Seeing Both 'Parts'

by SaiyanUltima

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Sex, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, Main 6, Princess Luna, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Other
Length: 6583

A journey for a mother and her son. A new life that is not as fun for her as it is for her child. And it doesn't help that everyone wants her as much as they want him.

I suppose I could be cliché, but that would not help and is not the case at all. This all-mare world my son and I fell in is too much of a dream come true. It's not easy, but we survive and prosper on this strange planet with the oddest of friends next to us.

Still, there are some good things.

Friendship. Love. Understanding. I never thought to find those things in talking, anthropomorphic ponies. But I have to remember that these mares are—

"Mom, I'm scarred for life!"

"What, why?"

"Pinkie Pie told me that all the mares have wieners as well!"

"They have hotdogs?"

"Not that wiener. THE OTHER WIENER!"

. . .

. . .

"WHAT!?"

(First Person Story. No coverart to properly fit this, but if found, then please let me know.)

Published 2016-04-04 18:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-12-11 21:20:28 UTC

Prologue

Author's Note

No superpowers. No heroism. Just so everyone knows. But expect comedy are the dirty degree and future romance.

Anyway, that is all.

Hope you enjoy. And serious criticism please.

Prologue

"Honey, time to wake up"

He hears that almost every day from me. I have to wake him up so that he is ready for the day ahead. You would think a boy his age would be disobedient and rebellious with his mother, but I guess he's as special as everyone claims. Then again, who would be eager to wake up to a day with these strange creatures in my house. I don't know how a teenager boy's mind works, but I'm pretty sure jumping out of bed and running around as though you're a chicken with its head cut off, while in nothing but your boxers does not count as normal.

"Are they here yet?" He asks in the midst of his panic, searching for a clean towel in his dresser. He was so oblivious to me holding out a fresh one in my arm and his freshly ironed clothes in the other. It is too cute to see him like this.

I laugh as dirty shirts and pants are thrown across the room, some of which I dodge before whistling at a high tune to get his attention.

"Looking for something," I say in a mock tone and shake his necessities slightly. The look in his sea-blue eyes is all I need to know how grateful he is before he snatches them out of my hands.

"Thanks mom," he pecks me on the cheek as I lean down to him. It's weird to think that my son is so reliant and grateful of me. "You are the best."

He runs into his bathroom and shuts the door. I hear the shower run as I scavenge all clothes from the floor into the hamper. His room was a complete mess with books, paper, pencils, and various love letters scattered everywhere. I told him to clean up his room and throw away those pieces of garbage two weeks ago. So why has he not?

I pick one of the letters off the floor and stare at it in disgust, the scent of lavender soaked to the parchment and a lipstick kiss at the bottom left corner. It sickens me to think that our time here has been nothing but a journey for those pedophiles wandering around town to get in my son's pants. If it wasn't for murder being illegal I'd have every one of those perverts on stakes.

"Twilight," I whisper to myself angrily after remembering that girl's aroma from the first time met her. That little. . . Thinking she could tie my son down to his bed and steal his chastity without me knowing. I don't think so. And let's not add that it took me weeks to clean my son's bedsheets. At least he's still pure though.

One year in, I still see this new life as a curse upon my only son but try to be reasonable with it being a male deficient world. As far as I know, it doesn't bother him anymore that the mares carry both genitals to remain populated. The trauma does tend to get the best of him when a mare tries to make her move and, therefore, puts me in the spot I am in. In fact, it's a living nightmare to get him to school safely.

I am still escorting him to his private lessons in Canterlot; even if there are guards to protect him I know he is not completely safe. Being a full-time mother in a world of hermaphrodites of the mare appearance does take it's toll on me. But at least I get to walk through the streets and show myself off as the woman they will never have. Don't get me wrong, I'm not into this kind of stuff, but it is fun to play the fish that cannot be caught. I'm also enjoying the weekly payments I receive after his return from the laboratory. I buy the things I need while in Canterlot, but the trip though, being that I am a female, or a real mare in their eyes, that does make it difficult.

"Mom, how long do I have to stay at the castle today?"

"Not for long, just a few hours while I do some furniture shopping." I yell at the door in a kind voice before taking the hamper with me. I stop at the entryway of his room and look over my shoulder to ask, "Do you need anything while I'm out?"

