Reborn in a Dating Sim: Life as a Mob is hard in an Equestria Girl’s Dating Game! Book 2

Reborn in a Dating Sim:

Life as a Mob is hard in an Equestria Girl’s Dating Game!

Book 2

Chapter Four

The soft sounds of snoring filled the room, and Copper laid beside one of his brides to be. He looked at Monika, and he could see how satisfied she looked as she slept. There was no denying the fact that she had certainly gotten exactly what she was wanting. Then again it wasn’t that he wasn’t wanting to make love to her. What had started slow and gentle had turned into more hardcore. Still, she was sleeping, and he was awake. His mind now going back to the meeting with High Priestess Luna.

Six hours earlier

“Viscount Copper Plum Bit,” High Priestess Luna said, “Thank you for escorting the Saint to the capital. I understand that it was not exactly on your list of things you wanted to do. However, upon seeing the ability she has the temple has to officially accept her as the Saint,” she stated, her voice betraying her expression, “I would ask that you please divulge some of her personality. The Saint is said to be someone that is kind, generous, and willing to give of herself in order to protect those that are deserving. Have you seen any of that in her?”

He stood there for a moment, “I cannot honestly tell you one way or the other that I have,” he replied, “I can tell you that she’s often considered with money, and with her wellbeing. She gets exceptionally upset over the thought of not having enough money to make it through the month, and she’s quick to berate her companions if they foolishly spend the house budget,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders, “But I can’t tell you if she’s actually kind and generous or not.”

She nodded, “I see,’ she replied, “It means that she will need to be observed. If it turns out that she is not the Saint then we shall have to deal with her. It would not be the first time we’ve had a false saint come forward. It is usually forgotten about in a few years. After that it is merely a matter of ensuring that the kingdom knows that she was deceiving all of them. It’s not exactly easy, but it is something that we’re prepared to do.”

He studied her for a moment, “Okay, just how many times has there been false saints?”

She smiled, “In the memories that I possess about six,” she replied as she stretched, “Each of them were able to traverse the labyrinth and obtain the first artifact. All of them claimed that doing so proved they were the Saint. To some regard, they were correct. Being able to traverse the labyrinth is the first, and most strenuous, test to prove one is the Saint. Beyond that it is a test of character, and then it is a test of ability. For many it is something that they often fail at. If it is not the character then it is the lack of ability.”

She sighed and shook her head, “For all of them that fail there is two paths to be taken. The first is exile. They are forced from the kingdom, and forced to set root in whatever country will accept them. It is not a kind gesture, and it should never be accepted as one. It is something that will ensure that they never again darken the entrance of our kingdom with their presence,” she stated, and then she gave a soft laugh, “The other is just as bad, but a bit kinder. We allow a quick demise. They are taken somewhere quiet, somewhere from the public eye, and they are put to death. They are buried in a commoner’s cemetery, and they are given no headstone. They are forgotten, but at least they are in a place where immediate family may visit them.”

He looked at her and he shook his head, “Okay, I’m not one to really talk here, but that is pretty harsh. I get that it has to be. You’ve got to ensure that no one will pretend to be the saint, but if there’s been at least six people, then doesn’t that mean that people forget and they repeat the mistakes of their past?” he asked, trying to keep from sounding too concerned, “I mean, doesn’t it mean that ultimately it’s a history that isn’t learned from?”

She grinned, “Very good to ask it that way,” she replied as she stepped near him, “Most do remember, even if it is stories, but there are always those that want to try. That believe that they are simply special enough to do it. They do not understand that the actual Saint is born to a line, and that line’s existence is what determines who will be the saint. For them they believe that being the saint means that their magical aptitude is high enough, or that they’ve recovered the artifact. They don’t know the entire story of the saint.”

He studied her, and he could remember something about this from the game. It was a special cutscene that he had to get. The cutscene was only able to be gotten if he explored the temple, found a room, specifically this room, and found the notebook on the desk. There it had the story of the saint. His eyes widened. The line was mentioned in it. The Saint is born born from those with a deep connection to the earth. A connection that transcends simply existing. In this case it would be a family that had an uncanny ability to grow things.

He understood that the saint came from the Apples. That was the answer. That was the reason she was asking things. She was looking to see if Satin perhaps had some of the Apple line in her. If she had the same demeanor as Applebloom did. He groaned, “So, if you know the line, then you could expose anyone that wasn’t of that line, right?”

She laughed, “Perhaps, if all family trees did not branch, then it would be possible,” she replied, “But families tend to bleed over into one another. It is more than likely that Satin’s line contains the line of the family that the saint comes from. For that reason, if none-other, I must allow this to continue until I can be sure that she is, or she isn’t, the Saint.”

She then looked at him and stepped closer, “What I said before to you, what I mentioned to you, is still true. You are my most trusted friend at this moment. I… I also must confess that I’ve had thoughts about us, thoughts that have plagued me greatly. I wish to do things, experience things, and yet I know that it is something I should not do. You are simply so much younger than I.”

