace.
- >It’s nine past midnight.
- >He should be arriving any minute now.
- >You quickly close your own folder on Nocturnal, and move it underneath Anonymous’ plate.
- >The room falls silent.
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- >A few moments pass before you sense ponies approaching the entrance.
- >You gracefully open the entrance to your study, revealing a small unit of four stallions, with a teenage colt in the middle.
- >A black, magically sealed back covers his head, blocking any noise or light from entering.
- >Immediately, Anonymous speaks in a soft, whispered tone, as to prevent the guards from hearing the conversaton.
- >”Is there any good reason why you had them put a hood on him? You’d think being taken away by Royal Guards without warning would be traumatizing enough…”
- >You smile.
- “We though it necessary, so that he might not realize his destination, and formulate lies during the journey…”
- >A few moments later, the group of ponies arrives before you and Anonymous.
- >The guards all bow.
- >”This is the pony that you requested Empress.”
- >You nod slightly.
- ”Very well, you may take your leave.”
- >With practiced precision, the guards bow once again, before leaving the room, and closing the doors.
- >A few moments of silence pass, as the hooded pony stands in the center of the room.
- >You simply stare at him intensely, and scan his body.
- >”Well… he’s not exactly an… athlete…”
- >Anonymous voice is relaxed, and casual.
- >You can’t help but frown.
- >The room grows noticeably darker, but you pay little attention.
- “He’s truly a sad specimen. We wager he would struggle to even pull an empty wagon…”
- >The pony is shaking like a leaf in the wind, clearly unnerved by his situation.
- >You analyze the colt for a few more moments, for speaking.
- ”Have you had enough time Anonymous? We would like to speak with the colt now…”
- >He nods.
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- ”Very well.”
- >You quickly untie the hood, and toss it aside, revealing the fearful colt beneath.
- >As he realizes that he’s no longer blind and deaf, he slowly opens his eyes, and his ears twitch; adjusting to his surroundings.
- >He’s quickly regains use of his eyes, seeing how dimly lit your study is.
- >Your magic has all but muted what illumination the lamps might have granted, giving the room a cold, almost unforgiving atmosphere.
- >”Ah… where am I…”
- >Suddenly, his gaze meets your body and scans upward, until he is looking at your eyes.
- >In turn, his own eyes fully dilate, and he begins to stutter.
- >”E-Empress? Nightmare Moon?
- >As he realizes exactly whose audience he is in, he quickly falls to the ground, prostrating himself before you.
- >”Empress Nightmare Moon! I’m so sorry, I- I didn’t know… I don’t understand…”
- >You let him grovel in fear for a few moments longer than necessary, before dangling your right forehoof over the edge of the sofa.
- >While you would very much like to be more… curt, Anonymous has insisted that you be more forgiving with the colt.
- “Don’t let fear geld you little one; come, kiss the hoof of your Empress.”
- >Instantly, the foal looks up.
- >”Ah- ah yes- yes Empress…”
- >He’s voice is now weak and dry, as if moisture has left his body entirely.
- >Soon, his lips meet your hoof guard, and linger for a fraction of a second, before falling away, and returning to floor.
- >You grow annoyed.
- “Do you not see it necessary to acknowledge your Lord as well?”
- >He speaks in little more than a whisper.
- >”My… my -lor -my lord?”
- >Anonymous clears his throat loudly, letting his presence be known.
- >Instantly, the foal turns, and just as before, he speaks.
- >”It’s…. it’s….”
- >Anonymous places his left hand over the edge of his chair, putting his ring on full display.
- >”Lord Anonymous. It’s Lord Anonymous…”
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- >The foal nods, and quickly crawls over to Anonymous, before placing his lips on the ring.
- >Your Troll looks at the foal with mild annoyance.
- >You smile at the foal kissing Anonymous’ ring.
- >While your Brute has protested this practice as being stupid, you’ve ensured him that it’s important to instill such traditions of respect in your ponies.
- >After a moment, the foal backs away, and returns to his position before you and Anonymous.
- “Tell us colt, do you know why you have been brought here this evening?”
- >The colt furiously shakes his head.
- >”No Empress… I- I don’t know why…”
- >”Please… I- I don’t know anything about any rebels…. honest!…”
- >Anonymous speaks.
- >”We know that. Don’t worry, you aren’t in trouble Nocturnal…”
- >The colt turns to Anonymous, with renewed fear.
- >”How- how do you know my name…”
- “We know a great many things about you little colt, it is our duty to know our citizens…”
- >He immediately turns back to you.
