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You are Anon
>You are standing in a ruined building
>Just moments ago you were trying out a brand new virtual reality game.
>The game that was supposed to save your arcade from bankruptcy.
>You flex your hands. They are your real hands, as far as you can tell.
>Looking down, you see that you are even wearing the clothes you were wearing, black suit, red tie.
>From the jingling in your pockets, you even still have the change you had.
>This is freaky. It's like the Matrix or something.
>You look behind you, only to see a glass "window"
>It's glowing softly, but seems to cast no light on the surrounding rubble.
>You look through it and see…you. Seated with your head in the wireless neural interface, eyes open. It's a lot dimmer than it was when you sat in the chair.
>You continued to look at yourself for a moment. You note that you aren't blinking.
"This is weird."
>Then, you notice a fly. The same one that had been annoying the sh*t out of you while you were setting the thing up.
>It's frozen in mid flight, directly in front of "your" eyes.
"This is weird."
>You look around.
"Okay, this is weird. More like Narnia than Half Life 3."
>You decide to do some exploring, maybe get some "Turkish delight". And by that you mean f*ck some hot witch puss*.
>You smile at the thought. This kind of medium is MADE for p*rn. You'd probably have a lot more business if you could get adult games like that.
>You walk to where it looks like the entrance used to be. There is a bit of twisted wood and metal that looks like it was once a door. Strangely small.
>Outside, there is a partially charred sign.
>You can't make out the writing, but there's a picture of a weird sort of horse face.
>Ok, this really doesn't seem like Half Life 3.
>You head up the street a bit. There are other storefronts in similar condition.
>You look up and see dark, orange tinted clouds, either the sun is just setting or just rising here.
>There is a cold wind, though you are wearing your suit, so it's not too bad
>You stick your hands in your pockets to ward off the cold regardless.
>Walking along, careful to remember your way back, you see the damage getting less and less.
>It's getting brighter too--the sun is coming up.
>You come to a square that actually still has some living vegetation, the first you have seen here.
>You see a few tiny little colorful ponies milling about, apparently grazing on some of the grass there.
"What the f*ck is going on here?"
>You walk up to one, a yellow one with a green mane, nibbling on some grass.
"Hey there little fella,"
>She turns to face you, then a look of shock comes over her
>"MINOTAUR!" she yells as she stumbles over herself trying to get away.
"Wat."
>Ponies running everywhere.
>One even runs into you, smaller than the others, white, with a blue mane.
>"Eep!" she squeeks, cowering like you're going to hit her or something.
"Uhh, I'm not a minotaur."
>"W.w.what? You're not?"
"No, I'm a human."
>She's cute, sounds like a human child.
>"S.so you're not going to hurt me?"
"Of course not."
>You pull your hands out of your pocket and crouch down, though you still tower over her. She's only a little over a couple of feet tall.
>You smile and pat her on the head.
>She smiles back at you, relief replacing her tenseness.
"What is this place?"
>"Huh? Oh, this is Star Square."
"Star Square?"
>"Yup, the heart of Canterlot, or what's left of it…"
"It looks like a tornado ran through here. What happened to this place?"
>"Well, we were invaded by the Minotaurs a few years ago." She looks down sadly. "They stole nearly everything, and destroyed what they couldn't take. Mama said they even stole our magic."
"Magic?"
>"Well, I don't really know, I was too young. You could ask one of the Princesses though!"
"Princesses?"
>"Yeah, two of them live here in Canterlot. They're in the new castle, it's just a few blocks away. I could show you if you want!"
"Cool, thanks a bunch kid. By the way, my name's Anonymous. You can call me Anon. What's your name?"
>"I'm Cherry Pop! Nice to meetcha, Mister Anon!"
>Just as she's saying that, you notice movement a ways away. Looking up, you see about a dozen ponies with sharpened sticks running toward you.
>Cherry notices too, and starts backing away from you, a worried look coming across her face.
