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>A muted thudding reverberates repeatedly through the room.
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>In your groggy state, right on the cusp of sleep, you absently try to ignore the annoyance.
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>You roll over in your bed, nestling yourself deeper into the pillow.
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>But the thudding refuses to abate.
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>Against your will you find yourself now awake enough to recognize the noise.
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>It is the unmistakable sound of a hoof rapping against a wooden door.
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>The wooden door, in this instance, being the door to your personal chambers.
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>Well, whatever, you were clocked off for the night.
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>You're sure whoever's knocking would soon get the hint and leave.
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>It's probably just one of the nurses of the palace medical staff wanting you to sign some document or another.
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>Whatever they wanted could surely wait for tomorrow.
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>The pounding shortly stops and a moment of silence passes.
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>Sounds like they've given up already.
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>Score one for Anonymous.
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>You strain your ears to listen for hoofsteps retreating down the hall, away from your door, which would cement your win over your mystery caller.
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>But instead all you hear is a a strange humming sound, which seems to be growing louder.
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>There is a sudden, loud crackle followed by a pop, as a flash of white briefly lights up your room.
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>Bleary eyed, you sit up and attempt to scan your surroundings.
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>"Doctor Anonymous?" A familiar voice rings out in the dark.
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>The humming sound returns as a bright ball of blue light appears.
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>Squinting against the light you make out Princess Luna standing in the middle of your room, the blue glow emanating from her horn.
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>As her magical light grows to fully illuminate the room, her eyes land on you.
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>"We apologize for the intrusion, but it seems that you did not hear Us knocking," she says with a small grin.
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>You blink a few times, hoping (against your better judgement) that maybe this was a dream and that perhaps the lunar princess would be gone once your eyes opened again.
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>Alas, the blue alicorn still remained with each blink.
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>"We did not think you had retired to bed already, We apologize once more if We woke you."
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"Yes, I... Uh," you start with a cough, "Your Majesty, what brings you here? Is there some sort of emergency?"
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>Luna pauses just a moment before replying.
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>"We supposed one could say that, yes," she says, nodding wistfully, "An emergency most dire, in fact."
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>You throw your legs off the side of the bed to sit up properly.
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>"Mine sister, she requires your attention."
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"Did something happen to Princess Celestia?" You ask, now fully alert.
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>The alicorn sighs deeply.
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>"Well, We cannot say with certainty as We are no doctor, but you ought make haste, Anonymous."
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>Throwing her head back, she closes her eyes and raises one of her forehooves into the air dramatically as she speaks.
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>"The most grievous of consequences are sure to befall Our dearest sister if she is left too long unattended."
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>Unsure how to reply, you simply stare at her with your mouth slightly agape.
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>After a moment of silence the princess abruptly drops her hoof back down to the floor and opens her eyes to give you a blank look.
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>"We shall await outside your chambers, join Us when you are ready," she states flatly.
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>Before you can respond, there is another loud crackle followed by a pop and a flash of light as the alicorn teleports back out into the palace hallway.
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>You quickly scramble out of bed to get dressed.
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>Princess Luna trots through the palace at a brisk pace.
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>You are right at her side, following along as she guides you.
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>She had explained that she would bring you to her sister, but had not said much more.
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>From the speed of her strides she must urgently want to reach Celestia.
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>The situation must be very serious, you summarize.
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>You decide to press the issue.
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"Your Majesty, what specifically is the problem with your sister?"
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>"That is a very fine question, Doctor Anonymous," she replies without slowing her trot. "One which We likewise desire the answer to."
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>"As for why We have fetched you tonight however, Our sister complained to Us of a sudden pain in her haunches."
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>The princess seems satisfied with her answer.
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>Less so satisfied, you furrow your brows.
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"A pain in her haunches?"
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>"Indeed," she elaborates, "We had only just left the dining hall together when she halted most abruptly and exclaimed her sudden pain."
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"With respect, Your Majesty, but couldn't Dr. Horse have tended to her? He's on call tonight, isn't he?"
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>Luna huffs through her nostrils.
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>"That was Our thought also, but Celestia insisted We fetch you in his stead. She stated she did not want to occupy the doctor from his other patients."
