Embracing the Sun

You would think that maybe there would be some normality to the life I have, maybe a little peace and quiet throughout the days of my slowly dying life that has enough stress as it is. But no, I get a couple of jackasses that don't know right from left, and one of them is an arrogant, bitchy, fat, lazy, drug abusing veteran that doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut and just accept that his son is a worthless sack of shit.

If I did what he did when I was his age, grandma would have taken a cast-iron skillet to my head, and she would make sure that something broke or a toot fell out. That's the problem with society these days, the parents let their kids get away with what they, and they allow it to keep happening until someone is hurt, killed, or taken to jail.

I'm only complaining, I can't be a real piece of such a subject since I have three foals that barely know how to use toilet paper.

Right now I was back in my house because the two rednecks took off through the snow after they saw Tia in her human form. Knowing I had witnesses, Jim realized that any trouble making would go straight to the police since they cannot get in my house without busting through the bulletproof glass.

For the next two hours I was dealing with getting the foals cleaned up again because they got into the fridge, wanting to eat some more because the two jackasses made them hungry from all the excitement.

They made a huge mess with the jelly, peanut butter, and the bananas, but it's normal to have kids in your house that make messes; though I would appreciate it if they tried to be cleaner about making sandwiches with their magic.

Fortunately the curtains were closed when Celestia and the foals returned to their normal figures; apparently it takes her a lot of concentration in order to hold the illusion of being human.

Taking that into note, I decided to lay down the rule of no magic in the house unless the using toilet paper, and no spell practice unless it is outside. Yeah that went down the shitter because of Sombra pouting when I told him no and put him in a timeout for ten minutes.

Little shit kept jumping out of the seat and returning to the couch so he could watch digimon, so I had no choice but to stand there and make sure he was going to endure his ten minutes before getting his freedom back.

It was funny though, I got my first 'I hate you' from the unicorn, and a 'I wish I never had a daddy' before he used his magic to throw a cup at me. I smiled at those words, but for some reason I felt a twinge of pain go right through my heart after Celestia heard him and proceeded to do what I never thought would happen.

She was going to spank him for it, but I stopped her before she could bend him over and plant her hoof on his backside. Now that was a shocker to me, knowing I should have let her since the unicorn deserved it for throwing a cup that had orange juice in it.

When I grabbed her hoof, I felt some sort of sting from the repeating words that Sombra screamed at me; there was this tight clenching in my chest, it was painful and long until my mind broke away from the entrapment of Sombra's words.

After telling Celestia to just make him do another ten minutes, I walked away to diffuse the situation between me and Sombra, but mostly to hide that I was feeling hurt by his words.

Once I locked the door to my study room, I pushed them and the entire day out of my mind by taking a little time to myself in checking out my Facebook page. After logging in and seeing the crap load of friend requests I have, I posted about the situation, but kept it as secretive as possible.

Immediately my post blew up with comments.

Had a crappy moment just now, not knowing what to do since the boy I consider a son just said he hate me and wishes that he never had a dad. Why do I feel that my chest is being crushed after hearing those words?

Here were some the responses.

Who cares, just beat the little shit.

Children act like that, just smack him around a few times.

You said considered, which means he isn't yours; simple...dump the mom and kick them out.

Beat his ass.

Here's my response.

That may be your solution, but my situation is different, and to know that you all think beating is a solution is pretty messed up. The kid is maybe five years old, he can barely wipe his own ass, and I don't believe in physical punishment.

With that said, I closed my laptop and shut the computer cabinet with the conclusion of what other people think about children.

Evil lurks in the minds of us humans, and we allow it to be free on moments that are invisible to us; there are those who let it be written with action, but there those who write it in words, for they are the ones that resist.

So I ask myself when feeling Sombra's childish hatred hug me...Do I write with action, or do I write with words?

Troubling is what it is, troubling to the point that I don't know if I should let it weigh me down...or let it fall to my feet.

A child is all that he is right now, a colt that has no memory of what he did in Celestia's world, the past is no longer his past, the actions he wrote are no longer his hold within his hooves that have been cleaned with the power of another.

Still he is Sombra, the Unicorn King, and he enslaved ponies for his own amusement that is a sadistic as the past we have in slavery.

Why do I feel angry at him, why do I feel...no...why do I want to throw away the pardon that I am supposed to give him?

Why do I want to remove the animosity of these three fillies?

