Princess Celestia flapped her wings, the ground underneath her speeding along. Her muscles ached along her wings. It had been a long time since she’d flown this far without stopping. However, time was of the essence in this case.
As she flew, she wondered how the time could have slipped away from her. She’d been caught up in all of the meetings regarding the Summer Sun Celebration that was going to be happening in two days time. More than that, though, there was something bigger on her mind.
Already her faithful student, Twilight Sparkle, had come close to figuring out why she was on edge. As much as she wanted to distract Twilight, the mare had a part to play in everything. Celestia only hoped that the years she’d spent grooming Twilight would pay off. Everything hinged upon her doing precisely what she was supposed to.
Celestia had already sent Twilight off to Ponyville, where she herself would be tomorrow night. Before that, however, there was something she needed to do. Surging her wings, ignoring the twinge it brought forth, she sped forwards, towards her destination.
On the horizon, a lone mountain jutted out from the surrounding forest. On the peak of that mountain was a cave. Inside that cave was where she wanted to be.
It took her several minutes of additional flying before she alighted on the outcropping of rock just outside the cave entrance. Her hooves clattered on the stone, signalling her arrival. With a sigh of relief, she folded her wings against her side, finally able to let them rest.
Without hesitation, she entered the mouth of the cave. The rocky tunnel hooked sharply to the left, before opening up into a small cavern. Stalactites hung from the ceiling, dripping water into several pools. Someone had already been here, as a fire was blazing away in the middle of the cavern. Shadows danced along the walls in the flickering firelight.
“Taltos?” Celestia spoke into the shadows. “I know you’re here.”
A deep voice chuckled, echoing around the cavern. “What gave me away? Was it the fire?”
From behind a large stalagmite, a dragon appeared. He was much smaller than an average dragon, only slightly taller than Celestia herself. He walked upright on two legs, his tail providing the necessary balance. He had two arms ending in hands, claws tipping each finger. His snout was not the protruding maw that most dragons sported, instead it was flatter. His lips were curled upwards in a smile. Deep blue scales, almost black in color, covered his body.
“You’re late,” he said. “I was beginning to fear you wouldn’t show up.”
Celestia took several steps forward, sitting down by the fire. There was a small hole in the ceiling, allowing the smoke to filter out. “You know I wouldn’t miss this.”
For just a moment, his smile faltered. “I know.” He moved over and sat next to her, his legs folding up underneath him. “Are you sure?” he asked, eyes watching the flames.
She raised a forehoof, still clad in her golden shoes, setting it on his lips. “You ask me that every time. I was sure the first time, and I’ve been sure each time since.”
Removing the hoof, she replaced it with her lips. The kiss was gentle, their lips simply meeting, neither of them pressing into it.
Celestia pulled back a moment later. “I need this,” she whispered, barely audible over the crackling of the fire.
He nodded. “I understand.” His arm snaked out, encircling her shoulders and pulling her body into his. When they were sitting down, she was taller than he was. Her head rested on top of his, flattening the spines there.
She liked being held by him. She could feel the fires running through him, the warmth emanating from underneath his scales. It was comforting, like being held in the embrace of her beloved sun.
Her muzzle turned downwards, placing soft kisses on the top of his head. He let out a sigh, tracing his claws along her shoulder, down her back to where her wings connected to her body.
Placing more kisses on his head, she moved her way down. Moving her way from the top of his head, to his forehead, the his cheeks. Finally, she captured his lips once more, this kiss having more passion behind it than the first one.
A slender tongue ran across her lips, asking for entrance. With a soft purr, she opened her lips, allowing his tongue to slip inside.
Unlike a pony, with their wide, flat tongues, his was thinner and longer. The forked end ran over her teeth, tracing each one. He was able to reach deep into her mouth, hitting sensitive parts she didn’t know she had.
Her own tongue moved past his and into the dragon’s mouth. She ran the muscle across the tips of his sharp teeth. He tasted like rubies, something she enjoyed. It was unique and distinct, something nopony would ever taste like.
They explored each other’s mouths. Celestia kicked off the shoes on her forehooves, running them along his body. Underneath those scales, muscles rippled. His claws roamed around her withers, scratching gently.
She loved his claws. He could do things with them that nopony could achieve with a hoof. He could massage her wings, trace complicated patterns across her barrel, down her body. He could grasp her gently, pulling her close.
