>What is this?
>Why is this a thing?
>Are you going to-
>You fell into a fast and deep sleep that night.
>Cuddling your doll close, the plush posterior kept your nose warm in the cool night air.
>You dreamt of a golden field enclosed by a brick wall
>You were crawling low to the ground
>Avoiding the eyes of frogs, as well as a single hawk
>In the garden, sat a golden orb
>And when you tried to approach it, the thicket grew
>You saw the hawk fall
>And the frogs leap to their comrade
>The thicket parted
>And you approached the orb
>A cold white light shone on you
>It sent shivers down your spine
>Something called out...
>Then you woke up.
>You sit up in your bed and smack your lips
>The sound of running water and horrible singing emanates from the shower
>That must be Griz
>You look around the room, checking for Mom
>Seems she beat you out of the room again this morning
>You find the note she left on her pillow and begin to read
>"Sorry for missing ya Quickie, but I gotta take care of some things at the castle. Go ahead and have some brekkie. I'll put it on your tab."
>Geeze, thanks for the 'treat'
>The shower turns off, and Griz walks out, towel wrapped around his head
>"'Sup dude! You ready to head out?"
>You quickly check your inventory and options.
>Currently, the Cupcake, Box Scroll, and Bear Trap are stored safely in the room.
>What's your plan this morning?
>You retreive the cupcake
"Soon, my love"
>"Get a room"
"Already got one- Hey, what's that?"
>Griz looks down, towel dripping water on his back
>"...My butt? Dude, that's kinda-"
"No, you dingaloid, THAT!"
>You point a hoof to the card Griz is seated on and yank it out from under him
>On the front reads "SCHEDULE" in large black text
>You flip it over, revealing a play by play of the day's schedule
>Free Lounge on the Castle Promenade
>Lunch (Sandwich Day)
>Delegate Tea Time with Princess Celestia
>Main Street Wardrobe Blowout
>Dinner (Shabu Shabu)
>Story Time with Princess Cadance
>Because of your efforts last night to go to bed early like a good little colt, you feel completely refreshed!
>You'll be able to do much more today!
>But what would you like to do?
>You brush your teeth and perform your morning ritual
>After much deliberation, you and Griz decide to head downstairs to the Diner.
>Upon arriving you notice that the guard count has decreased significantly since the previous night.
>There is however still a problem
>Dead center in the lobby of the Hotel, there appears to be a group of Centurions.
>As you walk into the diner, you notice each one head into a different section of the hotel.
>Including the Diner itself.
>You motion towards Griz to wear his hat lower, and he obliges.
>As you move through the diner towards your seat, you spot a few familiar faces getting their morning meals prepared.
>You see Icee is getting a cup of orange juice
>Shelly is carring a large croissant with a pleased look on her face
>And Orrie is at a table, enjoying some waffles.
>Would you like to sit with anypony today, or would you like to sit with just Griz?
Who's most likely to know why the Centurions haven't already busted Griz's door down? (It's not like he made any effort to hide his appearance. Hell, he was wearing the same hat he's been using to hide his face!) Someone may be running, or have run, interference on our behalf, and it behooves us to find out who.
this is shit tons better then my thread!
>You pass by Shelly, and call out to her, interrupting her humming
“Good Morning Shelly!”
>She snaps out of her stupor, almost dropping her croissant
>”Oh! Morning Quickie. Sleep well?”
“Oh yeah, sure. But I guess I’m still a bit tired.”
>”Huh? Why’s that?”
“Not sure,” you lead, a small grin spreading across your face
“…Guess it’s from me running through your mind all morning, huh”
>She stares at you a moment before bursting into a fit of giggles
>Sighing in satisfaction, she then replies quickly
>”No, I don’t think so. I think it’s cause you stayed up all night thinking of that line!”
>The two of you share a laugh
“Well, I gotta meet with Griz and some ponies, see you around?”
>”Oh sure! You can always sit with us if you want to, Quickie.”
“Noted!” you call back, waving her goodbye for now.
>You make your way to where Orrie was sitting
>Upon arriving, she extends her hoof, waffled dangling from her mouth
>You meet hers with your own, causing a loud CLACK to sound through the diner
>Highfiving a rock hurts, but she earned it with yesterday’s performance.
>She swallows hard, clearing her mouth for what comes next
>”Quickie, I gotta talk to you about the Centurions!”
“Yeah, I wanted to-“
>”No! I think somepony is helping us on the inside!”
“What makes you say that?”
>”Why do you think Griz hasn’t been caught yet?”
>”Don’t answer that. In any case, the Guard has been issuing more units as patrols because they’ve been getting knocked out or hurt. If you take out too many of them or make too big of a hoofprint, the security will only get tighter.”
“Alright, we’ll keep an eye out and stay safe. You stay safe too, Orrie!”
>”Don’t worry, I’m pretty clean as of right now. Apparently, nopony saw my face, and my dad is currently having a bit of a breakdown for some reason. It’s kinda weird, but I’m not complaining. Did you want to talk about anything else?”
"We're going after Celestia next. You think anyone would want to help us with that?"
>Orrie thinks for a moment before wincing slightly
>"I... Honestly don;t know anypony that well. Sorry Quickie."
>Her eyes go wide and she bangs the table while yelling "AHA!"
"Inside voice, Orrie."
>"Sorry. But I figured out how to help you a bit!"
"I can tell you about the heavy units patrolling the areas."
Earth Pony guards that are resistant to many forms of attack both on the body and mind. They particularly like sweets and tend to have short memory spans.
Pegasus Pony Guards that are quick and agile in the air. Extremely good vision and tracking, but they tend to be deathly afraid of creepy crawlies.
Unicorn Pony Guards that are magically gifted and efficient with their spells. They have unparalleled range. They have acute senses, but tend to be very slow on foot.
>"Does that help?"
"It certainly might. We're gonna go sit with Shelly now, okay?"
>"Go for it, I'm gonna wait here for Grillby and Rai to get up, those lazy bums. Talk to you later?"
>With your goodbyes given, you and Griz set off towards Shelly's table.
>As you come into veiw you note that Mr. Iceon is missing.
"Hey Shelly. Hey Hothead."
>You turn to Dawn
>She slowly swallows and stares you down.
>"Hey Quickie! Came to sit with us, huh?"
>She grabs a few chairs with her magic and scooches them over.
>"Take a seat! So what's going on today with you guys? I hope you guys are planning on getting your work done, like us."
>How shall we respond?
Our group was supposed to find out what the summit was about
Shells group has to learn about the royal guard
And orries group has to talk to the castle staff about upkeep or something
W might be able to talk to Celestia tonight, but meeting Luna is tomorrow.
Get in real close with Shelly. Like, sides touching close and ask what's going on on her side of things.
"Well, we have to talk to the Princesses themselves about the Summit."
>"Oooh! That's a tough one. They barely get any time to talk, too."
"We'll find a way. Also,"
>You scooch in next to Shelly, looking in her eyes
"We've been real busy all day, actually. You hear about the Royal Guard meet n' greet?"
>She leans back slightly and lets ouf a nervous half giggle
>"Uh.... No? We were supposed to do that first, but we were told to go back to our rooms. I was hoping to talk to Shining Armor today. Why? Did something happen?"
>Griz chokes a bit on his drink
"Uhhh... Well I mean, I guess the odds for you getting an interview with him is going to be astronomical."
>She stops chewing
>"That's an.... odd turn of phrase, Quickie."
>Dawn, who had been quietly sitting and eating a bowl of cereal swallows harder than she was before.
>"It was you, wasn't it."
>You direct your attention to her
>"You sent Shining Armor on a low orbit."
"Th-That's crazy talk! I can't do that, I'm not strong enough."
>"But you were involved. He hat to have been hit on the butt. And you've been touching butts."
>What the heck?
>Isn't she supposed to be a dumb brute?
>"I don't know who helped you, but you ruined out homework assignment.
>Shelly looks at you in shock
>"Quickie! Is this true?! How could you!?"
