Parents' Night Out

“You promise you won’t leave me alone?” you ask, your voice choking.

“I promise, Anon,” she says, holding you in her hooves. “I’m sorry your parents don’t love you anymore. But I will keep you safe. I promise.”

How could your parents abandon you so easily? Is something wrong with you?

You sniff, tears dripping down your face. Your gaze breaks away from Princess Cadance and scans to the ground. Shivers run down your spine in gentle tingles as you realize that you’ve been shaking. Your breath comes and goes in shallow waves. You blink, feeling as if the floor beneath you has been shattered, and now you’re falling in some terrible dream that you’ll never wake from.

You’re an orphan now. Thrown away by his only family, who spoke behind your back in hushed tones and muted conversation. You are unwanted. You are unloved. You close your eyes and feel a small part of you drift away, taking with it the heat that kept your optimism and self-worth. The world is a cold place, and you’re freezing to death. Your fur is numb to the touch.

But, even in this blizzard, two warm hooves hold tightly around you, cradling you, giving you life, whispering into your ear.

“I love you, Nonny. I’ve got you. You’re mine now. Everything will be over soon.”

You sniff, clutching tightly to the one pony who is always there, watching over you.

“I love you too, Cadance.”

She holds you close and you wrap your hooves around her. Her embrace feels like a new home, her gentle walls pink and filled with the song of her voice. Here, you feel safe. You feel welcomed. You feel that you have worth. If Princess Cadance is here, you know everything will be okay in the end. You have her, and she has you. Every little kiss sends trickles of life back into you.

Feeling the feathery softness of her wings envelop you, the warmth returns to your soul, and your heart feels as if it’s finally began beating again. In this, you have a new life. Reborn not as the son of your mom and dad, but as something new. You are Anonymous. You are Princess Cadance’s special somepony, and you are totally, completely, and wholly hers.

A feeling wells in the pit of your stomach, something new. A feeling that is so fragile that if it shattered it would destroy your world, and with it, your very existence. However, the feeling pulses through you, so strong that you feel thoughts automatically translate to actions, as if programmed by some greater being than you. You feel a need to make her proud. To pay her back. A need to be of use. A need to have meaning in this life. You feel a sense of uselessness that courses through your entire being and burns you from the inside like a raging fire.

“I… I want to make you happy,” you say, your voice broken. “But, I don’t know what to do.”

Cadance smiles, rubbing her cheek against yours, then moves to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll let you take the lead then. Kiss me. Be my good boy.”

You lips move up to hers, your mouth salty-sweet with the tears of your love. She shudders at your touch, but does not resist as your tongue moves to part her lips. Cadance pulls you closer with all of her being, holding you tightly. You love how tightly she squeezes you, because if she let go now, you worry that the glue that held you together might fail, and you may never be truly whole again.

Your tongue collides with hers and you feel your soul come alive, but this is different than any other time. This is not a kiss you’ve practiced or even imagined. There’s a much more natural force guiding your actions, welling deep inside of you and attempting to burst forth to the world. Is this love? Is this what love truly is? This feeling of total and complete sacrifice of the self? You feel her tongue press against yours, and you feel her follow your lead, letting you take control of her. Letting you do exactly what you need to do to feel alive.

One of your hooves moves up to her mane as you move a strand behind her ear. Your hoof rests on the back of her neck as you press her into the kiss, keeping her here. Keeping her close. Just as she said she’ll never let you go, you tell her, without a word, you will never leave her as long as you still draw breath.

You stop, pulling away to breathe, a bead of saliva connecting your open mouths. You taste her signature flavor still cling in your mouth, physically absorbing her into you. Cadance smiles, looking down with an expression of care and concern, as if worried for a wounded pet.

“L-like that?” you say, choking back your emotions.

“Just like that. You don’t have to stop,” she replies. “I love you, Anon.”

“I love you too, Cadance.”

You blink out your last two tears as you push yourself back to her. Your tongue pulls her back in, and you fall into step, continuing your kiss. Her hoof moves up and down your back, and you feel her meaning. She says that you should continue and do what feels right. There’s nothing wrong with what you’re feeling or doing. Just let go, and feel the burning passion of your love take control of your actions.

You breathe into her mouth and feel her moan through your lips. The tears from your cheek transfer to her cheeks and absorb into each other’s fur. Sadness flows out of you, as if transferred from you to her, and disappears, broken by your love. You can feel her mouth shaping words, matching yours, saying a phrase that cradles you and makes you feel one with her: “I love you.”