The words threw him off. It did because he wasn’t really sure what to do with that information. Had he flirted with Head Priestess Luna, sure he did a bit, but he hadn’t expected her to return any kind of feeling. She was someone that he believed was far above his own desires and wants. In his mind she was this ideal version of what a truly religious person should be. She was devoted to her beliefs, but she tempered it with kindness. She wanted to ensure that those that sought refuge with the temples were offered that.

The very idea that she might even be interested in being with someone was foreign to him. Still, he didn’t want to offend her, and he certainly wasn’t sure how to proceed with what she was saying. It was a strange place to be, and it was a place that he found himself currently at. He wasn’t going to lie and say that she wasn’t attractive. That was actually very far from the truth. High Priestess Luna was gorgeous, but it didn’t detract from the fact that he was in a relationship with five women already.

He breathed out, considering how to respond, and he felt her hand. His action, or inaction, had spurred her into acting, and he felt her hand brought closer to her. It was dangerously close to her chest, between the promised valley of earthly delights. A slight movement in either way would result in feeling those delights, and yet he was resolute in not doing anything that would cause him to cheat on his wives to be.

“The proposed marriage for you,” she said, her voice sounding hopeful, “Is something that hasn’t been seen in our kingdom in an exceptionally long time. I know that there are those who will see a great issue with it. They will consider it to be something of a horrible and not sustainable. Of course they would be wrong. The last time there was a marriage like this it helped establish a branch of nobility that did wonders to shape the kingdom as it is today.”

She then looked into his eyes, “I cannot demand anything, and I shall abstain from doing so,’ she said as she studied his face, “But I ask that you please, please consider the possibility as I consider it. Normally, I would simply shrug this off, but I cannot deny the fact that I am a woman any longer. I cannot deny the fact that I wish to feel a lover’s embrace, or that I want to know what it is to be loved so completely by someone. Perhaps I am merely asking for the impossible.”

“High Priestess, Luna,” he said, using a familiarity that was permitted between them, “I don’t propose to do any certain thing. I know that I am betrothed to five different girls. Anything that happens has to go through them as much as myself. I will not be someone that simply springs a surprise upon them. I wouldn’t want that to happen to me, and I know that they would want their input as well.”

She nodded, “And so I shall do my best to engage all of them,” she replied before she finally did something that caught him off guard. The slight distance between them ended, and she stepped closer. She was now pressed against him, the feeling of her soft body that was just beneath her robes was wonderful. He felt as the two promised mounds of earthly delights were pressed against him, and then he felt her lips.

Being the color of blue they were one could honestly believe that her skin would be cold to the touch. That she would feel more like something that could have been deceased, but instead she was warm and inviting. There was something almost mystical and magical about the way that she kissed. It was a kiss, just a kiss, and he couldn’t help but wonder how it ended up like this. The kiss slowly ended, and she pulled away, “I shall spend time with each of them, and then with them together,” she said, her voice sounding more jovial than he’d heard her before, “And if all goes well, then perhaps I shall need to appoint another to carry out the ceremony.”

She moved past him, and he stood there, knowing that his life had started to change again. If she became one of his wives then he would be thrust into a political area that he didn’t want to be. Suddenly he would be part of the royal family, he would have more connections with the temple, and he would be one of the pillars of the kingdom. At this point it would be something that he simply didn’t want. He really wanted a quiet life. Granted, that was going to be hard with five wives already, but at least it would be him, his wives, and their children.

He considered everything, and he decided that the best course was to return to the others.

Present time

He looked at the gently sleeping Monika, and he touched her. Without waking she turned, and moved against him. The softness of nude body pressed against him, and he could not deny how eager she had been. Her school uniform laid on the floor, the only part that still was on her was the dark stockings. Those she had left on, and she had because she felt that he would like that. She was right. There was something about seeing a girl in her stockings only that was a major turn on. Her rabbit ears twitched slightly as she laid there.

“I hope that I can live up to your expectations,” he said, his voice soft, “I really do hope that I can. I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

She muttered something in her sleep, and he wasn’t sure what it was, but if he was to guess she was saying something along the lines of how he could never be a disappointment. He kissed the top of her head, and he felt her wiggle a little. He felt her hand move on his chest, drawing little circles, and he saw one of her eyes opening a little, “Beloved?” she asked, her voice sounding tired, “Is everything okay? You weren’t disappointed with me, right? I can go again. I’d love to go again.”

He smiled at her, “Monika, I could never be disappointed with you,” he replied, easing her anxieties, “I’ve just got some long thoughts. That said, I hope that I didn’t disappoint you. I know that you’ve been wanting time alone for a while.”

She shook her head, “It was everything I was hoping for,” she admitted, “I just wish that we could do this every night.”

