In the rundown side of a Baltimore suburb, brown and orange leaves littered the street or blew around on the cool fall air, Jack O’ lanterns lined the street besides the doors of people's homes, while kids ran and played around squealing with joy.

It was almost Halloween… and as we see everybody is excited - all, except for two individuals who are now facing each other, within a large room with a single bed.

Clamped against the walls, there stood shelves lined with books, one such book was a thick black paperback with a weird squid like creature with bat wings embossed in gold, a row below was a long line of short thin white paperback books arranged in volume order, filling up several rows, then there was a dog-eared paperback with a picture of a man with a square jaw, who was wearing a long black leather duster and black stetson. This picture showed him holding in his hand a hockey stick with strange orange glowing glyphs, while at the background there was a dark city in the midst of a storm.

In the available spaces between the edges of the shelves and the books, various statues of dragons of different kinds, anime character figurines and plastic ponies, all battled for space in the shelves.

On the next shelf over, was row after row of games… mainly for the Nintendo 3DS and Playstation 3.

Each shelf looked to be in slight disrepair, held together with duct tape and other temporary repair measures, while set between two of the shelves, was a newer looking desk - one that contained various stationary in cubby holes.

On this desk there were two photograph’s, on the frame were gold nameplates engraved with the names Theia and Hyperion, and off to the side was a desktop pc that was a gift from their extended family.

Both photos were with one person in each, both each holding a swaddled baby, one male with a little girl standing beside him, with the other photograph showing a woman holding a girl in a hospital ward.

The inhabitants of the room where in the midst of a conversation. One was a short, young man with short wild brown hair, blue eyes and a frown set on his face as he sat on his bed. Standing opposite him, stood a tall, blonde-haired girl, with magenta eyes and a sizable bust, her hair fair and straight, which cascaded down on the small of her back.

Both stood in contrast to their opposite.

“Jean, Please! This is my final day in high school, before I leave for college in Massachusetts!” The blonde girl begged his younger brother, Jean, as she kept something made of white cloth in between her hands.

“Diana, I know you are going to leave, so you won't have to live down tomorrow night, but I will still be stuck here!” Jean retorted letting out a disdainful snort as he stared at her with determination.

Pushing his bangs out of his face Jean sat on his bed - hands serving as support as they took the weight off his torso, placed on his knees as he stared down at his sister.

Frowning, Jean stared deadpan at his sister, who stood across from him with a begging look… several pieces of a disguise that were wrong to him on so many levels standing in between him and his sister.

Diana, on the other hand, was pointedly ignoring his glare, as she expertly pouted at her brother, while holding the ‘piece de resistance’ between her hands.

It was the last part of a costume for the festivities that she had picked for her brother.

Diana talked to Jean, as she gave her best effort to her candy-winning pout, “Don’t worry, Jean! This year’s Halloween is going to be awesome! But!”, she paused as she looked at her brother, who just looked at her with his right eyebrow risen at her, “I want us to do something different, different from all of the other Halloweens before this year’s… I want us to go as that awesome game characters!”, she exposited in excitement as she endured her brother’s stare, making little jumps more appropriate for a girl of ten years of age.

Moving on, and putting on her best ‘please, my lil’ bro’ face, she finished her exposition, “As for the something new, I’ll go as Pit, and you can go as Lady Palutena,” Her pout transformed into an excited grin as she explained her brilliant idea at her brother, “You already are cute, Jean! If you wear this disguise, you’ll look just like my younger sister instead!”

On the other hand, what Jean thought was this: ‘This is the worst idea on the planet.’

“Diana, what if the guys at school find out?” he asked her, trying to be the voice of reason… and trying to avoid being tagged at school as being someone who wanted to become a crossdresser.

“Jean, don’t you love your big sister anymore?” Diana asked with a quiver in her voice, hunching over and letting her shoulders droop… as if she was weary from carrying the weight of the world upon her shoulders.