>Griz cant help but respond with a bubbly
>"Well first, he took his hooves an-"
"Can it, Griz!"
"Listen, yeah I had a hoof in it, but I didn't touch his butt, honest!"
>Dawn relents slightly.
>"Who did, then?"
"I mean it was Orrie, but-"
>Dawn gets out of her chair abrubtly and swings around
>Shelly calls out ot her, "Dawn! Wait, okay!?"
>Shelly can't help but groan at this new development
>"Ahh... Either way... We need to get our work done, and now it's going to be super hard..."
"Well... Are you going to the Princess's Tea Time today?
>"Huh? Uh... No, I didn't plan on it today. Why?"
"Well, I mean..."
>What should we say?
If your assignment is to just research the Royal Guard, that's easy. There are a ton of them going around. Celestia's Tea Time could probably be the better times for both of us to get our work done. Would you like to come with?
Maybe a movie and dinner together after?
"...I thought you'd want to come along, you know. Hang out, maybe?"
>"Aww! That's sweet, Quickie! Consider we don't have any hope of completing the assignment now though, I dunno..."
"You could always just use it as a breather. It's not good to dwell on the bad stuff so long. You should take a bit of a break, and when you come back to it, you'll feel WAY better."
>"You really think that Quickie?"
"Besides, I think you can find a personal guard of Celestia's to talk to if you;re lucky. That's got to count for something, right?"
>At this revelation, she smiles at you
>"That's right, huh? Alrighty Quickie, it's a date!"
>Griz coughs and then asks, "What?"
>Shelly's face is overtaken by a slight blush as she stammers out a quick, "N-Not like that, though."
"We gotta head out. One last thing though, Shelly?"
"Can I get a kiss goodbye?"
>She whines in surprise
>"Wh-Whaaaat? A kiss from m-me? Quickie, I-"
>You moves smoothly forward and plant your lips firmly against hers
>A surprised moan unloads into your mouth, the vibrations tickling your tongue
>>You disengage when you hear Dawn's hooves touch down on the diner's tile
>"Dude, what the heck?!" Griz voices as you skitter away, giggling quietly to yourself.
>You crane your head back and call to her
"We should watch a movie together sometime!"
>She just has her hoof over her mouth, and her eyes fixated on the ground, fidgeting and rocking in her seat.
>You find yourself out on the promenade of the Hotel.
>Behind you is the diner, and before you is the lobby.
>You may exit to the streets of Canterlot and wander around for a bit, visit the shop and browse, or you may return to your room to rest and wait until Tea Time with Celestia.
>You may also perform any other action that is not listed previously with enough support.
>What do you do?
>The two of you set off in the direction of the Canterlot shopping strip
>Along the strip there are, like, a million shops, cafes, and clubs of all kinds
>You can go shopping for accessories, weapons, potions, anything really
>But as you are walking along, taking in all the sights, Griz can't help but awkwardly try to catch your attention
>"So.... I just wanna get this manticor out of the room sooner instead of later, but..."
>He pauses a moment, collecting his thoughts
>"What was that? With Shelly, I mean?"
>What's your response?
"What about her?"
>He cocks an eyebrow
>"I mean, why are you mackin' all over her for some reason? You weren't acting like this before the trip. Heck, you're acting like you do around Beta Wave."
>You think about it a moment
>You mentally picture Shelly
"I mean she's pretty cool. And fun. And she's cute, too!"
>"You were literally saying she was a pretty stallion like 48 hours ago, dude."
"Well, she really isn't though! She's caring, got the shiniest eyes, and she has this smell like-"
>"Alright, alright I get it."
"But maybe I don't."
>You swallow hard, not sure if you're ready to hear what Griz will say
"D-Do you like her, too?"
>"...Dude are you for real?"
"Well, I mean, I-I guess?"
>He stares at you and clenches his brow
>"No dude. I don't "like her" like her."
>He pats your back
>"Just making sure you're still focusing on the big prize here. Our sacred mission. Our pil-"
"You don't have a thing for me, do you?"
>"What?! Dude, ew, no gross, no. What? Geeze."
>You chuckle at his reaction, but Griz isn't entirely convinced
>"Man, I will take what I like, believe me."
"You sure you don't want a kiss?"
>"Don't do this dude"
"Just a little"
>You wrap your hooves around his shoulders and start making loud kissy noises as she shrieks in terror.
>You disengage before you make content, leaving the curled up griffin on the concrete.
>He gets up and brushes the dust from his cap before assuming the stance of "Listen here you little shi-"
>Then you hear a series of dull thuds, followed by a groan of pain coming from the nearby alley.
>"What was that?"
>You approach the corner
>You're pretty sure the sounds came from in there but-
>Griz elbows you and whispers
>"Yo, I think someone is getting mugged in there or something?"
>You look in to see Sickle across from a pony in a jacket of some kind
>The jacketed pony is also standing over another filly
>You can't quite see who it is
>You also can't quite hear what's going on
>"I dunno mate, this looks a bit dangerous. Maybe we should leave them be?"
>What will you do?
My sides are already fucking done.
Look in, observe the situation before making immediate judgments. If it's a bad situation, Griz has his Tranq gun. We can deal with hostiles without ever having to engage in combat.
The pain of working third shift and missing most of the fun is real.
"No, we should help them out. They are out classmates after all."
>"If you haven;t noticed, half our classmates are basket-cases, dude"
"We're not far off, Griz."
>He readjusts his hat and runs in after you, all the while muttering under his breath
>"Speak for yourself"
>The mugger looks distracted, so you sieze your opportunity
>You run forward, puffed up for defense
>You try to run into the mugger, but find yourself somewhat frozen.
>"Who is your friend, Sickle?"
>He turns and locks eyes with you
>The mugger laughs, then resumes speaking to Sickle
>"Now, you were saying?"
>Sickle's compsure somewhat broken, he starts again, with a bit of stuttering
>"R-Right. I, I uh..."
>He scratches his head
>"You're Shuffle, and I was saying uh..."
>"Out with it, boy!"
>"Right, I remember!"
>He musses his mane up a bit and hangs his head low
>Then in a voice clearly being forced deeper than his normal, he begins.
>"Wow, so that's how you get your kicks?"
>"Beating a defenseless mare in a dark, unsanitary back alley?"
>It's actually two, since Icee appears to be unconcious over on the side of the alley, and Tara looks like she's trapped under the stallion's hoof.
>"Pff, wow. How climactic."
>"I can tell you really know drama.."
>Griz leans on you ans whispers into your ear
>"What did I say? Basket-case, man."
>"Look, tonight while you're in bed, you're not gonna remember a t-
>You tune out of this little speech for now
>I mean seriously!
>What the heck is he even TALKING about?!
>Confused as you are, you look down
>The magic on your hooves begins to dissapate
>Whatever he's doing, it's breaking Shuffle's focus
>What's our plan?
>Griz jumps over you and fires a round right at Shuffle's nose.
>Which immediately is stopped inches from his muzzle
>Shuffles face beifly shows mild surprise as he says to himself
>"Oh! Neat toy you've got there, you little pest. That could have been close!"
Let him beat the shit out of Blitz while we go in to molest his butt. Check his score.
>A red aura wraps itself around Griz
>Who manages to eke out a surprised "What the h-"
>...Before getting violently slammed against the metal gutter to the side.
>Griz falls to the ground groaning and clutching his side
>You move to help him up, but Shuffle merely says in a booming voice
>A ring of magic grabs your back legs and drags you to the center of the alley.
>It's weaker than before, but you still need an edge to break his focus...
"Dude, I don't even know what's going ON here!"
>"Maybe it's better that way."
"Hey, I can be PRETTY understanding!"
>He hums to himself, mulling over your blatant lie
>You are actually going to buck his nose clean off for this
>No one hurts Griz
>"Alright, I'll give you the basics. Icee owes me money, protection money! See, if she pays me, I can keep her dollie, Ah-more-oo, safe!"
"What, she asked you for this?"
