In Canterlot, the day was just beginning. This was, of course, because the senchal had raised the Princess of the Sun from her bed, with the promise of a fresh pot of coffee, a slice of cake, and a day of mind numbing governance. The last wasn’t the treat that it should have been, but Celestia appreciated the try, and rose from her bed, downed a pot, and attacked the cake, before walking out onto the balcony, and with a touch of her magic, she raised the sun, while above her Luna lowered the moon, bringing daylight to the world.
Over a distance, there was another kingdom that began it day with the rising of the sun. Here, the great Princess of Love, the monarch of Crystals, was roused from her sleep by her mean husband, who had all those years of training behind him that taught his body to rise with the sun. He forced her with great cruelty from her nice, soft bed, giving her only a few moments of fond embrace with her pillows, before finally kissing her, his energy and love flowing into her as if she were a changeling, and causing a thrill to shoot up her spine, and bringing her all the way into the waking world.
Your slumber was interrupted a few moments later, as Cadence sipped at a cup of tea doused with magic and herbs. Surprisingly, you hadn’t awoken at all during Cadence’s awakening, and were still beneath the covers of your bed, which glowed slightly with pink light, pulling away from you gently. In your half awake state, you grabbed the retreating cloth, and tried to tug it back over your body, grumbling about how early it was. The light, seemingly annoyed with you, then pulled the whole bed from where it sat, flipping the thing over, and dumping you in a pile of scattered limbs on the warm, soft floor of your home.
Shouting in surprise, you shot to your feet, only to tangle your ankles in your sheets, causing you to topple over, landing in another heap on the floor. This seemed to amuse the Princess whose laughter echoed a little around you, before the magic of Love once again surrounded you, lifting you from the floor, and righting your room to what it had been before. The magic then quickly placed the tools of your job in your hands, a large broom/mop, already wet with the cleaning solution you used, and a brush for those fine bits that were stuck in cracks.
“Another day, another day,” you said to yourself, rather fondly actually. You had no need for money, after all, not where you were, and even food and water were things that had somehow been rendered irrelevant to you. No, all you needed was a bit of Love, which touched you gently, roaming over your body and cleaning you up, before gently pushing you towards the only door. Nodding, you marched towards the exit, opening it with a single twist of the knob, and then leaving your single room home, stepping out into the wide world outside.
Out there, the world stretched away into the distance, an infinite plain that seemed flat as glass, and glossy with a pink hue to it. Warmth seemed to radiate from everywhere, but not the oppressive warmth of a hot summer day without shade. No, this was a warmth like a nice breeze on a beach in late spring, sitting there with a loved one, enjoying the sight of the ocean moving in and out before you. Mind, you found the sight you were seeing far more enjoyable, despite how abstract another might have seen it.
Behind you was a spire, a huge pink thing that rose from the ground at an angle, tearing its way into the heavens, and appearing to be larger than even the tallest mountain. Looking up through it, you could see the sky overhead had a pink tone to it as well, where the tip of the huge spire wavered, seemingly about to fall down, before moving towards the other side, while other tips that showed other spires clattered against it silently. In the distance, you could even see those other spires, seemingly continents away, as they too lazily swung in the air.
Beyond those spires, the world was a blur. You knew there was a world beyond them, just as you knew where you were, but nothing about that world was part of your own experience. No, it was a place you could briefly glimpse, as huge moving mountains of fur and flesh passed above you, worlds unto themselves, and as impossible to reach as any star in the heavens had been before you came here, where your experience was limited to only one of these living mountains, a pink thing that giggled at you again.
You were on Princess Cadence, ruler of the Crystal Empire, and Alicorn of Love. How you had come here, you were not sure, your memories of the days before this were as blurry and lost to the fog as those sights beyond her fur. You also found you cared little, for here you were safe, protected, and kept alive by her magic’s warm touch, rather than eeking out an existence in your own world. There you imagine you must have been a fairly mundane man, a thing of simple wants and needs, while here, you served a goddess who was literally the world to you.
Thinking these thoughts, you were pushed down by the magic, your body slipping into her warm skin, and then deeper within her, the soft touch comforting you. When you were fully inside, you slipped into a huge tunnel, with wet liquid pouring through them, as thudding sound echoed deeply around you. Within her blood stream, the various cells of her body, both red and white, ignoring you as they ignored each other, you were carried towards where she wanted you, passing thousands of miles in a few seconds, before finally being pushed back into the above by her magic, emerging into the light of day once again.
