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“By Faust, my brother is going to freak when he hears you’re real. He’s always been kind of a nut about his stories.”“Oh, so I’m your friend’s OC? If I’d met my friend’s OC, I’m not sure if I’d be screwed or the luckiest man in the multiverse.” She chuckled. Chitsuki, the Blood Moon.” She answered with a slight shiver.
“Because said OC is the freaking Alicorn of Darkness. My friend never wrote anything about crossing the dimensional barrier.” I asked.“Discord.” She answered. “Wish I could have been there for Moony’s return, though. Some love tastes sweet, others salty, and even a few varieties taste a bit like… I heard a muffled laugh, and looked up to see James covering her mouth with both hooves in a poor attempt to hide her blush and laughter. With realization at her comment, I glared at her.“Oh, real mature, Celly.
I turned to glare at the door I’d entered from to find a smug pony waving and smiling at me like a troll before walking away. I didn’t ask you.” I replied before they left range. I can think of a way to fix that wing problem…” She whispered very seductively.“Wait, are you suggesting what I-”“A cold shower.” She suddenly cut me off. He was impersonating this one vampony, Alucard, I think his name is.
“It seems someone is certainly happy to be loved.”“Whyyy brain. ” I cried in outrage of my rebellious, and for some reason horny mind.“Because reasons” I heard a voice answer me in the back of my head. It was one of the random things Discord said while he was out.
I tasted that special addictive love again and grinned as I consumed it. There was a lot of mirth in that massive-flanked pony.“Nah, I think I’d prefer the other way.” I counter trolled. I feigned a hurt look.“I might be a changeling, but that doesn’t mean I’m evil, you racist pony.” I countered jokingly.
She suddenly grinned, and leaned over the table for a thankfully non-crushing hug.“Get over here, ya goofy little bugger.” She said jovially. I turned back to Celly and found her looking at me oddly. I realized I forgot to check her emotions to confirm my suspicions. A really popular character among ponies.“And by that am I supposed to assume you mean you don’t hate anyone?
” She took her turn.“My given name is Switchlock, but I’ve been using Mirror Hold for the past year.” I answered.
“It’s a data storage device, loaded up with multiple different programs. I can’t believe I haven’t asked by now, but what’s your name?
Blade, I think his name was, poked his head in.“Hey, Celly. I can smell it’s getting a bit steamy in here.” He remarked. I don’t think that’ll be necessary, James.” I said as I watched her get up and head into the kitchen. wet hoof.“Jeeze, what have you been doing in there? She flicked a few droplets of water at me in response. I totally thought it was something else.” Just as she was getting her wings under control, too.“Sh-shut up! ” I asked, having not caught on to that particular fact. ” Celly asked in a deadpan voice, pointing to her dress and the table. Now that I tasted it again, I could tell why it tasted so good. Not my disguise, not somepony I was pretending to be, it was truly mine. There was another soft as her wings shot up, and she stopped laughing.“Okay, I'll get the ice cubes.” And suddenly my wings were back under my control.“Um… I grinned and rolled my eyes in an over exaggerated way.“Oh, that’s what it was. “Wooow, at least wait until the second date.” I chided. I know she’s not a real princess, but she seems to have a guard, so might as well be calling her one. She blinked in response, then narrowed her eyes at me. Before I could answer an affirmative, she continued. You were a character I made to roleplay with.” She answered.
I’m thinking it’s a bit addictive too, because now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t stop my mind from going back to the memory. I can just sense her in there, emotions loaded with joy, mischief, and the curiosity of youth. I realized I haven’t exactly been asking the good questions about you guys anytime I could.” She greeted me.