>He lughs at this
>"No, I merely convinced her through 'aggressive negotiations'"
"Ah I get it, you're a bully."
>He stamps his hoof, putting pressure on your legs.
>You're not sure if he meant to make you bow, but he certainly looked like he expected a more severe response.
>"I'm a BUSINESS PONY! Big difference!"
>He turns back to Sickle, who's horn is alight with a red aura as well.
>Shuffle flicks the hovering dart to his side, and it clatters to the asphalt anti-climatically
>"Whatever. Got anymore toys to try, you little pest? Or can I get back to my business?"
Wait.....so this guy is more Mary sue than the three class Mary sues?
You're right. Jollybux are worth ALOT. If you recall from what Jolly said earlier, she will always be within range to come to us if we need her.
You guys think the other three kids have scary parents? What happens if Jolly senses the disturbance of someone about to steal HER Jollybux from HER kid.
Although if we don't want our mom to come save us. It's obvious that Shuffle's telekinetic hold is weaker with each object he has to hold. Unless I'm reading the situation wrong, the things being held have to also be visible to him. We have some items on us that are capable of causing a distraction if used with the proper timing and planning.
Breaking open our bag of crisps into his face would momentarily obscure his vision, potentially giving Griz a split second to counter if Shuffle DOESN'T know it's coming this time. The problem is we would be sacrificing our precious crisps, and they are delicious.
The magic marker has been shown to be capable of drawing on air and being used as a belt, which means the color is solid. If he wasn't staring at us, we could draw one that was the same color as the pavement and trip/hogtie him with it, giving the others a chance to react in his moment of surprise. All ending with a massive group simultaneous butt touch that launches him into the sky.
Went a bit tl;dr there.
We could use the magic marker to draw a box around him and trap him in it.
set the colour to something so bright and garish it makes him puke. (bonus if it flickers and gives seizures)
Let's examine the parents for a minute.
-adventurer that fought an eldrich abomination.
-I don't know anything about Pen
This guy is stupid as fuck.
I don't think Chalk can really be called a "Sociopathic Killer" as her main trait. She's controlling, and ruthless, but really she has never hurt anyone who wasn't trying to hurt her or her friends.
If anything she's being built into a ruthless cult leader, but she's never killed for pleasure.
You're pointing out how she's a sociopath while saying she's not a sociopath. Killing for pleasure is a trait of psychopaths, not sociopaths. Sociopaths kill for personal gain without qualms, not just for shits and giggles.
Shooting a mugger in the head that's attacking your friend and not caring would be sociopathic. Finding a bum and getting off on beating him to death is psychopathic.
Loud up the grabby-hand with the marker, set it to black, and throw it at him, then follow-up with a punch. At the same time, have Griz try to shoot again.
Ideally, he can't focus on everything at once: something will get through to stop him.
>Griz stuggles to his feet, cursing in his dad's language.
>He cocks the hammer back on his pistol and eyes the unicorn across from you
>"Got a plan, Quickie?"
>"Well? Can I just finish my work, here?"
"Oh, no, don't let me interrupt you."
>"Ah, finally a pony that gets it. I-"
>You throw your entire inventory at him simultaneously, producing a whirling
maelstromof trinkets and baubles.
>"WHAT THE HECK?!"
>THe unicorn's magic envelops each object as tehy fly towards him, but then Griz stands up and holds his pistol with both talons, lining up his shot
>The second the unicorn catches the last object in his telekinetic grasp, Griz, fires once, sending a steel dart scremaing towards Shuffle
>Shuffle's only reaction is to duck his head, but instead of missing, the dart embest itself deep into his hor, causing the magic surrounding it to flicker and wane.
>Just the same, your back hooves are suddenly free, as is the magic on the items as they each fall to the ground
>"Wh-What did you do?!"
>He tries to use his magic, but the aura can’t sustain itself and flickers out once again.
>He tries again and again, backing up all the while
>His eyes go wide, and his breathing becomes erratic as his magic peters out for the last time.
>"Y-You can't- I don't-"
"We can. We did."
>What's your plan?
Our plan is to hope the needle is embedded deeply enough in his horn that no amount of plastic surgery will let him remove it from view, forever reminding him of the time he was beat by a foal using the strategy of 'throw shit at him'.
You mean like a... shield or barrier, perhaps?
"Griz, watch this guy. Make sure he doesn't leave."
>He crakcs his knuckles in resonse and readjusts his hat
>"I wouldn't DREAM of letting this little cyka out of my sight!"
>First, you move over to Tara.
>It looks like she's a bit bruised from a magical blast or something, but she's breathing fine
>And it honestly sounds like she might be sleeping.
>Her nose is kinda hurt too, but you do your best to set it properly.
>You wish you paid more attention to Dad's instructions on first aid.
>Still, you try your best and make it passable.
>...You may have messed up somewhere, but her breathing doesnt sound stilted or obstruted.
>But she looks... off
>Eh, it'll be fine.
>She should still probably go see the Nurse or something, later.
>You pick up Tara and carry her over to the right wall where Icee lay.
>Setting her down carefully, you get to work examining Icee herself.
>Her horn looks scuffed and burned
>A small wisp of magical energy drifts from the surface
>Likely from the same magic that was holding Sickle at bay.
>You pass a hoof over the horn, causing her to wince a bit
"Oh! Sorry Icee."
>Her eyes clench and then suddenly open
>She lets out a quiet, forceful gasp, and her horn flickers to life
>A sheild burns and pushes you away slightly as she rasps out
>She looks around frantically, and notices you, sitting next to her
>"T- Qu-Quick Fix..? What are you doing here?"
>You shrug and deadpan
"Nothin' much. Saving lives. Being a hero. You know, normal day in the life of Quick Fix!"
>She looks at you with a gaze that shares both an air of confusion and utter astonishment.
>After talking with her a bit, you find out that her doll Amoreux was stolen from her this morning.
>She thought it was a bully, not a unicorn with jamming magic.
>Sadly, she got knocked out from the attack
>But then you came
>"...And saved us. All of us. Thanks, Quick."
"Don't mention it."
>Griz is holding Shuffle by the neck
>"What about him?"
"Well, I had an idea..."
>You saunter up to the colt and eye him up
"That coat looks awful expensive. Where'd you get it?"
>"I'll have you know my dad gave this to me! It's his! He said it always made his day cozy and memorable! I kept it clean just for the occasion!"
>You place a hoof upon it, causing Shuffle to gasp
>"You... You wouldn't"
"Who are you to stop me."
>You scuff your hoof on the sleeve, causing Shuffle's jaw to drop to the ground
>"NO! My coat! Now its got a dirty spot on it! It's dty clean only!"
"Oh, it get's worse"
>You place a hoof on the chest
>"N-No please! I'm sorry! I won't do anything again! I'll pay you! I'll-"
>You scuff your hoof over the chest of the coat, leaving a muddy streak across it.
>He can only make whimpering horse noises as you muss up his coat with your hoofsies.
>"Wow, Quickie, that's pretty brutal." Icee chimes in
"Hey, don't you have a score to settle?"
>You step to the side, and Icee nods to you.
>"Indeed we do. How about it, Shuffle?"
>He gulps audibly.
>She walks over to the unicorn and a small shield appears below his neck
>"Thanks for letting us take it from here, Quickie. We owe you one." she coos
>Leave him to his fate?
"See you later, Icee!"
>You wave back at her
>And she shoots a warm smile back at you
>As you take a left out of the alley, you turn back to peek in and watch the carnage
>You can't hear when they are saying, but it can't be good, judging by Shuffle's expression worsening by the second.
>Then, at the far end of the alle,y you can see him
>He walks over and grabs Shuffle by the scruff of his neck with his magic.
>He always looks intense, but this time
>There's an undeniable opressive atmospehere around him.
>You barely make out the conversation
>>"A friend of yours, honey?"
>"I'd say he's about to be. Let's take him someplace relaxing."
>>"Be fair, Icee."
>"I ALWAYS am, Dad!"
