Touch the Sun

“I knew it!”

“Jon, please, I don’t—”

Jonathan, his eyes blazing, turned toward Celestia. The princess was staring at Twilight with a raised eyebrow and pink cheeks, somehow managing to look both amused and concerned. “What did I tell you a couple days ago? What was the exact thing that I said?”

“All I’m doing is recording data!” Twilight insisted, clutching her notepad close to her chest. “That’s it! I’m not doing whatever it is you think I’m doing!”

“Why the hell do you think I’d want something like that recorded?!” he demanded, looming over the purple princess, his hands on his hips.

Twilight’s eyes darted around the room. She looked over at Celestia, hoping for support, but she received none. “The data that I could gather here could revolutionize the scientific community,” she argued.

“Revolutionize the scientific community?” Jon growled, eyes narrowing. “That’s the biggest load of bullshit that I’ve ever heard in my life!”

“You didn’t say anything when I recorded the two of you kissing!”

“First off, we didn’t know you were watching us until after the fact, so we couldn’t say anything even if we wanted to. And second, that’s completely different from what you’re asking now!”

“What about when the two of you sleep together? That’s fundamentally the same thing!”

“It’s not and you know it!”

“You won’t even know that I’m there. I’ll use a spell and—”

Jon looked back over at Celestia exasperatingly. “You thought that I was kidding?” he proclaimed, throwing his hands into the air. “But see? What did I tell you? She’s getting off to this.”

“I am not!” Twilight insisted. “This is for scientific purposes only.”

“There’s nothing scientific about you wanting to watch me touch your old teacher’s butt, you purple pervert!”

Celestia gave her wings a nervous—and slightly embarrassed—flap.

Twilight stiffened, her face reddening. “T-The third step of the pyramid of affection is the exploration of one another’s bodies and coupling,” she said, not quite able to look him in the eye. “Even though t-the two of you have been doing great so far, the early parts of this stage can make or break your relationship. That’s why you n-need somepony here to—”

“What we need is to be left alone,” Jon interrupted.

“B-But I can help!” Twilight protested with a stomp of her hoof.

Without warning, Jon took a step toward his purple friend. He brought both of his hands up with great force, slapping both of her cheeks. Before she could so much as gasp, he forced her to look up at his deadpanned face.

“Twilight. You’re the mare that thought stallions had cooties until you were fifteen. You’re not helping anyone with anything,” he said, deadly calm.

Twilight’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. “W-What?! I did not!” she shouted.

“Don’t you lie to me, you little bookworm,” the human growled, smooshing her cheeks together. “Your brother told me all about it last time he and his wife were in town.”

“H-He was lying!”

“He said that you tried to take samples of his fur a couple of times while he was sleeping to check for them. He said that you had two hundred pages worth of notes.”

“T-That’s not true!”

Jon’s eyes hardened, though it looked like he was trying very hard not to smile. “He also told me that one time you climbed into a tree to get away from a stallion that was trying to kiss you. Your mom had to promise you that you weren’t going to get cootieitis from him before you came back down.”

Not able to help herself, Celestia quietly “aww” ‘d.

Twilight, now thoroughly embarrassed and more red than purple at this point, yanked her head out of the human’s grasp. “I-I was young back then. I was young a-and didn’t know any better!” she said. “I k-know cooties doesn’t exist now! I did an in-depth investigation on it and everything! I even had my findings published in ‘N.E.R.D.S Monthly’!”

Jon stopped his verbal rampage to just stare at her. “Really? You had it published?” he asked, a smile coming to his face as he shook his head. “Sweet Christ almighty are you the biggest dork in the world…”

Impossibly, she blushed even harder. “S-Shut up! I don’t even see what that has to do with anything anyway!”

“Which is why I don’t want you in here.”

“I just want to record some data!”

“You’re not recording anything.”

“You’re the worst!”

“And you’re a cootie specialist.”

Sensing that the three of them would be here all day if she didn’t interfere, Celestia decided to finally speak up. “I think what Jon means to say is that you’re right, Twilight. This is a very important step that he and I need to take. A very intimate, personal step.” The bed creaked as she rose from the bed and stood up. “And, while I can understand your… curiosity, it might do more harm than good if you were here watching our every movement.”

