- >You just sit still beside the fountain, listening to the waters flow as the Gryphon finishes her declaration of love to you.
- "I'm sorry, but no."
- >The gryphon, looking dejected, but still determined, presses on.
- >"But why? This marriage bring great prosperity to country. Make Equestria ponies happy. And when Equestria happy, Equestria rulers happy. No?"
- "Well yes, but."
- >"But what, dear prince? Am Nadya not strong enough? Am Nadya not beautiful enough?"
- "Nadya," you call as you pat the bench, beckoning her to sit beside you.
- >"Why, Anonymous? Is Nadya not good enough Gryffin?
- "Nadya, do you know that I have gone to the griffon encampment last week?"
- >"You have? Then why you not tell Nadya? Nadya can catch big moose, celebrate with griffon."
- "I was going to, but I saw you working."
- >"Is no bother, Nadya can work anytime."
- "It's not work, it was a griffon that stopped me."
- >"Who dares! Nadya will order for her execution."
- "I met a griffon named Peter."
- >"O-oh... What has Petyr done? He is silly bird, means no offence surely."
- "Oh no, he was very nice. He was very helpful and seems to take you in high regard.
- "I might even say he has a crush on you."
- >"R-really!? I-is much good! See! Nadya is attractive, beautiful griffon!"
- >Smiling slightly, you take one of Nadya's paws and hold it up.
- "What is he like, he seems like a nice griffon."
- >"He is! But Petyr is weak, and needs protection from big, strong griffon like Nadya!"
- "Oh? What does Petyr like?"
- >"Ah! He is big eater, but likes liver, always sneaks to corner for eating."
- "Why would he do that?"
- >"He think Nadya maybe get angry, but Nadya not get angry, Nadya thinks cute... Wait, is Anon in love with Petyr?"
- "Do you love me, Nadya?"
- >"Of course! Nadya loves you much! Griffon can fly thousand clouds and not outfly love of Nadya."
- "But you don't look at me like you look at Peter."
- >"I- You want Nadya to get rid of Petyr?"
- "No. I want you to be honest with him."
- >"Nadya does not understand."
- "I want you to love him, Nadya."
- >"Buy why? Why do you reject Nadya so?"
- "Now, imagine we were married. A picket fence, a small house."
- >"If you Nadya weds you, will be big palace, with large gates!"
- "Then let's say that's the case.
- "We're married, and you head to your duties, I stay at home, and nurse the children.
- "When you return, I greet you with a hug, and a kiss.
- "What do you think of that?"
- >"Is good."
- "But let's say, that when I was kissing you, I am thinking about one of your generals, madly in love with her.
- "How would that make you feel?"
- >"Nadya will execute her! Who is she! Is Anon in love with general!?"
- "No, but that is how I would feel."
- >"Then Anonymous need not to fear! Nadya love only Anonymous!"
- "Then can I have a kiss?"
- >"Of course!"
- >You lean in for a kiss, using your hands to hold Nadya's face in place, and look her in the eyes as you approach her beak.
- >She looks you in the eyes for the first few seconds, but looks to the side at the last second and shuts her eyes.
- >Eyes shut tight, she awaits your lips.
- >But they never arrive.
- >When she opens her eyes, you dive in for a quick peck on her forehead.
- >The deed done, you sit back down.
- >"Nadya thought Anonymous will kiss Nadya?"
- "I was going to, but you were thinking of someone else."
- >"There is no such thing!"
- "Who were you thinking about, Nadya?"
- >"Nadya was thinking of eternal love to Anonymous!"
- "I'm the only person here, Nadya.
- "You can tell me the truth."
- >But Nadya remains still.
- "Please, Nadya. I want the truth."
- >"...Nadya was thinking of Petyr."
- >The both of you sit in silence for a moment.
- >Holding her close, you kiss her on the forehead again.
- "Go to him. He's waiting."
- >"Many thanks, Anonymous."
- "Think nothing of it, may the winds guide your wings, Princess Nadya"
- >"And may the skies pile blessings upon you, Prince Anonymous."
- >With a flap of her wing, she soars into the air and you send her off with a wave.
- >Once you are sure she is gone, you finish your drink, pat down your toga, and head back into the ballroom.
- >"Prince Anonymous!" you hear Raven calling out to you as she runs across the ballroom, a worried look on her face.
- >"What happened to Princess Nadya?" She asked while taking a look around you, trying to find the princess.
- "She decided to re-think her priorities."
- >You stop one of the waiters and grab a glass of champagne, to blend in with the crowd.
- "I'm afraid I am without a date for the night."
- >"Well, I'm sure we can-" she stops as you place a hand on her back.
- "Walk with me, Raven."
- >"Yes, your highness."
- >With Raven by your side, you walk through the ballroom.
- >The guests let you pass the moment they see you.
- >A few stop you for banter.
- >"Ah! Anonymus! Ye grace us wit yer presense!" A masculine voice calls out to you.
- >Turning around with a smile on your face, you return the greeting.
- "It is my pleasure, Duke Hardfist. How is your daughter?"
- >"She be turnin' twelve 'is yir," the Minotaur duke boasts proudly.
- "Send her my greetings."
- >"Aye! Ah'll do at'!"
- >You walk further through the room, all the time with Raven at your heels.
- "Raven, take note of this. Send a dozen caramel candies from Dozen Delights to Ysolda Hardfist, Attach note, happy birthday, due eighth of August."
- >"Yes your majesty."
- >You reach the throne and see your mother and aunt on their thrones, greeting what are most likely male suitors from the other nations.
- >You wait until the current one finishes the formalities and cut the queue.