>The group strolls out of the alley, opposite of you
>Well, hopefully a missing pony report doesnt go out by tomorrow.
>You and Griz head on over to the castle gardens, where Tea Time should be happening...
>You approach the south wall of the Castle Gardens.
>There appears to be several structures.
>The south gate, flanked by two Royal Guards.
>The south Rampart, manned by a single Paladin
>And a pegasus Guard soaring above the complex, on the west side of the south tower.
>There is also a watchtower facing West as well.
>Of course, this is only the south wall of the complex.
>How shall you proceed?
>You attempt to stroll right in
>Surely tea time is open to ALL ponies.
>Just as you approach the entrance though, a gruff voice sounds out from your left.
>You abruptly stop, causing Griz to bonk into your butt
>"Only delegates and those close to the Princess may enter! The tea time is closed to the public in light of recent events! Please present identification or remove yourself from the premises!"
"I'm... not on the premises right now?"
>The guard's focus falters slightly
>"Errr... Well, still! Halt!"
"I'm not moving?"
>He sratches his head, and the guard to your right coughs into his hoof.
>Dropping his facade, he whisperes to you
>"Kid, please. Don't make this hard. Please just listen to me?"
>Just as he finishes explaining this, the guard to your right yawns
>"Alright Private, I'm heading oiut. Hold the fort until my replacement gets here."
>The guard you were just speaking to shoots up straight and clonks his armored hoof to his armored head
>"Sir, yes, Sir!"
>With that, you put a bit of space between you and the now lone guard.
>Well now what?
Could we save the chisps?
We just need a solid enough argument to let him in.
Just tell him all about how she's our FAVORITE princess and how all our LIFE we've wanted to talk to her.
Celestia wouldn't want us turned away, would she?
>You apprach the guard again
>"Kid... Sorry but I can't just let you in. Rules are rules!"
"I know, but, I have a homework assignment for my school! I need to talk to the Princesses about the Summit!"
>"You can always wait until the third day during the public hearing?"
"Well, yeah, but I need to talk to THEM! And..."
>You feign nervousness and uncertainty
>The guard, prying further, nods his head in anticipation
"I... Kinda.... Sorta... Wanted to talk to her 'cause she's my favorite Princess, too!"
>He looks stunned at first, but then grimly reminds you
>"I'm... I'm so sorry. But I can't just let everypony in that says Celestia is their favorite."
>You look at him with your best puppy dog eyes
>"Nrgh... Okay, I'll tell you what, when my shift is over, I'll escort you in, okay?"
"Cool! When does your shift end?"
>"About an hour and a half from now."
>You can't help but pout.
>That would mean you would be jumping in at the end of the tea time.
>But guards would be off duty...
>You fish out the bag of chisps
>And the guard straightens up, upon hearing the crinkling of the bag.
>You dangle the bag enticingly
>He clutches his belly, which lets out a drawn out grumble.
>The guard can't help but whine pitifully.
"I'll give you a bag of chisps if you let me in?"
>His eyes water up
>His voice starts breaking
>What a drama queen
>"N-No matter how tired, cold..."
>He swallows hard
>"...Hungry the Guard is, we will never accept bribes! For the P-Puh-Princess!"
>A tear rolls down his cheek as he avoids your gaze.
>He's pretty desperate, but simply bribing him isn't going to work
>Griz taps your shoulder
>"You want me to knock him out?"
>You shake your head
"No way! If he wakes up the whole place goes on lockdown. Besides he has backup coming soon."
>Honestly, you just need to get past somehow...
>Or you can wait.
How have we not used the magic marker too much? What if we drew a bunch of candy around him to just drive him over the breaking point? As well as the reinforcements.
Or just draw dicks in front of his face. That's fine too
"You know what, you sound hungry anyway. Here, have the chips."
>"You- I said I can’t take bribes, kid."
"What about gifts?"
>He readjusts himself nervously
"Yeah! What if I just give it to you, and I don't walk in?"
>"I suppose gifts are... permissible."
>You open the bag and take out a chip
"Here, you deserve it. I bet your Sergeant gives you a hard time."
>He eyes you up and down and gingerly takes the chip from your hoof
>After a few cautious chews, you offer him the bag
>...Which he dives in whole-heartedly
>Within seconds, he polishes off the bag and shakes it off his muzzle
>Crumbs dropping from his nose
>He lets out a satisfied sigh before answering your previous statement.
>”He’s not harsh, just really lazy and doesn’t want to admit it. There’s no replacement coming. Not for a while anyway, kid. Just me, and you.”
“What’s your name?”
>Some time passes
>The guard is certainly looser around you, now
>He even let you try on his helmet!
>You offer him a lollipop, which he takes right into his mouth
>You pop one into yours as well.
>”My shift is almost over, and you know what? You aren’t half bad to hang around, kid.”
>He shakes himself a bit and stretches.
>”As promised, I’ll take you to the Princess, but you can’t leave my sight, got it?”
>”Did you want to know anything before I escort you in?”
"Well, I guess how big are the gardens?"
>"Not too big. Enough for the Princess to call it exercise when she takes a jog around the ramparts, though!"
>He gives you a hearty chuckle, then quickly checks over his shoulders.
>"N-Not that it isn't, eh-heh."
>”A-anyway, we divide the area up into 5 sectors when we run patrols.”
>You, Griz, and Spearhead stroll through the open gate.
>He wasn’t kidding, the gardens are a decent enough size.
>Just as he told you, there doesn’t appear to be very many patrons left.
>”I… Can’t seem to find the Princess. Eheh.”
“What’s she like?”
>”The Princess? Well…”
>He pauses a moment, and a small smile forms on his lips as he looks around the grounds.
>”She’s kind. Kinder than anypony you ever knew. In fact, think of one, right now. Got it? Even nicer than them. I swear. She’s the kind of pony that would ride out in the middle of the night to get you hot cocoa just to put a smile on your face.”
>His expression darkens
>”But… She’s also super scary when she’s serious. The kind of pony that when she gets mad, it’s like you broke her heart. Like if you took your mom’s prized plate, and broke it.”
>You’re pretty sure if Mom had a prized plate, she would have broken it herself, but you understand the sentiment.
>"Well, the Princesses are bound to be around somewhere."
>There is a Guardpony right on your butt
>You can't perform any... questionable activities with him on your tail.
>What's the plan?
"We should split up and search for h-"
>"I need to be escorting you, little one. You can;t be seen around the castle without an escort. I might get in trouble!"
>He pulls you close.
>"That's okay though, we can still move around the castle, maybe you'll see the Princess!"
>Okay, where should we start looking?
“You ever think about touching your Sergeant’s butt?”
>Spearhead responds by tumbling over in his armor
>His eyes shift over to the side
>He seems to be caught in a fantasy
>He licks his lips
>”She’s got a... Petite butt. Perky. Really she gets i- H-HEY!”
>He backs up a few steps, suddenly on the defensive.
>”I REALLY shouldn’t be telling a kid this. It’s not for your age.”
“I’m pretty mature for my age, though!”
>”E-Even so, I can’t just tell you about how I ogle the Sarge’s but- AHRG”
>He clonks his hoof against his helmet several times
>”No, we are not talking about this anymore! Nuh uh!”
>After a few more quiet moments of walking around the gardens, you strike up conversation again
“Ever get a look at the Princesses’ butt?”
>”Get to see Celestia’s every morning when she delivers announcements. Oh the things I would do to th-ah he-hey!”
>He turns to you and gives you a boop, causing you to scrunch
>”Almost got me to talk again, didn’t cha?”
>You hear a motherly giggle come from the gazebo in the center of the gardens.
>You squint, and you can see a very large pony sitting across from another smaller pony.
>The large one has a strange, flowing mane
>And the other has a straight cut
>They both seem to be horned, but you can't discern anything else from here.
>Doesn’t seem like Spearhead caught any of that, though.
>In fact, he seems to be walking slowly, distracted even.
>His eyes drifting off to some other place
>Perhaps between two moons?
>What’s the plan?