- >”But… then why am I here?”
- >You frown slightly.
- “You’ve attempted to court a young filly correct?”
- >He turns his head slightly.
- >”Court? I don’t know what that-“
- >He’s interrupted by Anonymous.
- >”You’ve asked a filly on a date.”
- >Understanding your question, he takes a few moments to think, before nodding.
- >”Yeah, I- I have a date tonight…”
- “Do you know who that filly is little one?”
- >He nods.
- >”Of course. It’s Midnight Melancholy! She’s a very nice-“
- “/Miss/ Midnight Melancholy.”
- >You correct his rude remark.
- >He cringes, before continuing.
- >”I’m- I’m sorry Empress, I mean /Miss/ Midnight Melancholy.”
- >”She’s a nice mare, and tonight’s our first date!”
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- >A nice mare.
- >That’s now he describes her? As simply being a /nice/ mare?
- >You force yourself to remain calm, and continue.
- ”Tell us little colt, do you know from what family Miss Melancholy desends from?”
- >He shakes his head.
- >”Uh uh, I’ve never met her mom or dad…”
- >”I’ve seen her nanny though! Sometimes her nanny comes to pick her up after a we finish music practice!”
- >”She’s a really nice pony too! She even helped this one pony learn to play-“
- >Knowing better then to let his stories continue, you speak.
- “Midnight Melancholy is our niece little one.”
- >He freezes.
- >For a few moments, he simply stops, before quickly glancing toward Anonymous, and back to you.
- >“She… she’s your niece?”
- >You nod.
- >”But- but I thought…”
- >He looks back toward Anonymous.
- >”Do… do you have a sister?”
- >This time, it’s your eyes that expand for a brief second.
- >This is a question that you didn’t prepare for.
- >By the stars, Anonymous notices your pause, and recovers.
- >”It’s a term of… endearment. Midnight Melancholy is very important to Empress Nightmare Moon and I.”
- >Luckily, apparently missing your moment of shock, the colt turns toward Anonymous.
- >”Oh…. that makes more sense….”
- >You close your eyes briefly to regather yourself before continuing.
- “You see little one, we are very much interested in seeing if you are… worthy of accompanying Miss Melancholy on a social outing…”
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- >The colt turns to you again.
- “Understand Nocturnal, that Miss Melancholy is a very special mare, and we believe that only the most suitable colts should have an opportunity to take her hoof into society…”
- >Beginning to understand his reason before being in your presence, the colt begins to speak.
- >”I- I promise that I won’t do anything stupid! I- I’ll make sure that-“
- “We would like you to explain to us, in great detail, what you wish to do with Miss Melancholy on your first outing.”
- >The colt falls quiet.
- >Clearly, he didn’t expect this question.
- >Perhaps he planned to hide his true intentions under a thin veil of weak promises as Anonymous mentioned, but you shall not afford him that opportunity.
- >He awkwardly shuffles his hooves, and looks at the ground.
- >”Well… I… um…”
- >Anonymous speaks.
- >”Why don’t you start by telling us where you are going together?”
- >He looks toward Anonymous.
- >Perhaps he gains a drop of Anonymous’ firmness, as soon, he builds a small sense of courage, and speaks.
- >”We’re… we’re going to the Grand Galloping Galla.”
- >You already knew that; his diary explained the situation in great detail.”
- >He’s father's-
- >”My dad’s boss couldn’t make it, so he decided to give us the two picks that him and his wife bought…”
- >”But he didn’t know that my mom had planned a trip to Prance for their anniversery, so I asked for the tickets, and they gave them to me…”
- >Again, Anonymous jockeys him on.
- >”Now, how about telling us about your plans, starting from the beginning.”
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- >With a little more firmness, he beings to talk.
- >”I’m going to pick her up from her house at around 6 o’clock, than then-“
- “That’s no longer going to happen.”
- >In confusion, his ears drop.
- “Miss Melancholy resides in the Palace. The “address” that you’ve been given is not her true residence.”
- “/If/ we permit you to accompany Ms. Melancholy this evening, you shall report to the Palace Gates at six before midnight; the guards shall bring you to this chamber, where Miss Melancholy shall receive you.”
- >Realizing that there is still a chance to accompany your niece, he continues.
- >"I understand…”
- >”Anyways, after I picked her up-“
- “After she receives you.”
- >You correct his mistake.
- >He cringes, before restarting his sentence.
- >”After… she receives me…. I was planning going directly Gala…”
- >Out of the corner of your eye you notice Anonymous giving you an annoyed stare.
