A Different Kind of Acceptance

A/N: Fluttershy is more assertive than usual in this chapter. Not mean Fluttershy, just more assertive Fluttershy.

and you could say this is semi-clop, but there is ejaculation so i dunno. you decide

-clop begin-

She reached down, undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and slid them down, all with agonizing slowness. I took in a sharp, nervous breath as the jeans slid down my thighs.

I decided to take my shirt off. Fluttershy eyed my boxers for a second before pulling them down and releasing my stallionhood. *you probably forgot I was still an alicorn at the moment. I kinda did too . . .*

She smiled and wrapped her fingers of her left hand around my dick.

“Can I go to my human form?" I ask nervously.

Her answer was to squeal with happiness . . . At point-blank range . . . into my ear. And with an abnormally loud voice, too!

As soon as she stopped squeeing *as I was overcome by the pain at that moment* I clapped my hand over my ear.

“Ouch, that hurt.” I said, slightly annoyed. I regain my focus after a second and transform back into my regular human body.

Then I thought of a random thing I could try. ‘I wonder if I could transform specific limbs without transforming fully to another species,’ I ponder. ‘NO! I need to focus on the beautiful mare in front of me.’

She seemed to read my mind as her hand increased in speed and constriction strength. I groaned and bucked my hips a little bit.

She smiled and shifted her mouth closer to my dick. I leaned up and looked at her, wondering why she stopped giving me that amazing handjob. I caught a glance of her just as her tongue started dancing around the tip of my dick. I groaned at the sight, and I fell back onto the bed, enveloped in the pleasure like a baby wrapped in the softest blanket in the universe.

“ummm, Mark? There’s something I want you to see.” Fluttershy says. I lean up and my eyes nearly launch out of my head in a cartoon-like manner.

Fluttershy had taken off her blouse and bra. Her HUGE breasts were currently supported by her hands. They must have been at least size E. Her cleavage was moving closer to a specific organ in between my legs. I grinned in anticipation as her breasts met my dick; I shuddered and moaned from her silk-soft coat and breasts rubbing against it.

“Oh god, Fluttershy! That is so amazing!” I groan.

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. Just wait.” She replied seductively in a louder than usual tone that I never heard her use before. She sounded like a girl that isn’t ever shy.

And I loved it! Assertive Fluttershy is the best thing I have ever seen and/or heard in my life. Just so cute and adorable and- HRRRRNNNNGGGHHH!

‘ohmigod, I just felt her cuteness attack my heart directly! And it hurt,’ I think as I clutch at my chest wearily, groaning. Fluttershy stopped her ministrations and looked up into my eyes, confused.

“What happened? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” she asked, concerned for me.

“Nothing really, just had been thinking of how cute you are when you assert yourself. Then I had a minor heart stoppage from the cuteness. It was nothing, really. Please, continue with what you were doing earlier” I smile and brush the pain off quickly.

She smiles cutely, her light turquoise eyes big, bright, and cute, -HRRNNNNGGGGHHH- and she continues her amazing ministrations on my dick.

After the second attack hurts no more, I relax and lay back again, groaning when she hits a good spot, which is really the whole time her gigantic breasts are contacting my dick.

After a few minutes, I feel the inevitable stirring in my balls. I warn Fluttershy with the following statement, my voice hoarse and gruff from arousal. “Fluttershy, I’m gonna cum soon. . .”

“just shoot it all over my face and breasts, you big, powerful stallion, you” she said lustily.

My orgasm was more powerful than any I have had as a human or a werewolf.*Trust me, you don’t wanna know.* I arced my back and came one,

two,

three,

four,

five big spurts of cum, which were ejected onto Fluttershy’s face and breasts, dribbling down her body.

“Ohh . . . my” Fluttershy said quietly. “This is a lot of cum, and it’s all for me! But don’t think we’re done just yet. I have much, much more in store for you.” She says and grins coyly, innocently even.

“What do you mean, ‘much, much more in store’?” I ask bluntly. She giggles and lowers her head after making her breasts glide up and down my dick again. Her tongue licks the tip of my dick. I tremble and growl in arousal, her mouth feeling more amazing than words could describe.

