Lost in Translation FINAL

> You turn to where your sister, Generosity, and the Anomaly are sorting through the pile of stones and hiyuman artifacts
> The Anomaly looks up at your approach
> He hefts a crumpled boot with a wry smile
> "Brobably not going to be hanythig useful here, just a lot of boods and molby clothes."
> What an unfortunate accent
> You grab the boot with your magic, turning it idly
"Would it fit?"
> He makes a nonplussed expression
> "I'm not stigging my food in some old bood."
> You roll your eyes
"It shouldn't be difficult to find out. Now hold still."
> You press your magic outward inside the boot, until it might actually hold a hiyuman foot
> Then you wrap magic around his foot, trying to get a sense of-
> The Anomaly makes a strangled cry, his leg twitching
> You cut off your magic immediately, worry and a hint of guilt stirring in your gut
"Did I injure you?"
> He gives you a shaky smile
> "Nah, it just tickled."
> Then his eyes widen as he realises what he said
> You grin, horn glowing with a dread light

> Be Celestia
> Well, at least Luna's getting some stress relief
> You tune out Anom's yelps and laughter, and turn towards the only one excited by the artifacts
> "Such unusual fabrics! Come, look at the pattern in this soft boot!"
> You settle by Rarity and examine her find
"Hmm, rather geometric."
> She looks at you, her eyes sparkling with the joy of discovery
> What a cute little pony
> "Indeed, but what is more impressive is the regularity of the pattern across a curved surface! It's not painted or embroidered, but a dye set in fine lines with no blotching or bleeding. If I could just rediscover the method..."
> She shivers in place, her mind exulting in the possibilities
> Just then a finger trails across your flank
> You surge halfway to your hooves in surprise, turning to find Anom looking at you pleadingly
> "H-help me."
> Luna laughs triumphantly behind him
> "Yes! Vengeance is mine! Writhe more, worm!"
> Blue magic flickers about Anom's feet, and he twitches and gasps, tears falling from his eyes
"LUNA!"
> Your voice snaps like a whip, startling her out of her melodramatics
> Her magic fades, and she looks at you inquisitively
> "Something the matter, dear sister?"
> Anom rests a weary head against your leg, the small act bringing a bittersweet warmth to your heart
"I know you and Anom have a..."
> "Vendetta?" She helpfully supplies
"Complicated relationship. But what did you hope to accomplish by torture, especially in my presence?"
> Luna's ears slowly flatten against her head
> Anom hefts an arm over your withers and stands with your support
> You wrap a wing around him
> He coughs
> "It wasn't really torture, exactly. She just got over excited and tickled for too long."
> You look him full in the face, searching his eyes for... something
> He pats your head fondly
> Why does that feel so good?
> Like you have accomplished something amazing?
"Very well."
> Turning to your sister, you sigh
"And you will be more careful?"
> Luna nods with mock solemnity
> "Indeed, I shall endeavor to tickle your consort in a more gentle and circumspect manner."
> That is, behind your back, and perhaps not as long
> This is your lot as older sister, you suppose
"Are we about done here, then? Rarity?"
> "Hm? Oh, yes, pardon me, let me just gather a few things and we can be off."
> A veritable flock of boots float towards the chariot, and you find yourself charmed once again

> Be Chrysalis
> It's warm on the tower top
> You turn the page of the book, warmed in a different way
> Such tumultuous affairs these ponies record
> A low buzzing approaches, then falls silent
> You wait, your eyes focused on the extended metaphor you are choosing to interpret as oviposition
> You suspect this is the appeal of the style, to insert whatever lewd act you desire in the soft belly of the poetry
> You ignore the soft scraping behind you,  stretching out an idle hand to play in the breeze
> A faint green mist flows from your fingers down to a waiting mouth
> The pressure that had been building up inside you seeps away, leaving a certain languid contentment
> The last of the carrier drones crawls back down the outer wall, returning to its hivemates in the forest
> The necessary deceit over, you close your book and gaze at a speck high in the sky
>  It seems your... bosom companions are returning from their little expedition
> Time to retreat to Celestia's quarters