>They come to a stop at a good distance. They are the first ponies you have seen wearing clothes, though they are in tatters. One of them has a little helmet on. He's the only one without a stick, but you see what appears to be a sword hanging at his side.
>The helmeted one steps forward, and you rise to meet him. A look of sheer terror comes over his face when he sees that you are more than twice his height, though he quickly hardens his face and continues his approach.
>"We received word that a minotaur was wandering the streets of Canterlot, but it seems to have been mistaken. I am Captain Winter Sparkle. And you are?"
>You think quickly perhaps you will stand to gain, IF you can think quickly.
"I am merely a stranger in a strange land. Lord Anonymous. It is a pleasure to meet you captain."
>"Charmed. Tell me, my good Lord Anonymous, just where do you hail from."
"Ah, a long story, but the short version is that I come from the United States of America."
>"And, if you don't mind my asking, just what manner of creature are you?"
"Why, a human, of course. But enough with the small talk. I should like to speak with your princesses. I am interested in discussing trade relations."
>He perked up at that. Clearly this land was impoverished. It figures talk of trade with a far off and apparently rich land would get their attention.
>"Ah, I see, excellent. Excellent!, come then, my good Lord, let us go!"
>You both turned and started walking toward the other ponies, who had relaxed considerably, but remained at attention.
>As you got closer, you noticed that the rags the other ponies were wearing were the remains of uniforms.
>Making a gesture to his "men", they quickly fell in behind us as Captain Sparkle lead us past a few ruined barricades and onto a relatively untouched street, still lined with trees.
>As you walk, you engage in some small talk. You probe Winter for as much information as you can get on the kingdom, it's history, and most importantly, the Princesses.
>He answers your questions courteously, but extremely absentmindedly. He has not one bit of guile. Honestly, something seems off about him.
"Are you alright, you seem a bit off?"
>"Oh, I must apologize, you see, as I said, the Minotaurs' and their monsters stole our magic, and magic is vital for the proper function of our minds and bodies. Magic marks our destiny, and shapes it. Without it, even the most clear-minded pony will lose focus, and many, well, just become stupid. I fear that if this persists too long we will all be reduced to mere dumb beasts."
"I see, that's terrible."
>Ahead you see a large but run down theater with a couple more ponies with sharpened sticks, standing on either side of the entrance.
>You had returned your hands into your pockets against the chill wind. As you approached, you pulled them out again, sending a bit of your change tinkling onto the ground.
>Everyone stopped, staring wide eyed at the money you had dropped, like you had just thrown a bag of diamonds on the ground or something.
>You lean over to pick it back up.
"My, how clumsy of me."
>You looked at the ponies who were still staring at the coins in your hand, as you moved it back towards your pocket.
Breaking his trance, Captain Sparkle turned his face upwards to look at you.
>"M.m.m.my Lord, I had no idea.."
"What was that Sparkle? Speak up!"
>"My Lord, I had no idea you were so wealthy! Those tokens…"
>You think about interrupting him, but decide to let him tell you a little more.
>"You could buy half of Equestria with what you just spilt on the ground! Just who ARE you!?"
>Calmly. Very calmly, you reply.
"I told you, I am Lord Anonymous, here to negotiate trade relations. Now let's see these princesses, shall we?"
>"Y.yes, My Lord! At once!"
>He runs off immediately toward the two guardponies
>"You ponies escort Lord Anonymous to the front of the line! He is to be treated with the utmost respect! I must tell the Princesses!"
>He disappears inside.
>This is gonna be a weird day.
>As you approach with the remainder of your escort, the two guardponies smartly salute. Weird, they have batwings. And slotted eyes.
>"Welcome to the Royal Night Court, Lord Anonymous! Princess Luna is currently presiding. We will take you to see her at once, if that is your will."
>And fangs. And forked tongues.
What have I gotten myself into?
"Very well, lead on."
