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> Be Princess Celestia
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> However, you don't know why you are Princess Celestia in the glue fact- horsepital
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> And your head aches, which is no fun, you need cake
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> You look around your bed, and oh, hello handsome
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> Some slender minotaur looking stallion is reading a book in a chair by your bed
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> He doesn't look like a nurse, you wonder what he is doing here
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> Not that you're complaining
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> You clear your throat
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"Hello, is there something I can help you with? Although I may be indisposed at the moment."
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> He drops the book in shock, staring at you with wide eyes
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> You hope he doesn't catch a case of too formal language
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> He surges towards you, wrapping his arms around your neck and nuzzling just below your head
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> You freeze, enjoying the male attention, but desperately hoping nopony gets the wrong idea
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> After a few minutes, he pulls back, tears in his eyes
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> "I'm glad you're alright, Sunshine. You really had me worried there."
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> ...what?
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> You search his face for any kind of familiarity
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"Do I know you?"
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> He gives you a weak smile
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> "I'm your coltfriend."
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> What
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> The doctor mares are very patient as they explain your situation
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> It seems you had some sort of climatic battle with a sorcerous pod of narwhals, and got a bad case of magic dissonance when you subverted the spell they were weaving
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> Point is, you lost a full year's worth of memories
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> The doctors explain that it would be best to take some time off to recover, and linger around familiar things
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> Which apparently includes a hot young coltfriend
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> Well done, past you
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> You return to your quarters to find things are not quite as you left them
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> Of course, you have quite a few friendship reports more than before, but that is to be expected
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> However, the second dresser is new, along with a kitchenette with an apron hung up nearby
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> One thing has your undivided attention
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> A delicious aroma permeates the room
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> Anon chuckles behind you, low and pleasant
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> "I should have known you'd wake up once the cheesecake was done."
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> You stare at the oven and fridge in wonder
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> You were never able to get the hang of baking, something to do with juggling a stellar furnace and operating a small oven
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> But now, you can have cakes whenever you want, without the judgemental stares, ah, that is, without bothering the stallions in the castle kitchen
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"I think I'm in love."
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> Anon chuckles again and gives your flank a swat as he passes by you
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> "That's what you said last time. Now come on, let's eat this thing."
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> He bends slightly to retrieve the cheesecake from the fridge, his rump jutting out impudently
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> You have never been so turned on
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> You stare at the dark ceiling, too tense to sleep
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> This might have something to do with the stallion beside you under the covers
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> No matter what he says, you still feel weird acting...intimately with a stallion you barely know
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> Goodness knows you fantasized about this sort of thing enough, but Anon is so kind and real, with his own feelings
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> What if he figures out that you are actually a super lewd mare?
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> Your fretting is interrupted by an arm across your neck and the firm, hot length of a stallion snuggling up against you
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> You let out a strangled whisper
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"Anon?"
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> He just murmurs sleepily and snuggles closer
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> Hnnngggg
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> You gaze down at his sleeping face, taken at how alien yet adorable it is
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> You smooth his hair to the side with a wisp of magic
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> He sighs happily
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> You smile gently, savoring the sweet experience
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> As you lay your head back on the pillow, you relax
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> Well done, past you
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> Well done
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> You wake as you often do, wet between the legs and restless
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> Then something pokes your hip, and you remember you aren't alone
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> You glance to the side, and there is Anonymous, still cute, especially with his bed head
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> Still, what is poking you?
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> His arms are around your neck, his legs tangles with yours
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> That just leaves...
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> You feel very warm all of a sudden, both from blushing and,
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> You wink, very wet
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> Anon stirs, gazing at you blearily
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> Then he sniffs and you feel deep shame
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> He grins
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> "My, but you are having a very good morning."
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> You cover your face with a wing, trying to block out the embarrassment
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"It's just morning dew, it happens to all mares in the morning."
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> He rubs your belly, which is Not Helping
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> Those fingers feel sooo goooood
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> "Are you saying I'm not stallion enough to get you wet?"
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> For added emphasis he grinds his hot length against your flank
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> You hold back a groan
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> Curse stallions and their sexiness and whimsy
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"No, you're very handsome and, oh stars and void..."
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> You wink again, a bonfire in your belly
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> But you are Princess Celestia, and you must be true to yourself
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"I just wanted our first time to be..."
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> Oh no, you just tipped your sunhat
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> "Oh yeah, I remember that. I thought you were just trying to be romantic because I am a stallion."
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> Is it possible to die of embarrassment?
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> Alas, it's probably not possible for you, alicorn that you are
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> He kisses your cheek
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> "That's pretty cute, Sunshine. So I guess the question is, do you want breakfast, a shower, or-"
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> He nibbles on your ear
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> "Me."
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> You're going to need new sheets
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