Falling onto your face, as you often did on emerging, you looked around to quickly ascertain where you were, and what your job would be today. It didn’t take you long to realize that you were on her hoof, probably one of the fore ones, as the sky overhead briefly seemed to hold an ocean of tea upside down over you, a cup that was so large it might have held a moon in its walls. Sighing, you then get to work, slapping your brush onto the hoof, and then slowly moving it around, washing away the stains that only your eyes, and the eyes of the goddess around you could see, and earning your keep upon your world of love.
The brush in your hands swept over the surface of the world, each movement of it washing away a bit of dirt here, or cleansing a stain there, so that the land would be unmarred by such things. Oddly, your weapon against the thing, your great instrument of power, seemed to never need any soap or cleaning itself, but you felt that was only right of an implement of its nature. It was the thing of a goddess, and thus something of the gods themselves and holy beyond measure, allowing you to make the goddess as lovely on the outside as she was inside.
“You missed a spot,” came a sudden noise beside you, and you nearly fell over in surprise, as it was the first words spoken to you in the hours you had been doing your duty, slowly cleansing the skin of the goddess. Looking to the side, where the noise had come from, you could see that glow of pink magic, magic she used to somehow form words that only you could hear. Smiling, you went to where the magic shone brightest, and found a few dots of grime on one small section of hoof, and used your brush to get it up, finishing your duty.
“It is done, my Princess,” you tell her, and the magic feels like it’s smiling at you as you take to one knee, the broom in your left hand standing up like a great blade of justice, while the brush in your right is held against your heart. The light fades then, and suddenly, the sky overhead fills with a clear image, held close enough that you can make out the details of it. It is her face, her visage so lovely that you actually have to bow your head as you feel her gently eyes sweep over her hoof, making note of your work. A soft wind blows over you then, great slamming sounds telling you she is speaking, even if the words are lost as mere wind unto your ears.
“Not bad at all, my Knight. Now, I have a bit of something on my muzzle for you to clean,” said the magic as it glowed beside you again, and once more you were drawn into her warm body, moving with the flow of her life as part of her. Outside, Cadence looked at a supplicant, setting her hoof down from inspecting it, and quickly rendering a verdict on the case the crystal pegasus mare had brought before her, even as she felt you move through her body, going straight through her pounding heart, before finally arriving inside her muzzle, where she forced you out next to a small bit of grime she wanted you to clean.
You spent several hours doing just that as you emerged next to a stain on her perfect skin, likely something from the coffee she had drunk the night before while staying up to go over some reports. You don’t mind though, it had given you more time to work on her, and you attacked the task with all your might, using the broom and brush to cleanse the skin before you, bringing it to an almost mirror shine. Each stroke of your great weapons felled another foul stain, and when you felt the need to rest, you only had to look above.
Beyond where you stood, you could see great walls. Walls of limpid light that hung against a mountain of pink skin. These were the eyes of the goddess, that shimmered like an ocean of stars, and though you couldn’t feel it, you know that below, she spoke to her subjects, giving them the gift of her public voice, the voice she spoke to everyone with, but not yourself. For you, she had a special voice, and somehow, that thought made you redouble your efforts, as you made her perfect.
Hours passed as they tend to do, and your mind wandered a little as you found yourself walking across the plains of her muzzle, towards another stain her magic said was nearby, close enough to reach on foot, rather than having to travel within her. You wondered, idly, if you were the only human in this world, or if other ponies or even the other princesses, had more like you on them. You dismissed the thought, or the thought that, given her size, Cadence herself might have teams of tiny people like you. No, the way she spoke to you was too familiar, you were literally her only one, and she was your’s.
Above, for a moment, the sky darkened, and a great blue mane framing a face of pure fallen snow filled your sky. It was Shining Armor, the Prince Consort. He who held Cadence’s heart, or so he thought. While he might love her as one pony loved another, he only had her when they were together. She was yours always, however. Never would the two of you part, and she spoke to you with a voice that she shared with no other. This made her more yours than his, and you smiled to yourself as you reached the next place of your duty just as he moved away, proving that you were more dedicated to her than he was.
“I think that’s all the work here. I have one more task for you then, before bed, but it will not be easy. I would understand if you want to say no to a difficult task after how hard you have already worked this day,” came the voice hours later. Above, the sky had grown darker, and you knew that somewhere beyond your world, the sun and moon were beginning to switch places in the sky that your goddess looked upon. Feeling a few kinks in your joints, you rolled your shoulders, and pulled at your hands, before standing tall and proud, while staring right into the eyes of the goddess.
“I would do anything for you,” you tell her, looking into those orbs, and you can feel the warmth of her love fill you, before you are moved as before through her body, passing into the source of the deep thudding sound you always heard, and then farther down, before finally reaching the point where you were passed into the world outside again. For once, you kept your feet as you emerged, and were able to catch yourself on your broom, before looking around, wondering just where you were now.