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"Oh, I see, that makes sense," you say, pausing briefly before continuing, "Although, I must admit I wasn't aware that Dr. Horse had any other patients at the moment."
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>"Neither were We," Luna replies as she comes to a halt in front of a door.
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>You were standing outside one of the many meeting rooms dotted throughout the palace.
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>"Our sister urged that moving was painful, so We brought her to this nearest chamber to rest while We fetched you."
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>She motions a hoof at the door in front of you.
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>"You will find her inside."
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"Thank you, Princess," you offer with a bow. "I will do all I can to help your sister."
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>"We have no doubt in your success."
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>The room is sparsely decorated, at least as far as rooms in the royal palace go.
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>A grand table, surrounded by plush chairs, occupies most of the room.
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>There are a few potted plants dotted around, and multiple lit oil lamps which envelop the room in a warm glow.
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>A thick red carpet covers most of the otherwise cold stone floor.
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>A maroon chaise lounge stands against one of the walls, currently sporting a large, ivory pony princess draped across its surface.
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>The pony raises her head as you pull the door closed behind you.
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>Her large eyes seem to sparkle for a split second as they meet your own.
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>Surely just a trick of the light.
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>You bow deeply before her.
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"Your Majesty."
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>"Doctor Anonymous", you hear her speak, her voice carrying a clear tinge of relief.
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>As you rise back up you notice that a brilliant smile has blossomed forth on her muzzle.
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>Inexplicably, you feel a sudden loss for words and you simply smile back at the princess.
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>Celestia is the first to speak up.
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>"I'm sorry for calling for you at this hour, but I didn't want to distract the on-duty physician."
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>You clear your throat, finding your voice again.
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"Yes, Princess Luna explained much the same, and she said there was some sort of emergency?"
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>"An emergency?"
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>The alicorn titters softly -- a must joyous, warm little laughter.
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>"Oh Luna," she says, shaking her head slowly. "No, there is certainly no emergency, I am sorry if my sister had you worried. I only asked her to bring you in case you were free and if it wasn't an inconvenience on your part."
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>Sighing, she gazes up at the ceiling wistfully.
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>"It hasn't been long since my sister returned, but sometimes I worry she's taken to the modern art of banter and jesting a bit too keenly."
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>That cheeky little moon horse...
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>You should have known something was up.
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>Pondering your earlier encounter with the night princess, you step closer to the chaise lounge, and to the pony lying on top of it.
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"Well, she did also say something about a pain in Your Majesty's haunches?"
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>The princess returns her gaze to meet yours as you approach.
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>"Yes, that much is accurate at least," she explains, smiling. "Since leaving court earlier this evening, I've felt a growing pain across my backside with each step."
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>"I asked my sister to see if you were available as I was hoping that your unique human expertise would be able to help me relieve my stress, as it has done before..."
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>Her voice trails off slightly towards the end.
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>"...Your medical expertise, I mean," she quickly follows up, slightly blurting the words out in a most uncharacteristic fashion.
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>Her muzzle scrunches up slightly.
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>A stray thought wonders how many ponies have ever been privy to the normally stalwart royal snout compressing in such an adorable fashion.
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"Don't worry, Princess, I'll do my best to help," you say, giving her the most reassuring smile you can muster.
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>Squatting down in front of her, you reach a hand towards her chin.
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>Her eyes appear to grow even larger at the sudden nearness of your appendage.
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"You seem a bit tense as well. Your muzzle appears a bit compressed and your face seems slightly flushed."
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>Gently cupping the side of her face in your palm, you feel the warmth of her soft coat radiate against your skin.
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>At first, her muzzle constricts even further at your touch, before suddenly decompressing back to its neutral state as Celestia sighs deeply.
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>Her eyes slowly shut as the princess tenderly, almost imperceptibly so, presses herself deeper into your palm.
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"Have you been experiencing a lot of stress recently?"
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>She takes a moment to reply.
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>"Not any more than usual, I wouldn't think," she says in a low voice.
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>"But then, I suppose the day court *has* seen an influx of petitioners this past week, with the gala coming up soon."
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>She sighs.
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>"That's no different from any other year though."
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"Just because it happens every year doesn't mean it has to be any less stressful, in fact, it might even make it worse."
