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- >Day Try the Alternative in Equestria
- >Be Anonymous the Squire
- >You are awaken by the sound of hoof beats stamping across wooden boards
- >”Rise and shine, squire! We have work to do today.”
- >You sit up in your shoddy bed and Nightlight tosses an apple into your lap
- >Nightlight says an apple a day will make you strong like her
- >You could never be as strong as the brave knight you service
- >The night air feels comforting on your bare chest and you feel Nightlight’s eyes on your small frame
- >”Looks like your putting a little muscle on from carry all the gear.”
- >It is true, you ponder, and you do feel stronger
- >Despite Nightlight’s kind words, you will soon be back in your place and she in hers
- >You throw on a loose fitting undershirt, your tattered leather boots, and bedeck yourself in the fine indigo tabard of your mistress’ cutie mark
- >Her tabard, representing your house under her rule, flutters about your body and fills you with the spirit of the guard
- >In the thin layer of silk, you are not just a sole human in a strange land, but are a member of the royal guard who is to be respected, admired, and beloved by the peasantry
- >A steely hoof prods you forward as the snickering voice of Nightlight moves you along
- >”Grab my gear, we have to warm up while the fields are still empty.”
- “Yes, mistress.”
- >You gingerly take hold of the pony crafted weapons and armour
- >It is heavy and awkwardly shaped for you, but this is a pittance to pay for all that you have
- >Trotting ahead of you, Nightlight begins to make her way towards the arena with you in tow
- >It has never been easy for you to keep up with anyp0ny, though it was always nice when Nightlight would walk beside you and chat
- >Daydreaming aside, you make it to the arena and carefully place Nightlight’s glimmering mail and sturdy lance on a rack
- >Your mentor is stretching herself out and limbering up for the workout ahead
- >”Great night for some jousting, right, sentry?”
- “Of course, mistress.”
- >”We’ll show the other houses just who runs this show!”
- >Nightlight is always so full of energy and enthusiasm for competition, but you know who she specifically wants to duel
- >”Well, let’s get to it.”
- >You lift a paddle buckler from the rack of equipment and take up your practiced sparring stance
- >”Good form, sentry, but spread your legs a bit more for balance. Celestia knows you only have two to work with.”
- >Regardless of the biting remark, you do as instructed and Nightlight circles you
- >”Much better, don’t want you falling over in one kick.”
- >She nods to you and you to her before you begin
- >Like thunder crashing atop a mountain, the padded bit of wood in your hands rattles under Nightlight’s strength
- >You feel the tremors rock your very core before ending in your feet
- >Without much hesitation, Nightlight begins to maneuver about you
- >You swivel and plant your weight in time for another kick
- >Again and again, Nightlight attempts to break your defense and your shirk off her blows
- >With a huff in her breath, Nightlight compliments you
- >”Not one kick got through! I think we should take it up a notch.”
- >You are uncertain what that means until Nightlight flashes you a devious smile
- >Like the wind, she is all around you
- >Her hooves pummel your buckler with rapid clacks and you stumble back against the assault
- >You decide to fight back now lest you disappoint your mentor
- >The buckler absorbs a blow and you press it into the next
- >Nightlight’s hooves bounce, but she regains her momentum with ease
- >Three swift raps ring out against your shield as you count
- “But, where’s the fou-?”
- >A strong hoof finds its way between your legs and swipes your off your feet
- >You fall with all the dignity you can muster before the moonlit sky greets you
- >Lying still, you catch your breath and clear your head
- >Nightlight casually saunters about you before crossing over your body in a triumphant leap
- >”Nice moves, kid. You learn quickly.”
- >Your face burns in part from the fall and from the praise
- “Thank you.”
- >”Alright, no more lounging. We have an hour to clean up before the games begin.”
- >You nod and hop to your feet
- >Nightlight chuckles lightly with a hoof over her mouth
- >”You deserve a bath after such a fine workout. Besides, can’t have my squire smelling like dirt in front of the other houses.”
- >A dignified knight if ever you had met one
- >It is a short trip to your quarters and you take the scenery into account
- >A lovely night for jousting, you think
- >Opening the wooden door, you allow Nightlight in after carefully removing her shoes
- >”Draw a warm bath, my muscles need all the rest they can get before we stomp all over that ugly red banner.”
- >You smirk and quickly scurry to the bathroom
- >Nightlight enjoys bubbles in her bath, you think, and you pour a bit of soap into the steamy water
- >The gallant mistress strides easily into the narrow bathing chamber and you humbly present her with a towel
- >She climbs in elegantly with hardly a splash and sinks down to her withers
- >”Ah, that’s perfect. You always get the water just right.”
