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- "Now, Soarin. It might interest you to know that over the past few decades, we've made great strides in alleviating many diseases."
- >"Okay... So, my stomach's feeling better. How long 'til I can leave?"
- "Well, Soarin. It may take a bit longer than anticipated."
- >You pull the string, and with a pop, confetti shoots out all over Soarin.
- "Congratulations, Soarin! You have AIDS!"
- >"W-what?"
- "The confetti was a metaphor for all the stallion semen you undoubtedly swallow."
- >"I don't swallow semen!"
- "Oh, like to take it up the butt then? I don't judge."
- >"I'm not gay!"
- "Well, I have bad news for you. According to my [spoiler]70s[/spoiler] medical reference, 'only gay stallions have been found to have AIDS'. See?"
- >"I don't have to take this. I'm leaving to find a real doctor."
- [spoiler]>Soarin died on his way back to his home planet. From AIDS.[/spoiler]
- teh edn.
- --------
- >"Good job, Anon! Your undies are clean today!"
- >You smile as she braces against you, reaching up to gently rub your head.
- >"You've been a very good boy, today. Who's my responsible little man?"
- >Recognizing your cue, you pipe up excitedly.
- "I am!"
- >"Yes you are. And since you've been such a good little boy, that's five good boy points for effort! I'm very proud of you!"
- >She gasps, turning toward you in realization.
- >"That's 30 good boy points! You know what that means. It's just enough for your favorite: chikie tendies! Yay!"
- "Yay!"
- >"You look so excited! Now, just stay right here and keep your undies clean while mommy gets your tendies."
- >She walks off through the doorway into the kitchen, as you follow her, the routine long etched in your mind.
- >While she pulls a box from a fridge and begins to heat them up, you manage to catch faint words under her happy humming.
- >"...gonna make some... lots of love... mommy's little boy..."
- >You zone out, staring at the familiar patterns in the wood of the table, until suddenly a plate appears in front of you.
- >Looking up, you see Fluttershy's smiling face.
- >"Now, eat up, Anon, so you can grow big and strong!"
- "Thanks... mommy."
- >She sniffles, wiping her eyes for a moment as she grins even wider.
- >"What did I ever do to deserve such a good son?"
- >You pick up the chicken tenders, wholeheartedly devouring them piece by piece until the plate is bare.
- >"You've got such a good appetite, Anon."
- >She pulls you into a hug, planting a quick kiss on your forehead.
- >"Now, who's ready for story--"
- >She's interrupted by the gentle sound of knocking against the wall.
- >"Ms. Fluttershy, visiting hours are over. Why don't you say goodbye to little Anon?"
- >"O-oh."
- >She tousles your hair again, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.
- >"Be good, my little angel. I'll see you again soon, and we can read your favorite stories, and have your chikie tendies, just like a good boy!"
- >She just sits there humming as you follow the orderly out into the hall.
- >As the door closes behind you, you let the smile finally drop from your face with a sigh as you sit down against the wall.
- "Mom?"
- >"Yes, Anon?"
- "When will Aunt Fluttershy get better?"
- >Your purple adopted mother just sighs, looking up at you with sad, exhausted eyes.
- >"I... I don't know. Some ponies never get over a miscarriage."
- "What's a miss-care-age?"
- >She just smiles a smile devoid of happiness.
- >"I'll tell you when you're older."
- --------
- >"Anon?"
- >You look up from your book to find your benefactor nervously approaching.
- "Yeah?"
- >"I need a favor. May we speak in private?"
- "Of course."
- >Celestia closes and locks the door behind her, before trying the knob to make sure it won't open.
- >She slowly and stiffly walks toward you, her rear legs barely lifting with each step.
- >"I believe Discord has played one of his pranks on me, and, well..."
- >Her eyes turn toward the ground.
- >"My rear appears to be lactating."
- >Silence fills the room as you try to comprehend the mystery of Sunbutt's butt lactation.
- "... Alright..."
- >"I would not normally ask, but the discomfort is unbearable, and I cannot quite seem to... relieve myself."
- >Picking up on her implied request, you smile gently and begin walking toward the bathroom.
- "Sure. I'll help you. Come on."
- >She returns your smile with a sigh of relief as she follows.
- >Entering, you gesture to the oversized bathtub of your ambassador suite.
- "Get in, so we don't end up with a mess."