> Be Anon, king of the boot hill
> On your insistence, no less than three ponies are holding you solidly on top of the pile
> Celestia insists it's not necessary, and Luna had a few things to say about what a frightened little colt you are being
> Doesn't matter, flying in an open chariot car is scary, let alone on top of a pile of old boots
> It's almost enough to distract you from brooding about the portal geode things
> You honestly don't remember how you got to Equestria, and the scenery on the other side of the portals doesn't look familiar
> In fact, it all seems to go to the middle of nowhere
> There would be a very real possibility that you wouldn't be able to find your way back, even if you did make it to civilization
> Not to mention that you aren't too keen on human governments getting wind of this horse paradise somehow
> So, you are going to stay here
> The next question is, what are you going to do?
> You are probably the consort of a princess, which brings certain duties
> Fun ones, but not really time consuming ones
> Maybe you should learn how to massage a horse
> You do want to take this seriously, clearly these mares need more happiness in their lives, and you seem to be good at providing it
> Eh, if nothing else, you can try to write a book

> When you finally land, you hop eagerly to the stones of the landing
> Celestia giggles
> "You really are too cute sometimes."
> Luna snorts
> "I have been awake too long to be dealing with this. Good day, Sister, Rarity, Anomaly."
> With that, she teleports away
> Celestia sighs
> You turn to her, petting her neck comfortingly
> She gives you a slightly sad smile
> "I'm afraid I must go preside over day court. Until then, Anon, Rarity, Twilight."
> She plants a quick, chaste kiss on your cheek
"Until then, Finest Ass."
> She swats your butt with a wing and walks away, a noticeable sway to her hips
> The two unicorns and you watch, transfixed by the sight
> Rarity clears her throat
> "Well, this has been quite the enjoyable morning, I must say. If you'll excuse me, I have a great many things to study."
> And then there were two
> Twilight fusses with her clipboard, a noticeable blush on her cheeks
> Taking the hint, you walk over and place a hand on her withers
"I do believe it is your turn, Ms. Sparkle. The last two times, we were interrupted, and/or rather hurried. How about we take it slow, this time?"
> She meets your eyes, a demure smile on her face
> "I would like that."


> Be Chrysalis, rooting through Celestia's dresser
> There probably won't be a diary, but there may be something interesting mixed in with the skirts and cloaks
> You find a drawer full of towels, and in the back...
> Your claws brush against something rubbery and round
> You retrieve the item, bringing it to the light of a window
> ...
> Did
> Did Celestia take pity on you, and magically disconnect the hiyuman's cock?
> For a brief moment, you feel a surge of gratitude nearly stronger than any feeling you have felt previously
> But the thing in your claws doesn't feel properly fleshy, for all that it is shaped just like that sinister limb
> ...
> You press the tip of it to your lips, letting them part to take in its girth
> At once your nose is filled with Celestia's distinct scent, traces of her past pleasures dancing on your tongue
> Delicious
> You suckle on the toy, draining the emotional residue
> Almost instinctually, your spare claw goes to your teats, grabbing and squeezing at them
> Your hips surge, bucking at air as you drain the past dregs of Celestia's lust from the false fleshrod
> You pull the cock from your mouth, licking your lips
> Still, you feel unaccountably hot and wet
> The body is unfamiliar, but the urges and the desires are as old as time
> Your heart beats in your throat as you bring the head of the toy to your folds
> A quick look around confirms that the door is closed
> You ease yourself onto your back, and push the rubbery cock into your slit
> You let out a hiss, back arching as pleasure blooms from your loins
> Your legs clench around your hand, inadvertently pushing the dildo deeper
> A lightning bolt of pleasure flashes up your spine, wracking your body with an agony of ecstacy
> You moan helplessly, hips bucking at air
> "You alrighd in there?"
> Your blood runs cold
> You turn to look at Anom
> He stands in the doorway, hair mussed, face red, eyes wide
> Most importantly, his robes have an odd protrusion at waist level
> You draw up into a sitting position, covering your marehood with your hands
> You glare at him
"I'm fine. And don't think this gives you permission!"
> He takes a step back, visibly confused
> "Why would it?"
> You yank the toy from your nethers, brandishing it at him
"Don't play coy, you know your master made this to tempt me!"
> He just stares
> "That's my dick."
> You roll your eyes
"Obviously. And just because I'm using it to masturbate doesn't mean you can stick the real thing in me."
> He nods seriously
> "I agree."
> You feel a bit of tension leave your body
> ...
"Good."
> Anom looks at the ground, then at you
> "Mind if I watch?"
> You frown
> As if you could trust him, when it leaves you so helpless
> ...
> Perhaps you can't trust him too far, but,
"Only if Celestia is there too. Now leave, I have more to do."
> He bows mockingly
> "As you wish."
> Anom closes the door, and you hear his footsteps trail off in the distance
> After several more long moments of waiting in silence, you bring the toy to your moist entrance
> You keep your eyes on the door, heart beating unaccountably quickly at the thought that he might come back, or perhaps it would be Celestia who intrudes on you
> You start again, hoping and hoping not