- >You can hear several of them click their tongues, but such things are ignored.
- >"Anonymous," you mother calls to you with a gentle voice, "come here, my ray of sunlight."
- >You approach your mother with your arms open, and pull her into a hug, and you can feel her forelegs and wings wrap around you.
- >You place a kiss on her muzzle and whisper in her ears.
- "We should have more favourable terms when dealing with the griffons."
- >Your mother offers no reply, just holding you close for a few minutes.
- >"I'm proud of you, Anon."
- >You can feel a "But..." coming.
- >"But I want you to have fun here."
- "Mother..."
- >"I know you care greatly for the little ponies, but you have a life too."
- "I know, mother."
- >"You're a grown stallion now, and you should find yourself a partner."
- "Yes, mother."
- >You mother unfolds her wings, and holds you at hoof length.
- >"Look at you, all grown up now, calling me 'mother'.
- >"What happened to the days when you called me Mommy?
- >"Go on, call me mommy, just once."
- "Mother." you groan as you feel the blood rush to your face, turning you pink.
- >"Please?" she pleads, wriggling her eyebrows.
- "...mommy..." you hurriedly whisper.
- >And she beams you a radiant smile.
- >You know that smile.
- >She's going to do something.
- >And she did.
- >Your mother stood up, her wings completely unfurled.
- >Instantly, the room quieted and the suitors retreated from around the throne.
- >With her Canterlot voice, she projected her voice across the halls.
- >"I would like to thank all of you for attending this year's Grand Galloping Gala.
- >"Today, I would like to introduce my son to all of you.
- "mother!" you whisper in protest.
- >"Anonymous?" she calls, beckoning you to stand between the throne.
- >Walking to the middle of the two thrones, your mother announces
- >"My one and only son! Anonymous!"
- >The room is filled with deafening applause as you feel your face heat up even more.
- >You really don't like all this attention.
- >"Now, my son, Anonymous, is still single, despite his exquisite visage.
- >"And I would like some grandchildren in this lifetime."
- >The guests chuckle at your mother's joke.
- >"So, I would like all you brave mares, tauren, and griffons, to give my son a chance. Don't be shy."
- >You can already see some of them getting ideas, no doubt from the way that you are blushing.
- >They must think you are some delicate flower that they must protect, or mayhap a challenge to be conquered.
- >You direct a glare at your mother, which is looking pretty pleased with herself.
- >She gestures with her hoof, asking you to return to the ball, and you do just that.
- >Not before finishing your drink.
- >Five seconds after your feet touch the ballroom floor, the potential suitors come swarming to you.
- >"May I have a dance, Prince Anonymous?" from the tauren diplomat's daughter.
- >"Would you like some food, Prince Anonymous?" asks the diamond dog queen's second daughter.
- >This is going to be a long night.
- -----
- >You finally reach your soft bed, after a long night on your throne, turning suitors away.
- >Your back is killing you, no mare should stay on a throne for that long.
- >With a loud clank, your leg hits the bedpost and you remember that you have not taken your leggings off yet.
- >With a glow of your horn, the horseshoes fall off your hind legs and your crown is placed in the drawer.
- >The horseshoes on your forelegs are still on.
- >Horseapples.
- >A flick of your horn sends gliding to the corner of the room.
- >You move further into the bed, and cuddle with your pillow.
- >But tired as you are, you find it hard to fall asleep.
- >An unexpected knock is heard at the door.
- "Who is it?"
- >"Mother, it's me." your son calls out from the other side of the door.
- >You open the lock to the door with a spell.
- "It's open, come in."
- >Your son enters the room silently, meaning he's out in his socks again.
- >He closes the door behind him, and approaches you, and you roll around to look him in the eyes.
- "Now what are you doing up so late, sunbeam?"
- >"Mother, I'm an adult, I can stay up late now."
- >He sets the cups on the nightstand and turns to you.
- >"Come on, turn around. I'll massage your back."
- "I don't think that's necessary, Sunbeam."
- >"Let me do it, you owe me this much."
- "What do you mean?" you try to play innocent.
- >"Don't give me that look, painting a target on me like that.
- >You turn around and you can feel your son's hands on your withers.
- >"It was so hard getting away from those suitors, you know?"
- >Using his fingers to apply pressure on your withers, he tests the tenseness of your muscles before pressing down with his palm.
- >This is heaven.
- >You've died and gone to Elysium.
- "A little lower, Sunbeam."
- >His palm slowly moves downwards to your croup as the tension in your muscles start becoming undone.
- >"Do you really want me to marry so soon?"
- >You enjoy his palm on your back for a little longer before turning your head to face him.
- "I don't want you to be lonely, sweetheart. Mn." you hold back a moan as he hits a tender spot.
- >"I'm not, as long as I have you and Aunt Luna, I'll be just fine." he says with a straight face as he presses down harder on a stubborn knot.
- >You're doing your best not to let out any weird sounds, but his tender ministrations on your back is making that rather hard.
- "We are two very old mares, living with a handsome stallion, Anonymous. The masses will whisper."
- >"Then let them, it doesn't matter what they say. There is no shred of truth to it."
- >You can only smile at your beloved son.
- "It is in your best interests to find a lover, Anon." you say while getting up. "I will not force you, but I want you to consider it seriously."
- >Gently, you nudge him towards your door.
- "You are still young, live while you can, love while you can."
- >You nudge him out of your room, and bid him a good night.
- >"Good night... Mommy." He says quickly, and retreats to his room.
- >Closing the door, you lock it hurriedly, and shut all the curtains, and cast a silencing spell around the room.
