Princess Molestia's Month of Clop

Word puzzles were getting even more terrible and tedious. Again and again, spelling out one of a trillion words that could be used, but must go in the correct place or else you have to start all over again. The go to game for mares well under her age, she had played 950 years worth of them in less time it took for her to realize Friendship was Magic. Boredom overtook her life, and magic was not going to fix this.

Seven letter word for "Sad with nothing to do".

Boredom. Every single word on Celestia's paper was "boredom". She knew Luna was not up for any fun, (as much as what Celestia herself thought in fact was fun) as she was stuck in her room playing games and shouting at other ponies playing the same game through a headset. Deaf to her sister's sighs and blind to her boredom and despair. She sighed deeply and rolled on her back, still holding the paper and quill with her magic. She then proceeded to give voices to these two objects with her own voice. "Paper, Quill... Papyrus, Quilla, I'm bored out of my mind... Have you any suggestions on what to do?" she asked the two.

"I don't see what the big deal is, you do this all the time," the paper said in a rather deep voice.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," the quill said in her high and light voice, "you don't know how much a mare can change in a minute."

"That doesn't really answer my question," Celestia said solemnly. "What am I to do?"

"You're stuck here wallowing in your own despair," Papyrus said with a chuckle. "I can't believe mares as powerful as you get this bored. Even your sister is having more fun than you!"

"Speak for the mare, not against her, Papyrus," Quilla said in an angry tone.

"Oh, then Quilla, what shall I do? I am literally bored out of my mind!" Celestia cried, throwing the two away to the wall, but the paper and quill resisted due to the air and their flat body and feather respectively. "Damn... air resistance." She used her magic to grab the items again and bring them close to her. "I suppose I overreacted... I shouldn't have done that to you two. In reality, aside from Lulu, Twily, Cadie, and Discie, you're all I have to my own self. I can talk to you two about everything! Like... Quilla, you write down everything I know, you and I spend hours talking to friends on the outside world, and I know you love responding to letters from Twily and her friends... And Papyrus... you're everything a quill like Quilla needs. Paper. You two spend all this time fighting, when in the end... you two need eachother... More than I do."

Celestia sent the two objects out of the window, and the wind carried them away together. "Well..." she sighed, walking to her door and touching it with her horn. She looked down to the floor and noticed how clean it looked. Surely, cleanliness was next to princessness, but the floor was boring. It shone, but had no flaw. It was flawed just for being perfect. In that case, it did in fact have a flaw.

"Thinking about this is very boring, Celestia why do you do this to yourself?" the white mare groaned. "Something to do that shows... Authority! A drama between.... real beings! In a way that it could he carried out to pleasure the magic of my horn!"

When it hit her, she stood up straight and began sweating. "No... I told myself I'd never go back to doing that again! Such an absurd act of impulse is so vile... so disgusting... so--!..."

"Can't I just.... do it for one month? Then no more! I shall be done with this evil side! I've been clean for thirty years now... I told myself that Molestia was only a figment of my imagination... she has no control over me..."

"Tia?" Luna called to her sister from behind the room door. "Are you okay in here? You've been rambling quite a bit now... Is there something you want to talk about?"

...

"Tia?"

Luna pushed the door open and saw her sister lying in bed, looking quite famished. "Tia... are you alright? There hadn't happen to anything plaguing your mind, right? Or....er....um..."

"Luna... I'm fine," Celestia replied, looking to Luna with a smile. "Is... Spitfire still coming over?"

Luna blushed and scratched the back of her head. "I actually let the priorities of today slip my mind... I'm sorry..."

"So, you're telling me you don't know?"

Luna stepped back, with her head down. "My deepest apologies..."

"You needn't to be afraid, Luna. Am I not your sister, whom you love?"

Luna was quite perplexed at Celestia's mood and language. She knew something was wrong, but didn't know how to tell Celestia she knew. "Tia... I know. I just felt as if something were wrong."

"You've made that clear, and I'm telling you there's not," Celestia said, when she got a knock at the front door.

Speaking of the devil which was mentioned earlier, it was Spitfire, who had come with Soarin. “Princess Celestia, we came to talk about next month’s air show. You said you’d be free right now?” Spitfire asked her, and Celestia smiled and walked into the living room where the two were. “Princess… You alright?”

“Why do you say that, Spitfire?” Celestia asked, as Luna had tailed right behind her. She began to get paranoid, fearing that all three of them were in her mind, reading her thoughts and her dirty, sinful desires even Discord had no business imagining.

“Princess, you’re as red as a tomato,” Soarin answered for Spitfire, who blushed after he did that.

“I can answer for myself!” Spitfire cried at him, almost hitting him, but she pulled him close for a half hug, chuckling nervously.

“Half hugs disgust me, Spitfire,” Celestia said, glaring at Spitfire and inflicting fear into her. “If you’re going to hug somepony, then you’d better get both your hooves around them.”

Spitfire and Soarin looked to one another and they both saw the worry in each other’s eyes, not wanting to imagine the certain things Celestia may have had planned for them… only if what was sealed thirty years ago would be released once again today. This day would be a no flex zone for them. No boasting. No stunting. Celestia would stop any and every attempt to show off. But that was only her.

Spitfire and Soarin hugged one another, chuckling nervously and sweating. The feelings of uneasiness literally made an obvious stench from them.

Within her mind, it was truly over. Her entire mindset craved sex, to fulfill her pleasures, to molest everypony in her way. Spitfire and Soarin were surely likely to be first, as Celestia did not want to get Luna just yet…

“What am I thinking?” she said aloud. “Such thoughts should never cross my mind… what is wrong with me?--”

“Princess, if…” Spitfire said rather quietly, which was completely out of character for her, “if you want us to leave… we can, if ya want us too.”

Princess Celestia replied quickly, “What makes you say such a silly thing? Come, I need you in the garden out back. I want you to make a light drizzle over my flowers, okay?”

“But Princess, can’t you water your flowers yourself?” Soarin asked her.

Princess Celestia laughed loudly, hopping with joy and pulling Spitfire and Soarin close to her with her magic. “Believe me, watering flowers alone isn’t a pleasurable as having somepony like such a good friend do it for you. It’s so much better.”

She turned to Luna and told her, “You may go back to playing your trivial little games, Luna honey.” She gestured for Luna to go back over into her room.

“Tia… Sister… need you to tell me anything… you know I’m here for you.” Luna still knew something was wrong, but was too stubborn in her way to question Celestia directly.

“Luna, there’s nothing at this moment I need from you. Surely, maybe later I shall consider your aid in watering my flowers,” Celestia answered her with a tad bit of sass. “Aren’t you too busy finding the amulet or something like that?”

Luna looked her in the eyes, but then blushed. She turned for her room and ran forward. “You’re right, Tia! I almost forgot!”

Luna soon was back in her room, with the door closed and her headset back on, once again oblivious as to what was happening currently IRL.

“Now…” Celestia said seductively, leading Spitfire and Soarin outside to the garden out back in the greenhouse and shutting the door behind them, locking the door as well. “Here is my garden…” She sat on a bench in front of them, the bench between two rose bushes and in front of a beautiful water fountain that was blessed with a statue of a mermare. She spread her hindlegs and presented herself proudly, using her magic to pull the two pegasi by their tongues to her crotch slowly. “This… is my flower bush. Would you mind kindly watering my flowers?”