My mind is blank with thought of my angry desires, but my blood runs as cold as ice while the gun shivers in my hand. The trigger is so easy to pull that I can almost see myself putting bullets in the three foals that lived as monsters.

I could end their lives now, I could kill the monsters that are young again, and Celestia would have no power over me.

But why...why am I...crying for them?

Have I discovered something that makes me a person, do I feel something for these foals?

Do I love them as though they are my own...as my own babies?

...

This can't be possible, there is no way that a lonely man like me can love foals that have done treasonous crimes to a society that lives in peace. The man I am is nothing more than a believer in doing the right thing, the heart I have inside me does not beat for them, the soul that burns brightly inside my body does not make me feel emotions that have never been felt before.

It isn't possible, I am not possible, I cannot feel something for three bastards that did harm to other ponies.

So much confusion rests on my mind, it tickles me with the emotional pondering that clashes with my logic of being the man that can end this all.

My hands...they tremble...they brush over my head as I panic.

These foals were monsters of the past, of the Equestria that is without their princess, and yet...I feel the aching become...agony.

Why is it so hard, why do I fight the barrier of murdering monsters!?

I had to see myself, I had to know myself in the mirror, so I ran into my bathroom and dropped my wing shooter beside me.

My hands rest on the granite surface, leveraging me as the Joshua I see in the mirror cries and pants with beads of sweat falling hard.

Drop, trickle, drop; that's what I imagine with each bead of sweat that descends from my pursing lips. My eyes are reddened with the outburst that is silent and powerful, the tears fall with a mock reflection of what I can be if I were to let these foals continue living.

I'm so stressed over this, over being hated by Sombra that I feel the need to kill him and the other two. My heart beats rapidly at the thought of becoming the man that kills the dwellers of darkness, the sound even forms with my imagination.

Just one bullet for each of them, and Equestria would be safe.

I grow still while staring in the mirror, finding myself at a fork in the roads of my life; there is one for being a father, and there is one for being a hero.

My mind drifts from my eyes of reality and creates this inner realm, allowing me stand between the choices that call out to me with vigor. As I stand there, moving back and forth to each road, I began to see something that snaps me away from the desires that are cold and sinister.

I return to the mirror and see ghostly images of the three foals, their smiles beaming with joy and love as I tremble once more with the wing shooter in my hand again. The image washes away and morphs into what I can say is another reality of Celestia going back to Equestria with the foals...but without me.

There is evil in everyone, and I see it grow in this image of the three foals that are held down by guards and other ponies while Celestia claws her way to them. She's pinned down by her sister, by her student, by...everyone that follows her.

The ponies are not merciful, they beat the three foals, they cut them, the citizens lash at them, and the guards rape them until they bleed.

It doesn't end there though, it continues with the torturous hearing of their voices, their pain echoes so desperately with one word that grows in unison as Celestia begs them to stop.

DADDY!

I fall back with the gun in my hand, my rump lands on the cold tile as I catch my fearful breath with the lump of regret that builds in my throat. I answer myself with the realities that speak to me as a ghostly future of what would happen.

I know already that Celestia would kill me if I killed them, but they would also die if I were to not be there for them.

That's when I realized how important it is for me to be the judge of the monsters that are lost of memory, the future rests in my hands...their future.

My horrors grasp me with invisible strings, the curls of each thread slowly tightens around my unholy mind as the door is opened by a familiar figure that has grown worried of me since I left the kitchen.

I sit on the bathroom floor with my knees buckles, my right hand over my sparkling eyes, and my gun falling out of my numb hand.

I recline to hugging myself during the unfurling of her warmness, her tender love that is new...but so very true...and mine.

"Joshua, what is wrong, why are you crying?" Celestia asks, the concern in her voice tells me how much desire she has to love me unconditionally.

Her wings ruffle around me, their soft trail of feathers glide over my head and back until I am pulled into her chest. When I fall into her beauty, her softness, her love that beats the same beat as my heart, I crash into what is a new door inside my soul.

The man I am is now a man that cannot pull the trigger to kill three foals that were monsters, the man I display is now so angry, so full of spite that I lash at my gun with my feet.

"Get that away from me, keep it away!" I snarl somberly, the disgust overtakes me my pain now.

"Joshua, you're scaring me, please tell me wha-"

"I SAW IT CELESTIA, I SAW IT ALL" I yell in an instant, my anger now furrowing with my new emotions.