Their tongues went from exploring familiar territory, to battling for dominance. His was more flexible, but hers was bigger. He tried to penetrate her defenses, to slip around her tongue, but she blocked him at every turn.
His claws ran along the length of her wing, causing her to moan. In the moment of distraction, his tongue snuck past her, caressing the roof of her mouth in victory.
She pulled back from the kiss. “Cheater,” she said.
“No such thing,” he replied. His lips came forwards, only this time they caught her neck. He nipped lightly, earning another moan from her.
He would nip her gently, then run his tongue over where he’d just bitten. Taltos knew all of her sensitive spots, so he aimed directly for them. Under her left ear, the hollow of her throat, just under the jawline on her right side.
Celestia lifted up her head, providing him better access. Her moans lifted up to the ceiling, bouncing back at them from all sides. A hoof pressed his head towards her, while the other gripped his back.
His claws continued to play with her wings. Gently he pressed her backwards, laying her down on the rocks by the fire. Her crown fell off, clattering onto the floor. With a smile, he lifted her chestpiece over her head as well, setting it next to the crown.
“You’ve lost your crown, Princess,” he said between kisses.
She placed a hoof on the side of his cheek. “Taltos, you know that in here, with you, I am not a princess. I’m simply Celestia.”
He leaned into her hoof. “I know.” Placing a kiss on the bottom of her hoof, he grabbed the foreleg, running his claws down it.
Her other forehoof was placed on his chest. She traced small circles there, feeling the smooth scales, and the heat underneath. Her lips once more found the top of his head, placing delicate kisses there.
“I’ve missed this,” she confessed.
He stopped kissing her chest. “It’s only been a year.”
“I know. But I still missed it.”
His response was to go back to kissing her. His lips and tongue moving down her chest to her stomach. Her head lay back against the floor, unable to reach him any longer.
She moaned into the air, the heat from the fire matching the heat in her own body. He was so delicate with her. Despite her insistence that she wasn’t a Princess, he still treated her like one. Even now, his gentle claws, the soft kisses, the pleasure she derived from things so simple was enormous.
He kissed his way past her stomach, until the sensations faded away. Curious, she looked up at him.
He was looking down at her. Her ethereal tail had long ago fallen to the side, exposing her to him. Despite the fact that he had seen this sight many times before, she couldn’t help but blush, just as he couldn’t help but stare.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. A claw reach out, tracing around her lower lips.
“Oooooh,” she breathed out in a moan. His claws were sharp, but against her flesh it felt so good. Again the claw gently traced around her, and again she moaned.
She was already wet, having been anticipating this. His claw spread those juices around, the white coat around her marehood becoming sticky.
He brought a claw, dripping with her fluids, up to his mouth, sticking it in and tasting her. When he popped the claw free, he smiled at her. “You taste as I imagine a ray of sunlight would.”
Her blush deepened. “Perhaps you’d like to taste more?” She spread her hind legs wide.
“I just might.” Leaning over, his head buried itself between her legs.
She felt his warm breath as it ghosted across her sex, bringing shivers to her body. A slender tongue darted across her lips, licking up her essence and bringing another, longer moan out of her.
He teased her, only licking around the outside, never going deeper. The more she moaned, the more she desired him to truly dig into her, the more he held back.
Finally she could stand it no more. Using her hind legs, she squeezed his head and pulled it into her. His nose and mouth buried themselves in her pussy. When his tongue parted her folds and entered inside her, she threw her head back. “Yes!” she cried, the word echoing around the cavern.
His slender, flexible tongue, reached deep inside her. It curled around and darted across her inner walls. It tasted of her succulent juices. It brought forth pleasure in her, moans a exclamations filled the cavern.
He licked inside her, sticking his tongue in deep. Pulling it back, he would lavish attention on her outer folds, around her sex. Then he would stick it back inside her, going as deep as he could.
Celestia writhed under his ministrations. He was right in that it had only been a year since they had last seen each other, but a year was a long time, even to her who had lived for thousands of them. She looked forward to their yearly meetings.
After several minutes spent pleasuring her, he pulled back. Fluids dripped off his chin, landing with wet plops on the rocks. She beckoned him forward with a hoof.
Crawling over her, he lay atop of her, his body pressing her into the floor. Her own tongue reached out, licking her juices off of him. She’d tasted herself before, a tangy taste.
