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Untitled Kinderpone CYOA raws

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Created: 2023-02-23 22:52:58
Updated: 2023-02-23 22:53:58
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    >be
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    >Celestia.
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    >The Bestia.
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    >Or atleast that's what your new human consort called you
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    >Behind closed doors of course, you didn't want to upset your sister after all.
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    >Speaking of new human consort, after having your body so thoroughly
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    >Lewdly
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    >And utterly subjugated by his wiry claws he insists on calling fingers
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    >You decided to promote him on the spot from his position on the solar guard
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    >Directly to being your consort
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    >It didn't matter how many of your little ponies he massaged so thoroughly
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    >He
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    >Would
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    >Be
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    >Yours.
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    >And the promotion signified that!
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    >You just had to let him know about the promotion, and his new duties
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    >Because after that belly rub during day court, faust alive you couldn't get enough!
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    >You needed his deft fingers in your coat, rubbing your ears, and
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    >and
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    >caressing your HORN!
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    >Unf~!
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    >It felt so absolutely naughty to think about, that you wobbled on your feet as you continued to trot your way towards Anon's quarters
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    >Winking all the while
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    >It was so naughty
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    >So freeing to trundle your way towards his quarters, uncaring that anypony could smell your fresh arousal
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    >Was this how the pre-unification rulers fell to hedonism?
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    >Had they found a pleasure so captivating
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    >So heady, so /demeaning/
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    >That they would do anything to get more of it?
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    >So, as you finally finished your long trot to the west wing, you'd prepare yourself for the incoming confrontation
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    >However, you'd glance down
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    >You'd forgotten the specialty socks!
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    >And you were still wearing your regalia!
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    >Teleporting back to your chambers, you'd hastily equip your Rarity First Edition "Sock it To 'Em" socks
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    >What a silly little name, you adored that mare.
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    >However, the socks themselves were certainly deserving of the name
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    >The finest grey wool, with gold filigree interwound with each major strand
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    >Embroidered with tiny versions of your cutie mark, making you look absolutely /striking/
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    >up came the lingerie "panties"
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    >that accentuated your
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    >audacious
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    >rump, and flagged your tail
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    >You wanted this cuddling to be the absolute best you'd ever had, and you'd need to /entice/ your consort
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    >A shiver ran up and down your spine as you teleported back
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    >And opened the door to...
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    >be
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    >Celestia
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    >Bedecked in your finest lingerie
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    >Your illustrious illuminance was absolutely dazzling
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    >Or that was what you thought, as the door ever so slowly eased its way open
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    >Your heart was pounding as you did so
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    >A nervous whinny escaping you unwittingly as the door creaked open
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    >However what greeted you wasn't your hunky human with his clothing in a state of disarray
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    >Or even your hunky human consort at all!
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    >It was your (albeit a bit socially awkward) student! The Princess of Friendship herself, Twilight Sparkle!
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    >For some reason, she was swaddled in one of his blankets-
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    >And, she was currently in the process of stealing one of Anon's Signature, everso /musky/ workout tees!
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    >Those
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    >Were
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    >Yours!
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    >Well, technically they were Anon's, but what's his is yours and what's yours is his!
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    >Whatever! This wasn't important- what /was/ important was the fact that the newly minted alicorn was stealing from Anon
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    >Right underneath your very nose!
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    "/TWILIGHT!/"
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    "What in /FAUSTS/ very name are you /DOING?/"
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    >You'd boom allowing your normally exceptionally tight grip on your voice go
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    >Even if it were just for a moment, the boom of your Royal Canterlot Voice™ knocked the wind out of her sails rather abruptly
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    >Causing her to let out a shriek of utter terror, as she dropped the tee to the floor before scrambling towards you
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    >The sudden onslaught of purple limbs and the stench of Anon knocked you both to the floor in a flurry of activity
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    >With twilight somehow managing to knock you onto your back, and to land on your belly at the same time
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    >Her continued scrambles for escape caused her to hurriedly hoof at your belly, attempting in vain to move away from your legs, which had unintentionally closed around her barrel
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    >And pressed her own belly closer to yours
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    >un-
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    >No! This was supposed to be your moment with ANON and not allowing it to be ruined by the little purple THIEF!
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    >However as her struggles weaned off, her heavy breathing was replaced with ramblings about what she wasn't doing
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    >And how it wasn't for her shrin-
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    >Wait, shrine?
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    "Twilight, can you please explain to me"
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    >You'd pause, staring down at the now cowering mare in your hooves
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    >Sucking in a breath of air, you'd shake your head.
