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 >that one prompt from before:
 >Ponies can understand Anon-words
 >Anon cannot understand horse-noises
 
 >You are Luna, herald of the night; protector of dreams; the face of darkness
 >You are also very bored.
 >Nopony's coming to your night court tonight.
 >It's been... three days since anypony had troubles that couldn't be solved during the day by your sister.
 >Not that you're complaining, though; you never really had the head for politics.
 >>"Ooh, my neighbour's tree branches stick out over my fence! Fix it!"
 >>"Wah! This mare's ancestors might have done something to MY ancestors! Throw her in the dungeon!"
 >Bucking peasants.
 >They were half the reason you turned dark a thousand years ago.
 >And they've only gotten worse.
 >At least back then, mares complained about blood-feuds and assassinations.
 >But one thing hasn't changed: your legion of tight-flanked colt-filled Royal Guards.
 >MMM!
 >At least your nights aren't a total waste, knowwhatimsayin'?
 >"Oh! Oh, well aren't YOU just the prettiest little thing?"
 >What the Moon is that thing.
 >A bipedal creatures is stalking towards you.
 >Strangely enough, he has a look of utter delight on his face.
 >Not an expression you're used to being on the business end of.
 "Halt, creature! State thy business!"
 >"Aww, somebody's a grumpster! Is it you? Is it?"
 >....is this thing mentally challenged?
 "Is this how you address your Princess? Guards, how did it even get in here?"
 >"Oh gosh, you look so soft and pretty. I wanna pet you!"
 >What.
 >NOPONY pets the royal fur!
 >Y-you're saving the Royal Tuft for your special somepony...
 [spoiler]>Your shy, meek, perfect horsebando...[/spoiler]
 >You stand up off of your throne and begin to back away.
 >Your morality prevents you from harming this confused colt, but you're running out of space behind you.
 >"Get back here, you big muffin! I'm gonna getcha! I'm gonna getcha!"
 >Oh Moon, is this what rape feels like?
 >You're so distracted by your imminent rape that you fail to notice that this rape-monster has closed the distance between the two of you.
 >With a yelp, he sits down and drags you onto his lap and lays you down on your back.
 >"Ohh, you're so soft. How did you get so soft?"
 >You want to answer him but you can't reveal your daily morning private spa treatment!
 >That shit's for COLTS!
 "G-guards! Guards, apprehend this creature! I need an adult!"
 >Your guards flood the room, looking around for a threat as best as their admittedly sub-par training has shown them.
 >Damn your decision to fill your ranks with eye-candy!
 >One of your guards spots your predicament and gasps loudly
 >>"Oh my Celestia, is that the cuddle-monster?"
 >Another one titters and does a little dance in place.
 >>"Oh, I LOVE that colt! He gives the BEST belly rubs!"
 >O-oh, my.
 >Colt-on-colt bellyrubbing?
 [spoiler]>That's so lewd![/spoiler]
 "Guards, get this thing off of me right now!"
 >But you are ignored.
 >Your guards talk amongst themselves about their meet-ups with his large monster.
 >Meanwhile, said creature is giving your tummy tum-tums slow rubs, and he's talking to you like you were a foal.
 >"You're my little cutie-patootie and I'll love you forever."
 >...
 "R-really?"
 [spoiler]>Is this what love feels like?[/spoiler]
 >Maybe you were a bit hasty trying to get this thing off of you.
 
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 >....the buck is your sister at?
 >You are Celestia, and Luna isn't eating her breakfast-slash-dinner with you this morning.
 >You're having pancakes this morning, and your chubby little sister normally can't resist stuffing her face with them.
 >You suspect that something is a-hoof.
 >With poise and grace and all that bullshit, you walk through the halls of your venerable castle, opulent and imperial.
 >As you approach your sister's bedroom door, the sounds of muffled rap music grows louder.
 >...no, you were wrong.
 >That's FUNK music.
 >What is that that stomping you hear?
 >Is Luna dancing?
 >Oh goodness, you HAVE to see this.
 >Without any consideration for you sister's privacy, you open the door just a crack and poke your muzzle in.
 >"MACHO MACHO MARE"
 >Yes.
 >"I'VE GOT TO BE! A MACHO MARE!"
 >Yes!
 >"I'VE GOT TO BE A MACHO MACHO MARE!"
 >Mon Dieu!
 >"I'VE GO TO BE A MACHO~"
 >You are Luna.
 >You think you've maybe misjudged this gentle creature.
 >Sure, he was a little bit rough at first.
 >And sure, he didn't really consider anything you were saying to him....
 >He basically did what he wanted with you and didn't even listen when you told him to stop.
 >That part was actually kind of hot.
 >You've learned something new about yourself today.
 >You like to think that you're good friends with him now.
 >Maybe even more than friends.
 >Dare you say it?
 >The most forbidden of special friends?
 >....
 >Cuddle buddies.
 >If his babbling and half-mad promises are anything to go by, you think he's probably going to find a bedroom and just starting living here in this castle with you.
 >This is okay with you.
 >Because you NEVER get to have as much fun with ANYPONY as you are now!
 >You've invited him into your bedroom (NOT because you thought he might see your bed and decide to lay down and snuggle the Royal Tuft) and one thing lead to another...
 >The two of you are dancing to what was THE hottest song back before you were grounded and sent to your moon.
 >He's got your fore-hooves in his gentle grip, forcing you to stand up and balance on your hind legs.
 >This is the most fun you've had in CENTURIES.
 
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 April 26, 2016:
 
 >You are Cadence, and you regret staffing your royal guard with mares.
 >How were you supposed to know that mares were the stallions of the world a thousand years ago?!
 >You've found three of them already asleep, and you know that it's only a matter of time, now.
 >He's here.
 >You don't know how, but he's here.
 >But you are a princess, dammit! You won't be beat by a colt!
 >You're going to make your last stand in the most secure room in the palace: your bedroom.
 >With Shining on your heels, you sprint through the crystal halls, adrenaline amplifying each and every sound echoing through your castle.
 "J-just a few *huff* more halls, Sh-shiny."
 >....
 >....how long has it been since you've heard him complaining about ruining his hooficure?
 >You're suddenly aware that you've only been able to hear one set of hoof-steps for the last minute or two; that of your own.
 >You skid to a stop and spin around to look behind you.
 >He's gone.
 >No.
 >Please, Celestia, no.
 >You almost lost him at the wedding; you can't lose him now.
 >Not again.
 >>"Rock-a-by baby, on the tree-top..."
 >Your heart skips a beat.
 >>"When the wind blows, the cradle will rock..."
 >You taken an involuntary step backwards, away from the new voice.
 >>"When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall..."
 >A figure steps around the corner, bipedal and green. Your husband is asleep in his arms.
 >He.... he looks so comfortable and content.
 >Who would DO that to a colt?!
 >>"And down will fall baby, cradle and all..."
 >You think you just peed yourself a little.