Celestia's Harem

Celestia’s Harem
Part 1: Meeting the Boys

Princess Celestia poked her head into the greatroom, peering back and forth. “Hm, empty?” she said aloud. Straightening, she motioned to a red-faced Twilight Sparkle. Freshly ascended Princess Twilight Sparkle was not sure she was ready for what she was about to behold. “As you are a princess now, Twilight, you have access to all the perks and… delicacies,” Celestia decided carefully. “That come with such a position. Marriage can be a difficult thing, Cadence was quite lucky with your brother.” She pushed the door open with a wing to lead her in.

“Y-yeah,” Twilight said warily, swallowing. She peered about the room. It was at least fifty feet by fifty, and other than the balcony windows and plush blue carpet, completely bare. “Th… this is it?” she said, a little relieved and a little let down. “I was afraid of… of what I might see in here.” she said, not daring to voice it.

Celestia gave a light chuckle. “I thought you might like to meet them all first, it didn’t seem proper to just throw you among them and see what happened. That is a prank not even I am cruel enough to drop on you, Twilight.” The white alicorn went to a little side-table Twilight had not seen a moment before. “But I won’t lie to you either. I know you have a wonderful group of friends and then some but we’re both grown mares and… well, mares have needs. This is where we may come to indulge them.”

“N-needs?” Twilight said.

Celestia plucked a tiny silver bell from the waiting side-table, and rang it rather firmly. Three doors faded into existence on the far wall. “I call this the 'Room of Requirement',” the white alicorn said. “It becomes what we need, whatever thirst or itching want we may have, it tries to emulate.”

“Like… a kitchen for food? Or a bathroom?” Twilight asked as lights slowly began to flicker under each door. She was no school-filly. She knew a triple dimension-door spell when she saw one.

“Yes, that’s correct,” Celestia smiled, nodding. The other side of those doors could lead to anywhere in all of Equestria. Potent magic, indeed. Swallowing, she waited as patiently as she could for anypony to emerge. Celestia turned, closing the entrance door behind them. There were no guards waiting, nopony to hear them. Even that wing of the castle was forbidden to all but the most trusted staff and ponies.

“But nothing’s here!” Twilight protested, looking about the bare room.

“That’s because there are two of us here, Twilight. The room won’t pick one princess over another. That would be rude!” Celestia chuckled, patting her back with a wing. “But, since it is your first time here, why don’t you try it out?”

“How?”

“Try to imagine a comfortable place. A place that is all parts home and privacy.” Celestia coaxed gently. “Where you can let your mane down, feel the sun on your belly, or know the smell of fresh bread.” The day time princess watched Twilight screw up her face as though concentrating. “No no, don’t force it. Just feel it.” She hushed her voice down. “Let it flow over you like warm milk. Silky and smooth and comforting…” she trailed off, for the room was already warping around her.

The bare walls dimmed to a low shade of blue. The carpet darkened. Mahogany trim unrolled around the floor and ceiling. The door blushed a dark oak. A fireplace sprouted and frost tinted the windows. Laying pillows popped up everywhere. A long array of book-cases lined every single wall, save one corner that hosted a tiny fridge and coffeemaker. The temperature rose from the fire, and a hot scent of sugar and cinnamon touched their noses. Twilight opened her eyes. “Ohhh… wow….” She whispered after a time. “It’s just how I imagined it.”

“What is this place?” Celestia asked softly.

“My private library,” the bookish mare swooned. “The one I always dreamed of when I was little and I-!”

The first of the three doors opened, and a gruff-looking earth pony stallion emerged. “You called, Princess…es?” his eyes fell on Twilight, and he smiled. “Ah, I was wonderin’ when you’d show.” He gave a shallow bow, then a casual wave to the taller alicorn. “Cellie,” He said in greeting.

“Mountain Blood, the first of my harem,” Celestia introduced. The stallion was stubbled, built like a dump truck, and had a massive barrel. Brown as mud and tough as rock, he was certainly a wonderful example of his tribe.

