Celestia's Harem

Celestia’s Harem
Part 2: Feather Fall

A strange, covered purple mare darted from corner to corner in the forbidden hall. She was wearing a mane-covering bonnet, huge sunglasses, and a long-cloak to cover her cutie mark. But it was hard to cover the bulge of wings and the point of the horn she had. A few guards gave her odd looks, but said nothing. Frankly, she looked like she was sneaking off somewhere… to a place only Princesses were supposed to go. There was some confusion, but no armored pony present was about to question it.

Twilight found the Room of Requirement. Looking one way, then the other, she saw she was alone. “H… hullo?” she asked, knocking. There was no answer. Feeling rather foolish, she pawed it open and stuck her head inside. She saw the ripple of magic replace the blank room with her warm, half-lit library. Sighing in relief that nopony was present, she slipped inside. Taking off her sunglasses, cloak, hood, and saddlebags, she hung them on the coat hanger that had sprung out of precisely nowhere. “Hullo?” she called again. “Oh right,” she turned to one side of the entrance door and touched the bell. Biting her lip, she weighed a few things on her conscience. Swallowing at last, she picked up the bell with her lips. Tink-a-link-a-ling. She paused and turned her head, perking her ears.

Only one door, not three appeared on the far wall. “Coming! Coming!” A faraway sounding voice echoed. The dimension-door spell connected, stabilized, then let light out from under it’s crack. Feather Fall, gorgeous feminine stallion that he was, poked his head in. “Oh it’s you, Princess Twilight!” he smiled. His doe-like eyes fluttered a few times as he slipped into the room and shut the door behind him. “I was afraid perhaps I’d scared you off the other day. I’m glad to see you!” His angelic wings spread wide in greeting, and the quiet male ego in the back of his head squirmed happily when Twilight’s eyes dashed back and forth to check them out. He turned his head, seeing nopony else present. “Just me? I’m flattered,” his voice turned sensual and whispy. “How many I be of service?”

Twilight was red-faced, bell still in her mouth. He waited for a time. The poor thing seemed to get over-stimulated now and then. Moving like a waving grass of grace, the stallion crossed the room and gently took it from her lips with his own. Setting it on the table next to her, he smiled when he saw her eyes following. “Y-you’re uhm… uhm… Feather Fall, right?” Twilight said lamely. He nodded, cocking his head a little. “I was wondering if… if uhm…” her face was getting redder and redder. Was she really going to do this? “If you give good back rubs?!” she blurted.

He tilted his head, smiling at her. “Of course I do. Come, get comfortable.” He offered one of the many laying pillows that were strewn about the room. Twilight settled like a great purple bird on a nest of plush blue fabric. “Easy, therrrre you go,” he cooed. She watched him carefully walk a half-circle around her, then settle next to her. “Tell me what’s on your mind?” he asked. “I’m a good listener, I promise.” His rather small hooves lifted to find her shoulder blades in her wing structure.

“It’s just been a long week, I-I guess,” Twilight said, rather tensed up now that she had a stallion rubbing on her at her command. “I’ve answered twelve-hundred and fifty-three friendship problem letters in the past week, they never stop coming in!”

His hoof found a knot and she let out a feminine groan, craning her neck down to bite the pillow. “Ah there it is,” he whispered sensually. Rearing up a bit further, he worked the muscle clockwise, then counter-clockwise. “You work very hard, my Princess, I know a lot of ponies count on you.” He praised softly. Twilight purred under all his rubbing, tail flicking about now and then. “Have you thought of maybe hiring a scribe? Or delegating councillers?”

“I could, but I don’t want ponies to think I’m just passing off their problems to somepony else!” Twilight murmured into the pillow. “I wanna be responsible for all my friendship duties.”

“No single pony can rule a nation and do every little thing herself,” Feather Fall stood on the pillow to pat-a-pat down her back until he found another knot. This was the back of a hunching bookworm, he knew. Leaning carefully, he pop-pop-popped a few choice places in her spine. Twilight yowled, all four legs shooting out from under her. Then her head tilted to one side like she was dead. She moaned in apprieciation, which made him smile.

“I-I know,” Twilight whispered. “It’s just really stressful… even my horn is sore, from moving the quill around for hours on end.”

“Ahh,” Feather Fall smiled rather genuinely. “I can apply my talents there as well.” He offered, lifting a leg and carefully standing over her. Twilight looked over her shoulder just in time for the stallion to lower himself onto her back like a mother hen.

“You’re so light!” Twilight blurted despite herself. The warm plush of his undercarriage made her not want to move, and the careful positioning of his legs kept her wings comfortably pinned to her sides. “How do you weigh so little?” she wanted to know.

“A harem stallion has his secrets,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “It’s Mountain Blood’s job to be firm, heavy and forceful. I’m the more tender touch.” He winked and her face colored.

“I-I see,” Twilight said, squirming a little and then resettling. He went on to rub at her neck, wings, and even hips. The warm weight of his body made its own friction. She could even feel his… well… boy bits, rubbing around up there on her back. He wasn’t aroused, but they were most certainly there. Hyper-aware of all the male attention, but still very much a putty-mare under his hooves, she could only lay there with the red in her cheeks and happily suffer.

“Now then,” Feather Fall settled himself, opening his angelic wings and bending them forward. “Let’s see about your poor horn.” Leaning forward until the majority of his weight was between her wings, he began to lightly dust her horn with his wings.

“Nyuh-HAH-huh?!” Twilight flinched at the bolt of pleasure that shot down her horn and scrambled her brain. “What is that?!” she said, flailing a little. He quickly moved and let her scramble away.