- >You scrunch your snout ever so slightly.
- >He told you before that you shouldn’t correct the colt very time he misspeaks.
- >He pointed out that colts today might not be knowledgable on proper manners, and that righting him constantly might make him uneasy.
- >”We were going to hopefully grab a small bite to eat outside at one of the venders, before going in- you know, just as a snack.”
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- >Ironically, this time Anonymous interrupts.
- >”If you want, you could come to the Palace a little earlier, and eat an early dinner with myself, the Empress, and Melancholy…”
- >The colt’s ears perk up slightly.
- >”It’s not a big deal, myself and Empress Nightmare Moon were going to eat anyways, and I’m sure the chefs wouldn’t mind making more food.”
- >”Besides, you can save yourself a few bits, and Melancholy won’t have to worry about spilling something on her gown.”
- >The colt thinks for a moment, before showing a very weak smile, and nodding.
- >”That would… be wonderful… thanks.”
- >You aren’t particularly surprised that he accepted.
- >The report mentioned that the colt only had 24 bits in his small chest; certainly not enough to provide proper food for Melancholy.
- “Then what shall you do with our Melancholy?"
- >He looks back toward you, and quickly, his smile disappears, replaced by his seemingly perpetual timidness.
- >”Well… after we got to the Gala we were going to meet a couple of my father’s friends who were attending…”
- >”My parents wanted to make sure that we were with someone we knew, so that nothing would happen…”
- “Safety Deposit and Cashiers Check, correct?”
- >He looks at you with surprise clear on his face.
- >”Ye-yeah, how did you-“
- “As we said before little one, your Empress knows a great many things about her ponies…”
- >He looks away for a second, before continuing.
- >”We were going to talk with ponies during the socializing period… and perhaps listen the musicians for a while…”
- >”And who were you planning on talking with during the social hours Mr. Nocturnal?”
- >Anonymous comments.
- >”It doesn’t seem like you know very many ponies in Nobility, or even upper society, so you wouldn’t know many ponies there…”
- >”And your still just two teenagers, so you aren’t going to be worth many of these ponies’ time…”
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- >Nocturnal shuffles his hooves awkwardly, trying to formulate a reply.
- >”Well… I’m sure there will be a few ponies our age there as well… I was thinking that we could-“
- “Your father is a useless assistant at a arcane laboratory; you are not peers with the ponies as such an event.”
- >Instantly, his ears drop, and he looks at his hooves once again.
- >”Well… we could… um…”
- >You look toward Anonymous who is once again staring at you firmly.
- >Clearly, he didn’t particularly enjoy you reminding the foal of his place.
- >Quickly, you attempt to formulate a solution.
- >But what?
- >Who could possibly find such a pony interesting?
- >He’s street filth, attempting to mount your precious Melancoly?
- >It strikes you.
- >While this colt has no social standing, Melancholy carries the authority of the Crown!
- ”You shall socialize with the Flag Officers of the Equestrian Military…”
- >He looks at you with fearful confusion.
- "While your lowly lineage holds little standing, Miss Melancholy is the most desired mare in the Empire…”
- ”You shall gather with the officers of our Royal forces.”
- ”We shall even notify them to bring their foals, so that you might have suitable peers for conversation…”
- >He nods weakly.
- >”Thank you Empress… I-“
- “We should hope that being in their presence might inspire you to become a more courageous, noble stallion…”
- >His words die in his mouth, forcing him to restart his sentence.
- >”Thank you Empress, I… appreciate it…”
- >You nod.
- “We should assume that you intend to dance with Miss Melancholy after socializing, correct?”
- >He nods weakly.
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- >”That’s- that’s correct your Majesty…”
- ”And have you been educated in formal dance?”
- ”Or are you going to attempt to rub your filthy trunk against her tender form?”
- >He quickly shakes his head.
- >”No Empress! Not at all!”
- >”I’ve- my school has dancing classes, and I’ve attended the dance club for the last few weeks…”
- >You already knew that.
- >While you doubt he is nearly refined enough to properly guide your Melancholy’s hoof in dance, attempting to teach him this late would be futile.
- >So you nod.
- “Very well, you shall lay your hooves on Miss Melancholy only within sight of our officers, or Lord Anonymous and I…”
- >Now, perhaps the most important question regarding his plans for this evening is to be asked.
- >While you were fully aware of his plans up until the dance, what he intended to do afterwards was still a mystery.
- >Although you could have easily asked Melancholy, you wish to hear it from the Colt’s snout.