He nodded, “I wouldn’t mind that, but I don’t want all of the others to feel left out,” he said, “and I was honest when I said that I love all of you. I want to be with all of you, and I want to have a family with all of you,” he hoped that his voice relayed the honesty of that statement, “More than that I want to see how good of mothers all of you will be. I have no doubt that each of you will be outstanding.”

The smile that crossed her face was one of both joy and lust. It was one that Copper had seen on the faces of his brides to be multiple times. Although at this point he was beyond simply considering himself engaged. Instead he believed himself to be already married. It was far easier to deal with the idea of being married, and faithful, than it was to simply consider himself engaged. Part of the reason for his thought actually laid at the feet of the five idiots. They had each thrown their engagements away.

It had done damage as well. Fleur De Lis had fell into a mental break, and in doing so became something of a delinquent. Diamond Tiara had managed to escape mostly unfazed, but he could only assume that was because she had become fast friends with Applebloom. The fact that she had someone to rely on, and someone to share her troubles and sorrows with was enough to keep her from merely falling off of the edge. In a way he was certainly thankful that she hadn’t fell to the darker side of things. Instead she was a fantastic woman, and honestly the Prince’s loss was his gain.

He was sure that Satin didn’t realize the amount of trouble she caused. The game didn’t specifically go into detail about the all of the fiancée's of the five idiots. Oh, sure, there was some coverage, but nothing that specifically showed the damage that had been done to them. Even the Hovercar race hadn’t fully shown what had happened to Fleur. It had shown her, but that was it. Instead, most of it was glazed over, and he believed it was because the developers wanted to sell the game. Why show something that would make the players feel sorry for those they were screwing over?

Even Diamond Tiara was shown to be a hotheaded, angry, and just plain mean woman. She was completely vindictive, and he knew that was the opposite of how she actually was. Instead, she was someone that was loving, understanding, caring, and determined to ensure that her beloved husband was more than happy with her, with her sister wives, and with all that they did. In essence, the Prince had thrown away something beautiful, something amazing, and he’d done so for what he thought was worth more.

The problem was he knew Satin. He knew her from his other life. His little sister was a brat. She was a complete and total brat that wanted to take the easy way out every single time. It was the one thing that she could always be depended upon to do. The fact that she went for the Prince, for his buddies, and tried the reverse harem route was because she wanted the easiest way out possible. Of course there were questions that he had. Some he didn’t want answers to. This was his little sister after all.

He didn’t want to know what she had to do for them all in order to get them to fall for her. That was information that he felt was far too personal. Instead he shoved the thoughts that crossed his mind, and touched Monika’s cheek. It was meant to be a reassuring touch, a gentle reminder that she was loved, and one that would help ensure that she understood that all was good. That was not how she read it. Monika moved, her lips touched his, and then she kissed down his neck. Before long she was kissing down his chest, “Monika, you don’t have to do anything else, I’m good,” he said before her felt her lips touch his navel, “I mean it, I’m fine with just being here with you.”

She looked toward him, her eyes almost pleading, “but you don’t mind if I do, right?” she asked, her voice hopeful, “I mean, you’d be fine with it, right?”

He nodded, and he felt the warmth of her mouth as he began to engulf him. The feeling of her tongue was something that he would forever remember. The way it felt as she began to suck him into her herself, the way she used her tongue to feel the underside, and the way soft moaning noises she made as she did it. All of it was an experience that he couldn’t deny was beyond enjoyable. It was something that would definitely be ranked in the high numbers of things he wanted to feel again.

It was funny that each of his wives to be had something that they excelled at. Applebloom was a cuddler. She loved to cuddle, to hold, to nurture, to make him feel better about just being himself. Diamond Tiara loved foreplay. She was excellent at setting the mood, and beyond that she was surprisingly into riding more than simply lying back and enjoying. He would never complain about that. Sunset Shimmer enjoyed using her assets to stimulate him, and then she enjoyed being dominated. Artemis was more of a traditional lover, but her oral game was more than on point.

Finally there was Monika, and like Artemis her oral game was on point, but Monika was someone that wanted to experiment with everything. She wanted to try everything, and they had covered a lot of the bases. With her he found someone that was willing to experiment and try all sorts of interesting and fun things. He moaned as he felt himself getting closer, and his hands found the back of her head. She began going harder, faster, and proving that beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wanted to make him explode into her.

With a final movement, a tongue swirl, he lost all composure, and soon he found himself giving her exactly what she wanted. She pulled back, swallowed, and then smiled at him. He watched as she laid down, her face toward the mattress, and her hips were in the air. There was a slight wiggle, and a little giggle, “If you’re not done, then neither am I,” she said, as her voice sounding soft and reassuring, “And besides, there’s something that I believe that you’d like to do as much as I’d like to receive.”

And that was the other thing. Of all of the girls, of every single one of them, Monika was the only one that enjoyed being fully explored. In truth, she enjoyed it to the point he wondered if it could have been just her wanting to please him. He moved toward her, hopeful that he had enough stamina, and he began what was going to be their final session for the night. There was simply too much to do tomorrow to continue this throughout the night.