"Able slow down!" Celestia moaned, squirming like mad. "You're too rough!"

I let out a long groan as her flank pressed against my groin. "You like it rough, now get over it!" I snapped, trying to deal with her weight as she laid over my chest. "God damn...Sam is a pussy." I coughed, barely able to support Celestia's back.

Celestia continued to wiggle and coo as she spread out her wings and craned her head back. "Able...I did miss you."

I let out a soft squeak as her mane covered my face. "I don't know why...I've been kinda shitty to you...."

Celestia sat upright, sitting on my lap. "You were like a puppy, a lost puppy...your stories made me feel bad, and we actually talked a bit."

I flicked my wrist, "Eh...we're talking now. ...Little more than talking maybe."

Celestia bounced on my groin. "But I like cuddling.... I'm not just princess...I'm still a pony...ponies like cuddling.... Even thestrals like cuddling."

"Tooth cuddling." I mumbled, wrapping my arms around her and tilting her to the side. "...This is nice though.... I mean, I'm getting blue balled to hell and back...but this is nice. Calm and peacful." I groaned, spooning with Celestia on a small train room bed. "I should really apologize to your student."

"Twilight?" Celestia tried to look back, only making it part of the way before meeting my face with her cheek. "You did yell at her...and your apology before leaving was a little melodramatic."

I shrugged, starting to lose the feeling in my arm as she crushed my spooning arm beneath her withers and the bed. "Hindsight is twenty--twenty. Now...you're crushing my wank arm...."

Celestia looked back at me, an annoyed look on her face. "I wish you'd call it something normal...." She lifted her side and let me retract my arm, wrapping it around the back of her neck and down her sternum. "I know what, wank, means...and you said you'd work on your swearing."

I stared past Celestia, off into some unseen space. Sam eventually cut in.

Well...this isn't what I was expecting

I grumbled angrily. "You were expecting me to fuck her...." I groaned, quickly realizing it appeared I was talking to myself. "Uh...Sam is being a snarky shit."

Celestia sighed, "I figured...now really, can we talk?" She rolled onto her front and looked me over. "Able...we need to discuss...this." She waggled a hoof at me.

"...About you killing me, Sam, one of us."

Celestia nodded deeply. "...I have...a proposal, but I need to talk with Sam, not you."

I stared at her, watching her get a little flustered as I closed the gap between us. I slowly got face to face with her, awkwardly so. "...Celestia...."

She leaned her head back. "Able?"

"...Please don't secretly kill me." I mumbled, wrapping my arm around her head and pulling her into a soft kiss. She tried to pull her head away for a second before pushing back and pressing her soft lips against my own. It was a tender kiss, something I wouldn't have normally done, but one fitting my attempt to change.

I broke it off, leaving Celestia pouting softly. "Mmmm-- hmm? Oh...." She grew a bit red as she realized I had pushed off. "That was sudden...."

I stared ahead. "...God damn it...." I groaned, wiping off my mouth. "It's Sam by the way...."

Celestia wiped off her mouth. "Um.... Alright, so I have a proposal that might sort out our dilemma."

"About that. You were supposed to help me a while--"

"Mirror pool...." Celestia stated with a nod. "I'm not sure what would happen...but I think it would be best if we try."

I stared at her, bemused. "...You do realize just telling me, mirror pool, tells me absolutely nothing, right?"

Celestia cocked her head. "I- did I not tell Able about it? I could have sworn we talked about it. Huh, I- did I really not--"

"No, you didn't!" I snapped, rolling off the bed and looking around. "...Where am I anyways?" I looked around the rather small bedroom, spotting a small desk built into the wall. "...What is this?"

Celestia bounced herself on the large bed that sat in the corner of the room. "Can't you see what Able sees? How do you not know where we are?"

"I don't pay attention when he hugs you! That's his business, and when he's doing that I'm looking through his memories. It's like PTSD the musical in his head, mixed with a little horses sex to spice things up."

Hey fuck you man!

"No, fuck you wasteoid!" I screamed, grabbing my head. "And stop making me look crazy!"

Bitch I'm gonna rip our pants off and run through Ponyville singing!

Celestia cocked her head as I started growling like an animal. "Is he--"

"He's being a dick!" I snapped, grabbing my hair. "Seriously, I need you to fix this, now!"

Celestia laid her head down on the bed, "Sam, I'm working on it. As I said...the mirror pool might be our best bet to get you both out alive--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, both!?" I walked up to her, "You're supposed to help me!"

Celestia pursed her lips. "I can help you both...probably...."

"Probably!?" I snapped, "So you're not sure!"

Celestia looked off to the side. "The mirror pool creates clones of whoever wishes it, in theory this should work!"

I glared at her. "...In theory a lot of stupid shit works! If you kill me I swear to god I will haunt your glowing white ass!"

Hmm...she does have a nice ass.... I swear, she would look great in orange.

I lost all force, Able's perverted thoughts causing me to get a bit of an excited stump. "...God...fucking...damn...." I muttered, now envisioning Celestia in stripper heels. "You know...at some point it's going to be easier to just blow my brains out...."

Celestia cocked her head. "Sam...I promise you this will, probably, work. Ninety-eight percent guarantee."

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