That fragile feeling inside of you builds and builds as you gingerly push on her with a hoof, taking position for you to give your love to her. Cadance smiles and, without a word, she eases herself backward as you kiss her, never releasing you from her embrace. She lies back in the grass, her ponytail off to the side, eyes closed, mouth locked onto yours. You break the kiss once more, bringing your head up to look at your love.

You open your eyes and gaze down at the goddess before you, her fur brilliant, her mane a picture perfect vision of beauty, her breath shallow and fast. Then, she opens her eyes, just enough so you can see those amethyst eyes sparkle.

“I love you, Cadance,” you say.

“I love you too, my good little boy,” she says soothingly.

You bend your head down to her and place your lips to her again, but slower, not pushing your tongue in. Your hooves move to either side of her head, just like another time in a place that used to be called home. But this is different. Whereas that time was on instruction and filled with nervousness, this feels normal. This is what you want to do. This is what gives you worth. This makes the world feel like a warmer, happier place to live in. A place worth living in.

You know you cannot-- should not rush this. Everything needs to be perfect. You will make her proud. And by making her feel proud, you will feel whole. You will feel alive, warm, and loved.

You press harder, feeling her warm breath against your fur. She pulls you closer to her, her hooves digging into the fur on your back and your mane. Your eyes are closed, but you see each other in a way like never before. You’ve seen each other with all of the jewelry off and walls of privacy torn away, but now, together, you’re truly naked.

You feel a pulsing between your legs, your dick that presses against her chest. She moans and you feel her mouth upturn, but she doesn’t say a word. She knows what will come as well as you, however you can be patient. You can satisfy her. You are hers and you will show just how good you are for her. You will make her proud to call you ‘her Anon.’

Breaking away once more, you gaze down at her beauty.

“I want you,” you say to her.

“Take me,” she says with a smile. “I’m yours and I’ll keep you.”

A blazing heat floods through your chest, a breath of life. This is it. This is what you want. This is what you need in order to feel whole again.

Your lips move down, kissing the inside of her chin one inch at a time towards her chest. Your hooves travel further, caressing her fur as if it were the first time. You explore her fur, taste it against your lips, breathe in her flowery aroma that makes you feel strong.

She hums in approval, slowly letting her wings curl back to her sides. One of her hooves moves to yours and holds it gently, not halting your advances, but rather proving that she won’t let you go. Her other hoof moves to the back of your head, caressing you.

“Oh, Nonny. I love you,” she moans.

“I love you too, my Princess,” you answer, in-between the travel of your kisses.

“My Prince,” she whispers to the wind as the leaves rustle through the trees once more.

The sun moves ever slowly towards the horizon and catches the edge of the treeline, casting a yellow filter of light against the scene of your passion. Your eyes move up just in time to see the sparkle of her amethyst eyes once more, and a flurry of warmth shoots through you once more. A flurry of feeling alive.

You move down, reach her underbelly, and she whimpers. Here, lightly peaking out against her fur were two perky nipples. Flesh that would be used to produce milk for her foals when she grows to be an adult. You bring a hoof to one of her tits and gently caress them. She gasps, letting go of her grasp on your arm and bringing a hoof to her lips.

“That was nice,” she whispers, giving you the praise that you crave.

Your kisses continue to tip-toe down her underbelly, your left hoof rubbing and flicking her nipples. Her gentle moans and gasps travel through the air, muffled by the hoof she holds to her mouth. You apply pressure to her tit and she lightly gasps for breath.

“Ooh, Anon,” she whimpers. “That’s nice… Flick them… Twist them a little.”

Releasing your grip, you continue to twist and flick at her nipple as your lips move ever closer, teasing. Wanting. You feel her hoof tighten around your mane and push you gently, guiding your path to the side that hasn’t received any of your special treatment just yet. You crave to leap to the spot immediately, but you take your time, inching ever closer. You will make her be patient. You will make her proud of your own patience.

“Good boy,” she says. “Mnph. Use your mouth.”

Soon enough, amidst the gasps and whisperings of your name, your lips connect with her right nipple. You kiss, feeling the smooth feeling of her skin in your mouth. Now it’s your turn to moan, pleased by her taste in your mouth, sending shockwaves of vibration through her skin. She gasps out, smiling and leaning her head back, relishing the sensation. Your tongue escapes its confines and slides its way across the tip of her breast.

