Journal of David Marshall
Sunday, Day One in Equestria, Afternoon
Current mood: Angry, self-loathing
Well, shit. After the initial shock had worn off, I realized how screwed I felt. I’m not sure what went wrong—just everything. Sure, the princesses seemed to be understanding, but I can’t help but remember how Princess Celestia looked at me like I was a threat. Princess Luna too, couldn’t help but have hurt show through her tender blue eyes; now unsure about the thing she protected so vehemently against her sister’s unfounded suspicions. And who could blame her? Not me, no. I’m not exactly sure what’s going on or even if I’m at fault. I mean, I know I didn’t actively do anything, but that doesn’t mean that it didn’t come from me. I’m the alien here—the unknown. Maybe I should just concentrate on what I know.
***
Last night, my first night in Equestria, was odd.
Just after I had finished writing my first journal entry, Princess Luna came to visit, sensing I was awake. I appreciated it, as after the shock of waking in the castle had worn off, I didn’t want to be alone.
We ended up sharing quite a bit of time talking together, and I was surprised at how natural it felt. Princess Luna is extremely witty and funny at times, knowing just when to take a jab or tell a joke to make me smile. I told her a bit about my life and what it was like back home, and she opened up to me about her own experiences. After we had reached a certain point and she was more comfortable, even her diction changed and became more relaxed and less formal.
Soon, we had talked for forever, and it really seemed that we were starting to become real friends. I know that doesn’t make sense, but she really opened up to me, and I didn’t hold back either.
However, the visit didn’t end there—though if it did, I probably wouldn’t feel as uneasy as I do now.
In that new relaxed state, both of us took steps past proper etiquette and ventured into waters just a bit more risque than I would’ve imagined, especially concerning I was with a princess.
It all started innocently enough. You see… she said she was ‘curious.’ That one word should have put me more on guard than it did, but instead, it flew by my defenses with only a cursory glance. That was my first mistake.
Her curiosity turned out to be a fascination with my body. To her, I was an enigma, and she was going to learn what she could. She asked to see my hands again. No problem there, right? I reached out towards her to let her look. I remember that when I offered up my hand, she pulled back a bit. I thought then that it was a bit cute when she reacted in such a way; as if it showed a hidden vulnerable side her.
Anyway, that was just the beginning.
She examined my hand closely, really closely, but that apparently wasn’t all she wanted. Just as I was getting tired of holding my arm up, she pushed forward and rested her forehead against my palm… That was unexpected. She was warm, soft, and I could feel her brows furrow as she pressed into the palm of my hand. It was strange, like being wrapped in a hug even though we only had one point of contact. I don’t know how to describe it. It was… good.
When she finally pulled away, I made another mistake. Really, it could have happened to anyone. If you feel something you like, when it goes away, you want it back, right? Well, just as she parted, I reached up and touched her mane. It was amazing. Inside that billowing cloud of stars is the softest, flossy hair I have ever felt. It gave way at the slightest touch and just enveloped my hand until I bottomed out and found her neck. She froze at my invasion, but quickly forgave me.
She then straightened up and laid her soul bare to me. Surely, I wasn’t worthy of such private thoughts, but I’m a practiced listener, so that’s what I did.
She basically said that when she touched me, the feeling was ‘more enjoyable’ than almost all of her previous experiences, and she wanted to investigate why. That meant experimentation, however.
Ready for mistake number three?
I let her get close, way too close. She told me to touch her, and when I didn't obey her command, she made contact all by herself. She snuggled up to me in a way I had never imagined before and pressed her body against mine.
After the initial shock of her advance, I relaxed and offered the touch she had requested. I stroked her head, mane, and neck. She practically melted under my touch and it reminded me of times long past at home: comforting friends, or even holding lovers.
I can’t lie, it was pretty great, but she decided to take it a few steps further…
First, she took off her royal trappings. After disrobing, she snuggled back into my embrace, but it apparently wasn’t what she was looking for.
In the boldest and most outrageous event in the night, she said my clothes were in the way and asked me to take them off. She quickly amended her request, letting me retain my boxers and offering a clarification that this was 'not a proposition.' That may have helped preserve a shred of dignity and morality for the situation, but it all still left me reeling. That aside, I’m sorry to say that I complied with her unreasonable request.
Then we met again, this time with flesh to fur and nothing in between. It was an experience I will never forget or be able to properly describe with words…
Soothing comfort, spreading pleasure, all-encompassing warmth. These are a few words that come to mind, and that is just my side of the equation.
As she lay next to me, she seemed quite comfortable and snuggled up to meet me at every spot we touched. I resumed stroking her and soon she stilled all movement.
As for myself, I was lost in my own thoughts as to how my life had turned out this way and then committed the most damning mistake of all… I slept.
***
This morning provided a rude awakening, courtesy of a quite upset Princess Celestia.
Luckily when she stormed in, I was not found embracing her younger sister, as Princess Luna was standing alongside her, but that was apparently the least of my worries.
First, she questioned if I had placed a spell on Princess Luna, something about mind control.
That got me confused.
Princess Celestia then made it obvious that my time with Princess Luna had been exposed, and she was not pleased. Her questions eventually backed me into a corner, and I was trapped between lying outright to protect Princess Luna or breaking my promise to not to tell her sister.
It didn’t come to that. Princess Luna took control at that point. She crawled up on my bed and made a protective barrier between her sister and me. She did her best to explain, professing that she was not being controlled, that instead, we had formed a ‘bond.’ However, her reasoning was not good enough to convince the elder monarch, and Princess Celestia suggested keeping us separated.
Princess Luna didn’t take that well at all. She turned from her sister, then darted towards me, leaving us nose-to-nose. Within her gaze, I first saw a fire in her eyes, then a wistful longing. A moment later brought something I never would’ve expected. She kissed me.
I was surprised, sure, but I also kissed her back.
Now, I won’t go and say that’s a mistake. When a beautiful…anyone…comes up and kisses you, the most you can commit there is a sin, but there was no mistake.
Anyway, it wasn’t perfect; it was awkward and uncoordinated, but it also felt good. It’s also left me with more questions than I can get answers for.
That kiss, however, also brought about a catastrophe.
While still lip-locked, Princess Celestia released an agonizing cry and pulled Princess Luna away from me with her magic.
That caught both of our attention. Apparently, when we kissed, Princess Celestia felt her sister’s magic being pulled through her protective barrier and into me!
I had no idea what was going on but reported honestly that I didn’t do anything intentionally.
That seemed to relax Princess Luna, but she was quick to follow it up with fact. She used her magic to examine me but didn’t like the results. She found that there was a connection between us, much more than a friendly bond, but now one that was pulling her magic out and giving it to me. Her saying, ‘It may be a small amount,’ hardly made me feel better. I felt terrible.
My remorseful state coupled with Princess Luna’s and my agreement to follow Princess Celestia’s orders somehow turned things around. The final verdict was that we were to be separated and that I would be held under house arrest until it could be proven that I was not a danger to anyone else.
I guess it could’ve been worse.
Princess Celestia then put on a direct, yet comforting tone and spelled out the terms of my confinement and asked Princess Luna if she would agree, which she did. Having wrapped up the situation, she asked if I required any accommodations to make me comfortable, then they both left.
I mulled around a bit, honestly a bit numb to it all. I was totally on autopilot. After a delivery of some basic goods, I cleaned up, made my bed, and then eventually went back to sleep. I didn’t want to think or be awake, just sleep. So I did.
That’s all I know, and how I arrived at this moment.