In fact, that’s another point I’d like to make out the walls in the castle are thin as hell. You just couldn’t live with the fact it was my special day and my accomplishment! No, you just had to wear a crown bigger than your own fucking head to just jack if off publically in a metaphorical sense of the saying. For fuck’s sake! That was overdoing it to the extreme. Like, seriously, we all know you’re royalty, but you just had to rub it in everyone’s face with that big ass crown at my princess coronation. Knocking out another factor that adds onto the reason I hate you, is that you’re pompous as fuck. What the fuck are you smoking? Because I feel like I’m going to need some after this. All you do is let six mares with no military training whatsoever save an entire country. You’re such a manipulative bitch!Ĭonsider this as a notion try getting off your fat-ass sometime and do something! When was the last time you actually did anything productive for society? I can answer that right now, in fact. Yet another lie about your supposed beauty you try to pass on to everyone else. You probably take your mane off each day and coat it in hairspray and weird ass magic. Ain’t no way in hell your mane can be that shiny and wavy and still be natural. In addition to that is the fact that you wear a wig. Ugliest alicorn around is the proper title you should hold instead of fucking royalty. Have you ever seen yourself walk with your ass flopping in the air like two saggy balloons? It’s disgusting as fuck! Yeah, we all know it, the guards can’t even accompany you behind without having to resist vomiting. Well guess what, you tyrantial whoremongering dictator! It ain’t gonna happen anymore! So go suck on that, you obviously have plenty of experience in it!!įirst, I would just like to say that, honey, even with immortality you’re an old hag bitch with a droopy plot. Usually I’ll be your loyal bitch that just kisses at your hooves all day like a good slut. No more holding back and bending over like a two-bit prostitute just to lap dance for your oh so mighty and high approval. Out comes everything I’ve ever wanted to say to your ugly as fuck face, but in the written form instead. You think you know so much, don’t you? Just because you’re a frickin’ immortal princess, with your fancy horn and wings well here’s news for you! Wings don’t make you fucking better than everyone else! Also, everyone knows you do horn enlargements, so don’t try to lie to everyone about that being your real size!
>but that all becomes irrelevant, she can't hold back for a second longer.Login Dear Princess Celestia: I Hate You by RainbowBobĬhapter 1: Chapter 1: You Win A Prize If You See The Secret Message >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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