Also, Night Court? The sun is already up.
>They turn smartly and lead the way inside. There are a few more guards, all of whom stand at attention as you pass, as well as a few clearly non-military ponies, but they are wearing clothes as well. Maybe nobles?
>You approach a set of double doors flanked by two more guards. They open the doors as you approach.
>Suddenly there is a pony shouting on your right.
>"Announcing Lord Anonymous, or the United States of Amorica!"
That's America.
Whatever.
>Ahead of you is what once must have been a beautiful theater, sadly looted and defaced. The interior was lit by a hole in the ceiling, as well as a number of smoldering torches.
>Numerous seats on either side of the aisle you were standing in stood mostly empty. Near the stage, there were a few ponies with horns mucking about with some scrolls, and a line of ponies leading up some stairs to the left of the stage, leading up to a golden throne set in the center of the stage, on which a large, dark blue pony with a beautiful flowing mane is seated.
>You hesitate a moment, taking it all in
>"My Lord, shall we proceed?"
>This starts you out of your reverie, and you stride confidently forward, taking the set of stairs on the opposite side of the stage where the other ponies are now being shooed away by more guards.
>As you step onto the stairs, you hear another shout
>"MY GOOD PONIES, NIGHT COURT IS NOW ADJOURNED. THERE WILL BE NO DAY COURT TODAY. WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE. YOUR AUDIENCES WILL BE RESCHEDULED, YOU NEED ONLY SPEAK WITH LOGICAL QUILL ON YOUR WAY OUT!"
>Had you been any closer, she might have blown your eardrums out. As it is you pause to rub your ears a bit to stop the ringing.
>She turns to face you. As you get closer, she becomes increasingly beautiful, while her surrounding become increasingly shabby. What from a distance had looked like an ornate golden throne was actually..is it really? Yup. It's paper mache, spraypainted gold. Jesus Christ.
>With slightly less violence than her last broadcast, she welcomes you
>"MY LORD ANONYMOUS, I, LUNA, PRINCESS OF THE NIGHT, DO WELCOME YOU TO CANTERLOT, IN THE FIRST ADMINISTRATIVE DISTRICT OF EQUESTRIA."
>She notices my discomfort, and somewhat flustered, quickly adds
>"I do hope you had a pleasant trip, come, let us retire for a repast while we await the arrival of our sister."
>Cute as f*ck.
>When she goes meek like that, she almost sounds like a girl in her early teens, despite being slightly taller than the male ponies around her.
>You smile
"It is good to meet you Princess. Your subjects seem to have good things to say about you. I would be honored to accompany you."
>She smiles at you, meekly, and turns toward a gap in the rear curtain.
>"Come then, let us go."
>As she turns, you noticed her wings, folded, and the large mottled black spot on each rump. Kinda weird.
>You pace yourself to stay beside her as she leads you into a hallway and then into a side room, where a long table is set with three places.
>Though the tablecloth is white and new, you notice that the table beneath is old and wobbly, the chair you are brought isn't much better.
>The princess takes a seat on a raised cushion to the left of the head of the table, and you hesitate for a moment, as the chair has been placed at the head of the table. She motions for you to sit there.
>As you take your seat, a grey mare in a maid outfit enters the room, carrying a tray in her teeth.
>"Tea?" Luna asks.
>Certainly. With sugar if you don't mind.
>"Oh, my Lord, I'm afraid we don't have any. You see, sugar is grown in the lands to the south of here, in a separate administrative district, and we can't afford to import any from the Minos Empire. We are having enough trouble making enough goods for tribute without magic."
"Ah, several of your subjects had mentioned that your magic had been taken. Such a pity."
>The maid finished pouring the tea and quietly left.
>"Our little ponies seem lost without their magic. My sister and I have tried to help encourage them, but the only ones we seem to be able to effect are the guards, and who were selected from the very best and brightest. Even they lack the strength of character they had before the war."
