> Luna just had to pick one of your messed up dreams to walk into
> Now everyone thinks you're a massive pervert and/or rapist
> Ponyville quickly becomes a ghost town whenever you shop for groceries
> The only ponies who treat you halfway normal are the cutie mark crusaders
> You make little things for them to sell, your only source of income
> Some ponies get weird when you pass by
> Applejack used to get along with you just fine
> Now that she heard the news, she just stands still, going on and on about raping her in a sad voice
> Pinkie Pie pelts you with cupcakes
> You can salvage a fair few, which is nice
> Twilight sets her human anatomy doll in front of her door
> Uses a ventriloquy spell to say, "This mare is taken, move along"
> Fluttershy usually runs, but if you are close enough when she notices you, she just stiffens up and falls over
> Rainbow Dash watches you from her cloud, glaring
> Rarity carries a bucket at all times
> When she sees you, she levitates it onto your head and runs away
> From time to time, you find Celestia doing something odd
> Once, she was stuck in a hole in the wall
> Wouldn't stop talking about how she could do nothing to stop you from having your way with her
> You pushed her the rest of the way through the hole and went about your day
> It's enough to drive you to drink
> Maybe you'll get some cider from Applejack, assuming she doesn't depress you too much with her highly imaginative rape monologues
 
> Day hide yo kids hide yo waifu
> Be Anon, pulling a little wagon full of groceries
> Rainbow Ass glaring from her little perch
> Pass by the treebrary on your way to your shack on the edge of the Everfree
> That stupid anatomy doll is looking at you
> You check your groceries, nothing too perishable
> Might as well have some fun
"Hey, Nat, how's it going?"
> The doll wiggles a bit in surprise
> "Uh, good, good."
> That is a terrible man voice, Twilight
"And how's the missus?"
> "Oh, she's great. Very intelligent. Have you seen how many books she's read? That is the sexiest thing about her, all that book reading."
> Even Rainbow Dash is rolling her eyes at this pathetic ruse
"Wow, that's kinky. So she just reads a book while you rut her? In and out, in and out, and she's just lying there, fascinated by the sexy, sexy book knowledge?"
> You wonder if the boner Nat is now sporting is indicative of a certain unicorn's state
> Meanwhile Rainbow has the cloud in her teeth, and you can't see where her forehooves are
> Heh
> Finally, Nat speaks
> "Well, uh, that's a genita-I mean private matter, that I'm not really comfortable discussing with you."
"That's too bad. I wish I could hear about how you kiss her horn when she comes to the end of a book, or how you fall asleep by her side as she reads to you of far away places and beautiful princesses."
> You hear a whimper from inside the tree, one you know well
> For her, it's that feel when no coltfriend
"But seriously, Twilight, this is ridiculous. You're not fooling anyone with this dumb doll."
> "Nat isn't dumb! I mean, I'm not a dumb doll, I am clearly a fellow human male. I have claimed my waifu, so by the ancient rite of dibs, she is mine."
> You may have gotten a bit creative with human culture
"Twilight, he isn't real. It's just a doll you made for scientific reference."
> Another whimper
> "Sh-shut up!"
> You sigh
"Look, I'm sorry I teased your husbando. I just wanted to have fun talking to somepony. I'll leave you two alone."
> You set out for home
> Twilight waits until you are behind a hill in the road before she pulls Nat inside
> A book on the floor, and her rump in the air
> She has some very interesting things to think about, tonight
 
> Your blue watcher gets bored and flies off
> You follow the trail home, only to find Celestia sprawled in your front yard
> When she sees you, she closes her eyes and pretends to be unconscious
> Why are all these horses such terrible actresses?
> You walk up to her nonetheless, and poke her hoof
"Having fun down there?"
> She groans, and flutters her eyes open
> "Oh my wings, I must have hit some turbulence and sprained them, oh, the pain."
> Right
> Might as well get this over with
> You grab her forehooves and heave her upright
> She flaps her wings a little in surprise at the sudden movement
"I guess it can't be too bad, they seem to be working just fine now."
> Celestia blinks
> "Right, ow, it hurts so bad! Like needles in a haystack, all over! I must stay in this suspicious man's home while I recover. Who knows what vile acts he will perform on me?"
> You get that she's trying to make you feel better about your poor reputation, but this is just ridiculous
"Fine, come in, I'll make us some food."
> You pull the wagon into your kitchen, and she prances happily behind you
> You're fairly proud of your kitchen
> All the shelves and countertops, all handmade
> The stone fireplace, with a little cubby that works as a bread oven
> You put away most of your food, and start making a salad
> Admittedly, there isn't much else in your little house, just some things you've either salvaged or saved up and purchased
> It seems sunbutt has taken a liking to your bed
> Wait
"Are you huffing my pillow?"
> She jerks her head up and faces you with a nervous smile
> "O-of course not, I was just resting my head a bit, because of my injuries."
> Whatever
"Right, well come on, let's eat."
> She clambers off the bed and to the table where two large bowls of salad lay
> You offer her a bottle of ranch dressing
"Want some?"
> Her eyes sparkle
> "The human offers his white sauce, thinking no doubt, about how the beautiful princess will soon be guzzling his delicious glaze."
"I'll take that as a yes."
> You set the bottle in front of her, and set to eating your lunch
> Glaze, huh?
> You suppose you could make a cake
> You glance up at Celestia and roll your eyes
> Her muzzle is covered in ranch as she digs in face first
> You go and grab a cloth for her
"Here, you can wipe your face with this when you're done."
> She swallows
> "That, uh, that won't be necessary. I am fully capable of licking it all up."
> She keeps solid eye contact while her long tongue laps up the mess
> When the last of the dressing has been licked away, she smiles at you
> "See? All gone. I have swallowed all the white liquid on my face."
"That's nice, now your face is covered in slobber instead. Seriously, use the napkin when you're done."
> Celestia lowers her head humbly
> "Yes, m-master."
> She can tease you all she wants about ordering her around, you will have cleanliness in your home
> After the meal, you rinse the dishes and set them out to dry
> You have to admit, it is kinda nice having someone else around
> Even if they are a weird horse princess who may or may not get high on the smell of cotton pillows
> You have some time left in the afternoon, might as well get to work
 
> Celestia watches you whittle for a bit, then her eyes drift across the little wooden statues around your home
> "Do you take commissions?"
> You pause
"I haven't really had the opportunity, to be honest. Is there something you want me to make?"
> "An alicorn ma-I mean, meeting with a human. It should be very, ah, touching."
> You shrug
"Easy enough. I'll start on it after this one."
> You continue to whittle away at what will be a wooden apple
> A golden light flashes, and you hear metal clinking
> You look up to find a large bag of bits has appeared in front of you
> "Will this be enough for you to start right now?"
> That is no small amount of money
"Yeah, that'll about cover it."
> You set the half finished apple aside and retrieve a more substantial chunk of wood
> Celestia gets comfortable on your bed as she watches you work your magic
> After a few minutes to plan out the piece, you let your hands do the work
> You normally talk to yourself to while away the hours, but you have a guest now
"You know, it's funny. Before Equestria, I had thought my life was hurried and stressful, and maybe it was..."
> You trail off, lost in your thoughts
> After a moment, Celestia speaks
> "And now?"
> You blink, and give her a brief apologetic smile
"Now, well, you know. A little too empty in a lot of ways. A lot of time just chopping up firewood, carving things I will probably never see again. Nothing really to keep the days apart in mind, if you know what I mean."
> You see her nod out of the corner of your eye
> "The years get like that too. It's been better, recently, but don't ask me about two centuries ago, it was just a blur of negotiations and agriculture to me now."
> For a time, the only sound is your knife scraping against wood, shavings falling to the ground
> You're curious now, though
"What do you do to fill in the time? To make it worthwhile?"
> "Take on students. For a time, I can see through their letters, and pretend it is all new again. I also broaden my appreciation of...things."
> Interesting, you suppose, but not terribly applicable to your situation
> The rest of the evening passes in a like manner, silence and stuttering conversation
> Dinner is followed by a glazed cake
> She insists on licking both bowls
> "Now I have your batter in my belly, Anon."
> She gets this weird, almost sultry look on her face when she states the obvious
> By the nighttime, it's pretty obvious she wants to stay
> You'll be damned if a town of gullible ponies will make you any less of a gentleman
> Celestia seems oddly dissatisfied with sleeping in the bed
> Odd, since she's been in it all day
> Whatever
> You curl up in your blanket by the fire, and bid her goodnight
 
> You wake, uncomfortably warm
> Your nose is filled with the scent of vanilla
> You open your eyes to see...
> Sparkling pink?
> There is a weight on top of you, and it only takes a moment to guess what happened
> With a sigh you lift Celestia up a bit and slide out
> She doesn't stir from her sleep
> After a moment's hesitation, you wrap the blanket around her
> An apple from the pantry, and you're outside, admiring the sunrise
> It seems Luna can do at least one thing right
> You finish the apple and toss it into the field
> Huh, looks like someone is coming down the trail
> A pony and... a minotaur?
> No...
> What's Twilight doi-
> It seems she has Nat with her
> Well, this will be interesting
> Twilight comes to a stop about five feet from you
> "Anon, I need a favor."
"That's rich."
> She fixes you with a resolute stare
> "Just hear me out. I...I need you to talk to Nat. I can't do it on my own."
"What are you talking about?"
> Her gaze turns pleading
> "You... you're the only other human Nat knows. When you talk with him, he gets ideas, he becomes even more my husbando. Please, Anon. I need this."
> Truth be told, Twilight always reminded you of a younger version of yourself
> You don't mind doing this, but...
"I'll do it, but you have to help me convince your friends that I'm not a rapist."
> "But Luna saw-"
"A sexy dream! A private dream, if I had my way. Are you honestly going to say that you have never had a sexy dream about Nat?"
> She blushes
> "S-sometimes."
"Anyhow, those are the terms. I talk to Nat, you talk to your friends."
> Twilight thinks about it, glancing at the dumb doll
> She nods resolutely
> "It's a deal."
> Silence stretches for a bit
"So... how you wanna do this?"
> Purplesmart looks at you, then Nat
> "Shall we try Fluttershy first? I think she'll need the most work, so we should start early."
> You shrug
"Sounds good."
 
> Along the way, you...strike up a conversation?
> You probably shouldn't encourage Twilight's autism, but you turned out fine
> Sorta
"So, Nat. I see you're riding bareback. Any reason you're not using a saddle?"
> Twilight stares at you in confusion
> "Why would I be wearing a saddle?"
>...
"Saddles are specifically so that a biped can sit on a quadruped comfortably."
> "That's ridiculous, Anon. Saddles are formal wear meant to emphasize the curve of a mare's spine."
> ....
"Of course, what was I thinking. Changing the subject, Nat how do you feel about brushing Twilight's mane?"
> "Uh, it's good. Like, really good. Do I get a boner from it?"
>...
"If you do, that would be a little odd. It just seems like a nice way to spend time with your waifu. You could make it part of foreplay, where you brush her mane, and start stroking her neck, then her sides, and generally let your hands wander."
> Twilight stumbles a bit, but keeps trotting
> "Wow, that's a good idea, Anon! All that hand action we humans do, it must be enjoyable for mares!"
> A cottage rises from a crest in the road
"I'm sure it must be. Now, with Fluttershy, I should probably hang back, or else she'll be too scared to think straight."
> Purplesmart nods
> "That would be best."
> You sit down behind the rise of the bridge over the creek and close your eyes
> Twilight clip clops to the door and knocks
> You hear the door open
> "Oh, good morning Twi- Ah! Another one!"
> The door slams
> ...
"Maybe Nat should stay with me?"
> "No, I got this."
> She knocks on the door again
> "Fluttershy, it's okay. This is Nat, and he's very nice."
> Butterthigh's voice is muffled by the door
> "R-really?"
> "Really."
> The door creaks open
> After a moment, Fluttershy sighs in relief
> "Oh, it's just a doll. For a moment there, I thought there was another rape monster in Ponyville."
> "He's not a d- I mean, Nat is my husbando and I am his waifu. He's not a rape monster at all, he even lets me read to him at night."
> ...
> "Um, Twilight, it's okay if you have an imaginary coltfriend. Um, don't take this the wrong way, but you might want to not talk about him in town. There is a rape monster on the loose, after all."
> You feel so loved
> "About that, Fluttershy. Anon isn't a rape monster. He's actually a really nice guy who has a rich and varied culture about...imaginary colt and marefriends."
> You can hear the sorrow in her voice, forced to admit that Nat is not real
> Fluttershy hears it too
> "Oh, Twilight, did he rape you? Is he forcing you to tell all these lies about human imaginary coltfriends?"
> "He didn't rape me! Are you doubting my love for my pure, beautiful husbando? I-I swear on me mum!"
> ...
> "There there, it's okay. Rape monsters can be really charismatic and sneaky. It's okay if you find yourself wanting to love a nice, safe, imaginary rape monster who doesn't rape you."
> "They're not rape monsters! Luna just wasn't prepared to see one of Anon's tummy tingler dreams! Haven't you had any weird tummy tingler dreams?"
> "Oh no, never. Especially not about Mr. Bear, or a big strong timberwolf, or a pack of diamond dogs, and, um. Yeah, no tummy tinglers here, just normal dreams, all the time."
> "But a timberwolf is made out of wood, that seems really uncomfortable..."
> Fluttershy scuffs a hoof on the ground
> "I had to sand it and polish it, and sometimes I go out into the woods and look for a little one, so I can train it. Um. For normal dog things. Yes."
>...
> "Look, how about this. You can help me train Anon to be less threatening, and then you won't think he's a rape monster, he's just like a timberwolf who is trained to be nice to ponies. How does that sound?"
> "Oh, I don't know, that sounds-"
> "I'll help you catch a timberwolf cub."
> "Okay."
> This is getting ridiculous
> "Here, let me just get Anon real quick,"
> That's your cue, you suppose
> You begin to stand up, only to be engulfed in a purple flash of light
> You find yourself sprawled on your back, and the door slams
> You just lie there a moment
"Slowly, Twilight. You have to take these things slowly."
> The door creaks open again
> "Um, hi, Anon?"
"Yes?"
> You decide to sit up, that should be less threatening than standing
> Buttermellow watches your every movement with wary eyes
> "Are you...a good boy?"
> ...
> This is going to be a long day
> Nevertheless,
"Yes, I am a good boy."
> "Then you can come inside."
> She backs into her home, never taking her eyes off of you
> You shuffle inside, wondering if ponies naturally tend to speak in innuendo
> Angel glares at you from his high perch, a sharpened stick in his paws
> Meanwhile, Fluttershy is hiding behind two sheep
"Alright, what shall we do now?"
> She glances at Twilight, then says,
> "Um, first, would like you to sate your unsavory appetite with one of these sheep here?"
> What
"I don't-and they're just sheep, I mean, can sheep think like you and me, or are they just instinct driven animals, and who even just offers up sheep to 'sate unsavory appetites'?"
> "They don't mind. I explained the situation to them, and they agreed to let you rut them. Um, if you want. Does that answer your questions?"
> Meanwhile the sheep wander over to you, nuzzling your legs
"Oh, so they are intelligent."
> "Baaa", they said
> ...
"Right. Thus is still kinda messed up, so let me set some things straight. I do not have an insatiable desire for sex, and sheep are a bit outside of my comfort zone."
> The pair of ewes pout
> Fluttershy stares at you skeptically
> "Are you sure you don't want to have your way with either one? I know Ashtoreth had been looking forward to it."
> One of the sheep nuzzles your leg again, and paws at it with one forehoof
> "Baaa~"
> The only thing keeping you here is the hope that you might be able to get it into Fluttershy's twisted mind that you are not a rape monster
"Look, Ashtoreth, and Miss other sheep, you are both very cute, and I'm sure there's a nice ram for you somewhere. I wish you luck in your future courtships. Understand?"
> Miss other sheep nuzzles your leg for the last time, and heads out the door
> Ashtoreth...
"Stop humping my leg!"
> You heft her up and hold her at arms length
> "Baa~ baaa baaaa~<3"
> You look at Fluttershy
"A little help here?"
> She is scowling at you
> "Really? After all you've done, can't you let her molest your leg? You have a lot of nerve, young human, raping ponies and making up marefriend, asking me to help you with a nice friendly ewe!"
> What the actual hell
> Your legs are shaking, your heart beating altogether too quickly
"I haven't raped anyone!"
> Fluttershy doubles the intensity of her glare
> "Do you want to be trained or not? Now let the sheep hump your leg!"
> Ashtoreth slips from your numb fingers, and quickly recovers from her fall
> Just as quickly, she rears up and wraps her forelegs around one of your legs
> You can do nothing, pinned in place by the fiery wrath of Fluttershy's gaze
> Twilight is covering Nat's eyes
> A wet spot develops on your pants leg, and Ashtoreth's bleating becomes more frantic
> You can feel the pegasus ease off of the intensity of her glare
> Finally, you are fully in control of yourself as a ewe climaxes on your leg
> It takes all your self-control to not kick her off
> As the last spasms wrack her fluffly body, you carefully extract your leg from her grip
"I-I need a shower. Oh god, I feel so dirty."
> Fluttershy is confused
> "Oh, um, it's the door on the right, over there. Could you bring Ashtoreth too? I'm afraid her cum soaked into her wool."
"Yeah, no, no way. I shower alone, thank you very much."
> You all but run to the bathroom
> The ponies are talking, but you can't hear them over the sound of rushing, cleansing water
> You remove your clothes and lose yourself in the water flowing all over you
> A scarce few minutes later, there is a knock at the door
"What."
> "Um, I just wanted to let you know, that you have passed the first test. Now for the second."
> The door opens, and a purple light wraps around the edge of the shower curtain
> Oh hell no
> You grip the edge as well, and pull against massive resistance
> In retrospect, a battle between Twilight's magic and your own strength was doomed to failure
> As it is, you end up half in and half out of the tub, dripping and on full display
> This is the last straw
"I've had it! I've been unjustly shunned by a bunch of flighty ponies, defiled by a sheep, and now you pull this! I'm better off in my home, away from all you monsters!"
> You scoop up your clothes, taking a moment to put on your boxers
> Fluttershy gives you a weak smile
> "You passed test two?"
> You stare hate directly into her eyes
"Enough with the stupid tests! Let me put it into terms you can understand. You have failed basic decency. And you, Twilight, going along with this! I feel sorry for Nat, having a waifu with a wandering eye."
> You stomp out of the cottage, animals parting before you
> By the time you get home, you are half burned out, closer to surly than incandescent rage
> The shack is empty, you suppose Celestia's duties called
> Fine by you
> You throw your clothes in the basket and pull on some clean ones
> You don't trust yourself to work on your commission with any delicacy, so you return to caving the wooden apple
> Wordless frustration simmers in the back of your mind
> It's a point of pride, that you are still a moral person, no matter what happens
> You accidentally gouge a little too much from the apple
> You throw the damn thing, and sink back into your chair
> This, this isn't helping
> You just listen to yourself breathe
> Anger seeps out of you in tiny increments, leaving weariness in its wake
> The sun has risen a fair amount before you feel relatively calm
> Then you hear a knock on your door
> You walk a fine line between violence and despair as you go to answer it
 