> Be Celestia, in your mid-afternoon
> Day Court was as it always was, partially making a difference in the lives of your little ponies, partially dealing with the bickering and maneuvering of the rich and elite
> Quite frankly, you are tired and in need of soothing
> Now where is your dear consort...
> You cast a simple directional scrying spell, and set off
> As you get closer, you realise you are heading towards Rarity's workshop
> You don't want to intrude, however
> You check the schedule
> No, it is your turn to have Anom
> When you arrive, you knock on the door
> "Come in~"
> You enter to find Anom standing, clad in a pair of short shorts and a midriff-baring tank top
> He is also obviously dissatisfied with it
> Rarity turns to you and waves a hoof at him
> "What do you think, Darling? Too much? Too little?"
> You tilt your head, considering
> He crosses his arms, lifting an eyebrow
> You grin
"Oh, too much, definitely. Maybe if you could cut it off to here and here,"
> Your magic lights up lines on the shorts following the curve of his hip down to the tantalizing bulge between his legs
"And the shirt could be tighter."
> Anom sighs
> "I don't mind dressing sexily for you, but can I at least have some comfortable, normal clothes?"
> Rarity gazes up at you with her pretty blue eyes
> "Can you believe he even wants to cover his arms and legs in sleeves?"
> You tilt your head, trying to imagine it
"Wouldn't that make it harder to move? Not to mention always having it brush against your skin all the time, that would be so distracting."
> Anom kneels before you, clasping his claws together pleadingly
>  "Trust me on this, please."
> You lean down and nuzzle against his cheek
"Of course, dearest."
> Rarity sighs
> "Very well. I shall have the first set ready by morning."
> You smile at her
"I'll be looking forward to it. Come along, Anom. I do believe it is my turn with you."

> You sigh happily, sprawled on the carpet of your room
> Anom kneels at your side, massaging the muscles of your left wing
> You just melt, swaying gently with his ministrations
> "You know, Chrysalis found the oddest thing today."
> You loll your head to the side
"Oh? What was it?"
> Anom finishes your wing and straddles your back
> His warm, firm weight is somehow calming, and ever so slightly erotic
> "A replica of my cock. I wonder how that came to be?"
> You give him an innocent look
"That is a mystery."
> He smirks, his knuckles digging into a knot in your withers
> You groan at the pain and pleasure as your muscles relax under his hands
> "Equally mysteriously, she was using it rather thoroughly in your room."
> You raise your eyebrows
"I thought she was afraid of such things."
> He shrugs
> "Maybe not if she is in control of the movement."
> You consider how you might do that, your tail lashing back and forth
> You spend a few more moments soaking up Anom's sweet attentions before the heat in your nethers becomes unbearable
> You surge to your hooves, steadying Anom on your back with your magic
> He squawks rather cutely
> You trot towards the bed
"Why don't I thank you for that massage?"
> He leans forward, wrapping his arms around your neck, breath hot on your ear
> "Oh? And what do you have in mind?"
> It feels too good, surely he was made to please mares
> You let your magic play across his body as you set him down on the mattress
"I'm sure I'll think of something fun we can do on the bed."
> Pomf

