Opt.2: Sol Incarnate, by Frozen_writefag

Frozen_writefag 01/25/14(Sat)14:56 UTC-5 No.15897287
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    >>15896606 #

    >You are anon
    >looking down at the ridiculous crate that has crushed your coffee table to splinters.
    >standing behind it is Trechcoat™ with his jacket open like a flasher from where it had fallen out.
    >he tips his fedora and dives through your open window as you stare on speechless.
    >you blink and shake the strangeness of the event as you turn back to the crate.
    >it's a bit longer than it is tall and a faint scent wafts from it, familiar but...
    >you reach out to touch it and the entire thing falls apart like an IKEA product.
    >out rolls a mass of white and styrofoam.
    >you back-pedal as the stuff floods your floor and in the middle of it all a figure slumps bonelessly
    >your eyes try to gather it all in.
    >the large, glossy wings
    >the swan-like neck, wide and well-muscled
    >the slender hooves that were cinched together with fraying ropes
    >you try to see the sum of the parts and not balk.
    >you turn away and breath deeply
    >This. This was bad.
    >you look back as sol incarnate lay unconscious on your floor with her legs splayed out in a pile of broken furniture and packaging foam.
    >Celestia murmured sleepily as your heart hammered in your chest.

    Wat do?

Frozen_writefag 01/25/14(Sat)15:12 UTC-5 No.15897691
Replies: >>15897921 >>15897997

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    >you stagger back and decide to get a room ready to accommodate the solar deity sprawled in your living room.
    >thank god you live alone.
    >you rush into the empty room beside your bedroom that you have filled with crap.
    >you grab and haul boxes.
    >the dust in the room clings to you as you feel slight panic begin to creep into your movement
    >you sweep, vacuum and clean with the manic detachment.
    >Pillows. You need pillows.
    >you clamber back out and grab as many as you can find as well as cushions, curtains and sheets.
    >you mash the assortment of bedding into something a horse-princess could recline into comfortably and perhaps catch some z's dreaming of solar sheep.
    >yep. You're fucking panicking.
    >sweat and dust clings to you as you take in the preparations.
    >it'll have to do.
    >you slowly re-enter the room where Celestia lays.
    >she snorts in her sleep but makes no further action.

    Do I untie her now?
    Or make further preparations?

Frozen_writefag 01/25/14(Sat)15:41 UTC-5 No.15898441
Replies: >>15899376 >>15899678 >>15900005

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    >silent steps carry you closer to her sleeping form.
    >you watch as her barrel rises and falls slowly.
    >the sound of her breath passing her lips was...distracting.
    >you reach down and pleasedon'tkickme.jpeg gently unknot the ropes around her hind legs.
    >you freeze as she makes a soft content sound as you finish untangling them.
    >now for the forelegs.
    >you kneel and lift her leg without jostling her
    >she's really warm and amazingly soft.
    >the feel of her glossy hair against your palms makes you smile softly
    >you ease the restraints off her hooves and drop them on the floor
    >her hoof is strangely comforting to hold and your eyes slowly ease over the length of her limb and you feel your face warm in response to how lithe her form is.
    "...ahem."
    >a gentle chiding sound.
    >it cuts through whatever fog had creeped into your mind.
    >the realization of your pose and mannerism a second later
    >your eyes meet the attentive ones now staring at you.
    >they are narrowed in suspicion.

    Well, she's awake now.

Frozen_writefag 01/25/14(Sat)16:51 UTC-5 No.15900005

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>>15898441 #
>>15898441 #

>you lower the leg with care without losing eye-contact
>she gives you a curt nod and turns her head to take in the room.
>you can feel your heart hammering as she finally takes everything in and turns back to you with a soft sigh.
>her eyes seem to pin you to the spot with the weight of a millennium of pure royal contempt.
>your mind works to construct a valid lie
>all you can think is that this is not the kind and loving princess that was painted by your misconception
>the stupidity of your previous actions are compounded now.
>if she was seen by anyone she would be gone.
>what could you say that would shackle her to you?
>what words could implore her to stay when she could easily get up and walk out?
>she could turn you to dust with the faintest of effort.
>"I-I mean no harm."
>you stutter the words out past the fear gripping you
>her eyes narrow slightly as she rises to her feet with feline grace.
>you get up with toxic levels of spaghetti
>she looks down her nose at you
>then you hear it
>like a mountain trying to speak or rocks grinding across each other
GGGRRROOOOWWWWLL
>Celestia blushes awkwardly as her stomach protests with the voice of enraged dragons.
>she looks away with a suddenly shy mannerism.
>you can only gawk in response as she whispers.
"...some food....would be appreciated."