“Coming! Coming!” a faraway-sounding voice was squeaking as it went. Twilight turned her head as the second door came open. She caught a flash of Cloudsdale beyond it as a second figure emerged. He was slender, white as snow and dainty as a ballerina. Twilight had never seen a more feminine-looking stallion before. “I’m here!” he announced. “Oop, hello there!” he entranced Twilight with his massive, doe-like eyes. “I finally get to meet you! I’m Feather Fall!” he bowed with all the grace of a blade of grass in an spring breeze.

“I met Feather Fall on a rather cold Hearths Warming, some time ago,” Celestia put in. “And I simply couldn’t let him go after that night. Such a tender thing…” the white alicorn actually pinkened in the cheeks a little. Twilight cocked her head, imagining the two swan-like ponies intertwined in the middle of a cold, cruel night in December—only their body heat to keep them warm and--!

“Yes yes! Quite! Coming Princess! I answer, as always!” A bookish looking unicorn stallion stumbled into the room, tripped over his own hooves on the archway and fell on his face. “Urmph!” was all he said. Twilight looked past him before he shut the door. That was Fillydelphia! “Present! Here! Accounted for!” he spotted the purple mare right away. “Ah yes! Princess Twilight Sparkle! I knew I would meet you eventually!” he pushed his massive glasses up his nose He looked, well, perfectly average to Twilight. Caramel in color, he had an adorable gathering of freckles on his face and a rather suave-looking mane-cut to accent his horn (which Twilight noticed was a left-spiral horn. How exotic!). “I am Caramel Column, from the original Archival Herd of ancient Equestria!” Twilight knew of that family. They were the oldest and most renowned library-opening family in the world. Their thirst for knowledge and joy to spread it was second to none.

“I think that’s everypony!” Celestia announced, smiling gaily. “Twilight, this is my harem. Harem, this is Twilight. She’s a Princess now, so she will be able to use your services whenever she likes.”

“Yes, Princess!” They chorused. Turning, they bowed to Twilight in unison. Twilight had the decency to blush and try not to check out their undercarriages. She knew what a harem was, but they were so… so casual about it all! Were they not in awe of she who brought the day, Princess Celestia?! Weren’t they supposed to… to fall all over themselves or something? Show respect and awe of her Majesty?! What about herself?! Twilight cocked her head, her tongue slowly slipping out to one side into a rather adorable thinking-expression. There was a long, rather awkward silence.

“…Looks like she’s processing all this,” Mountain Blood said gruffily, smirking on one side of his face and not the other. “Give her a second, y’guys.” They waited patiently. Then exchanged worried glances. Then looked at Celestia, who smiled a little apologetically. More silence. Twilight hadn’t moved.

“I think I’ll try my hoof at some breakfast, again,” Celestia said at last, to break the awkward quiet. The room morphed a corner of itself into a tiny kitchen. The harem chorused their praise. Celestia always made excellent breakfasts. “How do you like your eggs, Twilight?” One of Twilight’s eyes had derped to one side, and she was still unresponsive. Celestia’s brow knitted. “Twilight?” she asked a little louder.

“Twilight has gone bye-bye,” Mountain Blood decided, using the top of his head to push a sitting pillow up behind her. Feather Fall moved, ever the liquid grace of silver and white, to stand beside the purple mare. Using a positively angelic wing, he touched the top of Twilight’s hips and guided her rump into a sitting position. She didn’t move from there. “Interesting to see her weird quirks so quickly,” the earth pony harem member said, scratching his stubbled chin. “Does she do that often?”

“Now and then,” Celestia admitted over her shoulder, stirring a bowl of eggs with her magic. “Just don’t touch her face, she might jump-start and gore you with her horn.” This earned a laugh from all three stallions. The princess turned on a stove that had appeared from nowhere, and each stallion went to a dinner table that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It was made of warm colors, soft edges and fabric placemats. Deciding that scrambled eggs would fit everypony’s pallet, the white alicorn happily danced back and forth between each spot. Juice was passed out. Then eggs, toast, hash browns, and milk.