> Be Rarity, trying not to fidget during dinner
> Celestia agreed to meet afterwards, but in the meantime she has been sending you the occasional knowing, almost smug glance
> It is maddening
> Not to mention a disnticntly...Anomalous scent lingering about her and your dear friend Twilight
> It is so completely at odds with the decorum with which Celestia and Anom are conducting themselves
> You are a little proud of the latter, Anom is taking rather well to your lessons
> Unbidden, the memory of Anom ravaging Celestia's mouth comes to mind
> You sneak a look once more at the perfectly dignified princess
> It's all just so... scandalous
> You love it

> The two of you stand on a balcony overlooking the gardens as the sun sets
> You draw a small bouquet from a satchel and present it to Celestia
> Her eyes flicker across the selection
> Calla Lily, for her magnificent beauty
> Begonia, her fanciful nature
> Hellebore, a scandal
> Snapdragon, your presumption
> Ivy geranium, a request to join her for the next dance
> She smiles, tucking it behind one ear
> "I'd be glad to, Lady Rarity."
> Your heart thunders in your chest as you approach her
> She kneels, her head drawing level with yours
> You spend a long moment admiring her face from up close, from the elegent curves of her cheekbones to her luminous eyes
> Then you lean forward and press your lips to hers
> Your magic cups her head as your kisses become more passionate, and she responds in kind
> Her mouth is sweet to your taste, her tongue sliding and coiling around your own
> All too soon, she breaks the kiss, leaving you panting
> For her part, her cheeks are fetchingly pink
> Celestia grins at you, her eyes bright
> "That is what fascinated me about you from the start, how you mix decorum and audacity so well."
> You lift your chin, feigning offense
"Audacious? Moi? Perish the thought, I assure you that I merely identify my proper place in society and move to occupy it."
> She giggles
> "Of course, how could I have thought otherwise? Tell me, what will you do now that you occupy your proper place?"
"My duty, of course."
> You boop her nose with your magic
"That is to say, I shall discover everything I can about you, get to know you inside and out, and use that knowledge to make us both as happy as possible."
> Celestia blushes in earnest at your proclamation
> "I'd like that, Rarity."