- >You smile with Nightlight before grabbing a brush and cloth
- >With the utmost of care, you begin to scrub Nightlight’s back and flank and she coos in approval
- >”Wait, this is not right.”
- >A cold chill runs down your spine as you freeze
- “What is not right? Am I doing it wrong?”
- >”Yes, in fact, how can you clean me if -you’re- covered in filth as well?”
- >You ponder this question for the moment before Nightlight throws her head back and speaks sagely
- >”Remove your garments for we must prepare you for the scrubbing!”
- >You stand in confusion as you think about this
- “You wish for me to… To bathe with you?”
- >”Did I stutter, sentry?”
- >With fear in your eyes, you quickly begin to disrobe
- “No, mistress! Not at all, m’lady!”
- >You quickly drop your ill-fitted clothing to one side and lay your folded tabard carefully on a shelf
- >Being nude before the powerful bat pony makes you nervous, but you stand tall
- >”Alright, now get in.”
- >You slide into the cramped tub and desperately cling to the furthest edge you can
- >Despite your trying, you still feel the magnificent coat of Nightlight on your legs
- >”Perfect, now, continue washing my mane.”
- >Sliding from the edge, you lean over one side of Nightlight and begin to run water through her lustrous mane
- >It takes a few minutes, but you slowly accept this method of cleaning
- >”You take such good care of me, Anon.”
- >Nightlight’s voice is entirely too friendly and the very act of using your name stuns you
- “I-it is nothing, just doing my job.”
- >”Oh, you always work so hard. I’ve been thinking that I hardly show you such generosity.”
- “N-not to worry, mistress…”
- >A shiny hoof rests upon your thigh as Nightlight stares into your very being with her hypnotic gaze
- >”Call me, ‘Nightlight’ when we bathe, alright?”
- “Y-yes, Nightlight.”
- >You feel the strong hoof work its way up your thigh until it rests just below your naval
- “M-mistress, I…”
- >”Anon, what did we agree upon?”
- >You feel a sudden warm pressure against your crotch and you gasp
- “Nightlight!”
- >”Blushing already, Anon? Is this the first time a mare has pinned you in such a way?”
- >A snickering sound echoes between her sharp teeth as an all-too-pleased smile crosses her face
- >”You are a fine squire and a quick study. I thought I’d show my appreciation in a manner befitting such a noble little stallion.”
- >Nightlight’s hoof prods you light until your member is rigid enough to press into your belly
- >With another dusky chuckle, the oppressing mare stands and places her backside in your view
- >Your mistress lifts her wet tail slowly until her backside is exposed with pride
- >”Make sure you clean me thoroughly.”
- >A smile parts her lips again and you see her fine fangs gleam in the light
- >With quivering hands, you carefully reach out and grasp Nightlight’s long tail
- >You wash it as you have done so many times before, trying not to think about anything in particular
- >Your sex throbs from the teasing and it only gets worse as you watch Nightlight’s lewd display
- >The wet fur on your mistress’ rump glistens as your fingers run through
- >With brush in hand, you clean her shapely backside of all débris and trace her cutie mark
- >A few sputtering sounds rise into the air as Nightlight widens her stance
- >You witness the intensity of Nightlight’s aches as her dark fleshy sex quivers and pulses so much so that a pink inner lining is exposed
- “There, spotless…”
- >With a dissatisfied grunt, Nightlight calls out to you
- >“I’m not clean yet, you missed a few spots.”
- “Forgive me, Nightlight, madam, but I think you look as fine as any knight.”
- >”Then you’ll need to look closer.”
- >Without warning, the expansive butt of Nightlight presses back against you
- >It is warm and soft as your throbbing maleness is pinned between you two
- >The bath water makes rubbing against her all too easy and you lose your voice to a bestial groan
- >”See, little Anon, there’s so much I need cleaned.”
- >You are trapped, helpless and confused, as Nightlight bounces lightly on you
- >”I've been listening to you, Anon, the way you've been touching yourself when you think I am asleep. It is not good for a stallion of your age.”
- “I-I’m sorry, mistress~!”
- >The warm rump grinds in a circle on your lap as your blood boils
- >”I can’t have stains on my armor and weapons. So, from now on, you are -not- allowed to touch yourself.”
- “But, but…”
- >”Yes, you can squeeze my butt if it helps.”