Jean watched as tears gathered in her eyes… and his eyebrow twitched at the drama queen in front of him, as she sniffed once.

That’s a low blow Diana! he thought grumpily, before sighing and rubbing his forehead from the headache that he was getting from the guaranteed idea that something was going to go wrong epically with his big sister’s scheme. “Fine! Just—get out while I change,” he groused before he grabbed the Palutena costume, staff, mirror shield and the rest of the costume bling, laying all of it now on his bed… only to escort Diana out of his room, frown etched upon his face all the while.

“Yay!” Diana exclaimed in fan-girlish fashion right as the door closed behind her.

Inside the room, Jean groaned at her squeal of delight at getting away with her plan, before shaking his head disapprovingly both at his sister and her hare-schemed antics.

Locking the door with a soft ‘click’ from the button, Jean turned to meet his foe - the dreaded costume - leaning to rest against the door briefly.

Jean’s train of thought went to a halt as he stared at the last piece of the costume laying on the floor…

Sluggishly, he wondered, Panties? Really, Diana, really? You’re not going to let me keep what little dignity I have left? he then imagined how he’d look like with boxers and shook his head, Then again, I can’t really do that with this costume.

Jean, thinking that the faster he did this, the faster the sense of being ripped would go away, quickly stripped off all of his clothes and methodically started putting on the costume…

Being surprised by the soft feeling of the panties was not a thing he was expecting. At all. Wow, these are comfortable, are they cotton?

Next, he slipped on one thigh-high sock on his left leg. Now feeling the airy feeling around him, Jean walked over to the part of the outfit which the majority of the costume was focused around.

Looking at it, he noticed that it had a red trim and many swirling, curved patterns around the hem and over the bust of the dress, lifting up the underdress up by the bust. Lifting it and examining it methodically, Jean checked to see how it was supposed to be put on. Perhaps it goes over the head like a shirt? he questioned himself as he began to slide it on carefully and tentatively, noting that it was a little snug… but managed to get it on with a little bit of persuasion.

For the next part, he picked up the main dress by the gold chain - one that looked like a stylised gold sun - before he slipped his legs through the low back of the dress, lifting next the thick golden chain over his head and resting it on his neck like a collar.

Moving a bit with the weight on him, Jean grabbed with more decision this time the double belt, one which had many golden shapes hanging from it, with a medium sized red gem set flush into a broach that would hang from his left hip, and tightened the belt.

Almost finished with his ordeal, Jean started slipping on the golden armbands and gauntlets that accessorized the costume. The right arm band had a stylised wing flaring upward and away from it, while two more bangles were put on top off his right gauntlet.

Jean put on the choker on the chain hanging off his neck… and groaned as he tried moving around with all the bling on him.

What did they made this thing off, gold? How can anyone move under this weight!? Moving around will be difficult as it is, he complained to himself as he sat on his bed to slip on…

He couldn’t help but stare at the high heel-sandal hybrid abominations.

Of all things, sister… couldn’t you have at least used a smaller heel for my sake!?

Grumbling while putting on the high-heeled things, Jean tried to stand up - only to wobble a bit, as he was not used to high heels.

WIth some effort on his side to keep his balance, and trying to ignore the beginning of a high-heeled induced backache, Jean wobbled towards the final pieces of the main costume as he spotted them - the closest one being the green wig which was permanently styled in Palutena’s hair style.

“If Rarity saw this she would faint,” he said before laughing to himself once, taking the wig and putting it on.

Once he had managed to set it up properly, he realized that it was so long that it came down to his lower legs. “Okay, that's a tripping hazard if I have ever seen one,” he muttered, before reaching out - and wobbling a bit - before putting on the laurel crown with golden beads and a single red bead hanging on the center of it.

As he looked at himself, he noticed that the two things remaining were the large mirror shield that looked the same as the belt broach but on a larger scale, difference being it held a blue gem at its center, and a hanging leather strap with gold hoops on it.