"I see."
>"And to be honest, I feel as though even my sister and I have been losing direction lately. But we simply can't give up. If we do, we will be deposed and the Minotaurs will take control of this administrative district, and will enslave all of our precious ponies. There are dark rumors of the horrors ponies are subjected to at the hands of the minotaurs, and our spies confirmed most of them, prior to their magic draining attack. Ponies as sex toys for minotaurs, and their pet dragons. Sexual torture. Body modification. Medical experimentation. Ponies as FOOD!"
>By now there are tears running down her eyes.
>"But now, someone who can help has arrived."
>I turned to see a glorious white mare with a flowing pink mane, threaded with a hint of other colors.
>Luna was wiping her tears as her sister approached the table, and nuzzled her softly.
>"You must understand, My Lord Anonymous, we don't have the Long experience, or, I'm afraid, even the aptitude to serve as the rulers of a nation. Not ten full years since we became joint rulers of the kingdom our mother left to us, we failed to resist an invasion by an aggressive and technologically advanced neighbor. We tried, My Lord, we tried so hard, even going so far as to use the sun and moon as weapons. When we tried that was when they deployed their magic absorbing monsters, the likes of which we had never seen before. We managed to seal one in Tartaurus before he did too much damage, but the other, finished his brother's work."
>Luna, having regained her composure, spoke next.
>"Scorpan, at least, was more reasonable than his brother, and accepted our surrender on the condition of a tribute to be decided by the Learned Elders of Minos. And the truth is that the tribute was perfectly reasonable, and would have been easily met, if we had our magic. But the Learned Elders decreed that we must pay to have our magic returned, despite having looted our lands for every last bit. In the meantime, Scorpan has all the pony magic in Equestria, or so we believe. Our nation was divided into six administrative districts, and we are forbidden from having contact with any of the others. The Beast, Tirek, was also taken from his prison and returned to the Minos empire. Not that that matters. We have no more magic to steal. We have held on in hopes that our foals would show some signs of magic, so that they can help to rebuild. But it has been hard. Unicorns, no longer able to use even the simplest spells, Pegasi, no longer able to fly or manipulate weather, and Earth ponies having lost their connection with nature, making the raising of crops even more difficult."
>Celestia had by now taken her seat at my right hand, and the maid had returned with a tray of food. Salad.
>She served me first.
>It's not salad. It's f*cking grass and tree leaves with a few berries sprinkled in.
>You look at what is being served to the princesses. It is the same, minus the berries.
"I think its time you stopped beating around the bush. What is it that you want?"
>The two looked at each other, then Celestia spoke.
>"W.w.well, the truth is, My Lord, we have had reports of the great wealth which you carry on your person as if it were nothing. We need such money in order to buy back our magic. Though…"
>Luna finished her sentence.
>"The truth is, we don't have anything to offer in return. Our kingdom is utterly destitute."
>You pull out one of the quarters you had in your pocket. Literal pocket change.
"THIS is what you want?" You are exuding incredulity. "Why do you consider it so valuable?"
>"My Lord Anonymous, it is a coin, minted of silver, for no other metal will withstand the magics of its creation. There is a powerful magical ward, The Edict of Croesus, in place over all the lands in this region, if not beyond, that make the creation of such coins nearly impossible. They are a symbol of great wealth, used in the settlement of trade between nations. What you hold in your hand is approximately equal to the entire output of the Equestrian economy at the height of the golden age under the rule of our father, hundreds of times what we could manage in our current state. It would be enough to buy back our alicorn magic, with enough to spare to rebuild the palace!"
"Truly, there is no other coinage in these lands? How to the common people conduct trade?"
>"For that, we use the far more common gold, pressed into a "bit". The very rich might store their wealth in copper coinage, which is subject to similar, but less stringent restrictions as silver."
"You mean like this?"