“Yeah, what she said,” Jon agreed with a nod of the head. “This is a private thing. There needs to be an ambiance. The two of us need to be in a certain mood.” His eyes narrowed down to slits. “We need to be able to do this without anyone sitting behind us breathing down our necks.”

Twilight gasped. “But, but, but! I need to be here. I need to record data, collect samples; I need to make sure that everything goes—”

“You are not fucking collecting any samples, missy,” Jon barked, causing her to jump.

“Twilight, please,” Celestia said in her calmest and most gentle voice, taking a step forward and wrapping a wing around her wither. “Jon and I are big ponies. We can see this through without your help.” Her horn glowed, and with a spell she grabbed Twilight’s notepad and placed it on the nightstand across the room. “If you need your data so desperately, I’m sure that Jonathan and I would be more than happy to tell you what happened after the fact.”

Twilight opened her mouth to protest. Why would she want secondhand data when she could just sit there and witness everything happening herself?

She could record at every angle imaginable, pick up even the most insignificant of sounds. Her magic could record the temperature in the room, the level of oxygen, everything and anything that needed to be recorded. And this wasn’t just for her; this was for ponies everywhere.

Her findings could change the world. They could change ponykind’s perception of the very universe itself. A thousand years from now, teachers might be teaching their students about everything that she had found. She would not only be the Princess of Friendship, but the Princess of Scientific Pioneering, or even the Princess of Science itself! All she needed to do was just sit in this room and watch the two kiss and touch each other. It was as easy as that.

Her mind raced as she looked at both her old teacher and her friend, trying to think of a way to convince them to let her stay. But, alas, while few could compare to Twilight when it came to intelligence, her powers of persuasion left much to be desired.

Sighing, she looked away from the two. “Fine, fine. If you two don’t want me here then I’ll leave the room,” she said, defeated and forlorn. “I personally don’t see what the big deal is, but I’ll go.”

Celestia smiled, looking very much relieved. “Thank you very much, Twilight,” she said gratefully, pulling her wing from her wither.

Twilight, ears pinned against the sides of her head, looked up at Jon. “Could I at least put up a recording orb in the corner of the room?” she asked hopefully. “I wouldn’t be in the room and—”

“No.”

“But—”

“No.”

“Maybe I could—”

“Get. Your. Purple. Fanny. Out. Of. This. Room. Now.”

Twilight opened her mouth, closed it, and sighed. “Alright, I’ll go,” she said sadly, turning around and making her way to the door, her head down and her tail tucked between her legs.

Both Jon and Celestia watched as the bookworm dragged her hooves across the carpet with each step, the picture of disappointment and sadness. After about five minutes of this slow, pathetic walking, she found herself facing the door. Sighing again— a little too dramatically in Jon’s opinion—the tip of her horn glowed. There was a click and, without ceremony, the room swung open.

Picking her head up, she looked over at the two. “Are you sure you don’t want me in here?” she asked.

“We’re sure,” both of them automatically answered.

Wincing, Twilight looked out into the hallway. “Okay. I’ll be in the library reading then,” she told the two of them.

“Twilight, if you could have a servant come to this room I’d deeply appreciate it,” Celestia asked. “I believe that Jon and I would like a glass of wine.”

“I’ll go and find somepony and tell them to come,” Twilight promised, slowly making her way out into the hall. “I’ll see you two later. Have fun.”

Celestia gave her old student a kind wave as Jon just stood there, staring at her with a small frown. She waved at the two of them before closing the door with a click.

With Twilight gone, Celestia relaxed, looking over at Jon with a smile. “There, now we just need to wait for the—”

The human perked up. “Shush!” he hissed, raising a hand to silence her.

He tiptoed to the door, his frown deepening with each step. When he was close enough, he placed his ear against it. He then closed his eyes and took one long, deep breath. Seconds passed as Celestia, her ears perked up, quietly watched him in confusion. Then, all of the sudden, Jon’s eyes snapped open.

Cocking back a fist, he slammed it against the wooden door. “TWILIGHT!” he roared, making the Princess of the Sun jump in surprise. “I CAN HEAR YOU! GET YOUR FURRY LITTLE BUTT OUT OF HERE!”

A very audible “eep!” could be heard from the other side of the door, which was followed by the hurried clip-clop of hooves against stone.