> "We're-"
> Slam
> Feels good man
> There is no way you want to talk to those two right now
> You just manage to get back to your chair when Twilight teleports in
"Get out."
> She looks at you with tearful eyes, and lowers her head to the ground
> "I wanted to a-apologize to you and your waifu."
> Your w-
"An apology isn't enough. Fluttershy mind controlled me while a sheep sexually assaulted my leg! And you just watched. Get out."
> She whispers, "I'm so sorry." and disappears
> Good riddance
 
> Be Twilight Sparkle
> You have made a terrible mistake, and you aren't entirely sure how to fix it
> Anon is angry and alone
> Ponyville...pulled another Zecora incident
> Fluttershy peers at you from behind her mane
> "What did he say?"
"Saying sorry isn't enough."
> She nods sadly
> Guilt churns in your stomach
"There has to be a way to make it up to him. It's not a romance problem, and I'm not sure what kind of gift we could give that would say 'I'm sorry we forced you into bestiality.' What do you think, Fluttershy?"
> You begin trotting towards Ponyville, and she comes up beside
> "We could never bother him again. I am very quiet, I could do that."
"That's not really a solution, it's more like ignoring the problem."
> "We could do that too."
> Fluttershy is a great friend, you remind yourself
> She just doesn't handle stress well
> Although, you could say that about the whole town
> The whole town
> Crap
"We're going to have to convince all of Ponyville that Anon isn't a rapist."
> "Oh. That's a lot of ponies."
"We're going to need someone...popular,"
> "Pinkie Pie?"
"Someone who is good at giving favors..."
> "Pinkie Pie."
"Someone with tact."
> "Pinkie- oh. Rarity?"
> You nod
"If anyone will know what to do, it's her."
> You hope
 
> Rarity sips from her tea
> "Now, what can I do for you two?"
> This is going to be awkward
"So, remember how Luna scared everypony on nightmare night?"
> "Yes?"
"And how Zecora was shunned because she was a zebra?"
> "What, is there some other stranger...who comes into town...and this is about Anonymous, isn't it?"
> You nod
> Rarity sighs
> "He must think we're terribly skittish, mustn't he?"
> Fluttershy winces
> "Right now, he thinks we're monsters."
> Rarity furrows her brow
> "Why ever should he think that? Is having a bucket on one's head so unpleasant?"
> Fluttershy mumbles something
> Rarity frowns
> "What was that?"
> You come to Fluttershy's rescue
"We may have let a sheep get friendly with him. And barged in on his shower."
> "I hardly see why that's a problem. Sheep are gentle, and it's not like friends can't take showers together..."
"Anon has a thing about wearing clothes all the time, so seeing him without clothes can be embarrassing for him."
> That's one of the first pieces of human culture you learned
> "Personally, I think wearing clothes all the time is more embarrassing. Formal wear loses all meaning when it is daily wear."
 "Even so, that's how he is. And, um. The ewe was very friendly. And not entirely gentle."
> "How do you mea-"
> Rarity gives Fluttershy a disbelieving look
> "And he just let it happen? With a sheep?"
> Fluttershy lowers her head, once again hiding behind her mane
"He didn't have much choice."
> Rarity rubs her face with a hoof
> "I think it would be fair to say, this is the worst. Possible. Thing. Well, first things first, we must all apologize."
> Rarity set her cup aside
> You and Fluttershy hurry to block her path
"That's probably not the best idea right now."
> Fluttershy nods fervently
> "He was very angry when we tried."
> Rarity's mouth twists in dissatisfaction
> "Second things first, then. It would be best to go to Mayor Mare, I believe."
 
> That evening, a crowd has gathered in the town square
> Mayor Mare steps up to the podium
> "Mares and gentlecolts! I have called this meeting to deal with the problem of Anonymous."
> The crowd murmurs with anger and excitement
> A few pitchforks and torches serruptitiously rise from the throng
> Mayor Made clears her throat
> "First, let us clear up any misunderstandings. Who here has been raped by Anonymous? Raise your hoof."
> Many heads turned, curious to see who had fallen victim to the town menace
> Yet not one hoof was raised
> Mayor Mare continued in a sadder tone
> "Need I remind you of our poor welcome for Zecora, the best herbalist in Ponyville?"
> The crowd murmured in surprise
> The few ponies who said something about ziggers were immediately shushed
> "Or how we first welcomed the awkward, yet kind Princess of the Night?"
> A few of the torches and pitchforks quietly disappeared
> "Who here remembers how Anonymous gave the best belly rubs at the spa? Or how he climbed the trees with monkey-like grace and retrieved foals' balloons?"
> Ponies avoided each other's eyes
> "And who here has bought one of the delightful little wooden statues from three of our bravest fillies? As Mayor of Ponyville, I would like to acknowledge kindness and earnestness of Applebloom,  Scootaloo, and Sweetie Bell."
> The fillies clamber up onto the platform, awed at all the attention they were getting
> "For their aide to one of Ponyville's citizens in his darkest times, I award them the Crystal Heart medal."
> The fillies puff out their chests proudly as the medals are affixed to their cloaks
> The Mayor addresses the crowd once again
> "Now, I intend to deliver a formal apology on behalf of this town to Anonymous. I will be very disappointed in whoever does not accompany me to Anonymous' house."
> Some of the ponies shake their pitchforks in the air
> "To Anonymous' house!" They yell
 
> Be Anon
> You're feeling better, now
> You've taken a nap, eaten some dinner, and now you're working on the commission and feeling nicely busy for once
> You sit by the window, taking in the empty plains that lead toward Ponyville
> It's very tranquil
> Then you see a light coming up in the west
> You idly wonder if sunbutt got drunk
> Only it's not the sun, it's a mob of ponies
> Oh hell
> You start barricading the front door with what little furniture you have
> It was only a matter of time, you suppose
> You can hear the hellish noise of the many voices of the mob
> Some deluded soul knocks on your door
> "Anonymous, we have something for you."
> Death, most likely
"Nice try."
> The sound of the mob changes slightly
> Then you get tackled from behind by three fillies
> You roll over, and find the crusaders grinning at you
> Sweetie Bell climbs up onto your chest
> "Everypony came to say they're sorry!"
> ...
"Really."
> They nod happily
"What are the torches and pitchforks for then?"
> They glance at each other
> Scootaloo shrugs
> "It's dark out, and walking sticks?"
> Applebloom looks at you with big, pleading eyes
> "So won't you please come out and say hi to everypony?"
> It's not like they couldn't come in the back door if they wanted
"Fine, now let me up."
> Sweetie Bell giggles and jumps off
> You come around the corner of your house, and see that they really don't seem to be angry
> Mayor Mare gives you a polite smile and comes forward
> "On behalf of Ponyville, I deliver this formal apology. Within are such reparations that might go some way towards ameliorating any damages you may have suffered."
> You numbly accept then scroll, and whisper,
"A rather quick change in opinion."
> The Mayor smiles ruefully and replies in a like manner
> "We have some history with being very wrong about outsiders. Honestly, I think most of the ponies here just like being in one big herd, be it a mob or a demonstration of civic-mindedness."
"Oh, I see."
> Still, it makes you nervous to have so many torches near your mostly wooden house
> Better make a speech
"Citizens of Ponyville! I accept your apology, and wish you well in your endeavors. Now please leave without setting anything on fire."
> You hear a few groans of disappointment from the crowd, but they disperse readily enough
> Mayor Mare regards you with an amused expression
> "I must say, that was very eloquent. Although, I have to ask now that we aren't on opposite sides of the mob, is there any truth to the rumors?"
> You give her a flat look
"I'm not a rapist."
> She looks you up and down
> "Even so, if you ever, well. Let me just say, that I am an eager and attentive public servant."
> She winks at you and sashays away
> Okay
> That is certainly strange icing on the fucked up cake that you are too stuffed to eat
> You go back inside and lay down on your bed
> You fall asleep, a faint scent of vanilla rising from the pillow and sheets

> You read the scroll over breakfast
> Bla bla bla
> Very sorry
> Oh hey, vouchers for nearly every shop
> You browse the list, noting some familiar names
> And, "Meat Stew - Fluttershy's Animal Rehabilitation Center"
> Is she really going to kill that sheep?
> You aren't sure how you feel about that
> Something to check on for lunch, you guess
> You work some more on your commission, but you find yourself feeling restless
> Last night almost seems like a dream, but you have the scroll right there
> Might as well see how they react to you, now that the townfolk have admitted they were wrong
> You skim the list of offers again, and
> Hold on, why is Rarity offering seven full suits for free?
> Is this more of what was going on with the mayor?
> ...
> That might not be so bad
> Thirty minutes later sees you out the door, carefully groomed, and scroll in hand
> You reach Ponyville just as the shops and stalls begin to open
> The ponies call out their greetings, some smiles more nervous than others
> You respond in kind
> To be honest, you've gotten used to shopping at abandoned stalls, so you're a little nervous as well
> You make your way to the carrousel boutique and open the door
> Rarity looks up at the sound and puts on a pleasant expression
> "Oh, Anonymous, it is good to see you. Won't you sit down on the divan? I must fetch something."
"Alright..."
> It still feels odd, no longer being a source of fear
> She returns quickly, floating a wrapped cylinder to you
> "Please, open it."
> The paper falls away to reveal...
> A bucket
> A familiar bucket
"Am I supposed to wear it?"
> Rarity blushes a little at that
> "I do hope you will forgive me for that. Rather, I want you to have it, as a sign of my trust in your true character."
> Eh, it's a bucket
"Then I shall take it in the spirit it was given. Speaking of which, I don't want to appear ungrateful, but seven suits seems a bit...extravagant."
> Measuring tape snakes out of some drawers, gathering in little piles
> Rarity looks a little too eager
> "I had noticed, darling, that you tend to wear clothes rather often."
"Yes?"
> She starts to circle you slowly
> "You have also become something of a figure of note. To put it simply, if you wear my fashions around town, it will both make you seem more respectable, and introduce my work to those who might not usually pay attention. Is that palatable to your sensibilities?"
> Surprisingly calculating for the Element of Generosity, yet you suppose she still has a business to run
> You look down at the bucket in your hands
> It was only ever a mild inconvenience
"You've got yourself a deal."
> "Wahahah! Wonderful, Anonymous, simply wonderful. Now, if you would please stand, I have a great many measurements to do."
> You let your mind go blank as the tape stretches across various portions of your body
> ...
> She wasn't kidding about how many measurements she is taking
> Might as well make with the small talk
"You know, when I first saw the voucher, I thought you were buttering me up for, ah-"
> You pause, suddenly regretting the indelicate nature of your statement
> Rarity pauses in her work
> "Hmmm?"
"Oh, nothing, it was a nonsensical thought."
> She smirks at that
> "Really, Anonymous, I admire your attempt to avert a faux pas, but the damage is quite done. I can only imagine you thought I would, what, proposition you or something?"
> Maybe if you say nothing, she will-
> Rarity blinks a few times
> "That was it precisely? Well, sorry to dash your hopes, dear. I do hear the Mayor may have certain interests in xenophilic relations, if that's any consolation."
> You cough nervously
"Yes, she made that rather clear."
> Rarity giggles at your discomfort
> "Pardon me, but your plight is not without its humor. Now, I have one last measurement to do, but it's rather...intimate. Would you mind running this tape from the middle of your waist, between your legs, then to the opposite side of your waist?"
> You take the tape and hesitate
> "Would you rather I do it?"
"No, no, that will not be necessary."
> You perform the measurement, handing off the tape once you are done
> She accepts it and marks down the last data point
> "Thank you, darling. You really have been quite the gentlecolt, and I shall look forward to your next visit."
> You nod pleasantly at her
"As shall I. See you later, Rarity."
> As you exit the shop, you feel quite optimistic about your future
> You make it a few feet down the street before Rainbow Dash lands in front of you, still glaring like before
> Welp
 
> "They may forget about the whole thing, but don't you think I'm going to let my guard down around you. I'll always know what you really are!"
> You sigh
"It was just a dream,"
> "Just a dream? It was a dream about raping me!"
> You frown
"It's not like I can control what I dream about. Besides, I know you were getting off to the idea of me rutting Twilight yesterday."
> "I imagined a stallion, not you!"
> You raise your eyebrows
"You still fantasized about your friend getting railed. You actually made that choice. I think we're even."
> Rainbow's wings flare
> "I'll never be as sick as you!"
> With that, she flies off into the clouds
> You shrug and resolve to write some stories, perhaps about Fluttershy and Mr. Bear
> You can always claim they were actually for Butterfry
 