"Just a new pair of boxers from Rarity's shop," He answers, which does not sit well with me. If I were to describe how unsettling it is to hear that, the best description would be my someone taking my belongings and burning them in front of me before taking a crap on the ashes. Yes, that's how bad it is.

"I just bought you a new pair last week. What happened to them?"

I should have not asked him that question. I really should not have asked him that question.

"Princess Luna used her magic to take them and said that if I want them back then I have to take them." That gets so deep under my skin that I am clenching my fist and gritting my teeth.

I growled underneath the muttering of every foul word that slipped out of my mouth. Damn that blue furred bitch to hell!

"Was she decent at the time?"

I regretted that question too.

"She had a tight shirt on, but her balls were dangling out of her right pant leg." He tells me in a less enthusiastic tone then remains silent in the shower as I stomp out of the room, jerking the door shut so hard it sounds as if a gunshot went off and the hinges bend.

My heart race as remembrance hits me without mercy. I swear upon my own grave when it comes to make my son safe from these monsters for as long as I live. The promise in question became a big problem for me; the entire town of Ponyville and city of Canterlot has its eyes on my child.

No mistaking it, it's me versus an army of horny hermaphrodites.

I was broken out of my stupor by the sound of my doorbell ringing. The eyes looking through the small window in my door were not as visible behind that multicolored mane, so I cannot tell the expression she's wearing, but I know that whoever that mare is at my door, she is not here for me.

"I guess they are not up yet, or they are just avoiding me until the guards arrive. Well I can fix that. . ." There was a slight pause, followed by some giggling and maybe a little rustling in the background. As I set the hamper to the side, I see that a pair of blue wings are perked and glossy in the sunlight. Lord only knows what glossy wings mean. "That's better. Now he won't have a chance of resisting this."

I shot a suspicious look at my door, though it was meant for the pony. Opening said door, I met the last pony I want to see this early in the morning. This annoying pain in my ass, who has the biggest nerve to make bold moves on my son, stands on my porch with nothing but a blue jacket and pink legless grippers. This girl has the audacity to show up at my house looking like that.

Sad to say she has her back turned to me, until I cough to let her know I am now at the door. Little tramp thinks she can get to him looking like that. . .

Just seeing her look like that makes me want to clothe her so badly!

"Well you're up early Margaret. I didn't expect to see you on this great morning, but you are full of surprise," she said with a cocky grin, her eyes slowly moving around me my presence as I fought the urge to put some pants on her. As I grit my teeth to control myself, I notice that her prized jewels are carefully tucked to present her true gender beneath her crude undies. That is if she was born a girl first.

"Good morning Rainbow Dash," I reply with a hiss, my expression scrunching into fury. If the situation was not as bad as it is, I might be okay with her looking like that while in my presence. "What brings you to my house so early in the morning? You should up in the clouds clearing the skies."

"Can't a friend stop by and say hi every once in awhile?" she asks coyly, giving me a quick wink before darting her gaze to the stairs and kitchen doorway.

"He's in his bedroom right now," I tell her, the coy expression shifting to lust as I tap my fingers against the door frame. Finally, I raise my index finger to her and glare hatefully. "You can come in, but Carter is off limits. Attempt anything, even a kiss to the cheek, and I will tie you up with your own wings."

"Oh~" Rainbow muses, eyeing me like a piece of meat, her hand firmly pressed to her lips. "I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff."

I step aside and shake my head in disgust. Was there anything this pony thinks about that does not involve sex?

"Just get in here and keep it in your pants."

"Which part?" She points down to her grippers, flicking the waistline suggestively.

"Both of them."

Rainbow Dash makes her into my foyer and kicks off her shoes to the corner, a disappointed look growing on her face as her ears perk to the shower running. "I'm guessing that Carter is still getting ready for his fun time with the princesses."

I walk past her and push aside washing the laundry; at least until she leaves and Carter is ready for his lessons. Curious, I enter the kitchen and begin my search for ingredients. I would tell Rainbow Dash that she has to go buy her own breakfast or make it herself, but that is not the kind of person I am and Carter would be upset with me. Just like the others, Rainbow Dash is a very special person to his heart. Big sisters is the perfect comparison they are to him, though with a few kinks to go with the bond they share with him.