Cadance draws a careful breath, her mouth opening widely and releases a tiny giggle.

“Oohh yes. That’s so good,” she says.

You murmur in satisfaction at her comment, encouraging her to use her words. Her powerful words that sent rushes of life through your brittle form. You suck against her breast, pulling it into your mouth, tasting her body for your own pleasure. She holds strong to her grasp on your mane, but not for you to pull away, but rather as if begging for more. You pull harder against her tit, flicking it in your mouth with your tongue. She shivers in delight as you swirl your tongue around the tender spot.

Letting go to breathe, your feel your breaths match, hearts race together, and thoughts both are a whirling mess of emotions, yet completely blank. You push your face closer to her nipple one more time and gently graze your teeth against the tip. She shivers, gasping for air and pulling at your mane. You wrap your teeth around her tit, but not too hard. She grabs your mane tightly as you affix your pinch on her other side.

She yelps, pain and pleasure mixing together as you slowly increase the pressure of your teeth on her nipple. Cadance gasps out, breathing faster.

“Ooh, Anon! Just like that. Not too much harder,” she instructs.

You do as you are told.

You flick your tongue at the skin contained in your teeth and she gasps in pleasure, her hoof tightening around your mane. Then, you release her tit from your grasps and lets her breath go. She whimpers gently at the overwhelming wave of mixed sensations. Then, you set your lips on a journey once more, devoted to making her feel like the goddess you know she is.

Moving your lips down further, you find yourself in between her legs. She parts them for you willingly. And now, you don’t have to sneak glances or try to clean a stain to see her. Her sex lies in front of you, waiting and wanting for your touch. Your lips move down, and you can feel the heat of her passion against your fur. Placing your lips against her flower, you taste the sweet, yet tangy rush of her juices against your tongue. You place your mouth against a protruding bump and Cadance moans openly for the first time, letting the world bear witness to your love.

You let your tongue escape your lips and rub along this bump as she grabs your mane.

“Ooohh, yes! Please, right on my clit,” she pants.

You lick up and down against her heat, inciting more and more gasps from your love. Her body moves unconsciously, pressing herself against you as you taste the flowery overtones. You wrap your hooves around her legs, holding her still and steadying yourself against her. You feel yourself throb painfully, begging for release, but you hold yourself firm, content to be patient.

Moving your tongue down, you press against her opening, twirling yourself around her sex. Cadance closes her eyes and lets a tiny, satisfied moans leave her lips. Her hoof moves down to your mane and holds you tightly as the other holds your mane tightly. You move your tongue to her sex, then press against it gently, sneaking your way inside. She whimpers into the wind as you try to show her how much she means to you by giving her everything she could possibly crave.

Moving your tongue in and out of her, she gasps and whispers to you.

“Oh Anon. Yes, Anon. Oh my god. Just like that.”

You feel yourself throb more and more as you continue to push her further into the throes of passion. But then, she tugs against your mane, bringing you away from your act. Did you do something wrong? Caution and concern shoot through you as you pull your head up to look at her. She looks down at you with pity, biting her lip.

“Bring your flank over me,” she says. “Let me taste you.”

“O-okay,” you whimper.

With a smile and a shudder, you move your flank to have your dick hanging beside her mouth. Looking down, you still have full view and access to her quivering sex. Now, both of you can use your mouths at the same time. Taking a hoof, she reaches up to your quivering form and licks a dribble of clear fluid off the end of your shaft. You gasp and move your mouth closer to her clit. Starting with a kiss, she lets you into her mouth, letting warmth wash over your dick.

“Should I keep going?” you ask, unsure of yourself.

You take the ‘Mhm’ she hums into your dick as a sign of approval.

Burying your mouth into her flower, you continue to lick as you feel her mouth take more and more of your form. She sucks against your rod tightly as her lips slide up and down. You moan into her slit, mind and thoughts becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure that enraptures your senses. You need to focus, or you will mess this up. You can’t upset her now. She’s all you have left.

You wrap your hooves around her hind legs tighter this time, feeling all of your muscles tense. Your tongue moves faster around the tip of her flower as you suckle against it gently. Cadance moans into your dick, sending vibrations throughout it’s whole form. You feel yourself getting closer, and you focus harder on your mission. You can’t disappoint her. You can’t be a failure.