She flinches and jumps back, only to see me lose control of myself, to see me drown in the sea of what is fatherly love. Her eyes become beady with the trembling in her breathing, she whimpers in assumption of my anger being about her.

But she is wrong.

Suddenly I'm storming out the bathroom, unclipping the gun after I picked it, pulling back the barrel to release the bullet. I throw it will all my might, just to see it bounce off the wall as the voice of my princess becomes a screech of fright.

I stand still with my fists bawled, my whimpers and sobs being loud during the touch of her muzzle that buries into my back.

Her wings curl under my shirt, ticking my pecks to where they harden as she reaches around and kisses my neck.

"Joshua I'm sorry, I don't know why you are angry, but if it is over me then I am sorry for whatever I did. Please stop being this way, you're frightening me, I want the kind and loving human you are to return"

"IT'S NOT YOU DAMMIT, IT'S ME, IT'S MY DESIRES CELESTIA, I'VE...I'VE FELT THE NEED TO KILL THE FOALS!"

The room goes silent with those words, my exact words, the bristling of her wings leaves my chest after I walk away from her so that this could be dealt with. When I turn around I see the look of horror resting on the alicorn that is cupping her mouth. She stands in front of me with uncertainty of who I am, and I stand before her in confusion of who I have become.

My chest...it still hurts...it aches every time I think of shooting the three foals...and I tell her about it.

My voice quivers...cracks...whimpers...

"It hurts Celestia, it hurts to think that I could save the trouble you have by killing them. They were monsters in the past, and I could do it then...but now...I can't bring myself to killing them...I...I only kept them here because I thought you would take them back"

"Joshua" she whispers, her concern still remaining with the love that she has for.

I fall to my knees, but I still stare at her in distress.

"I didn't give a shit about them at first, I just kept this going until you would take them back to your world, but just now...I saw the future of them being beaten, raped, ad tortured by your family and subjects that pin you down...and what's worse...is that I hear them call for me...AND INSTEAD OF NOT CARING...I FEEL SO PROTECTIVE OF THEM NOW!"

"Oh my god" she quips, then surrounds me with her wings, but I push them off and scream in denial.

"NO, JUST GET AWAY FROM ME, I'M NO DIFFERENT THAN THE OTHERS, I'VE PONDERED KILLING THEM...I...I-"

"Joshua Duncan, you look at me right now!" the princess demands, forcing me to break away from my new emotions with her voice and hooves.

She orders me to stare at her, but why order it when she is holding my face with her hooves?

I stare into those ruby eyes of her, I feel the tenderness of fur brush against my lips as my shirt is removed by the magic she has.

Why did she take my shirt off?

...

Our lips finally part from one another, but I crave for her so much that I kiss her back and let myself be invaded with her tongue. My mind feels some sort invigoration from this, by the taste of tongue that vibrates with the moans she releases.

Again we stop, but this time she hushes me with her hoof and stares at me serenely with that heavenly smile.

Her voice travels to my ears...

"Joshua, I know what you are thinking, I am connected to your mind and heart, and I can say you are wrong. The man you were has been destroyed, the heartless man that is lonely has been replaced with a blossoming father that has done something only I have done"

"And what's that?" I ask, receiving another kiss that follows with her surprising me now.

She was crying...joyfully...happily...as though someone did something wonderful for he.

"You did what I have tried to teach other ponies for so long, you have looked past the past of those three foals and accepted a forgiveness that has been inside you. Joshua I am so proud of you, you hurt at those thoughts because you feel the same way I feel for the foals...you feel that they have a second chance...you care for them...you love them as though they are your own babies...you're becoming a loving father...and a loving monarch that can forgive others...no matter what"

Why did that feel so right, why did her words touch me so right as her hoof pressed as against my naked chest?

"Your heart beats with mine, you feel my love for all creatures, you feel my need to forgive no matter what; this, my love, is what it means to be a true monarch, to be a loving royalty, to be-"

"To be human" I whispered.

She smiled even brighter and quipped..."exactly"

It made sense now, it somehow became as clear as daytime when while alicorn kissed me again, I wasn't feeling this way because my mind and heart wanted to, I felt this way because I wanted to, but my past self was clashing with the man I am now.

I was careless, angry all the time, self-centered, but now I am kind, caring, loving, and most of all...protective of the foals.

No...my foals...my little ones...my babies.

