I Will Wait.

I was standing on the edge of my balcony with a look of skepticism and a harsh brew of cider wetting my dry airway. The bitterness would make any man cringe in disgust, as I just discovered, before blanketing the explosion of taste buds with a sweetness that matches the perfection of Applejack's apples.

This had to have been my fourth mug for the broken night of my chance with Celestia. The need to be with her again no longer rested in my shattered heart, a small beat from it continued its repeat with the torn pity I have given to myself.

Remaining in the shadows of my suffering, wearing the darkness with my boxers, I stopped my trickling with the unforgiving flood of alcohol. My loneliness was my only friend through the young and torturous night my sister-in-law paints for us.

"I rejected her." I chuckled skeptically, disbelieving how I pushed my own wife when we kissed. "I rejected my own wife. Have I lost my fucking mind?"

"Most likely you've become a fucking idiot." a familiar part of me spat inconsolably. "After all the bullshit you went through I would expect you to have been man enough to take her back."

There it was...that ghost.

It was all fine and dandy to listen to him when I felt alone or lost, but overtime I came to the realization of how annoying he is. He never leaves me be when it comes to these terrible moments. It is rare to hear him speak to me, but the moments he rears his ugly face to me is during my desire to drown in alcohol.

It's like I'm his property, his little bitch that he never tires of. And even though he is just an image in the reflection, a voice that is opposite of me, my weakest moments are the most desired for someone to save me from this punishment I do not deserve.

I've read in articles that numerous ponies witnessed a side of me that I do no recall, a side of me that is belligerent, angry, crude, and worst of all...spiteful.

"Must you annoy now?" I mumbled, retreating into my bedroom and standing before my mirror, revealing a ghastly figure next to me with his shadowy hand over my shoulder.

"Oh come on ol'pal." he laughed irritably, mocking me with how he is free from the tortures of love. "Don't be like that when I'm all you got. After all, we're two of the same kind, we go together like peanut butter and jelly."

"You're nothing more than the things I am not." I replied coldly. "So do not compare me to you when I am nothing like the monster I could have been on that day. Do not compare me to you at all."

"Big words from a little man that rejected his reborn wife. You say you're a great man but all you do is watch her from a distance and continue doing her job. Deny it all you want pal, but you and I are the same, and soon enough that empty feeling will make you do what you're too afraid to do."

I turned around with the intention to break his teeth. But his ghostly façade reminded me how impossible it is to punch a ghost, especially when the darkness fazes around my arm.

"Don't patronize me about what I do and don't!" I scathed, denying what we know is impending. "Whether or not she returns to me or not is none of your concern. So take your words of false and leave them where they belong...in your foul body."

To my dismay and suffering I listened to his bold and haunting cackle before he disappeared from my watery eyes.

It tires me...

"Keep fighting as much as you want, but remember that her rebirth...is all... your...fault."

Gone as a whisper in the dark, the man I should have been leaves me to fall apart in the trance of my own crime. The cold and unmovable tile claps under my knees as I claw at my head with nothing left to fight the truth.

Apparently it amused him when I broke down into this pathetic mess, but the cackling he gave off indicated more to the matter of my mind finally snapping at the repeating memory of what I have kept to myself for so long.

Discord, Twilight, Luna, they had the right to know about what happened to Tia.

But I kept it from them...because of a promise.

Do not blame yourself, my love.

"But I DO blame myself!" I screamed with violent punching to the floor; the laughter of my guilt vanishing. "It's all MY FAULT that you were reborn. I should have said no, I should have denied your gift and let myself die naturally!"

I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes to hold in the moment of my pain. My fists shake the foundation of this castle, alarming those that awake, while the cratering of stone drips with blood and torn skin.

Nothing my magic can't handle, nothing her magic can't handle.

And yet I feel unsatisfied with sending this pain through my arms. I feel that breaking my fists would prove inadequate for the selfishness I hold, so I do what sees best to truly thrust myself into true agony.

"Dammit!" I growled, and with the mirror in my sight I...I...

(Glass Shattering)

...

I felt unsure as to how long I laid motionless in glass. My tears felt mixed with the blood seeping across my forehead as the clicking of my door startled me with its sudden burst.

All I could see through my dizziness is a frightened angel darting towards me before stopping with something soft across my back. Despite my struggle to tempt the final leap, the hooves I miss so much force me to stay against the wall I was dragged to.

As for who it was; well let me just say that the anger behind it mentally struck me while the intense growth of a sting lashed across my cheek.

The voice being so...so-

"Stop it!" she screamed so desperately. "Stop it right now. This is not the king I know, this is not my teacher, this...THIS ISN'T THE MAN I LOVE!"

