“Well?” Threnody repeated when Celestia did not reply.

Celestia remained silent and thought about her next words. She was a powerful leader of what was once a mighty and powerful nation, and here she was being put on the spot by a filly. Cold fear made Celestia’s belly prickle and made her spine tingle. Threnody looked like a very different creature right now, her eyes wide and fierce. It was distracting and made it very difficult to think. Celestia drew in a deep breath, focused her mind, and bared her heart.

“Your father’s happiness means a great deal to me, I must confess. There is a good chance I would place it above my own,” admitted Celestia while her wings fluttered and her ears twitched nervously.

Hickory took a deep breath and sighed, nearly passing out right there on the spot. The earth pony colt had a hard time understand just how he had ended up in the position he was in, being a servant one moment and hearing about the love lives of nobles the next. All because of Threnody.

“Do not abuse his service, his worship, or his adoration of you and you may have my blessing,” Threnody stated, still looking Celestia in the eye.

“I will try to be worthy of those things,” said Celestia, her voice small and unsteady. Celestia suddenly felt very self conscious, desperately wanting Threnody’s approval. She could not figure out why she wanted Threnody’s approval so badly. “I find myself thinking of your father at times. Thoughts that are less than chaste. I find myself attracted to his solidness and his ability to endure. I will confess that there are moments I have longed for his closeness. He is a source of comfort for me,” confessed Celesta to Threnody

“One word of any of this to anypony Hickory, and I will do unspeakble things to you,” Threnody warned her future mate.

“My lips are sealed. I know better than to drop pony flops where I eat,” Hickory replied.

“I am gladdened by the idea of Hickory wanting to earn my trust,” Celestia said, looking at the earth pony colt. “Seeing as how we might be family. You would be my son in law.”

Hickory gulped.

“That is going to make things uncomfortably political,” Threnody said, stating the obvious.

“Threnody, keep him safe in your sanctuary. I have powerful wards in place that prevent intruding unicorns. Hickory, I am sorry, but I fear there will never be stairs to your quarters,” Celestia said.

“I understand,” Hickory replied.

“So we are to be a family then,” summarised Threnody as she took in every word being spoken.

“Some foals would be nice after all of the death and the horror, I do hope you will share them with me,” Celestia said in small meek voice.

“Of course. Foals would be nice. Hickory, are you willing do your part to aid in the reconstruction efforts?” asked Threnody with a raised eyebrow and a suggestive wink.

Hickory nodded enthusiastically, looked at Celestia, realised what he was doing, froze, and blushed with embarrassment.

Once again, Celestia found herself laughing.

Coronach stumbled around the room, struggling to remain on his legs. Celestia held him aloft as she had always done, but today, much of his weight had been placed on his legs at his own request. He took trembling wobbly steps, very much like a newborn foal trying to walk for the first time.

They were alone. Festus was gone, and there was no sign of Heat Stroke. Threnody was somewhere else. Coronach was keenly aware that he was alone with Celestia, and he felt flustered about it without understanding why.

“Threnody wants you there tonight when she is bonded,” said Celestia as she watched Coronach work to keep his footing.

“I know,” Coronach grunted, his concentration clearly somewhere else.

“She has given me her blessing for our marriage,” Celestia announced.

Coronach did not reply, but did flutter his wings, extending them outwards and trying to stretch the taut tendons just a little bit. There was a faint whimper of pain that would be inaudible to anything but a lunar pegasus… or an alicorn.

The grizzled lunar pegasus became aware of something warm near his side. He turned his head and echolocated, sensing something large. “Your Grace?” he asked, knowing the alicorn was near him and that he had not strayed too near the fire.

“I- I wanted to be close to you,” Celestia confirmed, her voice near Coronach’s ear. “If we are to be wed, shouldn’t we be at least a little familiar with one another?” Celestia asked.

“Eeeeeh,” Coronach gasped, stumbling, trying to move away.

“Oh come on, you cannot be shy about these things. I know you have been near mares before. You have Threnody,” Celestia complained as she kept pace with Coronach.

The lunar pegasus let out an alarmed series of squeals, clicks, and pops as he tried to get his bearings and figure out how to escape the alicorn that was entirely to close for comfort.

“Do I have to order you to give me some attention?” Celestia snapped.

“You can try, I can refuse,” Coronach replied, wobbling away and veering close to a wall.

“You would refuse me comfort? You would disobey a direct command?” Celestia asked insistently.

Coronach did not reply but made a confused series of clicks and pops to once again try to get his bearings.

“Look, I thought we had agreed that we would attempt to woo one another… I even kissed you!” Celestia said as she pulled the lunar pegasus closer to her with her magic.

“You agreed, and then you kissed me, and I still don’t know what to do about this,” Coronach replied, trying to squirm away. “We are not on equal footing. I am yours to command, and you exist above me.”

“It was a nice kiss… I liked it. Did you like it?” Celestia inquired.

Coronach did not reply, realising there was no good answer. Saying no would make his Princess upset, saying yes would only encourage future intrusions upon his body.

“Look, after watching Threnody and Hickory with one another, I just want to feel a warm body against mine… and maybe a kiss?” whispered Celestia, her words expressing a vast feeling of vulnerability. “I am so lonesome… I do not have my sister. I have no one to comfort me. I need somebody I can confide in and be close to. I cannot deal with these pressures all alone.”

“Go hug Threnody?” Coronach suggested.

A moment later, Coronach felt himself being hurled through the air, soaring across the room, and he landed on the bed with a surprising but frightening gentleness. The sounds of his echolocation filled the room as he tried to figure out what was happening. He felt something land on the bed next to him.