I just wish that 'bond' did not involve their desire for him.

As her eyes remain fixated on the staircase, her anticipation for the boy so obvious, I take this moment of peace to clear my head of the negativity I have towards their intentions. I have to be calm about this to keep a clear mind as I spread the peppers I found in the refrigerator, prepping them for chopping before throwing them onto the skillet. The silence I find myself in is some of the best, although it is carrying a little more than I want. Sadly for me, it sits at my dining table and smiles towards the staircase, with wings that twitch in excitement.

"So what's going on in your life?" Rainbow Dash asks me out of the blue.

I keep my eyes on the first pepper and knife in my hands.

"Just the usual," I reply in a monotone. As I begin chopping said pepper I think about my hardships and collect them as the rest of my answer. "Doing my best to be a good mother. Maintaining my sanity. And let's not forget about dealing with the fact that my son and I have lived here for a year now."

"It has been a year, hasn't it?" She asks, though I believe it was rhetorical. As I work on the next pepper I hear in the background of Carter cursing in the shower, probably for dropping the soap or shampoo, Rainbow Dash sighing deeply. That's a little strange since the only time she sighs is after she does something strenuous.

I'm about to ask her if something is bothering when she suddenly asks, "Are you still having nightmares of your husband and Carter?"

My hand nearly loses its grip on the knife. The regret takes its hold as I glance back at the mare, her eyes donning concern. She just had to ask me that. Her concern for my well-being must have been eating her away; the worry she expresses is as strong as when Princess Luna found me curled up in a corner. I can't say Rainbow Dash is annoying or wrong to feel that way. She is the only pony that has seen me at my worst.

"I have medicine and Princess Luna to help me with the nightmares." I tell her in a low tone. Turning around to face the Pegasus, I see she is not convinced at all. Crossing her arms and giving me a stern look, she watches me without pause, as if expecting me to say something else.

"But you're still having them?" She questions.

"How can I not have nightmares?" I ask exasperatedly before slamming the tip of the knife into the cutting board. "For god's sake, you and the princesses saw what happened. Do you need to see the scars under Carter's hair, or do I need to tell you again what his father did to him?"

"I don't need a reminder of what Carter went through." the Pegasus says defensively, throwing her hands up. The aggravation disappears, however, after she stands up, approaches me, and pokes me repeatedly on my chest. "He's getting the best help from everyone, but I'm more concerned about you."

"I'm getting over my problems much faster with Princess Luna helping, and I will be fine when they find Carter and I's world and drag that son of a bitch here to face justice."

"And what if they don't find a way to bring him here?" She seems to have said the right question, for I feel my body tensing up. I'm short of breath and standing on shaky legs as the thought crosses my mind. Upon seeing me like this, Rainbow Dash pulls me close and refuses to ease up on the matter. "What are you going to do if that monster cannot be brought here? You can't live your life stuck to what happened. You have to forget that guy in order to move forward for yourself. For your son." She whispers, tightening her hug for a moment. Finally she let me go and allows me to regain my senses.

Still, the thought of not getting justice for what happened hangs over me as though it were a storm cloud. I contemplate the idea, and it burns inside my chest so hotly. Apparently my heart is set on seeing that bastard pay for what he did to my baby, but is really justice I want to see?

Do I want justice or. . . vengeance?

"So how long until the guards arrive to take Carter to have his fun time with the princesses?" the now smug Pegasus asks, her voice a higher tune. Obviously she was trying to change the mood by getting under my skin, and it's working!

I turn around with evil in my eyes and the knife raised as she acts as though she's checking her fingernails. I know that look in her ruby eyes though.

"Must be a real pain in the flank dealing with the fact that your son is surrounded by so many mare that want him," she grins, wiggling her eyebrows at me suggestively. Out of the corner of my eye I see Carter coming down the stairs and put on the best smile, ignoring the last part from the blue furred tramp.

"One of them being me."

"Hey honey," I chirp to my son as he enters the kitchen with the large towel over his head and no shirt on, which only makes it worse for him. I turn away for start the oven. "I'll have breakfast ready for you in a few minutes. Just get something to drink and wait for a little bit."

