Patriarchs and Paperwork

Princess Celestia sat in her office, the picture of an overworked bureaucrat.

She had gotten the papers from her number-one student and loyal co-matriarch Twilight Sparkle earlier that day, and had almost immediately noticed a discrepancy. The Sun Mother of Equestria, as she was often referred to in formal contexts, sipped coffee in her yoga pants and a loose tank top as she looked them over with a raised eyebrow and a knowing glint in her eye.

The work was impeccable, as always, but the names Twilight had chosen to sign onto several of the papers were questionable, to put it generously. Sigles of Cockslut, Whore, and Horny Little Filly were every which way, along with the occasional Loyal Cunt and Royal Slut. Princess Celestia knew exactly the reason why these things would come up. She sighed, putting down her coffee, preparing a memo.

“Better organize some ‘signing papers while getting fucked’ lessons for the poor girl,” Celestia hummed. “Until then, best sign my own papers…”