Moving around with some effort, Jean put his left arm through the shield's main strap, tightening it with his free hand so that he would not have it dangling around.

Looking at his side, he picked up with his right hand Palutena's long blue staff, which had in its design a shining blue orb on top.

A moment passed before light gathered quickly over the staff’s orb, causing it to glow intensely white, filling the entire room with white light, consuming Jean’s vision…

… Only for everything to turn dark as he lost consciousness from the unknown power flowing through him.

Jean groaned as he woke up, feeling pins and needles all over his body… only to freeze, and ask himself, “Huh? That's not right. My voice sounds… girly? Why is my voice sounding like a smooth-talking girl!?”

Opening his eyes, he saw what appeared to be a forest floor, with a root serving him as pillow while unconscious. With a grunt, and feeling light-headed, Jean put his hand under himself and pushed himself up… and stared at how his fingers were now longer, far more slender than they ought to have been, while his nails were longer and uncut - unlike his style, which was to keep them short.

He started to hyperventilate as he unsteadily got up, and started to feel a new plethora of sensations alien to him, as his light-headedness increased.

“Why did I have trouble getting up? I remember moving, and it was easier than this!” he muttered with barely contained shock… only to feel an unfamiliar weight pulling down on his chest, making him strain his back to stay upright.

Jean bent over to keep his precarious balance, where he took a good look at himself… and immediately regretted it.

He quickly stood up straight, causing his new, generous breasts to jiggle. In panic, and fearing the worst, he shifted the side slit of the dress to investigate his crotch.

It's gone! I’ve lost my manhood!

As his panic heightened, the former male quickly shoved his new, delicate-looking hands down her panties, in search of the missing member… only to find it replaced with a female set of genitals.

The color drained from his face at the thought as he removed his hand, releasing the hem of the dress and straightened it out. No need to be untidy, even if I am freaking out right now! She planted her face into the palm of both hands, before realizing something terrifying…

This is not my normal way of thinking! What is wrong with me!?!

“Whoever did this will pay for this!” she exclaimed aloud… only to stop and become quiet, disbelief written all over her face.

Wait? No! It can’t be! I recognise my new voice, but that’s impossible!

“I need a mirror!” she exclaimed aloud - only for a glowing oval to appear in a burst of light in front of her, motivating Jean to think, I can use her powers too!?, before her eyes she took in what the mirror revealed who was looking at him back from the mirror…

There stood Palutena, looking at the reflection in shock. Bu-but!? How is this possible!? I am JePalutenaan, a female… wait what? I am JePalutenaan, and am a female! No! That isn’t right! What the hell is wrong here!?

Panting and breathing raggedly, she tried again, My name is Palutena, I am a goddess of light, crafting and wisdom, I protect humanity from its enemies.

“I am Palutena.” Palutena tried again, this time out loud introducing herself.

Palutena collapsed onto the ground landing roughly on her butt, her long emerald green hair caught in between her butt and the floor I can remember my name - it’s there in my mind somehow - but I can’t think or say it!

Wait! If I am here then where is Pitt, as Palutena thought that her pupils shrunk in fear, she had meant to say her sister’s name.

Palutena let out a frustrated scream, as panic started to settle in on the newly-made female, Palutena started speaking to herself… finishing with a clap of both palms on her cheeks, eyes looking wild for a moment. “Okay, calm down! Freaking out won't get you home, to skyworld and it certainly won’t help you find Pitt!” Palutena chided herself before she paused and went over what she had just said. Even my home is lost to me!? Palutena exclaimed internally as she began to shed tears of despair, grieving over her lost identity.

After she had finished sobbing, she started taking calming breaths and letting it out… repeating the motions until she had successfully calmed down. By instinct, she willed the mirror to cease its existence, and it obeyed, dispersing into motes of light.

“Okay. I should be okay as long as nothing else crazy happens,” she said and then sighed, inwardly knowing fully well that she had just invoked good ol’ Murphy to make her day… interesting, at the very least.