- >”And tell us little colt, where shall you be taking our Melancholy after this evening’s dance?”
- >He looks toward you, than to Anonymous, and back to you.
- >Such a fearful colt.
- >”Well… I was… we were planing to get desert at Flake ’n Shake…”
- >You withhold the urge to laugh.
- “You wish to feed our Melancholy the food of lowly commoners?”
- >Surprisingly, he hold firm, and nods weakly.
- >”I- I asked Melan- Miss Melancholy, and she mentioned that Flake ’n Shake has one of her favorite deserts…”
- >You raise an eyebrow.
- >”She likes the Strawberry Milkshake with granola… that’s why she suggested we go there…”
- “Miss Melancholy made this selection herself?”
- >While you find the idea difficult to believe, he nods.
- >”Yes your Highness… she suggested it… it’s a new store, and she likes it...”
- >You take a moment to consider the plan.
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- >While allowing him to escort her beyond Palace grounds may give him the false sense of success, Melancholy did request it..”
- “Very well then. We shall ensure Melancholy has agreed to this plan, but if it is true, we shall permit you to accompany her to the vender…”
- >Instantly, the colt looks up.
- >”Does that mean we can go?”
- >Your gaze narrows, and you begin to feel a thin, arcane mist tickle the edge of your eyes.
- >The room becomes frigid, and you notice the fur on the colt stand on end, as his breath turns to fog in the air.
- >Your wings open into a full display of your power.
- >The colt awkward shuffles backward, while stuttering out an apology.
- >”I- I didn’t mean-“
- “We have /NOT/ granted you permission you stupid, insolent /SWINE/; and you will cease such idiotic presumptions, lest we spill your blood on the floor upon which you stand…”
- >The foal is nearly frozen in fear, and fails to speak.
- >Perhaps noticing his weakness, Anonymous stands, and slowly makes his way over to the pony.
- >Instantly, the foal’s gaze locks onto him.
- >"No… no… please… I didn’t mean…”
- >”Shh…. It’s ok….”
- >Your troll places his hand behind the colt’s ear, before crouching before him.
- >”You’re a good little colt, right?”
- >He nods.
- >”Please… I didn’t-“
- >”No one’s going to hurt you, ok?”
- >Again he nods as Anonymous rubs his ear between his fingers.
- >”Now, you need to remember that Empress Nightmare Moon is /your/ ruler, and just like Royal Court, you don’t ever put words into her mouth, understand?”
- >O-ok…”
- >”Now I want you to be a big colt, and apologize to her, ok?”
- >Trying to calm the colt, Anonymous moves his hand from his ear, and rubs it down the colt’s back.”
- >”Ok… I- I understand…”
- >”Good…”
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- >Anonymous pets the colt for a few more moments, before slowly standing, and returning to his seat.
- >In that time, you’ve managed to calm yourself into a more… reasonable state.
- >You’ve reheated the room, and reduced your magic.
- >Your wings however, stay fully spread.
- >The colt takes a few moments to gather himself further, before slowly approaching you.
- >Once again, you allow your hoof to hang over the edge of your sofa.
- “Crawl.”
- >The colt takes a moment to digest the words, before quickly lowering himself onto the floor.
- >A small, toothy smile appears on your face.
- >You wish that Melancholy could see her chosen mate now…
- >On the floor, fully aware of his position before the Crown.
- >If he treats Melancholy with an equal level of respect, perhaps he shall be… tolerable…
- >Eventually, after an awkward, clumsy crawl across the floor, the colt reaches you sofa, and places his lips upon the cold, metal hoof guard.
- >After a long pause, you withdraw your hoof.
- “Very well little colt, but we have more questions to ask before we make our decision…”
- >Slowly, he nods.
- "Firstly, we should ask if you are willing to swear an oath of secrecy about this meeting, and any knowledge of Melancholy’s relation to the Crown…”
- “As we’re sure you’ve realized, Melancholy very much enjoys mingling among the average Canterlot citizen on occasion. Should knowledge of our involvement become public, that would swiftly come to an end…”
- >He nods.
- >”I understand… I promise.”
- >For the first time, you notice a true level of sincerity in his eyes.
- >Perhaps it’s because this topic directly effects Melancholy…
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- ”Now, we shall ask the most important questions…”
- >He nods.
- “Beyond this eve, what are your intentions of Miss Melancholy?”
- >His head turns slightly in confusion.
- “Do you wish to only accompany her for this evening in hopes that she shall become your bed whorse?”
