Staring Into the Sun

Of History and Projects

A Celestia in the Vogonverse Story

My eyes lifted up to see Thomas staring at me from across the room. The plans I had asked Alfie to find for me only stated the obvious. The Stacks were little more than a temporary way of fixing the overpopulation problem. Instead of creating a more stable home for those living in those terrible conditions the ones in charge had simply left them there. I wished that I could say that was the worst of it, but there was those who took advantage of the ones living there. Using the conditions they lived in as a way to convince them into a life that was only marginally better, and even that was a stretch to believe.

I didn’t want to believe that Thomas was somepony like that, but I had watched him sell the idea of his privatized farms as a means of getting something better out of life. He told them that they would have a chance to live somewhere that wouldn’t collapse, to earn a decent wage, and to maybe find a scrap of happiness. I wanted to believe him. I truly did, but hearing the things I heard about the Corporate Farms, and then hearing that Thomas’ own far wasn’t that different… I had to remind myself that Thomas was like the well meaning nobles of Canterlot.

“What’s bothering you?” he asked.

“These living conditions those poor families are living in are terrible. There is no way they can truly protect themselves or find peace,” I replied.

“At least they have a chance with Rider Farms,” he stated.

“Thomas, are your farms ran like the Corporate Farms?” I asked.

He sighed, looked at the floor, and then back at me.

“I suppose they are similar to them. I try not to treat the employees I have on the farms like disposable tools, and I try to make my quotas reasonable, but it is hard work,” he replied.

“Do they pay rent to you?” I asked.

He stood up and looked away from me. I could tell by the way he was standing that he knew the question had a double meaning.

“What do you want me to say Celestia? In order to compete with the Corporate Farms I have to run things a certain way. I have to. If I don’t then I will fall behind, and Rider Farms will lose the foothold I’ve worked so hard to gain,” he said.

“Is having that foothold worth the suffering of others? Is that what you want your legecy to be?” I asked.

He turned toward me and I was reminded of General Hurricane. The Pegasus was bullheaded, sure of his actions, and certain that what he was doing was in the best interest of everypony. The fact that the Earth Ponies suffered for it was reasonable in his eyes because their suffering was ensuring a better world. It wasn’t until we had a very long talk that he reconsidered what he was doing.

I wondered if Thomas was more bullheaded than Hurricane.

“I’m providing cheap food for billions. Rider Farms are feeding billions of people who have to rely on Government handouts. My farms are doing more good than harm,” he said.

I walked toward him, my hand reached out, touched his cheek. He held it and I looked into his eyes. I could see the anguish inside of them. The knowledge that he was hurting so many was wounding him, but the comfort that he was helping so many more made it bearable. I didn’t like what I was going to have to say, but it needed to be said.

“Thomas, there could be a better way of doing this. You could offer them free lodging until they were able to earn enough to build their own homes, or rent their own homes outside of the farms,” I said.

“No, if I did that I would lose my foothold in days,” he replied.

I saw it there. The flicker of doubt. If I pressed, if I tried to reach him perhaps he could reconsider.

“What would it hurt to try? Begin with one farm. Chose one, just one, and see how it works. If it goes over well then continue it. If nothing else you could ease your burden,” I said.

He looked at me and finally he nodded. He leaned forward and I held him. I could feel how weary he was. The insufferable smartalic he had been was a front. One designed to keep others out. It was something I had seen in several of my subjects. I held his hand and walked with him to his room. Together we sat on his bed, and then I felt him put an arm around me. He pulled me to him and I felt his lips on my own. The action caught me by surprise. I felt my wings shootout and expand to their full length.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

I gave him a small smile and returned the kiss. It was soft, sweet, and loving. I also felt myself doing something else I hadn’t done in so long. I felt myself going into estrus. I could feel my need clouding my mind. I liked Thomas, and I was beginning to trust him. With no other recourse, and with no other options I kissed him harder. I felt his lips open and I dove into them. I drank from his taste like a mare would drink from a creek if she had been dying of thirst. My need commanded me, and at this moment I was little more than it’s slave.

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My hands went to his shirt, working it up and off. I took in his scent. The smell of his bodywash, the natural musk he had, and then the rich scent of him being male. I felt his hands grasping my breasts. Without any hesitation I removed the silk blouse and bra. I felt his hands going down to my pants and I allowed him to take them down. He kissed down my neck, his teeth lightly grazing my fur covered skin, and then his wonderful hands caressing my cutie marks.

He gave me a slight squeeze. I let out a soft moan as I felt his lips touch a nipple. He sucked it in, and I held his head there.

“Thomas,” I whimpered.

He pulled back, and I looked down into the eyes looking back at me.

“I want you,” he said.

There was no hiding what was there. There was no denying that we cared for each other, but this wasn’t about love. This was about need. I needed to satisify my urge, and Thomas needed help to be healed. Perhaps we could do this for each other. Perhaps we could find a way of helping one another. His lips moved further down me, and I felt the first flicker of his tongue inside of me.

“Please,” I asked.

He obeyed the mostly wordless request. His tongue working into me, licking me, suckling from inside of me like a starved animal. My hands found his head, pushing him harder against me. I let moan after moan escape me, and a moment later he was above me. I felt him pressing against me.

“Do you want it?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Tell me,” he said.

“I want it. I want you. I want to feel you inside of me, I want to be ravished by you, I WANT YOU!” I said in the royal canterlot voice.

If the voice bothered him he showed no signs. Instead he pressed into me. A moan escaped me as I felt him pushing into me, and then there was something there that shouldn’t have been. I felt him press completely into me, and part of me realized that I had lost my virginity. It was gone, forever lost, and another part of me looked at this human stallion with so much need. I rolled my hips forward. My thrusts meeting his, and soon the sounds of our mating echoed through the room.

He turned me over, having me rest on my knees, and in that moment I was just a mare. A mare being taken by a stallion. There was no royal agendas, no need to impress anyone but the stallion that was driving into me. I lifted my head and moaned out his name.

“You feel so good,” he said through huffs, grunts, and moans.

“More, I desire more!” I cried.

He lifted me against him. His hands covering my breasts, his mouth biting on my shoulder.

“Do you love me?” I asked.

“Yes!” he cried.

“Will you do anything for me?” I moaned.

“Yes!” he cried out again.

“Then fill me,” I moaned out.

He felt him thrust hard into me. For a moment there was only the twitching of his stallionhood, but soon it exploded inside of me. We fell forward. Both of us breathing hard.

Author's Note

(And that’s where this is stopping. Yeah… For those of you were wondering… Celestia and Thomas are pretty much that kind of couple. The kind who like each other, and maybe even have a few good shaggings together, but you kind of wonder if that’s all that there really is between them. It could be, or perhaps it will be something more.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

LF)