Revised Evil Momlestia story.

>Celestia stands behind you and watches expectantly as you stare down at the bound and gagged mare laying curled up fearfully upon your bed.
>You're not quite sure how you should react as your mother nudges you forwards with a wing and offers you an encouraging smile.
>"Come on now, sweetie, don't be shy," she practically purrs in your ear, "it's your birthright as my son to have claim to any mare you desire."
>You look down at the pitiful sight on your bed, the young mare now struggling against her bonds.
"I... uh... I'm not sure if-"
>"Is this one not to your liking? Too scrawny perhaps?" Your mother interrupts. "She comes from a long line of powerful unicorns and her family has great and wealthy estates in the east, plus she's in heat at the moment as I'm sure you can tell."
>You know what your mother is suggesting is amoral, but then again... she often says she's the only one who can judge right from wrong and you know you're above retribution.
>Would it really be so bad to just do what she expects of you?
>"Come now, Anonymous, she is quite beautiful by my eye and is unsullied," Celestia urges, "prime breeding stock."

>"Still no?" You mother sighs melodramatically. "My but you're picky when it comes to your conquests."
>Opening the door to your private chambers with her magic Celestia calls in the guards stationed outside to take the bound mare back to the dungeon.
>"And after I went to all the trouble of ordering your maids to bathe and clean her too."
>You sit down upon the end of your bed and offer an semi-apologetic shrug.
>"I just don't understand you sometimes, sweetie," continues the princess as she sits by your side and wraps you in a wing, "I bring you the most beautiful and influential ponies from the four corners of Equestria and yet still none of them are good enough for you."
"I wouldn't say they're not g-"
>You're cut off as your mother pulls you against her side and nuzzles you affectionately, effectively shutting you up as your face is pushed into her silky white fur.
>"I would have begun to suspect you weren't into mares at all if not for the fact that I know you've been having a little fun with a couple of your maids and a cook, not to mention my assistant."
"H-How did you know about that?"
>"Oh please, as if so much as a pin drops in this palace without me knowing about it."
"Well why can't I just have one of them?"
>"Them?" Your mother asks as if you'd just suggested you sire her grandchildren with a worm. "Nonsense, they're common riff-raff."
>Sometimes you couldn't get your head around your mother's thought process.
>One moment she was bringing you random mares from the dungeon to 'sate you desires upon' as she put it, the next she was going on about keeping the bloodline pure and undiluted by the common herd.
>"I would almost allow you to have my sister carry your offspring if it weren't for the fact that I know she's just itching to get rid of me and have the throne all to herself and it would give her the perfect excuse."
"Aunty Luna, really?"
>Your mother smirks at you.

>"You and she have been very naughty together, haven't you? As I said, not a pin drops in this palace without me knowing about it."
"That uh, that doesn't bother you?"
>Your mother lets out a chuckle at that.
>"Of course not, sweetie, her beauty is second only to my own."
>Humility was never one of your mother's strong points.
>"Such urges are natural for a male of your age and my sister is certainly of good breeding and noble blood, not to mention the way she flaunts herself to you."
>You can't help but blush a little at that.
>Your auntie had always been somewhat upfront with her desire towards you and made her intentions very obvious.
>"She's always resented living under my shadow and clearly sees you as a means to gain more power."
"But doesn't she have greater authority than me?"
>"Oh Anon, so naive." Your mother says with a gentle smile. "I am the dominant sister, and as my son you're my heir, not her. If anything ever happened to me, which it won't, you would be crowned king and my sister would be answerable to you.
>That's something you didn't know.
>"Of course, if my sister married you or mothered your child she would gain a great deal of power in the eyes of the world and at last be out of my shadow."
>Standing from the bed Celestia fixes you with a serious expression.
>"Since none of my choices for a suitable mare to carry your child have pleased you, I ask you directly to choose."
>Oh great back to this again.
>"You may pick any mare you see fit that is of good blood, any at all and I will bring them here."


>What's the use in fighting, after all you can't stall for time forever.
>Celestia has been encouraging you to continue the bloodline since you hit puberty, and now that you've fully matured she seems adamant that you pick a mare to be the mother of her grandchildren.
>You know you'll have no part in raising the children even if they are yours and that your mother certainly wouldn't expect you to help look after them.
>All she's interested in is you 'doing the business' so to speak, and couldn't care less if you don't so much as look at the mare you pick after you've done your part.
>So essentially all you have to do is have sex then bask in your mother's praise and adoration for having done your duty.
>You did in fact enjoy sex, despite what others may think from your reluctance to pick a mare, you just weren't exactly a fan of your mother's habit of bringing them bound and gagged to your bed chamber then just standing there expectantly for you to 'sate yourself' as she worded it.
>Then there's the bombshell that Luna, whose affections were admittedly inappropriate coming from an aunt, was just interested in you because she saw you as both a competitor for the throne and a potential pawn to use to gain more power for herself.
>With a sigh you realise you may as well just choose a mare and get it over with.
>A triumphant smile slowly grows on Celestia's face as she sees the acceptance in yours.
>"I can see you're starting to see things my way, sweetie."
"Well I suppose being a father wouldn't be so bad, right?"
>"Of course not!" She exclaims, beaming happily. "You wouldn't have to lift a finger in bringing up the child, I would hire the most qualified of nannies to care for their every whim and I would teach them personally as I did you."
>So that's what your mother wants? Another life to mould and shape as she sees fit.