>You fish a penny out of your pocket
>They aren't so stunned this time. You suppose that pulling a rabbit out of your hat isn't so impressive as pulling out a pink elephant.
>"Yes, of course. You continue to amaze us.
Simply amazing.
"Hmm. I see. So you have nothing to offer? That is too bad."
>You rise, and move to leave.
>"Lord anonymous wait!"
>You turn back to them.
>"Well, there is one thing…"
>"We could offer you our bodies."
>This is definitely not a game.
"My my my, how delightful. Princesses made into whor*s. Or should I say whorses?"
>They both looked down in shame. Then Celestia looked back at me, right in the eyes. "I would do anything for my subjects. ANYTHING."
"I see. But do you have the goods to back up the sentiment?"
>I looked over to Luna, who was blushing deeply
"How about you, whorse?"
>"I…I feel the same way."
"I see. I would sample my goods before I purchase them."
>"Shall..shall we then retire to our bedchamber?" Celestia asked.
"No. Here is fine. Come here, white whorse."
>She moves to your side, and sits on the ground at your feet.
>You are liking her instincts.
"Unzip my pants. Without using your hooves. I want my whorses to be skilled."
>She nods and moves between your legs, under the table. She nuzzles your crotch, trying to move the cloth to expose the zipper. She seems to be having trouble.
"Try using your tongue, stupid whorse."
>She doesn't reply, but instantly complies instead, moving the cloth aside to reveal the zipper.
>She reaches up with her mouth and grasps the zipper pull, and slowly tugs it down.
"You seem experienced, whorse. Tell me, how many others have you f*cked for money?"
>"N.none, sir." There are tears forming in her eyes.
"Fine. You pass your first test. Get back to your seat."
>She looks confused. She thought she was going to be sucking your dick you suppose.
"Black whorse, get over here."
>Following her sister's lead she came to your side, and sat near your feet, looking up at you hesitatingly.
"Now tell me, black whorse, how many stallions have you f*cked?"
>"U..uhm, what do you mean "f*cked"?"
Holy sh*t does she not know what sex is?
"Did a stallion ever shove his giant co*ck in and out of you?"
>"W.well, one."
>"Luna!" Celestia gasped while you chuckled to yourself.
"What did you think I meant, black whorse?"
>"Well, we didn't know if oral counted."
You laugh heartily at that.
"It does when you do it right! Now come and show me how you did it."
>She quickly slid between your legs, and moved her head to your crotch and sniffed deeply.
Jesus Christ.
>She fumbled a bit with your underwear, but in a moment your rock hard penis flopped out and hit her snout.
>She gasped in surprise.
"Looks a little different from a stallion's, doesn't it?"
>"Uh-huh." she nodded, leaning in and grasping it with both hooves.
>It's like her personality changed completely. What the f*ck is going on? And who the f*ck cares?
>She sniffed it again, directly this time, moving her snout slowly down the shaft to the base.
>Then, she licked, starting at the base, moving slowly up the shaft and to the head, before suddenly glomming onto the head.
>Her focus never left your dick. Normally a girl will look up at you when doing this. Maybe ponies are different.
>You turn your attention to Celestia, who is staring at her sister, who is now polishing your knob like her life depended on it, and with increasingly vigorous enthusiasm, while simultaneously trying to hide behind her hooves. A deep blush has spread across her entire face.
>Your attention returns to Luna, who is now has both of your balls in her mouth while continuing to rather expertly stroke your shaft with her soft, satin like hooves.
>You feel yourself getting close.
"That's enough black whorse."
>She doesn't seem to hear you, as she goes back to sucking your co*ck, forcing it deeper and deeper into her throat until she had it all in.
>She is now deepthroating your co*ck with her eyes starting to roll back into her head. One hoof is now missing. Looking down, you see her clopping herself to a sloppy wet mess.
"I said THAT'S ENOUGH!" as you pull out and slap her so hard she hits the ground with a thud.