- “Or do you wish court her, in hope of taking her hoof in before us, and become her champion and sire?”
- >A blush consumes Nocturnals face, as he looks away briefly.
- >“Well… I… I wasn’t planning on… you know… having sex tonight…”
- >Anonymous interrupts him.
- >"We’d like to know if you’re trying to have Miss Melancholy as a girlfriend, or if this is just for the dance?”
- >Nocturnal looks toward Anonymous.
- >”Girlfriend?”
- >This time, you correct for your Brute.
- “Marefriend. Would you like to have Melancholy as a marefriend?”
- >He looks back to you, before gently nodding.
- >”If… if she’d like to… I’d… I’d love to have her as a marefriend… I- I like her a lot…”
- >You watch his eyes closely.
- >Again, he appears to be sincere…
- >You nod.
- ”Very well then, we shall permit you to be Miss Melancholy’s escort this evening, under three conditions…”
- >The colt’s eyes grow wide, and he speaks enthusiastically.
- >”What conditions? I promise, I’ll do whatever you wish..”
- >You smile, and using your magic, reach for a small vile of liquid on the table beside you.
- ”First, as stated before, we request that you keep any knowledge of Melancholy’s relation to the Crown, and knowledge of this meeting, a secret to every pony, including your family, and Miss Melancholy…”
- >He nods with an almost comical strength.
- >”I promise! I won’t tell anyone!”
- >You close your eyes, and nod.
- “You shall also meet with myself and Lord Anonymous whenever we request it, should Melancholy accept your courtship…”
- >Again, he nods.
- >”I will. I promise…”
- ”Very well, than we have only one more condition.”
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- >You extend your hoof toward the colt, and move the vial toward the colt.
- >Gently removing the cork, your tilt the container ever so slightly and allow a few drops of the liquid to fall onto your hoof guard, before resealing it, and placing it onto the table.
- “If you simply kiss our hoof, and drink the liquid that rest upon it, we shall permit you to court our Midnight Melancholy…”
- >He recoils slightly.
- >”What… what is that?”
- >You chuckle.
- ”It is a potion little colt. If you consume it, you shall become chaste, and forfeit control of your stallionhood…”
- >A look of absolute horror overcomes his face.
- >”What? What do you mean? I- I’ll be a gelding?”
- >Your laugh is slightly more vocal this time.
- ”Such a typical colt you are, so concerned about control over his seed, even if it has no use…”
- >You take a moment to control your laughter.
- "No no little one, you shall still potent, but unable to become erect, or spill seed at thy will.”
- >”Immediately, he tries to think of excuses.”
- >”But… but what if I need to-“
- “Touch thy self little colt? Is thou honestly as low as to confess masterbation in front of thy Empress?”
- >He shakes his head.
- >”No! No! I don’t- I- I mean… I haven’t- I won’t-…”
- >…
- >…
- >...
- >As he realizes his lack of valid reasons, his ears drop.
- >”What- what about with… you know… Miss Melan-“
- “Was thou thinking about mounting her before asking for her hoof? Does thou lack such self control as to taint an unwed, pure mare like Miss Melancholy?”
- >Again he shakes his head.
- >”No… that’s not it…”
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- >”What about after- I- I mean /if/ we get married?”
- >You smile, and gently rub your mane down his trunk.
- “At any time our magic can reverse the spell, and grant you control again…”
- “Should Melancholy ever accept your hoof in marriage, and we approve, than we shall remove the spell at the ceremony…”
- >You giggle again.
- “Perhaps we shall teach Miss Melancholy how to cast such a spell, in case she wishes to keep you in line…”
- >You run your mane under his belly, just above his most private area.
- >Looking down, you notice his length beginning to swell.
- “You see little colt- should you wish to court Miss Melancholy, than we shall take possession of your stallionhood…”
- >Feeling your mane touch his sensitive stomach, he gasp.
- >Just as quickly, you withdraw your mane.
- ”However, if you wish to court other… lesser mares… than we suppose we could also reverse the spell…”
- “That is of course, assuming your courtship ends without harming Miss Melancholy’s emotions…”
- >The colt is silent, and lowers his head and ears.
- >You notice him bring his hoof close to his partly exposed stallionhood, before quickly placing it on the ground, once again aware of his surroundings.
- >Such simple creatures to control…
- “We grow tired of your indecision. Either kiss and consume, or take thy leave, and deny your only opportunity to court Miss Melancholy…”
- >His eyes lock onto your hoof guard, and the few drops of liquid that rest upon it.
