“No! You can’t! Please!”
The cries were faint, but their distress was evident. The thunder of powerful hooves was their only accompaniment as a white stallion raced down the hallway toward Princess Celestia’s chambers. With today being the start of the three-day weekend, the castle was completely empty.
At least, it was supposed to be.
Fortunately, Blazedown had forgotten the book he had been reading at his post. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be here for what was obviously an assault on the Princess. He wondered what dastardly foe could possibly cause that pathetic quaver in her voice, but he quickly put such thoughts from his mind as he hurtled toward her door. Oddly enough, he hadn’t heard anything else since he started running.
Skidding to a halt outside Princess Celestia’s chambers, he pounded on the heavy wood. “Princess Celestia! Are you alright? What’s happe-“
He was suddenly silenced as the doors were thrown open, revealing a very red-faced alabaster alicorn. Blazedown caught a glimpse of anger and frustration before a long-practiced smile was forcefully hitched into place. “Yes, guardspony, I’m quite alright, thank you for checking.”
“A-are you sure? You sounded rather… well, it sounded like… I mean…” His voice shrank beneath her gaze. “It… sounded like somepony was assaulting you… late at night… kind of like…”
The peaceful smile belied the incredulous fury behind her eyes. “Rape?” Her laughter tinkled sweetly like the broken pieces of a glass floor falling into a pit of spikes. “You honestly believed somepony could force themselves on me?”
To Blazedown’s credit, he had remained standing under her furious glare, but at this suggestion he shied slowly away. “N-no, your highness.”
Celestia leaned down to stare directly into his eyes. Her smile had transformed into a manic grin and her horn glowed white-hot. Her voice sizzled, escaping clenched teeth in a low hiss. “Too right, guardspony. Were any stallion brazen enough to try, he would find the tables turned on him so fast he wouldn’t have time to call for help.” Her pupils had shrunk to mere specks in the sea of white that now filled the guard’s vision. Blazedown hastily backed up, tripping over himself in an attempt to get away.
Climbing clumsily to his hooves, he bowed and uttered a quick, “Apologies, Princess.” With that, he turned and dashed away from the still grinning alicorn.
As the sound of Blazedown’s galloping receded, Celestia blew a frustrated snort and turned back to her chambers. Shutting the door with a decisive snap, she wantonly tore off her crown and regalia, throwing them haphazardly onto some cushions piled near the door.
She stepped into the moonlight streaming through her window, wings flared aggressively. Celestia held her head low, staring balefully into the dark corners of her chambers.
“Did you send him away?” The posh, gravelly baritone sounded from a doorway to her left. A soft glow came from his horn as he stepped boldly into the light.
“Yes,” Celestia said, her voice low and dangerous, “Nopony will disturb us now.”
“Good,” the dark-coated stallion said as he stalked predatorily around her, “I wouldn’t want anything further to interrupt our… negotiations.” Laughing eyes traced her form outlined in moonlight. Despite her aggressive stance, he was struck by her beauty. The shadows threw every graceful curve and ripple of alicorn strength into sharp relief, serving to remind him just who he was dealing with. If she wanted to, Celestia could easily crush him.
But she wouldn’t.
Smirking triumphantly, Obsidian Spire brought his eyes close to hers. “Now, where were we?”
Celestia’s wings twitched angrily. “You were threatening my little ponies…”
“Yes. I believe I was just explaining that I’m holding the population of Manehattan hostage. Unless my demands are met, I’m afraid many little ponies just might not see your beautiful dawn. Wouldn’t that be a shame?”
“You’re not going to get away with this, Obsidian! I will find the trigger to the magical virus and your plans will be undone.” Celestia stomped her hoof, cracking the floor as she snorted agitatedly.
“Oh, I’m sure you’d find some way to stop me… If you had time.” Obsidian ignored the display of strength, checking his hooves for dirt nonchalantly, “You see I plan to collect my ransom… tonight.”