Was it the pain that sobered me up?

No.

Was it the sorrow anger in this mare?

Definitely not.

What brought me back to reality was the surprise kiss that crashed into my lips with a familiar love behind them. And before I could to stop this overflow of heat and tenderness, the two hooves that pushed me down added with the weight of someone straddling me and hugging me close with wings.

I was free for but moment when the fur brushed my lips, free to think and process what exactly has found itself to me. Though I reigned over this castle with a kind and loving nature, and a fist of iron, defeat sat imminent with how strongly I was straddled and hugged.

When finally I recognized where this old feeling came from and looked away before it can return and take me over with its irresistible love. Until the gentle sobs, her gentle sobs...bring me back to what is most important in my life.

The loving, confident, goofy mare I laugh with sits on me with tears that fall out of love for me, love that I cannot being more than what it should be.

So young and vibrant in her new life, yet still wiser than me.

Goes to show how foolish I am.

"I don't care." she whimpers. "I don't care if I'm reborn, I love you and still want to be with you."

I merely gasped at the nestling mare, although I did have some happiness over her calming down and stating the unexpected.

But still there was the sheer fact of her barely reaching adulthood while I am a grown man at the age of 123. Eternity is what we have, but the gap of our age, the change in her soul and mind tells me otherwise.

Celestia was my wife and true love, my queen, my best friend and enemy on some occasions. So for this younger mare to be on me with such familiar intentions made me slightly cringe in recognition as to how separate we are.

"You can't be with me, you're too young and-"

"I don't care!" she screeched, surprising me with her Royal Canterlot Voice.

She stood on her hind legs, and faster than I could process, helped me up. Celestia's wings still held me close as she helped me stand on my own two feet; her mirth returning with that spark in her eye giving off more than what I needed.

I tried to figure out what it is that made her smile, but found it to be too late to think when the alicorn is taking me to the bed with her magic.

Unwilling is the word that came to mind when Celestia did this, but she didn't care since the key to her prize is one little piece of clothing needing to come off. After what seemed to be an eternity of wonder, Celestia lifted herself to the bed and quickened my shackling with the overlay of her slim and supple body.

I tried to push her off but her kisses proved how weak I am against the love she has for me, even in a new life. I felt her tongue flicking mine before wrestling for allowance to my return, allowance that I instinctively gave with the passionate war for dominance.

Though I felt pathetic with this defeat, my life ignited with the slow entangling of our love ensnaring my mind to other purposes.

It must hurt her to see me cry like this, to break down in need of her love, but after eighteen years of enduring the distance...I fell into her.

"Celestia..." I started in her chest, the guilt of my actions now matting her fur. "That stallion, that...that coltfriend of yours...it hurt so much to see you with him. Even if you don't remember anything...it-it hurt to see you with him!"

She put her right hoof to my chin, lifting it so that our lips locked again so tentatively, before nestling into my neck and sighing happily.

"I know, my king, but I must admit that I am saddened that you did nothing to take me from him. The need to be around you, your cheesy jokes I laugh at, even the kiss I gave you on your birthday, I had thought that maybe you would take me for yourself."

I looked up as she ended with another small peck to my lips, the confusion I felt before returned to the front of my mind. But the same muzzle that licked me so lovingly snapped me out of my thoughts.

To my surprise I felt something I had not for a long time.

I felt...inconsiderate.

"You mean you were-"

"Ever since I was a filly I had a crush on you." she interrupted while twirling a hoof around one my of my pecks. "From the first day I became your student I made it my goal to impress you, to make you happy, to make you fall for me."

She inhaled desperately through her hiccups before licking my lips.

"You may be our king, our symbol of peace, but I see how much you hurt when you sit alone in the throne chair and stare at the crown I...she use to wear. And though I am not the Celestia you once knew, the one that remembers everything, I...I want to be with you because...I love you."

I hadn't realized it just yet but Celestia was rubbing a more sensitive spot that only one mare has ever touched in my entire life. It didn't register until I felt the long awaited growth of heat and length worm its way out of the split in my boxers.

"I'm not the Celestia you know." she crooned with a saucy gaze. "But I am the Celestia that can't live without you, nor go another day knowing that you, my king, continue hurting yourself to make me free and happy."

"It's what you deserve most. A freedom that doesn't involve me shackling you to my needs and wants." I said smoothly through the bitter taste.

She giggled into my neck and placed a soft and long kiss to it; her touch still the same addiction that makes me gasp and hold her even closer to me.

A paradise that's been shut on me for so long.

