Author's Note
I've done a little editing to this story since publishing. So if the comments don't make sense, that's why.
Bedding Time.
“Good night.” Celestia waved to the ponies still gathered in Twilight’s great room. While the party Pinkie had thrown for Applejack’s birthday had been fun, it was past her bedtime. Two in the morning was simply too late for her to hold a functional conversation.
“Night, Princess,” Applejack said, waving back.
“Sleep in if you wish,” Luna said, turning to also wave her goodnight. “I’ll bring up the sun for you.”
Taking the offer without hesitation, Celestia unhitched the little magic alarm clock in the back of her mind. “If you would please. It’s been too long since I have played night owl.”
Perking up, Spike looked to the scroll beside him. “Your room is the fourth room on the right, in the third hall from the left.”
Giving Spike a nod of thanks, Celestia chanted the directions to herself as she made her way upstairs.
The word labyrinth didn’t begin to describe Castle Friendship's guest quarters. Through the blending of Twilight’s magic and the inherent nature of crystals, the castle had seen it fit to grow the guest quarters in a fractal pattern. The result was a complex were jumping out the window was frequently the easiest way to get out, and becoming lost was something you simply accepted.
It also had the peculiar habit of always having exactly one extra empty room. No matter how many rooms you filled, there was always room for one more. A fact that had led her to teasing Twilight about how she could have as many foals as she wanted.
Celestia smiled at both the blush she’d gotten from Twilight and the thought of foals running around her hooves. Foals... Examining her own thoughts, Celestia saw the tease had been voiced from her own desires. She missed the sound of her own foal.
Had Flurry Heart lit these maternal musings, or was it just her pending heat?
Probably both.
She’d had these urges before, they’d pass with time.
Counting out four hallways, she made a straight line for the third door. “Third on the left,” she said to herself as she stepped inside.
Not bothering to take a shower first, Celestia made her way to the giant bed that she could only just make out in the darkness. Pausing long enough to pull the sheets back, she slipped between their warm embrace.
The sweet nothingness of sleep came quickly, but just as fast it was shattered by something moving beside her. The momentary spook pass in a heartbeat when a sleepy moan told her it was a pony. She’d obviously went into the wrong room.
Flipping the covers off her, Celestia tried to gather the will to stand and go find an unoccupied room.
“Cold...” the stallion next to her mumbled. A foreleg emerged from the darkness behind her, moving the blankets back in place, then resting across her barrel.
“Mmm... warm,” he said, obviously still asleep. The foreleg around her tightened with surprising strength, pulling her tight against the stallion, who let out a happy mumble as he nuzzled into her neck before going back to motionless sleep.
Celestia was pretty sure she was blushing tail to nose. It had been well over a century since a stallion had so casually embraced her. Curious who the sleepy stallion was, Celestia lit her horn with the most delicate light she could. Twisting her head, she found the red muzzle of McIntosh Apple laid across her. He’d taken Twilight’s offer of a bed only an hour before she had.
Relaxing back into the pillows, she let herself enjoy the feel of a strong stallion pressed against her in loving embrace; even if it was only an accidental one. She knew well he’d never do such a thing awake. She was merely a dream to him right now.
Still... Celestia knew from the gossip, after he went to bed, that he was single. She wouldn’t be stepping on any hooves if she just stayed here. Sleep was always better with somepony else in the bed.
Accepting her fate as the stallion’s snuggle partner, Celestia smiled. McIntosh may be a bit surprised in the morning, but it was nothing a smile and a kiss on the nose couldn’t fix. Besides, she didn’t want to get out of bed.
He smelled really nice too...
Again lighting her horn, Celestia fixed a spell upon the curtains, making them utterly light proof. It would be less of a shock to him if she could talk to him before he saw her.
Snuggling into her bedmate, Celestia drifted off to sleep.
Mac’s internal clock told him it should be morning, but the room was impossibly dark. The fog of sleep clouded his mind with delicious drowsiness, and a firm pair of wings was pressed against his belly: he had to be dreaming. His foreleg rose and fell with the breath of the dream-pegasus it was laid across—the figure felt feminine. His hoof wandered of his own accord, and confirmed the suspicion when they found a pair of teats at the bottom of her belly. The were firm, yet wonderfully soft; hypnotic to the touch.
Sleep threatened to claim the dream as he lay there, his mind blinking in and out of consciousness. He seldom had erotic dreams, and when he did, he always woke up just as it was getting good. Deciding the dream was far too nice to let slip away, Mac explored one of the delightful teats as he traced his muzzle along her neck.
He smiled as she gave a sleepy little moan, twisting her head for him to better reach her ear. It was a wonderfully long neck. Finding the offered ear, Mac caressed it’s silky fur with his lips. He wished something could actually be that soft in real life.
The dream-pegasus moaned at the touch, pressing herself hard against him. Taking a deep breath, McIntosh filled his lungs with her scent. It was a curious smell. Something that could only be cooked up in a dream. If he had to describe it, he’d have said, ‘A balanced mix of virgin spring air, and fucking.’