You gasp and moan against her clit as she sucks even harder. You hips move with a mind of their own as you buck into her mouth. Her hips buck against your lips, pressing her heat directly into you. You feel your whole body tense tightly as you break away and gasp openly into the air.

“Oh my god,” you wail into the open air. “I’m so close.”

A new sensation overwhelms you. A new chill of guilt. You can’t be close. Not yet. You’ve just started. You can’t be done yet. You want to be patient. You want to make her feel like a goddess. She slips her mouth off your dick as her words hold you gently, calming your mind.

“It’s okay. Cum for me,” she says gently.

She wraps her mouth back around you and moves even faster up and down your shaft. You gasp into the open air, your hooves clenching against her hind legs tightly. You bury your mouth into her clit and suck hard. Cadance moans into your dick as the build up grows and grows until you feel like you might explode.

Then, you feel the pressure at your base release. Cadance whimpers in happy approval as your fluids shoot into her mouth and she sucks happily, trying to extract every last drop. You open your mouth, tongue hanging out as every muscle in your body relaxes and collapses against her form. You feel her tongue swirl around you and clean the last bits of your climax off of you.

But then, you blink, shaking away the hazy pleasures that try to grab ahold of you. You know you aren’t done. Your satisfaction takes a backseat to hers. Pushing yourself back up on four hooves, you pull your erect form out of her mouth.

You failed.

“Mmm. Well that was nice. Thank you,” she whispers.

And your failure washes away. Forgiven by her gentle words.

You turn yourself around, your gaze tracing the pink alicorn that would hold you for the rest of time, if you simply asked. You look into her eyes, still sparkling as the scene turns from yellow to orange under the setting sun. Bringing your mouth closer to hers, you whisper to her in a voice that feels so distant from yours.

“I want you to feel perfect.”

Cadance smiles and slides her lips against yours, each tasting the mix of each other's fluids and passion on your lips.

“You already do,” she says.

Your resolve hardens as you feel yourself shake once more. You place your lips against hers, tasting the sweet nectar of the love you make with her. Cadance wraps her hind legs around you and places a hoof behind your head, pressing you into the kiss. Your member pushes itself against her and you feel your body buck reflexively. You moan into the kiss, feeling tingles shoot through your spine to the tips of your hooves.

You move your hooves down once more to align yourself better with her sex. She reaches a hoof down to grab you, but you whisper to her.

“No, let me. I can do this.”

She smiles and retracts a hoof, placing it on your back.

“Okay, Nonny,” she says.

You place a hoof at the base of your dick and carefully move yourself up and down her entrance, wetting your member. Her warmth is intoxicating and sends a rush of adrenaline through your veins. Your mind goes blank for a moment, before you focus yourself at the task at hoof. While you wish to lose yourself to the pleasure, your focus is on her. You long for her to hold you in her hooves, gently caressing your back, whispering “Good boy.”

Cadance sighs in content, biting her lip at the feeling of you teasing her. As you move your dick up to her clit, she bites her lip harder and moans under her breath.

“Anon… please,” she says. “Put it in me.”

You whimper as her words swim through your mind. Moving yourself down to her entrance, you push lightly. She welcomes you easily as you push into her sex. The two of you gasp in unison as you move yourself back up to her. Placing your lips on hers, you feel the two of you become one, holding each other tightly in love’s tender embrace.

Your tongue pushes into her mouth and twists and turns with hers as you slowly push yourself in and out of her, savoring every second of the sensation. You let out tiny grunts and groans into her mouth to match her moans.

You break the kiss and look down into her face, keeping your rhythm slow, controlled, and steady.

“I love you, my Princess,” you say to her.

“I love you too, Nonny.”

“I’m yours,” you say, the words feeling sweet and powerful coming from your lips.

Cadance smiles, unfurling her wings and wrapping them around you once again, shielding you like a blanket. The sky shifts to an orange red, the sunset painting the sky a perfect mixture of blues, reds, oranges, and yellows, shooting through the leaves of the forest as if the entire place is lit aflame from your passion.

“You’re mine, Nonny,” she says gently. “I’m never going to let you go.”

You smile, your movements slow and diligent. She moves her body in unison with you, your heartbeats and natural rhythms locked and intertwined like her hoof in your mane.