This is what it meant to be a father, to feel that even though they are not yours by blood you still feel that special trigger in your heart. And that is how I felt for Sombra, Chrysalis, and Nightmare Moon, I felt loving to them, caring, and the need to make them happy.

"There are many reasons why you are my destined one, and this is one of those reasons; you, Joshua Duncan, can see past the crimes of those who have been given a second chance, you think like me, you believe in second chances"

"Wish I knew that sooner, then I wouldn't be stressing over it" I chuckled, knowing I was acting like a pansy over the whole matter.

Celestia didn't think that way though, she didn't see that being emotional was pathetic of me; instead it made her laugh a little while disregarding the fact that I had dark desires pass through my mind.

"I think it is cute how you get flustered like this, it...entices me"

You would think that I would say something to that in return, or give some sort of flirt in return, but my reaction was scooting away after feeling those words being carried with the soft nibbling she applied to my ear.

Knowing where this was going, I jerked away from her wings and crawled backwards until my head hit the hall behind me. The pain was sharp, but not sharp enough to sway me from the nervousness I had when my eyes locked onto Celestia's.

My throat tightened with the clenching in my chest as the gaze we shared showed a different side of her that I have never thought to be real. She was eyeing me, trailing my body from head to toe as though a predator was examining its prey. She had this half-lidded look that was sultry with how she curled her tongue to glide over her lips, her wings curled around her with an incentive of capturing me.

I could only gulp at her seductive movements, her teasing crawl that was with the tittering of her words.

"What's the matter my love, did I...fluster you?"

Oh dear god...not the erotic voice...anything but that.

"Did your Tia...arouse you?"

"Celestia, I think you need to stop now, this has to be you going in heat!" I blurted, trying to stop her with what is the obvious.

It was a failure though, an epic fail that got me jerked under the mare by her magic, causing the pressure on my chest to be from hers.

"Oh I'm not in heat my love" she purred lovingly. "I'm aroused because our link make me need you...want you...desire you...every moment"

Now I was working for my freedom, shaking and freeing my arms from under her so that I could crawl away. Celestia wasn't going to have that though, she was not going to let my desperation be a successful escape.

When my hands were free, she surrounded them with her magic and guided to her rump.

This was not the princess I met, this was the Celestia that has been hiding from the world by being a tough monarch.

"Celestia, this isn't you" I grunted, only to be wronged with her words as I was drawn to groping her flanks.

Oh god, they were so firm and voluptuous, so incredible to touch after she forced me to. It was like holding the softest ass that has the perfect plump to them, almost like holding a bubble butt.

I wanted to travel her flanks, but her lips led me otherwise, telling me with her kissing before her words corrected me.

"This is the real me, the real Celestia that craves to love you as much as you love me. Deny it all you want, My Sweet Joshua, but I can feel your love for me, I can feel how much you want to claim me...as I have claimed you"

I tried to correct her on that, but my mouth wouldn't move a damn inch as she descended once more on my neck with soft nibbles that were too hard to resist.

Her fur tickled me.

"Tia...we haven't even...gone on...a date yet" I reminded.

"And we will go on a date when we return to my home" she whispered, then returned to what is her trail of kisses, ending with the soft suckling of my peck.

"You're home...Equestria?"

"Hush Joshua, and let me reward you for what you have done, let me help you embrace my love that is only yours...embrace me...take me as yours...make me your princess...make me...your queen"

No, I couldn't do this, I can't do this when I barely know her; there was too much between us for first or second base to be reached. Celestia may be truthful to her words, but we had to know eachother better and see where things go.

My body wouldn't move though, my everything was trapped in the heat of her body, I was sinking into the desires of my human nature.

Luckily I had someone to save me, or three to be exact, and I could not be any happier to have them tackle us after Sombra screamed what he believed is horseplay.

Thank you son, thank you...my son.

"Daddy and Ms. Celestia are wrestling...DOGPILE!"

"What...no...this isn'-WAH!?"

All three of my kiddos saved me from lust, they tackled the seductive mare so hard that she was knocked off of me and tickled. With my freedom returning, I shot off the floor and darted out of the bedroom before she could do anything to stop me.

Unfortunately the foals were now targeting me while Celestia screamed her desires.

"THIS ISN'T OVER JOSHUA, I WILL MAKE YOU CLAIM ME NEXT TIME!"

Kids: 1...Sex: 0

Chapter End.