- >Nightlight lets go a sultry sigh as she rubs into you again
- >Before you lose your mind enough to grip the fine backside of your dear mentor, she stands up
- >The pressure against your member ends immediately and you almost want to beg for release
- >”Come…”
- >Nightlight leaves the bathtub and you follow quickly with a pained expression on your face
- “… I was trying.”
- >She instructs you to dry her fur and comb her mane
- >You work hastily to make Nightlight happy as you so often strive for
- >When she spins about, you instinctively take her tail and begin to part and braid it
- >Nightlight quickly pulls it from your hands and smiles over her shoulder
- >”We don’t need to finish that just yet. I want you to use those clever hands of yours on me.”
- “But, I am not certain, should we do such things?”
- >”I have seen the way you've been peeking at the fillies of the castle. You are not as sly as you may think!”
- >You feel the strangest mixture of shame and lust in your gut as Nightlight raises her backside at you
- >”It is nothing to worry about, my faithful squire. You are growing up and it is perfectly natural for every stallion to feel this way.”
- “Even if I am not a stallion?”
- >Nightlight bounces her eyes at you and smirks slightly
- >”Even if you still have some growing to do, that thing you’re sporting suggests otherwise.”
- >You get another strange sensation of pride to add to your confusingly long list of muddled feels
- >Finally trusting Nightlight wholly, you place your hands on her mare bits and rest your fingers against her
- >You have never touch a mare in this way before and the feeling of soft skin amazes you
- >Nightlight responds with a small sigh as you test her sensitivity
- >”That’s good, yeah, just like that~.”
- >With newfound confidence, you boldly rub your palm against the entirety of Nightlight’s sex
- >Your small hands just barely cover the exceptionally hot gap, but Nightlight seems to be enjoying it
- >You continue on like this for a short while until your other hand mindlessly wanders to your own pulsing rod
- >”Ah, up already? Good to see you’re getting eager.”
- >You do not speak so much as you grunt and masturbate both Nightlight and yourself
- >”What did I tell you about touching yourself?”
- >You wrestle your hand away from your straining member before Nightlight nudges you towards the bed
- >”Sit.”
- >You do with all the obedience of a well-trained dog
- >Your fanged mistress casually stands before you, her neck just slightly above your crotch
- >”Now, you just relax and let me do the work on this part.”
- >With only an idea of what is going on, you resign yourself to relaxing
- >A long, wet tongue exposes itself to you before sliding against your maleness
- >The sensation washes over you, but is indescribably good
- >You pant and moan as a strong muzzle completely engulfs you and begins to drag you in
- >The room spins as your head lightens and your fingers work their way into a silken mane
- >Nearly as quickly as it begun, Nightlight slips from you with a rough squeeze of her mouth
- >”Did you like that?”
- >Words fail you, as you nod tiredly
- >”Good, now it’s your turn to work.”
- >Nightlight climbs onto the bed and presents her hindquarters
- >She dips her front low and stretches her wings out slightly
- >Never have you seen such a brazen display and your lust-addled mind can think of only your mistress
- >Debauchery ensues!
- >When all is said and done and your body aches from the day’s “training”, you settle against the warm, soft fur of your mentor
- >She strokes you hair a while sighing happily
- >”You are a quick study, squire.”
- “Thank you, Nightlight.”
- >”We should take a quick bath to rinse ourselves off.”
- >You nod despite not really wanting to move
- >It is a quick rinse and scrub when Nightlight takes on her more formal tone with you
- >”Hmm, we should make haste to the staging grounds. Gather my things and let’s be off.”
- >You don your regal tabard and fetch Nightlight’s armour and weapons
- >With a word, the two of you set off to join the games
- >The arena is already filling with different houses of every colour, each waving their own banners and shouting praise to their house
- >A deafening boom shakes the very earth beneath you as the dream princess announces her arrival
- >”Fair denizens of Canterlot, we bid you welcome!”
- >A thousand hooves stamp in a thunderous applause before Princess Luna continues
- >”Tonight, we shall do glorious battle to determine which house will attain the honour, the privilege, to serve as royal escorts to us for another season!”
- >More cheers rise up and eyes begin to shift about to see the competition
- >You know your mistress is powerful and strategic, yet you fear what a loss would mean
- >Speaking nothing of your concerns, Nightlight and you retire to your wall to prepare
- >The voluminous voice of the Princess of the Night rings clear as you ready your mentor for combat
- >”Of the house, only one may joust. Magic and flight are barred from this competition, only true aim and pure might matter!”