“GO ON, GET! AND MAKE SURE YOU GET A SERVANT, YOU LITTLE PEEPING TOM!” Jon called after her, before pressing his head against the door with a groan. “Jesus Christ… What the hell is wrong with that mare?”

Celestia couldn’t help herself. She began to laugh. “I didn’t think that she would be so determined to watch us,” she mused.

Sighing, Jon pushed himself away from the door. “This is what happens when you spend your whole childhood doing nothing but reading books. You get all funny in the head and you start getting turned on by weird shit,” he grumbled, turning around and making his way toward the bed.

“Joking aside, I doubt that my old student would actually receive any sexual gratification from watching us,” the princess remarked as he sat down. “You lived with her once upon a time. I’m sure that you know how she gets when experimenting or when she wants to learn something new.”

The human grimaced. “You know when that servant comes around she’s going to have her ear against the door again, right?”

“I’ll be sure to place a few spells on the door and walls,” Celestia promised, walking over and hopping into the bed next to him. “That way we’ll have our privacy.”

Wrapping a wing around him, she leaned over and nuzzled the side of his face. Jon returned the affection without hesitation, though he continued to stare at the door from the corner of his eye.

“So we’re gonna start the third part of this seduction thing tonight, huh?” he asked quietly.

“It appears that way,” the princess said, placing her head on his shoulder. “I’ve seduced you to my bed, I’ve stolen as many kisses as I can, and you were even thoughtful enough to tell me everything about yourself.” She nodded, closing her eyes. “A few more steps and my conquest will be complete.”

“Conquest?” Jon questioned, a smile worming its way onto his face

“It was a series of long, difficult battles, but I fear that I have you on your last leg, my little human.” She rubbed her cheek against his neck as he booped her. “It’s only a matter of time before I am able to enjoy the spoils of war.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Jon commented as one of his hands reached up and began to lazily stroke her neck. “My last stronghold might be a doozy.”

A throaty hum escaped Celestia’s lips as she pressed more of herself against him. “Oh, I don’t doubt that,” she chirped. “There’s sure to be fighting in every street, every building, and I’m positive that you might have more than a few nasty things waiting for me.”

“You better believe it sister.”

“But I have one advantage that I intend to use shamelessly, my dear.”

Jon raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what might that be?”

Celestia’s smile widened. “Patience. All I have to do is wait and you’ll open the gates for me by your own free will.”

“Oh?”

Picking her head up, Celestia leaned over and planted a kiss—short but sweet—on his lips before pulling away. “Not the most glorious way to end this great war, I know,” she admitted, “but the strategy hasn’t failed me yet.”

Jon was silent for a moment. “I guess so,” he agreed with a nod.

In no time at all, the servant came in, interrupting their cuddling session. Eager to begin the night, the princess ordered a few bottles of chilled wine. Candles were once again lit, and the lights were dimmed.

Celestia was also true to her word after the servant had returned with their drinks. She cast all manner of spells on the door and walls, so that they had a plastic look about them. With that done, she proceeded to make her way back toward the bed so that she could pour the two of them some wine.

With the clinking of glasses and the closing and immediate locking of the door, they were alone. Alone to do whatever they wished. Alone to talk, touch, and explore.

They talked and joked as they drank, sitting on the bed as they had done a dozen times before. This time, however, it was different. No matter how many glasses that they drank, the two could feel something in the air. It hung over their heads, made their hearts race, left them squirming in their seats.

Whenever one of them would turn away the other would sneak a glance. With each glass of wine, their eyes began wandering to less appropriate places. The ogling also began to become less and less tactful. Each time they touched or kissed there was a pause before they pulled away from each other. Their jokes became cruder, their stories of an increasingly sexual nature.

The pumpkin candles had been replaced some days’ prior with cinnamon ones. Not only was the scent of these candles more noticeable, their wicks burned brighter as well. This brightened up the room significantly, allowing both the princess and the human to see each other’s flushed faces and slightly hazy eyes.

“So, I’ve always wondered; why are you pretty much the only one in this castle that goes around almost naked?” Jon asked, taking a big gulp from his glass.

Celestia licked some stray wine from her lips. “What do you mean, Jon?” she asked, with the bare beginnings or a slur in her voice.