"Okie dokie," he replies then turns to mare sitting at the table. He fails to see her with that towel over his head and walks straight past her without stopping. The rejecting that mares receives when she waits for him to look at her makes my morning better. I can almost laugh to my heart's content.

Unfortunately though, Rainbow Dash is not the kind of mare to take rejection well; and there is no worse rejection in this world than to be ignored by Carter. I know that is a fact, for the last he did she was pissed off for an entire week. But now. . . now she. . .

"Hey cutiepie~" Rainbow Dash spins her seat a little to the boy and leans over the corner of the table, her large breasts plump and pressed against the hardwood. Tensing up at her voice, Carter slowly turns to her and nearly chokes on the orange juice he drank from the carton. "Have you been working out lately or has Applejack been working you harder than usual?"

"You'd better be referring to his work," I say to her, threateningly.

"Rainbow Dash! Y-you're here. . . a-and wearing. . .Oh man. . ." Carter stammers, his eyes wide, his blood rushing to where he blushes intensely and bleeds from his nose. Rainbow Dash just stands up and approaches, throwing her arms out to the boy as he tries to recover. How he was still conscious while the perverted pony squeezed him into her breasts mystifies me. Big boobs, tight stomach, and bubble butts are that boy's favorite; and it certainly doesn't help me that blue is his favorite color.

Out of the corner of my eye, scrambling some eggs, I watch Carter's entire head turn as red as an apple, with the curvy mare nuzzling him. My intent to kill ignites at that, a red star sparkling in my eyes.

"You're just the cutest thing when you blush like that," Rainbow coos lovingly, finally making a bold move. "And we love that about you." Before I can assault this mare and possibly murder her, she releases my blushing son from her arms and takes a step back. She returns to her seat and waits for me to finish, but winks at Carter before he can regain composure.

"You know," she says slowly, twirling a finger on the table. Good god, when does it end? "I could just carry you to Canterlot. My wings are more than strong enough to get us there."

Oh, that doesn't sound too bad. She is fast enough to catch him in case he were to fall. I think before I decide to tell her it is alright. I mean it okay since the guards are a little slow.

"I'm not ready and I haven't eaten yet." Carter says apprehensively.

Rainbow Dash just grins and drags her hand over his cheek.

"Well get ready and eat." She laughs with a bit of mirth. Wait. . . mirth? "But we'll have to stop at my house for a couple minutes. I have some things to pick up."

On second thought. . .

"HE'LL WAIT FOR THE FUCKING GUARDS TO ARRIVE!"

Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

My name is Carter. There is no last name that comes after it, and it is not a bad thing. Thanks to mom pulling a few strings with the princesses I no longer have my father's last name. There is no last name on my mother's side, for she was an orphan her entire life. I'm not fifteen years but soon to be sixteen, but I have to admit it is something I'm not looking forward too. Life for me is both good and bad, sometimes too full of the drama.

Let me take this from the top, being a resident in a world of anthromorphic ponies was never expected, nor the fact of them being females magically born with penises to keep the population going. Life was a real shithole with my sorry excuse of a father spending all his money on alcohol and god knows what else, he would abuse my mother but spend most of time releasing his hatred towards me with severe beatings. I was whipped with hoses to swings with small boards. I was not strong enough to stop, nor brave enough. Mom did not have the guts either.

Fifteen years with such a man can really screw up your head. On and on I left the house to get away from him, but I went back to see if mom was alright or possibly dead.

Do I sound boring, because I know I am. Despite the many doctor visits and cops coming to the house to question us, dad got away with it. It's not so hard when they're your drinking buddies. Apart from pulling a gun on him, of which I did to satisfy my anger when he had mom by her throat and threatened to gut her alive, I'm not ashamed or disappointed in myself for standing up to him. But when the fear of him doing worse to me stopped my finger from pulling the trigger, things went from downhill to a living hell that had only two ways out.

Killing him or killing ourselves. Thankfully neither of the two happened. Equestria became my home. No one but the princesses and mom know what happened on the last night we saw him. It's not a big deal, but being in the position I was thrust into would make things worse with every mare that has a thing for me.