‘Okay, Palutena, think! If this insane living dream is anything to go by, I must assume that I somehow ended in her shoes, and thus have all of Palutena’s abilities and powers… this must also mean I have that compass of hers too.’

With this thought in her mind, she started playing with her desire.

‘Okay… if asking for a mirror resulted in me getting one, then I must focus… and here we go!’

Having thought of this, and inwardly groaning that she was a literal Deus Ex Machina, she started to focus, wishing to access the compass function on this new body of hers to find the closest settlement.

Closing her eyes, she started to calm her mind and spirit - which were in uproar at the madness presented before them - focusing on bringing her will to bear upon her vision… which began to manifest a translucent red arrow overlaid over her vision.

The arrow spun as if it was a compass, directing her to the south of her current position… and with that done, she steeled her will and started to walk towards the place that her compass was directing her to… still unaware that she had gotten used to the high-heeled sandals while walking on uneven ground.

As she moved quietly through the woods, her eyes darted to the sides, down to see the floor and up to see the branches and all that surrounded her - feeling an foreign and insatiable desire for knowledge overtaking her, slowing her walk as she briefly paused to examine everything in her path.

There she was, as a fae figure subtly shining against the dark background of the woods she was traversing - trudging through the root and tree filled forest, watching with great interest how these woods had both evergreens and deciduous trees in its makeup. Even things that she felt weren’t supposed to be in it were present, like vines, ferns and bushes dotting all over the forest, giving it a truly wild and dangerous look and feeling to it.

I hope this town, village, or whatever it is, is close, as high heels and forests don’t mix! Palutena grunted in frustration and exasperation as she nearly tripped on a root knot, realizing for the first time how her current choice of footwear wasn’t made for this kind of trip.

Palutena kept walking however, following the arrow even as she had to take more than one detour to advance, slowing her approach… only to notice at the end of her path a natural arch formed between some trees, letting light flood in while blocking her from seeing outside of the forest.

Once again, Palutena steeled her will, her face turning serious before walking out into the light…

Where once her sight cleared, she was greeted by a small village… and from her vantage point, she could see a few medieval cottages making up the village, and a mountain off in the distance showed a structure half completed on its side, with several figures flying like gnats over it.

I wish I could see what was happening over there. She thought wistfully before her vision was overtaken with a bird's eye view of the settlement on the mountain, making her exclaim out loud, “Shit! What the hell!?”

Calming down while her sight was literally elsewhere, Palutena started once again to play trial and error with her will… until she felt confident enough to guide the magical scrying vision all over the place according to her whims.

It looks oddly familiar, but I can’t place it. Palutena thought as she felt a nagging familiarity to the place.

It was at this point that she caught sight of some creatures she immediately recognized as ‘ponies’ trotting around the fledgling city.

Ponies? What the Hell is going on here!?

Her thoughts going haywire at the implications involved, her scrying went towards the stone edifice that was in progress of construction - only to find a pony that she recognised instantly.

Nope! Nope! Nope! This can’t be happening! There is no way this place exists or that this is happening!

What had clued her into her new location was when she spotted her royal Big McLarge-Hugeness herself, Princess Celestia signing a scroll of some kind by means of the scrying spell…

Well She was, that is until she quickly placed her quill in place - as if she had noticed something off - and started looking everywhere with a frantic pace, as if she had lost her cake.

Palutena watched her with curiosity… until Princess Celestia stopped her rummaging, and looked up towards her, glaring. At that instant, Palutena felt her scrying spell unmaking - forcing her to flinch as her vision returned to its place inside her head, with an added headache in the bargain.

I really hope she can’t track me. Palutena wished, hoping against hope as she traveled towards the neighboring village at a quick pace.

Celestia frowned, the powerful presence that was above her suddenly disappeared after she attempted to force feedback against the source. Suspicious, the alicorn charged her horn in an attempt to latch onto the fading signal… only for it to vanish, causing her to groan in frustration at the source twinkling out of the ethereal perception.