“Your maids wear those frilly outfits; you have the servants wear those tuxedos.” He swept a hand around the room, spilling a bit of wine on himself in the process. “Your guards wear armor and every time that I see a noble they’re either wearing a petticoat or some silly looking dress.” He poked the princess’s side. “But you and your sister don’t wear anything. All you guys wear are those weird looking horse shoes, that chest plate hickey—”

“It’s called a peytral, dear,” Celestia corrected, swirling her wine in her glass before taking a ladylike sip.

“Your peta, or papyrus, or whatever, and your crown.” He looked her up and down with half-lidded eyes. “So what’s the deal? How come you’re allowed to walk around completely naked and everyone else has to wear all of that stuffy clothing? Is it a rule or something that only royalty can walk around naked?”

“I don’t force them to wear anything, if that’s what you’re insinuating,” Celestia said, carefully placing her now empty wine glass onto the nightstand by their bed. “Any mare or stallion that works for my sister or I is free to wear whatever they wish.”

“Then why are they running around in clothes, then?” Jon queried.

“Many years ago, my servants began to worry that their appearance diminished the castle’s “prestige”, so they began to purchase outfits from their own pocket,” the princess explained. “At first there was just a few of them that did this, but then more and more began to do it until half of the castle was clothed.” She frowned. “I had tried to insist that it wasn’t necessary, but nopony would listen.”

Celestia looked down at herself. “As for why I do not wear any gowns or dresses, it is because I find them absolutely silly.”

“What’s so silly about them?” Jon asked, finishing his glass as well. “There’s nothing wrong with wearing clothes. I wear clothes all the time and there’s nothing silly about me.”

He attempted to lean forward to place the empty glass next to the princess’s. He lost his balance halfway, falling toward the floor without so much as a sound. Celestia was forced to intervene, gently pulling the human back against her and levitating the glass over with her magic. Jon, his nose scrunched up as he looked at her, didn’t even register what had happened.

“Absolutely nothing,” he grumbled.

The princess couldn’t help but shake her head, a small grin on her face. “I understand why you wear your clothes, my little human. There’s a reason that you do it. But there is no reason that my little ponies need to wear dresses or petticoats or any of those silly things every day.” She placed a hoof against his leg and began to rub his thigh. “We have no need for any extra layers unless the weather is especially bad, and at most all we need is a scarf and a hat. In every other instance, clothing is unneeded. In fact, many times it can be dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” Jon questioned.

The princess nodded solemnly. “More than once, I’ve seen ponies faint during the summer because of the heat,” she told him. “And there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t see some mare or stallion sweating their tails off in their fancy dresses and suits.”

Shaking her head, she reached up and tugged on his shirt. “Yes, sometimes clothes are worn to enhance the body’s figure, but there is no need. One should not hide their body. They should be proud of it; they should wish to show it to the world with their heads held high.”

Jon stared up at the princess for a few moments before snorting. “That’s a load of crap if I’ve ever heard one,” he said, looking away. “You just want other ponies to stare at your butt.”

Celestia grinned. “I’ll admit that would be a perk, but I promise you that my intentions are perfectly noble, my lord of lords,” she swore, leaning over to plant a kiss on his temple. “Besides, I don’t think that my derriere is something that other ponies would openly gawk at in public.”

“Why not? You have a great butt! An amazing butt! The kind of butt that other butts should want to be!” Jon protested a little too loudly, the slur in his voice more pronounced than it had been a few minutes ago. “Ponies would be stupid not to look at it!”

Though not completely drunk, Jon was gone enough to not really realize what he had just said. Unfortunately for him, Celestia did.

Her outward reaction to his proclamation was minimal. A small shift of her body on the bed, the slight ruffling of her feathers. If you would have looked into her eyes, however, you would have seen just how much Jon’s words affected her.

“Oh really?” she murmured, her voice taking on a huskier tone. “Does that mean that my little human enjoys staring at my backside~?”

“This isn’t the wine,” Jon interrupted. “I might be a little tipsy, but I’m still all there.” This time, when he looked up at her, he forced himself to hold their gaze. “We don’t have to touch or anything, but I figured that you’d want to see what you’re working with before we do the deed.” He gestured toward himself. “It’s only fair, since I get to see you naked all the time and the only time you got a peek of me was when you barged into the bathroom while I was showering.”