- >You hear a groan from the horned and winged participants, but, it fades quickly enough
- >Your mistress smiles a toothy smile
- >”I won’t need wings to crush the competition.”
- >As you lock the final belt in place, Nightlight stands tall and shakes her body
- >The rattling of gleaming metal chimes in your ears and Nightlight squeaks in delight
- >”For House Night Light!”
- “For the blazing flame in the dark!”
- >Princess Luna settles atop a balcony and watches the view
- >The games begin before you realize and you watch the first two houses duel
- >A blood-red banner flies under House Red Thorn against the pale yellow flag of House Gold Tooth
- >You watch the clash of lancers and the red banner swishes victoriously in seconds
- >”Your Princess enjoyed that demonstration! House Red Thorn takes the space!”
- >The time presses onward as another three houses fall while three stand triumphantly
- >You witness next two victors, House Blue Bonnet and House Ivy Tea, ready themselves in the area
- >The speed and strength the two houses display is grand, but House Ivy Tea makes sort work of their blue adversaries
- >Nightlight steps up and you fit her lance snuggly to her side
- “Good luck out there, Mistress.”
- >”Thank you, but I fear not the orange flag of House Dragon Eater.”
- “If I may, aim towards his left side. Old wound should be his downfall.”
- >The metal snapping sound of Nightlight’s faceplate rings out as she steps up to the line
- >The Princess smiles before her voice shakes the sky
- >”An astounding display of power! House Dragon Eater and House Night Light are next to do glorious battle!”
- >With a spring in her step, Nightlight takes her position
- >Across the court stands the one-eyed drunkard known as Snapshot
- >His legacy is great, but he is the most miscreant of nobles you have ever seen
- >”Oi! Let’s hurry up already!”
- >The Princess does not mind his harsh tone as the banners are lowered and the match is set
- >Nightlight carries herself on thunderous hooves towards the orange brute and in an instant the battle is decided
- >Snapshot flips to one side over Nightlight’s lance and ends up on his back with a dazed expression on his scruffy face
- >He pulls himself together as your banner flies high
- >”Huzzah, House Night Light takes the victory!”
- >Nightlight trots happily back towards you and you swiftly remove the lance and polish the scuff on her armour
- “This win brings you to the final bout. How do you feel?”
- >”I feel like we’ll be in charge of the Princess’ safe passage. That raise is as good as mine!”
- >You cheer along with Nightlight as you work
- >The clank of heavy metal approaches as you see the fiery mane of Rosewood
- >”Greetings, Nightlight and hoof-licking lackey. How goes the night?”
- >You resist the urge to snap back as you vigorously shine the breastplate in your hand
- >It is one thing to insult you, you think, but completely unnecessary to insult your mentor
- >”Rosewood, nice to see you. Do you come to beg for surrender now?”
- >”Actually, I come to place a wager on the outcome of this final duel. It is us at the top, again, tied for some new honor, again, and I thought it should feel grander.”
- >”What are you trying to play at here? I do not make bets with blood-guzzling tramps.”
- >Rosewood snickers and produces some necklace
- >It is a simple locket made of some common gold with a small carving on the front that you do not recognize
- >”Temper, Nightlight, remember when you lost this to me along with the chance to participate in last year’s tournament?”
- >Nightlight’s face scrunches up in parts pain and rage
- >Rosewood licks her fangs and smiles widely
- >”So, what if I was to bet this locket for something you have?”
- >”What did you have in mind?”
- >”Oh, nothing you would really miss. I was thinking that your squire would do. They’re about equal value, wouldn’t you agree?”
- >You almost want to burst out in laughter
- >Nightlight would never trade you, not after all you have done for her
- >”Deal… Shake on it!”
- >You drop both your jaw and the piece of armour in your hand
- “Mistress, what did I do?!”
- >”Quiet, boy.”
- >Nightlight and Rosewood lock hooves and shakes once before Rosewood canters off to her side of the wall
- >You sit quietly and hold back the tears
- >”Anonymous… I will not lose you.”
- “You are betting me so casually. What is that bit of jewelry that would have you offer me without resistance?”