Celestia stopped casting her tracking spell, but the tracking spell she had employed gave her a good idea as to the area from where the intrusion had originated.

Ponyville. Celestia thought before snorting in both irritation and determination. Narrowing her eyes, steeling her mind and will to face an unknown, potentially powerful foe, Celestia ordered her guard to send a battalion to Ponyville.

A battalion she would personally spearhead to seek out the source of the espionage.

After her near miss with Celestia, Palutena continued to walk into Ponyville - unaware of what was coming - causing the foreign-shy ponies to hide in the refuge of their homes. Their skittishness caused her to groan, only to look at angry and fearful eyes peering out from within the houses.

Judging by the architecture, it was from an era after Discord’s stoning, “I wonder if I got here before Luna’s jealousy got the better of her?” Palutena muttered to herself.

Palutena was moving through what seemed to be the marketplace - if it weren’t left devoid of ponies - when she heard the sobbing of a little filly. Concerned, Palutena made her way towards the source of the sound, walking over to the child she saw that she was crying over a wheezing and haggard looking unicorn mare; her mane and tail scarlet red, her cutie mark was that of a scroll and books with a quill pen in an inkwell.

The foal beside her had a matching mane and tail, She must be a scholar of some sort and that filly must be her daughter. It looks like the ill mare had tried to escape me. Palutena thought frowning, I don’t want ponies to suffer because of me. Palutena empathised with the mare.

She made her way over to fallen mare and filly, the fillies’ ears perked twitching in Palutena’s direction and she turned to see what was approaching, in horror the filly tried to shield her mother, admirable, this filly is quite brave.

Palutena expression softened as she knelt down, and started speaking to the filly. “Don’t worry, little one… We wilt not hurt thee, or thy mother. We shalt help her.” Palutena explained to her, letting her kindness in her soft voice come through as she reached over… while more foreign memories assailed her mind while she casted a healing spell, Light spreading around the two ponies in a cylinder of light.

The previously ill mare suddenly sat up, gasping as her pupils shrunk. As one the mare and the filly turned to Palutena with wide eyed awe.

Palutena smiled warmly, “There We go. We hath healed thee up,” she remarked as she helped the mare onto her hooves.

“How canst I ever repay thee!?” the mare pleaded desperately grasping Palutena’s left hand with her hooves.

“There is one thing thou canst doth for Us.... Tell Us, what is thine name?” Palutena asked smirking at the mare’s shocked face.

“My name is Aura Burst!” Aura responded happily. Palutena’s warm smile returned.

“And who is this adorable little filly?” Palutena inquired further her eyes sweeping over the filly in question whom shied away behind her mother. Palutena tittered at the filly’s reaction, before Aura responded looking down at her, “Star Burst is her name. Might we get the name of my savior?”

Palutena once again smiled as she returned to her full height, “Mine name ‘tis Palutena, Goddess of light, wisdom and craftsmanship. Mayhaps there art more Ponies in need of healing or help?” Palutena asked, Aura, whom responded by rapidly nodding her head.

Aura Blast took hold of Palutena’s hand by biting delicately on her fingers, still too drained to focus on using her magic, leading her to a makeshift building - which was more like a tent than anything else - that had two red crosses backed by a white background,

Palutena grimaced when she went through the tent doors, ponies were laid side to side in single cots, groaning and writhing in pain. Missing limbs, broken wings or legs. Some were covered head to hoof in bandages. Tears fell down Palutena’s cheeks from the shock of the sight, before seeing a nurse coming over towards them.

“What art thou doing in here, this ‘tis not a place for strangers!” the nurse chided with a raspy and hissing voice, Palutena pressed a index finger over her lips quieting her.

“We must heal them,” Palutena said almost in a trance feeling an overwhelming urge to save those before her. Palutena went to the centre of the room.