> Mmmm, fried in butter
> Your stomach growls, and you have your next destination
> As you walk back out of town, you see a flash of pink out of the corner of your eye
> ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS
> BEGIN DEFENSIVE MANEUVERS
> A hoof snags your shoulder, and Pinkie Pie swings into view, a large cake in her other hoof
> "Oooooooooohhh,"
> Oh no
> A dancing chorus of background ponies quickly encircles the two of you
> "We want to tell our favorite ape this,"
> " We're so glad you're not a rapist!"
"Right, good. Well, I-"
> "Sooooooooooooo,"
"God damn it."
> "To balance all the hateful wordses,"
> "Here's some celebratory foodses!"
"Okay, thanks, this looks great. Now if you'll excuse me..."
> "Weeeeeeeeee'rrrreeeeeeee,"
> You rather preferred when they would throw cupcakes and yell insults
> "Ecstatic you won't fill us with semen,"
> "Nor give our pussies a reamin'!"
"Classy."
> "Heeeeeeeerrrrreeeeee,"
> "This is thanks for all our sake,"
> "We baked you a no-rape-cake!"
> The background ponies cheer and wander off, no longer compelled by the musical group mind
"The song is over now, right?"
> Pinkie Pie nods cheerfully
> "Yuppers. Although~, if you want I could sing it again!"
"Once was enough, thank you."
> "You're welcome! Now don't be a stranger, alright?"
"Sure thing."
> She beams at you, then bounces away
> So, you have a cake and a half an hour walk to your home, and then to Fluttershy's
> Might as well get started
 
> Be Twilight Sparkle
> Anon looks much happier today, it looks like the plan worked
> You feel proud about the friendship report you sent to Celestia
> All of Ponyville is back on good terms, most of your friends too
> Rainbow Dash... that's going to take time
> Aside from that, the only one that's left is Applejack
> You find her about where you expect her, out bucking trees
> She takes a break when she notices you
> "Well, howdy Twilight! What brings you out here?"
"I thought I'd let you know about some developments in town."
> "Oh?"
"Last night, the whole town got together and went down to Anonymous' house."
> "Y'all ran him out? Yer tellin' me he could be comin' for me, waitin' til I let mah guard down, and he just up and fills me with his seed?"
> Your jaw drops
"That's not it at all! It turns out no one has been raped, and we all apologized for shunning him, and now we can all live in harmony!"
> Applejack shakes her head
> "That's all fine and dandy for you to say, but ah'm afraid ah can't be as forgivin'. After all, look at mah tush. Ah've seen Anon a starin', and that was when we thought he was a fine, well mannered fella."
> It is a nice butt, you have to admit
"Applejack, he is a well mannered fellow."
> The farmpony set her jaw
> It seems she's going to be stubborn about this
> " 'Course he is, around you! No offense, but there ain't no stallions a fightin' for a taste of your pie, if you catch mah meanin'."
> Did she just-
"Did you just imply I'm ugly?"
> "You ain't ugly, Twilight. You just ain't a full enough package for colts to overlook your bookish ways."
"Full enough package? I'm not the pony who is so proud of her body that she thinks an innocent being wants to rape her!"
> "It ain't pride! I just know he wants to knock me up, and use me, and make y'all watch, and kiss his real marefriend, and call me a low down dirty whore, greedy for his hot dickin'."
> ...
> This might not be a matter of pride after all
"Did somepony do this to you before?"
> Applejack snorts
> "Like hell. Big Mac or ah woulda beat anypony as tried. That's just it though, Anon ain't no pony, he got his predator strength, and that musk that lets you know deep down that the only reason you ain't on the menu is that he ain't hungry yet."
> Something about this is off, yet familiar
"So, you would fight, but he's so strong and dangerous, it's better if you just...let it happen?"
> Applejack smiles in relief
> "You do understand. Most of the time, ah can put it out of mah mind, but when he's around, ah can't stop thinkin' about how he's gonna take me, and pump me full of his monkey cum."
"Or how the library is so deep and quiet, no one will come to help you, even if you struggle."
> Applejack shifts her hind legs a little
> "Ah'm almost always alone out here, Twi. He could knock me out and make me his cock slave, and nopony would notice for hours."
> It's getting a little hot out, even in the shade
"I don't leave the library often, so he could tie me up for days, and nopony would know. Just me, him, and whatever he wanted to do to me."
> "Ah have all that rope too, he wouldn't have to go far, just tie me up in the barn and rut me til ah'm out of mah mind."
> By now both of you are breathing rather heavily
> You know this feeling, you know it well
> Those muggy nights after reading records of historical conquests
> Those shameful griffin magazines
> Poor Applejack thinks she's scared of Anon
> It's up to you to teach her
"You know, we're alone right now."
> Applejack's eyes widen
> "You think he'd rape both of us? Make us watch each other get violated?"
> You take a step forward, preparing your magic
"Does that make you excited? Let me see."
> You levitate her front end up, leaving bare her dripping marehood
> She yelps
> "Hey now, no need to do anythin'-"
> You take a lick, your tongue lingering and dipping into every fold of her marehood
> She shivers, her eyes rolling back in her head for a brief moment
> "Twi?"
> You set her on her back on the ground
"Anon isn't a rapist, Applejack. You just want to be raped."
> "No! Ah-"
> You pour on the magic, pressing her limbs firmly against the ground
> You drag the edge of your hoof gently down her barrel
"You are all alone, held down by an irresistible force, and your marehood is winking. Can you honestly say you don't wish Anon would rape you?"
> "Ah- Twilight, ah can honestly say..."
"Yes?"
> She looks at you with an embarrassed expression
> "This would be nicer if you weren't a mare."
> Luckily, you came prepared
"How about this?"
> You bring Nat out, his boner fully erect
> He's such a perfect human, you just knew you couldn't keep him all to yourself
> Applejack's eyes are fixated on his shaft
> "Does that work? Can it...consummate?"
> You walk the doll over, giving his ass a playful squeeze with your hoof
"It took some minor enchanting, and some tubes and alterations, but yes! Now, close your eyes and think of Equestria."
> It feels a little weird, watching your husbando penetrate another mare, but the smile on Applejack's face is worth it
> Besides, once he's done with her, he can rut you on top of her, and kiss you because you are his real marefriend
> Be Anon
> Not really looking forward to seeing Fluttershy again
> Still, it had to happen sometime, and it would be better now, on your own terms
> And there is the promise of meat
> You knock on the cottage door
> It opens
> "Oh! Anon, hi. Um."
> It doesn't help that you are carefully avoiding her eyes
"Hello Fluttershy. I saw a voucher for meat stew, and I have to ask, is it Ashtoreth?"
> "Ashtoreth? Oh nonono, the meat comes from one of the poor dead critters the animals bring me."
> That's kinda weird
> Wait
"Carrion meat?"
> Butterquiet tilts her head
> "A little? Don't worry, it's very fresh, and I preserve a fair amount too. Normally I'd feed it to the bears and other meat eaters, but I guess you are one too."
> She glides over to the kitchen
> "Um, take a seat? Your stew should be done in a bit."
> You sit down on a divan, brushing some fur off the cushion
> An awkward silence reigns, underlined by the nervous staccato chopping of the kitchen knife
> Her usual personality is pretty timid, and you can't help but think of what happened last time you were here
> You don't know if you will ever forgive or forget, but
"There were a lot of ponies at my house last night. I'm sure that took some effort."
> Fluttershy pauses in her work
> "Oh no! I didn't use my stare or anything I promise! Besides, it was mostly Twilight and Rarity who..."
> Her voice drifts off in a mumble
"Even so, thanks. That sheep thing... I doubt I'll ever forgive you for that. Still, if we never talk about it again, we can at least get along."
> She gives you a solemn nod
> "I can do that. I'm very good at not talking."
> You smile a little at that
"Alright then."
> As you wait for the meal to cook, you listen to the sounds of the cottage
> There is a lot of scrabbling about, and softer rustles
> From time to time, a small furry animal scampers from one hole to another
> Where your shack has an aching silence, this one has a living silence
> Maybe you should get a pet sometime
> At last, the stew is done
> Your mouth is already watering
> You get tunnel vision
> There is only you and the stew
> You scoop up some meat and potato
> Your taste buds politely inform you that you have died and gone to heaven
> Tears fall unchecked from your blind eyes
> You somehow get another spoonful
> This is not just any meat
"Was this from a cow?"
> Buttercry is panicking
> "I'm so sorry! Were you friends with a cow? You lost your best cow friend? Please, I'll make some other stew-"
> You shake your head, color and shapes returning to your vision
"Don't worry, Butterfry,"
> "I'm Fluttershy?"
"Right. Don't worry, you have reunited me with a very old friend of mine, the taste of beef. It was an intensely spiritual experience I do not have the words to describe. Please, if ever you have cow meat again, let me know."
> She starts to settle down
> "O-okay? It was good?"
"Fluttershy, I am going to eat this bowl full of stew, then the rest of the stew in that pot, even if it makes me feel sick afterward. If you have any more of that meat, I will pay you whatever you want for it."
> And that is exactly what you do
> You walk home, your hands full with Fluttershy's immense meat package
> You feel a little bloated, having most of a pot of stew in your stomach
> It was worth it
> At any rate, you see your shack around the bend in the trail
> And on your doorstep, a certain alicorn is tied up
> It had been quiet on that front, you suppose
> As you get nearer, she notices you
> "Ah, woe is me, for some villain has tied me up and left me at the mercies of the devilish human!"
> You wonder how she fantasizes away her immense magical power in these little scenarios
> You come to a stop a few feet from her
"Having fun down there?"
> She leans her head back in melodramatic distress
> "What twisted words! Who can save me from his mind games? Even now I find myself compelled to submit to his will!"
> You hear a voice from above
> "I'll save you, Princess!"
> Celestia pauses
> "What?"
> You're too busy getting tackled by an angry pegasus
> Luckily, your meat takes most of the impact, but you still hit the ground fairly hard
"The hell, Rainbow Dash?"
> She glares at you
> "You've gone too far! I'll defend Celestia from your filthy hands!"
> Celestia scowls
> "No! Go away!"
> Rainbow slowly turns to look at sunbutt
> "Are you alright, Princess?"
> "I was about to get some hot human action! Now go!"
> Rainbow backs away from the both of you
> "You...want him? Even though he had a dream about raping me?"
> Celestia manages to blush
> You don't have time for this
"Look, this is fascinating and all, but I have a lot of meat that I need to pack away, so excuse me if I don't get involved."
> Rainbow looks at you with disgust
> "You eat meat? That figures."
> You walk up to her, the slab of meat in your hands
"I know you were friends with a griffon. You really should be more understanding."
> Then you slap her with your meat package, hard
> She staggers back, angry and a little creeped out
> Celestia's eyes are wide
> "Oh! Slap me with your meat! I mean, oh no, what if the human slaps me with his meat?"
> Rainbow looks at the princess in confusion
> "What's wrong with you?"
> You sigh
"Ever since the ponies around here started thinking I was a rapist, Celestia has been trying to cheer me up by pretending to be turned on by the idea."
> "I was never pretending."
> ...
> You turn slowly to look at her
> She blushes
> Rainbow's jaw drops
> Celestia pouts
> "Would you believe he has never done anything about it? Here I am, with the finest hindquarters in Equestria, in all kinds of compromising positions, and he has done nothing!"
> Dash looks at you warily
> "I don't believe it."
> Celestia nods fervently
> "Me either! One time, I even pretended to fall asleep with my marehood over his face! You know what he did? He pushed me off, the wrapped me in a blanket!"
"You were awake the whole time?"
> Sunbutt smiles
> "I did rather like how you manhandled me. So strong."
> Rainbow Dash gives you a skeptical look
> "Even I would have gone for that. What's wrong with you?"
"Well, of course you would have gone for that."
> She glares at you
> "What's that supposed to mean?"
> You roll your eyes
"You think mares are pretty and you like to touch them."
> She starts to blush
> "Sh-shut up!"
> Celestia grins
> "Go on! Use your twisted mind to expose her lust! Oh, and Rainbow Dash, there isn't anything wrong with liking mares. You are not the first of my little ponies to feel that way, it's perfectly normal."
> The pegasus blinks
> "Really?"
> Celestia nods
> Bluefast blinks again
> "Oh."
> You walk to your door
> Your meat has no time for this
"Congratulations, we have all learned something this day. We could even write a letter to sum it all up, but I intend to put this meat in the icebox before it spoils. So excuse me, Princess."
> You are about to step over sunbutt-
> "Please, slap me with your meat."
> You roll your eyes
> Still, she's been nice to you
> You grip your meat firmly and swing it against her face
> Her head turns with the blow, a goofy smile on her face
"Right then."
> You step over her, and into your house
> After you toss it into your icebox, you wash your hands in the basin
"I am innocent of the blood of this cow meat: see ye to it."
> Having entrusted the icebox to this grave task, you turn once more to sorting out the mess out front
> Rainbow is scowling at the sky
> Celestia smiles at your return
> "Done playing with your meat?"
"Soon enough. With any luck, it'll get nice and hard in the icebox."
> You look up to see what Rainbow is staring at
> A cloud, you guess
> You shake your head and approach Skittles
"So, aside from the dream thing, we cool?"
> "I'm the coolest."
> She blinks, then looks at you with an irritated expression on her face
> "What were you saying?"
> You resist the urge to roll your eyes
"I asked if we are cool, in the sense of hostilities."
> "I'm still the coolest. But yeah, just keep your stinky meat away from me, and we'll be cool."
> You shrug
"It's on ice. So what are you angry at now?"
> Rainbow scowls at the sky again
> "Luna. If she didn't open that stupid Canterlot Mouth of hers, we wouldn't be in this mess."
"We should get back at her somehow..."
> Dash grins at you
> "Let's prank her together! Go get your stinking meat!"
> You set your hands on your hips
"Hell no! That's my precious beef, and I will not part with it!"
> The pegasus rolls her eyes
> "Whatever. So, you up for pranking the peeping princess?"
"Count me in."
> You turn to the amused mare tied up on your doorstep
"Hey, we're punking your sister. Wanna come?"
> Celestia casually breaks the ropes binding her legs, getting up and stretching her legs like a certain pegasus about to leap into flight
> "I always want to come with you, Anon."
"Sweet, I could use a ride."
> Sunbutt lowers herself to the ground, and you climb onto her back
> "You are welcome to ride me anytime, anywhere."
> Rainbow Dash groans
> "Come on, that's not even subtle!"
> Celestia grins at you
> "Yes, come on, me."
"Sorry, Sunbutt, you already used that innuendo. No points."
> She pouts
> Rainbow chokes on air
> "Sunbutt?"
> You sigh
"Can we just go? Revenge is a dish best served now."
> Rainbow eyes the princess, and grins
> "Race ya!"
> The ponies leap into the air, furiously flapping their wings to gain altitude
> It is about then that you remember you don't handle heights that well
> You bury your face in Celestia's neck
"Oh god, I'm so high right now. I'm not sure I can handle this..."
> Sunbutt chuckles
> "You can handle me, if it makes you feel better."
"Not the time!"
> Your ears pop several times during the ascent
> Stupid competitive flying horses
> At last you hear hooves clatter on stone, and you know you have arrived
 