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>Her eyes flutter open as you slide your hand away from her muzzle.
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>Rising up slightly to lean over her, you bring both your hands to bear, placing them on either side of the crest of her neck.
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>You gently squeeze her neck, feeling for any tenseness or irregularities in the muscles.
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>A gasp escapes her muzzle.
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"Stress can manifest itself physically in many different forms," you explain as you continue examining her.
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>Her coat, soft as silk, feels warm and pleasant to touch as you work your way down her slender neck.
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>It's not until you reach her withers that you are struck by the realization that the princess' normal regalia is absent.
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>Not just her bejeweled peytral, but her crown and gilded shoes are missing as well.
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>Your hands suddenly feel burning hot against her *naked* coat.
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>Swallowing hard you quickly withdraw your hands and rise back up to your full height, looking down at the prone pony princess.
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"It can create tension in various parts of the body, making the muscles tight and stiff, which can lead to physical pain," you rattle off matter-of-factly, trying to steer your mind away from the princess' now unmistakable nakedness.
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>Remembering promptly that you are speaking to a mare at least a thousand years your senior, you reprimand yourself.
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>She probably doesn't need you to lecture her.
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"Although I'm sure Your Majesty is already aware of such, given your many years of experience."
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>"Please Anonymous, as I've told you before, I'd prefer it if you called me simply Celestia when we are in private."
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>Your response comes out almost unconsciously.
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"As you wish, simply Celestia."
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>The all-powerful, nation-ruling alicorn furrows her brows at you.
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>A wide grin begins to grow across your face, rapidly approaching shit-eating proportions.
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>"Did you just call me old as well?"
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>Your grin dissipates at once.
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"Uh, what?" You sputter. "N-no, I mean, yes, erm--"
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>You bring one of your hands up to scratch your neck.
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"I just meant that I didn't want to come across as condescending by talking down to a mare of your wisdom."
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>Her brows just sink even lower as her bright, piercing eyes bore into you.
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"E-Either way, I don't see the problem. A lot of ponies appreciate a more mature mare... At least that's what I've heard," you stammer out hastily.
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>"Oh really?" She proffers in a slow, drawn out manner.
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>Her expression softens a bit as a smile creeps onto her muzzle.
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>"And where *exactly* did you hear that, my dearest human?"
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>Your cheeks suddenly feel rather hot.
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"Oh you know, uh, here and there and such..." You reply, waving a hand dismissively in the air. "Now, how about I have a look at that pain in your haunches, Your Maje-- Celestia?"
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>Celestia chuckles.
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>"Yes, Anonymous, I'd like that."
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>At your request, the princess rises up on all fours.
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>You note that she seems to wobble slightly as she steps away from the lounger.
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>You take up a position at her right side, next to her flank.
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"Now, just like last time, I'm going to use my hands to palpate the muscles of your lower back, your haunches and your legs. I want you to tell me if you feel any pain when I press down on a specific area, okay?"
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>"Yes, don't worry, I remember."
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"Good, just making sure."
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>You roll up the sleeves of your shirt and look down at the mare before you.
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>The great yellow sun adorning her hip stares back at you.
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>She was a big mare (for you), in fact, in this land of teeny marshmallow ponies she was the only one who stood eye to eye with you.
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>Her back only reached up to about your abdomen though.
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>But at this particular moment, standing so close, her hindquarters seem to almost loom over you.
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>You are in awe at the size of this mare, and at the size of her--
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>"Is everything alright, Anonymous?" Celestia asks, craning her neck to look back at you.
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"Of course, uh, I was just about to start," you say as you rub your hands together, hoping that your cheeks aren't too red.
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>The princess nods and faces forward again.
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>"Please, go ahead."
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>You reach out and place both your hands against her loins.
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>Her plush coat depresses with ease below your fingers as you press down, feeling the strong muscles underneath.
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>Celestia's head sinks down low as she lets out a deep sigh.
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>You keep going, moving your hands along her back, kneading her muscles as you go.
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>As you reach the dock of her ethereal tail, you slide both your hands along the swell of her right hip.
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>You squeeze her cutiemark, rubbing the tense muscles of her thigh.
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>The princess starts humming softly.
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"Does this hurt?"