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    "What exactly, /were/ you planning to do with that shirt?"
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    "And why exactly were you covered in Anon's, ehem. /Fragrant/, unwashed blankets?"
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    >be
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    >Twilight Sparkle (autism heosr)
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    >And be completely out of your league.
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    >Everything was happening so quickly, and it made your heart thunder in your chest
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    >It was supposed to be a simple, easy heist for the HIGHEST RATED commodity in all of Equestria
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    >And it was going to immediately go into your shrine, to be praised and studied along with all of your other Human Artefacts-
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    >Fluttershy thought it was a good idea, to study the new animal
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    >Rarity thought it was weird- but still gave you your support- but Spike and Applejack?
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    >They'd been so against it that they managed to talk Rainbow Dash out of your plan to filch- rather, extract, new materials for study!
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    >And that only complicated things further and further, to the point where you were alone in your heist
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    >It didn't even matter!
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    >You could do all of this yourself!
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    >Or, that was what you thought prior to getting caught by Celestia, and getting interrogated by her inside of the Humans inner sanctum-
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    >All while the Sun herself was wearing lingerie-
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    >Wait, what were you saying?
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    >Did you mention that you had a shrine?!
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    "Nono! I, I didn't- I was planning to just! To wash it?"
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    >Save! She had to believe that absolutely cunning lie-
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    >Although, just telling that lie made you feel icky, but this was what you had to do to make sure nobody found out about it before your research was complete!
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    >Skeptical, matronly eyes stared back at you as you told it though, and you averted your eyes as she slowly sighed
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    >In a moment, you went from being embraced by the sun, to making her dissappointed.
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    >You may as well just tell her the truth at this point, but it worried you to the point of exhaustion as you shrunk down in her grasp
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    >be
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    >Twiggly wiggly, autismo supreme-
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    >But you already knew that, because you were twilight sparkle previously.
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    >While hoofing at Celestia's belly, your ears flattened against the top of your head
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    >"Are you /certain/ Twilight?"
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    "Celestia please! You have to believe me, it was just to, to wash it!"
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    >With each and every lie stacked atop another, you could feel your little heart thunder in your chest
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    >And you'd hoof further and further at your teachers belly, the scrambling for escape dying down into a mere idle pawing
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    >You felt terrible, and the look she was giving you was horrid as she looked so utterly /disappointed/ in you.
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    >But you kept up the lie, and painted a tiny smile onto your face- before your hoof would guide itself a little too low
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    >And your matronly teacher let out a sultry, utterly /content/ whinny of utmost /pleasure/
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    >Your ears would slam even further onto your head, as the sound of a wet splatter hit them
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    >Was she really that pent-
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    >"Twilight! What do you think you're /doing/ you silly, silly filly?"
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    >And there were the reprecussions for your actions, as she launched into a carefully censored (for your sake) tirade about how it was naughty for you to touch another mare like that /again/ after what happened at Applejacks farm last year
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    >A blush lit up your lilac muzzle, as you snuggled closer to the celestial diarch
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    >There wasn't much else you could do to get out of this one, and you didn't want to cry like last time
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    >be
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    >Anon
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    >based god.
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    >or something suitably pompous as you strut through the castle
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    >dominating these PEASANTS like you were born to
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    >they'd first tried to pamper you like all the other stallions
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    >but you were ANON
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    >the HUMAN, the ambassador of your kind and apparently the only male this side of equestria who wasn't obsessed with talking about the logistics of fabrics
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    >or the braindead chatting about beautification products
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    >or that herd nonsense you'd been hearing about nigh 24/7
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    >who the fuck cared if Fancy Pants finally added Fleur De Lis to his herd?
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    >not you, that was for certain
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    >and so you walked back to your quarters with PURPOSE
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    >the gossip circle in the kitchens was getting boring anyways, so you were planning on returning with a box filled with board games and such
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    >there had to be something related to any of the board games you used to play with Momma Incog and Papanon
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    >although you already tried mareopoly with the gossip circle, and that had gone exactly as expected- Glamour hadn't looked at Pockets the same in weeks.
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    >lots of hurt feelings that night, but calling someone a "stinky doodoo head" and having them actually bawl there eyes out was still going down in your list of 'heartiest of keks had'
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    >but you were getting off topic
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    >rounding the familiar corner towards your own chambers, the idle sound of conversation finally hit your ears
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    >or rather the sound of Celestia rambling on about the virtues of sexual celibacy, or rather that Twilight should at the very minimum stop touching her like that while she was-
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    >What? You tuned into the conversation as you slowed your gait
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    >"Twilight, you really ought to learn one of these days. It's /naughty/ to touch mares like that, especially mares! We might be in private Twilight- but it's still im-im, Immorale? Or, uhm. Not moral!"