- >You hope you're still in time.
- >Jumping onto your bed, you take a deep breath, inhaling his masculine scent.
- >Sorry, Sunshine. But your mommy's a bad mare.
- >She has bad thoughts about you.
- >Very very bad thoughts.
- >Inhaling his scent, you reach a hoof down to your already winking nethers, and gently give your slit a rub.
- >He would be covered in your scent by now.
- >His hands working all over your back.
- >Oh
- >His hands.
- >His delicate, agile hands.
- >Using your magic, you try your best to replicate his hand, but to little success.
- >You're never able to make it as dextrous as you want it to be.
- >It runs across your slit, dipping a finger in, before making a circle around your winking clit.
- >It's not enough.
- >You brush your hooves against your labia, thinking, fantasizing.
- >What would Anon do?
- >He's such a gentle boy.
- >Probably never had a mare before.
- >You would have to guide him.
- >You would lay him gently on your sheets, and kiss him.
- >Taste those soft lips, and enjoy the cute moans that he would make when you undress him.
- >Maybe he will be more aggressive?
- >Try to turn the tides on you, kissing your neck, your chest, slowly going lower.
- >And then he would kiss your other mouth.
- >And then, he would take out his member.
- >He must be pretty big now.
- >And he would use it on you.
- >Slowly, entering.
- >You might have to give him some encouragement.
- >But he will make it all the way in.
- >Stretching you comfortably.
- >Making you feel so full.
- >Since it's his first time, he would be jerky.
- >But that's okay.
- >You can teach him.
- >Teach him how to please a mare properly.
- >Your hoof works at a frantic pace as you imagine Anon pumping.
- >In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out.
- >You magic pumping in and out, keeping up with your fantasy.
- >You can feel your breath getting more and more ragged as you grind your hooves against your nethers.
- >"Anon... Anon... Right there, sunbeam...
- >You can feel the excitement pool up within you.
- >You can't stop anymore, not now.
- >You muscles wind up like springs as you feel something coming.
- >"Yes, sunshine... Yes!"
- >Your hind legs began to quiver.
- >You are so close.
- >Then, a memory comes to mind.
- >>"Good night... Mommy."
- >And just like that, you come.
- >At first, came the pleasure.
- >The mind numbing pleasure.
- >Shooting through you like electricity as you continued rubbing your clit.
- >At the edge of your senses, you could feel yourself squirt.
- >It's probably shooting across the bed in heavy droplets and sinking into the sheets.
- >And then, the orgasm fades.
- >Like a marionette that had its strings cut, you slump onto your bed, exhausted.
- >When you finally come to, you realize that your mouth has lolled open.
- >Your head is still spinning.
- >You take a few minutes to steady yourself before drying the bed sheets.
- >Once you are finished, you lie down comfortably and reach for the drawer.
- >From the drawer, you retrieve a small photograph.
- >On it is the two most important ponies in your life.
- "Good night, Anon," you say, giving it a kiss. "Good night, Luna."
- >Placing the photograph back into the drawer, you snuggle into the sheets taking in Anon's scent mixed with the scent of your sex.
- >A mare can dream, right?
- -----
- >You walk down the hallway, trolley in toll.
- >Whenever you pass a ledge on the wall, you hang some lavender flowers onto it before moving on to the next one.
- >This should help all your little ponies sleep easy.
- >It has been a long day, after all.
- >Everypony deserves some respite.
- >Hanging the flowers onto the next ledge, you pass your sister's room.
- >She must be really tired too, you think to yourself as you place a bush by her door.
- >As you were about to leave, the door opens behind you.
- >"Good night... Mommy."
- >Isn't that your dear nephew?
- >He's walking towards you.
- >He smells of your sister, and wine.
- >Did she!?
- >No.
- >She wouldn't have.
- >She wouldn’t dare.
- >"Aunt Luna."
- "Nephew, what are you doing up so late?"
- >"I swear, you and mother ask the same questions."
- "Can’t an aunt be worried for the wellbeing of her beloved nephew?" you ask, arching an eyebrow, but receive no reply.
- >He picks up a bunch of flowers and places it on the next ledge with ease, then returns to you.
- "Are you not tired, nephew?"
- >"A little. But I can stay up for a little longer."
- >He reaches into the trolley and picks out another bunch of flowers.
- >"Shall we?" he asks, bouncing on his heels.
- "Of course."
- >You continue placing flowers on the ledges with your dear nephew, making small talk along the way.
- "A certain pony told me that you were in the gardens earlier."
- >"Yes, I needed some fresh air."
- "With Princess Nadya?" you ask, using your magic to levitate a bunch of the flowers to a ledge your nephew cannot reach.
- >"Oh, she came after me."
- "What for?"
- >"Well, she professed her eternal love to me, and I turned her down."
- >You let out a small sigh.
- "Anonymous, you mustn’t be so harsh to all the mares you meet."
- >"I'm quite sure I was gentle, all things considered."
- "Oh?"
- >"At least she didn't cry."
- "Anonymous!"
- >"Calm down Aunt Luna, it wasn't that bad." He says flatly and places some flowers on the ledge.
- "I'll hold you to those words," You huff.
- >The both of you continue your banter until the last of the flowers disappear from the trolley.
- >You head back to your room, and your nephew follows suit until you reach the doors.
- >"Good night, Auntie Lulu."
- "Good night, Anonymous. Sweet Dreams."
- >He heads the other direction and you shut the door behind you.
- >Auntie Lulu
- >Heh
- >He has not called you that in years.
- >He must be drunk.
- >That's good.
