>>319677>When you were done, you looked over at the mare again who looked at you with a mixture of disgusted and puzzlement from her cell.>”Is that... Really the reason for your banishment?”
she asks as she heightens one of her eyebrows. >You nod and smile in response. >”You tried to suck on my old mentor's...”
She spoke first in anger but than the cheeks of the little toughy horse flushed pink. ”...Mammaries?”>You do your best soyjack impression; You give her a wide-eyed stare, you pull your head forward, and your mouth opens up as to form the sound, 'Hha'.>She reacts like everyone reacts to soyboys; She pulls back and cringes.>Then she gets pissed and stomps on the floor. ”You can't just harass Princess Celestia like that. She is...” She stops herself.
>Suddenly, her eyes grow dark.
[color #F70]”Maybe she deserves it though...”
she begins but trails off as she seems to force back tears before they well up into her eyes. >She looks away. >You're about to ask her what's wrong when a more important thought takes priority. >You slap you knee.
”Ah! I should had, 'Princess Celestia is dumbfounded that somepony dared to utter, a desire for her udders,' in there somewhere. Oh, well.” >”Can you stop talking about my mentor's junk already?”
she yells at you. >You widen your eyes as if in realization and snap your fingers.
”Right, if you're the Princess' student, then she is probably on these guy's tail, trying to rescue you. We're saved!” >You fist pump the air. >She goes quiet and looks away in shame and sadness. >”No, Celetia won't come. She and I... We...”
she begins.>You wave your hand dismissively.
”Ha ha ha, I'm just kidding. I already know she kicked you out. It was all over the news. You're a exile like me now, right?” you say and with your palm up you point at her with your pointer finger.>She is mad.>She bites hold of the pillow on her bed and throw it between the bars of her cell.>It hits your cell's bars and then fall down on the floor. >”Arghh! You're annoying, stupid, and a pervert, Anonymous,”
she says. >You hold up a hand in the air and sends the mare a gentle smile.
”Please, call me Anon. And while I won't argue the former points, I wouldn't be here if those weren't true. I most disagree on the latter part of your assessment, madam.”>”What? That you're not a pervert? So it's normal to transform into a filly and molest mares?”>You shake you head.
”Tch tch tch. Short answer: Yes. Long answer: What you call perversion. I call a healthy sexual outlet. Ponies don't think it's normal because of social stigmatization but if every man had been honest with himself, all of them would have told you that their greatest desire in life is to transform into a filly and dink milk from mare udders. And that's a fact! So I ask you
, Sunset Shimmer, how can something that feels good, be bad?” As you speak, you make many gestures as if you're somesort of political leader. >Sunset just sits with a sceptical look on her face, throughout your speech. >As you finish, she just shakes her head but you see a small smile on her face: Score!>She lets out a sound that is something inbetween a sigh and a giggle.>”Okay, I'll buy your explanation,”
she says and uses her front hooves to make air qoutes when she says the word, 'buy'. ”But how do you explain peeing on your cell door everyday. Is it also healthy to pee inside your own home? Why can't you just use the toilet like I do, hmm?” >She flutters her eyeslashes at you with a how-are-you-gonna-talk-yourself-out-of-this-one face.
”Heh, very well. You have sharp mind, m'lady.” You pretend to tip a fedora in her direction and walk over to the cell door.
”You're right, if I was just letting loose emissions in my own home that would indeed be plain, perverted, as you say. However, this is all part of my master plan and... Oh, it seems ready.” >Sunset tilts her head at you. >”Ready? What's ready?”
”My plan.” You bend up the padlock of your cell door so Sunset can see. >Sunset gasps as she see that the iron holding the door close is now red-orange.>It kinda reminds her of an apple that's been eaten to the core and left an hour in the open both in shape and color. >”It... It has corroded.”
”Indeed. I think it's time you and I leave this cruise. Afterall, they have terrible room service.” >You pull you knee up to your stomach and them kick the door open.