"Maybe I don't want to be free." she admitted, causing more of my breaths to tense with her trace of nibble. "Maybe I want to be shackled to you, maybe I want to fulfill your needs and wants."

She quickly rolled onto my waistline and pressed her hooves against my chest. I haven't been put under a mare in so long that it wasn't familiar to me. It was uncomfortable to not feel reminded of this, of Tia's gentle and torturous session of sitting on top of me until she gets what she wants.

I cocked an eyebrow at her for this, wondering where exactly this young princess is going with her intentions.

"I want you so badly, don't you want me...my love?" Celestia asked sultrily.

I found myself silenced by the near invisible pull in my heart but relaxed with her soft nuzzling against my cheek. The tender bristling made it impossible to push away with what little I have left, causing the battle to be in her favor.

"Please don't cry anymore, my king. You have nothing to be sad about anymore, for I am here now."

"Every day, I choked, feeling her forehead against mine. "Every single day I have regretted being what I am now. I have regretted being the cause of your rebirth, hoping that someone or something would kill me."

"So it is true...she...I...shared my immortality with you, causing my rebirth to accelerate?" she asked without letting go of her smile.

"Of course it's true. If I had not accepted that gift then you would still be you and better off without-" I was stopped by an unforgiving pain across my cheek, forced to flail my head to the right with a loud slap my ears.

I had yet to notice how painful it felt, my mind staying on target with the sudden intensity of her anger.

"Don't!" she snapped. "Don't you ever say that again because it isn't true. Either way, I would still be as I am now because alicorns are reborn sooner or later. And if you were not around, then...then I would be alone and unloved by another...forever."

I hadn't thought of it that way. In all honesty I felt that Equestria is better off without a damn monster like me for a king. After all, I am the cause of Celestia aging faster and dying sooner than she should.

If I had not accepted her gift, then the Tia from before would be living with another millennia before rebirth.

"However I am sorry that you have to carry yourself this way." she whispered supportively. "To allow me such happiness while you watch must be painful and hard to accept."

She didn't slap me again, nor show any sign of anger towards me...and that made me scared.

"But I am not sorry for you being this way." she huffed in annoyance.

I cocked my brow at her, uncertain whether this is to teach me a lesson...or to make me listen.

"It is your fault for not doing something about it. Whether or not I would accept the truth, you could have at least told me about it in order to make yourself feel better about trying to take me back."

She tittered a noisy inhale while scooting further down my body, her lips now pressed against mine but not kissing.

And for that I am very disappointed in you...My King, which is why you must be punished for not taking me sooner with the truth."

It hadn't dawned onto me that Celestia slid further down my body with an implore for me to be still. Her magic, strong and resilient, firmed my position with a soft, authoritative clasping of my wrists.

Celestia had taken her time with sliding down my only covered body part, intending with the utmost love to be the first that has aroused me in so many years.

"Did the Celestia from before do this?" she asked whilst taking advantage of touching my rear, slipping lustful caresses to each cheek.

Before I could feel hesitation flow through my tipsy state, the unthinkable touch of her fur pulled me across the bed for a position I remembered all too well. My chest no longer showed in the open but in the closing of her back pressing against it.

Oh dear god, the softness of her coat, the arousing perfection of her rump against my boxers. I felt nostalgia mock me with the gentle rubbing of her body as we laid together with the lining of my waist becoming naked with her magic.

"Though I am not her, I am The Celestia that has been in love with you since the day you made me your student." she told me, her tune so tender and loving as the magic around my waist began its theft of my privacy.

I felt another tear fall past my nose as she levitated the comforter over us and more or less bridged our separation. We had been like this once upon a time, possibly more time than I can count, but that is for the fact of comforting the princess when she is upset.

We've snuggled together, we've cuddled in front of the fireplace, but that was only when she still came to me as a filly that needs to be around me all the time. However the shifting she performed on the bed ceased every thought of us just cuddling under the comforter for tonight.

"Do you love me?" she asked saucily, forgetting that I felt unsure with her rolling our positions again. "I have always loved you, always wanted to be with you, so tell me please...do you love your student...or your mare?"

I didn't have to trick myself with such a riddle. I have waited since the day she was reborn to find ourselves in love again, in the same bed we made love on, and teasing one another with anything that comes to mind.

"I have always loved you." I admitted wholeheartedly. "There is no other mare for me to love, for they are nothing like you. Hence why I have always tortured myself with watching you look so happy...because I can't love unless it is you."

I could not see what expression she held. Our position changed minutes ago from her against me to me against her.

The warm liquid, however, told me what she felt when those words escaped my shaky breath.

"I am only happy now...because I have you. And even though we are student and teacher, I will still take upon the honor of being...your wife."