“Oh cour—” Before he could finish, Jon’s mouth snapped shut. His eyes widened slightly and his already flushed face grew a little redder as the realization slowly came to him. “I-I mean…”

Not able to help herself, the princess chuckled as his mouth began to open and close like a fish out of water. This only caused to make the human blush harder as he looked down at the carpet.

He was quiet for a long moment, just listening to her teasing laughter, before he looked up at her. “Celestia?” he said very quietly. “What did Twilight say again about the third stage of the pyramid of whatever?”

Wiping an eye, Celestia wrapped a hoof around him, holding him close. “Well, I recall her saying that this is the final step,” she said, looking straight ahead. “This is the point where two ponies begin to explore each other’s bodies and finally take that last step.”

Jon nodded slowly. “And you said that no one in the castle has to wear any clothes if they don’t want to, right?”

“That’s right. Even though it’s almost a tradition at this point, there’s nothing saying that anypony has to. In fact, I’d be absolutely delighted if they wouldn’t.”

Licking his lips, Jon looked up at her. “So does that mean you’d be alright with me… taking some clothes off…?”

The smile fell from Celestia’s face. She stiffened and her eyes widened. The hoof that she was using to stroke his leg froze. Her mouth opened slightly before closing.

“…Pardon?”

Jon seemed to sink into himself. “Well, I was just thinking: since the two of us are starting to “get in the mood” and all that, we could do the “exploring each other’s body” part of the step,” he said, looking up at her before looking back down just as quickly. “You know, if you want to that is. If you don’t I’d be perfectly fine with just cuddling or drinking or whatever you want.”

Celestia could feel herself sobering up. She quickly looked down at him, eyebrows raised. “Are you sure, Jonathan?” she queried warily. “Because if this is just the wine talking I can’t—”

Without waiting for an answer, he stood up and took a few steps from the bed. Turning around, he looked into Celestia’s eyes and smiled. “If you don’t want to see anything that’s fine, but remember, we’re adults. Tipsy or not, I don’t want the two of us to spend all night dancing around this.” He stood up straight, his shoulders cracking as he rolled them. “We’re alone, we’ve had some wine, candles are lit, and the night’s a’ wasting.”

Celestia was silent for a few moments as she considered his offer. Her eyes began wandering up and down his body, taking him in. Jon stood his ground, waiting there patiently for her answer.

Finally, with a small smile of her own, the princess rose from the bed. “Jonathan, I would be honored to see you as nature intended,” she told him with a nod and an excited ruffle of her feathers.

Though he felt butterflies flying around in his stomach, Jon beat them down and grinned. “Great,” he said, clapping his hands together. “Now, how do you want me to do this? Do you want a strip tease? Do you wanna take my clothes off yourself?”

“While I insist that you do whatever makes you feel comfortable, if you were asking me what I recommended I’d ask if you’d allow me to take your clothes off myself,” she answered, taking a hopeful step toward him.

“Oh? So you want to unwrap your present, huh?”

“Comparing yourself to a present is like comparing my sister’s moon to a pebble.”

That got a chuckle out of him. “You better watch it, missy,” he warned. “If you keep talking like that the wine might make me give you more than a show.”

A shiver ran up Celestia’s spine. “Please, don’t restrain yourself on my account,” she told him, her eyes gleaming in the light. “By all means, be as crazy as you wish, my little human.”

A candle crackled as the two closed in on each other.

Jon placed his hand on Celestia’s cheek, lightly running his fingertips through her fur. He could smell the sweat, the vanilla, and the wine on the princess. Her fur tickled his fingers as they glided across her face.

Celestia gasped at the contact, leaning onto his touch. “Are you positive that this isn’t the wine making you do this?” she asked, unsure.

The human leaned forward and placed his lips against hers. “This isn’t a bit of the wine,” he said, giving her a peck before pulling away. “This is all me.”

Their lips connected again and again. With each kiss, Celestia’s reservation began to fall to pieces. Soon, she was returning them just as eagerly as Jon was giving them.

“Alright, if you’re positive,” she murmured. “But if this is the wine making you do this I will be very cross.”

“Oh, you’ll be cross alright.”

“Oh hush.”

One of her wings extended, slipping up the back of his shirt. With a dexterity that would put most sober wing-bearing creatures to shame, she managed to tug over his head.