- >Your precious nephew needs to rest his worries once in a while.
- >He's been so tense recently.
- >Always tossing and turning in his sleep.
- >He would keep kicking his blanket off the bed.
- >It's a good thing he has you to cover him while he sleeps.
- >...
- >You head to your bed and fill a glass of wine.
- >A little should be no problem.
- >Finishing the glass in one gulp, you stride to your balcony, closing the doors behind you.
- >Don't want those pesky morning birds flying into your room again.
- >Standing outside your room, you prepare the spell to enter your demesne, the dream realm.
- >It is a lonely one, but your task is yours alone to bear.
- >The spell is complete, your horn glows up and all fades to darkness.
- >You find yourself within the dream real.
- >One by one, motes of blue light reveal themselves to you, drawing your attention.
- >These are the dreams of your little ponies.
- >Their hopes, and fears.
- >You sift through them, seeking anything that resembles a nightmare, but it seems most of your little ponies are sleeping soundly tonight.
- >A few dreams about infinite hay falling out of their saddle pouches, but nothing overly scary.
- >You drift along in the dream realm lazily, letting the currents take you.
- >Not many duties for you tonight.
- >You wonder what your nephew is dreaming of.
- >Navigating yourself through the sea of lights, you arrive at a small mote.
- >It belonged to your precious, darling nephew.
- >Cradling the dream, you peer in, taking care not to interrupt anything.
- >He was sitting on your back, riding you around.
- >Your sister sat nearby, watching him play and sipping tea.
- >You remember this.
- >Anonymous was... seven? Eight, maybe.
- >He would be too big to carry around now.
- >"Auntie Lulu! Mush!"
- >"Anonymous, Auntie Lulu can’t go any faster."
- >"Mush!"
- >Holding the dream close to your chest, you drift with it for a few moments, savouring its warmth.
- >You missed those moments.
- >He really grew up too quickly.
- >It warms your heart to know that he would still call you Aunt Lulu after all these years.
- >Even if he was a little drunk.
- >You are jostled from your thoughts when the dream in your chest grows cold.
- >Your precious nephew was having a nightmare.
- >But how?
- >He was having such a good dream.
- >Every second, the dream grows colder and colder within your grasp.
- >You have to intervene, lest it becomes a night terror.
- >Entering the dream, you were completely engulfed within darkness.
- >You could hear only the ragged breathing of what you expected to be your nephew.
- >He was running.
- >No. He was chasing, something. Somepony.
- >You attempt to gain sight on what he is chasing, but the darkness kept everything hidden.
- >Even from you.
- >But you could feel warmth coming from the direction he was running in.
- >And the smell of lavender.
- >You face your nephew, but it seems he could not see you.
- >This is bad.
- >You had to wake him.
- >But how?
- >Think, Luna.
- >That's right! You could help him catch whatever he was chasing.
- >Forcing your will upon the dream, you attempt to forcefully shorten the distance between your nephew and the warmth.
- >However, your efforts seem to be unneeded as your nephew reaches the by his own efforts.
- >In front of him, lay a radiant orb that emanated a gentle warmth.
- >You recognise this warmth.
- >It was sunlight.
- >You could also smell the fragrance of lavender.
- >It's almost as if you were standing in the fields yourself.
- >But Anonymous has never been to the lavender fields.
- >How did he know what it smelled like?
- >You look back at your nephew.
- >The orb laid right before him, but he was hesitant for some reason.
- >Tentatively, he reached forward to touch it.
- >That's right.
- >Take the orb, and return to sweet dreams, Anonymous.
- >Grabbing the orb, he holds it with both his arms.
- >And suddenly, with a shout of pain, he bursts into flames.
- >But even when set alight, your nephew refuses to release the orb.
- >Instead, he holds it tighter to his chest.
- >Why would he want something so dangerous?
- >Before you could follow the train of thought, your nephew is dropped, and begins falling, down and down, into the dark abyss.
- ”Anonymous!”
- >You dash forward to catch him, but you could not touch him.
- >Horn aglow, you cast a spell to forcefully end the dream.
- >But your spell could not find a hold on the dream, and instead fizzles out of existence.
- >Nothing in this dream made sense.
- >This was supposed to be your realm.
- >How are you incapable of helping your nephew in his time of need?
- >Your nephew's descent is stopped with a sickening crack as his back hits a surface.
- >From him, the fire begins to spread to the surrounding dreamscape.
- >But your nephew, bloodied and burnt, cradles the orb still.
- >Like a father with a new born foal.
- >Almost as if he was afraid of hurting it.
- >The fires, glowing brightly, spread, and the entire dreamscape begins to heat up, while the smell of Lavender overpowers your senses.
- >You shield your eyes with your foreleg, attempting to block the light.
- >In moments, the dreamscape becomes blindingly bright before becoming dim once more.
- >The next thing you sensed unnerved you.
- >It was a strong smell.
- >A smell that hung in the air, refusing to leave your nose.
- >It was sickeningly sweet, musky, and pungent, with a slight hint of iron.
- >Opening your eyes, you are greeted to the sight of beautiful room, with walls of pristine marble.
- >Red carpets, embroidered with golden thread covered the floors and the walls were lined with many windows, light streaming in through all of them.
- >It was all so beautiful, until a piece of furniture catches your eye.
- >The bed.
- >It was a large bed, mayhap used by royalty, large enough for two.
- >Differing from the rest of the room, the bed did not look a bit majestic.
- >It was nightmarish with its frame lined with bloody thorns
- >One of the bedposts had the motif of a snake climbing to the heavens and consuming the sun, and another, the moon.