She cleaned him off, her tongue running along his jaw. “That felt wonderful,” she said when she was done. Something hard was poking between her hind legs. “Allow me to return the favor.”
Wriggling her body, she slid down. When she got lower, she could see his length. It was poking out from between his scales. It was different from a pony’s, the wide, flared head was missing, replaced with a rounded tip. Rather than a mottled, fleshy length, it was one single color, the same color as his scales despite being flesh.
She gazed at it, drinking in the sight of it. As if it knew it was being watched, it twitched slightly. Reaching up with a hoof, she grasped the base of it. Taltos moaned softly.
Gingerly, she licked the head, her hoof running up and down the length. Her tongue may not be as flexible as his, unable to curl around the member, but she wasn’t going to let that hold her back.
As she pumped her hoof along his length, her tongue ran across the head. A slightly bitter taste filled her mouth, which only made her keep going. She drew her tongue along the underside of the shaft.
Taltos’ hips thrusted gently. Smiling, she continued to tease him, only drawing her tongue along his length, denying him the warmth and pleasure of her mouth. It was only fair after all, he’d done the same to her.
With her free hoof, she traced along his inner thighs. A dragon’s balls were tucked away underneath their scales, so in lieu of fondling them, she pleasured him in other ways.
His thrusting hips and moans became more insistent. With a chuckle, she opened her muzzle wide, slipping his member inside. As soon as the warm wetness encompassed him, he moaned loudly, his nearly collapsing on top of her.
She teased the head for a moment, before slowly sliding him further inside. His length slid into her muzzle as her tongue devoted attention to it. She licked it, caressed it. Her hoof pleasured what couldn’t fit into her mouth.
She savored his taste. While his mouth always tasted like rubies, his cock tasted of sapphires, almost like water. His seed tasted of jade. With a diet high in gems, he tasted like what he ate.
His hips thrust, trying to drive himself deeper into her muzzle. She bobbed her head, sliding him in and out, each thrust taking him just a little bit deeper. She’d never been able to take him in fully, but she could get him fairly deep.
As her throat muscles relaxed and got used to the intruder, he slid deeper still. Just over half his length was buried inside her. What wasn’t encompassed in the warmth was being taken care of by both her hooves now. Working in tandem, she pumped him.
The combination of her hooves and her mouth caused him to moan nearly as loud as she did. She was moaning as well, the vibrations causing him even more pleasure. The illicit sounds of their pleasure echoed around them.
Her head continued to bob, her lips closed tight around him. Her tongue ran along the length as it slid in and out of her mouth. His hips thrust forward and back, the two of them quickly falling into a matching rhythm.
As she sucked him, her mind emptied itself. All of the worries and cares about tomorrow faded away. For now, it was just the two of them, and the pleasure they shared.
After several minutes, she pulled back. His member twitched, a drop of his seed landing on her chin. Using her tongue, she licked it up, before wiggling her way upwards until they were face to face again.
Both of them were panting. They looked each other in the eyes, her rose-colored ones meeting his slitted green ones. She could feel the tip of his cock at her pussy, twitching, but he held back.
It was only when she wrapped her forehooves around his neck and nodded, that he pushed forwards. Slowly, his tip parted her folds and slid inside.
Her eyes closed and she moaned. This was what she wanted, what she needed. They’d done this before, so there was no need for him to wait. In one smooth motion, he slid inside her.
She could feel him inside, feel the tip as it slipped along her lubricated walls. It filled her up, driving deeper than any stallion could hope to. It stretched her out, sent jolts of pleasure rippling along her body.
He hilted himself inside her, the tip resting just below her cervix. They were a perfect match for each other.
She was ready, so there was no need to allow her time to adjust. Instead, he pulled back slowly, until just the tip was resting inside her. A sudden feeling of emptiness washed over her, causing her to moan at the loss.
Pushing forwards again, he slid back inside her. This time, her hips moved upwards, meeting his. She longed for, and relished, the feeling of him inside her.
“Yes,” she breathed out, drawing out the final sound into a hiss of pleasure, of excitement. “I’m yours, make it so,” she told him.
He didn’t say anything, only started thrusting, setting up a slow rhythm. Her hips moved of their own accord, coming up to meet his. Their flesh slapped against each other, filling the cavern with their lovemaking.
Her hooves stayed around his neck, while he rested one hand on her flank, tracing the outline of her cutie mark. The other hand gripped the back of her neck. Her mane flowed around his hand, his claws playing with the strands.