> You shakily slide off Celestia's back, a little chilly, but you know better than to say anything about it
> When you focus on the mares, they're smiling from behind their hooves-
> Well, Sunbutt is
> Rainbow is just pointing and laughing
> "Is it wittew Anon's first time?"
> You grimace
"Laugh it up, featherball. I've never ridden a horse, let alone a flying one."
> Celestia's eyes go wide
> "I was your first? I-I'm so happy!"
> You scowl at her
"Aren't you supposed to be pretending to be scared of my evil ways?"
> She winks at you
> "In private, Anon. In public, I'm afraid I must be wild hearted, yet motherly."
> Rainbow shakes her head at you
> "I still can't believe you didn't tap that."
> You shrug
"Not everything is about sex, you know."
> Dash gives you another dubious look, then turns to Celestia
> "We should go somewhere secret to plan out the pranking campaign. Any place like that around here?"
> Sunbutt smirks
> "I have one in mind. Follow me."
> She sets off at a stately trot, and you and Rainbow follow behind
> The hallways are largely empty, the occasional scribe or servant passing by with only a cursory nod
> What this means is, you are now focused on the generous sway of the hips in front of you
> Rainbow Dash whispers, "Damn." and bites her lip
> Celestia casts an amused glance over her shoulder
> "Oh, how inconsiderate of me."
> She lifts her tail up and to the side
> Between the shifting muscles of her ass, and the bared marevag, your boner is almost painful in its intensity
> Rainbow seems to be even more affected
> She breathes huskily, her wings at full mast
> "I'm going in, Anon."
"Wha-"
> Rainbow darts forward and buries her mouth in Sunbutt's pussy
> Celestia's visible eye widens
> "Oh! That's a little too..."
> Dash's tongue dips deeply into the sunflower, lapping at her sweet nectar
> The princess bites her lip
> "Never mind."
> She starts walking again, and Rainbow struggles to keep up
> Meanwhile, your pants are getting too tight
> You sidle up to Celestia's flank, and give it a good squeeze
> She actually squeaks in surprise
> Sunbutt comes to a halt, her breath hitching as that drives Dash's tongue deeper
> Celestia looks at you with half-lidded eyes
> "It's about time."
> There's a flash of golden light, and you find yourself in a room you vaguely recognize
> Wasn't this where Celestia reads some of the letters?
> Dark blue walls, purple carpeting, a long golden cushion on a darker purple pad
> This is Celestia's bedroom
> The mare in question flops on her back onto the sleeping pad, a classy futon, you suppose
> Dash immediately resumes eating her out
"Dang, Dash, am I going to have a turn?"
> Her voice is muffled by Celestia's flesh
> "Mph Mhk."
> Tough luck, you suppose
> Sunbutt strokes the pegasus's mane fondly
> She then looks at you with an obviously faked expression of horror
> "Oh no! I have been brought low by the expert tongue of the human's servant,"
> "Mrhmn?"
> "Hush. What ever shall I do? I fear for the sanctity of my mouth, for that is the only hole available to him."
> Well, when you put it that way...
> You unzip your pants and stand over Celestia
> Your heart races as you deploy your boner
> Celestia licks her lips
> You reach down and grab Sunbutt's head, thrusting into her mouth
> She hums with pleasure, her tongue swirling around your dick in her hot, wet mouth
> You groan in pleasure, instinctively thrusting back and forth
> Your hands drift, gripping her horn, grasping at the silken hairs of her mane
> As your hand shifts slightly on her horn, Celestia lets out a muffled keening, and she sucks extra hard on your dick
> You almost cum then and there, but you hold back by the skin of your teeth
> You slow your thrusting, moving in time with your hand stroking her horn
> Sunbutt's eyes roll back, her breathing fast and shallow as she loses what gentle skill she had and sucks and licks your cock with desperate ardor
> You bring your other hand to bear on the hornjob, losing control yourself
> Celestia shudders, clamping Rainbow's head down on her nether regions, her mouth making swallowing motions around your manhood
> At that, you lose the last vestige of restraint, and shoot rope after rope into her exquisite mouth
> She spends a several long seconds sucking and swallowing, the waves of pleasure nearly blinding you
> At last, her head falls back, and Dash is released from her honeyed prison
> Rainbow rolls onto her back, panting
> You join the club, laying down to rest by Celestia
"Wow."
> The two mares grunt in agreement
> A minute passes, and Sunbutt staggers to her hooves
"Celestia?"
> She smiles at your concern
> "I have yet to reward one of my little ponies for her diligent service."
> With that, she lowers her mouth to Rainbow's unguarded flower
> Dash looks down in shock, hips twitching at the gentle ministrations of the sun princess
> The pegasus lays back slowly, her back arching at the stimulation
> "Anon?" She says with a strangled voice
"Yeah?"
> "It's official. We're cool."
"Nice."
> Rainbow's hips start bucking in earnest
> "Thunderbolts, this feels good~, oh yeah."
> Celestia hums happily
> It only takes a few more seconds before Rainbow's hooves are scrabbling for purchase on the floor, an inarticulate yell echoing in the chamber
> Sunbutt lifts her face from the twitching mare's vagina, then walks over to you to lay down, her head resting on your chest
> You idly stroke her mane, content with her warmth
> Then you hear a knocking at the door
> "Sister, thou wast not at supper, art thou well?"
> Celestia's eyes widen and she gets up quickly
> "Oh, I'm fine, my nap just went little longer than I expected."
> Silence for a moment
> "Verily? I did not sense thee in dreaming."
> The door opens
> "Now, speak tru...ly..."
> Luna's eyes dart from the embarrassed face of her sister, to your now flacid cock left on display, to Rainbow's prone form
> She glares at you, magic glowing from her horn
> You quickly rise to your feet and run towards her
> She rears back
> "Rapist! Today thou shalt know justice!"
> Whatever spell she tried to case was blocked by Celestia's golden light
> Seizing your chance, you reach up and grab Luna's horn with both hands
> Immediately, her legs buckle beneath her
> Moonbutt tries to wrench her horn from your grasp, but it only ends up stimulating her even more, eliciting a small gasp
> She stares accusingly at her sister
> "Wilt thou suffer me to be molested so?"
> Celestia frowns
> "Sister, I really had hoped this could be settled some other way, but you must listen to this human, and this pony. Otherwise, justice will not be served."
> Luna scowls at that, then sighs
> "Very well. Now, wilt thou command the human to cease his audacious touch?"
> Sunbutt nods at you
> You let go cautiously, and serruptitiously put your dick away
> Well, it's not too serruptitious, both of the Princesses watch you do it
> Luna glares at you
> "Speak of thy grievance."
> You glare right back
> "Some time ago, you intruded on one of my dreams, I think you know which one."
> Moonbutt nodded
> "I see thou hast made it reality."
> Celestia coughed
> "That was me."
> Rainbow sighs
> "And it was AWESOME!"
> Luna turns back to you, uncertain now
"You took it upon yourself to warn every pony about my supposed true nature, effectively running me out of house and home and driving me to live on the edge of civilization, dependent on the efforts of the cutie mark crusaders."
> She nods at that
> "A fitting consequence."
> You fight back the urge to punch her smug face
"Except I have never raped any pony! Not then, not now! You even told the details of the dream to very damn pony in Ponyville!"
> Rainbow approaches at that, a scowl on her face
> "Not cool, Princess. Now, when ponies see me, they think of that. Heck, a lot of ponies used to think I was actually raped, and some still do."
> Luna looks uneasy at that
> "Mayhaps some discretion would have been advisable on my part..."
> Celestia shakes her head
> "Sister, we have a court of law. Even there, what you witness in dreams is not admissible as evidence. Not only did you malign a guest of our world, you also filled his home town with fear and rumor, damaging the reputation of one of it's most loyal fliers."
> Moonbutt is looking rather apprehensive at this turn of events
> Celestia continues
> "Were you any other pony, it would be a simple matter of publishing the truth, and imprisoning the liar. Fortunately for you, much of Ponyville is now convinced of the truth, and my student is working to convince the rest. I would like not to imprison you, as you have spent too long as such. Therefore, I leave your fate to those whom you have wronged."
> You meet Rainbow's eyes
> The two of you turn to Sunbutt
"We're going to need some time to discuss this."
> Celestia nods
> "By all means."
 
> You and Rainbow Dash retreat to a corner, eying Luna as you whisper
"I'm thinking mandatory sexy outfits."
> "How can clothes be sexy? You're just covering things up."
"It's...hard to explain. At any rate, the outfits might be my part of the punishment, and you can add whatever."
> "You know, there is one thing covering her up..."
> Both of you stare at Luna's tail, then meet each others eyes with a grin
"Okay, so definitely moving the tail out of the way. What should we have her do, so that we can admire the view?"
> Rainbow chews on her lip thoughtfully
> "Something that can go on for days..."
"Cheerleading?"
> "Can you imagine, with her Canterlot royal voice?"
> Yeah, not the best idea
> "Something where she's in our homes, in all sorts of poses..."
"Have her be a maid? Uniform and all?"
> Dash hums at that
> "She'd a have to clean for us, to cook, and shower with us."
> You raise your eyebrows
"Ponies shower with their maids?"
> Rainbow smirks
> "This one will."
> Oh yes
"Sounds like a plan. How long do you think we could stretch this out for?"
> Dash shrugs
> "We had our problems for like, two months?"
"She'll have princess duties. Maybe if she spends an hour in the morning for each of us, we could stretch it to a year?"
> Rainbow eyed Luna up and down
> "A year of waking up to that? Hell yeah."
 
> When Luna heard the terms, she was outraged
> "Thou canst not be serious! Thy suggestion is humiliating, most unfitting for a pony of my stature!"
> Celestia scowls
> "I think it is highly fitting for a pony of your hubris. Do not tempt me to make this a life long punishment."
> Luna backs away from Dash's and your eager grins
> "Methinks I shall accept this year of servitude."
> Celestia turns a serious face to the two of you
> "It is a fitting punishment. Please, however, keep in mind that you are not to sexually harass her. It would not do for you two to become criminals in the course of this punishment."
> You and Dash nod in acquiescence
"Understood."
> "Yeah, you got it."
> Then Sunbutt smiles
> "I'm so glad you two will be making an honest mare out of her."
> You grin
"After we're done with her, she won't be a-maidin'."
> Rainbow Dash groans
> "Seriously, you two? Okay, how's this, we'll have so much fun fucking with Luna. Happy?"
> You meet Celestia's eyes
> As one, both of you shake your heads
"Lacked subtlety."
> "You have much to learn, my little pony."
> Rainbow huffs at that
> "Whatever, your little innuendo club is dumb anyways."
> You rub your chin
"We should make an innuendo club. I know at least the mayor would be a fun member."
> Celestia looks interested
> "Really? The honorable Mayor Mare?"
> You nod
"In her own words, she is an 'eager and attentive public servant.'"
> Rainbow Dash facehoofs
> "You really weren't supposed to make an actual club."
> You smirk at her
"Keep it up, and you may end up inspiring the largest orgy in recorded history."
> Celestia tilts her head slightly
> "Public servant..."
> ...
"One way to find out..."
> Dash just rolls her eyes
> "Whatever, I'm done here. See you in the morning, Luna."
> Luna nods politely, still a little off balance at the shifting personality of her older sister
> You and Sunbutt wave as the pegasus flies home
> Finally, she turns to you with a sultry look
> "Shall we return to the privacy of your home? I have some rope that's just begging to be taken advantage of."
> Luna makes a sound of disgust
> Celestia wears a predatory grin
> "Oh, would you like to join in? I'm sure Anon here can handle two mares."
> Moonbutt flees
"It appears the moon is waning."
> "You'll see a full moon soon enough."
> You reach up
"Until then, I'll have fun making you horny."
> Your fingers gently curl around the velvety spire on top of her head
> Celestia takes a sudden, deep breath
> She gazes at you with sultry eyes
> "It seems you have a firm grasp on what I like."
"I remember touching on the subject in the past."
> With that, you give her horn a slow, twisting stroke
> Her legs collapse underneath her, and she moans audibly
> "All is lost! I can feel my magic drain away under his hot touch. Maybe he will teleport us to his remote home, all the better to ravage the beautiful princess!"
> Eh? Oh, right
"Very perceptive, Princess. First I shall claim your power, then your body. You are my captive, and I shall enjoy being your master."
> You tap her horn gently, and a golden light flashes again
> Back in your home, you proceed to thank Celestia for all her help
> You thank her so hard
 
> Thou art Luna, Princess of the Moon, Nocturnal Sovereign
> This very morning thou hast set about the task set before thee as an penance
> Thou alightest upon the cloudy firmament of the Loyalty's dwelling
> Shame and anger turneth in thy stomach
> Thou supposest this is by design
> Nevertheless, thou dost not don thy humble raiment until thou art upon the very threshold of thy solemn duty
> Tis at this same time that thou afix thy tail to reveal thy secret parts
> Thus feeling somewhat like an harlot, thou dost enter the stately cloud haven
> It striketh thee as absurd that, for one so averse to the promptings of fashion, there still lieth stewn about many items of clothing
> Thy nose is offended upon further investigation; verily thou art needed here
> Tis with a heavy heart that thou fulfillest the first of the terms of thy punishment
> Thou dost prod the insensate form of thy guiltbringer
> She doth moan,
"Five more minutes, mom."
> Ah! From whence cometh this stirring in thy bosom?
> Thou dost gently smooth her unruly hair
> What light glows in the fluttering eyes, what fondness stirreth in thy breast?
> Rainbow Dash rouseth, a smile coming but softly to her face
> "Oh yeah! This is going to be awesome!"
> Thou snortest
"Verily."
> Thou canst scarce track her movement ere she lift thy pittance of a skirt
> This be thy forfeit, that she is permitted to gaze upon thy marehood, yet thou art unprepared for the boldness in which she doth proceed
> "Damn, Anon was right, this does make it better."
"How so?"
> To thy relief, she doth lower the skirt o'er thy nethers
> "Something about covering up makes revealing your pussy more exciting."
> To thy shock, she doth lift thy skirt again, her bold hooves grazing thy hindquarters
> "Oh yeah, I'm liking this already."
> Whence cometh the heat to thy face?
> Thou canst bear the inspection for only so long before thou art compelled to speak
"Mayhaps I shall prepare thy morning repast?"
> "Holy sh- I mean, wow, can I really eat you out?"
> Thou dost plead internally that thy loins betray not the effect these words have upon thee
"Nay, I spake of true sustenance, as doth come from partaking of cakes of the pan."
> Blessed relief, thy skirt is lowered
> "Oh well, a girl can hope. Sure, pancakes sounds good."
> Thou proceedest to the diminutive kitchen, recalling thy training of the night previous
> Minor scrying doth reveal the location of a pan, and a box of mixed ingredients relevant to thy purpose
> The box is an aid to thy failing memory, and thou easily preparest the batter
> Thou sensest a presence betwixt thy rearward hooves
> Thou findest thy morning's master grinning on the floor
> Thou shiftest uncomfortably
"Must thou conduct thyself thus?"
> "Yup. Could you spread your legs a bit?"
> Thou dost comply, deep reservoirs of reluctances flowing within
> E'en as thou returnest to thy task, thou feel more the harlot than when thou once pleasured thyself to the memory of a guard's unbidden erec-
> Nay! Banish these wanton thoughts!
> Twould be easier, but for the admirer of thy loins
> The first pancake suffereth from thy distraction
> It is malformed, nearly black upon one side, and rather pale on the other
> Thou dost resolve to improve
> It becometh easier, when thou dost deceive thyself, saying within that there is but a foal beneath thee, and thou art cooking its breakfast
> To thy relief, Loyalty doth tire of her viewings and goeth about, setting the table
> A balm to your pride, the second pancake is well-proportioned and evenly cooked
> Thou noticest a second plate upon the table
"Art thou expecting a guest this morn?"
> Thou smoothest thy skirts anxiously
> "No, why?"
> She layeth the butter gently down
"For what reason then hast thou set another place at thy table?"
> "So you can have breakfast too?"
> She dost perceive thy confusion
> "Look, I want to embarrass you, not make you go hungry. If you come out of this punishment hating Anon and I, that's not what anypony wants. Understand?"
> In truth, thou hast had thy supper before, for the hours of thy servitude art but the last ere thou sleepest
> Nevertheless, thou endeavorest to smile
"Then I shall sup with thee."
> Thy nose alerteth thee to calamity
> Thou hastenest back to the pan, futilely flipping thy latest attempt
> A charred circle mocketh thee
> Thy guiltbringer's laughter is not unkind, though thy face still heateth with chagrin
> E'en after breakfast hath passed, she speaks of framing thy two abominations
> Mystery of mysteries, at her words, they art consumed in flames azure, not even ashes remain
> Thou hast no idea how that event came to pass
> None at all
> "Okay then... laundry next. And no magic!"
> Thou hast an inkling
"Thou intendeth to leer at mine posterior as I go about, I perceive."
> Her grin is shameless
> "Yup!"
> Alas, such is thy penance
> The rest of thy hour of servitude in the clouds doth pass in like manner
> Thou dost not become wholely accustomed to the intermittent uncovering of thy marehood
> Nevertheless, Loyalty doth conduct herself in such a manner that thou dost not resent her peeking too much
> Thou must admit, tis a novel experience, conversing with a pony who hath little regard for propriety, nor fear at thy power
> Not since Nightmare Night, thou supposest
> Thou leavest the clouds, a smile upon thy countenance
 
> Thy anxiety riseth as thou standest before Anonymous' door
> For he is both more grievously wronged, and emphatically male
> Thou dost steel thy resolve and pressest onward and inward
> Thou art struck by how the hovel is but slightly unkempt, rope fragments and wood shavings for the most part
> Then thine eye alighteth upon a carving left upon a low table
> Such a tender embrace, betwixt the human and alicorn
> Is this a gift?
> Thou castest thine eyes about, only to stop
> 'Twould appear thou art not depicted in the piece
> Thy sister doth slumber beneath the human, contentment upon their countenances
> How...nice, that she find a bedmate, whilst thou spendeth thy night in solitude
> Again
> Thy heart is unified in the performance of thy duty
> Thou sweepeth the blanket away, letting the cruel, chilly morning air nip...at...
> By the void and stars, Anonymous is still sheathed in thy sister
> Thy breath cometh quickly
> Thou must avert thy gaze
> Thou shalt not witness-
> There is no mercy in the universe, the human pillar shifts before thy eyes
> Twas not of this magnitude when thou saw it in Celestia's bed chambers
> It riseth, and it falleth, with the rhythm of his slow breath
> Thou must act
> Thou approachest his bedside
> Thou prodest his shoulder with thy hoof
> Such warm skin
"Verily, thou must awaken!"
> Thou prodest him with both hooves
> His head doth shift, but naught else
> In the mean time, he hath not ceased his sleeping procreation, nay, but increased his pace
> Thy sister beginneth to moan
> Upon what path lieth propriety?
> Verily, discretion is the better part of diligence
> Thou makest as to leave, til thou hearest Celestia's voice
> "Luna."
> Oh that thou could return to the moon
"Yes, sister?"
> She doth not reply
> Ah, somniloquy
> Thou art distracted by the sound of flesh slapping-
"Cease thy obscenity! Neither of ye sleepest!"
> The human ceaseth not and sayeth,
> "Hold on, I'm getting close!"
> Such-
> Impropriety
"CELESTIA, THY WINK HATH NO PLACE AT THIS JUNCTURE!"
> "Oh wow, we need your Luna to yell at you some more, you are so tight~."
> Thou hast no words
> Thy widened eyes record every twitch
> It hath been written in the book of fate, thou hast witnessed the plowing and seeding of thy sister
> Thou requires strong drink and a dreamless sleep
> Thy penance can wait
 
> Hmmm, your little prank may have gone too far
> You can see a similar thought in Celestia's eyes
"Well, we should probably apologize to her."
> "I agree."
> ...
> "After we shower."
 