- >The sheets of the bed were not made, and you discover the source of the smell.
- >It was the scent of intercourse in the air.
- >There was a small patch of blood on the bed, mayhap somepony lost their virginity?
- >"Ah, there you are." a voice called out.
- >That was a mare's voice, but you could not recognise it.
- >Nor could you see the source.
- >It was just a disembodied voice.
- >"I was wondering where you were."
- >"Just looking out the windows, the lavenders are beautiful today."
- >Turning around, you see your precious nephew dressed in a white suit, and a yellow jacket.
- >On his chest, lies a pitch black tie, embedded with small diamonds, shining ever so brightly on the dark fabric.
- >Almost like a piece of the night sky.
- >He was sitting by a window, peering outwards, not turning to look at the voice.
- >Oddly, there is a golden choker on his throat despite the tie.
- >It was carved intricately, and many gems of different colours laid within it.
- >Looking down, you see a beautiful bangle on his wrist, with a similar design as the choker.
- >The same bangles are on his ankles.
- >The bangles are all joined with fine chains
- >Did your nephew not despise complicated jewellery?
- >You remember him cut himself on a set of them by accident.
- >He was fifteen years of age.
- >"I don't know why you bother with those flowers, really."
- >"They help me sleep."
- >"Well, anyways, your mother is here, let’s go meet her."
- >"Yes, dear." you hear your nephew say half-heartedly.
- >He follows the voice, and you trail behind him.
- >The hallway had many different windows, all of them shut tightly.
- >Some windows showed a sunset.
- >Some full moons.
- >Some dusk.
- >Some dawn.
- >How odd.
- >You arrive at what seems to be a throne room, and see Anonymous seated on one of the thrones.
- >A distorted limb was placed on his hand, morphing from one shape to another.
- >You can feel the disgust coming from your nephew.
- >The limb would shift its shapes constantly, never settling on one for more than a few seconds before changing again.
- >Paw, claws, talon, hoof, pincer.
- >"Her Royal Majesty, Princess Celestia!"
- >"Her Royal Majesty, Princess Luna!"
- >You see Celestia and yourself enter the throne room.
- >The disembodied voice from before offers its greeting to you and your sister.
- >"It is an honour and privilege to have you with us today."
- >"We are glad you have invited us, it has been long since we last saw Anonymous.
- >"Are you well, Anonymous?" your sister turns to ask Anonymous.
- >Your nephew tries to speak, but no sound comes out.
- >He tries again, but not a word escapes his mouth.
- >You see his fingers run across the choker before gripping the arms of his throne.
- >His fingers begin turning white as he answers your sister coldly.
- >"I am well, Celestia. Thank you for your concern."
- >"As you can see, my husband is in great health." the disembodied voice says, leading you and your sister to the doors.
- >"Now, how about we get to business?"
- >"Of course," your sister agrees, turning around to look at Anonymous before leaving the throne room, the heavy doors slamming behind her.
- >Your nephew stays motionless on the throne, his face calm and composed.
- >Until the hoofsteps fade away into the distance.
- >Like a sandcastle meeting the waves of the sea, your nephew's facade crumbles.
- >Placing his face into his hands, he begins to sob uncontrollably.
- >It pains you, seeing him overtaken by grief like this.
- >It pains you even more to know that there is nothing you can do to soothe his troubles.
- >The lights from the windows begin to fade.
- >You can see his radiant attire beginning to lose its shine gradually as the room darkens.
- >You try place a hoof onto his shoulder, in attempt to comfort him, but your hoof phases through him.
- >You were supposed to be a goddess of the night.
- >A protector, a guardian.
- >Not some voyeuristic spirit.
- >. . .
- >Some goddess you were.
- >You couldn't even provide solace to the colt you love.
- >You couldn’t even touch him.
- >
- >Touch!
- >Horn glowing, you close your eyes, pray for the best, and let the spell loose.
- >You open your eyes to find yourself back in the material realm.
- >Rushing to your nephew's room, you undo the lock from the other side, and slide into the room.
- >Walking up to his bed, you see him now.
- >His blanket was on the floor again.
- >His pillow was stained with teardrops, and his body trembles ever so slightly in the cold.
- >You use a wing to wipe the tears off his face.
- >Lifting his head gently, you switch his pillow with another, throwing the wet one onto the floor.
- >The maids can take care of it tomorrow.
- >You climb onto his bed and lie behind him, holding him within your fore hooves, then enveloping him within your wings.
- >Using your magic, you lift his blanket off the floor and hover it over the both of you, setting it down gently until it covers the both of you.
- >There.
- >It's warm now.
- >If anypony catches you here… it would certainly mean the end of the reputation you have been trying to build for the last three decades.
- >You can see the headlines already.
- >Princess of the night, molester of stallions.
- >But it does not matter.
- >Your sweet prince is troubled.
- >Who else will comfort him, if not you.
- >Holding him close, you begin brushing his hair with a spell.
- >Your prince stirs from his sleep slightly.
- >"Who ish it?"
- "It's all right, it is just Auntie Lulu."
- >Whining something unintelligible, your nephew tries to get up, but you hold him in your hooves.
- "Ssh, go to sleep now. Auntie Lulu is here to protect you."
- >With another mumble, your nephew returns to slumber and you continue brushing his hair with much care.
- >You look at the colt in front of you.
- >So precious.
- >So lovely.
- >Why did he have to be your nephew?
- >Why did Celestia have to adopt him?
- >In another life, the both of you could be-
- >You stop that line of thought.
- >It's not healthy.
- >He is your precious prince now.