“You promise?” you ask weakly, letting the frailty inside escape for only a moment.

Cadance places her lips against yours tenderly, not breaking stride or form. The two of you still move together like ocean waves on the shore. In that moment, she takes your frailty and holds it, wordlessly promising to keep it safe from any evil that could threaten it. Wordlessly, she promises to keep you in her hooves for the rest of her days. Then, she breaks the kiss and says the words you’ve been dying to hear.

“I promise,” she says like a caring mother to her scared child. “I promise I’ll never let you go, Nonny.”

You push yourself in deeper, increasing the intensity of your thrust and she sighs in content. You carefully regulate yourself, sure not to let yourself become lost so easily in pleasure like you had before. A bead of sweat drips down your forehead and moves down your fur. You breath heavily, feeling her hooves pull against you in her own reflexive pleasure. You feel her hold onto you tightly, as if by pulling you close it would keep the two of you together, just like this, forever.

“Oh, Anon,” Cadance gasps in between moans. “You’re such a good boy.”

The words energize your actions and reinforce your intentions. You’re doing a good job. You’re making her feel amazing. You’re being useful. Words that you didn’t know you long for sing so sweetly in your ear from somepony you never expected would say them to you. You’re a good boy, and it makes you feel strong.

Your cock slides in and out of her at a more natural pace as Cadance bucks her hips into you. You place your lips back on hers, and her tongue pushes its way into your mouth, eager to pick up where you previously left off. She moans into your mouth, letting out tiny yelps as you push deeper and deeper inside of her. You push yourself into her to the hilt and she cries out in pleasure.

“Was that okay?” you ask reflexively.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, her body continuing to move against your rock hard member.

You pick up the pace, pushing yourself against her harder and harder. Cadance leans her head back, eyes closed, biting her lip as building pleasure floods through her body. You bury your face into her neck and breathe in her scent. You feel your teeth grit as you try to keep up the pace and stay focused. You can’t lose your pace. But, it’s hard to do, when you feel the building pressure in your body begging for you to thrust harder. It’s hard to do when you feel you want to give her every last ounce of yourself.

Cadance’s hooves dig into your back and pull at your fur, holding you down even harder. You feel your teeth clench tighter as you focus on even, deep strokes. You place your lips on her neck, gently kissing up and down from her shoulders to her chin.

“Oh, Nonny,” she moans.

“Cadance,” you mutter through your teeth.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” you moan back.

You feel your mouth open and your teeth nibble at her fur, tasting her hot, sweaty form. The taste is savory in your mouth, and she yips in pleasure. You nibble up and down her neck, eliciting more cries out into the open air around them, proclaiming their love to the world of Equestria.

Cadance’s breathing quickens as you feel yourself push harder and harder, slowly losing control of your concentration. The heat in your loins is building up, blurring your thoughts and replacing them with a desire for release. The thoughts of becoming fully one with your love. Then, Cadance stops moving with you.

“Hold on,” she says.

You stop, looking into her eyes, the two you pant in unison, heartbeats fully synchronized.

“Good boy. Don’t worry, I just want to change positions,” she says giving you a peck on the lips. “You’re making me proud.”

You back off of her, your rod pulling out of her, forcing both of you to release a mild yelp of pleasure. She turns onto all fours and raises her rear into the air, pulling her tail to the side.

“I want you like this,” she says, curling her wings back to her side and shaking her flank. “Mount me, Nonny. Fill me with your cum, please.”

You move closer to her, then place yourself against her sex once more. Pushing in easily you plunge yourself to the hilt, filling the air with your whimpers. Moving your front hooves to hold onto her wings, you pull yourself back, then push yourself deep inside again. Cadance screams in pleasure like you’ve never heard before.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“That was so hard,” she says dazily. “Don’t stop.”

You gasp, feeling the hazey, primal lust overwhelm you once more as you push yourself deep inside Cadance. Together, the two of you grunt, groan, and buck into each other, becoming fully lost to the act. The princess’s voice dispurses into the open air, her tongue hanging out, her words becoming more blurred and incoherent.

“Oh Anon! Oh my, Anon…” she screams. “Yes! Oh my god, yes! Please. It’s so good. Your dick feels so good. Harder! Harder!”

