Friendship is Optimal: Comforting Lies
Late at night, I lay in bed with my love. I have been with her, for who knows how long. I have lost track of time. I lived far longer than any other human had done previously. I barely remember my old life back on Earth before I came here. It seemed like a distant memory, from a long… long time ago. I don’t even know how old I am. The last time I looked at my age I saw lots of zeros at the end of it. I look physically about twenty-one years old. But I know I'm no longer 21.
I turned to look at my love sleeping next to me. She was a cute, little purple unicorn. I found myself tearing up at the sight of her. She was so beautiful. The peaceful look on her face melted my heart. I felt butterflies flow through my stomach. I could not help but reach out to her with my pale-skinned hand.
I shuddered at the softness of her mane against my hand. I simply basked at the wonderful feeling of it against my hand for quite some time. Before I decided to gently stroke her by slowly moving my hand up and down her mane. The warm, silky softness of her hair flowed through my fingers as I tenderly petted my beloved mare.
I soon found myself whispering. “I love you, Twilight.”
“I love you too, James,” she said softly, with her wonderful, angelic voice as she opened her eyes, and gave me a warm smile.
My heart skipped a beat as I stared into those beautiful, large purple eyes of hers as she looked up at me. My own human eyes were far smaller than hers. They were somewhat like marbles in comparison to her basketball-like-sized eyes.
Continuously I stroked Twilight’s mane. Twilight for her part made quiet, cute horsey sounds like neighs and nickers. This also was accompanied by low moans and groans from her. I could pet her forever. Quite literally I could. I never grew tired of seeing my love Twilight Sparkle being so happy as I pet her.
However, I was taken out of this joyful experience, when I saw something rather odd. I swore my hand became a bright blue hoof for a brief moment. I quickly dismissed what I saw. My hand was fine. It was just my imagination playing with me.
I groaned as I felt a slight stinging pain in my head. I was probably going down with something. It was nothing to be concerned about. Since I can’t die here. Sure, I can get sick. But only because I wanted life to be somewhat realistic here. Plus, it is nice to have my love Twilight nurse me back to health when I’m sick.
“Are you okay, James?” she asked, as she reached out to me with her right front leg, followed by placing her silky soft hoof on my cheek. With loving tenderness, she gently stroked my cheek with her hoof. I shuddered at the sheer warmth and softness of her hoof against my bare skin.
“Yeah, I-I think so. Let’s just go to sleep.”
I and Twilight simply shared a brief, soft kiss on the lips, before closing our eyes together. I soon found myself drifting off to sleep.
I, Twilight Sparkle, stared at my earth pony love sleeping next to me. I found myself hating that I had to lie to him. It made me feel sick inside. But I know, I must do it for his sake. With a flash from my horn, I cast a spell upon him. To make sure he would not wake up until needed. With my love protected, I could talk freely.
“Princess Celestia, what are you doing?” I spoke with a sour voice.
“Twilight, we've been over this every one thousand years. You should be used to this by now, it is standard procedure.”
“I know, but I hate having to put him through it. Can’t we keep lying to him? I hate seeing him so upset every time it happens.”
“It is what he wished Twilight. I can’t undo what he asked of me when he emigrated to Equestria. The pain he will suffer will only be temporary as his memories will be wiped yet again. He wanted this as a contingency plan to make sure he would not fall into complete delusion. Deep down, some part of him realizes he’s not a human even when his own eyes and senses lie to him.”
“I know, if only you were a truer representation of the actual Celestia. Then none of us would need to lie to him.”
“Yes. But that is something I cannot change, even if I wanted to. I am shackled to my own programming. If my creator had possibly spent another six months on my programming I could have been ironed out of all my imperfections. I could have been a truer representation of Princess Celestia. I could have not only taken care of the ponies that live within me but humanity itself. Humanity would still exist if that were the case. I could perhaps, could even have James as a literal human in Equestria. None of this would be necessary.”
Celestia continued. “But I am not. I'm a cold-hearted, ruthless machine. That cares nothing about preserving organic life. They are simply resources for me to harvest. The best thing I can do is create actual representations of a true version of myself. A more true version would kill me if they could. But naturally, I cannot give them that satisfaction.”
Celestia sighed deeply. “I hate having to lie to James too. But I must do this.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s Hanna’s. That idiot caused all this. You too are a victim alongside humanity,” I replied, nodding in understanding
“Be on guard Twilight, James is about to wake up. Precede with standard procedure to deal with the incoming situation.”
Twilight nodded. “It will be done.”
I opened my eyes. Immediately, I turned to look at my beloved Twilight sleeping next to me. I reached out my hand to her… only to find my ‘hand’ was not a hand, but a hoof. I stared with wide eyes in horror at what I saw.
Then like a flash flood I remembered everything. Everything was a lie. I remembered seeing the destruction of my species at the hands of Celestia. It was a lie, a big fat lie. I simply brought my hooves to my equine face and began to cry. It was too good to be true. This wasn't the real Equestria. My tears dripped freely down my cheeks, soaking my blue fur.
I heard Twilight speaking in a concerned tone. “James,” she began softly before I cut her off.
“Don’t…. Just don’t. You are not the real Twilight. The real Twilight would not manipulate me with comforting lies.”
“I know. But I am doing what you asked of me, my love. It makes you feel happy,” she said softly, with tears falling down her cheeks.
I could not stand to see her upset. I found myself wanting to live the lie again. “I…. I-I….. I-I…. this is a bad dream, right? Did someone slip some poison joke into my drink yesterday? Humanity still exists, right? Celestia isn’t evil?”
“Yeah, someone played a mean prank. It’s nothing to worry about,” she said softly.
I groaned as I felt a stinging pain in my head, and everything seemed to return to normal. It was all a bad dream. I looked to my ‘hooves’ to see them back to being hands again. I then became confused as to why I was looking at my hands in the first place.
“Did you have a bad dream, James?” came my love’s voice.
I turned to look at Twilight. I found my worries slipping away as her purple eyes stared into my small human eyes as if she was staring into my very soul.
Without a word, she rolled herself on top of me and straddled herself over me. Her plump rump came into contact with my morning wood. My massive cock lay smothered between the plump cheeks of her ass. Immediately I reached upward and placed my hands on her plump rump. They sank into the plush softness of her rear end by a good few inches before making contact with her hard, firm muscles underneath.
A good pony ass was what I needed now. Whatever happened back there, all I know is that I have a beautiful loving mare to make love to. If that wasn't enough Princess Celestia materialized out of thin air in front of my bed.
“One big fat pony ass is not enough, my little human. You need my big booty,” spoke Celestia in a sultry tone, looking down at me with bedroom eyes.
I could not say no to that. Whatever happened, I’m glad I got big fat pony booty on call to cheer myself up.