She quickly is able to slide my dick all the way into her mouth. My dick was now being deepthroated, the last two inches going past her tonsils and curving down her throat.

She started moving her mouth back and forth quickly, but not moving far enough to stop the deepthroating feeling. She moaned into my cock, and I luxuriated in the exquisitely amazing vibrations coming from her throat.

-clop end-

A little voice, different than Justin, Hawk, or Will, suddenly popped into my head, saying, “why are you doing this to her? She doesn’t deserve a dark soul like you as her first time”

Hawk was the first to reply. She came onto him and I say he can get what he wants when he wants. There’s nothing wrong with taking what has been offered. HA, counter that!

“I can and I will,” the voice says, cocky. “She is in heat. That’s a sex-crazed mood that lasts for a week unless they are . . . ‘fulfilled’ . . . and she can still get pregnant during this time. It’s a downside of the ponies being part human.” The voice finishes cryptically.

Okay, he’s got me there. I’m gonna shut up and leave now. Hawk says, sounding very hurt.

“You need to stop before you have a lawsuit on your hands. Just up and walk away. You better hurry before you are affected more by her pheromones.” The voice says.

I decide to comply. I stand up, pulling my cock out of her mouth in the process. She whines when I stand up.

“What are you doing, Mark? We’re just getting started.” Fluttershy says seductively. I pull my pants and shirt back on, and turn to leave.

“S-sorry, I just r-remembered something I h-have to do in Canterlot. V-very urgent business. Bye!” I say hurriedly and start to walk out of the cottage.

Fluttershy flies around me and stops me with a glare. “You aren’t leaving me before we rut like crazy” she says, her voice more powerful and less airy than what I had seen in the show.

‘Should I slap her? . . . She needs to calm down quite badly . . .’ I ask myself.

Well, of course you should. Every hysterical grown woman needs a slap to calm them down quickly. Will says, being the personality from an age over 200 years past where it was proper for men to do things like that.

I shrug to myself and twist my right arm past my left arm.

After a whopper of a back-hand directly on her left cheek, sending her back a few feet, she seemed to calm down a little. I frown. She was crying a little in the fetal position.

“Hey, Fluttershy are you okay? I’m sorry; you were just getting really crazy.” I kneel down next to her, patting her head gently.

“I’m s-sorry, M-Mark. I-I’m so sorry. You g-gave me great adv-vice, then my heat t-took over and I took advantage of you. I’m s-sorry. I hope you’ll f-forgive me.” Fluttershy sobs in earnest.

I run my hand through her mane and get my face closer, whispering, “it’s not your fault, Fluttershy. All mares probably go through heat at least once a year. Just don’t tell anybody about this”

She gives me a look that tells me “what?” I reword my sentence quickly.

“Just don’t tell anypony about this, ‘kay, Fluttershy?” I ask, correcting myself.

At that moment, the door flies open, nearly nailing me in the face, and in jumps Rainbow Dash.

“She won’t tell anypony, but I might. You love Fluttershy! You love Fluttershy. You love-” she gets cut off by my magic grabbing her in paralysis-levitation combo.

I pull her close and threaten her, saying, “You won’t tell anypony unless you want to be turned into a vegetable. Understand?” I release the paralysis but I still hold her in levitation.

“Jeez, Mark. I was only joking-” she starts but I cut her off again.

“I know you like pulling pranks, so don’t pull any shit with me. You tell any other soul, living or dead and I will torture you to death and bring you back from the dead to do it again for all eternity.” I say threateningly to her face.

“Okay, okay. I won’t tell anypony.” She says, nervousness and fear registering most in her voice and aura.

“Pinkie promise it!” I bark angrily.

She goes through the motions and I finally smile. “Good. Now I’m outta here. Sorry, Fluttershy. See ya Rainbow, and don’t break that promise!” I say as I walk out the door. It’s dark out, so this is the best time. I pull on my magic and concentrate on the entrance of the Canterlot castle.

I close my eyes. I reopen them to the sight of guardsponies closing on my position outside the castle.

“Stop! You are under arrest for crimes against the country of Equestria.” They yell out to me while running at me, their pikes and swords ready to spear me or slash me to ribbons.