>Well if that's what she desires then you suppose you'll provide it.
"Okay, I'll choose."
>Celestia picks you up from the bed and pulls you towards herself, wrapping you in her wings and nuzzling you affectionately.
>Was this really the same tyrannical ruler that threw ponies into the dungeons for 'not bowing low enough' or 'sneezing in an offensive fashion'.
>"I knew my dear boy would not disappoint me," she practically cooed, "though maybe I should start calling you my big, strong man from now on, hmm? It doesn't do to be calling a parent 'boy' in front of their offspring now does it?"
>You're still not convinced about this whole idea, but at least your mother seems happy.
>"If I may be so bold as to make a suggestion, perhaps a fine young Saddle Arabian princess would please you? Her larger build would mean you could really let loose and enjoy yourself without damaging her, as your father was so fond of doing with me. Not to mention if you married her she would be loyal and subservient to you until death. We can't discount the riches the union would bring us either. After all we would have access to Saddle Arabia's vast trade in exotic goods thanks to the increase in our diplomatic standing with them."
>Your mother was nothing if not a shrewd negotiator, even if her form of negotiation often involved threats of incineration and castration.
>You pull away from Celestia's feathery grasp.
"I'll consider it so long as you promise never to talk about you and father having sex again."
>Your mother fixes you with a playful grin.
>"Don't be so squeamish, Anon, were it not for your father's near constant demands for intimacy you'd not be here."
>She sighs wistfully, seemingly lost in some fondly remembered memory.
>"Say what you like about that man but by the stars he knew how to please a mare... So forceful."

"Mother, for the sake of decency stop!"
>That seems to have snapped her from her reminiscing.
>"I didn't raise you to be a prude, dear."
"Okay fine, whatever, now back on subject."
>"Ah yes, so may I send a diplomat to arrange a meeting between you and the Caliph of Saddle Arabia's daughter?"
>You may as well just give in because you know your mother will never let this matter drop.
"Yes, I suppose."
>Once again Celestia beams at you.
>"I knew you'd see things my way eventually, my wonderful boy."
>One thing troubles you however.
"That does leave one thing, mother."
>Celestia's expression didn't change and she continued to smile adoringly at you.
"If aunty Luna has just been using me as a way to gain power then won't this upset her plans slightly if I were to get married? I mean what should I do in the meantime if she comes to visit me in the night again? We both know aunty can get a little... unpredictable, at times when things don't go her way."
>Your mother sighed deeply and remained silent for a moment before eventually looking up at you once more.
>"If my 'dear' sister comes to you again then tell her nothing and act as if we never had this conversation. I will make all the arrangements in secret and with a little luck the first Luna will know of the wedding is when you and your bride stand in front of the altar and give your vows, by which time it'll be far too late for her to interfere."
"And if she wants-"
>"If she wants to throw herself at you like a cheap harlot then let her."
>Your mother smirks at you.
>"After all, she won't be in season for another three months, so there's no reason not to have a little fun. Besides, you could call it practice for your wedding night."

>The following hours passed in a blur, the realisation that you had just agreed to wed a mare you'd never even met fully dawning upon you even as your mother's sun slipped below the horizon and you climbed into bed.
>Sinking into the the pillows you let out a sigh and stare up at the ceiling above, the soft moonlight casting delicate shadows barely visible as darker shades of black in the night.
>Hearing a soft knock you blink, pulled from you idle reverie you turn to your door.
"Yes."
>With her head held respectfully low a maid enters your room and gives a slight bow.
>"Forgive me, but will you be wishing for company tonight, your highness?"
>You hesitate, not quite sure how to answer.
>True you were known to occasionally indulge yourself with the palace staff, but never before had one of the servant mares actually come to your room for that express purpose.
>You don't doubt this is your mother's doing.
>Most likely she ordered the first maid she'd seen to report to your chambers once you'd retired for the night and 'reward you' for finally obeying her wishes and agreeing at last give her the grandchildren she'd been so desperately wanting.
>"M-My lord?"
>Oh right, you sort of zoned out there and the and the maid's still awaiting your answer.
"No, thank you, that will be all."
>"Very good, sir, good night."
>Again the petite little creature gives you a courteous bow before turning and making her way out, closing the door softly behind her.
>Once again left in peace you roll onto your side and let your eyes drift close, the soft sound of the wind outside lulling you too sleep.

>"Get out of our way, you wretched whorse!"
>As your eyes snap open once again you recognise the sound of your aunty's voice in the hallway outside your room.
>Evidently the temperamental mare had just passed the maid who had left moments before in the corridor.
>You barely have time to once again sit up before your door is again thrust open, your aunt not being a big believer in knocking.
>Striding confidently into your bedroom the night princess fixes you with what you're sure is a false smile.
>"Ah, beloved nephew! How do you fair this fine night?"
"Oh... you know, fine I guess, but tired."
>Your hopes that Luna would understand your hint of wishing to be left alone to sleep are dashed as she makes her way over to your bed and takes a seat upon the covers beside you.
>"Of course, you've had a busy day after all. I hear my sister brought you another plaything this afternoon."
>It's not surprising that your aunt would learn of things so quickly.
>Her guards were well know to report what should have been private matters to her in the past.
>"How foolish of my sister to think that you would desire such common stock. A fine young man such as yourself should be served by only the finest Equestria has to offer."
>Slowly your aunt presses herself against you as you recline against your pillows, her face now mere inches away from yours and graced by a well practised smile.