If either of the royal sisters were to remove the illusion seal on my body, everyone would see that I have two scars that were made by dad's bowie knife. I did not expect him to stab me, I was asleep and woke up to the first stab and mom trying to pull him off. After the second stab the rest is a blur. The only thing I can remember is hearing her scream for god to end this nightmare, and then waking up in a hospital bed with a bunch of guards surrounding me. It was no warm welcome until mom came back with the princesses beside her.

Thank god though, for them understanding the situation we were in, and I guess for giving me special treatment. Being the only true male in this world does have some perks. There is a cost however, I have to help further their research in reproducing true males when I come of age. It did not sound bad at first since they're letting me live like a normal kid; that is until the princesses announced what I am to the entire world and told me that I must marry and or breed with at least five mares when I come of age.

Sounds like harem fantasy, doesn't it?

Well it's not. Every mare—and I mean every mare—is eligible and waiting. Some just have the intention to—pardon my language—fuck my brains out.

It's not easy to have that much pressure on your shoulder, and it doesn't help that the princesses are pulling strings of their own to get in my good grace.

Like right now.

. . .

. . .

. . .

The feeling of flying high on a chariot is all the same to me; it's freaking scary and I want down this instant!

The mixture of laughter rings in my ears as I cling to mom and Princess Celestia for dear life, more so onto the princess since she can catch me in case something were to happen. Still, that doesn't change the fact that we are hundreds of feet in the air with four guards dragging this golden hunk of junk like elves from the happy wheels game. I still don't understand why the princess use chariots when they can fly, teleport, or take the train.

What, are they too good for those things?

Ah, I should not talk like that about the princesses. It's not their fault I'm in a bad mood or antisocial with everyone right now. It's all Rainbow's fault for being who she is, coming out of the blue that I'm just some toy to her. And mom isn't any better than her. Sure, she's doing what any mother would do, but that doesn't mean she should let things drag on like they have been.

It kind of sucks too. Being friends with Rainbow Dash is not so bad if you get past her being a hermaphrodite like everyone else. Still, being a boy too valuable to be allowed to choose what or who he wants makes my life a living nightmare. Every day it's the same. I get up, get ready for my lessons, and endure the various glances and greetings I get from everyone. As awesome as it is, there are some moments where I want to pull out my hair and tell everyone to leave me alone. But if I do that then I will have the princesses and god knows who else running to my aid to make sure I'm alright.

It sucks. It really sucks.

Anyway. . .

"We're here," Celestia chirps as she holds me, her supple breasts pressing on the top of my head while we descend, I think. I don't know. I was too busy cowering against the railing of the chariot while mom and the princess comfort me.

I had one thing escaping my lips.

"From now on we're taking train." The more I said it the more concerned they were. And that was a little bad.

"What a foal," Celestia teases, matching the drollness she used yesterday during her lessons of Equestrian History. She is trying to use my fear as an advantage to win me over. I am no idiot, though.

I leap off the chariot and leave Celestia high and dry in the middle of her attempt to kiss my cheek, the thought making me smile as I look back to see her surprised then pouting. She crosses her arms, descends with a flap of her wings, and gives me a bizarre glare. It is unsettling to see her act like to be completely honest, I kind of enjoy the game of cat and mouse we have when she tries to force a kiss on my head or cheek.

What can I say, there are some days in Canterlot where I like the attention.

"Too good for a little kiss," she pouts while mom passes her. I expect her to stop Celestia and chew her out, but she shocks me with the right turn she took towards the castle stairs. It isn't like her to just ignore stuff like this.

Maybe what I said hurt her or she's very pissed at me.

"I'll be back this evening," mom says, her last minute of visibility ending when Celestia puts her hand on my back and nudges me to the doors. "I love you. Behave yourself. And don't try anything funny with him Celestia."

"Funny is the wrong word for what I have in mind," the princess whispers into my ear, her breath sending chills down my spine as her hand reaches around my side.

I gulp as we enter, knowing today will be like the others. But then the doors proceed to open and it does not surprise me what comes next. For what it's worth to this perverted sun goddess, I allow myself to fall prey in the softest hug. By 'softest' I mean she turns me around and squeezes me so hard that I sink into her chest as the nuzzling starts. Nothing new to me, but the breasts. . .

The breasts. . .

BOOBS FROM THE HEAVENS!