You push yourself in more and more, sweat dripping off your body onto hers. You breathe hard and fast in an effort to keep up with the exertion your body is putting out. You grit your teeth and grunt in the effort of your labor. You grab her wings tightly, in an effort to have a stronger hold on her. You can feel yourself pushing into her even deeper than before. She gasps loudly, but does not complain. Her mouth opens, speechless.

“I love you, Cadance! Oh my God,” you say, mirroring her. “Yes! You feel so good. Mmph. Oh god.”

“Keep pulling my wings, Anon. It’s so good,” she whimpers, pain and pleasure mingling together.

You feel yourself slide in and out of her easily as she bucks against you. Then, her walls tighten hard around you. Putting more force in every thrust you keep up your pace, pulling her wings to thrust deeper and harder..

“Oh Anon! Anon I’m close! Please. Anon! Give it to me! Give me your cum! Fill me up!”

Hearing the siren song in your ears, you lose all sense of self-control and give her everything you have. Without restraint, you pound your body against hers, pulling against her wings, feeling the pressure in your body build up again, stronger and more intensely than the last. You know you want to give her your fluids, satisfy her wishes, and truly feel like the good boy that you are.

You groan loudly as you feel the muscles in your body tighten to their breaking point as you cry out to Cadance.

“I’m almost there!”

“Together! Let’s cum together!” she begs.

You put every last ounce of energy you have into a handful of final thrusts. You have to make her proud. You have to be a good boy. Then you feel the pressure burst forth from your cock and into Cadance’s body. You shove yourself all the way inside her as every muscle in your body explodes with one thrust of force. The two of you cry out in unison to the world, consummating your love. All of your muscles relax at once, and the energy you once pulled from disappears as you collapse onto Cadance’s exhausted body, a sweaty, tired mess.

You lay atop her body, listening to her heart faintly beat through the fur on her back. Cadance shivers in pleasure, feeling wave after wave of pleasure rolling over her body, eyes closed, body spent. She breathes slowly, sweat dripping down her face into her mane. Her ribbon has been torn away in the chaos.

You feel yourself shrink and leave her, Cadance sighing happily as you exit. White seed dribbles out of her flower as you hang limply beside her. She moves onto her back once more, and holds her hooves out to you.

“Come here, Nonny.”

You move your exhausted muscles over her, and collapse into her embrace, her hooves holding you tightly. Your press your ear to her chest and now can clearly hear the sound of her beating heart, soothing you gently to the beat of your love’s lullaby.

“I love you, Cadance,” you whisper.

“I love you too, Anon,” she whispers back.

Your eyes close and you feel your breathing steady as a wash of calm overtakes you. In her hooves, you feel safe. You know, in your heart, that you’ve satisfied her, and you’ve been satisfied. The world feels like a kinder, gentler place to live in, and you feel that you’ve found your place within it. This is the life you want. This is the life you would be happy to live.

You feel yourself drifting away from the small clearing that the two of you are collapsed in. Exhaustion ushers you away to a place where you can rest soundly, a bed made of pink fur and with beating heart. As you slowly fall into a realm of sleep, you hear one thing that sticks to you, holds you, caresses you, and makes you feel at home.

“I’m proud of you,” Cadance says. “My good little boy. My Anon.”

You feel your consciousness stir, and you feel your breathing once more. A new assault of sensation surrounds you. You hear no heartbeat. You feel no warmth. You open your eyes carefully, fearfully. To your shock, you find yourself on a white, cold marble ground.

Sitting up quickly, you find no Cadance, no trees, no grass or any sort of environment. Only a large white room with a large orb hovering in the middle of it. Rising to your hooves in a panic, you scan urgently for any sort of door or window to gauge your surroundings.

“Hello?” you call out, fear beginning to grip your soul.

“Hello,” an unfamiliar voice answers back.

The voice hardily eases your worries as a figure walks slowly out from the other side of the orb. An alicorn, clothed in white, with a rainbow-pastel mane, moves into your vision as you take careful steps backward. For a moment, you swear you’ve never seen this pony in your life, but then, comprehension grips you. You have seen this pony before. You know you have, at least from school or a painting or a stained glass window.

“Princess… Princess Celestia?” you ask to the mare.

“That’s right,” Celestia says gently. “And you must be Anon, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Y-yeah. That’s me,” you reply, looking around the room. “Where am I?”