“Tonight,” Celestia echoed, confused, “I don’t have much at hoof here. What could you possibly want?”
“Why it’s simple, Solar Princess,” Obsidian said, his voice like silk sliding over ice, “I want you.”
Fear flickered across Celestia’s face. She took a step away from Obsidian as her wings began to droop. “W-what?”
“My demands are simple, Celestia, and well worth the sacrifice considering the alternative.” Obsidian relished every word that drew him closer to his final pronouncement. “You’re going to let me do whatever I want to you tonight. In return, I will deactivate the virus. The inactive virus will vanish within a week, but unless you submit,” Obsidian closed the gap between them again, grinning deviously, “Your ponies will die.”
Celestia’s wings and ears drooped as realization began to set in. She was trapped. “There must be something else you would accept. If you’re willing to wait a day, I can give you all the bits you want.”
“No, Celestia,” commanded Obsidian, his horn glowing warningly, “I want you. I have waited far too long to let my prize escape me now.” As he spoke, he began circling her again, passing much closer to her than before.
Celestia let out a slow breath, running over every possibility in her mind. She didn’t see a way out. Lowering her wings to her side, she raised her head regally. “I will meet your demands. I have no choice. Just get it over with.”
Obsidian chuckled as he nipped at her flanks, brushing up against her as he drew level with her eyes again. His horn flared to life and Celestia was lifted off her hooves and thrown lightly onto several large cushions piled against the wall. “I think not, Celestia. Like I said, I have lusted after you far too long to let you rush me now. Besides, we have all night long.”
He drew nearer to her with agonizingly slow steps. Celestia had tucked her legs underneath herself, curling up instinctively. Obsidian gave a low hum of appreciation as his gaze traveled over her. When he finally reached her, he began kissing her softly down the neck. As the light pecks reached her barrel, he began running a hoof along the contours of her wing.
Obsidian’s ministrations forced a soft gasp to escape Celestia’s lips. “W-what are you… this isn’t what I expected.” Her words came out almost like a sigh. A blush crept across her face as Obsidian continued his gentle conquest.
Obsidian slowly lowered himself to lie next to Celestia, his questing hoof rubbing and massaging every part of her he could reach. Celestia gave a small cry as he found a sensitive area just behind her wing. With slow, deliberate movements he began to prod and caress that area, eagerly watching her reaction. Celestia averted her gaze from his, closing her eyes as his hoof moved in slow circles across her back. Obsidian began licking the edges and joints of her wing in quick, light motions. Celestia felt herself start to breathe heavily from the attention and even began to feel a tingling warmth rise within her.
Finished with one side, Obsidian rose and slowly climbed over her body to the other side, laying light kisses down her back as he did. Celestia felt something warm and hard brush lightly across her lower back as he changed positions. The sensation sent a shudder of anticipation down her spine. Light kisses and licks began caressing her other wing. Slowly, Celestia felt her arousal build.
Suddenly, her wings snapped against her body and she hugged her limbs closer. Mustering all the anger she could, she turned to meet Obsidian’s gaze. The smoldering confidence in his smile made her blush harder, but she wouldn’t fold so easily. “You may do what you wish with me, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. I refuse to give you the satisfaction!”
Obsidian’s smile grew into a self-satisfied smirk and he drew his face closer to hers. “Why Princess Celestia, that sounds like a challenge.” Their faces were mere inches apart, but apart from a short ruffling of her wings Celestia didn’t budge. Obsidian shot forward suddenly, closing the small distance and stealing a quick peck from her lips. “Challenge accepted.”
Celestia recoiled in surprise, her magic building with her anger. “I… you… How dare-“
Obsidian quickly held a hoof to her lips. “Ah, ah, aah, Princess. No magic from you. Don’t forget that I hold all of the cards in this game.”
Celestia’s face worked furiously for a moment before she allowed her magic to slowly fade along with the glow from her horn.