Her eyes snapped down to his belly as inch after inch of skin was revealed. They traveled up a tone, strong stomach, up a lithe chest and defined arms. Jon’s skin was the skin of youth; tight, relatively supple, and smooth as sin. As his shirt was pulled away and thrown across the room she began circling the human.

“Hmm~ Very nice,” the alicorn cooed, nosing the small of his back.

Jon stayed completely still, breathing slowly and deeply. A hoof, warm and soft, brushed against his back. His side was tickled by the tip of a wing. Something long and wet dragged across the back of his hand.

His breathing began to grow more shallow along with Celestia’s.

He felt her lips tickle his skin as she kissed him just above the belly button. A hoof ran up the length of his spine. Feathers as soft as anything that he had ever felt began prodding the muscles in his back.

Jon began to fidget, making faces and gritting his teeth, but he held still. He held still even as the princess’ scent began to overpower the smell of the candles. He held still even as his body grew warmer and his heart began to beat wildly. He held still even as his pants began to grow tighter.

“Yes, a fine body,” Celestia commented breathlessly. “Now, for the pants.”

That massive white wing extended once more. With a simple flick, his pants were unbuttoned and his zipper was pulled down. The pants that he was wearing fell partway down his legs, leaving his boxers out for all to see.

With an explosive exhale, Jon looked over his shoulder at the smiling princess, whose wings were poised and at the ready. “Sweet lord above are you a tease,” he shakily commented.

Both of Celestia’s wings slipped into his pants. He couldn’t help it this time; he jumped. Even through his boxers, he could feel her feathers against his skin.

Soft. So soft. Softer than anything that he had ever felt.

His knees knocked together as his breath caught in his throat. “A-A tease,” he repeated, his voice a few octaves higher. “The b-biggest tease in the w-world.”

Celestia grinned. “Thank you,” she told him.

Her wings applied pressure, pushing the pants to the floor. Jon quickly stepped out of them, allowing her to toss them to parts unknown along with his shirt.

She hummed, walking around until she was face-to-face with him again. Her amethyst eyes slowly wandered up his body, taking her time in enjoying his near-nakedness.

Jon, meanwhile, placed his hands behind his back and braced himself. There was only one article of clothing between him and his birthday suit. He knew that with a single flick of her wing the princess could have his boxers halfway across the room. And, from the look on her face, it looked like she was just about to do that.

His cock throbbed in its cotton prison, ready for her to take that last final step.

But she didn’t. She just stood there and smiled.

About a minute ticked by as the two just looked at each other, both breathing hard and aroused. A candle wick crackled.

Finally, Jon could take no more. “Well? Are you going to get to it or not?” he nervously demanded, gesturing toward his pants. “There’s teasing and then there’s messing around.”

Celestia chuckled. “I was just wondering why I should have all of the fun, my little human,” she said. “I know that you’ve never seen me wearing clothes, and therefore you cannot strip me like I have you, but I was wondering if you’d like to take a closer look at my body.” She flicked her tail and wiggled her hips enticingly. “See if anything catches your fancy.”

As Jonathan’s brain began to process what the princess had said, the alicorn began to show off her body. Her wings extended, showing him her strong, shapely barrel. She held her head high, revealing her strong, thick neck. She then turned around so that her flank was facing him.

“I promise not to bite.” She said, her face flushed as she gave her rump a teasing shake. “Unless you want me to that is~”

A chill ran up Jon’s spine when he heard Celestia’s tone. It was throaty, needy, hungry. Sexy.

This was not the mare that the public knew. This wasn’t the pony that ruled the nation or enjoyed eating far too much cake during her free time. The pony, this mare, was one in need. She wanted something. Something basic and heart pounding and exciting.

She wanted the same thing that he was beginning to want.

Jon took a step toward her, then another, then another.

With each breath that he took, he could smell her. Not the sweat or vanilla or her shampoo, not any of the scents that he smelt when lying with her at night. No, he could smell her. That musky, heady, raw scent that came from one thing and one thing only.

His rapidly beating heart pounded in his chest at the realization and his cock throbbed in want.

In two more steps, he was able to place his hand upon the small of Celestia’s back.

The princess tensed at his touch, letting out a quiet, impatient groan. “Yes, my little human,” she whispered excitedly. “Touch me, feel me. Let your hands do as they will.”