“What? Why? . . . Oh, screw it. I need to talk to Celestia” I exclaim.

I groan, annoyed, and grab them with the little magic I have, using a simple levitation spell. I walk into the castle, the guards floating in tow behind me.

As soon as I enter, more guards surround me, and I am forced to levitate them too. My magic section of my brain feels as if it’s pushing against a now-cracking barrier, but I push on. I go further and further down the corridor, guards appearing at seemingly random intervals.

The pain is nearing the unbearable point, but I keep walking, a grimace being the prominent feature on my face. I finally reach the doors to the princesses’ throne room, the near-30-some guards still being levitated by me.

I open the doors and groan, annoyed. There are twenty more guardsponies in the throne room. I push myself past the breaking point and lift up all of the guards that are in the throne room.

I feel my mind start to fold under the pressure and I force out, “I need to talk with you soon, Celestia” I feel my aura range suddenly increase one-hundred-fold. “But I gotta go for now.” I gasp out.

My arms go spread-eagle. I slowly float into the sky, light flowing from my body like water from a spicket. I slowly rotate in the air like a disco ball.

The magic section of my brain ruptures and magic spread throughout my brain, causing severe pain throughout my body, as well as a hellishly painful migraine.

My magic skills, after the barrier ruptured, increased by tenfold, making me a true necromancer. I no longer felt as much strain as before holding the guards up.

Yet, I now had a problem. All full-fledged necromancers are mostly evil before their first raise after breaking their Juvenile Magic Barrier. I couldn’t help but feel extremely overwhelming spite and hatred for all beings other than myself.

Will must have sensed my darkness increasing because he quickly shoved my mind into the Shadow, took over, and held up the guards with magic, which was the only thing he could really control at the moment other than my body.

Will spoke, his accent prominent in our voice. “I need you to get Mark out of here! He’s just broke his Juvenile Magic Barrier. He is a full-fledged necromancer now. I am an alternate personality of his. Don’t ask, just teleport us far from here, NOW!” He shouted at Celestia.

Her horn lit up, there was a ‘crack’, and I found myself deep in the Everfree Forest, too far to walk back to Ponyville in a day. But I didn’t need to walk. I could run like a werewolf.

I tried to transform, but my overwhelmingly powerful magic prevented such a thing for no apparent reason.

I thought for a second. ‘All the full-fledged necromancers I knew talked of their first ‘raise’ and how hard it was. Maybe that’s why I am empowered like so, because the first raise must be the most difficult.’ I think to myself.

I raised my arm, and channeled my magic through it, directing magic into the ground, where the dead are usually found to be resting. I pump more and more magic*as well as some of the spite and hatred* into the spot I had chosen, hoping my first raise would be successful.

Suddenly, a tremor racked the vicinity, and I guessed it could be felt all the way in Canterlot. The tremor caused a fissure to open right before my eyes, which narrowed in totally unrelated anger.

As I looked into the fissure, the innumerable arms of undead/unholy creatures reached to pull themselves out. I assumed the fissure led to Hell, the mythical world of eternal torture.

I attempted to pull something- no, anything out of the fissure with magic, but it just disintegrated before my magic could pull it out far enough. I realized that the amount of magic I put into raising the dead led to how many dead were actually raised.

I pumped more magic into the fissure, causing another tremor. The tremor then caused the fissure to open wider. Now the fissure was over twenty feet across.

I could feel my magic drying up, so I increased my output of magic, remembering that all magic will be drained from the necromancer on their first raise.

I kept pushing and pushing until I had another estimated ten seconds of magic at this pace. I yelled ferally, trying to stay conscious for the first creature to leave the fissure. At eight seconds left, a lone skeleton had finally grabbed the edge of the fissure.

At five seconds left, his/her torso was out of the fissure.

At two seconds left, his/her ankles were almost out of the fissure.

At the last half second remaining, he/she was finally all the way out, slowly getting to his/her feet.

I groaned and keeled over, unconscious from a lack of internal magic.

-later-

I woke in Canterlot castle, in a gigantic bedroom fit for a king *or in the ponies’ current case, a queen, or maybe a princess. But I digress*.