> Be Chrysalis
> In retrospect, you probably shouldn't have left the toy out on the dresser
> Now you are standing around, waiting for Celestia to retire for the evening
> The hiyuman waits opposite you, sitting on some cushions
> He tries to hide it, but you taste his desire
> It would be pitiful how easy he is to read, if he was not so dangerous to you
> "So, how was your day?"
> You shift your weight from one leg to the other
> Bipedal forms are always so awkward
"Acceptable."
> He nods, but you get a whiff of disappointment
> You aren't used to accepting food as yourself
> There is no pattern, no habits to fill in
> You'll have to improvise
"And how was your day?"
> He blinks in surprise
> "It was..."
> Anom rubs his face
> "Busy, but good. I think I'm going to like the new routine Twilight set up."
> You taste flickers of desire and satisfaction
> If only you could have replaced him, what love you could have eaten
> Still, it is not as if you are going hungry, and you really only have to worry about one person being a danger
> Your eyes flicker to the toy once more
> Even after using it thoroughly, you are still fascinated by it
> Such a simple shape, but the pleasure it provides...
> You rub your thighs together at the memory
> You feel a spike of lust, and quickly turn your gaze back towards the hiyuman
> He blushes
> "I'm looking forward to tonight as well."
> Oh yes, you did say he could watch
"Good. Remember, always sate yourself with Celestia."
> He grins
> "Like I could forget."
> Reassuringly, you can sense his lust is muffled, not directed at you
> You pause
> You taste something sweet coming
> The door opens, Celestia and Rarity walking side by side
> Celestia looks at you and the hiyuman, then at her newest paramour
> "Rarity, to what extent would you say you want to join in?"
> The unicorn eyes her options, and you can taste her curiosity
> "Far be it from me, to decline any new experiences."
> Anom chuckles
> "As expected of Celestia's most favored pet."
> Rarity blushes
> "I believe we shall have to compete for that title, darling."
> Celestia's horn lights up, levitating the purple maned mare onto the bed, ignoring her yelp and protests
> "Then let's begin, my lovely little pony."
> Rarity's fussing turns to cooing as the princess laps at her marehood
> Anom walks closer to you
> "Looks fun, how about it?"
> You lift an eyebrow at him
"I believe Celestia is rather monopolizing Rarity at the moment."
> He rolls his eyes
> "I meant, how about I go down on you? Or you could sit on my face, if that makes you more comfortable."
> You stare at him
"Sit... on your face?"
> He nods
> "That way, you can get up whenever you want, and I make you feel good with my mouth."
> You like the sound of having an escape option
"Very well."
> Anom shucks off his clothes and hops onto the bed
> You approach cautiously as he lies down, his head near the foot of the bed
> Lust wafts from him, laced with sweet affection
> You can feel your body respond instinctively, growing warmer and wetter
> You climb up, your knees on either side of his shoulders as you kneel over him
> You feel vulnerable, even though you can plainly see he lacks the range of mobility to do any damage with his erection
> You lower your pelvis slowly, until encounter soft, fleshy resistance
> He kisses your sex
"Ah!"
> You can feel him hum in amusement
> You'd be angrier, but whatever he is doing is making it hard to feel anything but pleasure
> Your eyes drift close as you press yourself into his tender ministrations, losing yourself in the sensation
> His chest is firm and warm under your hands, reassuring in some way
> You lean forward, drawn by instinct and by scent
> There is a delicious reservoir of love before you
> You lap at its warm, sweet waters, though only drops make it past your tongue
> Anom moans beneath you, and you open your eyes
> You stare at his balls in confusion
> You look a little further down, to find his cock in your mouth
> You blink, and in that momentary darkness, you can sense that reservoir again, so close, but so maddeningly far
> Your mind is thick with lust, both your own and Anom's
> You don't even have to think about it, you suck greedily at his stamen, your tongue politely and insistently petitioning for his nectar
> You grind against his face, your arousal coating his mouth and chin
> With a muffled groan, he opens the floodgates
> Your mouth is filled with his cum, his lust, his love
> You swallow again and again, almost drowning in his essence
> Love and power suffuses your being, performing an unknown alchemy on the hiyuman seed you have swallowed
> Your form burns away in a green flame
> Your wings buzz in happiness
> You are back!
> Anom's dick falls from your open mouth, and you leap on to the floor
> You gaze at yourself in the mirror, eyes wide
> It's your old, familiar body, with every hole and antenna just as you remembered
> "Huh, so that's what you normally look like."
> You turn to face the hiyuman, bracing yourself
> He just smiles
> "You look pretty cool, Chrysalis."
> You can taste the sincerity, as well as Celestia's and Rarity's wariness
> ...
"Thank you."
> You smile a little, feeling safer than you have in days
> You have your magic back, you have control of your form, you have a steady supply of food and a secure nes-
> Oh
> You turn to Celestia, feeling more full than you have in years
"Do you have a room where I can lay our eggs?"
> Celestia blinks, then breathes a sigh of relief
> "How does the treasury sound?"
> Deep in the castle, accessible by only her most trusted subjects
"I'll need the key..."
> Celestia smiles wryly
> "I think I can arrange that."


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Dear Mom and Dad,

I'm glad to hear you are doing alright, and I miss you too. Oh, and tell Terra Incognita sorry for me. If this is what it was like getting tickled by someone older and stronger than you so often, well, I'd probably still have tickled her, just less. Luna is pretty nice aside from that, so I won't hold it against her.
On to the good news, I have finally joined my siblings in giving you grandchildren. Sorry it took so long, but I think you'll agree that my 13 make up for the wait. Names and pictures will be at the end of the letter, but you can get a general idea if you think xenomorph. Thankfully, they skipped the facehugger stage and aren't especially acidic. They're a pretty big handful, but Chrysalis used to raising lots of kids at once, so it works out. Let me tell you, seeing her in a cuddle pile with all the kids is pretty adorable, once you get past the whole insect thing. In related news, Celestia got pretty competitive about it, so expect another grandchild in about 7 months.
Not much more to say, really. Life is good, the wives are lovely, and I'm looking forward to seeing you all again once we figure things out from this end. Then we can have one of the strangest family reunions, but we've always been an odd family.

Your son,

Anonymous

P.S.: When we do speak again, I'm going to have the weirdest accent. Hopefully there won't be too much lost in translation.
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