- >Celestia steps into the tub, hesitantly turning away from you, her tail clamped tight against her rear.
- >Slowly, as if struggling against reflex, her tail lifts away, exposing her backside to you.
- >It isn't the perfectly sculpted vulva or the clean and beautiful ponut that captures your gaze, but rather two nubs to the sides of her marehood.
- >The two out-of-place nipples, just inches below her tail, have small droplets of pure white milk clinging to them.
- >You lift your hands to her butt, massaging the area around the nipples.
- >Though you have no idea what to do, her sighs of relief urge you onward.
- >Gently, you grasp the nipples, squeezing lightly as she grunts in satisfaction.
- >You continue massaging, until you find a certain spot a short distance from the nipples.
- >As you press, Celestia gives a deep groan as rivulets of milk begin to run down her legs.
- >The streams gradually increase as you massage, her legs shaking as her breath quickens.
- >You can feel your face heating up at the lewd gasps and groans of the panting mare in front of you, while her milk runs down your hands.
- >As the streams begin to die down, you press and squeeze a bit harder to get everything, and Celestia suddenly shudders and moans quietly, her vulva quickly winking inches from your face.
- >You have long since had an erection at the arousing sounds and sights before you, but you try to focus on your task.
- >It's not long before the milk stops flowing, and when you pull away, she turns around to face you, blushing and panting.
- >With pure bliss on her face, she tries to calm her quavering voice as she speaks.
- >"A-Anon, thank you for this."
- "No problem."
- >You freeze in nervousness as her face approaches your own, unable to look away from her lips.
- >Your eyes close in anticipation, until you feel the weight of her hooves around you.
- >Hesitantly opening your eyes, you find Celestia resting against your shoulder, holding you in a hug.
- >"I'm so glad to have such a good friend."
- "Y-yeah. Me too."
- >She breaks the embrace, staring into your eyes with a soft smile for a moment, before staring down at the sizeable puddle of her milk around her hooves with a slight blush.
- >"Oh my. May I use your bathroom to clean up?"
- "Sure. Of course."
- >"Thank you again, Anon."
- >You step out of the bathroom as the water begins running, closing the door behind you.
- >Curious, you lift your hand to your face, sniffing the mix of scents.
- >Your tongue reaches out, and the taste of her sweet, creamy ambrosia fills your mouth as your boner throbs.
- >Eyes widening, you sprint to your bedroom, hoping to finish your business before your she finishes cleaning up.
- --------
- >You shift slightly.
- >You don't want to get up, but you really have to pee.
- >It's so comfy and warm here next to your marefriend.
- >As your legs begin to twitch with need, you sigh and give Celestia a quick peck on the cheek.
- >You slowly work yourself out from her grasp, careful not to wake her.
- >Say what you will, but it's nice being the small spoon with a big fluffy cuddler.
- >Or at least, that's what you've gathered from your first time sleeping with her.
- >When you finally free yourself, you take a look at her peaceful expression, free of the stress of the day.
- >She groans softly and reaches out, as if trying to bring you back against her.
- >You smile at the adorableness of your big pony, and put a pillow where you were sleeping.
- >Celestia grabs onto the pillow and pulls it into her chest, nuzzling it gently while sighing.
- >You turn around and head to the bathroom before you absorb a lethal dose of cuteonium.
- >Or piss yourself.
- >You don't feel like explaining to her why her 900 year old carpet smells like urine.
- >Fumbling around in the dark, you close the door and turn on the bathroom light, squinting and looking away from the sudden brightness.
- >Celestia herself told you that the carpeting for her bedroom was given to her by a Griffonian diplomat when they surrendered.
- >They lost, of course, because your marefriend's a tactical genius.
- >You know that first-hand.
- >Well, sort of.
- >Putting the toilet lid up, you release the floodgates.
- >She effortlessly manages to beat you in every game you play against her, even when she's going easy on you.
- >You've made up a few games of your own, just to try and beat her a few times, but she's a quick learner.
- >She does give you a few handicaps to make up for the "centuries of military command" she has.
- >You asked her once if she had any interesting stories about being in command.
- >She just mentioned that it was terrible, and that she'd rather talk about the peaceful times.
- >Quietly, you lower the toilet lid [spoiler](After all, who wants the toilet flinging droplets of piss-water all over?)[/spoiler] before flushing.
