Chapter 1: Try To Find A Message This Time! I Dare You!
Dear Princess Luna,
I know this is going to sound strange. Weird, in fact. Especially coming from somepony like me. No one ever suspects Twilight to be the type to speak out about these certain… things. Yeah, things about stuff between you and me. Things I wouldn’t normally say face to face with you because… let’s face it, I can be awkward sometimes. If I tried to say this right to you in real life, it’d sound positively dreadful.
If you can remember since the first day I moved into the castle as the one of the newest Princesses of Equestria, I was all nervous and weirded out by my new duties and responsibilities. But,you always helped me through my toughest challenges with wise words of advice and a wing to lean on in support. And that itself was what made being a Princess my new love.
Though now I guess I can say I have a new love as well. While the duties to my nation are appealing, and the other aspects of the job are wonderful in themselves, something–rather, someone I say has taken my heart.
You, Luna, are the stars in the sky. The light in the moon. The magic of the night. And now, I pour out my soul to you, in the hopes that I can hold you as I do only in my wildest dreams.
It’s my dreams of you that I hold most passionately to my heart. Both of us, together, in one another’s embrace. Safe, alone, just the two of us. My hoof running down your flank… just the thought of it makes my wings throb.
Is it wrong that I want to envelop my face in your rear? That luscious ass of yours calls for me whenever I look at it–which is quite often, actually. So big, so round, so lovely and soft! Not like that fraud, Molest–I mean, Celestia.
Her ass was nothing compared to the beauty and majesty of your plot. I just want to trail my tongue along your cutie mark, tasting you all the while. I wonder what you taste like, sometimes. Whenever we’re near I must resist the temptation of just launching my tongue at your lips. You won’t believe how much your lips turn me on.
What I’m wondering, as I force Spike to write this all down, is if you return my feelings as well? Do you want to taste my flank with your cute little tongue? I know it’s not as great as yours, but I hope it will due for whatever you have in mind. Licking, nibbling, groping, and maybe even… spanking?
I’ve been such a lonely and naughty filly, Luna. It will make me ever so happy if you were to give my dirty little flank a smack. And then another,and another, until I’m in tears and squealing like a foal. Then you can lick off the sweat from my sore bum. I bet it’d taste delicious.
Wow, I must sound like such a dirty whore right now. Do you like that? Me being a filthy little slut you can take advantage of anytime you want? Bound me up and gag me, whipping my ass red just to teach me a lesson? I promise I won’t say no.
As I lay there, panting and sweating from your smacks, you’ll stand over me, smiling that beautiful smile that can light the the stars themselves. Oh, how I wish you’d smile while being on top of me, while I lie on the bottom and beg for more. I bet your body would feel ever so warm.
I ever wondered if you’ve felt like this way with somepony else. I mean, you’re over a thousand years old, so there must’ve been somepony who you once loved. Would it be a mare, or a stallion? I can just imagine you taking them down in your bed and having such a wild night that everypony ends up sore and unmoving in the morning. I’d really like that to happen to me.
I can feel your hot breath on my shoulders, your wings caress my sides all the way down to my naughty little plot and tickling me. I’d giggle, but not ask you to stop. You’d continue, making me more and more ticklish until I can’t just hold it…
And then you’d hold me. Throw me down, ride me however long and hard you please. I’d cry out, scream even, but it’d be in joy. Joy in being with you, inside you, our tongues swirling together in ecstasy as our passion fueled night takes us, just you and I.
Wow… sure did add a bunch of extra stuff I didn’t mean to there. Heh, don’t have to worry, I’ll just ask Spike to cut the end part off. Not like he’s writing down everything I’m saying anyways. Just have to cool off and remain calm.
Anyways, I hope that you return my feelings with your own, so that we can be… happy, I guess? Maybe go on a couple of dates? Have some fun on the side, of course. Maybe with some ropes and lotions too… Oh, and all of this and more are yours if you return my love!
With love from your royal admirer,
Princess Twilight Sparkle
PS: Yeah, it’s Spike again. I think Twilight might have a drinking problem. She just stares at a picture of Luna taking a shower (it’s not like she paid me to secretly take that picture or anything) all day and eats chocolates and acts all mopey. And she keeps on listening to this Adele person on the radio. Why does she even do this stuff?
PPS: Also, what does BDSM mean? Twilight keeps on mumbling about it whenever she stares at that Luna pic, along with toys, gags, and something called a… vibrator? What are thse things?
PPPS: Also, she’d like to apologize to Celestia after that one incident. Once the cops got called, things got kind of out of… hoof. Along with the tear gas.
Luna stared with wide eyes at the letter, covered in little hearts and lipstick imprinted kisses from Twilight herself. Rereading it several times, with her left eye twitching slightly, Luna called out to her sister across the room, “Um… Tia, I got a letter from Twilight!”
“Is it the third of the month?” Celestia asked back, nonchalantly.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Throw it out then,” Celestia told her, pointing to the wastebasket filled to the brim already with thrown out letters.
“She certainly gets quite… prolific when she drinks,” Luna noted, tossing the crumbled up ball of a letter into the basket without another glance.
“You won’t believe the half of it,” Celestia said with a roll of her eyes. “I should really put a lock on the liquor cabinet on these days of the month, actually.”
“Probably the best of ideas,” Luna agreed, shivering slightly as she remembered the words printed on the letter. “And maybe a vibrator as well.”
Author's Note
I lost a bet...
