“Um...Anon, can I talk to you about something?”

Twilight stares up at you in obvious discomfort from where she lies underneath your naked body. She looks like she might cry or laugh, and is still deciding which to do. Despite the fact that the expression is kinda cute, You feel frustration rising in you. Does she really have to do this now? You’re standing at attention, you’re poised for penetration, and right now she wants to talk? Fucking TALK?

What the hell horsewoman, this couldn’t wait?

You take a deep breath and suppress your desire to ram her relentlessly for the next hour despite her need to talk.

“What is it baby?” you ask, trying your best to feign interest.

You roll off of her to lie beside her in bed. As you do, she hugs the sheet up around her neck as if protecting her body. You’re not sure why, she’s always naked anyway. In fact, the only one who seems to care about nudity is Spike. Sure, it’s fine when she walks around the house naked, but if you bust into his room to steal his personal massager one afternoon with everything hanging out, suddenly it’s a big fucking problem. Hypocritical little bitch dragon.

“W-well,” she begins haltingly. “When I was bathing yesterday, I noticed some…reddish bumps on my mare-parts.”

Your heart sinks. Oh. Oh fucking no. You suddenly know exactly where this is going. You swallow hard and wait for the other shoe to drop.

“I...I think I might have some sort of illness down there,” she says. “And…I’m afraid I may have given it to you.”

Given it...to you? You swallow again, and this time the lump in your throat is reluctant to go down. She goes on in a rush. There are tears welling up in her eyes with every word.

“You see, I’ve...been with a lot of other stallions before. And...” She sniffs and looks away from you, obvious guilt blooming in her cheeks.

“Y-yes?” you almost squeak out.

“And…I’ve also been with quite a few while with you.”

You drop your head into your hands, boner fully deflated. I mean, you know a Princess can have pretty much any guy she wants, but she’s really been with other stallions while you two have been dating? Fuck…how many?

“How many?” you barely whisper.

She winces at the question, but does answer.

“At least ten...probably more.”

You feel like screaming, crying, laughing hysterically. There are so many things you want to say, but right now none of them are becoming real words.

“I don’t know who I got it from,” she says tearfully. “But I think you might have it, I’ve seen you itching down there yesterday, but I was too ashamed to say anything. B-but I want to be honest with you now. I'm so sorry I cheated on you. So, so sorry. C-can you ever forgive me?”

When you don't move or answer, she reaches out to touch you.

“Get out.”

Her hooves freeze and she never makes contact. She looks up at you, horror and shame in her whore eyes. Without another word or any protest, she rises, weeping openly and leaves your bedroom. You hear the front door shut as she leaves.

The moment you realize she’s gone, you flop back onto the pillow, and you feel a very shameful, very relieved smile flooding across your face.

Stupid stupid fucking mare. She’s slept with so many stallions, and she’ll sleep with so many more. Tonight, she’ll go out and fuck some young buck to drown her sorrows. He’ll fuck some mare after that. It will go on and on, they'll spread it to everyone. Twilight will blame herself, and they'll all vilify her like a pony Typhoid Mary. A diseased princess.

And she’ll never even fucking realize that you were the one who gave it to her in the first place.

That’s how you infected all of Ponyville with Herpes.

-End-

Author's Note

I'm not sorry.