"Must suck being eye level with such a bountiful booty all the time."
>He seems to have caught on.
>Instead of a proper response, all you get is a low grunt.
>But you can totally tell
>To be tantalized by such a sweet butt
>It’s no wonder she's deified by the Guard.
>Such mass could only be achievable through godhood.
“Must feel kinda…”
>You wait for your moment
>You point out towards the Gazebo
>Spearhead’s muzzle tracks your target
>The afternoon light hits the floor in just the right way from this angle
>And illuminates the seated form of Princess Celestia in full view.
>And a gorgeous view of her backside
“Go ahead, drink it in.”
>You whisper it right into Spear’s exposed ear
>It twitches nervously
>A bead of sweat falls down his cheek and plinks off his armor
>He swallows hard, and leans forward slightly
>Then he reels back, suddenly, clapping his hoovesies against his eyes
>”N-No I can’t look at the Princess with such eyes! I-I have to protect her!”
>Is he serious?
>Incidentally, the light also happens to illuminate the pony sitting opposite of her
>It appears to be Princess Twilight…
>You take a quick peek around
>Your watchfulness pays off, revealing three guards that have yet to leave their posts.
>The first circles the sky, above the gazebo.
>The second is on the South ramparts, looking out
>The third, and final one, is currently leaning against a planter directly to the east of the Gazebo.
>What should we do?
How are you supposed to protect the Princess without looking at her? What if something horrible happened to her because you weren't watching?
Here, because we're such good pals, I'll help you out here.
And then hand him our buttoculars.
If nothing else I bet he could casually go across Twilight's vision and then get to the exit right as she leaves the gazebo, giving her the briefest glimpse of her accoster. Enough to send the guards off but not fast enough to catch him.
"What are you doing?"
>"I-I'm being a good Guard!"
"What? Are you dense or something? How are you being good?!"
>He peeks out from behind his hooves
>”Th-They told us that we can’t feel this way about the Princesses! We need to be strong, we need to-“
“You can’t FEEL like LOOKING at them? How do you protect ANYTHING?”
“Listen, I might be a kid, but I think that if you want to protect a pony, you should at least look at them.”
>”B-But I can’t do it without thinking about-“
“No… Drop those hooves mister. You have to LOOK”
>You place your hooves upon his
>He needs this
>You don’t push down hard
>Just enough to lure him into gazing upon the sun
>And once his hooves leave his face
>Boy, does he gaze upon the sun
>He gazes so hard.
>With him distracted momentarily, you fall back to Griz
“I see a certain purple princess whose booty you made red~” you sing
>”Oh boy, you think she’ll recognize me?”
“Maybe. You think you can go for a round two?”
>He cracks his knuckles and readjusts his hat
>A slick grin slides across his face as he growls
“Worse comes to worse, you can book it and make it away from the guards, right?”
>”Easily! I’m fast AND furious. Trust me, dude!”
>Good to know.
>You return to your drooling escort and get ready to rouse him from his booty-induced trance
>Currently the two alicorns are still discussing matters, and haven’t notices your party yet.
>What would you like to do?
Our key to victory here has got to be comboing this butt-touch. Wait for Griz to draw the guards away and grab our new friend. At the right moment, we both spank the sunbutt as mightily as we can, and then we dash off at high speed.
So, this isn't a direct suggestion. Does anyone think we could convince our guard friend to 'catch' us? Griz goes around the other side, we approach Celestia with the guard from this side while he's still dazed. Griz does his thing while both Twilight and Celestia are focused on us, Twilight tries to chase Griz, Celestia turns to watch, we get Celestia, then the guard 'catches' us and 'goes to find our parent' or what-have-you.
His prompt catching could get him a promotion as long as we can convince him to let us go.
have griz draw aggro, then whisper to the guard that this is his chance to be alone with the princess. He can volunteer to 'guard' celestia freeing up everyone to chase Griz, we then tag team the princess with our guard buddy.
>You grab Griz by the shoulders
“Are you ready to serve your friend in the ancient art of fondling butt?”
>”More than anything”
>You send him off to do his thing.
>He walks out to the gazebo, right behind Princess Twilight
>As she sips her tea, he stretches himself first
>Can’t be pulling a muscle
>”Hey, Purple Sweetheart!~”
>She stops drinking
>And sits up straight
>”Care for another solo?”
>She snaps her head around, at first completely shocked that her previous aggressor had showed up
>That shock soon turns to abject hatred and malice, magic spraying from her eyes as they take on an evil glow
>She growls before readying her wings.
>Griz, sensing immediate danger, takes off into the sky, screaming, “OH GEEZE” as he flies away
>Princess Twilight on the other hoof appears to be far less composed.
>She utters a quick farewell to Celestia before screaming at the top of her lungs
>”GUARDS! SIEZE THAT TRANSGRESSOR!”
>Like magic, every single guard stands up straight and locks their eyes upon the target in the sky
>Then they all take off, some on the ground, some in the air
>Holy moley, that Paladin is floating himself around!
>You really hope Griz is gonna be ok
>Still, each Guard files out of the keep quickly
>All except one.
>Spearhead stands in utter awe at the situation
>”Wh-What was that about?”
>Time to enact your master plan.
Pat the guard on the leg and then pull him forward, closer to the rump. As he continues to be dazed by it leave him there and step in front of Celestia and introduce yourself. Let nature take it's course behind her.
Might as well use this chance to get our schoolwork done before trying to touch butts. Nicely ask the motherly princess about the summit and all those things we need to know.
Maybe let the guard get his butttouch after that
Aren't we suppose to be waiting for Shell Shock and Dawn?
I thought we were going to use this as a chance to finish both of our assignments at the same time.
I mean I WANT to touch Celestia's butt, but Luna is our real target. We could use this as a chance to rebuild our trust with Shell Shock and Dawn AND build some trust with Celestia to make Luna's butt easier to get to.
> She’s the kind of pony that would ride out in the middle of the night to get you hot cocoa just to put a smile on your face.”
We could use this opportunity to cuddle bandit celestia asking her to make some time to help Shelly finish her assignment. Just imagine how happy she would be.
Are we willing to give up our own personal touch to be the nicest motherfucker on the planet?
and then have the guard get his touch in after the fact
>You look at the guard
>Then at the Celestial badunkadunk
>And back to the guard
>And back to the donk
>You move the guard ever so closer to Celestia, who remains completely unaware.
>With a slight repositioning, you get his head mere inches from her butt
>He is still in a complete trance, a tiny string of droll trickling down his cheek.
>You lean in an whisper into the Guard’s ear
“You will seize your prize yet, my dear friend”
>A distracted whinny sounds from Spearhead
>Making your way around the table, the motherly diarch quickly ceases her tea drinking
>With a dainty dab of her mouth, she smiles warmly at you and speaks in her ever so calming voice
>”Well, well, well. What brings you to my table today, young one? Would you like to try a biscuit?”
>What is your response?
My class is on a field trip to this summit and I have an assignment to talk to the princesses about what they do and you're my favorite princess so I wanted to talk to you!
All at once in a fast breathless manner.
Hello Miss Princess. My class is visiting the castle for school, a friend of mine was supposed to do a paper on the princesses but I ruined her chance. I was wondering if you'd be willing to help?
"Actually, I'd prefer waffles. Or a doughnut, if you catch my meaning"
>You give her the eyebrows
>She gazes at you with a blank, unfeeling expression, before putting a hoof up to her mouth and stifling a quiet giggle
>"Incidentally, my little colt, the Royal bakery has recently introduced me to a most delicious little treat."
>You stop with the eyebrows momentarily to register what she said
>Of course, you don’t really have to, as a burst of magic below you reveals her intent
>Where there was once a blank space now rests a quaint pastry.
>A doughnut covered with a glaze, and small pockets lining the surface.
>"They told me they wanted to make the perfect breakfast treat. Something sweet, with something sweeter. I rather enjoy them myself. Go on! Give it a try.~"
>You bow your head slightly and graciously accept the Princesses offer
>By diving headfirst into it
>She chuckles at your display of raw waffle love
>Just as you expected, every bite fills your mouth with a combination of crisp and fluff.