The nurse hurried over to where Palutena had moved irate at having been hushed, “You canst doth that!” Palutena ignoring the nurse summoned her magic glowing white, pouring more of her magic into her task, a ring of light erupted from where Palutena stood washing over everypony present

“Hey!? What didst thou…” the nurse’s voice had stopped hissing and rasping as she spoke, holding a hoof to her throat in shock as the ponies in the cots laid blinking uncomprehendingly at restored limbs, or calling for the nurses to remove their bandages.

The nurse turned to Palutena, “Who art thou?”

Palutena smiled as she addressed the nurse, “We art the goddess, Palutena.”

“Is there any more wounded?” Palutena asked the nurse, which she nodded to, “good bring me before them.”

Hours passed as Palutena healed and dealt with some crafts ponies who asked for a boon to aid them. Soon the town was singing her praise, and had set up a festival in her name.

I am not sure I deserve this I'd just did what I had to. She groused internally.

Before the party got too rowdy she asked “what’s the nearest town from whence We art.”

“That wouldst be yon town of Manehatten, my Lady. Due north east on the coast. Or Cloudsdale currently above Canterlot, and to the far north is the Crystal Empire ruled by Princess Amore” a Pegasus responded with a smile.

Palutena nodded before walking away into another part of the party before mingling with the now friendly locals, walking a little distance just as Celestia arrived with her troops at hoof.

Celestia was dumbfounded, she had expected to see her subjects wailing and crying lamentations, what she had not expected was a festival of Celebration, where she spotted Palutena - the biped with a ridiculously long green mane was taller than herself at five foot nine inches

Celestia couldn’t help but worry for her subjects safety, as this ‘Palutena’ defined herself as a goddess, judging by her subjects’ celebration of her arrival.

“All bless Palutena, Goddess of light, wisdom and craftmanship! Bless the one who touched us with her benevolent light! Bless the one who healed our injured!” A fiery-maned pony exclaimed without concern for herself as she hollered, happiness etched in her face.

Assuming the worst, that this was in fact a monster pretending to be a being of light, she tracked and followed her, taking her troops with her as the crowd went quiet.

As Palutena moved, she started to realize that the previously festive ambience started to die… but, before Palutena realized what was happening, a gold encased hoof sent her flying - her cheek burning from the impact before immediately twisting in the air to right herself… while wings appeared on her back, spreading out instinctively to slow her fall.

Feeling that the ground was really close, she crouched down, her sandals digging furrows into the muddy road she was on. Once on the ground, she looked around to see what had hit her so hard…

Only to see Princess Celestia standing there with an still outstretched hoof, glaring at her.

Oh crap, she traced it!

Groaning, Palutena stood up, “What was that for!?” she demanded, pointing at Celestia who drew back in shock. It looked as though Palutena’s reaction was far different from what the Princess was expecting and was shocked as a result.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Palutena stood up while leaning on her staff to help her stay up. She spit out blood to the side as she felt her mouth heal. Meanwhile the music had stopped and ponies had ceased their celebration, and stared at their ruler with wide eyes… but this time they were not looking at her in wonder.

This time, Celestia realized as she turned a glance to the side, they were looking at her with genuine shock, as if they couldn’t believe what they had just seen her do in front of them.

“That wasn’t very harmonious of you, Celestia. Perhaps thine sister wouldst hath been more amenable for intercourse rather than sucker punching someone thou dost not even knoweth?” Palutena taunted the alicorn mare, causing her to flinch as if she was punched herself. Palutena raised an eyebrow questioningly at this, before making a casual comment on it, “Ah? We art too late it seems. Poor Lulu, ignored by her subjects, cast in her sister’s shadow and fell to jealousy. Which couldst hath been avoided, she is gone now, locked away for a thousand years just because her sister wouldn’t talketh to her.”

Celestia realized that this unknown deity had genuine sadness over Luna’s situation despite her barbed comment at her expense, as her heart genuinely ached, reminded of her foolishness and loss because of it.

“Watch thine tongue creature lest I cut it out!” threatened a unicorn stallion guard with armor differing from the rest, An officer, eh? Doesn’t look older than fifteen.

