Everypony with a lick of sense knows that they just are too scared to call me out on it. Look, I know I keep up this air of inpenetrable tranquility ninety percent of time. I was an idiot for trusting that monster, and now we all are paying the price. She let the tears flow out, utterly alone and scared. Celestia experienced the unusual sensation of crying underwater. A shape-shifting monster that made Chrysalis look like a chew toy was running amok above, and she was trapped at the bottom of a herself-forsaken pit. Right now, she was not keeping her little ponies safe. Not because she was bossy, but because she wanted to keep her little ponies safe. More worrying than the physical discomfort, was the feeling inside her, one she hadn't felt for several decades: fear. The pressure was nearly overwhelming, and the rapidly forming migraine did not make matters any better. She tried to scream, but the muzzle on her snout, the gag in her mouth, and the water in her lungs had other plans. She tried to summon her magic, but the supressor ring at the base of her alicorn sent it ricocheting back into her skull. She tried to move, but winced as a wave of pain played through her fettered limbs. Good thing she didn't need to breath, because that wasn't happening anytime soon. This had NOT been a pleasant week.īuried under fifty feet of water and rubble, Celestia was blinded, incapacitated, and in a world of pain. After a good fifteen seconds, the reverberations died out, and the clip clop of something evil could be heard trotting away, their source satisfied at a burial well done.Īt the bottom of this mess, Twilight Sparkle groaned, smarting with a hundred fresh bruises. Loud plunking noises could be heard, and soon the pit was a cocktail of one part rock, one part water, shaken, not stirred. The chamber echoed with destruction, and twenty tons of boulders and debris fell into the hole with furious velocity. There was the sound of deep, malicious laughing, and an abomination standing at the pit's cusp fired a beam of energy at the vaulted ceiling above. Several bounces and two hundred feet later, a loud splash was heard, and she sank like a stone in the twenty feet of muddy, inky black water at the bottom. She tumbled down the rough, nearly vertical rock walls, a new gash opening each time she made contact. "MMMMPHH! MM MHM MMH MPHHPH!" And with that, a bound, gagged, and blindfolded Celestia was casually thrown into the large pit, half a mile inside Canterlot mountain. >but that all becomes irrelevant, she can't hold back for a second longer.Login A Short Scene, in Which Princess Celestia is VERY Pissed Off, and Prepares to Kick Major Ass, with Twilight Sparkle Along for the Ride by Super Trampoline >and you know for a fact that her royal poise and pride would have demanded that she die of shame, right on the spot, rather than do what you're trying to get her to do >it doesn't take her long before she realizes what you intend to do >it's heavy, heady, almost floral.and wonderfully intoxicating >slipping your tongue past her engorged lips, you gently begin to prod and tease her pulsing urethra, eliciting a weak, continuous dribble into your mouth >you don't waste any time when you're sure the crowd hasn't spotted you, you press your lips to her now pee dampened sex >a heavy squirt hisses from between her hind legs, streaking them further with her fragrant urine and leaving telltale droplets on the wooden floor of the stage before she manages to cut off the flow >as you get closer, you see the poor mare is absolutely trembling with desperation >formulating an idea, you sneak up behind her from behind the back curtains >regardless, you'd spill blood before seeing your princess embarrass herself in front of all her subjects >maybe she had too much cider before the speech, maybe the speech came up on her too quickly to allow for a trip to the little mare's room. >Princess Celestia, the object of your adoration, is in dire need to pee and about to have an accident >suddenly, she fumbles with her words, and a light yellow leak dribbles down the inside of one of her legs >as she is giving her speech from the podium, you notice she looks very uncomfortable and strained, and is shifting from hoof to hoof >you are her personal assistant and notetaker >Celestia is making a public speech in the royal palace
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