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>"No, no, it's... It's not too bad," she responds slowly.
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>You keep working your hands as Celestia's humming resumes.
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>You rub your palms in circular motions, tenderizing the taut tissue beneath her silky coat, before using your fingertips to attentively trace along the lines of her muscles.
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>Rubbing your way down her thigh and onto her gaskin, you gather that her muscles are definitely a bit stiff -- understandable after a day spent sitting in the throne room listening to petitioners -- but nothing else stands out.
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>The princess doesn't express any particular pain either.
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>She just hums quietly to herself.
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>You step around to her left side and begin administering the same attention to her second sun-adorned flank.
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>Even though your exam isn't teaching you much, you must admit that it's not an all together unenjoyable experience.
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>Your own muscles get a bit of a workout and you feel a certain satisfaction whenever your hands shift their pressure and you hear the princess' humming fluctuate slightly.
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>As you finally arrive at the gaskin of her left leg however, you furrow your brows in thought.
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"Well, I'm done with the exam."
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>Celestia doesn't seem to react so you continue talking.
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"I felt a bit of tension in your muscles, but I didn't find any knots or anything else untoward though," you say, taking a step away from the pony posterior. "And you didn't feel any pain at all?"
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>Your question is left hanging.
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"Celestia?"
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>The princess just keeps humming, her head still held down low.
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>You circle around to her front.
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>Her eyes are closed and her mouth is fixed with a small smile, you notice.
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"Hello? Princess?" You try to get her attention, to no effect.
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>Leaning in closer you realize that she is not humming per say, but rather she seems to be gently snoring.
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>Is she... Asleep?
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>Whilst standing upright?
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>Is that even possible?
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>You place a hand on her neck and give her a gentle shake, hoping to get her attention.
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"Celestia, are you okay?"
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>To your distress you notice that the princess' entire body starts to tilt from your touch.
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>She about to topple over!
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>Instinctively, you dive in and wrap your arms around the base of her neck to stop her from falling.
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>As you hug her tight, her neck comes to rest on your shoulder as her chest leans against yours.
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>"Luna please," she mumbles faintly, "Just a few... Few more minutes... Sleep... A few more..."
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"Celestia, it's me, Anonymous," you plead. "You need to wake up."
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>"Mmmmmhmmm, Nonnymous... So nice..."
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>The sleeping alicorn simply leans further into you, putting more of her weight onto you as she drapes a forehoof over your other shoulder.
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>At once you feel one of your legs buckle underneath the mare, and you go down.
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>In your panic you only manage to grip even tighter onto the princess, pulling her down with you.
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>Your back lands on the carpeted floor, with Celestia landing on top of you, groaning slightly in her sleep.
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>"Anon... Please..." She grumbles as she shifts slightly against you, suddenly wrapping both her forehooves around your torso.
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>You feel yourself getting pulled in tight against her body.
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>She nuzzles the top of your head, and your face comes to rest in the valley of her neck.
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>For a moment you are stunned, as your whole existence becomes simply warm and soft and safe.
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>Your own arms still circled around her, you hug her tightly in return without even thinking about it.
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>"Nonny... Strong... Warm..." Escapes her lips, barely audible.
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>One of her wings flares out and drapes across your body, further encasing you against the sleeping mare.
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>Resigning yourself to your fate, you smile and nestle yourself deeper into her hold.
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"Y-you too, Celly," you whisper.
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>Lying so close against her, wrapped up in her caring embrace, you can feel the calm rise and fall of her chest with each gentle breath she takes.
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>A smell of vanilla and summer rain fills your nostrils.
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>It isn't long before you feel your eyelids droop closed.
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>Several hours of peaceful slumber pass.
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>The only noise in the room is the gentle snoring of the still smiling alicorn and human, until the door slowly creaks open.
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>A dark-blue mare sticks her head in through the crack in the doorway, stars twinkling in her undulating mane.
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>Her eyes quickly land on the snuggle-pile in the centre of the room.
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>She shakes her head and smiles to herself.
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>Her horn lights up briefly, and the lamps that were illuminating the room fade out, blanketing the sleeping couple in darkness.
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>The mare withdraws her head and quietly shuts the door.
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by hobbypony