She suddenly lowered her lips to the side of my neck and kissed me, giggling somewhat to my audible gasp when the sensation forced me to grab her hooves that are tightly holding my chest. She released me from the kiss but came back for more with a deeper gaping of her mouth now sucking against my sensitive skin. I allowed this entry to proceed into nibbling, yet we had not tried to touch lower than our stomachs.

"Celestia...Tia." I moaned between her nibbles.

"Yes... my king," she cooed so boldly. "Let me hear you plunder into my love for you."

I didn't want to admit it, I didn't want her to know how deep I wanted to go, but the affection and teasing drove me to such measures.

"Harder." I begged with naught but a whisper. "Bite me harder."

As I continued to be a slave to this punishment, her hoof slipped further to its destination and wrapped around for satisfaction of my throbbing. I had taken this chance to turn around and stare into her eyes whilst taking her hoof that holds my erection.

She leaned her head back and gave me a saucy wink.

"Am I forbidden to touch that spot?" she purred, and with a tighter grip began the slow motion of stroking. "You seem rather tense down there, almost in pain. Should I alleviate the pain from you...my love?"

I gave my answer as nothing more than a blissful connection of our caverns. I grinned and promptly took this chance to slide my hand to a more needed area that is heated and ready for the return of my love.

Said mare stopped asking such silly questions at the alarming split of her marehood. This had drawn out a few whines and snorts whilst she quickened the pace of stroking my member.

"Oh my king, that feels so good."

I merely grinned at those words while taking over this crazy night with the strength I have in my other arm. Seeing as how I had the flustering princess...no, my flustering queen in my grasp again, I forced her to on top and sit idly on my hand with my index finger plunged into her soaking walls.

I felt no hymen or any sort of wall break when I did this. I only felt her marehood twitching and contracting for the grasping of a male's heat.

This had given me a wonderful idea as she blushed so adorably. If the smirk on my face did not give away the tortures I have just for her, then the words I am about to say will.

"Have some fun with another?" I mused, causing her to look away and nibble on her bottom lip.

"I-I might have used one of the devices from your wardrobe w-when you were exercising without a shirt on." she stuttered behind her mane.

And just when I though this could not get any better...

"You naughty princess," I chuckled evilly. "Breaking into my wardrobe is a big no-no. And just to clarify on those toys you used, their your toys."

"Mine?"

"Yes they are. When you were still you, you would play with yourself on the days I am away on business. But still...you broke into my room and must learn your lesson."

And just when she thought the situation is in her control, I breathed a dark chuckle and pushed her down with my hand, causing her to shake helplessly with my finger now driven into her moist tenderness.

Though I was careful in pleasuring her, whilst letting her stimulate me, I made sure to Tia unable to escape from the filling of my finger.

"Fuck it." I ordered huskily.

"What?"

"If you want the real thing, if you want my cock, then fuck my finger first."

Celestia seemed shocked at my change in disposition, resulting in another question that I am not going to answer after where we are now. Regressing to just instinct, I gave her a good start by wrapping a ring of magic around her slim belly and pulling her up to the point of having only the tip inside her.

She was shaky and still fighting to be conscious of her actions. Until I took my sense of kinkiness to a whole new level by slamming her back down.

"My...my...oh Drage!" she screamed shakily.

"Fuck my finger right now!"

Celestia's lower body began to hump my soaked hand. Her breaking point had finally come in the sound of loud whines whilst shuddering to each thrust she produced with the arching of her back.

Apparently it is my honor, once more and always, to make the Alicorn lose herself to such explicit bliss.

"Yes, buck yes, oh dear Equus yes. I'm so close, I'm going to-I'm going to cum."

I remember Tia talking like that when we were married, I remember how she would speak so gracefully in front of crowds, but would speak so derogatively behind closed doors with me to bring out these sensations.

Perhaps in hindsight...it is I who has forgotten.

"Drage!"

I used every bit of my strength to pick up the alicorn and turn her over, where she collapsed from exhaustion in the midst of her contracting climax. Although I could feel the tug between our hearts, just as I had hoped for so long now, the withdrawal I've kept at bay proved to be more powerful than any magic in the entire world. My need...nay, my want for her soul and body overtook me with the sudden hold my queen wrapped around my neck.

And even when I had all of this under me, there was still a lingering fear as to what will happen afterwards.

"Tia..."

"Yes my king." she purred in the nestling of my neck, the sweet nectar of her lips now flowing through my tense body.

"What happens after this?"

I expected her to react in some negative way, but-

"Well I said I love you. Do you love me?"

"More than anything in the world." I admitted, receiving a small chuckle as she trailed from my neck to my peck.