- >Although, ponies have a weird idea of violence.
- >You read the newspaper about the "Appaloosa Incident" a while back.
- >They called it the worst mass conflict in decades.
- >It started out as a big thing like the Native Americans back on Earth being driven from their lands.
- >In typical pony fashion, though, the 'violence' amounted to a food fight, rather than trying to kill each other.
- >Silly ponies.
- >While you wash your hands, your eyes idly stare at your reflection.
- >Something similar on your world would've ended in at least dozens dead, but the worst injuries were stomachaches from overeating at the feast after they came to an agreement.
- >Honestly, these ponies have it --
- >Oh, hey, there's some stuff in your teeth.
- >You take out your toothbrush and begin to quickly brush your teeth.
- >It's pretty good here on... whatever the name of this world was.
- >Equestria's a paradise filled with cute and friendly ponies.
- >You spit out your toothpaste and take another look at your teeth.
- >Satisfied, you rinse off your toothbrush.
- >You miss the internet a little, though.
- >Turning off the light, you step out of the bathroom and walk back to your bed.
- >They don't really have any video games, and the ponies are way too nice to invent 4chan.
- >Celestia shifts slightly in her sleep as you gently pull the pillow from her grasp.
- >Of course, back on Earth you didn't have a soft pony to snuggle with.
- >Carefully, you slide into bed, smiling as you feel your marefriend's warmth against you.
- >Fighting off sleep for just a moment longer, you turn slightly and give her a soft kiss on her neck.
- >She tenses suddenly.
- >"YOU ARE A FOOL FOR CHALLENGING ME ALONE, ASSASSIN!"
- >The room violently spins in all directions, before your side slams into something.
- >You resist the urge to vomit from the disorientation as you look up to see Celestia burning with the fury of the sun, several magical blades floating around her.
- "Ce--"
- >"YOUR BROTHERS IN ARMS HAVE FALLEN BEFORE ME MANY TIMES OVER, YET YOU PERSIST."
- >You ignore the stinging in your side and try to stand against the wall, but fall back to the floor with a cry as the room continues spinning.
- >"ANY LAST WO..."
- >The light dims as you see recognition in her eyes.
- >"A-Anon? What...?"
- >She glances around the room in horror at the wreckage.
- >"I-I-I..."
- >Her mouth flaps, unable to form coherent words as tears stream from her eyes.
- >Sucking it up, you stand and stagger over to give your marefriend a hug.
- "Shh. It's alright."
- >"I'm sorry!"
- >Celestia grabs you tightly and begins bawling into your chest.
- >"I-I tried to... Oh, gods..."
- >She makes a little choking sound.
- >You gently rub her back.
- "Shh. I'm alright. Everything's fine. Everything's alright."
- >You continue whispering reassurances in her ears for a few minutes.
- >She sniffles as she pulls back to look at you.
- >"A-Anon, I'm so sorry. I --"
- >She pauses, looking down at your side.
- >You follow her gaze to a cut slowly dripping blood down onto your leg.
- >Carefully, you examine it, hissing in pain as you touch the skin.
- >"I-I did that... I... I'm..."
- "It's okay, Celestia. It's pretty shallow."
- >"W-we need to get you to a doctor!"
- >As she begins to panic again, you start to stroke her back.
- "Shh. Everything's fine. Just stay calm."
- >She relaxes slightly and weakly whispers to you.
- >"I'm sorry about this."
- "It's alright."
- >You sit there in silence for a moment, before hesitantly breaking it.
- "Do you want to talk about what happened?"
- >She looks away from you.
- >"I... had a... nightmare."
- "Does this happen... often?"
- >She just stares at her hooves.
- "Celly, I'm not going to force you to do anything, but I think you should see a therapist."
- >She doesn't say anything.
- "I'll even be with you every step of the way, if you want. I just... This isn't healthy for --"
- >"I'll do it."
- >You sigh in relief.
- "Thank you."
- >Her eyes flicker guiltily down to your wound.
- >"We should get that looked at."
- >You stand back up, and immediately start to sway to the side before leaning against Celestia.
- "I'm fine. Just a little dizzy."
- >She gingerly picks you up in her magic and sets you on her back, whispering before heading to the castle infirmary.
- >"I'm sorry."