> The two of you stand outside Luna's bedroom door
> You knock
"Look, I'm sorry it got a little out of hand this morning,"
> Her voice cuts you off
> "Out of hoof? I HAVE WITNESSED THEE FILL HER WOMB WHILST I REMAIN A SPINSTER!"
"I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you somehow, alright?"
> "LEAVE MINE THRESHOLD!"
> You follow Celestia around the corner and down the hall
> "I had thought, with a guard or somepony..."
"Um, what do you mean?"
> Celestia sighs
> "I was always a bit more noticeable, when we were growing up. I often talked and flirted with mares and stallions, she...didn't."
> You wince
"So we just sorta rubbed her face in her own loneliness."
> "Indeed."
> You walk along in silence for a bit
"We'll just have to find her a coltfriend, then."
> Celestia considers this
> "You'll have to be careful about the stallion you pick. We don't want her being taken advantage of, or lied to."
> True, true
> Wait
"I'll have to be careful? Aren't you coming too?"
> Sunbutt gives you a regretful smile
> "I do have to rule Equestria from time to time. While you look, why don't you found the innuendo club? I would be interested to see who you find. Now, go my consort."
> She swats your butt with a wing, then teleports you back home before you can react
> Cheeky mare
> As you eat breakfast, you consider your next move
> You'll want to go into town, but what will be your cover story?
> You look around your shack like a peckish person peers into a fridge
> Maybe you should make it bigger?
> You have an inkling that guests will be more common, and you only have a chair and a bed for sitting
> A couch it is
> There should be enough bits from the commission to cover the cost
> That decided, you finish getting ready for the day
 
> It still strikes you as weird that some shop signs don't actually have words on them, just images
> Quill and sofa
> The proprietor greets you eagerly
> "Can I interest you in some quills or a sofa? You seem like a sofa kind of guy."
"Good guess, I am indeed in the market for a sofa."
> He grins and motions you inside
> "I have sofas of all makes and models, magical and non-magical, rustic and sophisticated."
> There are quite a few, almost more that you'd think could fit in the store
"Magical couches?"
> He jerks his head to a section of the store that you notice has a bit of a glow to it
> "Mostly secondhand, but I have a good friend in Canterlot who fixes up the spellwork, your safety guaranteed."
> You step carefully here, more than a little wary of magic
> Davenport senses this
> He pats some cushions with a grin
> "I've personally sit on every once of these. Trust me, they aren't dangerous."
> Then something catches your eye
"Why's that one in a case? It looks like it's in surprisingly good condition, but you can definitely tell it's secondhand."
> His smile turns rueful
> "That's one I got from a guy named boxcar Joe. I can't bring myself to sell it, but I still like to see it around from time to time."
> Alright...
> At any rate, you start looking around
> There are tags detailing the enchantments on the couches
> Dreamless Sleep, Hangover Warding, Self-cleaning, and so on
> You are reminded of your obligation to Luna
> Better ease into the question
"So, quills and sofas. It's an interesting combination for a shop."
> At once, you can tell he gets the question fairly often
> "It is, isn't it? It started a while ago, when I had a friend in Celestia's school for gifted unicorns. I happened to be visiting while his marefriend was studying with him. They looked like they were so comfortable, wrapped up in research, lying together. That was when I knew that I wanted to help more ponies reach that special state. Perhaps one day, that'll be me."
> Huh
"Seems like Canterlot would be a better place, if you want to supply researching ponies."
> "I do have a branch up there, but I want somepony for whom research is their life, not what they have to do for a degree. Ponyville is enough of a weirdness magnet that we get more than our fair share of researchers."
> Fair enough
"Like Twilight?"
> Davenport laughs oddly
> "One of my best customers."
> You pat his shoulder in sympathy
"Not a sofa kind of mare, huh?"
> He sags
> "Beds and chairs, nothing in between. It's tragic."
> You nod
"What do you think of Luna, then?"
> He looks at you in confusion
> "Not much to go on, really. No offense, but why are you, of all ponies, asking about her?"
> You acknowledge the point with a grimace
"It's gotten complicated. Let's just say, that I owe it to her to help her find somepony to take the edge off of her loneliness."
> His eyebrows rise
> "That is complicated...and you're going to have to look elsewhere. I'm more of a simple guy, and I don't want to get in the way of her crush on you."
> ...
"You said you didn't know her, how-"
> He chuckles
> "I could be wrong, but she's already seen you in action, and now you're trying to put a stallion between her and you. It doesn't take Fetlock Bones to figure out what's going on."
> You really hope that is not the case
> Still, it does explain why she was in your dreams in the first place
> And why she took it so badly
> Crap
"Right, never mind."
> You sink down onto a nearby couch, and
> Oh
> Oh my
> You lean against the backrest
> It's like sitting in a cloud, with all the warmth of clothes fresh from the dryer
> Davenport smiles
> "Nice, isn't it? Just between you and me, that one is from the college days of a certain couple currently in the Crystal Empire right now."
> You believe it
"How much?"
> At this he looks regretful, and names a sum
> You cough a little at the price
"That's a lot for a couch."
> He shrugs
> "It's about as low as I'm willing to go. Tell you what, though. You seem like a well-connected guy, I'll knock off a few hundred bits if you put in the good word for me."
> That will still take most of your commission pay...
> "Imagine how easy it would be to go from sitting together to lying together. It's just so warm and relaxing."
> It is warm and relaxing
> You check the tag for enchantments
> [Warmth, Plush, Purifying, Guardrail, ...]
"Guardrail?"
> "So you don't fall off while doing...things."
> Easy come, easy go you guess
"I'll buy it."
 
> After some minor lifting, you have it up on two large, wooden dollies
> You roll it out the back of the shop
> The morning breeze is refreshing
> You exchange greetings with ponies passing by, a bit of gray entering your peripheral vision
> "Anonymous, I can't tell you how glad I am to see you in town!"
> Mayor Mare trots up beside you, her gaze lingering on your arms
> "Not in public, that is."
> You should probably pretend not to have heard that last bit
"Good morning, Madame Mayor. Anything I can help you with?"
> "Oh yes, I could use you in- ahahaha, forgive me, it is I who should be asking if you need any help."
> She bites her lip, then continues,
> "That couch looks awfully heavy, even with your strong arms and powerful legs. I could help you push, I am an earth pony after all. Look at how well toned my legs are!"
> She poses a bit ahead, her hind legs locked and her rear slightly raised
> Subtle
"I see. Don't worry though, the couch is on wheels. I barely have to push it to keep it going."
> The Mayor looks a little disappointed at that, but rallies
> "Might I ask what the occasion is? Are you perhaps at odds with the princess, and thus forced to sleep on a couch?"
> If you didn't know better, you'd say she was fishing for gossip
"No, I just had a feeling that I'd be getting more guests sooner or later. Might as well have a place for them to sit."
> "You know, I pride myself on welcoming guests. Perhaps a mare's touch in your home would be nice?"
> She strokes the couch suggestively
> Then she stares at it
"A rather warm couch, isn't it?"
> "You bought the Couch of Opened Flower?"
"Is that what it's called? Huh."
> She glances between you and the couch
> "Replacing the bed, I see."
> Fair enough, it is a bit better than your old bed
> This whole conversation reminds you,
"Say, would you like to join the innuendo club?"
> She stumbles at that, and you pause at the outskirts of town
> "P-pardon me?"
"Celestia and I have a fair amount of fun throwing around sexy double meanings. She wanted to do it more often, so she asked me to make a club around the idea. What do you say?"
> "Of course, that sounds delightful. Indeed, it rather explains a letter I received earlier today."
> She hands you a scroll, her hoof trembling
> You take it and start reading
"Dear Mayor Mare,
I would appreciate it if you were to personally welcome the human Anonymous, and offer him your every service and orifice. I know it is rather irregular, and you must not let a hint of this arrangement go beyond you and Anon. Even I must pretend to be in ignorance of this, for the good of my public image. You are a beautiful mare, a vision of youth and beauty. I hope Anonymous ruts you fully and regularly while I am not around.
Sincerely, Princess Celestia"
> You roll up the scroll and wedge it between two couch cushions
"What an interesting letter."
> Mayor Made blushes slightly
> "The princess is a kind mare."
> You continue down the country road towards your house
"So, this is not in fact, a forged letter from a pony with unique access to correspondence from Celestia?"
> Mayor Mare begins to sweat
> "O-of course not."
"Oh good. I do wonder how she would react if she found out about such a thing, a local mare taking advantage of Celestia's chosen consort."
> The mayor wipes her brow with a hoof
> "My, but it's gotten hot quickly this morning."
"Don't worry, it's not much farther. I'm sure you'll feel better once we're inside."
> "I'm sure I will." She mutters, glancing up nervously
> Heh
> Soon enough you come to your door
> Hmmmm
> Perhaps you should have measured how wide the couch was before you bought it
> You open the door and
> Celestia stands frozen, her nose buried in your pillow
"Taking a break?"
> She lifts her head up gracefully
> "Yes, well, bureaucracy is a terrible thing. There's so much paperwork I sometimes have trouble remembering what I have and haven't done."
> Mayor Mare squeaks in dismay at Celestia's voice
> You pluck the scroll from the couch
"Do you remember writing this?"
> She unrolls it, her brow furrowing
> "I can't say I do. Still, it looks like something I might write."
> Seriously?
> She frowns
> "I don't know what I was thinking, though. That level of secrecy is hardly necessary, there is no way I could keep myself from noticing this arrangement, given how often I visit your home."
> You don't believe it
> The Mayor is actually getting away with this
"I didn't think consorts would be allowed intimacy with more that one mare..."
> Celestia smiles at you
> "Oh no, it's perfectly alright. It's not like we have all that much time together."
> She rolls up the scroll and floats it back to you
> "Although, do tell me how she is. I'd like to hear all the juicy details."
> You hear a strangled yelp from outside your door
> Celestia hears it too, trotting over to look outside
> "Mayor Mare! What a nice couch, did you bring it yourself?"
> The poor pony doesn't know what to say
"No, I bought it earlier today. Unfortunately, I forgot to take into account the width of my door frame."
> Celestia pats your shoulder with a wing
> "Good thing I'm here, then."
> The couch disappears in a flash of light, then appears inside the house
> Mayor Mare timidly enters, ready to bolt at the first sign of hostility
> Celestia makes a grunt of surprise
> "Did you know, this used to be Cadence's? It still has the stain on the center cushion."
> She flips over the cushion, and there is a large, dark blotch on the cushion
"I thought it had a purifying enchantment..."
> Celestia flips it back over
> "Oh it does, it's just the marecum of a princess of love is more powerful. Well, as nostalgic as this all is, I really should return to work."
> She kisses you on the cheek
> "See if you can't leave a mark yourself."
> And then she's gone
> Mayor Mare sighs in relief
"We both know this letter is a forgery."
> As you walk towards her, she looks at you in apprehension
> "I'm sure she just forgot about it...."
> You grab her forehooves before she has a chance to back away
> You lift her up and back her against the wall
"It was such a shallow deception, I can't help but wonder if you wanted to be caught."
> She stares at you, her shallow breaths hot against your skin
> "I wasn't-"
> You lean down, until you are staring directly in her eyes
"Maybe you want to be punished, like a bad, bad, filly."
> Her eyes roll back in her head, a goofy smile on her face
> Her body goes slack in your grip
> Did she give up, or
> You let go, and she falls to the ground and lays still
> You poke her
"Mayor?"
> You put a hand by her mouth
> She's still breathing
> Looks like you have an unconscious pony in your house
> You shake her a little bit
> No response
> Welp
"What am I supposed to do with you?"
> She is remarkably unhelpful
> Finally, you decide to just put her on the couch while you chop up some wood
> She's heavier than she looks
> You manage to heave her up onto the couch
> She just lays there, her butt jutting out slightly
> ...
> You give one of her cheeks squeeze
> The amount of give is unbelievable
> ...
> You really shouldn't be doing this, not while she's asleep
> ...
> You knead her cheeks with both hands, spreading them and squishing them
> Nice
> With some regret, you let go and set out for the woods
> If you are allowed multiple mares...
> You're definitely going to need a bigger house
 