Obsidian kept up his infuriating smirk as he let his hoof run through her mane. “Don’t be so dour, Celestia. You may not want to, but rest assured you will like this. After all,” Obsidian gave her ear a quick nip as he whispered heatedly into it, “It’s no fun if you’re not moaning.”
Celestia buried her head in the cushion beneath her, trying to hide her blush and escape his warm breath in her ear. Obsidian chuckled quietly. “You can be so cute sometimes, Celestia.”
Obsidian looked her over thoughtfully for a moment, and then his horn flared again. Rolling Celestia slowly onto her back, he laughed softly as she was still staring pointedly away from him and keeping herself curled up tightly. With a flick, her flowing tail covered her lower body. Obsidian’s lips moved back up toward her face. For a moment, they stared into each other’s eyes. One set spoke of diabolical mischief, the other set of resolute anger.
Obsidian began kissing his way down her neck again. Celestia kept her body rigid and her breathing steady. Even when he began playfully moving her tail aside inch by inch, lightly licking his way down her barrel, she didn’t let it get to her.
Despite her anger, resistance was a futile effort. Obsidian’s questing tongue finally reached the end of its journey. The first waft of warm breath over Celestia’s sex was enough to send a shudder coursing through her. For the first few licks, she was able to control herself, but her defenses began cracking as he continued. Small whimpers began to escape as her wings fluttered open, rebelling against their mistress. Celestia began squirming, part of her wanting to get away from Obsidian and another part wanting to stay within his reach.
Obsidian made the decision for her, curling his hooves around Celestia’s flanks and holding her against his muzzle. After many years of abstinence, to finally feel the brazen lust of another pony was more than even a demigoddess could resist. Celestia writhed as her wings expanded. The pale moonlight reflected from her wings like a mirror, brightening the room and highlighting her form against the shadowy backdrop of velvet cushions. A muffled scream echoed around the unhearing battlements of the castle.
Obsidian stood to better behold his victory as the last twitches of ecstasy faded from the ivory form before him. He climbed over her, taking care not to tread on her shimmering feathers or flowing mane. Bringing his face level with hers once more, their eyes met. There were many emotions flying between the two in that look. Sorrow, happiness, pity, thankfulness, anger and maybe even a little love all had their place in that moment.
“It would appear that I’ve won, Celestia,” Obsidian stated slowly, almost apologetically.
A breathy chuckle escaped the panting princess as a single small tear rolled down her face to be lost amongst her flowing locks. “You beast,” Celestia sighed, a genuine smile crossing her features, “Cease your ridiculous games and finish what you started.”
Obsidian nodded obediently. He stepped off of her as Celestia stretched her wings, rolling languidly onto her stomach. Settling comfortably into the cushion, she flicked her tail up invitingly. It was all Obsidian could do to resist jumping on her immediately, but he knew exactly how he wanted this to play out.
Obsidian positioned himself behind Celestia, allowing his member to lightly press against her entrance. From this position, his head was just above her shoulders. Obsidian slowly began kissing his way toward her neck. As his mouth reached the base of her neck, Obsidian could feel the tip of his cock pressing harder against Celestia’s sex. Kisses traveled up the graceful curve of Celestia’s neck as his forward motion gradually forced Obsidian's cock inside her.
Soft moans began to trickle from Celestia’s mouth as she felt Obsidian penetrate deeper into her. Celestia turned her head to meet Obsidian’s kiss as he finally hilted inside her and began to move. She drew in a sharp, deep breath as Obsidian forced himself in harder with each thrust. Their panting eventually forced their lips apart. Rhythmic slaps drew closer together as their cries grew louder.
Obsidian was practically crouching now, his eyes closed as he focused all his thoughts on the feeling building within him. Celestia’s moans had risen to screams of ecstasy, drowning out Obsidian’s grunts completely. Celestia’s neck stretched upward as her shaking hind legs fought to press her flanks against his crotch, yearning to take in as much of him as possible. A silent scream issued from Celestia’s mouth as she peaked; spasms traveling through her in waves. The waves brought Obsidian to orgasm as well as he hilted inside her once more, filling her with his seed.
