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!kYvbF7I2J2 12/11/11(Sun)23:46 No.32242557>>32242504
maybe this will scare away the ponychan people
“My dearest Charge,” she smiles at you, a hoof up to her face,
“I just couldn’t wait any longer.”
“It’s quite alright, Princess,” you reply dizzily.
She pats a hoof next to her on her bed, the smile still on her
face, and you obey her silent command. At first you had resented
being a prisoner of the castle, regardless of how your prison
looked, but you’ve grown to accept it. She really is a nice person
after all, and you understand what would happen if she let you have
free reign before she’s done with you.
The fire burns warmly in the fireplace near the bed, flickering
orange light onto the purple walls and across the gold trim on…
everything. The mattress is soft and thick and warm, large enough
for the both of you. Next to the bed sits a night-stand with a
jewel-encrusted golden teapot and a small crystal cup. As a god-
princess, you suppose that she really would get the best of
everything.
Obediently you sit down next to her, noticing her waving hair
change direction in the windless room as you do. Her face nuzzles up
against yours before kissing you on the cheek. At least you think
it’s a kiss; these meetings always make you a little nervous (and
perhaps a little used), but the payoff is well worth it.
Her huge horn glows and lifts the teapot and the glass, pouring
some tea from one to the other. She looks at you playfully before
asking:
“Are you thirsty, my dear Charge?” She rolls onto her side, her
head now behind you. “There’s plenty enough for you here.” One of
her hooves rubs her belly.
“Oh, yes please!” you reply. You’ve had plenty of the tea here
yourself, but the Princess always get the best of the best. The tea
that graces her glass makes yours taste like pondwater. |