> You spend a good two hours cutting down a tree, sawing off its branches, deliberately not thinking of the Mayor's rear as you make the back and forth motions
> You certainly don't think about all the suggestive things she said to you this morning
> The glimpse of her marehood
> You pause in your work, the nearly noon sun hot on your brow
> You'll just go and get a drink of water
> That's all
> You wipe your hands off on your pants and head inside
> Would you believe it?
> She's still asleep
> Defenseless
> She managed to roll onto her back, her hind legs splayed apart
> You're just going to pass by, and not look too closely at
> Her delicate marehood
> Her tender belly
> You slip out of your clothes quietly, the scent of your sweat billowing out
> You freeze as her nostrils twitch, but nothing else happens
> Maybe she's just faking?
> You kneel by the couch, and softly rub her tummy
> All you can feel is the slow rise and fall, and her soft, short fur
> You slide your hand lower and lower
> Emboldened by her lack of reaction, you start rubbing the outside of her lower lips
> She's very warm down there, almost feverish
> One of your fingertips accidentally slips into her pussy
> She's wet
"Mayor Mare? You're about to have a guest..."
> "Oh good."
> You stop, your blood running cold
> The mare blinks blearily, rising out of sleep in a mild confusion
> Then she sees your hand on her marehood
> And that you are naked
> Her nostrils flare, filled with your scent
> ...
> "Well? Continue."
> Everything feels awkward now
"Now I'm sorta not feeling it."
> She raises an eyebrow at where your hand is still resting
> "You most certainly are feeling it. Would it help if I pretended to be asleep?"
> Well, actually,
"Yes, that would help."
> She rests her head back onto the couch
> "Oh, and you can cum inside me if you want. I wouldn't mind getting pregnant."
> Can ponies even get pregnant from human sperm?
> You'd say probably not, but there is an entire race of eagle-lions that says maybe
> You wait for her breathing to even out
> Meanwhile, you try ignore how turned on you by the fact that she would happily bear your child
> You take a few calming breaths yourself, and clamber up onto the couch
> You stare at her 'sleeping' face, your arms on either side of her head
>  With a guiding hand, you gently press your tip against her entrance
> With aching slowness, you push into her
> The entire time, you watch her face for any twitch, any sign that she will break the illusion
> You hilt in her moist passage
> Did her breath just hitch?
> After waiting in silence for a moment, you continue
> You withdraw slowly, your mouth agape at the sensation of her every fold
> You impale her again
> To your horror, some drool falls from your mouth, and into hers
> The mare reflexively swallows
> Oh damn
> Your hips begin to move with a mind of their own, gradually picking up the pace
> You lean down and kiss her lips chastely
> The sensation of her soft rear rubbing against your thighs is heavenly
> With every thrust, it's a velvety stroke along your legs
> You close your eyes and deepen the kiss, your mouth sealing against hers
> She tastes of cinnamon and oats, her tongue easily moved about by your own
> You can feel her hips buck against your own
> Her tongue comes alive against your own, and for a few moments they wrestle
> Finally, you break the kiss, grinning at the mare below you
"You're awake."
> She smiles bashfully
> "You could wake the dead with such attentions."
> You run a hand up and down her side
"Are you saying I'm a necrophiliac?"
> She must be very distracted, for her to be a politician and imply that
> Genuine distress shows on her face
> "No! I meant that your cock is, ah, "
> She throws her head back and writhes
> For your part, you seemed to have found her sweet spot
> Mayor Mare tosses her head back and forth, her mane becoming quite unkempt
> "Your cock is miracle, by the titans, it is!"
> You bite your lip, exulting in the reaction you're getting out of this respectable mare
> She wraps her hind legs around your waist and her forelegs around your neck
> You get one glimpse of her sultry glare, and then she's tongue deep in your mouth and fighting to stay there
> You rake your fingers across her back, careful not to press too hard
> You are rewarded as her back arches into your touch, her tongue going slack, and her marehood clamping down hard and winking furiously
> You roll onto your back, one hand keeping her surging hips pressed tight against your own
> Her pussy desperately milks your dick, and you find a response building up inside you
> The Mayor's mouth slides from your own, her frantic humping jostling her head down into the crook of your neck
> "Fu-uh-uh-uck me!"
> Her lips brush against your neck
> Your eyes shoot wide open, and you thrust deep into her
> Your hands clamp down on her ass, pressing her firmly against you as your sperm jets into her womb, again and again
> You rub her back gently, soothing her
"That's right, take it all in. You are a good pony."
> She snuggles contentedly against your chest
> "Tell me I'm a good mayor."
> You chuckle, but keep rubbing her back
"You are a good mayor. A vision of youth, beauty, and excellent in bed too."
> Mayor Mare hums happily at that
> You stay like that for a while, trapped by the warmth of the couch, and the mare on your dick
> Then somepony knocks on your door
> She scrambles off, desperately trying to fix her mussed mane
> You are a bit more leisurely into a clean set of clothes
"Hold on a minute!"
> Feeling halfway clean, you open the door
> Twilight, Nat, and Applejack look up at you
> Come to think of it, you hadn't seen either of the ponies in the crowd from yesterday
"Can I help you girls?"
> Twilight beams at you
> "Nat talks to me now! I understand what he wants, and we do all sorts of things together, and it's just great!"
"Oh, that's good?"
> She nods happily
> "Oh, and Applejack has something to say to you."
> Your turn to the appulpony
> She doesn't meet your eyes, blushing intensely
> "Thank you for helpin' me realize that ah..."
> Nat's hand strokes her mane
> Could it always do that?
> Applejack glances at the doll, smiling ever so little
> "That ah like gettin' raped an' dominated an' humiliated. Twi told me about your culture, and that what I have is a, uh, fetlock?"
> "Fetish." Twilight supplies helpfully
> "Right, a fetish for all that stuff. So, if you ever see me all alone..."
> Now she looks you in the eye, her hips shifting back and forth slightly
> "Don't be holdin' back, y'hear?"
> What
"I'll...keep that in mind."
> She nods firmly
> "Good. Just so's you know, ah'm ripe for the pickin', if'n you catch mah meaning."
"Riiiiggghhhtt."
> You direct your gaze to Twilight
"I can't actually impregnate ponies, right? Since I'm a human?"
> She nods
> "Not without some significant magical intervention. Well, I won't take up any more of your time, I'm sure you have all sorts of things to be doing, as does the mayor."
> Ah
"You saw?"
> Applejack scuffs a hoof
> "Through the window. We're a pair a peepin' toms, gettin' frisky at the sight a you rutting the honorable mayor til she can't think straight."
> ...
> Twilight coughs
> "Yeah, let's go."
> They trot away, with Applejack occasionally glancing behind her and twitching her tail out of the way
> It's been an odd day, and it's only half over
> You shake your head and return inside
> Mayor Mare stands patiently by
> "I'm afraid Miss Sparkle was correct, I really must be getting back to my duties. Thank you Anonymous, this has been one of my most enjoyable mornings for quite some time."
> You step aside and lean against the wall
"You're welcome, it was good for me too. Oh, and about the innuendo club, I'll let you know when and where we'll meet, once I figure it out."
> She tilts her head thoughtfully
> "Perhaps we could meet in my house? As Mayor, I have a fairly large space allotted for me, it would be nice to fill it up from time to time."
"Thank you for opening up your warm...home for our use. At any rate, I'll see you later."
> The Mayor gives you a gracious nod
> "Until then, Anonymous."
> After she trots out, you close the door
> You finally have your home all to yourself
> You have to admit, after several months of being village pariah, all this company takes some getting used to
> Your mind drifts back to certain memories
> You could get used to this
> Your stomach growls, and you set about lunch
> All the while, you fret over your princess problem
> Rather than just asking at random, you need to think about who would actually be a good match
> You need more data
 
> You sit at one of the outdoor tables of a restaurant, nibbling at a sandwich and sipping a cup of water
> There really isn't much selection, in food or stallions
> You hear some clinking and hoofsteps behind you, but you ignore them
> "Yer cut is under the chair. Don't go spendin' it all in one place."
"Thanks, shame about the cutie marks though."
> Applebloom sighs
> "At least we got ta scratch off smugglin' an bein' town heroes."
> The cutie mark crusaders scamper up onto seats around your table
> Sweetie Bell looks around
> "Are you waiting for some one? Ooh, are you on a date?"
"Not really. I'm actually trying to think of who a friend of mine should try dating. Do you girls know of any good, eligible stallions?"
> They share a look
> Scootaloo rolls her eyes
> "We sang a song about it, the only good one is-"
> Applebloom puts a hoof over Scoot's mouth
> "No longer available! Um, he is definitely unavailable for doin' weird things with mares that ah ain't s'posed to know about."
"Right, so aside from Big Mac, can you three think of any decent guys?"
> Sweetie Bell shakes her head
> "We sang a song about it, there's nopony else. Well, maybe if you good us the name of your friend, we could sing a new song..."
> Eh, you can trust them about as far as you can throw them, and they're pretty light
"Luna."
> Sweetie frowns, and takes a deep breath
> Banjos and harpsichords start up on the edge of hearing
> "Luna is strange and cold, the perfect stallion must be brave and bold..."
> The background music falters
> Scootaloo joins in hesitantly
> "She's an okay princess, it'll probably end with ince-"
> Applebloom silences her again
> The background music fades away, unfulfilled and a little discordant
"That was a...nice try, girls. I guess I'll just keep doing what I'm doing."
> Applebloom tilts her head
> "Whah can't you be her coltfriend? Is it cuz you're still-"
> She glances around conspiratorially
> "In the dresser?"
"That's not it, I'm-"
> Sweetie Bell taps Applebloom
> "In the closet, not the dresser. I read all about it in one of Rarity's secret magazines."
> Scootaloo looks interested
> "Secret magazines?"
> Sweetie nods excitedly
> "Like, Bridled Brothers, or Bits for Bottoms, or this one full of stories about reluctant stallions down on their luck, forced to-"
"Okay! Very educational, but not applicable in my situation! Luna and I just have a complicated history, some of which you already know."
> The unicorn nods in understanding
> "I get it, it's like this one story, where the stallion has a grudge with his boss's brother, but gets transfered to his division, and has to let him stick his-"
"Enough!"
> What the hell, Rarity?
> The fillies giggle and run off, Sweetie taking the lead
> So much for the youth of this generation
 
> Cheerilee steps out of the restaurant and sits across from you at your table
> "It's nice to see somepony really talk to them, and listen as well."
"Funny, I seem to remember you screaming that if I so much as breathed in their direction-"
> She clears her throat
> "We all say things that we mean with every fiber of our beings. But I admit, I was wrong about you. You are a much better stallion than I had thought, judging by how strongly you smell of the Mayor."
> You choke on air at that
"Really?"
> She nods benignly
> "I also overheard your little problem. If you are going so far for one who wronged you, that speaks for itself."
> You'd say something, but the truth is...strange and not really a good topic for public spaces
> She continues
> "I'm afraid I can't help you with your problem, though. It'd be a conflict of interests; Ponyville doesn't have much in the way of good, single, stallions."
"And you're telling me this because..."
"I'm going to be following you!"
> ...
"What about teaching at the school?"
> "It's a Saturday."
> You do tend to lose track of days
"Aren't you worried about your reputation? I'm pretty sure ponies are still suspicious of me."
> Cheerilee pats your hand
> "That's sweet of you to think of me, but if you are seen with me, that improves your reputation, which then improves mine as a kind, perceptive pony."
"Fair enough."
> You drink the rest of your water and leave some bits behind for the meal
> The schoolteacher gets up as you do, trotting to keep up with your stride
> "Who do you plan on visiting first?"
"I was thinking that one guy with the hourglass cutie mark... Do stallions call them cutie marks?"
> "Time Turner? I believe some prefer to say 'destiny brands', but most of them just use the normal term."
"Understandable."
> You set off towards the clock shop
> You would only go there once or twice in a lifetime, but the cutie mark crusaders became regular guests of yours
> Even then, you haven't talked to...Time Turner? all that much
> He's always been very businesslike, and largely uninterested in what hijinks broke your clock this time
> The bell on the door rings as you open it
> Time Turner looks up from a partially dismantled timepiece
> "I had had some hopes that you would outlast the week, you were on a roll."
"It's doing fine for once, the mesh cover works like a charm. I was actually wondering, what do you look for in a mare?"
> He glances at Cheerilee, where she is rather obviously eavesdropping outside
> "A certain amount of confidence is preferable."
> Looking back to you, he sighs
> "I can't say I really have a 'type' as it were. I would much rather meet the mare and get to know the balance of her flaws and virtues. So if you would bring in the mare in question, that would facilitate matters admirably."
> You rub your chin as Cheerilee slips into the shop
"I'll have to see if Luna will come out here then."
> He looks at Cheerilee in confusion
> "Luna? Then is this mare your intended?"
> She blushes at that
> "No! No, I am just accompanying him, helping him put names to faces. Did you know he didn't know your name was Time Turner until I told him?"
> The clockmaker blinks
> "Do you know his name as well?"
> That's your clock bro
> Cheerilee raises her eyebrows
> "His name is Anonymous."
> Time Turner nods at you
> "Nice to meet you."
> You nod in response
"Likewise."
> The three of you stand there awkwardly for a moment, then he returns to his work
> Cheerilee jerks her head towards the door
> "I think we're done here, don't you?"
"Pretty much."
> You wave at the clock guy and he waves back, not looking up
> Classic clock guy
> Outside, you have the uncomfortable feeling you should talk to some strangers, but you ignore it
> You set out towards Sweet Apple Acres
> Cheerilee is a bit more leery about following along
> "Do you at least know the next one's name?"
"Eyup."
> You can almost taste her skepticism
> "Care to share with the class?"
"Nope."
> She sighs
> "It's Big Mac, isn't it?"
> You grin
"You said the name before I did. Now you will never know if I knew his name, or if I thought he was Eyupnope the pokemon pony."
> Cheerilee facehooves
> "Anonymous, everyone knows Big Mac. He's the most eligible pony in town, and what is a pokemon?"
"A creature that only says its name. I know you two have some history, are you sure you want to come along?"
> She smiles weakly at that
> "You won't give me the slip that easily. I'll be fine."
> You shrug
> The summer afternoon is peaceful,  light breeze taking the edge off the heat
> The two of you walk in comfortable silence
> As you near the orchard, something barrels out of the trees
> When it awkwardly vaults over a fence, you get a good look at it
> It seems some pony managed to lasso the front legs of a timberwolf pup tight against its chest
> Thus you aren't too surprised to see a lightly battered Fluttershy tackle the fleeing creature and pin it to the ground
> She manages to tie up the hind legs by the time you get there, Cheerilee wisely hanging back
"Quite the catch there."
> Fluttershy looks up in surprise
> "Yes? Oh, Anonymous. Yes, he is a good catch, isn't he? Yes you are!"
> The timberwolf whimpers
> Better you than me, bud
> Cheerilee cautiously approaches
> "That looks dangerous. Surely you aren't planning on keeping it with your other animals?"
> Fluttershy suddenly looks a bit more nervous
> "Oh no, just around some nice predators who can teach it all about how much better things can be with me. I'm sure I can make him come inside."
> Cheerilee looks impressed, but her teaching reflexes take over
> "Did you mean you can make him come around? Such as to your point of view?"
> "Ah, yes. That is definitely what I meant. No other meanings."
> That reminds you
"Hey Fluttershy, would you like to join the innuendo club?"
> The schoolteacher chokes on air
> Fluttershy tilts her head
> "What's that?"
"It's a club for talking about sex while not saying sex words."
> Fluttershy beams
> "Oh that sounds wonderful, I really need to practice that."
"Great! I'll let you know about locations and times when I figure them out."
> The pegasus nods
> "Good boy. Now, if you will excuse me, if you want to, I'll just be taking this doggy home."
"Right. See you later!"
> She flies off, her catch held secure in her hooves
> Cheerilee looks at you with a certain amount of disapproval
> "Innuendo club? Really?"
> You shrug
"Celestia's idea. Royalty, am I right?"
> She lets out a nervous chuckle
> "Royalty, yeah."
> You walk along in silence
> ...
> "Who's in so far?"
> Heh
"Me, Celestia, the Mayor, and now Butterfry."
> She is about to correct you, but then she catches the smirk on your face
> She rolls her eyes instead
"Thinking about joining yourself?"
> "Hardly. I would like the final member roster, it would be good to have a list of the immature perverts in town."
"I can hardly wait to tell the princess what you called her."
> Cheerilee huffs
> "If the horseshoe fits..."
"Fair enough."
 
