Molestia is Love. Molestia is Life
Molestia is Love. Molestia is Life
Princess Molestia is Love. Princess Molestia is Life.
By UniqueSKD
I was only twenty nine-and-a-half years old.
I loved Princess Molestia so much.
Who is the great and powerful Princess Molestia, you ask? You're an ignorant fool if you've never heard of her before. She is only like, the greatest Princess ever to live in the Brony community! She has her own fanart created by myself and her other loyal followers. She had some merchandise going for a while based around her, before Hasbro decided to pull it all off the shelves. Something about her being in too sexually explicit positions. But I know it was because people were jealous of her. That was why they complained about her toys and action figurines. The fools.
Luckily for me, I got all of her toy lines before they were removed from the stores around the country, and burned in massive tire fires. I also had all of the various fan artwork that many other Bronies who shared my adoration for Princess Molestia had made, her face plastered all four sides of my bedroom, looking down on me like I was her chosen apostle.
And an aspotle I was to the great and tremendously awesome Princess Molestia. Every night, when the moon was high and the sun had went bye-bye, I would kneel down at the side of my bed, and put my hands together in prayer, thanking the mighty Princess Molestia for the wonderful gifts bestowed upon me, for the very existence she had given me, for the purpose in life she had given me, to worship her wonderful being, and her tight buttocks.
Each and every night, I would pray and thank her for the things I had been blessed with. "Molestia is love," I would say. "Molestia is life," I would conclude, before sacrificing a small goat and a slice of cake in her name and honor, and then slipping beneath the covers of my bed, so that I could dream of Princess Molestia in all her fantastic glory.
One night, as I was praying to the almighty mistress my savior, Princess Molestia, my daddy overheard me, whilst dressed up as a Taiwanese catholic prostitute. He stepped into my bedroom, pointed a finger at me, and he called me a 'faggot-ass bitch'. Of course, I knew he only called me that because he was really jealous of my devotion to the lady-of-the-plot, Princess Molestia. So, I turned to look at him, and I called him a 'silly poop head'.
He looks at me with an angry expression, and grabbing one of my rubber bands, he shoots it at me, and it hits me in the eye. He then tells me that I am grounded, and orders me to go to sleep.
I crawled into my bed. I was crying, because my eye hurt, and that was my only rubber band. I closed my eyes as i uttered a single prayer. "Oh, beautiful and divine face-sitting goddess Princess Molestia, please neglect your royal duties in Equestria for a single night, and come to me in my hour of need."
Time passes by, and I am awakened from my sleep after I feel something warm caress my skin, and I notice there is a bright light illuminating my wall in front of me. Something is glowing behind me, so out of curiosity, I turn over to see what it is.
I see a large interdimensional portal opening up in my room. I see technicolor fields and flowers and little animals through the portal, and I also see a large black silhouette walking towards me. I was scared, so I covered my eyes and pretended I was someone else covering their eyes. However, the warmth I felt before suddenly radiates even more, and I feel a sudden sense of calm and enlightenment envelope my very being. Slowly, I take my hands away from my eyes. And I gasp.
It's her. It's Princess Molestia. Standing here right in front of me. She has came from across the fabrics of reality and time and space, far from her kingdom of Equestria, to visit me. I am so very happy, that I pee my Superman pajamas's while grinning widely. Princess Molestia licks her lips and tiptoes, or rather, tip-hoofs up to my side. She leans her head down close to my ear, and she whispers quietly, "I came."
Her words send a wave of excitement through my body, and suddenly, I feel my body being lifted into the air by Molestia's magic powers. Her magnificent shaft of a horn glowing with her aura of magic, she rests my body back down upon the bed, my arms stretched out, my legs aside. I look over my shoulder to see Molestia licking her lips again. I know what is going to happen.
I am ready.
I watch as Molestia magically summons a banana using her Power of Bananas spell, and she quickly inserts it in between my butt cheeks. She then proceeds to push it in, and pull it out, push it in, pull it out, slowly and lustfully. I can feel the banana skin peeling itself as it goes inside my anus, before zipping itself back up as it exits my butthole.
The banana is pretty stale, and it feels like sandpaper grinding away in my asshole. But no matter how much it hurts, I endure the pain. After all, this is Princess Molestia we're talking about here. I want to please my goddess, so I lay my head on my pillow, and take it like the bitch I am to my great goddess.
She licks her lips again, and now she starts to speed things up. I feel the banana going in and out so very quickly. My head is spinning wildly and I find it hard to focus on the situation at hoof here. Suddenly, Molestia lets out a mighty loud orgasmic scream (which oddly sounds like a telephone ringing), as she thrusts the banana all the way into my butt. I can feel the fruit turn into mush, and explode inside of me. I hear Molestia panting, and as I look over my shoulder at her, I see her sweating, and bleeding from her nose, smacking and licking her lips madly.
At that moment, there is a knock at my bedroom door, and my daddy walk in, now dressed as Tirek, wearing large earrings and an apron that says, 'Tirek Knows Some Dark Magic'. He looks at me and Molestia, giving us both a look of surprise and shock, as he watches Molestia's banana leak from between my ass cheeks.
She stares at my daddy right in the eye, and she whispers to him, "I came. I'm going." Princess Molestia then leaps off of my bed, and she spreads her glorious wings. She shoots straight up, smashing through my bedroom roof, pieces of tiles and debris falling down through the hole she made. From out of my window, I see my goddess flying away through the night, leaving behind a rainbow trail, with numerous troll faces depositing from her butt cheeks as she flies on.
While my daddy stands there gawking at what has just happened, I lay my head upon my pillow, smiling to myself happily, closing my eyes to drift off into a blissful sleep.
I'll never forget this wonderful night.
Princess Molestia is Love.
Princess Molestia is Life.
And I am Princess Molestia's butt-bitch.
The End.