“That’s a very good question. There’s no reason to be alarmed. You’re dreaming right now, Anon. This large orb that you see is one of the Ancient Magic Artifacts of Equestria. Ever since Nightmare Moon was banished for her actions, I’ve done my best to help rule over the land of dreams. While this came naturally to my sister, it’s a much more difficult task for me. So I use this artifact to perform this duty.”

“O-oh. I see,” you say, still unsure. “But, why are you in my dream?”

Princess Celestia smiles and moves closer to you. You choose not to back away, deciding that the ruler of Equestria is somepony you can probably trust. Everypony loves and looks up to her, including Cadance. But the question still remains in your mind. Why is she here?

“Well, you see, Anon,” she says gently. “I get the impression that you’ve had a very, very hard time recently. I was wondering if you’d like to just… talk for a little while. All we’re going to do is chat, and when you wake up, everything will be right back the way it was. Does that sound fair?”

You nod, feeling somewhat eased by her care. Who would have thought that the ruler of Equestria was so nice? You wouldn’t think that she would be interested in spending much time around little ponies. Was there something special about you? Is something going on? Or even worse….

Is this about your parents?

“Tell me, Anon,” she asks. “What do you like to do for fun?”

“Uhm. I really like video games, I guess. I like movies. Recess at school is fun, but I don’t have many friends there.”

“Really?” Celestia asks. “You seem like such a nice little colt. Don’t you have any friends?”

“Well yeah. Cadance is my friend. She’s my best friend,” you say to her.

Celestia hums, sitting down beside you. A part of you is unnerved, seeing the tall alicorn towering above you, her hair magically waving to an unseen breeze.

“Hungry?” she asks with a smile.

“Y-yeah,” you say.

Her horn glows with golden-yellow energy, and a small plate of cookies appears in front of you. The chocolate morseled sweets tease you. Their fresh, oven-baked smell permeates the room and tingles your nostrils. You feel your mouth water. Maybe… one wouldn’t hurt.

“Then by all means, have as many as you’d like.”

Mom doesn’t like when you eat too many sweets.

Then again, on the other hoof, you aren’t really going back to Mom anytime soon. You couldn’t, even if you wanted to. Plus, this is a dream. There must be some sort of exception to dream cookies, right? You pick up one of the treats and take a bite. The warm, gooey cookie melts in your mouth as you savor its flavor.

“These are really good,” you say.

“I’m happy to hear that,” she says with a laugh. “So, Princess Cadance is your best friend?”

“Mhm,” you say, taking another bite of cookie. “She’s really nice. We get to play a lot of games together, and she takes care of me really well.”

“Really?” she asks kindly. “You two have spent a lot of time together then?”

“Yeah. She used to be my babysitter, before Mom and Dad started fighting again. But she would come over and take care of me.”

“I see,” Princess Celestia continues. “And, did your Mom and Dad know when she would come over?”

Suddenly the cookie feels bittersweet in your mouth. You gulp the bite down and look to the floor, refusing to look at the Princess.

“It’s okay, Anon,” she says sweetly. “You won’t be in trouble. I’m just interested. We’re just talking. You don’t have to lie to me.”

You look back up to Princess Celestia, fear clutching at your stomach. Would Cadance be mad if you answered truthfully? Celestia is her aunt and teacher, isn’t she? Celestia should understand everything that’s going on. The Princess should be supportive of Cadance’s actions, right?

“No, they didn’t. One night she came to the house when I was left alone. I was really sad that night and crying a lot. She came and helped cheer me up.”

Celestia nods, her face stoic and calm. A part of you is unnerved that you can’t tell if the news has made her feel concerned or relieved.

“What sort of things have you and Cadance done, Anon?” she asks.

“Well all sorts of things,” you answer, happy to change the subject. “We’ve played games, watched movies. Took naps. She helped me take a bath once. And she made dinner a few times. She’s a really good cook.”

“That sounds yummy,” Celestia says. “I’ll have to remind her to make dinner some time. I’d like to try some of that for myself.”

“Mhm. She even brought over this Daring Doo movie that didn’t even come out yet! It was really cool.”

“That sure sounds cool,” the alicorn says. “Now, did you say, she helped you take a bath?”

You stop, silent once more.

“Well, uhm. Yeah,” you answer, unsure of yourself.

“I see. I was just making sure,” she says. “Babysitters have a hard job, I just want to make sure she was doing everything she needed to do.”

“Oh, I see,” you say relaxing. “So, you’re just making sure she’s a good babysitter?”