"I have missed you sweetie." I hear her chirp as I struggle for air. She ignores my mumbling and goes straight to humming erotically as I smack whatever I can to snap her out of her fantasies. Unfortunately the range of my arms is enough to reach where no pony has apparently touched, but I don't believe that.

I hear the smack then a low moan before she finally releases me. I gasp for air while looking at Celestia to see what I have done. I fear that I may have hurt her. Thankfully I didn't, but the part I smacked is the wrong place to use when she needs to come back from fantasy land.

"Carter," she breathes, rubbing her curvy tush, bedroom eyes locked onto me as I realize where I got her. I'm lucky that blood did not drip out of my nose. "I do not mind that, but please be a little more gentle. I am very sensitive."

Will this torment ever end?

Unfortunately, not today. And so I went along with the princess's flirting, ignoring the bedroom eyes and her giggling as we walk through the halls. Guards upon guards follow us while we have some conversation to break our morning in. To be honest, it's the only time of the day that actually has meaning to me. No sexual advances. No flirting. Just a peaceful with Princess Celestia. I enjoy it, more than I enjoy having every mare watch me with expressions of lust.

"So. . . what is today's lesson?" I ask exhaustedly, yawning as I put forth the effort to stay awake, smiling at her. "Also, where is this lesson going to happen? Hopefully in the library."

She giggles nervously and looks down at me in a caring manner, as if I am more than a friend to her. Perhaps I am almost family to her during our small talk. "We will not be working too much on your lessons. It's a Saturday and you're doing quite well. A meeting is all we have for the day, and then we will spend time together."

I cock a weary eyebrow up to the princess after she nuzzles the top of my head. Instead of reaching for my waist she curls her arm around mine and guides me like a lost kid.

"You've been working very hard," she purrs, practically moaning whilst sniffing my hair. "And a working stallion deserves some rest for his effort."

"I'm only fifteen," I lean away and brush the ruffled part of hair. "And that means jailbait for anyone; even you, princess."

"You're such a stick in the mud," she bemuses, glaring a little in annoyance before sighing and smiling down at me. "But it is not your fault, you are the only male in Equestria. The responsibility of repopulating our world with true males is a heavy burden for somepony your age. The closer you are of age the more difficult it must be to understand why we need you to do this."

I scratch the back of my head and nervously rub her arm to give some means of comfort, satisfying the mare with my attention before she thanks for it lovingly. "You are special without being the only male. You know this, right?" she asks, enjoying the blush on my cheeks. I can't help myself, she's very beautiful and one of very few ponies I can talk too so casually. She actually has care for me, care for a boy that is under enough pressure, so having her as a friend is. . . relaxing.

And I love it.

I tighten my arm on hers, chuckling at the red on her cheeks this time. "Everyone is special in their own way. I just have a good yet very flirtatious and perverted friend, to help me see the better of things."

"They sound like a lovely pony, but I wonder who it is?" she implies softly, lust in her eyes as she ruffles my hair once more.

I poke her side, baiting a childishly beautiful giggle as we reach the throne room. I grin evilly and look away, as though I'm thinking about this 'friend'. "Yeah, Mayor Mare is such a good friend."

"Oh you flatterer," she intones, before realizing who I named. Her eyes widen, and I immediately sprint away for another game of cat and mouse. "WAIT, MAYOR MARE! HOW IS SHE SUCH A GOOD FRIEND!?"

"You know I'm joking!" I yell across the room before taking the east wing. "Then again, maybe I'm not."

I don't have to look to know the most powerful alicorn in Equestria has taken the bait. The sound of footsteps and growling behind me are all I need to know she is running as fast as she can.

"GET BACK HERE!" she screams as I look back to see there is some distance between us.

"Come on, princess. You need to work off some of those cupcakes you had the night before."

"You'll be thinking twice when you come of age and my plump tush is flat like Gleaming Shields!"

I continue looking back for my own enjoyment as the color of her fur turns red. Her majestic eyes rage with fire and smoke escapes her nostrils as I slip past two guards, leaving them confused for a moment before look back to their very determined and angry princess. I do regret seeing those two fly into the walls after Celestia shoves them aside, but I have no time to stop and make sure if they're okay. I have a princess to outrun until she calms down or runs out of breath.

"Sorry," is all I can say whilst sliding around the next corner.

. . .

