One Night with Celestia

Lavender Bloom was your typical earth pony who worked at the Canterlot castle as a groundskeeper. He briefly saw Celestia in person a few times during his shift. She would always smile at him whenever he passed her by, but she always looked like she was busy with something to really stop and talk. He knew he didn’t have a chance with her. She was way out of his league, and could probably have any stallion in Equestria if she wanted. It would most likely be someone of royalty like a prince or a king, however, that didn’t stop him from fantasizing.

One day like any other day, he was working his usual graveyard shift at the castle. He liked that shift since the majority of the other staff had left for the day, leaving just him and a handful of other workers as a skeleton crew for the night. He liked the peace and quiet.

Celestia was almost finished for the day. She was in the middle of a rather dull meeting with a stallion that she really could not stand. He was one of the delegates from a land beyond the borders of Equestria. Most delegates like him were fine, but he had this pretentious attitude that rubbed Celestia the wrong way. She hated dealing with him, but tolerated him because she wanted to be professional and courteous.

The meeting was finally over; Celestia breathed a quiet sigh of relief. She put on a forced smile as she escorted the stallion and his cohorts out the door so they could be on their way. Once the last of his minions was out of her office, she shut the door a little harder than she intended.

“Asshole,” she muttered to herself in a rather annoyed tone.

She was glad to have that over with; dealing with someone like him was not how she wanted to close out her day. The only thing she had left to do now was lower the sun for the day, and then she could retire to her bedroom for some much needed rest. She barely got to the middle of her office before a knock came out her office door.

She inhaled sharply through her nose, a bit of rage welling up inside her. It never failed, always when she was about leave.

“Come in,” she slowly exhaled.

A dark green mare opened the door and stuck her head in. Celestia knew what she was going to say and interrupted the mare before she had a chance to speak.

“Okay, he has been bugging me about that all week. Tell him I don’t care how he handles it, just handle it!” Celestia ordered. “That is why he is in charge of that town, not me.”

“Yes, ma’am, anything else you want me to tell him?” the mare asked.

Celestia resisted the urge to say ‘yeah, tell him to go fuck himself’.

“No,” Celestia answered.

The mare departed, closing the door behind her. Celestia went out to the balcony where Luna was waiting for her to lower the sun. Luna opened her mouth to say something, more than likely some sarcastic remark, but Celestia cut her off.

“Luna, don’t start with me,” she said, brashly.

Luna didn’t say anything, instead, just grinned at her sister. She could tell Celestia was having a bad day.

A golden aura surrounded Celestia’s horn as she began casting the spell to lower the sun so Luna may raise the moon for the night. Slowly, the giant ball of light disappeared behind the horizon. Seeing that her task was done, she spun around and went back into the office without saying another word to Luna. There was one last thing she needed to look up before calling it a day. She rummaged through the filing cabinet that held all of the personnel documents for everyone employed in the castle. She was looking for a certain pony and wanted to see if he was working tonight.

Lavender was heading down a hallway to take care of another one his tasks. He didn’t really pay attention too much when he walked around the castle at this time of night since he expected almost everyone to be gone by now. As he rounded a corner, he had to quickly come to a stop to avoid face planting into the white horse that stood mere inches in front of him.

“Your highness!” he said as a quickly bowed his head.

“It’s quite alright,” Celestia smiled. “I was actually looking for you.”

Lavender raised his head, a bit perplexed as to why she was looking for him.

“I hear you have some massage experience,” she said.

“Yes, a fair bit, ma’am,” he still wondered what she was getting at.

“Good. I am in need of your services,” she said. “Follow me.”

She began to walk back to her private quarters escorting Lavender along the way. In his mind he was analyzing what had just happened. Why him? She had to have her own personal masseuse on hoof.

They entered her private quarters; a grand spectacle to behold. A giant bed sat at the far end of the room, which was adorned with white sheets with gold trim. Translucent white curtains hung from the bed posts that almost seemed to reach all the way to the ceiling. Two giant windows flanked the bed, both with curtains that matched the bed sheets. Mahogany bookcases that were filled to the brim with books occupied the remaining walls. Off to the right was the door to Celestia’s master bathroom. To top it all off, a crystal and golden chandelier hung from the ceiling in the center of the room.
“I apologize for the short notice, but I could really use a massage right now,” she said as she lied down on a small couch at the foot of her bed. It felt good to finally be off her hooves.