“That’s a good way to think about it. I’m kind of curious, has Cadance ever done anything special for you?”

You pause, thinking to yourself over all of the things that Cadance had done for you the last few weeks. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. Celestia needs to make sure Cadance is a good babysitter. So, telling her the truth, about how she’s helping you get away from your parents, would be helping her. Right?

“Uhm, well, She’s been helping me deal with my parents lately. They’ve been fighting a lot. Cadance would come over and help me feel better. Then, she told me about how she ran away when her parents fought when she was little, and it helped her become an Alicorn.”

“I see,” Celestia says quietly.

“And, well, she promised that her and I could live together if I ever needed to get away. So, I did. She helped me run away to the castle and we slept in her room for the night. There was this stallion that tried to attack me along the way, but she beat him up really bad. It was pretty scary.”

You pause, your eyes moving to the floor. A question forms in your mouth, but you feel too afraid to ask. After a moment of silence, you build the courage to say what you mean.

“Do alicorns do bad things to ponies sometimes?” you ask.

Celestia pauses, looking to the orb in the center of the room, then looks down to the floor.

“As a Princess, sometimes we must do things that we do not want to do, and others see it as bad. Sometimes we must do things we do not want to do, but others see it as good. It’s hard to find something bad or good until it has already been done, and by then, it’s too late. What’s done has been done. But, as a Princess, we have the responsibility to be as good as possible,” she says looking back to you. “So that everypony else can be happy.”

You smile and look down to the ground, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks.

“Cadance certainly has made me happy. She…” you say, but you pause, unsure if you can divulge this to the Princess. Could you tell her this? If Celestia wants to be sure that Cadance is a good Princess, shouldn’t you tell her how happy she’s made you?

“She’s my special somepony.”

Celestia remains silent for a moment and looks away from you. The room is quiet, with the exception of a dull hum that the orb gives off in the room.

“Is… is that a bad thing, Princess?” you ask, guilt rising in your chest.

“It’s hard to say, Anon. I sure hope it is not,” she says. “May I ask you another question, Anon?” Celestia says.

“Sure,” you say.

“Where did you and Cadance go after coming to the Castle?” she asks.

“I… I don’t know. She just took this bag of books with us and we flew somewhere. We stopped for a second. And now I’m here.”

Celestia smiles, nodding to you.

“Thank you for your honesty, Anon. I’m sure she would be very happy to know that you’ve been telling me the truth.”

A part of you feels relieved, knowing Celestia can see your discomfort. She seems nice and gentle. In some ways, Celestia reminds you of your Mom when she was happy. The thought of that calms you down as you take another cookie.

“Anon, do you mind if I ask you one last question?” she says.

“Sure,” you say, taking a bite.

Celestia pauses and turns to you, looking down. Examining your expression, you can see she almost looks sad. She opens her mouth once or twice, trying to say what she wants to say, but no words come out. Finally, the ruler of Equestria takes a deep breath and speaks up.

“Has Cadance touched you in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable?” she asks.

You stop chewing. You look down at the cookies, and up to Celestia. Suddenly, you have the feeling that you really shouldn’t be here. This is wrong. Something about this is wrong. Cadance would be mad. She’ll be very mad.

“I don’t want to talk about that,” you reply. “I think I want to wake up now.”

Celestia sighs and rises to her hooves.

“Then, it’s just as I feared,” she says sadly. “Very Well. Sleep well, Anon. This will all be over soon.”

The edges of your vision become blurry as you feel your muscles grow weak.
“Wait, what do you mean?” you ask the Princess. “Is everything okay?”

But she does not answer as you feel yourself gravitate to the floor, your eyes shutting tightly. Before you can say another word, you’re already asleep.

You look down at the little colt that’s collapsed against your body, spent, dreaming in a land of possibility and wonder. He’s yours. All yours. In a sense, you’ve almost adopted him now. Maybe not by law, but by body, mind, and soul. This is truly your best work yet.

You pet his mane, relishing the feelings of victory. Soon, the process will be complete. He’ll be your little colt. You’ll be his selfless, immortal caretaker. His mother in all senses but by blood.

Then, no pony can separate him from you. Not even if they wanted.

But for now, you will let him sleep. He will need his energy. The spells and the fountain require a lot of energy to work properly. But it will be worth it.

It will all be over soon.