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    >Well, this was only going to end in tears
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    >if
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    >you didn't get involved that was.
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    >shaking your head, you'd jump into the situation headfirst
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    >pushing your own door open a bit more, and standing in the doorway, you'd stare down at the conglomeration of pony limbs wrapped up on your floor.
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    >Celestia's words die in her throat as she stares up at you, a starstruck look in her eyes
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    >as Twilight continues to burrow herself into Celestias belly floof
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    >honestly, as cute as the scene was, you could see Twiggles' eyes watering
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    >and these childlike ponies tended to /actually/ cry rivers like the idiom suggested
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    >god damn kiddiephysics
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    >trotting over and picking up the so-close-to-sobbing twilight wasn't much of an ordeal, but the second you wrapped your arms around her barrel, and hugged her close to you
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    >the waterworks started
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    >rubbing soothing circles into Twilights back, you'd /glare/ at Celestia, promising horrible, horrible things with only a /stare/
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    >she was only getting ear scratchies and the /tiniest/ bit of belly rubs tonight.
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    >however, the sobbing mare in your arms continued to drench the back of your suit in her torrential downpour of cries, as you rocked her back and forth in your arms.
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    >without anything else to truly do other than comfort her as she shook and tuckered herself out
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    >you'd look to celestia, and beckon her closer with the hand you weren't stabilising Twiggly wiggly over your shoulder with
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    >her eyes were wide in anticipation as she sidled her way closer to you- swaying her ample rump unknowingly as you /stared/ at the panties she was wearing
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    >hnnnng
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    >but you were a STRONG human, you could RESIST the urge to set twilight down and give the horny princess the ride of her life-
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    >for you now had two princesses to comfort
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    >for better or for worse.
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    >be
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    >(You.)
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    >Stuck underneath a mountain of 2 (two (deuce)) pastel talking horses
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    >But instead of talking, they were snoring
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    >Sunbutt happened to conk out almost a minute after wiggly-twiggly managed to somehow wet the entire left half of your suit with tears and snot
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    >Twilight, after probably crying over a litre of tears finally managed to pass out moments afterwards
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    >Leaving you ensconced inside of what a lesser man would call nirvana
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    >Yet you, would call it prison.
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    >Kafka would be weeping tears of jizz at your predicament, and yet the thought of a German creaming himself brought no joy to your ill-defined face
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    >However in this psychological dissonance filled reverie, you quickly realised that you were probably horridly late to whatever Celestia had requested you in your room for,
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    >What did she want again?
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    >whatever
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    >atleast you got to stare at her ass as she snoozed
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    >tasteful striped orange panties
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    >and a pair? quad? of similarly striped orange socks
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    >you were beginning to crest upon the realisation of /why/ all the stallions in the gossip circle were obsessed with fabric logistics- especially if such minor amounts of clothing were seen as something either lewd
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    >or to be gazed upon in awe
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    >speaking of clothing
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    >there was a distinct lack of heavy metal digging into your skin
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    >huh
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    >wild
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    >You'd never seen Celestia without her regalia unless she was in the shower or something
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    >as that train of thought continued to chug along however, Celestia slowly roused from her impromptu nap
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    >Your hand continued to slowly smooth out the fur of her back, before you'd lock eyes with her
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    >d'awww
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    >she was adorable, even in a clearly lethargic state.
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    >she smiled back too
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    >d'aaaaaaaawww.
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    >a second passed
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    >then another
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    >then another-
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    >before she clearly realised what she was doing, and her eyes boggled in her skull
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    >Rearing her head back- she'd swipe her horn from its resting place at your jawline, to a few inches away,
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    >Accidentally tearing a teensy tiny amount of skin, and causing a similarly small amount of pain.
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    "Awh fuck."
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    >Before she /wailed/ and began apologising at the speed of sound
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    >"Anon!I'msosorryIdon'tknowwhatcameovermeandnowI'vehurtyouareyoualrightdoesithurtcanIhealyouohwaityou'renotaponyareyoualright-"
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    >you'd pull your hand from your back to halt her torrent of sorries from the source.
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    >but now you were at a crossroads
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    >what do you do to make her calm down?
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    >Shitty joke, go!

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Untitled Kinderpone CYOA raws

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