Her Most Faithful Servant

Dear Princess Celestia,

You’ve instructed me to begin writing letters to you, so here I am. Doing it. Uh. I’m afraid I’m not really sure what you want me to say though. I suppose I’ll just start at the beginning.

It all began when Twilight and Rarity mentioned that I should go to the Grand Galloping Gala with them. I told them that I’d get ahold of a ticket, and in a few weeks, we were there. There were all sorts of ponies enjoying themselves and some of the best food I’ve had the chance to eat during my time in Equestria. I didn’t really know anyone else that attended, so I found myself sticking close to Rarity all night as she introduced me to various ponies. I probably couldn’t tell you a third of their names if I tried.

To be honest, I was bored. I found myself not really knowing why I was there. It seemed like it was going to be a bit of a waste of a night, until I broke off from Rarity to grab a drink. That’s when a voice I didn’t recognize said ‘Hello.’

Your voice.

I turned to see you standing there, as if it were nothing at all, and I was shocked. The ruler of Equestria? Wanting to talk to me? Why? I wasn’t anything special. I said ‘Hi,’ back and our conversation began.

It began just like all of the other conversations I’ve made with ponies in the past. What was I? A human. How did I come to Equestria? I didn’t remember. What was life back on Earth like? More of the same. Except the critical difference between this conversation and the other citizens of Equestria was that you seemed to care about what I was saying. You were really, really interested. I found myself blushing and looking directly into your eyes a few times and I just felt.. I dunno. Special.

At one point, you asked if I would like a private tour of the castle. I was really taken aback. I practically shouted ‘Of course!’ and followed you.

As we walked through the halls, you asked me about what my life was like back in Ponyville. I coughed and shook my head. I really didn’t want to get into it, but you said that you would have been more than happy to listen, no matter what it was.

The fact was, I was unhappy with myself. I’ve felt like a doormat for everypony since day one. A part of me knew it too. I wanted to be accepted and loved by all of the ponies in town at all costs. I suppose at some point… I stopped thinking about myself. I shook my head and put on my normal forced smile, saying that you didn’t have to worry about my petty troubles.

But when I turned back to look at you again, I saw genuine care and concern written on your face. I felt relieved. In fact, I suddenly felt comfortable. Which is more than I could say that I felt lately in Ponyville.

“Is it just that you feel like you are being used?” you asked.

I rubbed the back of my head as we stood in the empty castle hallway, far away from the party.

“Well, I mean. I guess I don’t really feel like I belong here. I keep trying to fit in and get in the good graces of all the ponies, but I just can’t do it. I don’t feel good enough,” I sighed, looking to the floor. “I feel… lonely. And frustrated. And-” But I couldn’t finish my sentence. You gently placed a hoof to my lips, lifted my head to meet your gaze, then kissed me.

I felt the world disappear around me, for just a split moment as my wide eyes stared at you. Why? I didn’t understand what was happening. Was this okay? Was a I breaking some sort of unspoken law? Was it something I said? Why me?

Then, I closed my eyes, and lost myself to the sensation, because it suddenly didn’t matter to me. I moved one of my hands to your cheek and stepped in closer, our tongues intertwining into a passionate, unforgettable dance.

You broke the kiss, then looked back into my eyes as I smiled dorkily. I had no idea why this happened or what I did to deserve this, but I wasn’t going to ask any questions.

At least, not right at that moment.

You asked me a simple question. Do I want to become more confident? I instantly replied ‘Yes’

You asked, Did I want to feel strong? I snapped back another ‘Yes’.

Finally you asked, Did I want to be your plaything? I paused, unsure of what you meant.

I asked you what it meant to be a plaything. The short answer you gave, was that it was a little complicated for those without an open mind.The long story short was that it had to do with BDSM. Which was a little offsetting for me. I heard about that stuff before, but it always kinda intimidated me. I was under the impression that it was all about whips and chains and stuff, but you gave me an odd look when I told you what I thought it was. I mean, I thought it was all about rough sex. Which, I mean, I’d totally be into. But apparently, I wasn’t really on point. You smiled and said that we could go over some of the finer points later on.

So, then I was curious. Perhaps it was that curiosity or maybe a little bit of ‘I haven’t gotten off in forever’ that led me to agree to be your student, but now I just want to know. How can learning about these things change my life so drastically? I guess all I can do is my best. I just hope that’s good enough.

Let’s be honest, I’ll probably mess this up.

Uhm. My temporary move into the castle went really well. It will be really nice to get away from Ponyville for a little while. Thanks again for that. That town has me so stressed out. Between work and just trying to make ends meet. Ugh. Don’t get me started on that. You already got enough of an earful of that at the Gala. I’m still not fully sure why you said I could stay at the castle for a few weeks because of it, though.

Tomorrow is supposed to be our first lesson. I’m really nervous. I’m just going to hope for the best.

Your Faithful Student,
Anonymous