Jon licked his dry lips. “Yes ma’am.”

Since he wasn’t quite brave enough to begin with her rump—not enough wine—he started on her back.

He poked at the wing joints, traced the muscles in her back that she used for flying. While he did his best to keep his touches light, the wine gave him some trouble. He poked a little too hard, he massaged a little too roughly. His fingers dug into her fur and dragged along the skin underneath with a little more force than was necessary.

This handling would have been painful to most, but for Celestia it was heaven. The princess twitched and gasped under his touch. Since, even now, she did not want to scare him off, she did her best to hold in these noises. She did her best to hold as firm as Jonathan did, even though with each touch and caress she could feel the heat underneath her tail grow hotter and hotter.

Her predicament was only worsened when Jon realized that she was trying to hold the noises in, and had promptly decided to do all that he could to break her self-control.

The touches became kisses and nuzzles. His groping became even rougher and more focused on her more sensitive areas. His teeth gently tugged at her fur, and his tongue began to drag along her spine.

She could feel Jonathan’s nails as they dragged against her fur, the sharpness of his teeth as he gently bit down on her flight muscles. The wine, his touch, the smell of the candles and the pounding of her heart were all too much. She couldn’t fight it.

The princess considered herself a very strong-willed mare. But this was beyond strength, beyond the will to resist.

Celestia threw back her head and moaned, her hips rolling at the stimulation. “Oh sweet Maker,” she breathlessly murmured with a flap of her wings.

Her eyes slipped closed as he kissed her neck. Her legs shook as one of his hands founds its way to her belly and began to scratch.

Jon’s touch felt wonderful, natural. As he pressed his body against her, she felt loved, happy, warm in every way imaginable. Not for a hundred years had she felt anything close to this.

She might have become lost in the sensations that she was feeling, if not for the low chuckle that came from her soon-to-be-lover. It was an amused chuckle. A teasing chuckle.

Celestia bristled at the noise. She quickly looked over her wither to stare at Jonathan as he gently nibbled on her wing joint.

While she tried her hardest to frown at him, she couldn’t quiet manage it, biting her lip instead. “I recall a certain human complaining about teasing…”

“And I recall a certain pony thanking me for the compliment,” Jonathan replied, giving her side a kiss before stepping away from her. “So, with that very beautiful and wise mare in mind—” He made a show of bowing. “—I will repeat her example and thank you as well.”

Though her legs were shaking from the stimulation and she could feel a certain wetness dripping down her legs, a horsey snort escaped the princess’s throat.

Jon found himself grinning at the sound. It was a kind smile, she noticed, one filled with affection and hunger. “But enough of the teasing. You wanted me to look you over and that’s just what I’m gonna do,” he announced.

Celestia’s bemusement was replaced with a smirk as Jon walked around to her backside and knelt down. She widened her stance, jutting her rump out as far as she could.

“Alright,” he said, looking up. “Let see what we… oh my Lanta…”

For a few moments, the human could do nothing but marvel at the ass laid in front of him.

Jonathan had seen a lot of pony rumps in his time in Equestria. He had seen the tight and compact rumps of the pegasi. He had seen the plump yet usually underwhelming butts of the unicorns. He had even spied the thick, strong, bountiful buns of the earth ponies. He had seen them all and, as time went by, he began to appreciate them. But, out of all of the pony races, out of all of the mares and stallions that he had ever met and interacted, he had never seen an ass like Celestia’s.

This was not the ass of a horse. Though it was covered in fur and a rainbow, flowing tail poking up from the top of it, this was not the ass of a horse.

This ass was shapely, big, perky, blemish free. It was so big that one couldn’t help but look at it, but wasn’t so big as to be laughable.

Poets slaved away writing epics for a butt like this. Paints and sculptors sharpened their skills in the hope that someday they would have the skills needed to do an ass like this justice. Men took their hats off and inclined their heads in respect. Women gnashed their teeth and stomped their feet in envy.

Wars were fought over a derriere like this. Men gladly betrayed everything; their beliefs, their loved ones, all that they had ever known just to have a chance to gaze upon it. People died with smiles on their faces in the name of this butt.

Black holes seemed trivial, galaxies seemed inconsequential. Nothing else mattered when one was faced with a rump such as this.