> You spy Applejack just off the path to the family house
> You give her wave
"Good afternoon! Apples ripening alright?"
> She looks at you and Cheerilee, unsure of how to respond
> "Here'n there. Can ah help y'all with something? Anything at all?"
"We were actually hoping to talk to your brother. Do you know where he might be?"
> Applejack squints into the distance
> "Ah reckon he's down in the north fields, row 39 or so. Ah'll be around here if you want me for anything. Anything at all."
> Welp
"Thank you kindly, Applejack."
> You set off to the north
> The teacher pony gives you a knowing look
> "She was very helpful."
> You shrug
"There are a lot of good ponies here in Ponyville."
> Cheerilee hums in amusement
> "Anything at all, she said. Twice, I do believe."
"Southern hospitality."
> That's still a thing, right?
> "I'd say she was feeling quite hospitable, in a southern sort of way."
"Why, Ms. Cheerilee, are you sure you wouldn't like to join a certain club?"
> You can tell she's having fun teasing you
> "Quite. It's beginning to sound less like a club, and more like a harem. Are you by chance, a Saddle Arabian?"
"I'm sure I'll find some stallions with a taste for double meanings, especially with you acting as bait."
> "A taste for double meanings? I didn't know you swung that way too."
> All these apples are faking you out
> Each time you glimpse a patch of red, your dumb eyes jump to the wrong conclusion
> In the mean time,
"I'm just following the example of our sunny ruler."
> ...
> "Really?"
> "I watched her eat out another mare."
> Cheerilee bites her lip
> "Damn. Did she have a long tongue?"
> Even school teachers have needs, you suppose
"It felt pretty long to me."
> She actually stops in her tracks
> You look back
"Coming?"
> "Since I begun to gain an understanding of your nature, I must ask. Were you a mare at the time?"
"Nope!"
> "Right. Okay. Well, yes, let us go on and find Big Mac."
> You eventually find him bucking halfway down a row
"Hey, Big Mac! How goes it?"
> He looks up
> "Hello, Anon, Ms. Cheerilee. It's going alright."
> You get within a comfortable speaking distance
> Cheerilee smiles
> "It's been a while, hasn't it? I must say, you are looking well."
> "Eyup, and likewise."
> Huh, you're getting some third wheel vibes here
> Cheerilee picks up on that too, and coughs nervously
> "Mac, Anon here wants to ask you something."
> He turns to you expectantly
> How to go about this...
"You know Luna?"
> He nods
> "Ah know of her."
"Right, so I had...noticed that she doesn't really have much in the way of informal associations. Since you are so polite and dependable, I thought you would be a good friend for her?"
> He blinks
> "That's your question?"
"Yes."
> Big Mac rubs his chin and glances at Cheerilee
> "Ah might not be the best for it. Some might say Ah'm not around enough."
> Cheerilee winces
"I...don't think that will be a problem. The princesses are generally pretty busy, so you might end up meeting only once every other day or so. At any rate, think about it. I'll be talking to some other ponies, but I figured you'd have the best shot."
> He nods at that
> "Ah'll keep that in mind. Well, I'd best get back to buckin', unless there's somethin' else?"
"I'll let you get to that."
> Cheerilee offers a half smile
> "I'll see you around."
> He nods at that, and goes back to the tree he was working on
> As you walk away, you notice Cheerilee shaking her head and sighing
"Sorry about that."
> She shakes her head again
> "It's not your fault. It's just, when I see him, I remember all the good timesfrom when we were together, and I have to remind myself why we broke up."
"That's rough."
> You have to admit, your sympathetic vocabulary is rather sparse
> Cheerilee sighs again
> "You said it."
> The two of you walk along in silence for a little while
> The teacher looks up at the sun
> "It'll be pretty late by the time we get back. Looks like you'll be on your own for the evening, so give Applejack my regards."
> With that she gallops off
"Good night!"
> She gives you a wave, then vanishes behind the next hill in the road
> There goes a complicated mare
> You walk along the path between the apple trees, just taking in the relaxing air
"Life is like a box of chocolates, you know?"
> The leaves rustle in the wind
"If you take too much, you'll regret it later,"
> You're getting closer to the Apple family house
"And there's always one that has coconut or something inside that you know someone has to like, but that someone is not you, so you spit that bit out."
> You aren't really sure where you are going with this
> Neither is Applejack
> She stands frozen, right before she was going to buck the tree
> You have a nice view of her plot, her tail raised in preparation for the kick
> She stares resolutely away, her legs trembling in...fear? Arousal?
> Probably both
> "Are you gonna spit me, uh, in?"
"What is that even supposed to mean?"
> "Ah don't know, you was the one talkin' about spittin'!"
> ...
"Look, I refuse to sexualize a mangled Forrest Gump reference."
> She finally turns her head and glares at you
> "Ah don't care about no forest stump, go an' sexualify me!"
"Sexualize?"
> You may or may not be a terrible person
> She rubs her face with a hoof
> "Ah been waitin' nice and patient like for you and that schoolteacher hussy to get done talkin' to mah brother, and-"
"Hussy?"
> She narrows her eyes
> "Ah trust her with kids, not mah brother. Ah only let her by on account of you playin' chaperone. Ah appreciate that, and how you sent her a thinkin' about what she's done. That's why ah want you to rape me, right here, right now. You earned it."
> This is so messed up
> She walks around and leans her forehooves high up on the trunk of the tree, turning her back to you
> "Now take me like a dirty, no good, lyin', two bit, snaggletoothed, stupid whore."
> How can you deny so polite an invitation?
> You slip out of your clothes and come up behind her
> You trail your fingers across her taut flanks, your erect member pressing against the valley between her thighs
"You know,"
> You whisper,
"Miss Cheerilee told me to give you her regards."
> You slide one hand up her side, then her neck
> She shivers at the touch
> You turn her head towards you, knocking off her hat in the process
"This is from her."
> You lean down and kiss her lips, your tongue prying and prodding at her sealed mouth
> Your other hand slides over her hip and down, down to her dripping marehood
> She makes a muffled sound of protest
> You take advantage of the distraction and push your tongue past her lips, reveling in her frantic attempts to push it back out
> You slowly push your cock through her clenched thighs
> She whimpers at the sensation, her mouth going slack
> You spend a few moments exploring every inch of her mouth, rolling her limp tongue about
> She doesn't react, except for shifting her thighs back and forth, giving your cock a velvety massage
> You break the kiss
"Not much resistance once you have a dick between your legs, huh?"
> She looks away and leans her head against the tree
> "Ah'm not a loose mare!"
"Oh, I agree."
> You grab her hips and align yourself
> Applejack's breath hitches
> You thrust into her warm pussy, leaning close to whisper,
"You're a very tight mare."
> She shudders
> You get a rhythm going, keeping one hand on her hip for stability
> Your other hand wanders, sliding along her belly, gripping her throat for a short moment
> She lets out a low keening, and her vagina spasms
"I think you and Fluttershy would get along great in bed. You're just a stupid animal, aren't you?"
> You can see her grin, before she covers it up with a grimace
> "Ah ain't-"
> You hilt, grinding your pelvis against her firm ass
> She collapses against the tree, panting
> "Ah ain't, oh Sun and Moon, Ah ain't a r-ruttin' animal!"
> You cover her mouth with one hand, your middle finger dipping between her lips and getting wet with saliva
"Really? Now, why are you jealous of our nice friend Cheerilee?"
> She stiffens beneath you, her winking pussy clenching around you
"Why would you envy rolling in the hay with Big Mac? Do you wish this was Big Mac raping you right now? Are you that much of an animal, that you just want the biggest cock inside you?"
> You remove your hand from her mouth and wipe it off on her jiggling ass
> Applejack tries to push her chest off from the tree, but your well timed thrusts are complicating matters
> Finally she manages to lock her front legs straight against the tree, her breathing smoothing out somewhat
> "Don't tell no one you here? Ah'll do anything you want."
> You pause in mid thrust
"Anything?"
> She looks you straight in the eye
> "This ain't even mah rape fet-thing a talkin', Ah don't want no pony to know Ah got urges 'bout Big Mac."
"Understood."
> She nods firmly
> "Good. 'Course, if'n you want to work that into the whole rape scenario, Ah won't complain none."
> She blushes at that
"Which, the Big Mac thing or the you'll do anything thing?"
> She chews her lip
> "You can pretend to be Big Mac when we're in private, where no one even has a chance a hearin'. You can extort me anywhere, though."
> You resume thrusting, marveling at the sight of her booty rippling with each pound
"So I could tell you suck my dick in front of all your friends?"
> She clenches at that
> "You'd best have a good explanation ready, but..."
> She looks down at the damp spot in the dirt below her marehood
> "Ah'd choke on your cock in front of the whole town if it meant keepin' mah secret."
> You pet her mane gently, feeling something stirring in your loins
"Your secret is safe with me. Your body might not be, though."
> She grins at that, then turns away
> "P-please, treat me kindly."
> You lean in to nip at her ear, noticing as you do, how her legs are trembling and her breathing is coming faster than before
"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Such a slutty little farmpony."
> She shudders, grinding her ass against you
> "F-fuck..."
> Oh, she's close
"Name it after me, you shameless cum dumpster."
> Applejack's eyes roll back in her head as her pussy pulses and writhes around your rod
> She whimpers unintelligible syllables, begging for your release
> You clench your teeth as all the tension of the afternoon transmutes into unspeakable bliss
> There's nothing in the world except you, Applejack, and your body's desperate attempt at filling her with every drop of your semen
> She slumps down to the ground, cum falling from your dick onto her twitching flank
> You wearily wipe off your cock with her tail, her eye tracking your every movement
> That done, you slowly put on your clothes, then sit down in the dirt
> Applejack chuckles
> "Mighty finicky for a stallion as just rutted a mare."
> You shrug
"There's sexy dirty, and there's soil dirty."
> She rolls over, grinding her cum stained flank into the dirt with a grin
> "And now Ah'm both!"
> You have to laugh at that, and she's not long behind
> The sky is a vibrant orange by the time the two of you recover
> You pat her cheek fondly
"It's been fun, but I got to go home. Take care of yourself, now."
> She tips her hat
> "You too. And remember, any thing you want."
> You nod
"I'll keep that in mind. Oh, and would you like to be part of the innuendo club? It's not as blatant as you are, but..."
> She tilts her head
> "You want me to go somewhere you and others talk about ruttin' in thin little lies?"
> Well,
> She holds her hat to her chest in longsuffering sorrow
> "The things ah do to keep mah secret."
"I wasn't- well, at any rate, I'll let you know about the meeting when I plan it."
> She puts her hat back on
> "Alright, now go on and let me see the back of you. You've done enough 'round here for today."
> You chuckle and walk away, content with a job well done
 
> You come home to find Celestia humming to herself, cooking some sort of potato soup
> You immediately feel guilty about having just had sex with another mare
> Celestia beams at you
> "Welcome home! And how was your day?"
> She approaches, and you find yourself pressing your back against the closed door
> She sniffs the air, and her eyes widen
> Your heart sinks
> "Not just the Mayor, but Applejack too? I shall have to correct this."
> Oh no
> She levitates you onto the couch and teleports your clothes away
> "It appears I shall have to mark my territory again."
> With that, she mounts you, pressing her body against yours, nuzzling against your neck
> Oh, okay
 
> Much later, after the two of you have eaten, you tell her of your recruitment efforts
> Celestia smiles in appreciation
> "It sounds like things are well in hoof. I believe I shall have some time this Tuesday, around one in the afternoon, so that can be the time of the first meeting. You said the mayor volunteered her house?"
"That she did."
> "Then it is decided."
> She rises with a sigh
> "I shall now retire to my own bed. We wouldn't want a repeat of what happened this morning, after all."
> It takes you a moment to remember what she's talking about
"Oh yeah, that would be unfortunate. Do you really think she'll be back though?"
> Celestia nods somberly
> "She is a mare of her word. Her stubbornness in that way is both endearing and rather irritating."
> Huh
"I guess I can respect that. Well, goodnight Celestia."
> "Sweet dreams, Anon."
> She vanishes, and you shake your head
"After a day like today? It's inevitable."
> The empty house says nothing
> You wake up earlier than you expected
> The house is quiet
> You lay in bed, trying to imagine how Luna will be
> You just don't know
> You groan, wishing you could sleep in, but your bladder is making demands and your mind won't stop spinning uselessly
> First things first
> After your skip to the loo, you light a small cooking fire
> With the early morning bird song and the smell of smoke, you are reminded of when you used to go camping
> You relax, only half paying attention to the frying eggs
> Cheese soon follows, as well as toast
> You are halfway through your breakfast, when Luna cautiously opens your door
> "Ah, the morning finds thee well, Anonymous. Prythee, wherefore hath Celestia hidden herself?"
> You shrug
"I don't know. She thought it would be best if she didn't stay the night, so she's probably in her normal bed."
> Luna steps into the house and closes the door behind her
> You didn't get a good look the first time, but now you can appreciate the terms of the punishment
> The maid uniform is tight fitting, especially with Luna's tail stuffed up the back
> The skirt barely covers her hindquarters, leaving just a hint of a curve where her thigh connects to her rear
> "I...did not mean to obstruct thy rooster."
> ...
"Cockblock, you mean?"
> She blushes
> "Yes, c-, ah, intervene in thy trysting."
> She looks around your home
> "Permit me, therefore, to wash thy dishes."
"Uh, sure?"
> They had sort of piled up from last night
> She strides over to the sink, her skirt shifting back and forth with the play of her muscles
> Nice
> You finish your breakfast while watching her shift her weight while she works
> You bring the plate over to her, and she tenses at your nearness
> "Proceed, Anonymous. It is given to you to gaze upon my..."
"Your what?"
> She blushes and looks away
> It comes out as a whisper
> "My marehood."
"Thank you."
> She glares at you, but it lacks conviction
> "It is a penance, not a favor!"
> Your hand gently lifts her skirt, letting the hem drag across her pert ass
> She shudders
"Nevertheless, you offered it without prompting just now, and I thank you for the gesture."
> She glares down at the dishes, perhaps scrubbing harder than is strictly necessary
> "Courtesy doth not hide the perversity of thy interest. Gaze, then, Anon. I cannot prevent thee."
"As you wish."
> You ignore her growl, and step back to enjoy the view
> Such round cheeks, that puckered hole, and
"You're wet?"
> A pan clatters in the sink
> "Th-thou art mistaken. 'Tis a trick of the light, nothing more."
> You look closer
> Her slit is definitely glistening
> Your breath blows across her marehood, and it winks
"You just winked."
> You straighten up to see her give you a baleful glare
> "If thou must know, betwixt Loyalty's and thine abode, I visited the dreams of certain ponies in town. I shall not say more, as we are both acquainted with worldly things."
"I understand. One of the dangers and perks of your job, I guess."
> "Indeed."
> You step back and scratch your head
> To be honest, you didn't really think about how much work a pony could do in an hour
"So, I'm going to take a shower. I'll leave it up to you what to clean while I'm in there."
> She wipes her hooves on a towel and nods
> You walk over to your bathroom, one of the few places where you are fully modern
> Hot running water is not to be gone without
> You turn to close the door behind you, but Luna is in the way
"Um, why are you following me?"
> Luna frowns
> "Dost thou not remember the terms of mine punishment? For this hour, I am thy maid, to wake thee, to feed thee, to clean after thee, and to cleanse thee."
> Blue magic quickly pulls your clothes off, her uniform as well
> She tries to look you in the eye, but she keeps glancing down at your boner
> "Unleash the waters, and permit me to preform thy ablutions."
> Clock guy might've been right about Luna
> You turn on the water, waiting until it gets to a comfortable heat, and step under the spray
> Out of the corner of your eye, you see Luna apply some soap to one of her hooves
> Then you stagger as she hooks a hoof over your left shoulder, her other one rubbing slippery circles into your back
"Whoa there! I almost fell just now."
> Her mild voice comes from a few inches behind your right ear
> "I beg thy pardon, I had thought only to steady thee against my ministrations."
> You suspect she might be getting revenge for earlier
> Her hoof circles lower and lower, until
"Are you groping my ass?"
> You can feel the heat of her blush, her face close to your neck
> "Though it seemeth irregular, rest assured I am but mirroring the protocol of mine own maid."
"Your maid gropes your butt?"
> "She hath an indifferent touch, and doth not linger indecorously."
> ...
"You're kinda lingering right now."
> "I ask thy pardon again."
> She puts some more soap on her scrubbing hoof and starts to work on the backs of your legs
> When she reaches the bottom, she removes her hoof from your shoulder and steps back
> "Wouldst thou turn to face me?"
> You comply, and she rears up and hooks her hoof onto your right shoulder
> This brings her head awfully close to yours as she sets to scrubbing again
> She focuses entirely on her soapy hoof as she works down your arm
> She tries to scrub your hand, and you grasp her hoof
> Luna looks up at you with a persistent blush on her face
> "Shall I continue, or hath mine efforts been unsatisfactory?"
> You had meant to tease her, but...
"Please, continue."
> She gives you a shy smile, and sets to sudsing up your chest
> You notice she is having a harder time focusing on her duties, with your throbbing erection right in front of her
> You have to admit, all this groping and hanging about has gotten you rather sensitive
> You may have sneaked some strokes when she was working on your ass
> Luna finishes your other arm, and settles down on all fours
> She doesn't bother looking away now, and her face is quite flushed
> "Even this...falls under my duties."
"Um, Luna?"
> She soaps up both of her front hooves and takes a deep breath
> Then she jerkily strokes your cock, trying to coat in soap as quickly as possible
> She leans her head forward intently, her hot breath caressing your aching erection
> You groan as her hooves make one more coordinated stroke
> Hot cum spurts out, hitting her forehead, then her open mouth, then onto her frozen hooves
> She stares at your cock, her eye closing as some of your jizz drips down from her forehead
> She swallows unconsciously, and you barely resist the urge to shove your penis into her mouth
> She lowers her hooves and darts around you, frantically trying to wash the sticky stuff off
"Here, let me get that for you."
> You grab a washcloth and pour some soap on it
> She stills as you begin wiping off your cum from her face, and somehow that turns you on even more
> Luna offers you her hooves, not meeting your eyes as you clean them too
> The two of you stand silently under the hot water for some time
> "I did not mean-"
"It was just an-"
> You motion for her to go first
> She clears her throat
> "I shall leave the cleaning of that area to thee next time."
"Next time? I mean, yes, that might be for the best."
> She rustles her wings gently
> "Thou mayest order me away, if thou desirest."
"What? Why?"
> She looks up at you, an unidentifiable expression on her face
> "Twilight hath informed me of human etiquette and culture. Thou hast taken Celestia to be thy waifu, and verily I hath just entiared her from thee... Or entiared thee with me? Verily, entiarance hath occurred."
> It seems Twilight didn't explain things all that well
> Not that you can blame her exactly
"Luna, I am Celestia's consort. I have already rutted two mares with her knowledge and approval. At this point, an accidental hoofjob doesn't bother her or me. All I want to know right now is, what does this mean to you? You sorta panicked back there."
> Luna sits down on her haunches
> "Consort? And who hath thou rutted?"
> You casually turn off the water, watching her carefully
"Mayor Mare and Applejack."
> "And she did approve?"
"Yes."
> Luna rubs her chin, absentmindedly licking her lips
> "Hast thou rutted a mare before them and her?"
"I'm afraid not."
> She nods, as if you just confirmed her suspicions
> "I shall have to think upon this situation. Wilt thou grant me leave to do so?"
"Sure?"
> She vanishes in a blue flash
> As you dry yourself off with a towel you mutter,
"What was that about?"
 