They lay together in the aftermath of their lovemaking, panting as sweat beads formed on their coats. Obsidian rolled off of Celestia and lay beside her as they caught their breath. As the panting subsided, Celestia smiled a satisfied smile. She felt like a spring coiled inside her for so long had finally been released.
Obsidian rolled lazily onto his belly as Celestia drew her wings back to herself. “That was… amazing, princess,” Obsidian said with a slightly drunken look on his face, “We may have to do that again sometime.”
Celestia smiled easily. “I would have to agree.” Looking up and around to her bed, Celestia seemed to grow a bit agitated. “You could… stay the night if you like.”
Obsidian’s lips curled into a sad smile. “Princess, you know why I can’t do that.”
She sighed disappointedly. “Yes… I know.”
Obsidian stood, stretching his limbs and shaking himself to bring his thoughts back to more practical matters. “It was fun, princess. However, I must leave.” Bowing low to her, he turned and trotted out of the room.
Celestia gazed out of her window as she listened to the receding clop of Obsidian’s hoofsteps. She lay that way for a time as a faraway look danced in her eyes. Eventually, she picked herself up and stalked wearily into her bathroom. The same faraway look clouded Celestia’s vision as she bathed. Every once in a while, she would find herself gazing absently at the bubbles floating in her bathwater or at a one of the seams between the tiles and look away as if they had caught her staring.
Cleaned and feeling somewhat refreshed, Celestia returned to her room. She lay down on her bed, but for some reason she couldn’t get comfortable. The silence seemed to nag at her as if asking a question she didn’t wish to answer. Sighing frustratedly, she left her bed and wandered around her room, rearranging things and teleporting the used cushions to the laundry room. She ended up sitting outside on her balcony.
The cool marble felt good on her skin, so she decided to lie down outside and perhaps sleep under the stars. Though it was initially soothing, the marble seemed to heat up instantly to an uncomfortable temperature and she was soon pacing restlessly once again. Looking up, Celestia spied a small light coming from a window on the other side of the castle. After a moment’s indecision, Celestia decided it was better than dealing with insomnia alone.
A white shape dove silently from a dark balcony on the face of the castle. Passing quietly over the oblivious stone battlements, Celestia alighted on a similar balcony growing out of a tall tower. Trotting to the edge of the orange glow shining through the doorway, Celestia spoke softly, “Luna, are you awake?”
A small rustling could be heard from the room beyond followed by a quiet lilting voice, “Yes, sister. You may enter.”
Celestia trotted into the light. Several small candles and lanterns were placed around an ornate bed. Upon the sapphire sheets rested a deep blue alicorn with a thick tome opened before her. Princess Luna smiled faintly at her big sister. “Couldn’t sleep, Tia?”
Celestia returned the smile. “I could not. I hope I’m not intruding.”
“Nay, sister, I was merely re-reading some of my favorite parables. Come, we can read them together.” Luna could see there was something troubling her sister, but she was willing to wait for it to come out on its own.
Celestia trotted over to the bed, climbing slowly over the covers to lie next to Luna. Pressed together side-by-side, the two sisters remained quiet for a while as they quietly read some of the short fables from the yellowed pages. The one currently of interest was about a courageous knight braving the elements and the fiery teeth of a drake to rescue his damsel, only to find when they returned home that she wished for the love of another.
Luna chuckled at the hapless knight who had braved all for something he could never have. As she slowly turned the page, Celestia drew a shaky breath beside her. Looking over, Luna could see that Celestia was staring listlessly off into space. “Tia, is something the matter?”
Celestia blew a frustrated breath. “Luna, tonight I slept with somepony.”
Luna raised her eyebrows. She knew, of course, that it was true. She wasn’t deaf, after all. However, Celestia was generally very tight-lipped about such matters. Recognizing this as a serious matter, Luna allowed the book to lay forgotten against the sheets and gave her sister her undivided attention. “That must be the first time in… seven hundred years?”
