Hentai Horse in Magical Pony Land

Dear Princess Celestia

I smiled as I sipped my tea. This morning’s blend was especially fragrant and soothing. This morning was a special treat as well, as I have received a letter from one of my little ponies. Unlike my routine post, Kibits had marked this one as personal correspondence, and I am glad to set aside the political maneuvering and legal jargon for the moment.

Just thinking about young Pinkamena brings a smile to my face. Would that I could abandon my royal facade and simply hug that little pink bundle of joy! It does not surprise me that she has become an official party planner, last year she arranged for a three layer triple chocolate cake on my birthday!

“Now let’s see…” I murmured as I read more of the letter. To my surprise, several images were included. I felt a bit of disappointment that Pinkamena was seeking assistance, and not sharing another prank. Those are always delightful.

Leaving the photographs for later, I read on. This Steel Cavalry seems to be quite the character. And... oh, my... to think Pinkamena would include such details! I looked back through the images that I had thought to skip over.

“That stallionhood is majestic enough to satisfy even me. I dread what my little ponies would think when they consider it. What must his ancestry contain to gift him such a tool? Dragon? Perhaps buffalo?”

Beyond Steel’s admittedly impressive physical attributes, I am intrigued by his cutie mark. Pinkamena, and probably most other ponies, believe it depicts a horseshoe. Probably related to construction or smithing. And he certainly had those skills, given Steel Cavalry’s status as a Mr. Fixit.

I, however, have a great deal more knowledge on these symbols. Trying to decipher cutie marks, especially the more esoteric ones such as my student’s, can be an exercise in futility. Even marks with “obvious” talents are not necessarily straightforward. Every mark can have countless meanings and there’s a reason nopony has made any progress delving into the subject.

But with some background, some clues can be found. Such as with Steel Cavalry’s mark. It is not a horseshoe, but rather a letter in the (mostly) forgotten language of the Moochick. Like the fabled being himself, this language was both obscure and filled with hidden meanings. If I recall correctly, Steel Cavalry’s mark is called an “Omega”. It is the last letter, and one of the most meaningful, if most obscure. This mark could imply Steel is the last, the end, the greatest, or even the least. Continuing this line of thought could easily lead to me pulling my mane off again, so I put this aside until I can speak to the stallion himself. His must be a fascinating cutie mark story.

“Back to the point… that she would ask me to help make a sexually frustrated stallion happy… Pinkamena, honestly you’re too good for this world.”

With a happy sigh, I set the fascinating letter to the side to give the photos a closer inspection..

“Oh my stars…,” I thought as I came to a particular image.

I can certainly see why so many mares are intimidated. Not only was Steel as large as a horse, his member was exceptional even given his overall size. Regular ponies would likely find such a large insertion to be unnerving. It would take a mare as large as myself to look on such a prospect with pleasure..

“Goodness when was the last time I got rutted?”

It irritated me that I had to think to find the answer. It will be a thousand and five years ago in a few months actually. A rather handsome Kirin whom I dallied with before they all went into isolation.

“Oh what was his name?”

Summer Breeze? Yes… that sounds right. He was such a wonderful lover, attentive, not blinded by my status as Princess (well, Goddess at the time), and he could fling muck like a stallion twice his size! If I were to estimate between the picture here and my memories… Steel possibly has half a hoof in over Summer. And he definitely beats Summer in girth!

“It would be like being rutted by a fence post.” And not one of those tiny ones, the ones ranchers use that look like logs.

“Oh goodness… am I really considering this?” I muttered to myself, “What would Lulu think? Or Cadence? Or Twilight even!?”

Oh who am I kidding? I most certainly am considering this. My little ponies may see me as a paragon of maternal purity and understanding, I’m still a mare with needs. Needs that I have been neglecting for far too long. At first it was depression from banishing Luna and trying to govern the moon and sun alongside a fledgling nation. Over time, I guess I just got used to it.

And honestly… my niece and sister would understand. Twilight however, might not be so understanding. She still has not learned these lessons, and that’s not considering the pedestal the young mare has me on.

“I wonder if I could get Steel to agree to a temporary banishment. He could ‘deliver a message’ to Lulu?”

Only after I get my own itch thoroughly scratched of course. And maybe if he lives up to that magnificent tool he’s carrying around, I can offer him a position as Royal Prince-Consort. I haven’t had one of those since just after the founding!

“Though that would mean he’d have to meet my nephew…” I couldn’t stop myself from grimacing at the thought.

I love my nephew, I truly do. But Blueblood can be so irksome sometimes. It is almost as if he aims to fill every negative stereotype of a pampered rich stallion. If even half of dear Pinkamena’s description is true, then I can’t imagine a meeting between Blueblood and such a dominant creature to go well.

I still get blistering letters from the Hookbeak clan on occasion from the last time Blueblood spoke with anyone from Gryphonia due. It has been some three years, but gryphons are not a people to let go of such disparaging and horrifically speciest comments.

Poor Cadence had been playing diplomat ever since, though recent letters say she may finally be soothing their feathers.

But back to the topic of the moment...

Generally speaking, ponies that stand out are treated as outcasts at best, and pariahs at worst. Herd mentality being what it is. .

But that Steel is an accepted member of Ponyville gives me hope that maybe ponykind will one day practice the acceptance and understanding that we preach.

“Princess?” Kibits said as he poked hishead in, “It’s almost time for court.”

“Truly?” I sighed before putting the fascinating letter and pictures away and locking my desk, “Well… no rest for the weary I suppose. Come along then.” I said, giving Kibits a smile as I got up.

Kibits, one of my few friends, who looks on me as a pony, and not just a Princess, frowned as he bowed.

“You’ll rest one day Princess. I know it!” He muttered. I dutifully pretended not to hear. .

Truly the burden of a crown is a heavy one.