- --------
- >It was late in night when she heard the tapping,
- >As of someone gently rapping, rapping at her chamber door.
- >"What is that infernal tapping?", she implored.
- >"Thou wilt come again tomorrow morn."
- >Then silence filled the room once more.
- >She laid back down to rest, when again came the rapping.
- >Standing, she called, "Must thou make this such a chore?"
- >"Leave me be, and leave my door!"
- >The tapping ceased, all still as before.
- >Yet before her eyes had shut, a sharp rap on her chamber door.
- >Filled with rage, she shouted with volume heard of only in lore.
- >"If thou wilt not leave, thou shalt be brought to the floor!"
- >Stomping across, she opened the door.
- >"Oh. 'Tis but a small rave--"
- >"NEVER-FUCKING-MORE, BITCH!"
- >The AKs like lightning shot quick through her core.
- >The staff found but blood all over her floor.
- --------
- >"A-Anon? Do you know where my clothes are?"
- >"And why are you naked on my couch?"
- "Clothes are just restrictions put on us by society, Dash."
- >"What?"
- "Clothes just shame you into hiding your real self from the world. Show the world the true beauty of your body!"
- >"Ew. Put some clothes on, you freak! I don't want to see your --"
- "Be free, Dash! Witness me as I really am, and show me your true --"
- >"AH! It touched me! Get the fuck out of my house, you sicko!"
- "I will free you from your shackles, Dash! Come join with me, and let us --"
- >"Hello, 911? Some naked sicko's in my house. I think he's trying to ra--"
- "Rape is just a societal construct, man! Our bodies don't truly belong to us, but to everyone, so --"
- >"Please hurry."
- --------
- >Be Twilight Sparkle.
- >You were just reading your book like a fucking badass, when a shudder ripples through the room.
- "Spike, if you're going to masturbate, do it quietly!"
- >"It wasn't me, Twilight!"
- >You sigh.
- >With a pop, you find yourself outside.
- >Now, what was all that -- Oh fucking shit, a giant tentacle!
- "Not again!"
- >You begin to run, but stop when you notice the lack of pain in your various orifices.
- >It takes you a moment to calm your shaking limbs.
- >You really need to bring up last month's experiment with your psychiatrist.
- >Turning around, you find the tentacle encased in ice.
- >It's not even attached to anything.
- >Must've shattered.
- >Glancing over the features of the tentacle, you try to remember your extensive research from a couple months back.
- "This must be a hydra. But how...?"
- >You wander around out of your home, looking for the rest of the hydra -- or at least some explanation -- when you see a biped standing perfectly still in the distance.
- >You hurry forward, and the figure comes into focus.
- >Anon?
- >But wasn't he supposed to be in prison?
- >And what's up with his ridiculous green tights?
- "Anon, what's going on?"
- >He merely turns to face you, lifting his hands to the sky as hundreds of frozen serpents begin to fall from the heavens.
- "What are you doing?"
- >You have to strain to hear his whisper.
- >"Hail, hydra."
- [spoiler] >tfw Anon gains Hydra's powers and ushers in the apocalypse.[/spoiler]
- [spoiler]>yfw it takes a few of you until you read this sentence to realize that the comma in "hail, hydra" changes its meaning.[/spoiler]
- --------
- >"Please don't be afraid to come out, Anon. I will accept you no matter what. If you are gay, please tell me."
- >You glance around nervously before looking to your wife.
- "Celestia, I-I swear I'm not gay."
- >"It's alright, Anon. I've seen your glances at the guards. I understand. I love you, and I want you to be happy, even if it's not with me."
- >She grabs you in a gentle hug.
- >"It doesn't matter what you are, I want you to know you can be honest with me, no matter what it is."
- >You tremble.
- "Really? A-anything?"
- >"Of course. I won't judge you, Anon."
- "A-alright."
- >She backs up a bit to look into your face as you take a deep breath.
- "I-I have something I've been meaning to tell you, but I was too afraid of your reaction."
- >"It's okay."
- >You quickly tear off your hairless human skin.
- >"Wha? L-LUNA?"
- "It is true, sister. I have always been Anonymous."
- >"Wha-- But how -- You're my sister!"
- "Yes, and I was unsure of how you would react were I to declare my love to you."
- >"But we slept together, and I -- We're married and -- my sister!"
- "I disguised myself out of fear that you would reject me, but I am so glad you have decided to accept me, no matter what."