"Then stop letting me be another's. If you love me as much you say...then claim me."

Words cannot describe how relentless those words felt to my heart. To put it in simple terms, the lifelessness in my body vanished and allowed me to do what I have not in so many years.

But before I did...I smiled down at her and lowered my kiss to her muzzle. Celestia didn't seem to mind this but her body said very much otherwise as to what it is she desires at the moment.

I won't explain anymore of that...except this.

"Please my king," she all-but begged with legs wrapping around my rear. "I cannot wait anymore."

For a bit of nostalgia and fun, I brushed her holy land for a tentative reaction of lust and angst. Celestia didn't seem fazed by the touch but almost angry at how I intentionally missed my target.

"Please Drage...I can't-"

I thrust into the warmth for the satisfaction of her shock and silence, causing her to wonder in bliss how I am to stay her words with the filling of my arousal. Thus I prompted myself with a loving smile whilst the flow of her fluids tagged with the contractions of her marehood.

Indeed there was the sign of her body wanting something inside of it...something that is...me.

"Weird." I chuckled.

"What?" she breathed.

"I'm gonna be your first time...again."

Celestia merely laughed and smiled up to me, resting herself in a more comfortable position that doesn't involve holding onto me so tightly. I kissed and nibbled for but a moment to get the desire out of the way.

"Are you ready?" I asked, knowing how redundant I am.

"Only if you are." she answered with mirth.

Finally, after waiting so long, I thrust into the alicorn and proceeded with indescribable love making.

In all my years of waiting for her to love me again, never did I think she would be so much the same as I thought she would not be when it comes to making love. What I assumed was wrong, incorrect, and by god I was so happy to know how wrong I was for believing any of this to be so different.

In and out, push and pull, the sweet honeys of pleasure flowing through her and I and in so many positions that we cannot remember. If I could draw what I am feeling, then it would be two suns perfectly aligned and merging, building with intense heat for an eternal burst of passion.

And so we laid there without a missing beat to the slaps of our bodies...loving one another with such remembrance flooding over me. Celestia surely made herself heard across the castle, howling and roaring as our bodies shook the entire bed.

"I love you, I love you so much. Oh my Equus I love you, Drage!" she screamed to the wall, lost in her lust as I produced a whole new side within her.

No one, except me, knows about this. But Tia's mane is not as beautiful as everyone makes it out to be. No, tis only elegant to some level with the flow, but with my thrusts being as strong as they are now...I created the unthinkable...again.

Her mane, her ever-so flowing mane, lost its flow but regained much bright colors, causing the beauty she has now to increase by ten fold. Her everything now showed no different than a pony's, and I have the honor to make it so by taking away her magical control with my thrusts.

My god, she always looked so gorgeous with it dropping over her left eye.

"Don't stop, I want it inside me." She demanded with a dangerous growl, almost sounding feral in my neck. "I'm already cumming, so give it to me, give me your seed, BREED ME MY KING."

It was all I could do when she has such a hold on me.

After the hours passed by, we merely laid in each other's embrace and kissed under the last hour of Luna's moonlight. Tia buried her muzzle into my neck and kissed it softly between, singing a strange language of Equestrian.

I didn't ask, just allowed it to continue for as long as she needed.

I had my arms around her, I closed my eyes for the remainder of the night we have to share before excusing ourselves from morning. Until the last bit of her whispers reached my ears with very surprising words.

"I do."

I looked at her and smiled, licking her lips and waiting for her to explain.

"What do you mean by that?" I chuckled.

"I mean I am prepping myself for saying the words that I am waiting to say at the alter with you."

I blinked in surprise and smiled a little wider, only to have myself drawn back to the subject.

Said mare crooned and patted her slim belly, indicating more than what I want to know.

"After all, our foal needs to know that mother and father love each other very much."

I looked down to her belly, then back up to her. Celestia broke my fast thinking with another kiss and laugh.

"I read the part about us having a miscarriage." she tittered, teasing me her heated breath.

I leaned away from her, staring in shock of this. "You're...you're in heat?" I asked.

"I have been for a week now. And since I'm supposedly reborn then that means I'm more fertile than I was before." she frowned, worrying how I would react. "Does that anger you, my king?"

Being a king has given me time to prepare myself for many things. I've grown acquainted with learning the ups and downs of seeing the obvious before it happens. However, it would seem that my list and love for her has blinded me from the obvious factors about Celestia's aggression and assertiveness these last few days.

Sad to say that I am a fool for not seeing it. But at least I could do this to her before letting sleep take us.

Strange...I've always said it to her, but now-

"Hello...my queen."

It is no longer painful.

The End.