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// 10. Slavery by Davesknd 
// Story: The Sun and the Stars: A Twilestia Prompt Collab 
// by Fuzzyfurvert 
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by Davesknd


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Dear Princess Celestia

Belov

Dear Mom!

While I am more than happy that you and Twilight have finally ended your beating around the bush and confessed your love to one another (thank you for paying the therapist, by the way. Dr. Alt is very nice and helps me a great deal coping with the fact that my foster mother and my foster sister are dating), I do have one big complaint.

It is not the fact that Twilight suddenly has four times the royal duties (you feeling lonely) and suddenly leaves for Canterlot.
It is not the fact that you visit Ponyville almost every month on “royal visitation” (you two snuggling and doing… other things for a whole weekend). So much in fact, that even Mayor Mare gets tired of you (you don’t know that from me!).
It is not even the fact that I had to move my basket into the basement on several occasions when you teleported in over night (By the way: I made friends with a huge spider named Marf).

It is the fact that I have to CLEAN UP EVERYTHING AFTERWARDS!

While my beloved job as Twilight’s personal assistant does include taking care of the library, I don’t think that it includes washing bed sheets that smell like a vanilla-lavender potpourri in a stable full of mares in heat!

This can’t be good for my emotional growth!

So unless you want to pay Dr. Alt for the rest of either mine or your lifespan, tell Twilight to wash her own laundry!
I did not free the Crystal Empire’s citizen from Sombra’s slavery, just so I can be the slave instead!

Your loving and mentally scarred foster son

Spike
Dragon

Celestia moved the letter away, her cheeks crimson with embarrassment. Well… and a hint arousal, since her beloved Twilight was sprawled on her back and reading the letter by pressing her cheek against her neck. And nibbling her wing from time to time.

“He does have a point…” said the monarch sheepishly.

“So… what should we do?” the unicorn asked, her cheeks burning as well.

“Very simple, Twilight!” answered Celestia “Whenever you have dirty laundry, you bring them to the royal washrooms to be cleaned.” A dirty smile crept onto her features “And then you pay me a visit in my room…”

And everybody was happy!