>A very slightly crunchy box structure offers a pleasant contrast to the light fluff of the doughnut body.
>Better still, the glaze atop is is maple flavored.
>The sweet treat is truly worthy of royalty
>It almost brings a tear to your eye!
>with a light burp and a lighter "excuse me" you wipe your mouth clear of the carnage.
“Anyway, your Majesty, I-”
>”It’s Highness, if you want to refer to me as such. Majesty is for Queens.”
>”Honestly, most ponies call me Celestia. Even Celly. If you wish, you may do the same, dear colt.”
“A-Alright. Where was I? Right! I got a homework assignment and I need your help!”
>”Oh… I hope it is not math. Lulu always was better at that than I.”
“No! I just need to talk to you about a few things!”
>Ask about Princess Duties
>Ask about Summit
>Ask about ‘Lulu’
>Ask about something else
“I first wanted to ask a favor, for a friend.”
>”How valiant! What favor would you require of a Princess?”
“Well… They had to talk to some guards for THEIR homework, and I was wondering…”
>She closes her eyes, and her horn lights up.
>A quill and scroll appears before her
>”And who might your friends be, little one? In fact, who are you, as well?”
“My name is Quick Fix, and my friend is Shell Shock. She was supposed to meet me here, but I-“
>”Say no more, little one. I have always been one to lead by example. And I think I know just what to do. Don’t worry about your friend, alright?”
>The scroll she was so quickly writing upon rolls up, and with a burst of magic, it disappears
>”With that settled, young one, what would you like to know?
"What can you tell me about the summit?"
>She stop drinking her tea
>In fact, it almost feels as if the entire garden goes quiet.
>She takes a deep breath.
>"The Summit is a gathering of all the major powers on this peaceful planet. They've gathered here in Equestria to solve every little niggly problem that we've ever had in this great land of ours."
>She beams at you, but you see a bead of sweat roll down her face.
>You're about to speak, but she somewhat interrupts you with a curt, yet still quite bubbly
>"Unfortunately, I feel you may be too young to understand why I’ve called one this grand, but I can always inform you of the more minor issues this particular summit is tackling. Would you like to know about the Griffin King’s jerky conflict with the Diamond Dog Commisar? It’s quite a riot!”
“M-Maybe later. I kinda want to know about ‘Lulu’ next.”
>She puts a hoof up to her mouth
>And again, titters like a schoolfilly
>"Oh my, I really DID say it, didn't I? Oh dear…”
>She smiles at you, but a devious grin flashes across her face.
>”Well, as you know the Princess of the Night, Luna, is my sister. And like all sisters, we have names for each other.”
>She brushes a hoof past her mane
>”Mine, is Tia! Cute, don’t you think?”
>You nod in agreement
>”And hers is Lulu! Little Lulu. Looney Lulu!”
>She leans in close to you
>”Best of all, she absolutely LOVES her subjects calling her that name!”
>”Oh, absolutely! Just rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it? In fact… If she were here, she would absolutely adore you if you said it!”
>You mull it over in your head
“Lulu, huh? Hmmmm”
>The Princess is having difficulty containing her boughs of laughter.
“Right, but I need more information for my homework!”
>Her jovial nature drops like a rock
>She looks at you blankly
>She leans back and sighs
>”Simply put, I don’t think a young one such as yourself should hear the subject of the Summit. It’s of no consequence to you.”
>"But nothing, little one. It is an answer I do not wish to impose upon you."
>Her voice lowers
>Her expression darkens
>"And it is one you may not like hearing."
>You're trembling all over
>Pins and needles crawling up your back
>The Princess truly is terrifying
>You may or may not have ooopsied a little.
>You swallow hard
>You need to get this homework done
>At what cost?
>Like a switch, her expression once again returns to normal, as she excitedly asks you
>"However, other details and political occurrences of the summit are free for disclosure! The offer on the jerky battle is still open, mind you."
>What should we do?
>What should we ask?
"B-but princess, it's my schoolwork! Mum always told me that my schoolwork is of the upmost importance so that I can go to a good school when I'm older! I don't want to get a bad grade on my paper!"
"So the Summit is a front for an international three day, butt-touching extravaganza or something?"
>She takes a bite out of a tea biscuit and chews it a few times.
>"No, just a bareback orgy among th-"
>A fierce flush washes over the Princesses face
>You... don't think you've heard that word before
>But it will work
"Right. Orgy. O-"
>She chokes on her biscuit and sprays tea everywhere
>Celestia's eyes are wide and locked on you
>Her mouth hangs open, only the most elegant of utterances dripping from her tea soaked muzzle.
"Well, I mean that's what I have to write since y-"
>"DON'T WRITE THAT!"
>Her royal demeanor has given way to a much more foalish and desperate cry
>She scrambles over the table, her butt hanging off the side and cups your cheeks in hers
>"Y-You can't write that! It's-It's -!"
"It's all I've got, unless you..."
“…Well a homework pardon would be pretty sweet!”
>You pause a second, thinking things over
“Oh, I’m going to need FIVE.”
>Heh heh heh
>Her eyes narrow, and she huffs angrily
>”You’ll get ONE Royal Pardon, and that’s it!”
>And so the games begin.
>You are Spearhead
>Private in the Royal Guard
>And you have been staring into the sun for a good while now
>Not the actual sun
>Something far more brilliant
>That perfect white fur
>That subtle change to a greyish pink as you get closer to her-
>The Princess shifts slightly, and you shake yourself free of her butt’s telekinetic grasp
>If only for a moment
>Because what WAS a sitting mare, was now a PRESENTING mare
>Or at least it looked like it
>Her entire body is stretched out over the table, her trunk resting flush against the tablecloth
>Her flank, however, is raised high, revealing those beautiful white globes to all the world
>Or rather, just to you
>Because you didn’t follow Princess Twilight’s orders.
>It was a good job while it lasted
>Let’s make it better
>You inch closer to the white goddess’s rear
>What will you do?
>The time has come
>And so will you
>Right into that welcoming rear
>You thrust your hooves forward, pressing into the heavenly flesh before you
>Your Princess, no, QUEEN, hums inquisitively at the sensation
>But you give her no chance to register whose offending appendage has seized her backside.
>With a quick twist, you part the white sea, revealing the slightly pink seabed that is your home
>Your head grinds forward, muzzle first into the crevice
>You take a deep breath, savoring ever-
>Celestia’s body slides forward across the table a good foot from some sort of impact
>Her back buckles momentarily as her heft rump raises briefly
>It’s extreme size crashes onto the table, causing plates and cups to clatter
>Her eyes are wide and-
>Your vision is obscured by a mass of white fur
>You muffle out
>Celestia can’t seem to respond, as she keeps twisting and turning over the table, unable to get a grip on the rounded edge.
>”Oh! – You- Ahn~! O-Okay little colt, we need to make this Quick! One pardon… And a cake!”
"What's YOUR problem? What's going on over-"
>"N-No! I-I mean, ignore any sounds you may h-hear!"
>Her body jerks forward once more, and she squeals out
>Kinda like Shelly and Miss Lexile, really
>Her mane flows and obscures your peripheral, denying you any view around her.
>"O-One pardon, a cake, and a croissANT!"
>You are Spearhead
>Your life has led to this moment
>How else shall you ravage this sovereign territory?
>You remove yourself from that life giving warmth between her cheeks, muzzle wet with godly pleasures
>You lick off the liquids, smacking your lips and examining your work
>While your job is for all intents and purposes kaput, you still have a duty to serve the Princess
>And serve you shall
>You swing around and brush your cropped tail across her flanks
>Each pass causing her back legs to tense and twitch in anticipation
>She looks back for only a moment, but you see it
>The Guard lives the serve
>You dive right back in, this time ready to supply her with all your mouth can offer
>You start low, making sure to coat every inch of this pristine territory
>Respect must be paid to thousands of years of care
>AS you work your way up, Celestia struggles to keep her composure in front of the colt
>Normally, you’d be worried about such an act being revealed to one ans young as him
>But you feel that this is less debased, and more of a natural beauty
>In short, you don’t give a fuck
>Well, not to HIM, but to the Princess…
“Hmm… I don’t think Two is really enough!”