“Yes… I suppose it has been about that long. Tonight was different than the other times, though.”
“How so?”
“This time I… I hired somepony.”
Luna’s mouth fell slightly agape at this. “Whatever for?”
Celestia’s faced reddened. She was looking guiltily down into the sheets as she replied, “I wanted to… fulfill a fantasy I’ve had for a long time.” Celestia felt strangely relieved to have admitted that much. “I thought it would make me feel better. Perhaps help me to move past some of my more… childish desires.”
Luna’s expression grew more confused with each passing word. “Childish? Surely not, Tia. What could possibly make you say such a thing?”
Celestia looked thoughtful for a moment. Reaching out with a hoof, she turned a page of the book back to reveal a stylized drawing of a dragon breathing fire against the shield of an armored pony. “You see this little story, Luna? This little fantasy?”
“Yes…”
“The thought of some stallion coming to rescue you is a childish fantasy, is it not? No stallion in today’s world could be asked to brave such danger for one he lusted after. It would never actually happen. Why, then, is this fantasy still around to this day?”
Luna thought for a moment. “I suppose it persists because deep down, any mare would want to be beautiful enough for a stallion to do anything to attain her favor. It certainly isn’t likely, but I don’t think I’d call it childish.”
Celestia’s lips curled into a small, sad smile. “It makes me glad to hear you say that. I think part of me still wants that stallion to exist. I can’t seem to get the idea out of my head.”
Luna looked at the picture in confusion for a moment. “But no drake would ever dare foalnap you, sister.”
Celestia laughed. “Yes. I suppose my situation would be more akin to the drake yearning for the knight.” Celestia’s eyes filled with tears as she forged her deepest fears into words. She opened her mouth to speak, but found she couldn’t. She was afraid to, because she knew speaking these horrors would make them irrefutable. The only voice she was left to speak with was raspy with sorrow. “Nopony could ever really love a dragon, Luna. It’s too dangerous. It’s too powerful and too old and too… different for any short-lived pony to truly know.” Celestia closed her eyes as tears overflowed onto the bedsheets. “I… I guess I just wanted to imagine that somepony existed who would risk everything to be with me,” Celestia covered her face with her hooves, hoping to muffle her sobs, “but when it was over and he left I realized how fake and horrid and selfish those desires were! I just… I just wanted to feel… tiny. I wanted to be that damsel just for a moment, but when that moment passed and life continued on I realized how pathetic I w-was and how futile those fantasies are.”
Luna was thunderstruck. To think Celestia had been harboring such insecurities for so long was almost unthinkable. Without the words necessary to banish these doubts, Luna could do nothing but wrap Celestia in her wing as her sister’s body was racked with sobs.
Eventually, the tears were spent and the sobs abated. When next she spoke, Celestia’s voice was thick and often interrupted by hiccups. “I -hic- I wish I didn’t have these thoughts at all. They’re so -hic- so demeaning and worthless but -hic- I can’t get rid of the feeling that I’ll never find anypony who can truly love me.” Celestia nuzzled against Luna, seeking comfort in her warmth. “An eternity alone is worse than any pain Tartarus can bring to bear.” Celestia looked down into her sister’s sad eyes. “I’m so sorry for sending you away, Lulu. I have never regretted anything so much in my long life as I have regretted not having you close to me. I’m so, so sorry.”
Tears were now springing to Luna’s eyes as she buried her face in Celestia’s neck. “I missed you too, Tia. I promise my jealousy will never separate us again.”
The chorus of sniffles and sobs finally abated as the two sisters nestled together and wearily drifted off to sleep. For the first time in a long time, they shared a dream. One of heroes and bravery and blissful, short lives.
Author's Note
I know the tone of this fic might seem a little inconsistent and the clop probably isn't very erotic, but it turned out alright. This one actually hits home for me on a personal note because it is partially derived from someone I know.
Anyway, comments and criticisms are encouraged! Enjoy!