- >You tightly embrace Celestia, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks.
- "Thank you, my love."
- >"B-b-but..."
- "I have struggled with my feelings for many years, and you have made me the happiest mare in Equestria."
- >"But we're sisters!"
- "Yes, and now lovers and wives. I'm just so happy that after all these years..."
- >You start openly crying.
- "I-I just love you so much, sister!"
- >"I-I..."
- >She just holds you and rubs your back.
- >You blush as she accidentally brushes against your sensitive wings.
- >What better way to celebrate than...
- "You have made me the happiest mare in the world, sister."
- >You release your sister, and give her the sultriest look you can.
- "Let me return the favor for you."
- >Trailing your flowing tail along the underside of her chin, you giggle at the shock on her face.
- "Come to bed when you're ready."
- >You walk to your shared bedroom, making sure to sway your hips all the while.
- >When you get inside, you drop the act, squealing in excitement.
- >Tonight will be just perfect.
- >Tonight has been a disaster.
- >You've just been staring at the wall since Ano-- Luna left.
- >For bed.
- >Oh, gods.
- >All the times you slept with 'Anon' it was really Luna.
- >How would that even --
- >You shudder.
- >"I'll need just a few minutes, Celestia, to make this night even more special."
- >That snaps you back to reality.
- >You need advice, and fast.
- >'Anon' and Luna are out.
- >You won't have much time.
- >Who do you know that would be at home on a Friday night?
- >With a pop, you appear in Twilight's castle.
- "Twilight! Where are you?"
- >"Princess Celestia?"
- >You turn to find Spike in front of you.
- "Spike, where is Twilight?"
- >"She's right over --"
- >Suddenly, the purple mare bursts through a door.
- >"I came as soon as I could. What's the problem? Should I gather up everypony else? I'm ready to begin evacuations when --"
- "No, Twilight. I need to speak with you about a personal matter."
- >She comes up close to you, whispering so only you can hear.
- >"Is this about incontinence? Because ponies your age --"
- "I assure you that is not an issue."
- >"Well, if you need someone to talk to, you can be honest with me, no matter what --"
- "Have you been spying on me, Twilight?"
- >Your wings reflexively spread as you fix the coldest glare you can on her.
- >"What? No! Of course not. I just made an educated guess based on your age and --"
- "I need to talk about Anon."
- >"Sure. What about him?"
- "He's..."
- >You hesitate.
- "He revealed that he is actually Luna in disguise."
- >You wait for the gasps of shock.
- >And wait.
- >And wait.
- >"And...?"
- >You snap up to her puzzled face.
- "What do you mean, 'and'? My husband is actually my sister!"
- >She just stares at you.
- >"You mean you didn't know?"
- "What?"
- >"I mean, we thought you knew and were just playing along."
- "What?"
- >"Everypony figured it out months ago. They even had a week of articles about it in the newspaper."
- "WHAT?"
- >"I mean, some ponies thought it was odd that you married your sister, but Equestria has made great leaps in tolerance over the past few years."
- "I-I but --"
- >"The disguise was so painfully obvious. You really didn't figure it out?"
- "Of course not! Why would I expect my sister to lie to me, or some new species to be somepony in disguise?"
- >"Well, I mean, doesn't it sound ridiculous? Someone from a unheard of, intelligent species just pops into existence next to you?"
- "No. I mean, it didn't at the time..."
- >"Claimed to be from beyond the stars, which your sister controls? Spoke the same language? Spoke a bit oddly until 'he' adjusted a bit more to modern language?"
- "I... I didn't notice any of that."
- >"Oh. Well, the signs were all there."
- >You think back on all the times that Anon seemed so familiar with ponies.
- >All the potential slip-ups.
- >'His' repeated 'jokes' about raising the moon.
- >'His' awkwardness at first in bed.
- "But Twilight, we..."
- >You glance over to Spike.
- >He's just a child.
- >You can't talk about your sex life in front of him.
- >Subtly, you jerk your head toward the dragon.
- >Twilight just stares at you.
- >Less subtly, you gesture toward Spike again.
- >She's still not getting it.
- >Staring at her, you repeatedly jerk toward Spike.
- >"Princess, are you having problems with arthritis or spasms? They're very common problems in the elderly, and --"
- "I AM NOT OLD."
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