>This seems to shake her out of her apparent co*ck frenzy.
>"W..we are sorry, Lord Anonymous. We don't know what came over us." she said, trying to cover her dripping wet marehood.
"I can appreciate your enthusiasm, but you must learn to obey commands. You fail your first test."
"White whorse. Get on the table and roll over on your back."
>She starts to move dishes out of the way.
"I didn't tell you to do that,"
>you say as you wipe the dishes onto the floor, making a huge clatter, and breaking most of them.
>She avoided eye contact as she followed your command, ignoring the additional plates the knocked off the table in the process.
"Now it's time to examine the only thing a filthy whorse like you has to offer."
>She hides her eyes in shame as you start to finger her. She is already quite wet, and her marehood is winking at you.
"Enjoy the show, you gutterslu*t?" you said, pushing a finger in.
>She inhaled sharply at that. She was amazingly tight. You could barely fit one finger in, and it gripped it, trying to pull it in.
>You spank her rump hard.
"I asked you a question, white whorse."
>"N.n.no, I didn't!" she lied.
>You don't like that.
>You spank her again, harder, in the same spot.
>"AH!" she exclaims. But not from the spanking.
>You hear a clatter as a tray hits the ground.
>The maid had returned to pick up the dishes. Her earlier passive, almost bored expression replaced with a look of utter shock.
>"M.m.my lady! Should I call for the guards!?"
>"No! I..I want this.." Celestia said. "Please leave and tell no-one of this!"
"Belay that." you said. "No, you are allowed to tell anyone you want. And be sure to add that they are doing it for money so they can have a fancy shiny palace again."
>"Wh-what?"
>You look down at Celestia, who is looking away.
"Look at me, white whorse."
>She turns to look at you."
"Tell her."
>She hesitates a moment. "Do as he says. He is the one in charge here…"
Funny. You didn't tell her to say the last part. You think that she really wants this, and more, wants to abandon her responsibility.
>Well, you can make that happen.
>The maid quickly collected the tray she had dropped, bowed, and backed out of the door.
"You see, white whorse, that wasn't so bad, though you may have trouble facing your guards tomorrow."
>You said, working a second finger into into her vagin*, which was now practically streaming. You were starting to wonder if she was pissing herself but it kept coming.
>Withdrawing your fingers, you started stripping off your clothing. You looked over to find Luna on the floor next to you, clopping herself like there was no tomorrow, staring at your dick.
"Black whorse, lay on top of your sister and start making out."
>"Y.yes Lo-"
"And cut it with the "Lord Anonymous" crap. From now on you call me Master. That goes for both of you."
>Your dick gets somehow harder as Celestia shudders at the notion.
>"Yes, Master." Luna says, climbing on top of her sister.
"Now kiss. I don't want to see your tongues leave each others mouths until I'm done, Understand.
"Yes, Master." they reply in near unison, Celestia shuddering again, and slightly stuttering on the "Master" bit.
>The dribble of juices coming out of her marehood increasing again.
>Luna then promptly leans in to Celestia and shoves her tongue into her mouth.
"Now, then. Let us sample the goods."
>With that, you place your dick against her winking marehood, and puuuuuush.
>It's so tight.
>It's so f*cking tight.
>She starts to squirm under the pressure. She wasn't ready for this, but her sister's tongue in her mouth silences any objections.
>You start to thrust, trying to stretch out that terrible tightness. You pop out, and try to push it back in.
Jesus Christ this is hard.
"f*ck it."
>Celestia moves her eyes toward you, only one can see you, the other blocked by her sister's mane.
>You smile devilishly at her as you reposition yourself, and drive your co*ck into her asshole.
"Much better. White whorse, you are going to have to stretch out your whorse vagin* so I can f*ck you properly."
>She's really struggling now. Funny, she's trying to talk to you while frenching her sister.
"I can't understand what you are saying"
>You teased her has you thrust into her roughly.
