Flanking Maneuvers: Musical Short.

Flanking Maneuvers: Short.

>You were laying back on your bed reveling in one of the calmer nights you've had here.
>Meaning you still had your pajamas on and weren't getting accosted to take them off.
>Celestia was standing by the balcony door, looking out.
>"Dear?"
*grunt*
>"Let's go for a ride."
>You look up at her in confusion.[spoiler][/spoiler] "Say what?"
>"A ride. It's a beautiful night out and I never get to enjoy them like this."
"Is this going to end with my pants off?"
>She chuckles. "Who knows~?"
>She probably knew, the twat.
"Are you taking me out to meet one of your boytoys on the side?"
>Celestia pouts. "That hurts me, Mous. You know I'd never step out on you..."
"Unless that's what you want me to think."
>She trots up to you and nudges your leg. "Come on, you never take me anywhere nice."
"How would this work, anyway?"
>"I have wings, Mous." She says as she spreads her "back-tits" as you've called them.
"Are you sure you can lift both our fat asses?"
>"We'll never know unless we try." She grins out.
>This was stupid.
>It also might be a trap.
>But you were also bored.
"Fine."
>You hop off the bed and climb onto Celestia's back as she heads out to the balcony.
>With a flap of her wings, she takes the two of you into the air. You hanging onto her neck for dear life.

>You were high above Canterlot now, just flying through the clouds.
>It was kinda nice up here...
"I'll admit, you can keep people on your back fairly well."
>Celestia smiles up at you.
"But I know how kinky you are, I'd expect you to have practice at it."
>Celestia rolls her eyes. "Can't even let me enjoy my night out, can you."
>You look around at the almost familiar setting...
"I have a song for you, if you want."
>She arcs an eyebrow.[spoiler][/spoiler] "What? I have a voice like an angel."
>"A fallen angel, maybe."
>Whatever, she'd see.

Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55W3CXfqLIY&feature=player_embedded
"I heard you had fucked a guard."
"Just like you did all the others."
"Tell me, princess, now when did you last let your head decide?"
>Celestia banked through a cloud.
"You dragged me into your room."
"Tried to make me your plunder."
"Over, sideways and under."
"On a night of blackmail sex."
"My slutty wife!"
"Re-defining "city bicycle."
"You bring the dawn."
"Can't make a spawn."
"A good thing that you can't, huh?"
>Celestia smiles up at you as she decides to sing.
>"My freak husband!"
>"A stubborn oaf from far away."
>"But now listen here."
>"It's crystal clear."
>"That I keep you around for those hands~..."
>She begins to descend, the two of you hopping over Canterlot's roofs.
>"An unbelievable ass."
>"Indescribably tactless."
>"Torid, ruthless, and callous."
>"Just an irritating guy!"
>Celestia dives straight down.
>"My freak husband!"
"Don't you dare close your eyes!" You shout, not sing.
>"A hundred thousand things to try!"
"Hold your breath - it might help here!"
"You are a psychopath!"
>"You are a psychopath!"
"You'll feel my wrath!"
>"You can't do math!"
>"At the least you can hold my attention."
>Shit, she was booking it.
"My slutty wife!"
"I've got more pranks to do to you."
"You'll do me anywhere!"
>"You'll do me anywhere!"
"And you won't care!"
>"And you won't care!"
"At least I made you cry out your own name."

>Celestia swung back to the castle after your little duet and when p0nies on the ground started to notice the two of you.
>You jumped off as you landed and made for the mirror.
"Don't fly so damn fast, you'll fuck up my hair."
>"Oh, you had fun."
"Lies. I had fun one time and it was awful. Never again."
>Celestia walks up behind you and nuzzles the side of your face. "Well I did...
>Oh hell.
"And all that somehow made you horny?"
>"Mmmm~"
>You reach up and scratch her between her ears, eliciting a moan.
"Hey...how bout we try something new tonight?"
>Celestia is trying to massage her face with your shoulder. "Oh?...Like what?..."
"I'll show you.~"
>You walk over to the bed.
>Throw up the blankets.
>Slide yourself between them slowly.
>Reach over and turn off the light.
>And promptly go the fuck to sleep.
>Deal with it, Celly.