Untitled Kinderpone CYOA raws


                                            >be

                                            >Celestia.

                                            >The Bestia.

                                            >Or atleast that's what your new human consort called you

                                            >Behind closed doors of course, you didn't want to upset your sister after all.

                                            >Speaking of new human consort, after having your body so thoroughly

                                            >Lewdly

                                            >And utterly subjugated by his wiry claws he insists on calling fingers

                                            >You decided to promote him on the spot from his position on the solar guard

                                            >Directly to being your consort

                                            >It didn't matter how many of your little ponies he massaged so thoroughly

                                            >He

                                            >Would

                                            >Be

                                            >Yours.

                                            >And the promotion signified that!

                                            >You just had to let him know about the promotion, and his new duties

                                            >Because after that belly rub during day court, faust alive you couldn't get enough!

                                            >You needed his deft fingers in your coat, rubbing your ears, and

                                            >and

                                            >caressing your HORN!

                                            >Unf~!

                                            >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

                                            >Winking all the while

                                            >It was so naughty

                                            >So freeing to trundle your way towards his quarters, uncaring that anypony could smell your fresh arousal

                                            >Was this how the pre-unification rulers fell to hedonism?

                                            >Had they found a pleasure so captivating

                                            >So heady, so /demeaning/

                                            >That they would do anything to get more of it?

                                            >So, as you finally finished your long trot to the west wing, you'd prepare yourself for the incoming confrontation

                                            >However, you'd glance down

                                            >You'd forgotten the specialty socks!

                                            >And you were still wearing your regalia!

                                            >Teleporting back to your chambers, you'd hastily equip your Rarity First Edition "Sock it To 'Em" socks

                                            >What a silly little name, you adored that mare.

                                            >However, the socks themselves were certainly deserving of the name

                                            >The finest grey wool, with gold filigree interwound with each major strand

                                            >Embroidered with tiny versions of your cutie mark, making you look absolutely /striking/

                                            >up came the lingerie "panties"

                                            >that accentuated your

                                            >audacious

                                            >rump, and flagged your tail

                                            >You wanted this cuddling to be the absolute best you'd ever had, and you'd need to /entice/ your consort

                                            >A shiver ran up and down your spine as you teleported back

                                            >And opened the door to...


                                            >be

                                            >Celestia

                                            >Bedecked in your finest lingerie

                                            >Your illustrious illuminance was absolutely dazzling

                                            >Or that was what you thought, as the door ever so slowly eased its way open

                                            >Your heart was pounding as you did so

                                            >A nervous whinny escaping you unwittingly as the door creaked open

                                            >However what greeted you wasn't your hunky human with his clothing in a state of disarray

                                            >Or even your hunky human consort at all!

                                            >It was your (albeit a bit socially awkward) student! The Princess of Friendship herself, Twilight Sparkle!

                                            >For some reason, she was swaddled in one of his blankets-

                                            >And, she was currently in the process of stealing one of Anon's Signature, everso /musky/ workout tees!

                                            >Those

                                            >Were

                                            >Yours!

                                            >Well, technically they were Anon's, but what's his is yours and what's yours is his!

                                            >Whatever! This wasn't important- what /was/ important was the fact that the newly minted alicorn was stealing from Anon

                                            >Right underneath your very nose!

                                            "/TWILIGHT!/"

                                            "What in /FAUSTS/ very name are you /DOING?/"

                                            >You'd boom allowing your normally exceptionally tight grip on your voice go

                                            >Even if it were just for a moment, the boom of your Royal Canterlot Voice™ knocked the wind out of her sails rather abruptly

                                            >Causing her to let out a shriek of utter terror, as she dropped the tee to the floor before scrambling towards you

                                            >The sudden onslaught of purple limbs and the stench of Anon knocked you both to the floor in a flurry of activity

                                            >With twilight somehow managing to knock you onto your back, and to land on your belly at the same time

                                            >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

                                            >And pressed her own belly closer to yours

                                            >un-

                                            >No! This was supposed to be your moment with ANON and not allowing it to be ruined by the little purple THIEF!

                                            >However as her struggles weaned off, her heavy breathing was replaced with ramblings about what she wasn't doing

                                            >And how it wasn't for her shrin-

                                            >Wait, shrine?

                                            "Twilight, can you please explain to me"

                                            >You'd pause, staring down at the now cowering mare in your hooves

                                            >Sucking in a breath of air, you'd shake your head.

                                            "What exactly, /were/ you planning to do with that shirt?"

                                            "And why exactly were you covered in Anon's, ehem. /Fragrant/, unwashed blankets?"


                                            >be

                                            >Twilight Sparkle (autism heosr)

                                            >And be completely out of your league.

                                            >Everything was happening so quickly, and it made your heart thunder in your chest

                                            >It was supposed to be a simple, easy heist for the HIGHEST RATED commodity in all of Equestria

                                            >And it was going to immediately go into your shrine, to be praised and studied along with all of your other Human Artefacts-

                                            >Fluttershy thought it was a good idea, to study the new animal

                                            >Rarity thought it was weird- but still gave you your support- but Spike and Applejack?

                                            >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!

                                            >And that only complicated things further and further, to the point where you were alone in your heist

                                            >It didn't even matter!

                                            >You could do all of this yourself!

                                            >Or, that was what you thought prior to getting caught by Celestia, and getting interrogated by her inside of the Humans inner sanctum-

                                            >All while the Sun herself was wearing lingerie-

                                            >Wait, what were you saying?

                                            >Did you mention that you had a shrine?!

                                            "Nono! I, I didn't- I was planning to just! To wash it?"