The first thing I see is the skeleton I summoned, looking as translucent and slow as ever, but clean too, which, as you will all think as well as what I had thought, is odd within itself.

I thought on another topic for a second and realized that a summoned creature will follow the summoner*doing nothing else, might I add* until they get a command from them. And I hadn’t commanded it yet, so I shall do so now.

“Skeleton, return to summon point and go back from whence you came” I say in a commanding tone. The skeleton walks off silently, not even creaking like a typical skeleton would. I sigh in relief. Then I groan in annoyance, realization hitting me like a machete to the stomach.

“Return to me” I say before it leaves the room. It turns slowly and looks at me. It walks back to me and stands there, swaying slightly. “Disintegrate and return to the fissure.”

The skeletons’s bones fell apart and turned to dust, which leave the castle on a light breeze through the door.

I sighed in relief. Then I decided to investigate the room.

It was a very low-light-based room. There wasn’t much to elaborate on for there was nothing in the room but a bed and a dresser. There were no windows.

Out of nowhere, I felt something brush up against my left side. I crane my neck over slowly and my eyes widen.

The pony in the bed next to me was none other than Princess Luna herself.

I yell out in fright and nervousy, the word I exclaim being “Gah!”

As soon as those words have left my lips, I hear snickering.

“Whoever is out there, get in here! NOW!” I growl towards the door.

The door opens and a guard walks in, covering his mouth with a hoof.

“Whose idea was this?” I ask the guard who is on the verge of exploding, both literally and figuratively. My hand lights up with a billowing blood-red aura. “If you say something I don’t like, and I will add you to my army of unholy/undead creatures as a suicide zombie.”

He straightens and takes on a serious, ‘set-in-stone’ façade. “The princess of the day requests your presence, Mark Knight. Follow me.” he walks out of the room and I quickly follow before Luna wakes.

I was too late for that. She had been awake ever since the “gah” but she had faked being asleep. Yet I didn’t know that. . .

-pan camera to Luna-

Luna leans up onto her elbows. She looks around, confused

“Well, that was an interesting way to wake up. Who put him in my bed anyway?” she asked herself, very confused.

-Camera leaves the bedroom and follows me and the guard-

“So, how do you like being a guard?” I ask him.

He clears his throat and replies, “Well, the princesses need protecting, and I can think of no better way to live than protect the leaders of this country. Unfortunately, and fortunately, mind you, there is nopony who really needs beaten senseless around here.”

I look at the camera and say, “Well, it looks like there are more ponies, other than me, who have dark impulses as well”. Cheesy inserted laughter is heard in the background.

We walk towards the throne room, the guard leading the way because I didn’t know where anything is.

Eventually, we do reach the throne room and Princess Celestia is looking at me sternly.

I approach the stairs to the throne and kneel down about five feet away. “I am severely sorry for making you witness my advance to full necromancer. Will you ever forgive me?” I ask.

“Rise, Markus Knight. No need to be concerned. I offer you the job of Ponyville’s protector. Do you accept my offer?” she asks.

I am bewildered. I just literally showed the princess of the day that I was a so-called evil entity with powers to raise the dead. . . And she just offered to make me the protector of Ponyville . . . What is going on here?

“I just lifted all of your guards in the castle into the air before saying I needed to talk with you, and after that, I left the castle to become a full-powered Necromancer. No offense meant here, but are you sure you aren’t crazy?”

She chuckled at that comment. “I’ve wondered that myself, my friend. I actually offered because I sense great magical power in you. You just need to unlock it.” She said.

“Actually, princess, I unlocked my full potential after my first raise of a dead,” I pause, searching for the right word. “. . . creature. I am a full-fledged necromancer now. But I need to keep training, and not just necromancy, but normal, general magic to become more powerful. Practice makes perfect, Princess” I say.

She giggled and I looked at her, asking, “What? What’s so funny?”

“Something you wouldn’t care to know, my friend.” She tittered.

“Oh yeah? Try me!” I reply.

“It’s something I know you haven’t had much practice in” she replied coyly.

“Okay, you got me! I don’t care! I don’t care! Lalalalalalalalalaaaaah!” I said loudly.

