RGRE Slut Pirate Anon

You turn as you hear the distinct sound of little hoofsies clattering on the deck behind you. Purple drank is fluffing out her tuft as hard as she can to appear alpha, the strain visible on her face.

“This isn’t over Anon! It’s not safe out here-!”

You shush her by smooshing your finger against her lips, then wandering up and your whole palm onto her snootle. Her straining tuft retracts like an automatic umbrella, snapping shut. Sea Shell looks at her with concern, her naturally fluffy blonde Pegasus tuft easily overshadowing Twilight’s meager display. This only irritates her more. You speak to defuse the tension.

“You’re right purple smart, it isn’t safe.”

“Well, I am a big mare, that’s why-“

“For you.”

With that, you pick up the purple autist and gently toss her off the good ship CFS Why So Sirius. She lands with a squeak back on Blue Bean’s battered ship, her landing cushioned by her larger than the average unicorn’s flank. You quickly haul in the main sheet tight to the wind, letting the jib catch the salty breeze as you turn the helm north east. Twilight’s angry purple and red face gets smaller and smaller until with a loud frustrated groan she teleports away.

Be inside Agent Sweetie Drops. For expository reasons, and not for the sexy time. This is bad. You know that look. Celestia's protégé wasn’t done. There was no quit in that mare, you didn’t get to be her personal student without teats of steel. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. You stood by your stallion and rubbed your hoof against his firm, sexy, slutty ass as a sign of support. The fact that he didn’t complain only proved what a degenerate slut he was. If you knew Twilight, you’d bet your non serial numbered silenced short stroke cross bow that she was out preparing to escalate things further. You absentmindedly slapped his ass for good measure. The slut.

You suddenly eep as Anon scoops you up in his spider hooves, throwing you and Shelly easily over his shoulder. You are stuck staring at his sexy slut ass in high too tight pants, hoofsies bouncing. Lyra trots behind you happily as you all head into the Captain’s cabin. Anon seems unconcerned leaving the helm unattended.

Be Celestia. Your stallion sense is tingling. Somewhere there was a stallion being excessively lewd. You wiggle your bountiful flank to rub the excess moisture against your throne cushion as Raven calls in the next supplicant. Suddenly a wild Twilight appears! She teleports directly into the throne room, which would normally be impossible.

”Princess! I’m sorry to use your backdoor without asking permission, but it’s an emergency! Anon took off on a ship and I tried to get him back but he cuddled the pirate and took off north!”

The plump purple pony princess looks the worse for wear. Splotches of white are everywhere and her mane was a mess. Her feathers were in dire need of a preening too. Her heavy mouth breathing only accentuated her mousiness.

”So… Operation S.H.E.A.T.H. was a failure…”

*Strategically HEarding Anon To Her* A top secret black op designed to find the perma virgin Twilight Sparkle a horsebando, even if they had to snatch one from another dimension. Unfortunately, a double agent burned the files and the subject vanished. The trail didn’t pick up again until you received Twilight’s strange letter about an alluring monkey stallion thing round house kicking a Bug Bear in half and how it made her special place feel funny.

“What was that Princess?”

“Nothing, my most faithful student.”

This would not do. It was problematic having a Princess of Friendship unable to get a colt friend.

“Twilight. You must rescue this poor wayward stallion from his equally poor judgement. I give you leave to use the flagship of the Equestrian Royal Navy, the Dawn.”

Twilight gasped. It would not be an understatement to say the Dawn was like a daughter to you, the one you could never have. Beautiful, fast, and capable of subjugating even the whimsiest of colts. You smiled. Just like her momma.

”Princess, thats-“

“No ifs ands or buts Twilight. You take the Dawn and go save your wayward stallion.”

”Bu-bu-uuuut he’s not m-m-my stallion…”

She quivers into a nonsensical mess. You sigh and teleport her away before anyone else sees here like this. You grumble to yourself.

“Should have stuck with Sunset…”