The scent of the place was odd, a sweetness that filled the air, and a powerful heat, far warmer than anything you normally felt seemed to pervade the area. You had never felt like this before, and almost instantly, you began to sweat, your arm having to wipe away the beads of it coming from your forehead, before you saw a few bits of grime in front of you. Not sure where you were, you decided it didn’t matter. This was what the goddess wanted of you, and it was your desire to make her happy, so you began to move your brush over the world.
“Ooh,” echoed an odd noise as your brush touched down, and you spotted a single sparkle of magic beside you. Curious, you looked towards it, expecting more orders, perhaps an askance to go to a specific place, but nothing came, and soon the pink light faded, leaving you in shadow once more. Shrugging after a moment, you slapped the brush back down, and began to move it forward again, only to have the world beneath your feet shudder, for the first time in your memory, even as pools of pink light began to appear around you.
“Yes, ooh that feels, ooh,” said the voice of the goddess all around you, and you looked again around you, trying to find what was the source of her contact, only for the pink lights to fade once more into darkness, leaving you blind as your eyes were forced to readjust. When nothing came from Cadence again, you started once more, getting a few more of the odd pink lights, but ignoring them now as you set about your work, thinking this was all some kind of test, as the air grew even warmer, the sweet scent nearly swooning you as it became all encompassing.
Then another smell invaded your nostrils, and you found yourself knocked off your feet by it, slipping on a slick patch caused by your own sweat beginning to pool at your feet. Looking around for the source, you found it easily, as it came from above, and the pink magic light seemed to reflect off the thing that was the source, answering so many of your questions as it hung there. Above and beyond her fur, outside the ceiling of your world hung a massive black pillar of flesh, which shook and throbbed a little as it came from inside a forest of white fur, while pumping out the musk scent that mingled with the sweet smell of the goddess into something other.
It was Shining Armor. Cadence was using him to pleasure herself, and you were part of the act, the movement of the broom on her skin obviously being used to bring her further pleasure that the stallion simply couldn’t achieve on his own. For a moment you were stunned. You knew this must have been happening, but you had never been involved in the act before, and more importantly, she was the world to you, and you had never felt the world move beneath your feet before, but as the massive pillar of Shining Armor’s stallionhood slammed itself inside your goddess with a wet smack, you were shaken again off your feet.
Rising, as the ground settled, you quickly concluded that, whatever was happening, Cadence wanted your help with it, and so, as the pillar that was Shining Armor’s member pulled back out, scraping against the sides of her marehood, you resumed your work, rubbing the broom a bit more harshly, trying to excite Cadence as she obviously wanted you to do. About you, more pink lights began to appear, and out of each came the sound of her joy, as each brush stroke and broom sweep seemed to bring her more pleasure than the last.
That was the instant you realized what was happening. Not the pony sex, you’d realized that before, but the reason this one was different. Cadence was trying to make herself enjoy this, to bring happiness and joy to a climax within herself. That was an emotion that was almost made to fuel magic in this world, and magic was the life of the ponies, especially the alicorns. She was trying to get pregnant, and she was using you to help make that happen, as Shining must not have been enough on his own.
Somehow, that thought made you smile, as you continued your work, cleaning the last of the grime, but then going farther, rubbing not just the brush and broom, but your fingers over her skin, touching her with your body, even as sweat continued to pour from it. Finally, it happened, the pillar froze, and beyond, in the blurry darkness, you could see Shining Armor shudder, as his body released into her. Below, you could feel her do the same, and within you felt a warmth and light that only a new life could bring.
With the act done, the pillar pulled out of her, retracting back into the stallion, who then fell away from the sky, leaving you alone with Cadence once more. Smiling, you stroked at the skin around you, feeling the soft warmth of her body now, as the heat she’d needed to make this work was slowly starting to fade. The smell of sweetness was leaving as well, the musk having long ago been overpowered and driven away by the scent of your goddess. In place of both was a new smell, a truly new smell, that had never before been, as new life was brought into the world.
“Thank you, for your valiant fight, my Knight,” a magic pink light told you, and then it floated over to your cheek, and you felt a kiss from Cadence be planted there, before you were once more drawn into her body, to be taken back to where you home was on her body. While flowing through her, you could hear the thudding of the heart once more, but you imagined, somewhere far deeper in her, a new thudding was starting to sound. A new heart and life being born of your efforts with her, a new world literally emerging from your own, and that thought made you smile as you laid your head down to sleep that night.