“When thee teareth out a man's tongue, thou art not proving him a liar, thou art only telling the world that thou fearest what he might sayeth. So, telleth me foal… dost thine ears contain fortitude enough to hear Honesty? Canst you adhere to the Elements of Harmony, even when thine own ruler canst not to the point of them abandoning her?” Palutena asked as a smirk graced her lips - making the green stallion shake with rage as his face turned purple from its original lime green, which in itself was a feat on its own.

Ignoring the fool, Palutena turned to Celestia, asking the royal, “and what doth thee sayeth. Celestia? Thou hath been most quiet,” the alicorn now sitting with her haunches on the ground, tears in her eyes as she kept glaring at Palutena.

“Who art thou and how dost thou know of us and the Elements?” Celestia demanded, trying to regain her composure.

Palutena thought for a moment before nodding to herself and gave a swift mocking bow, “Mine name? ‘tis Palutena, goddess of light, wisdom, and craftsmanship, Princess Celestia.”

“First thou doth insult her highness and now thou claimest her domain!?” The officer from before growled as he went to draw his sword. Celestia put her right leg in front of him, stopping the zealous foal from attacking.

“That is the first intelligent thing thou hast done so far, bravo.” Palutena taunted sarcastically clapping her hands. “And little foal, understand this, Celestia is only the goddess of the Sun and by extension the day.”

Palutena rose to her full height, wings extending - as if increasing her size - before she continued, light starting to emanate from within her, “We, on the other hand, art the goddess of all Light, the fundamental underlying force of the multiverse. Light from stars which includes the sun; light from torches; light from good deeds; light from love; light from compassion and kindness; and even the light from the Moon.” Palutena’s grin showed at this point, while Celestia looked at her questioningly from her declaration, while the officer next to her gritted his teeth in rage.

The Goddess of Light looked down upon them, as she said, “From a divine hierarchical standpoint, Celestia is subject to me, not the other way around.”

Palutena’s expression at this point changed from haughtiness to a more relaxed visage, only to look over at Celestia with genuine interest, this time with no malice in her voice, but with desire, “though We wouldn't mind her being below us in another sense, she is quite the handsome mare,” Palutena added with a lecherous grin on her face.

This admission caused Celestia to open her eyes wide as she blushed and looked away, flapping her wings awkwardly, while the aggressive officer seethed at her disrespect.

The other guards, though, were stupefied by her admission, looking dumbly at the lecherous admission, not really sure as to what to do as the crowd stared at the exchange too in awe.

Palutena sashayed toward Celestia, who was currently glaring at her - the expression marred by her blushing - before Palutena caressed her face, and then planting a kiss on her alabaster lips.

Celestia's coat on her face tickled Palutena's lips, while Palutena slipped her tongue through Celestia’s lips that she had opened due to her shock… Which Palutena used to her advantage, pressing her advance while she wrapped her arms around Celestia's neck, licking the Princesses tongue and all around her mouth, noting with an inner smirk at how Celestia’s wings were rigged and throbbing, displaying their full plumage…

Palutena then felt the weight of Celestia’s on her shoulders - where she had placed her forehooves to gain hold - while the princess was actively reciprocating her kiss, the alicorn’s own tongue forcing its way into Palutena’s mouth. A long time passed to the two kissers… until Palutena pulled back, her and Celestia keeping eye contact, all while Celestia made a good impression of a goldfish.

“Heresy!!! Kill the heretic who defiled our goddess!!!!” the officer from before screamed shrill in rage charging forward. The mood thoroughly broken, Palutena smirked and gave Celestia a peck on the left cheek before jumping back.

Waving goodbye, Palutena teleported as the officer’s blade passed through where she had been… while said officer roared to the heavens, having missed his target.

Celestia snorted, her face having a deadpanned expression at the foal as he kept imprecating at the new arrival.

Author's Notes:

Rewrote in the 3rd person