She laughed and pulled me close and gave me a hug . . . of all things, she gave me a hug! And I don’t even know why. A totally random, out-of-the-blue hug.

I noticed that she smelled like roses, chocolate, and, somehow Axe body spray.

I slid out of the hug, blushing, and stepped back a few steps. “Why do you smell like roses, chocolate, and Axe body spray?”

“Why do I smell like what? . . . Oh, I know what you mean.” Celestia said, giggling. “That’s my heat, my friend. I smell like whatever the smeller likes to smell. It helps me find mates easier.” She smirked coyly at me.

My eyes widen. “Exit, stage left” I say quickly, running to my left and glancing back once to see if she’s following like a heat-crazed mare would.

She isn’t following.

I look forward again. Before I could do *or even think* anything else, I run straight into a wall, breaking my nose, and falling to the floor unconscious.

-A few hours later-

I woke feeling as if I was lying on a cloud of the softest origins and feeling as if I was under a blanket of the warmest powder snow I’ve felt in my life.

Then I feel something rub against my side. A furry something. A tall, furry something. . .

I opened my eyes and saw none other than Luna, the night princess. Again. . .

I smile and put my hands behind my head, sighing, and acted as if I had the best night of my life.

“Damn Trollestia” I mumbled to myself. “Oh well, I might as well take advantage of this and give her the mind fuck of her life” I chuckle.

Slowly, Luna wakes, stretching and yawning.

“Hey, sleepyhead. How was your nap?” I asked Luna obliviously.

Her eyes widened, but quickly returned to normal size. “It was good, my loyal subject. We must go and speak to our sister immediately.”

“Wait. What’s with the formality? We’re in what age in equestria? As in what century?” I asked Luna.

“We’re in the 19th century, subject.” She replied impatiently.

“Well, why don’t you speak like you live in the 19th century and not the 4th? I can’t make sense of it. . .” I say.

“well, we could try-” she started but I cut her off.

“ah, that! That right there! The royal ‘We’. Does your sister use it?” I ask.

“No, but our-” I cut her off again.

“yeah. No buts. Forget all the things your parents told you how to speak with the royal ‘We’ and talk how you learned to talk yourself. Talk like a teenager, for all I care. Just stop using the royal ‘We’. Every time you use the royal 'We', I will summon a zombie to follow you and remind you over and over. That is my deal. If you do not accept, you will have to live with the fact that no ponies will become friends with you unless you know them well. And I am one of those few. You might even find a lucky stallion or two if you stop the royal ‘We’ right now.”

“HOW DARE YOU COMMAND ME? I AM THE PRINCESS OF THE NIGHT. I WILL MAKE YOU FEAR THE NIGHT SO MUCH, YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SLEEP FOR A WEEK!” Luna used the Royal Canterlot voice on me at two feet distance. I just weathered it, and smiled.

“There, was that so hard? You didn’t use the royal ‘We’ that time.” I grinned as I spoke.

Luna opened her mouth to say something else, but closed it. She opened it to say something else, but closed her mouth again.

She blushed and scooted a bit closer.

“Lemme guess; heat?” I asked.

She just smiled and scooted closer again.

I quickly disentangled myself from the bed and sprinted out of the room. Right outside the door, I ran into Celestia, who I guess was listening in on our conversation.

I yelped and unconsciously teleported away.

When my eyes recovered from the sudden teleport, I saw I was deep in the Everfree forest. I levitated myself to the treetops and looked at my surroundings.

To the north, there was a rainbow and a few mountains. To the west, more forest. To the east, a lone mountain range, upon which there is a small speck of light. To the south, there is a lone, gigantic mountain. To my southwest, about a half mile away, there is a gigantic gorge. To the northwest, there is a lone mountain at the end of the gorge.

I wanted to get away from the crazy mares-in-heat, so I decided to head straight west. I simply teleported to the spot I had seen on the other side of the gorge.

As soon as my feet made contact with the ground, I felt a pounding headache assault my brain. I fell to the ground and went into the fetal position instantly.