Their pace increased, growing quicker. The sounds grew louder, the slapping of flesh and the squish of fluids seeping out around his cock.
As their pace grew, so to did their pleasure. Celestia only stopped moaning to take in another breath. Each thrust sent pleasure arcing all along her body. Each time his hips hit hers, she rocked along the ground. Little pebbles were digging into her back, but she didn’t care. The small bits of uncomfortableness only added to her pleasure.
She was so wet that their lovemaking seemed frictionless. It was as if he was sliding around and only his strength and determination kept him from continuing endlessly.
Their frantic pace slowed, drawing out the pleasure. Celestia could feel a building orgasm, but she wasn’t quite there yet. Taltos knew this, compensating for it.
The claw along her cutie mark left, finding its way to her marehood. As he slowly pumped inside her, he found her clit, flicking it gently.
Her back arched and she moaned loudly. That little flick had sent a cascade of pleasures crashing down her body. “More,” she ordered him.
He gripped the little button between two claws, rolling it around and occasionally flicking it. Instantly, the pleasure she felt increased tenfold. No longer was she moaning, but nearly yelling. Her hips lost their rhythm, becoming uncoordinated.
He took up the slack, thrusting faster while still playing with her clit. She lay still, letting him do all the work, as all she could do was concentrate on what he was doing to her. Her hooves closed around his neck tighter, drawing him in for a kiss.
Her tongue forced his lips open, driving deep into his mouth. Without any effort, she batted away his own muscle, gaining dominance. Her moans spilled out past her lips and into his mouth, her heavy breaths blasting out her nose and across his cheek.
She could feel her pleasure building and building, begging for release. As his own thrusts grew frantic, his own release growing closer, he pressed down onto her clit with a single claw, hard.
The jolt of pain mixed with her pleasure, the two becoming indistinguishable from each other. That was the final push she needed. The dam broke inside of her and with a scream, her orgasm came rushing forth.
Wave after wave of pleasure surged over her. Her muscles clenched, her back arched. With a pomf of displaced air, her wings shot out, going stiff. Her voice lost all coherency, becoming only intermixed moans and screams.
She rode those waves, struggling to stay above them and not drown. The oncoming tide was strong. It had been so long since she’d last experienced something like this. She gave into the pleasure.
Her cries were loud enough that several pebbles were dislodged from the ceiling, dropping to the floor. The puddles of water on the floor gained ripples, insignificant next to the waves inside of her.
Just as she was coming down, as the tide of pleasure was receding, she felt Taltos stiffen up, releasing a cry. She knew what was coming, and braced for it.
The tip of his shaft flared inside her, and the first spurt of his seed splattered against her inner walls. The feeling of the warm, gooey substance inside her, coupled with the dregs of her last orgasm, immediately sent her over the edge into another.
The dragon flooded her pussy with his seed as she writhed in the throes of her second orgasm. She could feel it all inside her, the senses and pleasure heightened. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back, her muzzle releasing great moans.
Her inner walls were coated, but she didn’t care. There was no risk of pregnancy. She loved the feelings, the sensations, of the seed as it filled her.
Slowly, he pulled back. She let out a sigh as his length exited her. She could feel some of his seed dribbling out, getting into the coat around her pussy.
With an exhausted sigh, he collapsed next to her on his back. The two of them rested, starting up at the ceiling while the fire continued to crackle next to them.
“It’s tomorrow, isn’t it?” His voice broke the silence.
She knew what he was referring to. “It is. Tomorrow night, my sister will escape the moon.”
He put an arm around her. “You think she’ll be better?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice soft. “I hope that she is, that she’s released all that jealousy and anger inside of her.”
She felt herself being squeezed closer to him. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. I know that you miss her.”
“I do. I’ve missed her for the last thousand years.” She turned her head, giving him a kiss on his cheek. “You’ve helped with the pain, though.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment. She could see a frown on his face. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“This is the last time we’ll be doing this.” It wasn’t a question.
“What do you mean?”
He propped his head on an elbow, looking into her eyes. “We started doing this a thousand years ago, on the eve of the first anniversary after your sister’s banishment. Tell me, why did you approach me?”
Celestia was confused by the question, but answered it anyway. “I felt you were a kindred spirit. I’d just lost my sister and you’d just lost your brother.”