The delicious musk was certainly the smell of a mare in heat. His primitive instincts told him the musk was from a strong, healthy mare in the prime of her life. His hoof agreed with the opinion as it drifted from her teat to explore her wings.
Mac loved wings: there was something fascinating about them. Each tribe’s mares had their own unique pleasures to enjoy, but nothing really stirred his fantasies like wings.
A wonderful dream pulled Celestia from her sleep. A lover from many centuries ago had graced her dreams this late morning. Evening Hawk’s hooves always tended to wander at night, which had lead to a lot of sunrises made while making love.
She always missed him in her heart, but this morning she longed for his physical touch again. Her body ached to be held, and there was a place between her thighs that ached for pressure against it. In the pitch-dark room, Celestia’s mind could still feel Evening Hawk’s warmth against her back, his lips against her ear.
Then hot breath filled her ear as a hoof danced across the tender inside of her wings. Celestia’s tail flagged and her spine arched in reflex. A moan escaped her throat before the memory of her accidental bedmate made her restrain herself.
It seemed McIntosh’s hooves also wandered in his sleep. Now fully awake, Celestia gathered her senses. The best she could anyway. The heat between her legs was not the casual arousal of a good night sleep—though she had slept better than she had in years. No, this was the hormonal desire of estrus. She’d been due any day, and nature had its way of speeding that along when stallions were close by.
When McIntosh’s teeth nipped at her jaw, she again restrained a groan of desire. Steeling herself, Celestia turned within the stallion’s embrace to gently remove herself, but the effort only resulted in her lips discovering his in the darkness.
Breath mingled, logic and reason left her. There was only loneliness and the hunger to be wanted. Her hooves explored the stallion’s hard body while her breath mixed with his in a kiss that burned her mind.
When the kiss ended, the stallion slowly pulled away. “I’m not dreaming, am I?” McIntosh asked.
She could tell he was trying to see her through the darkness, but not even her eyes could pierce this absolute dark. “Want to stop?” Celestia asked through panting breath, her voice an unrecognizable whisper.
“Nope.”
The two bodies grasped at each other. Lips met again as hooves explored the other’s body. While McIntosh’s hooves always seemed to return to her wings, Celestia found his muscled flanks hard not to touch.
Still laying on her side, Celestia pulled McIntosh even closer, eliminating the polite distance he’d been keeping his hips. When hot, hard flesh pressed against the thin fur of her belly, Celestia hissed with need. McIntosh shuddered as well. Reaching up with both forelegs, he pulled her head against his neck, but froze when his hoof clacked against her horn.
There was a sudden stillness in the room as Mac use his hoof examined her horn with academic calm.
“Twilight?” He asked.
“No,” Celestia answered in the calmest voice she could muster. Letting a spark of magic jump from her horn, she dismissed the black-out spell on the window.
As dawn’s rosy light lit the room, McIntosh blinked. “Celestia?”
Celestia smiled: he hadn’t used any titles. “I umm... crawled into the wrong bed,” she answered back. “Hope you don’t mind that I stayed.”
Mac’s eyes darted across her body, pausing at her wings and belly before returning to her eyes. “No, this was probably the best morning ever.”
Laying her head on a pillow, Celestia twisted onto her back, giving Mac her best come-hither look and a full view of her. “Shall we continue?” she asked, caressing him with a wing.
Mac lowered his head, letting the wing tip brush across his face. “Yep.”
Pushing past the wing, his muzzle moved towards hers. Celestia’s breath hitched, hungry for another kiss, but the stallion stopped not a hoof’s span away, denying her the embrace she had anticipated.
A devil's grin shone on Mac’s face, making her painfully aware that she had pouted when the kiss had not landed.
“You tease!” she scolded through a smile. Reaching out with wings and legs alike, Celestia grabbed the stallion and rolled them both over.
Mac giggled like a colt as they tumbled. Again he wrapped a foreleg around her head, but this time pulled her into the kiss he had denied earlier.
Now with soft light to see by, Celestia played in the sheets as she hadn't in far too long. Allowing Mac to roll her over, she ground her hips against his as he pinned her to the bed with a kiss. The throbbing stallionhood between her legs was an unbearable tease. So close, yet it was nowhere near where she wanted it. She twisted and coaxed, but no matter her efforts, she could not guide the stallion’s tip to where she needed it. Ponies just simply weren't made to have sex laying down, and their size difference turned the tricky into the impossible.
Casting a glance to the bed’s edge, an old memory came to her. Once upon a time, it had been a favorite.
“Mac,” Celestia said, interrupting him. “Willing to try something different?”
Mac’s ears snapped forwards. “Sure.”
“Stand beside the bed,” she said, point to the floor beside her.
Confusion wrinkled his brow, but he scrambled off the bed to stand where she’d directed.
“Now.” Celestia rolled onto her back and wiggled till her flagging tail was hanging off the edge of the bed, and her legs were up in the air. “Mount me,” she said with a playful smile, patting the bed to show where his forehooves should go.