>”I- I wILL NUH-HU-HOT g-give you FOUR pardons, child!”
“Better step up your game then, your highness. I don’t think one pardon is worth a cake, a giftcard, and a croissant.”
>She’s panting heavily, and her normally white face is alight with a vibrant red
>Sweat drips from her brow, and she intermittently grits her teeth, a quiet “yes!” escaping her throat every now and then.
>Her twitching subsides momentarily
>”What do you want..?”
>Celestia swallows hard, and wipes her chin
>”What could be worth ONE pardon to you?!”
>You smile a bit
“How about A kiss…”
>”A mere kiss?”
>Her eyes clench and you hear a series of drips behind her
>Followed by a throaty moan from the diarch herself
”And an appointment with Lulu herself!”
>”I-I can’t do that!”
>You cuddle her floof and look up at her with BIIIIG puppy dog eyes
>You add a bit of pouty lip to seal the deal
>Her eyes lock with yours for only a moment before she throws her head up into the sky, trying her best to resist the urge to scream for some reason
>Her legs twitch and flex for a few seconds as she rocks on the table back and forth a bit
>She’s really getting into this.
>They told you it was natural to feel these feelings
>They told you to get over them
>They said you would never be with the Princess like this
>But they were wrong!
>You swallow again, tantalizing the Princess’s nethers before disengaging for the second time
>Your chestplate is soaked, and your mane is flat against your head from your own sweat
>It’s time to change tactics
>What’s your plan?
>You place both hooves upon that supple flank
>You and your personal weapon stand at the ready
>You lean back into your hooves and acquire a steady core, with impeccable balance
>You leap up, into her warm embrace
>”OH SWEET ME!”
>Celestia’s shriek was somewhat jarring, but you stand strong
“Three Pardons, a kissy, and an appointment with Luna. Take it or leave it.”
>She shifts back and forth, grinding on the table, her neck held high, and her head lolling back and forth
>”I-I-I C-Can’t do th-that!” she whimpers out between the occasional outburst
“Well, I want to see Lulu. I think you might need to reconsider what you CAN and WON’T do.”
>She grips the table with her hooves, still bouncing along the top of it
>Cups and plates form a symphonic clatter with ever motion she undergoes
>You can swear you hear some grunting and dripping from somewhere
>But you have more important things to focus on
“If you can’t get me an audience with Luna, what about a key or something?”
>”Th-The key to Luna’s room?”
“Well, maybe not something so personal, but…”
>”Oh YES! Deeper!”
“Didn’t think you’d be okay with that, but I mean I’ll take it-“
>”No, not you, I-“
>She bites her lip and whines into it
>Her waist dips flush against the table, and the jerking motion tapers off
>You hear a satisfied sigh from what seems like a million miles away as Celestial growls a deep and powerful, “ALL of it…”
>She swallows and takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure
>Hm. Maybe not as composed as she would like.
>”I’ll grant you Three Pardons and a key to the Lunar Sanctum. You little cur. Now leave us!”
>Good luck, Spearhead
>She leans in close and looms over you briefly...
“Wait, but I was supposed to get a kiss!”
>You pucker up and try to give her a kiss like the one you gave Shelly
>A magical aura wraps around your muzzle and tugs it down
>She makes it clear she wasn't going to have any of your biznis
>She lays a quick peck with her lips on your forehead.
>You try to loop around Celestia, but an aura surrounds you without warning.
>A magical bundle slams against your stomach knocking the wind out of you, and, sending you reeling out of the gazebo
>”BUH BYE, LITTLE COLT!”
>A vortex rips through your midsection as you are torn from this dimensional plane and deposited elsewhere
>As you dissolve, you can barely make out Celestia turning to her back and sultrily adding
>”And YOU my dear guard, have been promoted to the Royal Hare-“
>You drop down onto a grassy field with a heavy thud
>The scrolls bounce all around you
>A filly’s voice cries out in surprise
>”What the heck! Quickie?! How did you teleport?!”
>You manage to croak out
>”Where were you?! We tried to look for you around the castle gardens, but we got kicked out by the guards! What happened?”
>What’s your response?
Bribed a guard to talk to the princess.
I asked her if she could do something to help with your homework, or you can have one of these homework pardons.
This is still a thing right:
>A quill and scroll appears before her
>”And who might your friends be, little one? In fact, who are you, as well?”
“My name is Quick Fix, and my friend is Shell Shock. She was supposed to meet me here, but I-“
>”Say no more, little one. I have always been one to lead by example. And I think I know just what to do. Don’t worry about your friend, alright?”
>The scroll she was so quickly writing upon rolls up, and with a burst of magic, it disappears
"I had kind of a busy day," you state, rubbing the back of your head
>You get up and shake the grass from your body
>”Wanna talk about it?”
“Not really. Got a Guard promoted, got to talk to the Princess, and best of all-“
>”Did you remember our deal?”
“In spades, Shelly! The Princess said she was gonna help you out with your homework!”
>She grumbles under her breath
>”That’s what YOU said, and you left me waiting here for a while…”
>You take her into a big hug, and at first she’s shocked, then she places a hoof on your shoulder
>”…You should have told me earlier you were gonna be going in without me…”
“Well, that’s partly why I got teleported out, you see…”
>”Oh no! Did you touch Celestia’s butt?”
“Huh? No! Spearhead did that but-“
“Doesn’t matter, what matters is that I was teleported here because-“
>Mid conversation, a voice calls out to you and Shelly
>You both turn towards them and you’re mildly terrified by what you see
>A Centurion, A Skirmisher, and Mr. Charge all stand in a triangular formation before you all
>The move upon you swiftly, and you start sweating bullets.
>The skirmisher speaks up first
>”You… You are Shell Shock, right?”
>The Skirmisher places a hoof to his chest and the others follow suit
>”We have been personally assigned by writ of the Princess to speak with you for the day, as well as escort you anywhere you may please.”
>You’re relieved that they aren’t after you
>But you’re more surprised at Shelly’s reaction
>Both of her hooves are clasped over her cheeks, and her mouth is hanging wide open
>A quiet squeal of glee escaped her mouth as she stands there like a dingus.
>The skirmisher smiles at her warmly and says
>”Please, call me Sir. Don’t worry, I’ll know.”
>Shelly looks back at you, still beaming
>”Oh Quickie! This is so nice of you! I can’t BELIEVE you got the Princess to do this! I hope you didn’t get in trouble for it…”
“Nah, it wasn’t even close to a problem for the great Quick Fix!”
>You strike a heroic pose, and Shell giggles at your display
>”You wanna hang with me while I get my work done? If you don’t have anywhere to-“
>She blinks a few times
"Nah, I said I was gonna meet up with him later."
>"Well, even so, I'll be over at the shopping strip for the next hour or so, then I'm heading back to the hotel. We should meet up sometime and hang for a bit!"
>You wave her off as she hops up onto the skirmisher's back and starts rattling off questions.
>With that taken care of, you decide to first head back to the hotel to drop off your pardons and the Key
>You turn the lock and-
>You hear a loud crashing inside the room
>Fearing the worst, you rush in and see
>An overturned table
>And a bit of feathers sticking out.
>Well, he is probably okay
>What should we do?
>What should we say?
Aww I was hoping to spend more time with Shelly. Especially since she really seems to want to now.
Also I wanna tell her about what we saw going on with Celestia and Spearhead and see if she wants to try it
>You are Spearhead
>And you are right now in the place of gods
>You suppose you're also in a god, too
>You drive your length deep into her begging entrance, her winks gently nudging your balls with ever motion
>You press down upon her back
>Though you're so much smaller, her back buckles and gives way to your weight
>Any thoughts of balance or control leave your mind as you half tumble onto her back, still lodged deep within the Sun's embrace
>Her walls tighten around you, causing you to lightly moan with every thrust
>You move your head near her ear, and try your best to apologize
>What comes out is...