Once I reach the courtyard I think fast on my next move much to the thought of Celestia possibly infuriated by now. As of this moment, a few seconds is all I have before she catches up and gets her hands on me. And I know from our last chase that it is imperative I remain on the run.

"Where to hide?" I quickly search around the courtyard for a not-so obvious spot, and remember that she had the bushes removed weeks ago.

Let's just say that I did a revenge-prank that kept her on the toilet for hours. But it was a good lesson about the goddess who controls the moon. Apparently the sweets she devours have no milk in them, but water as a replacement and a little magic to make them bake normally.

That brave yet traumatized maid. . .

"Yes!" I chirp up at the tree in the middle of courtyard, before jumping as high as I can to grab the lowest branch. Thank god I'm able to pull myself up and climb before the sun menace storms in here.

It is strange how suddenly quiet things became as I reach for a branch that is large enough to hold my weight. One minute I'm hearing her fume and charge after me, then next I'm surrounded by silence and an empty courtyard. It was almost scary. . . that although I am hiding like I normally do there is never a dull moment of the princess giving up, not including the fact that she so determined she'll send guards to hunt me down.

I look around for any sight of her and see that she is nowhere to be found, not a wing or horn in sight as I sit up here with anticipation. Now I'm starting to worry about her.

"Did she really give up chasing me?" I ask myself, scratching the back of my neck. Suddenly I here leaves and twigs breaking behind me, and then a large shadow consumed me as I froze in fear. Sweat was coming down my eyebrows as I hear a deeply feminine voice brushed my ear.

I swallow the lump building in my throat and shiver. I'm so dead.

The laughter stops, and a pair of arms lock around my torso before jerking me to the chest of my captor. Insanely firm breasts press to my head while she nuzzles me. I have a good idea who this is.

"Hello Carter," she teases, nipping my ear, forcing the breath out of lungs.

I spin in her arms and inhale, discomfort in my eyes. "Celestia, I told you not to—" I silence myself abruptly, shocked by the face that hangs over me as she smiles.

I choke on the mare's name as she giggles sinisterly, her innocent smile slowly growing into evil. Terror crept it's way into my chest.

"P-P-Princess Blueblood!" I finally get it out of my system, and it brings her satisfaction that I remember her. "Wha-what are you doing up here?" The lightbulb in my head flickers, and I look down to the ground then back up to, curiosity in my eyes, but only for a moment.

"Wait, how the heck did you get up here?"

She bombards me with nose kisses, which is not so bad since this is the first time she's even been affectionate.

"A princess such as myself does not indulge herself with pointless activities such as this," she replies proudly, whipping her mane into my face. "But seeing as how you are here, I made the acception to find you."

She giggles, and coat of her magic's aura shimmying her disappeared.

"You used your magic to float up here, didn't you?" I accused with a flat tone.

"Seems that my aunties' lessons are doing wonders for you," she coos, her voice husky and little obsessive.

While we sat in this position, Celestia ran into the courtyard, panting and heaving, even wiping sweat from her head. Her gaze rises and focuses on me as Blueblood levitates us to the ground. I can't say I'm surprised to see the egotistical unicorn untouched by any dirt that rubbed on me when I climbed the tree, but that is one of many advantages to having magic.

Unfortunately for me, magic is something I will never have and it will be my downfall everytime I get dirty. Like right now.

"Carter," the solar princess snaps, rushing towards us. She takes the moment to coat me in her magic, removing what the tree gave me. "You're completely covered in dirt and leaves. If the royals see you like this they will—"

"Royals?" I interrupt then look up to her. "What royals?"

After magically cleaning my body and taking a moment to collect her thoughts, Celestia gives me a serious look, which is something I never expect her to do. This is a first as well.

"Word has spread to other kingdoms of your . . . special anatomy," she twiddles her thumbs as her niece holds onto me. "And a few of these royals have come to see you."

"Oh," I cock an eyebrow at her. "Well that's alright. Nothing wrong with meeting someone."

"That's not all," she says, looking ashamed for some reason. "They're also here to. . .to. . ."

"To what?" I cross my arms, looking at suspiciously.

She exhales the words depressingly.

"To see if you're suitable for their daughters."

Author's Note

Closest thing to female Blueblood. It's all I could find.

Chapter 3

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