> You decide it doesn't really matter
> The morning is spent carving
> You figure that if you lived on the sale of these things before, it should only be easier, especially because ponies can now commission things from you
> Clothes washing...is one of the things you can't afford to modernize
> Most ponies make do with soap and water
> The ones that wear enough clothing for washing to take a while, usually use a dry cleaning-like service
> Thoses services aren't especially cheap either, so you just tough it out
> As such, it is early afternoon by the time you have washed and hung out to fry most of your weekly clothes
> You fasten the last of your socks when an envelope flutters down from above
> You look up to see Derpy salute, then stagger across the sky back to town
> The envelope is addressed to you, and you suspect handwriting, (hoofwriting?) that fancy could only belong to one of a few ponies
> The letter confirms your suspicions
> Although honestly, why couldn't Rarity just give you the outfit in person, rather than writing a letter, having it delivered, and then waiting for you to drop by
> Twenty minutes later and only halfway to town, you may have an answer
> The path is dusty, made worse by the fitful winds that raise it high into the air
> You just hope the pegasi schedule a rainy day soon
> By the time you come to the boutique, you are officially tired of making this trip every day for the past few days
> You sigh, and open the door
> There is a humanoid mannequin in a black dress with a green sash and embroidery
> Rarity motions you closer
> "What do you think, darling? It's quite revolutionary if I say so myself."
> You approach
"It's a dress. I mean, it'd be fine I guess if I was a woman, but-"
> "Really, Anonymous. It is clearly a robe, and a stately one at that. But more than that, I had to have Twilight help me with-"
> The doors open, this time to admit Luna
> She nods in satisfaction
> "Thou art to be congratulated, Generosity. Thou hast anticipated my wishes, and prepared a suitable robe Anonymous."
> She turns to you
> "Anonymous, wilt thou be my consort?"
> Rarity faints
> You just gaze at Luna skeptically
"I'm already Celestia's consort. I really-"
> Rarity revives
> "She made you her consort? You really must tell me all about it~!"
> Luna clears her throat
> Rarity grins sheepishly
> "Pardon me, please continue, Princess Luna."
> Luna fixes you with a resolute stare
> "Thou art not the first nor the last consort to be in the service of two ponies. I cannot command thee in this, but thou wilt find I would be quite appreciative if thou dost accept."
> You hold up your hands, signalling for her to slow down
"This is really sudden. I mean, a few days ago, you thought I was a rapist, then you grudgingly agreed to be my maid, and now you want a committed friends with benefits relationship?"
> Luna blushes
> "Perhaps it is not as sudden as thou believest..."
"How so?"
> She looks down at her hooves
> "That night was not the first night I watched thy dreams, nor thy actions from afar."
> You wish you could be surprised
"You were stalking me?"
> Luna shakes her head
> "Nay, I was content to be thy distant admirer, as many a pony doth admire the moon and yet never reach it. Th-then I bore witness to thy dark dream. I was at war within myself, torn by thy virtues and thy vices. I was perhaps overzealous in speaking of thee, using such language as to paint a vivid picture in the minds of thy fellow ponies."
> You suppose you did ask for an explanation, and now you're getting one
> She continues
> "I had sought to assuage my troubled mind thereby, but when thou didst confront me with my wrongdoing, I could see clearly that thou art a just man, firm of purpose and body. Willingly did I submit to thy chosen humiliations, for they were my due."
> Rarity is just eating this up, you can tell
> "What sorts of humiliations?"
> Luna seems to have just remembered that she has an audience
> Moonbutt shifts uneasily
> "Cleaning his abode and r-revealing my m- it mattereth not!"
> Rarity's brow furrows and her mouth shapes an 'm' sound
> Then she turns a shocked expression to you
> "Really?"
> You nod slightly
> Rarity hugs herself blissfully
> "Princess, do go on, I simply must know the end to this wonderful little drama!"
> Luna is rather taken aback at her enthusiasm, but she presses forward, choosing to focus on only you
> "In my service to thee and Loyalty, I did feel stirrings from within. I had thought thy choice of punishment was a show of...interest. And lo, this morning, thou didst not recoil from my touch, but thou didst fulsomely respond, caring but little for my sister, but tenderly speaking to me of my own wellbeing. I have spent my noon sleep restless and hungry not for food, but for thy gentle company. When I could not still my heart's yearning a moment longer, I resolved to come to thee and ask thee, wilt thou take this dark and lonely mare, and be her consort and friend?"
> Rarity leans forward, eager for your answer
> What should you answer be?
> On one hand, she caused a lot of trouble for you and others
> On the other hand, the situation has largely passed, and things have been...interesting, to say the least
> She is a sad and lonely mare
> You recognize a bit of yourself in that
> You sigh
"For the record, you ponies are crazy."
> Luna tilts her head
> "And what of thy answer?"
> You chuckle
"It's crazy too. Yeah, I'll be your consort as well."
> Luna squeals and rushes forward, wrapping you in a warm embrace
> Rarity dabs at her eyes with a handkerchief
> Luna pulls back, a grin on her face
> "Come, now don thy robes and let us take to the carriage!"
> Before you can say a word, blue magic pulls your shirt off and throws the black and green dress at you
> You roll your eyes as you put it on, mildly impressed at how well it fits
> You barely have a moment to compose yourself before you are whisked outside to a stately carriage pulled by four of Luna's nightguard
> You raise your eyebrows at Luna as you settle into your seat
"Wouldn't it be quicker to just teleport home?"
> Luna shakes her head
> "If that were my sole intent, we would do as thou sayest. However, I mean to display thee, dressed as thou art in my coloration. This day, the town shall know that thou and I art reconciled."
"Oh, okay. That sounds fine."
> "Indeed."
> As the carriage passes though the streets, the ponies whisper amongst themselves
> Soon a crowd follows behind, sometimes gaining members, sometimes losing them
> At first Luna is pleased at the attention, but as the trip goes onward, she becomes uneasy
> She whispers,
> "Prepare thyself, Anon."
> Then she stands up to address the crowd
> "CITIZENS OF PONYVILLE, LET IT BE KNOWN THAT WE ARE RECONCILED, HE AND I, AND THAT I DO HEREBY RETRACT MINE ACCUSATIONS OF THIS HUMAN. NOW I SHALL TAKE MY LEAVE."
 
> You appear in front of your house in a blue flash, Luna at your side
> She approaches the door with a smug smile on her face
> "There is but one more pony to notify."
> You follow her into your house
> Celestia lies in your bed, nose deep in your pillow
> She starts to get up, a sheepish smile on her face
> Luna snorts
> "Nay sister, retain thy position. I have perceived thy machinations, and Twilight hath enlightened me unto some of the perversions such as arise. Thy fetish is entiarance, is it not?"
> Celestia gazes at her in confusion
> "Do you mean entrance? It was nice of you to get Anon a white and gold robe, but I think that hardly qualifies as a grand or erotic entrance. I mean, is entrance even a fetish?"
> Luna scowls
> "Entiarance. When thou become aroused by another taking thy waifu and or husbando in carnal relations. And lo, his robes are blue and black, as a sign of fealty unto me. Is this not thy design? That I rut Anonymous, and thus assuage my pride and feed thy perversity?"
> Sunbutt blushes
> "Well, yes, that was the plan. But the robes are clearly in my colors."
> Luna frowns stubbornly
> "Blue and black."
> Celestia tilts her head in confusion
> "White and gold?"
"Green and black, actually."
> The princesses turn to you
> Luna blinks
> "Thou dost need thy eyesight examined, the body of the dress is clearly blue, and the embroidery black!"
> ...
> You take off the robes and look at them
> No, the embroidery is green...
"Maybe it's magic?"
> Celestia's horn glows for a moment, then she nods
> "Some sort of illusion, although I haven't seen anything like it. Where did you get these robes?"
"Rarity gave then to me. Come to think of it, she did mention she had to have Twilight's help..."
> The princesses look at each other and nod in understanding
> Celestia levitates it over into your dresser and shuts the drawer
> "Now where was I? Oh yes. How could you betray me for my own sister? I gave you everything, and now you force me to watch you make love to her!"
> Luna holds her head up high
> "He hath simply chosen the better mare."
> She strides towards the bed and lies down on top if her sister, beckoning you over with a motion from her wing
> "And now he shall rut me atop thee! Thou shalt feel his every thrust, delivered but a scant distance from thine own marehood!"
> Well, they are sisters, there had to be some similarities
"Hold on, let me get something."
> They gaze at you in confusion as you grab the center cushion of your couch
> You lift Luna's rear a bit and wedge it between them
> As you take off the rest of your clothes, Luna speaks
> "I appreciate thy thoughtfulness, but verily Celestia's rear is most soft and warm already."
> Celestia smiles
> "Thank you."
> "Thou art welcome. But Anonymous, why hast thou wedged this cushion betwixt she and I?"
> You pat her flanks fondly
"It has been marked by the marecum of the princess of love. If I'm going to knock you up, this will probably do it."
> Luna's eyes go wide, and her pussy winks
> You look down, and it would seem Celestia finds this interesting too
"I could take it out, if you aren't comfortable with the idea."
> Luna clamps her lower legs around Celestia, crushing the cushion between them
> "N-nay, by all means i-impregnate me whilst upon my sister."
> Celestia whimpers into the pillow, her pussy winking furiously
> It's funny, you'd think that you could just go to town, no foreplay necessary
> But no, now that you are faced with two royal flowers, you want to take your time, have some fun
> You set a hand on Luna's ass and walk to her front, dragging your fingers along her side
> Luna shivers happily
> When you reach their heads, Luna gives you a sultry look
> "Yes, Anonymous?"
> You cup her cheeks, planting a chaste kiss on her lips
> She smiles, head darting forward for more, but you hold her back
"You know, I am also Celestia's consort."
> Luna looks at you in confusion, while Celestia opens her mouth expectantly
> You stroke Luna's mane lovingly
"Won't you give Celestia some of my kisses?"
> Luna frowns unhappily
> "I shall not prevent thee from her lips."
"You misunderstand. The kisses I make with you, I would that you would make them with Celestia."
> Luna is shocked
> "She is my sister!"
> You stroke Luna's cheek coaxingly
"How bitter for her, to taste her lover on another's lips."
> Luna looks down at her sister
> Celestia gazes up with pleading eyes
> Luna sighs
> "Very well."
> She lowers her head and pecks sunbutt on the lips
> Moonbutt looks at you expectantly
"Very good. I think you deserve a reward."
> With that, you lift Luna's chin and kiss her passionately, your lips surging against hers
> With your free hand, you lightly trace the spiral of moonbutt's horn, and she moans, her tongue desperately pushing past your lips
> Your tongue writhes against her fevered efforts and your hand strokes her horn more firmly
> Luna's body rocks gently as she humps the cushion and her sister, completely at the mercy of the hornjob you're giving her
> You stroke her horn rapidly, exulting in her uncoordinated kissing and in Celestia's plight as the object of her sister's humping
> Meanwhile, sunbutt gently suckles on your erection, her eyes downcast
> Luna arches her neck in ecstasy, breaking the kiss
> "BY THE STARS, YES! OH YES!"
> As she comes down from her orgasm, she looks down
> "Sister!"
> Celestia daintily lets your cock fall from her mouth
> "Yes?"
"Oh, that's right, you should give her a kiss like that too."
> Luna's jaw drops
> You pat her cheek and head towards her rear
"Don't forget the hornjob part."
> "I, but- you, and-"
> You notice Luna's marecum has dripped down onto Celestia's tail and ass
"I'll just get started back here while you think about it."
> You spread Luna's cheeks wide, her winking marehood on full display
> With a happy sigh, you sink your dick into her moist depths
> Her hooves paw at the bed as her breath hitches
> You start with a slow rhythm, your hands rubbing circles into her plump flanks
> "B-be grateful, sister, for this t-taste."
> You lean to the side and glimpse their kiss, Luna's eyes shut tight
> Celestia catches you looking and winks
> You give her a thumbs up, and return to plowing her sister
> That little scene already got your pretty hard,
> The mares begin to moan, bands of magic flickering along each other's horn
> But now you're diamonds
> You grab Luna's tail for leverage, pounding her pussy with fervor
> Your other hand digs at Celestia's ass, kneading the pale, soft flesh
> The bed creaks from the motion of two full grown mares' bucking hips
> The sound is joined by the increased whimpers and moans of the sisters, and your own grunts of exertion
> Celestia breaks first, head hung low as she stains your bed sheets with her cum
> "Luna, you whore!"
> Luna grins in triumph, her eyes rolling back in her head
> "I have stolen thy coltfriend! At last!"
> She clenches around you, her marehood desperately milking your cock
> She gazes at you over her shoulder
> "Fill my womb!"
> Fuck
> You thrust into her, shooting once
> With titanic restraint, you pull out, then thrust in again, letting one more rope of semen out
> You pull out again, and let your knees buckle
> Luna stares at you in concern, but you take this opportunity to thrust into Celestia's pussy, emptying the rest of your balls into her unsuspecting depths
> Her breath hitches, then continues normally
"Sorry, I got a little weak in the knees. You got one hell of a pussy, Luna."
> With that, you stuff your cock inside Moonbutt once more, letting it slowly soften inside her
> Luna smiles at that
> "Didst thou hear sister? He prefers my marehood to thine!"
> Celestia glances at you out of the corner of her eye
> "So I hear. Congratulations."
 
> It takes a little while to disassemble the marepile, and even after there is a fair amount of butt grabbing all around
> Celestia eyes the clock
> "Oh Luna, court will be resuming soon. You might want to go soon."
> Moonbutt looks up from where she was nuzzling your neck
> "Ah, I thank thee, sister. Anonymous, I must go, but thou shalt see me in thy dreams."
"Have fun storming the castle!"
> She grins and teleports away
> Celestia looks at you speculatively
> "Not that I'm complaining, but why did you impregnate me as well? We could have had out own tryst some other time."
> You hug her neck, sighing at the calming scent of vanilla
"Throughout this whole affair, you were the only one to see me for who I am. You have been a good support, and have helped me be motivated to go out and talk to ponies. I know one of your fetishes is this whole cuckoldry thing, but I wanted to give you a sign that you mean a lot to me."
> Celestia holds you tight, sighing happily
> "Thank you, Anon. You have helped me see the new in old things, and made my time that much more worthwhile."
> She giggles
"What?"
> "Now I have your batter in my belly, Anon."
> You roll your eyes, and smile
> You would never have dreamed that your life would end up this way
> Maybe that's why it came true