- >And it is your duty as aunt to protect him.
- >Once again peering into his dreams, you see yourself walking beside Anon.
- >The both of you were walking down a path paved with red leaves.
- >You remember this.
- >This was from the Autumn Moon festival.
- >He wanted to show you a path he found while he was hiking.
- >It was beautiful, with all the leaves red, and the dirt path paved with the crisp red leaves.
- >The both of you followed that trail to the top of the hill, where you could see the distant hamlet of Ponyville.
- >On that hill, you spent the night with him, bundled in blankets, gazing at the stars until the sun rose.
- >It was a marvellous night.
- >You miss it so much.
- >[spoiler]Why did he have to be your nephew?[/spoiler]
- -----
- >Stacking the last of the finished paperwork into a neat pile, you set it aside for Raven to sort through in the later.
- >The Grand Galloping Gala didn't stop your work from piling up.
- >And you were at least three days behind.
- >You really need a cup of tea now.
- >A knock is heard before your sister enters the room, uninvited.
- >"Sister, we must talk."
- "Luna, you're up early." you place your reading glasses onto your desk. "What's the matter?"
- >"It is Anonymous."
- "What happened!?"
- >Your mind races thinking of that could have gone wrong.
- >Was he caught in an accident?
- >No, that's impossible, he didn't say anything about leaving the castle today.
- >But what if he left without telling you.
- >Surely he must have taken some guards with him.
- >What if he didn't?
- >What if he was mugged?
- >No, that wouldn't be possible
- >He was a big colt.
- >But what if it was actually a kidnapping?
- >Was it one of the ambassadors?
- >Did they do this?
- >Which one?
- >The griffons?
- >What if it was one of those damned cows.
- >You've seen how the look at your son.
- >Like he was a piece of meat.
- >"Sister!" your sister shouts, breaking you from your thoughts.
- "Is he hurt!? Where is he!?"
- >"Calm down, Anonymous is having tea with Blueblood in the gardens."
- >Oh.
- >You feel silly now.
- >"We feel that there is a need to consult you regarding our dear nephew's current state of mind."
- "Why? Is something wrong?"
- >"Our dear nephew was having a nightmare the other day."
- "What was it about?"
- >"He dreamt that he was in a palace, built with marble.
- "That hardly sounds like a nightmare."
- >"Let me finish, sister.
- >"His arms and legs were bound in chains, but the chains were beautifully crafted."
- "He was a slave?"
- >"We do not know, but if he was, then he was well looked after.
- >"There was more to this dream."
- >You sit back, and gesture for your sister to continue.
- >"In the middle of the room was a bed, it was disarranged and smelled foul."
- "Smelled foul?"
- >"It smelled like a night of passion, and there was a patch of blood on the bed as well."
- >It takes you a few seconds to process what your sister has just said before coming to the realization.
- "He was raped!?"
- >"We think not, he was married to a mare."
- "Who?"
- >"We do not know, we did not see the mare, only hear her voice.
- >The room fell into a strange silence.
- >You did not know what to say
- >"We think our nephew fears that future, married to an unknown mare, living his life within a gilded stable.
- >"We must ask you, sister. Have you asked our dear nephew to wed anypony?"
- "No! I merely suggested..."
- >"Suggested what, sister?"
- "I asked him to find a lover for himself."
- >Your sister's face scrunches up, troubled.
- >"He might have mistaken your intentions, sister."
- >You try to recall your conversation with Anonymous two nights ago.
- >You thought that you were offering him good, motherly advice.
- >Find a good mare, settle down.
- >Maybe have a foal or two.
- >Did you push him too hard?
- "I will speak to him about it when I have the chance."
- >"Sister, we do not think you should dawdle over it,"
- "Don't worry, Luna. I will do it the moment I can."
- "Raven!"
- >"Yes Your Highness?
- "Deliver a message to Anonymous.
- "Tell him I want to speak with him at dinner."
- >"Of course, Your Highness."
- -----
- >You are Raven, a very busy pony that has no time for this.
- >For SOME REASON the butlers are arguing in the corridor.
- >They could be doing this within their dorms, but nooo~.
- >They had to get in your way, didn't they?
- >Looking at a clock on the wall, you only have a half an hour before the princesses began dinner.
- >And yet Prince Anonymous is nowhere to be found.
- >Maybe he's in the gardens?
- >But it is already dark out.
- >Why would he be in the gardens at night?
- >But the garden is the only area you have not searched yet.
- >Might as well give it a try.
- >Walking back down the hallway, you find the door that connects to the garden, and run outside.
- >The night air is crisp and fresh.
- >You've really been cooped in the offices for far too long.
- >Looking around you, you see that most of the flowers have closed for the night.
- >The hedges begin to look like dark walls, closing in on you.
- >Shaking the thought away, you continue searching the gardens.
- >The gardens are a little scary at night.
- >Why would Prince Anonymous be in the gardens anyway?
- >This is silly, you should just turn back.
- >No! You are a brave pony, Raven.
- >You will search this entire garden if that's what it takes.
- >Walking further down to the fountains, you head where the moonblossoms are.
- >They were always your favourite flowers.
- >Come Autumn, they would bloom at night and illuminate the garden.
- >Princess Luna once said it looked a little like the dream realm.
- >Of course, it's still spring.
- >And so this part of the garden is completely dark.
- >Perfect for monsters to ambush you.
- >Suddenly, you hear footsteps behind you.
- >With a soft yelp, you dive into one of the hedges.
- >That sounded like a big creature.
- >Was it a manticore?
- >No, it had two legs.
- >Wait, that's Prince Anonymous!
