Anything for My Princess

Luna pushed open the door to Pipsqueak's room. If ever there was a mess in this house that needed to be excused, this was the room it was hiding in. Toys were scattered about, play clothes and costumes littered the floor, and the bed was unmade. It was hardly the worst room she'd ever seen, not by a very wide margin. They'd probably vacuumed the floor within the last week or two. There wasn't a stink of old food that had not been disposed of, there were no single-serving food wrappers, no long-forgotten drinks, or even so much as crayon marks on the wall.

"So, this is his room, is it?"

Shrimp nodded. "It is." He looked mortified by what he saw. This was no place for a princess.

"Would you mind if I took a moment to look around on my own?"

"What exactly are you looking for? I can help you try to find it."

Luna shook her head. "If I'm wrong about my theory, I'll have set you on edge over nothing. For now, I'd just like to see if there's anything that we should be worried about, and we can worry about that when we're more sure. If I may?"

"Of course," he nodded, taking a few steps back. "I'll, uh... I'll just be in the kitchen if you need me. Or just yell, that works, too..."

As he walked off backward, Luna smiled to herself. He was probably a good influence on Pip. If corrective behaviour was needed, she could rely on him to set it in motion.

First, she checked the window. It wasn't locked, and there was no screen barring it. He could sneak out without his parents catching on, which would explain why they didn't notice anything. Outside the room was a small bush that looked as though it had been stepped on, meaning somepony had been coming in or going out. Perhaps both.

She lifted up the lid to his toy chest and poked around. What was stored away were normal, average toys for a colt Pip's age, as well as a small assortment of toys for younger and older colts. He was a bit young for model carts, but perhaps he was a bit older in mind than in body. His dreams seemed to agree with that idea.

His costumes and play clothes didn't seem too far-fetched, either. She recognized his pirate outfit from Nightmare Night, and from his dreams. He had a bit more decorations in his mind, perhaps diving more into the grandiose ideas, rather than anchoring them into reality. Still, she found nothing there to lead her in the right direction.

Next, she tried his bedding. First, under the pillows, then lifting the mattress. She looked under the bed, between the bed and the wall, and even tidied it up to see if the evidence she wanted was stuck somewhere. No luck. He wasn't hiding anything in his bed.

As she was looking over the books he was reading, though, she noticed something odd. The books on the bottom shelf stuck out two centimetres further than any other. Normally, this wouldn't be cause for alarm, but since she was looking for things that were out of place, she immediately felt the need to see why. Perhaps a false back panel behind which to hide things?

Taking out the books in the center, she quickly found the pull; a length of ribbon coloured to look like the black backing. A soft tug undid the panel, and on the inside was a very thin shelf with exactly the evidence she was looking for; old and faded adult magazines. The mares in these pictures were fully exposed and quite aggressively flaunting their assets. It was no wonder that Pip was familiar with it.

Though, the fact that it was hidden away and not closer to the bed made it clear that he was not being supplied with them from his parents. If they had been trying to have him pushed toward this sort of behaviour, they'd likely have bought some new ones, and left them within easy reach. It was unlikely that they even knew.

She put them back, but as she did, she noticed a stack of instant-print photographs also hidden in the secret compartment. Anypony with a decent camera could have taken these. Perhaps seeing what they contained could indicate who was supplying this young colt with such heavyweight filth.

She grabbed a stack and looked at the first one. It was her, from behind, speaking to Celestia at the event. Nothing untoward here. The next was her standing on the balcony with Celestia. Then her and Celestia from behind at the Equestrian Spelling Bee. Then her climbing out of an Olympic pool, then just the corner of her butt, and then her about to take a bite of a carrot.

Suddenly, it all made perfect sense. The reason he was having dreams about her, the reason those dreams turned sexual, and the reason that it was constant; he was sexually attracted to her.

On one hoof, she was flattered. The fact that anypony wanted her in that way was very appealing of an idea. Most publications focused on her sister, and the tabloids were always on about how Celestia's lovers were caught leaving the castle. A lot of them were just trespassers looking for their five minutes of fame, and making up stories about the weird stuff Celestia did in bed, almost none of which was true. But almost nopony ever claimed that they'd had sex with Luna. A few of them had, but they left her as just "the princess" in their articles.

On the other hoof, he was still only a foal. He likely didn't know what he was drawing himself into. He didn't have the wherewithal to stop himself. Nopony had thought to sit him down and talk with him about sexual intercourse, and how to conduct himself in its activities. That definitely explained why he wasn't good at it, even in his dreams.

She tucked the pictures and the raunchy magazines back in the hidden compartment and shut the door. She didn't want his parents to panic or overreact. She had decided that she needed to have a talk with him. He needed to learn a bit earlier than most colts, and she was ready to teach him. All she needed was an opportunity to be alone with him.