Twilight came out of her processing daze and blushed. “I did it again didn’t I?” she said softly. “Sorry!” she scampered to the table like a foal, finding a place next to Feather Fall. The feminine stallion smiled at her, his large doe-eyes working their magic. Twilight blushed at him, then carefully looked around the table. A tough guy, a feminine figure, and a sauve bookworm. “They’re like fetishes,” Twilight whispered louder than she meant to.

Celestia laughed, making Twilight’s face go scarlet as her hooves leapt to her mouth. The three stallions smirked, each flattered in his own way. “In a way, yes,” the white alicorn hovered plates to each place so they could all eat. “Each of these stallions represents a facet of equinity that I find, erm… appealing.” She smiled sideways. Each male smile grew.

“Hardly polite breakfast conversation though, Cellie,” said Caramel Column delicately.

“Well she’s gonna ask about it eventually!” Mountain Blood sprayed toast crumbs. “Let her ask now! So she won’t sit there and worry herself to death!”

“Y-You sleep with Princess Celestia whenever she asks?!” Twilight blurted before she could stop herself. There was polite nodding. “All three of you?!”

“Well not at the same time!” Feather Fall said indignantly. Then his expression faltered. “W-well, there was that one time—“ One of his spoons suddenly glowed gold and whacked him upside one of his ankles. “Owch!” Celestia coughed innocently, and the other two stallions hid their laughter from the red-faced princess.

“I think that was more wine than lust, Feather,” Caramel said gently, smiling as his fellow as he pushed his glasses up his nose. “What he means to say, Princess Twilight, is that we are whatever Princess Celestia needs us to be. Friends,”

“Bedfellows,” Mountain Blood put in, shoveling in more eggs as he spoke and reaching for the syrup.

“Or just listening ears.” Feather Fall recovered himself with a cough, folding his delicate wings to his sides. “Being a Princess, much less a world power like Princess Celestia or Princess Luna, can be very stressful. But at the end of the day they’re still mares. They need ponies that will treat them like, well, regular ponies.”

Mountain Blood locked eyes with Celestia, “Shit ass bitch fuck cunt neigh-hova’s witness bicycle-eater,” he said to her, pointing his spoon menacingly. Celestia rolled her eyes, chewing silently. “See? You always need somepony that’ll say anything to ya. Betcha never heard anypony talk to Cellie like that, neh?” he belly-laughed at the look of horror on Twilight’s face.

“That’s horrible! You’re horrible!” Twilight said, aghast at his potty-mouth.

“That’s my job, Princess,” Mountain Blood said, leaning back in his chair as he did so. “Somepony’s gotta keep you Princesses up with all the dirty jokes, limericks and such.”

“What he means to say is,” Feather Fall interrupted with a less-nice glance at Mountain Blood, “It’s not just the sex, Princess Twilight.” He smiled warmly. Something in Twilight’s heart and tummy quivered. “It’s about comfort. De-stressing. Happiness.” His long, angelic wing extended out and over her back. Her heart fluttered. “So if you need any of us, no matter what for, we’re here to make you happy. In any way we can.” He leaned and kissed the tip of her nose.

Twilight erupted into filly-giggles, her magic jolting her chair a few inches away from him. He looked a little apologetic at his forwardness. “I-I understand. Thank you, uhm, harem,” she said to them all. “I’ll keep you all in mind.”

All three stallions nodded. “Dun be afraid to come here and ring the bell, whenever your bells need ringin’.” Mountain Blood laughed and was punched in the shoulder by Caramel Column. “Er, and anything else, too.” He hastily added. Celestia smiled, shaking her head. She adored everypony at the table, but they were all just like foals sometimes.

"C-can you call me just Twilight then? I'm still getting used to the Princess bit," Twilight asked them. They nodded in unison, and Celestia smiled.

End of Part 1