“I don’t mind at all ma’am,” he replied.

“You don’t have to be so formal,” she took off her necklace and crown, then levitated them over to the nightstand next to the bed. Her four horseshoes followed next.

“Okay. Nothing to this. It’s just a massage. She’s just another client just like back when I worked at the spa,” he thought as he took up his position next to her.

He started with her upper back, gently working out the knots she had in her muscles, which she had plenty of. Life of the Equestrian ruler was very stressful. She rarely ever had any free time to herself. In addition to raising the sun every morning, her typical day was filled with various important meetings and events that all required her presence. These busy days took their toll on her.

He slowly worked his way down her back, being careful not to go too far down. That was the last thing he needed, for her to think he’s taking advantage of this situation to live out some lustful fantasy.

“Don’t be afraid to go lower,” she said, almost reading his mind. “That’s where a lot of the stress is.”

Upon hearing the okay from the princess, he began to massage her lower back and the area around where her cutie mark was.

“Oh, that feels so good,” her body relaxed.

He was careful to avoid where his eyes landed since he was working around her private area, but some slip-ups still occurred. He thought he had spotted a bead of clear liquid running down the inside of her thigh.

“What?” he thought, a little confused. “Is my massage turning her on?” he quickly snapped his eyes back up. “No! Stop thinking like that! She’s not that kind of mare.”

Once he was finished, she flipped over onto her back. The awkwardness level went up a little since she was now able to look right at him.

“You did so well with my back, let’s see how you do with the front,” she said, laying her head back.

As he started massaging her upper chest, she closed her eyes. This made his awkward feelings subside, but only by a bit. Just like with her back, he massaged the knots out of her muscles. It seemed there were just as many on the front as on the back. He thought back to what he saw before and tried to keep his eyes off her private area, especially now since she could open her eyes at any moment and catch him staring. It still perplexed him though; his massaging was okay, but he didn’t know it was that good. It confounded him a little more while he was working on her lower abdomen; he thought he heard her let out a soft moan. Maybe she was enjoying this more than he thought.

Even though he berated himself for it earlier, his eyes wandered down toward her lower reaches once again. It was hard to avoid not looking down there since he was working on her lower abdomen. What had started off as a single bead of liquid had now made the entire area damp with moisture. It almost looked like she wet herself, but Lavender knew that wasn’t the cause.

“Dammit, Lavender, get your fuckin’ eyes off her!” he thought, berating himself once more.

Staring at her private area was the least of his worries right now as her scent began wafting up toward his nostrils, a scent similar to a mare in heat. It invoked primal thoughts of lust. He now focused all of his willpower on one thing, not getting an erection. If that happened, there was no way he would live that down. If she caught him, he could probably make it to the door before she threw something at him or used her magic to immobilize him. Even if he did get away, she would probably file sexual harassment charges against him, but that would be the worst case scenario he hoped. It still would be an embarrassing mark on his reputation: got an erection while giving Princess Celestia a massage. He could never show his face in Canterlot ever again if word of that got out.

He was worrying about these worst case scenarios too much; right now, he just focused on finishing the massage so he could quickly leave. His battle with the lustful thoughts in his head proved victorious; at least now it wasn’t going to be his penis that embarrassed him.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he finished with the massage. Celestia’s eyes were still closed; so, he wondered if she had relaxed enough to fall asleep. If that were the case, he would quietly show himself out and continue on with his tasks for the night. A hoof touched him on the shoulder as he started to leave. His heart sank as it did; the worst case scenarios flooded back into his mind.

“Wait, I’m not finished with you yet,” she said, opening her eyes. “The massage was great, but I still need you for one more thing,” she flashed a bit of grin as she pulled herself off the couch, almost as if she had something sinister planned.

“Now,” she said, her muzzle just inches away from his. “Make love to me.”