This was the ass of a woman. This was the ass of a princess.

Celestia’s smirk widened as Jon’s expression turned slack-jawed. “Remember, I told you that you could touch me wherever you wanted,” she said, not quite able to keep the pride out of her voice. Her horn glowed, and before he knew what had happened Jon found his hands on both of her cheeks. “So don’t be shy. Show me what those hands of yours are made of~”

Despite himself, Jon’s fingers twitched. This caused his fingers to dig into the princess’s rump. She let out a shamelessly loud groan, and he very nearly did as well.

While had never considered himself an ass man, his heart skipped a beat when he saw his fingers sink into her rump.

There was a surprising amount of weight in each cheek as he began toying with them. Though there was a nice layer of fat that gave it its shape and jiggle, he could feel a dense layer of corded muscle underneath. This gave the ass its bounce, and helped keep it from looking like a misshapen, ugly blob of fat.

He spread her cheeks apart, before bringing them together. Celestia groaned again as her rump clapped. Jon, his eyes closing, let out a quiet groan as well.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmured. “What on earth do you feed this thing?”

“Only good things. You have my word in that, my lord,” Celestia said with a teasing giggle, which morphed into a moan as he gave both of her cheeks a ravenous squeeze.

Her tail suddenly lifted, showing him what laid beneath.

He could see a pair of soft, white lips, coated in arousal. Pulling her cheeks apart, those lovely lips spread, revealing the pink inside. Jon licked his lips as he inhaled the heavy, almost sweet, scent of the princess’s arousal.

“Not as different as I thought it would be,” he said, more to himself than anyone else. He pressed the cheeks in his hands together before pulling them part.

Celestia let out a needy groan, pushing back against his hands. She expected him to continue his exploring, but to her surprise he withdrew his hands and stood up.

Brow furrowing, she looked back at him. “Jonathan,” she panted, her belly heaving and her knees weak. “What in Harmony’s name are you going?” she breathlessly demanded.

Jon gestured down toward his painfully tight boxers. “I still have one piece of clothing that you haven’t taken off yet,” he told her. “And I’ve seen yours, so I figured that it’d be only fair if you saw mine.”

The alicorn was a blur as she spun around and faced him. Her wing found a place at the back of his head, pulling him toward her. Before Jon knew it, Celestia had captured his lips with hers.

Even now, after a hundred kisses, it shocked him just how warm they felt against his. Though his eyes widened in surprise, he found himself eagerly returning the kiss. His arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer to him.

Celestia’s lips parted. Her tongue brushed against his lips, begging for entrance. Feeling this, he not only opened his mouth but his tongue came racing out to meet hers.

As they kissed, Jonathan could feel the tip of her wing slowly make its way up the side of his leg. He stiffened as he felt it slip up his pant leg.

He groaned into her mouth as her wing slowly traveled up his hip until the tip poked up through the top of his underwear. With an incredible dexterity, the wing folded over the fabric and began to tug it down.

“Subjects seem nearly ready to copulate. Whether this is because of the wine or because of their own desire is yet to be seen. Will wait to see how far the two go tonight. Visual recordings and samples will need to be taken pre and post fact if coitus is initiated, however.”

The scratching of a quill on paper cut through the air as both Jon and Celestia froze. Looking into each other’s wide, panic-filled eyes, they then looked over toward the origin of the voice.

There, perched precariously upon the edge of the opened window—with her rump hanging out in the open air—was Twilight Sparkle, a quill in hoof and a pot of ink and her notepad floating in front of her.

“I’ll need to be careful,” the purple alicorn continued, too absorbed in her note taking to realize that she was talking aloud to herself. “I do not want to muddle with the data by having the two realize that I’m…”

Twilight’s ears perked up. When she realized that the room was now completely silent she looked up from her notes to see both Jon and Celestia looking back at her. Neither looked particularly happy. In this light, one might have said that the two even looked furious.

Looking down at herself, Twilight looked back up at them. “An interesting note: Quicklime’s invisibility spell and sound eraser charm have a time limit,” she muttered, as her ears pinned themselves against her head. “When time allows, will need to modify the spells in some way to elongate their effects.”

She flinched as an inhuman growl escaped Jonathan’s throat. “…If I survive that long.”