“So then, it isn’t enough to woo you, or simply take you, is it to be conquest then?” Celestia shouted in an imperious voice. “I like this arrangement actually. Resist me Coronach, force me to subjugate you and I WILL!” spoke Celestia, slipping into the royal Voice.

“Oh bugger,” Coronach swore, trying to squirm away, his body not having enough strength on its own to do so. He felt a weight collapse down upon him, and two forelegs wrapping around his barrel. Her grasp was crushing but gentle, fierce but kind, and while it hurt, it was mostly the promise of hurt and more to come if he resisted.

Supine, and stuck on his back, he could feel parts of her brush up against him as they lay belly to belly. A warm radiant heat flooded from the velvet expanses of her belly into his own.

He heard a gasp from Celestia as she settled on top of him, pressing him down and embracing him. Her body was slender, long, and warm. He could feel her swanlike neck against his own. He could feel her breathing in his ear. He lay as still a possible, frozen in fear, never once learning the protocol of what to do if your monarch suddenly pins you down and forcibly mounts you. This was never covered in the service academy.

Her warmth was soothing against his many pain filled and aching places. Quite against his own will, his body betrayed him, squirming and trying to settle the mare above him closer. Her teats radiated heat like a furnace, and they pressed into the soft expanses of skin on either side of his hip joints. He let out a gasp as she settled into place, her body fitting against his like a second skin.

Even with his own mate, Coronach had never been in an embrace this intimate. He felt Celestia’s head resting on the bed near his own, her cheek against his. He could feel her breathing.

Part of his brain wished he had the strength to roll over and take her, performing his own act of conquest, making her cry out and beg for mercy. Another part of him was content to simply have her close, her warmth seeping into his aching joints. He felt guilty for wanting to conquer his monarch.

“Is this what it feels like to have the sun shine upon you?” Coronach asked.

“Perhaps,” Celestia replied in a hushed whisper.

“Then I wish to feel the sun,” Coronach replied, curious as to why he was not more aroused by a mare sprawling over him. He hadn’t even began to bulge or peek out from his sheath. This simply felt good as it was. He began to worry if he was still capable of the act.

“You cannot,” Celestia replied sadly. “You are a creature of shadow. A beast of the night. The sun will always feel cold to you.”

“But I need to feel this warmth,” Coronach confessed, Celestia’s heat radiating into his inner core, flooding him with a warmth he had never experienced. He feebly raised on foreleg and wrapped it around Celestia’s neck, where it hung limply.

“I had forgotten what this was like,” admitted Celestia as she stretched and squirmed along Coronach’s large scar covered mass. “To have a warm body pressed up against you in such an intimate way. To feel everything, every intimate difference between our male and female forms so tightly enmeshed together. To feel hot inviting flesh, to feel the blood of another pumping beneath that flesh, to feel muscle, sinew, and flesh writhe against you.”

Coronach felt something searingly hot and damp pressed up against his scrotum, it was held in place for a moment and then it was ground against him a few times, a slow deliberate back and forth gesture. And then, it stopped, still pressed up against him tightly. Celestia shuddered, trembled, and shivered above him, drawing in a long hissing breath. He felt a dribble of liquid trail down the soft flesh of sack, down along his pucker, and then collect in the hollow just beneath his dock.

“Your Majesty, this is improper, we should be wed before continuing,” Coronach protested.

“Damn you and your sense of duty,” Celestia spat. She continued to press against him and did not pull away, panting and emitting faint whimpers as she remained pressed tightly up against him with her moist folds. “Just let me hold you then,” she begged.

Coronach did not reply, but lifted his other foreleg and draped it over her withers. Her body was small and slender compared to his, her barrel a quarter of the size of his own. While she was taller than he was when standing, she was but a small fraction of his bulk and mass.

Using his snoot, he began to feel along her neck, up along her jawline, snuffling and snorting as his snoot traveled along her flesh, eventually finding the corner of her mouth. He pressed his lips against her own, and she turned her head to get a better angle as the blind pony found his way to her mouth. His lips were as hard and covered in scars as the rest of him, and Celestia found she did not care. They were warm, and pressed against hers, the first in such a long time.

Coronach realised the Sun Goddess radiated heat. It was simply part of her nature. Her breath was searing as it traveled down his throat, her quick gasps becoming hotter and hotter as her breathing increased, her panting heaves increasing in pace.

Celestia’s tongue was like a branding iron in his mouth. When it touched the roof of his mouth, Coronach nearly cried out.

And then, the kiss ended as the two pulled apart. Celestia rested her head down upon the bed next to Coronach’s, content to simply be near him.

“Getting you too aroused might be a bad idea,” Celestia murmured. “I want you well when I make my conquest of you and I will wait until we are wed. For now, I am content to hold you and feel your body. I refuse to believe this is wrong.”

“It is certainly an effective means of pain relief,” Coronach whispered. “It is like having hot rocks placed into your bed.”

“I do hope you will forgive me for relieving my frustrations against your flesh Coronach,” whispered Celestia in a heated voice.

“You mean you…” Coronach asked.

“When I felt your warmth against me it was too much. I released. I hope you will forgive me. It was selfish,” Celestia admitted.

“Think nothing of it,” Coronach said, feeling an odd emotion creep through his flesh as his monarch continued to sprawl atop him.

Author's Note

Erotica! Say it with me, erotica.

This is art, not pornography.

Anyhow, discussion is encouraged. I'd like to know that what I am writing is being read. Thanks.

Let me know if I screwed up anywhere. I fixed dozens of errors, but may have missed a few.