>that one prompt from before:
>Ponies can understand Anon-words
>Anon cannot understand horse-noises

>You are Luna, herald of the night; protector of dreams; the face of darkness
>You are also very bored.
>Nopony's coming to your night court tonight.
>It's been... three days since anypony had troubles that couldn't be solved during the day by your sister.
>Not that you're complaining, though; you never really had the head for politics.
>>"Ooh, my neighbour's tree branches stick out over my fence! Fix it!"
>>"Wah! This mare's ancestors might have done something to MY ancestors! Throw her in the dungeon!"
>Bucking peasants.
>They were half the reason you turned dark a thousand years ago.
>And they've only gotten worse.
>At least back then, mares complained about blood-feuds and assassinations.
>But one thing hasn't changed: your legion of tight-flanked colt-filled Royal Guards.
>MMM!
>At least your nights aren't a total waste, knowwhatimsayin'?
>"Oh! Oh, well aren't YOU just the prettiest little thing?"
>What the Moon is that thing.
>A bipedal creatures is stalking towards you.
>Strangely enough, he has a look of utter delight on his face.
>Not an expression you're used to being on the business end of.
"Halt, creature! State thy business!"
>"Aww, somebody's a grumpster! Is it you? Is it?"
>....is this thing mentally challenged?
"Is this how you address your Princess? Guards, how did it even get in here?"
>"Oh gosh, you look so soft and pretty. I wanna pet you!"
>What.
>NOPONY pets the royal fur!
>Y-you're saving the Royal Tuft for your special somepony...
[spoiler]>Your shy, meek, perfect horsebando...[/spoiler]
>You stand up off of your throne and begin to back away.
>Your morality prevents you from harming this confused colt, but you're running out of space behind you.
>"Get back here, you big muffin! I'm gonna getcha! I'm gonna getcha!"
>Oh Moon, is this what rape feels like?
>You're so distracted by your imminent rape that you fail to notice that this rape-monster has closed the distance between the two of you.
>With a yelp, he sits down and drags you onto his lap and lays you down on your back.
>"Ohh, you're so soft. How did you get so soft?"
>You want to answer him but you can't reveal your daily morning private spa treatment!
>That shit's for COLTS!
"G-guards! Guards, apprehend this creature! I need an adult!"
>Your guards flood the room, looking around for a threat as best as their admittedly sub-par training has shown them.
>Damn your decision to fill your ranks with eye-candy!
>One of your guards spots your predicament and gasps loudly
>>"Oh my Celestia, is that the cuddle-monster?"
>Another one titters and does a little dance in place.
>>"Oh, I LOVE that colt! He gives the BEST belly rubs!"
>O-oh, my.
>Colt-on-colt bellyrubbing?
[spoiler]>That's so lewd![/spoiler]
"Guards, get this thing off of me right now!"
>But you are ignored.
>Your guards talk amongst themselves about their meet-ups with his large monster.
>Meanwhile, said creature is giving your tummy tum-tums slow rubs, and he's talking to you like you were a foal.
>"You're my little cutie-patootie and I'll love you forever."
>...
"R-really?"
[spoiler]>Is this what love feels like?[/spoiler]
>Maybe you were a bit hasty trying to get this thing off of you.

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>....the buck is your sister at?
>You are Celestia, and Luna isn't eating her breakfast-slash-dinner with you this morning.
>You're having pancakes this morning, and your chubby little sister normally can't resist stuffing her face with them.
>You suspect that something is a-hoof.
>With poise and grace and all that bullshit, you walk through the halls of your venerable castle, opulent and imperial.
>As you approach your sister's bedroom door, the sounds of muffled rap music grows louder.
>...no, you were wrong.
>That's FUNK music.
>What is that that stomping you hear?
>Is Luna dancing?
>Oh goodness, you HAVE to see this.
>Without any consideration for you sister's privacy, you open the door just a crack and poke your muzzle in.
>"MACHO MACHO MARE"
>Yes.
>"I'VE GOT TO BE! A MACHO MARE!"
>Yes!
>"I'VE GOT TO BE A MACHO MACHO MARE!"
>Mon Dieu!
>"I'VE GO TO BE A MACHO~"
>You are Luna.
>You think you've maybe misjudged this gentle creature.
>Sure, he was a little bit rough at first.
>And sure, he didn't really consider anything you were saying to him....
>He basically did what he wanted with you and didn't even listen when you told him to stop.
>That part was actually kind of hot.
>You've learned something new about yourself today.
>You like to think that you're good friends with him now.
>Maybe even more than friends.
>Dare you say it?
>The most forbidden of special friends?
>....
>Cuddle buddies.
>If his babbling and half-mad promises are anything to go by, you think he's probably going to find a bedroom and just starting living here in this castle with you.
>This is okay with you.
>Because you NEVER get to have as much fun with ANYPONY as you are now!
>You've invited him into your bedroom (NOT because you thought he might see your bed and decide to lay down and snuggle the Royal Tuft) and one thing lead to another...
>The two of you are dancing to what was THE hottest song back before you were grounded and sent to your moon.
>He's got your fore-hooves in his gentle grip, forcing you to stand up and balance on your hind legs.
>This is the most fun you've had in CENTURIES.

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April 26, 2016:

>You are Cadence, and you regret staffing your royal guard with mares.
>How were you supposed to know that mares were the stallions of the world a thousand years ago?!
>You've found three of them already asleep, and you know that it's only a matter of time, now.
>He's here.
>You don't know how, but he's here.
>But you are a princess, dammit! You won't be beat by a colt!
>You're going to make your last stand in the most secure room in the palace: your bedroom.
>With Shining on your heels, you sprint through the crystal halls, adrenaline amplifying each and every sound echoing through your castle.
"J-just a few *huff* more halls, Sh-shiny."
>....
>....how long has it been since you've heard him complaining about ruining his hooficure?
>You're suddenly aware that you've only been able to hear one set of hoof-steps for the last minute or two; that of your own.
>You skid to a stop and spin around to look behind you.
>He's gone.
>No.
>Please, Celestia, no.
>You almost lost him at the wedding; you can't lose him now.
>Not again.
>>"Rock-a-by baby, on the tree-top..."
>Your heart skips a beat.
>>"When the wind blows, the cradle will rock..."
>You taken an involuntary step backwards, away from the new voice.
>>"When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall..."
>A figure steps around the corner, bipedal and green. Your husband is asleep in his arms.
>He.... he looks so comfortable and content.
>Who would DO that to a colt?!
>>"And down will fall baby, cradle and all..."
>You think you just peed yourself a little.