I relied on all the pressure points I knew of to get rid of the headache: the hand point, the wrist point, and the head point. Eventually, after a half hour of alternating between the three pressure points, my headache is finally receded enough for me to walk for a bit.

I stood up sorely, and began walking away from the gorge behind me.

-A good, long time later(and end of the Prologue crap. YAY!)-

I was nearing what seemed to be a small clearing, which I could rely on for making a shelter, as it was beginning to get dark outside.

I walked towards the clearing, but before I could get within the clearing’s perimeter, a rock with a cave inside poked out of the earth. Black, shiny, hole-filled, winged . . . things . . .  with luminescent green eyes flew out of it. There had to be at least 150 of them in the whole group. As the last few creatures flew out of the ‘cave’, I had to shift my position as i was feeling uncomfortable.

When I shifted, a creature seemed to change its flight path, and passed right over me by a few feet. It obviously saw me because it flew back around, grabbed me and pulled me into the cave. I was freaking out silently as it flew me further and further into the cave. Eventually it stopped flying, and hefted me over its shoulder, carrying me like a sack of potatoes. I had slowly calmed down over the course of the flight down to this level of the cave.

It walked me towards a big, ornate, yet dark-colored door. “Our Queen will see you now” it said, sounding like the most beautiful woman’s voice I have ever heard.

I said, like an idiot, “Okay . . . “

The door opened and I was tossed inside. Thankfully, I landed on my ass, and not my face. I looked around, rubbing the soreness out of my tush. I was in a huge corridor that had sickly green goop on the walls and ceiling.

“Hello, little pony. My name is Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings, and you will die from giving me all of your love.” A voice said from the other end of the corridor. I looked at myself and saw that my horn and wings had disappeared from my pony body. I sighed.

“There is no way to resist me. I will make sure you are comfortable when you die.” The voice said and I smirked.

“I’m sorry, Queen. I doubt I have any love to give. You cannot take love from me, because I know no pony loves me in return” I say, chuckling.

“We’ll see about that.” The queen said. I felt myself be lifted by a levitation spell. The spell carried me quickly to the far end of the corridor, where the Queen was obviously waiting.

I had closed my eyes during the levitation, as to be surprised by the appearance of the Queen when i was ready.

As I landed on a soft surface with a flump, the Queen asked, “Why are your eyes closed? I command you open your eyes, as to see the one who kills you slowly”

I say, “I closed my eyes to be surprised by your physical appearance. I guessed that with the honorary name of Queen, that your beauty would rival the princesses.” I smirk, still not opening my eyes. “And no. you cannot command me to do anything. I’ll do things of my own free will.”

“Blasted peasant. I will show you what it means to be controlled” Chrysalis says darkly.

The backs of my eyelids brighten and I feel a magical force enter my mind, whispering “Listen to your queen. Listen to your queen. Listen to your queen”

I ignore it and say, “sorry, my Queen. That won’t work on me” I chuckle.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” I ask, amused.

“just some pony my scouts found infiltrating our perimeter?” she asks, half right.

“Nnnope. Wrong, for the most part. I did infiltrate your perimeter, and by accident no less, but the other part is wrong.” I chuckle. I still haven’t opened my eyes.

“Why do you lead your queen on like this? It will only prolong your suffering.” The Queen said.

“Answer me this first. Have your scouts reported about a new pony by the name of Markus Knight, Markus, or Mark?” I ask, amused again.

“No, why?” the queen sounded interested when she asked that question.

“Before I answer, I need to see what you look like.” I said. I cautiously opened my eyes, and was face-to-face with this sexy body. . .(just ignore the little words that are describing the Queen's appearance, please)

I gulped, my words lost from the black beauty standing above me.

“Erm . . . I-I’m Mark Knight. . . and . . . I’m a human. . . with a few abilities” I said, blushing and stuttering. I transform back into my human form, and Chrysalis gasps.

“A human” she says, her eyes glistening. “So much more capacity for love than a pony. And uncontrollable by any changeling magics.” She licked her lips sultrily with her long, forked tongue. "i do enjoy a challenge"

“What are you doing?” I ask her, chuckling nervously and creeping away from her.

“I’m going to take your love, of course. I did say I was going to do that, didn’t I?” she said seductively.