Celestia gasps and moves your hand away quickly with a hoof. “I-I don’t know what kind of pony you think I am,” she said, her voice sad and not angry or even disappointed, “but that’s not alright.” She sits up in bed. “I-I think it’s best if you go.”
What on earth were you thinking!? Touching the Princess like that? Violating the sacred bonds of cuddle-buddy trust! For shame! It’s a miracle she’s letting you leave the castle alive, and a testament to her mercy!
You leave without saying another word.
Proceed to Chapter 16.