“There’s a difference. Your sister was banished to the moon. You always knew that she’d return someday. I killed my brother to prevent him from gathering the dragons and taking advantage of a still weak Equestria.”
He cupped her cheek in his hand, a claw tracing her lips. “I was young, and you were a beautiful Princess, offering herself to me. Now I’m old, and you’re still a beautiful Princess who hasn’t aged a day. Soon, I’ll pass on and you will continue as you always have. Only now you’ll have your sister back.”
A tear rolled its way down her cheek. “What are you saying?”
“Celestia, I love you. I have for a thousand years now. You’re beautiful and perfect. But you don’t love me back.”
“Of course I do,” she said. “I look forward to these meetings every year. For a thousand years I’ve been meeting you here on the same day.”
He shook his head. “You don’t love me. You saw in me someone who had suffered the same pain you had, and sought a comfort that only I could provide.” His claw moved from her cheek, wiping away another tear, and to her chest. It settled over her heart. “You were looking for a way to fill the hole in your heart. The hole created when you were forced to banish your sister.”
Celestia could feel tears running down her cheek. “What are you saying?” she asked again.
He sighed. “I’m saying that I could never fill that hole, only patch it up. That’s what these yearly meetings are about. For a thousand years I’ve let you use me. But now your sister is coming back, and she’ll be by your side again. That hole won’t be there any longer.”
He moved his hand back up to her face, wiping the tears there. “Don’t cry for me. I may not have known what I was getting into at first, but I figured it out a long time ago, even if you didn’t. I did what I did because I love you.”
She knew that he spoke the truth. She had heard about the dragons gathering, about a single dragon leading them against Equestria. She had gone to talk to him. Instead, she had found the dragon dead at his brother’s claws.
She had seen the pain Taltos had been in when he killed his brother. She recognized it as the pain she was feeling over losing Luna. She’d gone to him that night, seeking solace. They’d found it in each other, and each year on the eve of the Summer Sun Celebration, they met in this cavern.
They derived pleasure from each other’s bodies. When she was with him, the hole in her heart wasn’t there. Yet as soon as she left his company, the hole came back. Only it wasn’t over losing him, but over losing Luna.
He watched her face, her eyes. He could tell when she accepted the truth that he spoke. “Don’t cry, I knew what I was doing. Besides, I’m approaching the end of my life. Soon, I, too, will fade away into nothing. I can never fill the hole that Luna left in your heart, only she can do that. And soon, she will.”
Placing a kiss on her lips, a kiss that lingered only briefly, he stood up. “Go back to Canterlot and await your sister’s arrival. Hug her, tell her how much you missed her. And forgive her. Be the best sister you can. It’s my hope that I never see you again. Not because I don’t want to, but because if I do, it means that something went wrong.”
He moved over to the exit. A small sliver of sunlight still filtered in. “Goodbye, Celestia.” With that, he was gone.
Celestia held up a hoof, trying to stop him, but the words stuck in her throat. She didn’t know what to say. Instead, she lay on the rocks.
He was right and she knew it. She’d been using him for a thousand years. The fact that he had figured it out and still went along with it didn’t make her feel any better. He’d never taken a mate among the dragons, never had a family of his own. Instead he clung to his love of her, knowing that she didn’t return it. She felt lust for him, not love.
She stood up and gathered her royal garb, slipping them back on. She had to get back to Canterlot, there was still a lot to do before the Celebration, before Luna came back.
Striding out of the cavern and standing on the rocky outcropping, she looked at the horizon. Her sun was almost at the horizon. It was time to lower it and raise the moon.
Her eyes closed and her horn lit up. Reaching out with her magic, she grabbed the solar body and gave it a gentle tug. Slowly, it slipped past the horizon, darkness spilling out across the land.
Her magic left the sun, dipping below the opposite horizon and finding the moon, waiting there. Another tug and it slid into the sky, a silver glow falling across Equestria. On the surface of the moon, the picture of the mare that had haunted her for a thousand years still stood. Tomorrow night, the picture would be gone, hopefully forever.
Celestia spread her wings, taking off and heading towards Canterlot. She was sad that she’d never see Taltos again, but she knew why he did it. Once Luna came back, that hole in her heart she was trying to fill with his presence, would be full. What he said, what he did, made sense.
Flying across the land once more, she took his words to heart. She’d get Luna back, and hug her. She’d forgive her sister. Once again, she’d be whole inside.
Author's Note
I hope you enjoy this.