"My dear, dear Princess..."
>You hilt and hold your position, letting her feel you throb
>She raises her head and turns slightly to you, as if to silently ask who hath placed such a mighty blade in her
>Of course she audibly responds with a more forceful and ecstatic
>"Oh Yes! Deeper!"
>Still, you aren't one to disappoint
>You draw your length out slowly, forcing her body to beg for your cock
>Quietly, you begin to speak
>Whispering to her and only her
>As if you were in a bedchamber
"How I've waited to do this..."
>You give a powerful thrust, and hold your position again
>Her walls press against you, and her pearl desperately tries to cling onto every inch it can
"How I've waited to take you like the filthy animal I am”
>You were prepared to die here
>Knowing what heavy pleasure had awaited you
>You were ready for death
>...But it never came
“How I’ve waited to fill you with my seed.”
>Instead, something miraculous happened.
>She peers out of the corner of her eye
>A fire you had never seen Celestia possess before
>She commands you
>Far more predatory and greedy
>”ALL of it…”
>You don’t speak
>You don't stop
>You simply let go of all earthly ties
>Whatever element of mental control you retained through this savage display…
>It mattered no more
>It was cast to the wind
>Your power and pace rose further than you could ever dream
>You wanted nothing more than to be one with her
>You drove into her as far as you could
>And you held yourself in place, tightly and without quarter
>You were prepared to be bucked off, but that didn’t mean you would be willing
>Instead, Celestia chose to surprise you again, as she rocked her hips higher
>And pressed her own belly to the flat of the table
>In this position, she would retain much of your coming load
>She intended to take every drop from you
>And so you emptied your generous load into her aching womb
>Every pulse sending a new flood of hot and sticky seed, painting her inside as white as her flank
>And she, in turn, painted your balls and thighs with rivulets of her own fluids, gushing from her satisfied nethers
>You collapsed onto her back, heaving and panting
>The two of you shared a mind wracking and body encompassing orgasm
>The smell of wild, wanton, passion filled your nostrils
>You felt at peace with the world and yourself
>For this was your entire existence now
>Though nothing lasts forever
>This feeling felt like it would
>The afterglow slowly passed, and you shakily rise
>Your flaccid member slides out of her hot pussy, wreathing the floor in flecks of various fluids
>Just as you are about to dismount the Princess, a brilliant aura surrounds your body
>It places you tenderly back into position
>And immediately gets to work on your floppy length
>”You…” she sultrily begins
>She licks her lips, and that same fire appears in her eyes
>”You have been promoted, Private Spearhead.”
>As you say this, you moan as her clit laps against the tip of your now hard dick
>She slides you into position, and you begin your assault again
>”…Promoted to the Royal Harem, my valiant Knight.”
>She presses her lips against yours in an intense kiss
>Which you graciously accept
>Long live the Princesses.
>Invited to hang out with Shelly and we say no.
The fuck guys,.
Even if you're a faggot and not pro-shelly we'd have learned about the guards and their habits directly from the source. That would have made getting to lunas room a breeze.
What IS our plan with Shelly? Are we gonna bang her? Are we gonna date her? What's the plan guys?
>Difficulty: How hard the touch is. Sleeping tergets offer little to no points.
>Style: Your technique. More complex touches and fondles will warrant a higher score.
>Awareness: Your target's knowledge of and their outward reaction towards the act. If the target doesn't know you did it or worse still, doesn't pay attention, then what's the point?
"Looks like the Griz...
>"Quickie? Man I thought you were-"
"...Is still in the Biz...Ness."
>"Get out of here."
>You hear the slide on his pistol lock back in place
"H-Hey! Easy, EASY!"
>The two of you playfully tussle for a bit before you both break into boughs of laughter
"So I'm guessing you hada close call?"
>"It was nothing BUT close calls! I didn't think I'd get away honestly..."
"How DID you? You had a Princess and like a squad of guards on your butt right otu of the gate!"
>"Honestly, you'll never believe what happened. So I won't say."
"...Are you serious?! Now I HAVE to know!"
>You bounce around him on your hoovsies, asking him the same thing, with nary a breath between utterances
>"GEEZE! Fine, ya brat! Alright, so what happened was I was flying for my life, Twilight hot on my tail..."
>You lean in, eager to hear of his epic escape
>"I was running out of options, and they were rapidly closing in..."
>Your eyes are wide, eager to hear of his master plan
>"Suddenly, when all hope was lost, I felt a familiar weight on me..."
>You cock an eyebrow
>"I found... THIS!"
"YOU BROUGHT THE BEAR TRAP?!"
>"I KNOW, RIGHT?! I whipped this sucker out, she squealed in TERROR, and spun out into a tree! Or five. The Guards all followed her down to see if she was okay! Talk about lucky, right?"
"...Is that it?"
>"Nah. She shook that off and came after me. So I hit her, like, a million times with some tranquilizer darts and she eventually plowed right into the gardens. I think you can still see her landing now, actually."
>He walks over to the window and moves the curtain slightly
>Sure enough in the distance, you can see a smoldering line in the garden dirt with dozens of guards around the perimeter
>And a very tiny, purple speck, half embedded in the dirt
>"That's not all, when I came back here, I saw this -"
>He holds a note out to you
>"Before you ask, I got no idea who sent it. It was just sitting on the bed when I got here."
>He jumps up onto the bed and leans back
>After a quick yawn, Griz states
>"If you ask me, it's mighty sketchy. Might be a trap of some kind. Don't say I didn't warn ya."
>What should you do?
>You can either go meet up with Shelly
>Or you can meet with this mystery pony.
>Or you can do something else if you desire.
>As the two of you walk out fo the hotel and to Paco's Tacos, you begin to regale Griz with your tale
>"I really hope you got a good touch in, I almost died for you, dude"
"Well... I actually didn-"
>"WHAT" Griz squawks, feathers blasting out of his chest
"Settle down, I got a guard to do it!"
>He blinks twice
>"...You got Spearhead to do that?
>You think back to what exactly he did
>Granted your face was lodged deep in the Princess's tuft...
>And you couldn't see much...
>"Sorta? What the heck does that mean?"
"He did some tehcnique I haven't seen"
>"What did he do?"
"Well, he got upon his hind legs and put his on the top of her utt and pressed down."
"The he started doing... something."
"He was like pushing her, over and over. Either way, I'd like to try it on Shelly later."
>"I thought you were all over Betty?"
"What, I can't have both?"
>"Maybe. Maybe not. Anyway, what you described, I feel like my parents have done that before at one point or another. Can't really remember."
>He freezes in his tracks going somewhat catatonic breifly
>A shudder rolls across his body
>Then his face returns to normal
>Still, you arrive at Paco's Tacos
>There seems to be a few ponies around, but none seem to have noticed your arrival.
>...Your stomach grumbles wantingly
>What do you do?
>I feel like my parents have done that before at one point or another. Can't really remember."
>He freezes in his tracks going somewhat catatonic breifly
>A shudder rolls across his body
I want to see what grotesque shit happened
>Players avoided meeting anonguard again
son of a whore.
>You walk up to the counter and get ready to order
>When the cashier interrupts you
>"Oh! You must be Quick Fix and Grizwald, right?"
>"Some lady wanted to give you these!"
>He hands you a plate of two fish tacos and a steaming burrito
>Griz snatches the burrito and starts scarfing it down
>As for you, you ginergly pick up the fish taco
>And take a cautious bite
>This is really good!
>Carnivore have some seriously great stuff!
>As you enjoy your second taco, a presence moves in behind you and Griz
>Their shadow looms over the two of you, and before you can turn you hear a familiar mare's voice
>"Well, Hello boys. How do you like the tacos?"
>How should we respond?
They're escorting her all day, we've got time.