- >What's he doing here so late?
- -----
- >You and your sister sit at the dining table waiting for your son.
- >The soups arrive, but your son has not.
- >You're not going to start dinner without your sunshine.
- >And apparently, so is Luna.
- >A quarter hour later, the chef informs you that the appetizers are ready.
- >But your son is still nowhere to be seen.
- >Where is he?
- >He's never late for dinner.
- >Is he in trouble?
- >No, he's a grown colt.
- >But what if he is?
- >"Do you think we should send some guards to search for him?"
- >It's better to be safe than sorry.
- >You stand up.
- "I'm going to search for Anonymous."
- >"We will go too."
- "No Luna, I need you to stay here in case Anonymous is late."
- >"Very well, I shall direct a sending spell your way should he come later."
- >Rushing out the doors, you ask the first guard you see.
- "Polished Spear."
- >"Yes Ma'am!"
- "Ask all castle staff to direct Anonymous to the dining hall if they see him."
- >"Yes Ma'am!"
- >The colt rushes off and you head in the opposite direction.
- >The palace covered, the only other place he could be is Canterlot.
- >If that's the case, you should fly there.
- >Heading out to the gardens, you head to the departure point for pegasi.
- >It would make your journey to Canterlot a lot faster.
- >But you are stopped dead in your tracks when you hear a melody in the air.
- >Somepony was humming.
- >No.
- >You knew that voice.
- >Navigating the bushes, you follow the humming until you arrive at the moonblossom hedges.
- >There he is.
- >Your son was sitting on a stone bench, his toga draped across him lazily.
- >Softly, your son's voice drifts through the garden.
- >"So many times out there, I've watched a happy pair, of lovers walking in the night."
- >His voice, smooth and melodic, drifted through the air.
- >"They had a kind of glow around them, it almost looked like heaven's light"
- >You see a blue light coming from where he was facing.
- >Was he holding a lantern?
- >"I wished I'd never knew, that warm and loving glow, and I still wish with all my might"
- >Beginning from the ones closest to him, the moonblossoms begin to flower.
- >One by one, the newly grown buds bloom into silver coloured flowers, emanating a bluish light.
- >"No love as selfish as my love, was ever meant to see the light."
- >The moonblossoms begin to dim as the music dies down.
- >It was definitely not a natural occurrence.
- >An ethereal figure appears beside him, and he turns to face it.
- >"I already have my mother and my aunt" he says, holding its hooves, "to ask for more is a crime."
- >"My feelings in this are irrelevant."
- >The ethereal figure waves its hooves wildly, almost as if it were displeased with him, but you cannot hear a thing.
- >"For the future of Equestria, my love is a small price to pay."
- >Before your mind could wander, the music continues, and Anonymous begins singing again.
- >"Remembering the ways that they smiled at me, and kissed my cheeks on those scary nights.
- >As he continues, the flowers that have not wilted bloomed once more, this time glowing brighter than ever.
- >"I, till now, know that she, my mother, cares for me.
- >"And my aunt's all the same despite,
- >"Her worrying nature that's why,
- >"My love must never see the light."
- >His voice trails off, and with the flowers begin to lose their glow quickly.
- >A few have already wilted and fell to the ground.
- >Soon, the garden falls into total darkness.
- >The bushes rustle and you hear a voice.
- >"Prince Anonymous, I've been looking for you."
- >You nearly jump at Raven's voice.
- >Turning around, you run back into the castle, thoughts clouding your mind.
- -----
- >The events after the song in the garden all seemed like a blur
- >You remember having dinner with Anonymous.
- >He was talking about something when Blueblood came in, announcing his return from the crystal empire.
- >He had the steward take his luggage away, and complained about the trip home.
- >Then dinner ended, and you returned to your respective rooms.
- >And now, you're here, laying in bed.
- >Tossing and turning.
- >Your pillows, made with the softest of pegasi down feathers, did not help put you to sleep.
- >Your mind runs with thoughts of the garden.
- >What you saw there was impossible.
- >Moonblossoms did not bloom in spring.
- >It was without a doubt, magic.
- >But that was impossible.
- >Anonymous doesn't have an affinity for magic.
- >You had him tested.
- >Even if he did, this was ridiculous.
- >An earth pony couldn't grow plants this fast.
- >Your mind returns to the garden once more.
- >Anonymous was beautiful as ever, his toga shimmering in the moonlight.
- >And then he began singing.
- >His mournful song.
- >The realization hits you.
- >If the magic did not come from within, then it must have come from the world.
- >And there was one magic that all races shared.
- >A powerful magic that comes in the form of a song.
- >A song comes from the soul, projecting the soul onto reality.
- >Warping the world around it.
- >The Heartsong.
- >You've seen it many times in your life
- >It would always happen when two ponies fell in love.
- >When two halves become whole.
- >But it was always a duet.
- >Why was your son singing alone?
- >Ah...
- >He was waiting for somepony to return his song.
- >Your thoughts return to his song.
- >A selfish love, he called it.
- >Anon loves somepony.
- >Anon loves somepony, and he was willing to give it all up for you.
- >A sinking feeling settles within your chest as your ears and tail fall limp.
- >Anon loves somepony, and it's not you.
- >You should be happy for him, Celestia.
- >Your sunshine is all grown up now.
- >He was always going to leave you.
- >One day, he was going to become somepony's husband.
- >You knew that.
- >He isn't your first foster child.
- >Twilight is basically your daughter in all but name.
- >You were ready.
- >You've prepared yourself for this.
- >You've prepared for this from the start.
- >You're his mother, not his lover.