                                            >Save! She had to believe that absolutely cunning lie-

                                            >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!

                                            >Skeptical, matronly eyes stared back at you as you told it though, and you averted your eyes as she slowly sighed

                                            >In a moment, you went from being embraced by the sun, to making her dissappointed.

                                            >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

                                            >be

                                            >Twiggly wiggly, autismo supreme-

                                            >But you already knew that, because you were twilight sparkle previously.

                                            >While hoofing at Celestia's belly, your ears flattened against the top of your head

                                            >"Are you /certain/ Twilight?"

                                            "Celestia please! You have to believe me, it was just to, to wash it!"

                                            >With each and every lie stacked atop another, you could feel your little heart thunder in your chest

                                            >And you'd hoof further and further at your teachers belly, the scrambling for escape dying down into a mere idle pawing

                                            >You felt terrible, and the look she was giving you was horrid as she looked so utterly /disappointed/ in you.

                                            >But you kept up the lie, and painted a tiny smile onto your face- before your hoof would guide itself a little too low

                                            >And your matronly teacher let out a sultry, utterly /content/ whinny of utmost /pleasure/

                                            >Your ears would slam even further onto your head, as the sound of a wet splatter hit them

                                            >Was she really that pent-

                                            >"Twilight! What do you think you're /doing/ you silly, silly filly?"

                                            >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

                                            >A blush lit up your lilac muzzle, as you snuggled closer to the celestial diarch

                                            >There wasn't much else you could do to get out of this one, and you didn't want to cry like last time

                                            >be

                                            >Anon

                                            >based god.

                                            >or something suitably pompous as you strut through the castle

                                            >dominating these PEASANTS like you were born to

                                            >they'd first tried to pamper you like all the other stallions

                                            >but you were ANON

                                            >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

                                            >or the braindead chatting about beautification products

                                            >or that herd nonsense you'd been hearing about nigh 24/7

                                            >who the fuck cared if Fancy Pants finally added Fleur De Lis to his herd?

                                            >not you, that was for certain

                                            >and so you walked back to your quarters with PURPOSE

                                            >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

                                            >there had to be something related to any of the board games you used to play with Momma Incog and Papanon

                                            >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.

                                            >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'

                                            >but you were getting off topic

                                            >rounding the familiar corner towards your own chambers, the idle sound of conversation finally hit your ears

                                            >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-

                                            >What? You tuned into the conversation as you slowed your gait

                                            >"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!"

                                            >Well, this was only going to end in tears

                                            >if

                                            >you didn't get involved that was.

                                            >shaking your head, you'd jump into the situation headfirst

                                            >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.

                                            >Celestia's words die in her throat as she stares up at you, a starstruck look in her eyes

                                            >as Twilight continues to burrow herself into Celestias belly floof

                                            >honestly, as cute as the scene was, you could see Twiggles' eyes watering

                                            >and these childlike ponies tended to /actually/ cry rivers like the idiom suggested

                                            >god damn kiddiephysics

                                            >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

                                            >the waterworks started

                                            >rubbing soothing circles into Twilights back, you'd /glare/ at Celestia, promising horrible, horrible things with only a /stare/

                                            >she was only getting ear scratchies and the /tiniest/ bit of belly rubs tonight.

                                            >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.

                                            >without anything else to truly do other than comfort her as she shook and tuckered herself out

                                            >you'd look to celestia, and beckon her closer with the hand you weren't stabilising Twiggly wiggly over your shoulder with

                                            >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

                                            >hnnnng

                                            >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-

                                            >for you now had two princesses to comfort

                                            >for better or for worse.

                                            >be

                                            >(You.)

                                            >Stuck underneath a mountain of 2 (two (deuce)) pastel talking horses

                                            >But instead of talking, they were snoring

                                            >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

                                            >Twilight, after probably crying over a litre of tears finally managed to pass out moments afterwards

                                            >Leaving you ensconced inside of what a lesser man would call nirvana

                                            >Yet you, would call it prison.

                                            >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

                                            >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,

                                            >What did she want again?

                                            >whatever

                                            >atleast you got to stare at her ass as she snoozed

                                            >tasteful striped orange panties

                                            >and a pair? quad? of similarly striped orange socks

                                            >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

                                            >or to be gazed upon in awe

                                            >speaking of clothing

                                            >there was a distinct lack of heavy metal digging into your skin

                                            >huh

                                            >wild

                                            >You'd never seen Celestia without her regalia unless she was in the shower or something

                                            >as that train of thought continued to chug along however, Celestia slowly roused from her impromptu nap

                                            >Your hand continued to slowly smooth out the fur of her back, before you'd lock eyes with her

                                            >d'awww

                                            >she was adorable, even in a clearly lethargic state.

                                            >she smiled back too

                                            >d'aaaaaaaawww.

                                            >a second passed

                                            >then another

                                            >then another-

                                            >before she clearly realised what she was doing, and her eyes boggled in her skull

                                            >Rearing her head back- she'd swipe her horn from its resting place at your jawline, to a few inches away,

                                            >Accidentally tearing a teensy tiny amount of skin, and causing a similarly small amount of pain.

                                            "Awh fuck."

                                            >Before she /wailed/ and began apologising at the speed of sound

                                            >"Anon!I'msosorryIdon'tknowwhatcameovermeandnowI'vehurtyouareyoualrightdoesithurtcanIhealyouohwaityou'renotaponyareyoualright-"

                                            >you'd pull your hand from your back to halt her torrent of sorries from the source.

                                            >but now you were at a crossroads

                                            >what do you do to make her calm down?


                                            >Shitty joke, go!