- >”A memory, but enough sobbing, know your place…”
- >With that, Nightlight presents herself to be refitted
- >You do so as best you can and you try to calm your nerves
- >This is a lot for a boy of twelve, but maybe Nightlight has a plan
- >You watch both Nightlight and Rosewood step onto the field and take their positions
- >Your mind races with what-if questions and fears of a new mentor
- >Bat ponies that drink blood whip their servants, never bathe, and hide left pointed socks or so your mentor has told you before
- >Aside from all that, you fear you would bitten and fed upon in your sleep
- >The voice of Princess Luna rings overhead and you look to her balcony
- >”Tonight has been impressive and we hath thoroughly enjoyed bearing witness to the finest of Canterlot’s guards. We prepare now to choose a successor who shall court the royal carriage.”
- >The banners of both houses are lowered again and you stare with baited breath
- >On the mark, Nightlight and Rosewood take off from their hind legs
- >Strong muscles propel the knights forward as each takes a sturdy, easy gallop
- >As if by some strange miracle, both lances collide squarely upon each other and splinter into a thousand fragments
- >The two jousters are kicked back a bit, but neither falls down
- >Nightlight glares to Rosewood over the fencing before the crowd begins to cheer
- >She is the first to dive at her perceived enemy and the crowd grows wild
- >Over the sound of cheering, you hear the clanks of metal-covered hooves rapping on metallic armour
- >Rosewood and Nightlight tussle along the ground, kicking up dust and débris as they wrestle for dominance
- >Within an instant, the two are torn apart from each other with a powerful blue light
- >Princess Luna stands before them in her imposing form with a faint frown upon her magnificent face
- >”We have seen enough! Thine lust for battle is without equal, but we sense friendship to be strained…”
- >Luna looks about the mess of broken wood and twisted metal
- >”… Neither lance may be raised, we see. We say onto ye, the victorious parties that shall lead thy royal carriage are House Night Light -and- House Red Thorn!”
- >The two mud-spattered mares look to each other and then the Princess in confusion
- >In unison for the first time, Nightlight and Rosewood stammer their disproval
- >”But, but…!”
- >Luna scowls lightly
- >”Dost thou deem us unsuitable that you should both provide us with safe passage?”
- >Nightlight pips up first with a worried look on her face
- >”Not at all, Princess! It’s an honor!”
- >”Agreed, a great honour!”
- >You walk carefully towards the three as they converse
- “Forgive my intrusion, but, it is growing bright. Methinks it would be best to dine before we make such rash remarks and decisions?”
- >The Princess of the Night stops and stares at you sternly
- >Your blood freezes and you feel your legs refuse to move as she approaches
- >”Anonymous… It has been a long time…”
- >Luna’s head swings down and rests easily on your shoulder before her hooves encircle your small torso
- >”Look how big thou hath grown! ‘Tis a wonderful sight!”
- >Luna’s head lifts and cranes towards the two dumbfounded winners
- >”Let us return to the castle and partake in a fine feast! Everyp0ny, here thee! The games are over, the winners stand before ye!”
- >Despite the night’s earlier harsh language and rough duels, everyp0ny stamps in appreciation and they all seem genuinely happy
- >Luna lays her body to the ground and extends a wing
- >”Come, Anonymous, we shall take you to the castle swiftly. Pray tell, what is it thou desires?”
- >You can barely speak before Luna clears her throat
- “Oh, um… Bread and butter?”
- >The Princess chuckles warmly, as if you said something entertaining
- >You look to Nightlight and Rosewood
- “Does this mean I have two mentors now?”
- >Nightlight shakes her head
- >”You are still mine, squire. A tie means neither of us wins.”
- “But, what about your locket?”
- >”They’ll be other bets. Are you going to fly with our majesty?”
- >Luna looks to you with a twinkle in her eye, but you turn down her offer
- “If it is all the same to you, Princess Luna, I would like to walk with my mistress.”
- >Luna stands tall and smiles
- >”Of course, Anonymous! It would be unfair of us to break up such close friends.”
- >Luna crosses between Nightlight and yourself as she stops to sniff you
- >In a hushed tone, Luna giggles and teases Nightlight
- >”Training at all hours, we see…"
- >Nightlight blushes and turns her face as you two begin to walk onward
- >The mockingly cheerful voice of Luna whispers again
- >"We have watch Anonymous in his fitful sleep. We presume the actions thou hast taken will relieve him of such -uncomfortable- days."
- >Your mentor stands close to you side and gingerly nuzzles your cheek while trying to avoid the Princess' words
- >"Forgive me of my transgressions, it was stupid to bet somep0ny like you."
- "I never held a grudge before."
- >"You are too kind to me."
- >Nightlight smiles lightly with you and you return the sentiment
- >It was an emotional kind of night
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