- >This was bound to happen.
- >You're ready for this.
- >[spoiler]Why does it hurt so much this time?[/spoiler]
- -----
- >You barely got any sleep last night.
- >It's still dark out but your body tells you that it's about time to raise the sun.
- >Cracking open your dry eyes, you look at your pillow.
- >You don't feel like getting up.
- >But you must.
- >If not for yourself, then for your little ponies.
- >What's with that attitude?
- >It's a new day.
- >And you know today is going to be a good day.
- >You can feel it!
- >Pushing yourself off the bed, you sluggishly head towards the veranda.
- >You look into your horizon, extending your consciousness, searching for the warm, ever glowing, golden orb.
- >There it is.
- >Enveloping the warmth, you cradle it in your magic, then gently lift it up.
- >Don't want to startle your little ponies.
- >As the sun begins its slow ascent across the plains, you set a few spells in motion, ensuring that the sun continues to climb on its own.
- >You watch for a few more minutes, making sure that there are no faults in the spell.
- >The last time you miscalculated, the sun was moving horizontally.
- >The ponies were groggy for the entire day.
- >At the pace of a snail, the sun ascends into the sky beginning its journey.
- >After some final adjustments, you head back into your room.
- >The night shift butlers bring in your towels silently before retreating with a bow.
- >They're always so prim and proper.
- >You wash up and head towards the kitchen.
- >After getting Fine Dining to retreat from his post [spoiler]goodness knows how hard it is to get a colt to relinquish their kitchen[/spoiler], you begin making pancakes.
- >Luna likes blueberries on hers, and Anonymous likes his plain with butter and honey.
- >Since this would be like a midnight snack for Luna, you made her less pancakes and put more fruit on her plate.
- >Half an hour later, you look on with pride as three plates of pancakes sit before you.
- >Fine Dining couldn't have done any better if he wanted to.
- >Bringing the three plates to the table, you hum a simple tune as you wait for the rest of your family.
- >Luna enters first, worn out from her 'day'.
- "Luna, I made pancakes!"
- >She offers you a tired smile and looks at the table.
- >"Thank you, Sister. I will have them in my chambers."
- >Picking up the plate with the least food, she saunters out of the hall and closes the door behind her.
- >Now all that's left is to wait for Anonymous
- >Just as you finished the thought, you hear the door open behind you.
- >Anonymous enters the room with a quickly stifled yawn.
- >"Good morning, mother."
- "Good morning, Sunshine. I made pancakes!"
- >"Thank you, mother."
- >Taking a seat on the other end of the table, Anon uses his hands to pick up the utensils.
- >It's always fun watching Anonymous eat.
- >Only unicorns use utensils since earth ponies and pegasi can't grab them well.
- >Yet, despite not having magic, Anon uses the utensils so well, almost as if they were made for his hands.
- >Celestia, you're staring.
- >"Mother?"
- >Oh no, he's seen you.
- >Say something.
- >Anything.
- "Isn't the weather nice today?"
- >Well handled, Celestia
- >"Oh yes, but Stormy Cloud told me that it's going to be cloudy tomorrow."
- "That's nice, it has been a little sunny recently."
- >"Mhm"
- >Anon resumes eating quietly and you return to your meal too.
- >The silence is killing you.
- "So how was your day?"
- >"Mother, I just woke up."
- "Oh. That's right. How silly of me."
- >Blushing slightly, pick up your utensils.
- >"Is everything all right, mother?
- "Yes, everything is fine. Why would you think something is wrong?"
- >"You have been acting rather strange, mother."
- "Really?"
- >"Mother, you just asked me how my day was. It's obvious there's something on your mind."
- >Anonymous gives you a concerned look.
- >"If any of the ambassadors are giving you trouble-"
- "I'm fine, Anonymous. Thank you."
- >Anonymous continues eating, cutting the pancakes into little pieces and placing them into his mouth.
- >After a while, Anonymous sets his utensils down.
- >"Raven told me you wanted to talk yesterday."
- "I did? I did!"
- >"What did you want to tell me?"
- "I forgot. Dear me, I must be getting old."
- >"Are you sure? It seemed important."
- "I'm sorry, Sunshine. I seem to be getting so forgetful."
- >"It's all right mother. Take your time."
- >You look down at your untouched plate of pancakes.
- >Ooh, a blackcurrant.
- >Using a fork, you swat it to a-
- >Celestia, what are you doing?
- >You can't keep putting this off.
- >But maybe if-
- >No.
- >You're a grown mare.
- >It's time to face reality.
- >Looking up, you face Anonymous and look him in the eyes.
- "Sunshine.
- "Do you remember the talk we had after the gala?"
- >Anonymous's face darkens slightly.
- >"Yes, mother."
- "You've always been a very pragmatic colt, Anonymous.
- "You love the little ponies as much as I do.
- "That's why you always place Equestria before yourself.
- "But I'm your mother, and I wish for your happiness.
- "I don't want you to choose a lover from the court or the nobility if you don't want to.
- "You're free to love a common mare so long as she's a good and honest.
- "Just this once, I want you to seek your own happiness."
- >An awkward silence falls upon the dining hall, punctuated by brief noises by the castle staff outside, going about their duties.
- >"I see," Anon finally says without conviction, his eyebrows knit together, troubled.
- >"Thank you for making pancakes, mother," Anonymous says, standing from his seat, "They were delicious."
- >He pushes his seat towards the table and turns around, closing the door behind him gently.
- >The love of your life has just walked out of the room.
- >But you're a grown mare.
- >So you don't cry.
- >Huh.
- >The pancakes are salty toda
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