Not A Princess?

"Whatever you want, princess."
>You are Anon
>And for some reason your girlfriend is looking at you like you grew a horn and wings
>Actually, scratch that, that's pretty normal for her and the rest of the Canterlot Seven
>Everything had been going pretty well until this point
>Sunset'd been nice enough to invite you to sitting down at the table with her and her friends
>The Girls mostly matched up with what you'd heard and seen around the school
>They'd even been pretty nice to you, asking how you and Sunny met (Rarity and Fluttershy), teasing her (Pinky), challenging you to arm wrestling (Rainbow and Applejack), or just asking about your hobbies (Twilight)
>In order to discourage you from telling any embarrassing stories (at Rarity and Pinkie's prompting), Sunny had asked you to get her something sweet
>That'd all brought you around to Sunset's rapidly reddening cheeks and stammering
>"Th-That... I'm not..."
>Shit, did you break your girlfriend?
"Ah, Sunny, you okay? Did I say something wrong or...?"
>"NO!"
>Okay, that was loud
>"I, uh, I mean..."
>She's doing that thing where she toys with her bacony locks and chews on her bottom lip
>This behavior indicates that the Sunsetus Secretponemus is a embarrassed
>"C-Can we talk about it later, in private, please?"
"Sure, Sunny, let's just forget about it for now. How's your day been?"
>And just like that, she delves into griping about classes and teaches and deadlines and you are more than happy to offer platitudes and compliments where prompted, along with the occasional comment from the Girls
>Back into a more comfortable space, though you can't help but wonder where you goofed earlier

>Be after school
>Be comfily resting on your couch, Sunset resting with her head on your chest as you two simply enjoy each other's company
>According to her, today was a smooth jazz day, and who were you to argue as it played from the speakers of your radio
>"Hey, Anon?"
"Mmm?"
>"About lunch..."
>Okay, you were wondering when this was going to come back around
>Sunset is a lot of things, but forgetful is definitely not one of them
>She raises her head to look you in the eyes, her crossed arms help prop herself up on your chest
>"You know what I told you about my time in Equestria...?"
>You nod silently, letting her talk
>It's a little hard to forget that your girl was also a shape-shifted magical equine from another dimension
>Sunset said she used to be a student before she ran off to Earth and started up her campaign of dickishness
>"Right, well, Equestria has princesses, but they're different from Earth's. Being a princess isn't really an inherited thing, it's more... It's like this; you have to be worthy, but you also have to work hard.
>She starts counting off on her fingers
>"A princess is supposed to be wise and powerful and kind and.. and I wasn't... back in Equestria, I was greedy and selfish and cruel and I wanted to be a princess for the status, not to help other ponies..."
>Sunset sniffles and you immediately put your arms around her, stroking her back and comforting her as best you can
>"What I mean about all this is... I'm no princess..."
>You remember how she acted when she first arrived at Canterlot High
>But more than that, you remember how she's changed since then
>And you tell her
>You remind her of her friends, of all the good she's done since then, of how she made you feel and how happy you were around her
>"S-Still.. I'm no princess..."
>Oh no, this won't do
>You're not having any of this moping from your beautiful, genius, badass girlfriend
>So you tickle her, mercilessly, stealing pearls of laughter from her lips
>"A-Ahahaha-Anon! No! Sto-hahahaha-p!"
>Eventually you do, but only when she threatens your ability to produce sperm
>The pair of you relax again, panting and smiling
>You really love her smile...
"There's my princess... No more self-doubt, okay?"
>"Mmkay..."
>Mission successful, good job, Anon
>Silence falls, interrupted only by the jazz from your radio
>"Hey Anon..?"
"Mm?"
>She's giving you that embarrassed look again
>Was there something else you'd missed?
>"C-Could you call me princess... in bed..?"
>Oh man
>You know that if you say yes, she's going to be even more dominant that she already is
>You can already hear her calling you servant or slave, ordering you to do terrible, naughty things for her approval
>You know she'll let it go if you say "no"
"Anything you want, princess"
>Worth it.