- >A few long, tense seconds pass, before…
- >He closes his eyes, and lowers his head, placing his lips upon your hoof.
- >You can feel the force of his tongue run along the metal, before retreating into his mouth.
- >His kiss lingers.
- >You notice a tear beginning to form upon his eye.
- >Reaching down with your wing, your gently remove the tear, and place a primary under his chin, prompting him to raise his head.
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- ”Very well Sire Nocturnal, you may acknowledge lord Anonymous, and take your leave.
- >The stallion looks at you in the eyes, before slowly nodding, and turning toward Anonymous.
- >This time, he is much more willing to serve his ring, which Nocturnal quickly kisses, before making his way toward the door.
- >As he walks away, you speak.
- “You may have the guards take you to the Royal Seamstress and Cashier…”
- >He stops, and looks over his wither.
- >”Empress?”
- “We are aware of the tuxedo you were intending to wear, and we believe it is unfitting for Ms. Melancholy…”
- ”We’ve instructed the tailor to produce a more… suitable outfit for the occasion. You shall take to home with you, and wear it this evening…”
- ”Additionally, we’ve instructed the cashier to provide you with a 1000 bits for this evening…”
- “While we expect you to obtain a job in order to provide for Miss Octavia’s entertainment as proof of your dedication, we are willing to cover the expenses for the first few outings, until you’ve secured a wage.”
- >A small smile appears on his face as he turns around, and falls into a small bow.
- >”Thank you Empress…”
- >You don’t smile, but nod.
- “You may leave now, we have other matters to attend to…”
- >Quickly, he stands, and heads toward the doors.
- >A moment later, and he is gone, leaving only Anonymous with you in the room.
- >Silence hands in the room for a few seconds, as you hear hoof steps become increasingly distant in the hallway outside.
- >Eventually, it is silent.
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- >”What do you think of him Nightmare?”
- >Your brute walks over, and taking a seat beside you on the sofa.
- “He is… less than what we would have expected, but he /does/ appears sufficiently dedicated…”
- >”I didn’t see anything concerning.”
- >”He did surprisingly well for a pony who just gave away control of his penis…”
- >You chuckle.
- ”We can’t think of any reason why he might need it in the foreseeable future…”
- >As Anonymous sits, you use your mane, and gently rub his neck.
- “It was clever of you to invite him to dinner; perhaps we can observe how he treats Melancholy.”
- >”I’m sure that they’ll have enough ponies watching them tonight as it is; I just though it’d be practical.”
- >You massage Anonymous’ neck for a few seconds.
- “We suppose he is… tolerable - although we will see how he performs this evening…”
- >You can feel him chuckle.
- >”That’s better than what I expected from you, so I’ll approve as well…”
- >You look toward the double doors on the opposite side of the room.
- “ Perhaps we should inform them now?”
- >Your troll leans back into your mane.
- >”We don’t see why not…”
- >Soon, the doors open, revealing both Octavia and Melancholy, who quickly make their way into the room.
- >As they walk, you can’t help but smile at the resemblance between the two mares.
- >While you suspected she would produce wonderful fruit, Melancholy has surpassed your highest expectations.
- >Octavia’s reserved smile contract the beaming excitement in Melancholy’s eyes.
- >”Did you like him Auntie Moon?”
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- >You smile, and nod.
- “You may go to the Gala with him this evening, although we’ll-“
- >Her Hooves instantly wrap around your neck, and nuzzles you ecstatically.
- >”Oh thank you Auntie! Thank you so much!”
- >You nuzzle her gently, before coaxing her off of you.
- >Looking to your left, you notice Anonymous and Octavia holding a hushed conversation.
- >You notice Octavia’s ears drop slightly, before Melancholy interrupts.
- >“Did you hear that mom? I’m going to the Gala!”
- >Octavia brief turns and nods, and congratulates Melancholy, before turning back to Anonymous.
- >Looking back to Melancholy, you speak.
- ”Anonymous invited Nocturnal to eat with us before the Gala, so we’ll get a chance to talk together before the night starts.”
- >The impossibly large smile on her face somehow grows wider, as she turns toward Anonymous, and nuzzles his knee.
- >”Thank you Uncle Anon!”
- >He quickly stretches her ear, and replies, before returning to his conversation with Octavia.
- “You should start getting ready Melancholy; Octavia had the maids prepare a spa session for you.”
- >Melancholy nods, before kissing your now clean hoof guard, and exiting the room.
- >It brings a small smile to your face.
- >Truly, what a wonderful mare she has become…
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