>She breaks her kiss with Luna and repeats herself "Does that mean you are going to give us the money!?"
"Probably not, since you just failed again. Both of you. If I'm even going to consider it, you had best get back to the spitswapping."
>Panicked, she rejoins the kiss with Luna, who seems to be herself again, much more reluctant and timid.
>This time it is Celestia has to force her tongue into her sister's mouth.
>As you thrust into Celestia, you start to massage Luna's rump, spanking her lightly.
>Soon her juices start to flow again.
>You start to probe her entrance.
Christ, it's even tighter than Celestia's.
>You can't even get your finger in, despite its winking.
>You try your pinkie instead, and find that you are just able to get it in.
>Her puss* is simply amazing, on a whole other level. You would almost say it was prehensile, the way it rippled and gyrated.
>You tried putting a finger in her asshole as well.
>The pressure on your pinky doubled. At least. You were starting to worry that she was going to break it, so you pulled both out, choosing instead to lean forward and eat her out eat her out.
>Seems like that flipped her switch again instantly, and the juices resumed their insane flow.
Hmm, tastes like schnozzberries. Or maybe Turkish delight.
>You wonder for a moment if this isn't what was actually meant when they said the Minotaurs ATE ponies. You'd drink this any day.
>You put the thought out of your mind and moved one hand to Luna's aroused cl*t, and one to Celestia's.
>They start to squirm a bit as you pump Celestia harder, and faster. Deeper and deeper.
>You look down to see Celestia, teary eyed, looking up at you with an almost indescribable expression, somewhere between loss, pain, arousal, and ecstasy.
>You hold her gaze as you feel them both start to tremble, winking furiously until as your pressure builds
>Finally, you thrust one more time, hilting inside of her madly convulsing ass.
>You cum inside of her, with more force than you have ever cum before. You could get used to this.
>You sigh, and pull out, sitting down heavily in your chair.
"Alright, whorses. Get your asses off of that table. It's time to do some business."
>They slowly disentangle themselves and practically flop off of the table.
Funny.
>As they compose themselves you get up and start putting your clothes back on.
>Finally, they seat themselves as you straighten your tie.
"Well, now, it seems that you stupid f*cking whorses can barely get even one f*cking thing right. I can't believe that you failed 4 out of my five tests. You have to be the dumbest f*cking cumdumpsters I have ever come across. It is no wonder your country is in shambles."
>They are looking down, on the verge of tears. They gave up so much, suffered such humiliation, and for nothing?
"But."
>They look up.
"But, I must admit, I like you ponies. I find you interesting, and all told you are pretty good lays. I will pay for your magic to be returned, with a few conditions."
>They look at me expectantly, wisely not wanting to ruin it with their idiot words.
"First, I will be immune to all Equestrian laws."
"Second, you will pass a law that all subjects of Equestria are to obey any request I make, on penalty of imprisonment, and the enslavement of their person and/or families."
>They are agape with horror, but don't object.
"And third, you will both be my slaves, but I want one of you to be my personal attendant, while the other may do as they wish, save for when I require "relations", at which time you are to do ANYTHING I say. Understand that I am buying you magic, but I am NOT giving it to you. It is mine, and you will be allowed to use it when and how it suits me. I will arrange for a method to enforce the agreement if you should fail to obey me."
>You pick up your quarter and put it in your pocket, and walk toward the door.
"I will expect your answer within 24 hours. Feel free talk it out amongst yourselves. I will let you know that my species only lives to be at most 120 years, so factor that into your decision."
>You open the door, and about 15 guards tumble into the room from where they were eavesdropping.
>They scramble up and get out of your way.
>As you move out of sight, you stick your head back through the door
"And remember the horrors that the Minotaurs hold for your people. Surely one man can't be worse than all of them combined, right?"
>With that you make your exit. Gonna go find Cherry Pop and see if there's any ice cream in this god forsaken country for her.