“O-oh sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” Feather Fall’s doe-like eyes went to their maximum softness. His pupils expanded, huge and soft. (Miles away, Fluttershy suddenly “Hynnnngh”d! as she felt the balance of cute in the world shift towards Canterlot for a few moments. She clutched at her heart, setting her teacup down to breathe for a moment.)

“H-hah-hah-It’s okay!” Twilight said, sweating from one of her temples. “I-I-I just didn’t expect… I-I-I mean the horn is a bone, so I shouldn’t be able to feel anything l-like that.”

The angelic white stallion sat on his haunches slowly. “Oh, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked permission first…”

“What was that?” Twilight wanted to know, trying to slow her breathing.

“A pegasus-touch,” he said. “You just seemed stressed and pent up, so I thought…” he trailed off a bit.

“M-maybe a bit slower?” Twilight offered, blushing as she made her way back to the pillow. He nodded, slipping back over her back and sitting upright. “Slow now, it’s a strange feeling…” she asked. Feathers criss-crossed as his wings closed over her horn. “H-h-h-h’ohmigosh….” Twilight stuttered, her heart revving up.

Feather Fall sat on her back for a long time, mingling his pegasus magic with her unicorn magic. Pegasi could move things that couldn’t normally be moved. Things like clouds, bodies of water, snow… but also the flow of magic. Those with the proper touch made wonderful masseuses, regulating the flow of magic to help a unicorn’s aches or pains. Cooing wordless songs while he worked, he watched Twilight’s trembling wings strain against his legs. Shifting a little so they could rise on either side of him, he smiled. For new wings they were certainly healthy-looking. Pegasi were flightless during lovemaking, but when they were flightless they wanted a LOT of sex, the harem stallion knew. Luna’s wingboners alone were legendary—Twilight would be no exception to the alicorn race.

“O-oh my…” Twilight whimpered, hunching a little in embarrassment.

“Shhhhh-sh-shhh…” Feather Fall coaxed. He could feel the massive wellspring of power in Twilight’s horn. It was certainly vast, as alicorn magic tended to be. But oh yes, there was straining there. A puttered-out endurance that had reached its end and turned sore. The poor thing. The stallion hunched a bit, pressing a bit harder on Twilight’s shoulders and letting his wings do the work.

“R-right there... r-right there! KYA’HHHH!” Twilight’s horn suddenly went off like a roman candle as two, three, four spurts of glittery magic erupted from her! The first shot struck the ceiling and clung there, and the other three went out over the carpet. He held her neck and head firmly so she didn’t hurt herself. The unrestrained magic was like a fiery orgasm, it wracked her body. Her muscles coiled, sweated… then went soft. The poor mare then face-planted with a moan, limp.

Feather Fall stared at the glittery magic on the ceiling with a face of awe. Wow! She’d been very pent up! When had she magiculated last?! The poor thing must’ve gone months!

“Ohmigosh,” Twilight’s wings lifted to hide her head under. “H-h-how embarrassing! I m-made a mess!” she said, ears turning back.

“Heyyyy, hey now,” Feather fall nosed at her wings back and forth. “I think you needed that. Look, it’s already fading.” He gestured for Twilight to look. Sure enough, the glittery plasma was already fading from existence. “It’s maybe been a while, I think?” he smiled, returning to her back with his hooves. She moaned weakly, slowly slumping down in a fit of red-faced panting. “Feel better?” he whispered intimately. Twilight gave a slow, rather meek nod. “I thought you might.” He kissed the top of her head as she curled up to rest for a bit. He lay next to her, stroking her back with a long, white wing. “Relaaaaax….” He whispered over and over. “Relaaaax…” she drifted off under his soothing, tucking her head under a wing like a shy purple swan.

“STALLIONS! COME HENCE!” Luna suddenly burst into the room like a crack of thunder, wearing a tight, sexy-looking police-pony’s outfit. “I’ve the chains, burgler outfits, and--- and---“ she spotted the passed out Twilight and startled-looking Feather Fall. “Oh my.” She said, her face turning red as a hoof lifted to her mouth.

“Hullo Luna,” Feather Fall whispered, bowing his neck till his chin touched the carpet. Luna slowly slipped the riding crop back into her sack of supplies, coughing awkwardly. “Perhaps in a few hours?” he offered delicately. “I know you like to play dress-up.” His doe-like eyes softened and he fluttered them at her.

“Hynnnngh!” Luna grunted, holding her heart and slumping against the door. She took off her police-pony’s hat. “Very well then. I shall return this evening, after sunset.” She nodded. It wasn’t polite for more than one Princess to enjoy the harem at the same time. Two of them were siblings, two of them were close friends, and two of them were teacher and student, so any combination would be an awkward bedroom dynamic. “Just be sure to--!”

“SNNNNNR-R-R-R-R-RKKKK!” Both Feather Fall and Luna jumped. Twilight had sprawled on her back at somepoint, and was mouth-open-leg-twitching-snoring. “SNNNNNR-R-R-R-R-RKKKK!”

“Faust, she snores like a chainsaw!” Feather Fall blurted, then covered his mouth.

“SNNNNNR-R-R-R-R-RKKKK!”

"Post magiculation bliss I suppose..." he murmured, leaning over the splayed out mare with interest.

Luna’s hoof jumped to her mouth and she quickly fled the room, shutting the door. The palace then echoed with scandalous, maniacal laughter. More than a few guards shuddered, a couple of potted plants died, and birds took off in a panic. Thankfully the Room of Requirement was quite sound-proof and it didn’t wake Twilight.

End of Part 2