Mac blinked, then looked around as if he expected to find something. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Celestia smiled, colts were so responsible these days. “I’m okay with that.”
A wicked grin returned to his face as he stepped forward, but he did not rise up to mount her. She was confused for a heartbeat, but the answer came when a spine-arching howl escaped her as Mac’s muzzle plowed into her. Licks and suckles teased overly sensitive tissue till her body clenched at the approach of orgasm. The point of no return was only one lick away when he stopped.
Celestia gasped, unsure of what was happening. The once-imminent orgasm was drifting away, but her need for it doubled. Opening her clenched eyes, she watched Mac rise up and plant a hoof on either side of her. His musky muzzle met hers and passion poured from her breath into his.
With a few awkward movements Mac guided himself to her mounds. Wet arousal let his thick tip parted her effortlessly, but he paused just short of penetration.
Celestia groaned. “No more teasing, please...”
A tender smile calmed the fire in Mac’s eyes as he pressed his forehead to hers. Looking into her eyes, he slid into her, not stopping till he’d completely sheathed himself in her.
“Yess...” Celestia hissed. It’d been way too long. Hooking her legs behind Mac, she held him deep within her.
Above her, Mac’s eyes fluttered and rolled as his breath hitched. “You’re really warm,” he whispered as he regained his focus on her.
This was why she loved this position so much. It allowed a stallion to use his full length, in spite of her being the larger pony, while still letting her look into the eyes of her lover.
As soon as she relaxed her grip, Mac pulled back, then drove home again. This time they both let out a groan of delight. Leaning forward, Mac pressed into a kiss as he began to develop a rhythm. Thrust after thrust rocked Celestia’s body, each time sending waves of ecstasy through her. It was a thoughtful and calculated rhythm though, and Celestia craved a reckless rutting.
Breaking the kiss, Celestia’s hoof guided Mac’s muzzle to her neck. “Bite me,” she whispered into his ear as she used her legs to hasten his rhythm. He hesitated at first, but as her heels drove him faster, he nipped at her neck once, then gripped the tender flesh between his teeth.
Celestia’s mind went white as the stallion pounded her. She dragged her forehooves across his back as unintelligent sounds left her mouth. Again her body twisted and clenched with the promise of an orgasm. Inside her, Mac flared, gripping at her womb as he too neared climax.
With a sudden lurch, Mac began to withdraw from her: he was going to pull out.
Hooking her heels behind him, she slammed him to the hilt within her.
“You’re in heat,” he whimpered.
Resting her lips against his ear, Celestia whispered, “I know.”
Shaking, he swallowed before speaking. “I’m about to cum.”
“I’m okay with that.” Relaxing her grip on him, she waited a moment to see what he would do. When he stayed inside her, she hummed sweetly in his ear. “Please cum in me.”
Mac shuttered and throbbed inside her, groaning as if struck. He pulled half out, then thrust home. Celestia knew he was already past the point of no return. She giggled with anticipation as he wrapped his forelegs around her barrel. He made a full-length thrust, and the tender hold became tighter as Mac began to shake. Her mind swam and her body clenched as her own orgasm strained to release.
Inside her, the stallion flared and throbbed, ejaculating into her as he held her in his trembling grasp. Delirium washed over Celestia as her body greedily took the seed. Her legs shook and her ears rang as a long-overdue orgasm stripped away all self control.
When the world came back to her, Mac was still laying on top of her, holding her like a fragile and precious thing.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I haven’t been this good in a long time.”
“You want me to go to the pharmacy for a pack of Oops Pills?”
Celestia opened her mouth to say yes, but closed it, instead deciding to give Mac a kiss on the cheek. After laying there for a moment, she finally spoke. “I’ll leave that decision up to you.”
Mac raised his head to give her a confused look. “Can’t say I know how alicorns work, but won't you get pregnant?”
“Yes, I’ll most definitely be pregnant after this.” Resting her head, Celestia loosely wrapped her forelegs around Mac.
His expression going blank, Mac relaxed into the embrace. “So... If I go get Oops Pills, you’ll take them. If not, you’ll have my foal?”
Celestia nodded. “It’s been a very long time since I had a foal. Little Flurry Heart has me missing it. I just hadn’t realized it till now. I also very much miss having a lover.”
“You’d have my foal, just like that?” Mac asked.
“It’s different for me.” Celestia shrugged, then ran her hoof across Mac’s mane. “I’ve had several foals over the centuries, and it’s not like it’s going to affect my career.” Celestia squirmed, Mac’s weight on her was beginning to kindle her heat again. “Besides, I've known your family for generations. You're a fine sire, and I strongly suspect an excellent father.”
“What will the nobles say?”
A snicker escaped Celestia. “Nothing, if they know what's good for them. Besides, you’re technically an earl and outrank most of them.”
Mac stared at her blankly. “What?”
“I granted land to your great-grandfather. I think about half of Ponyville west of the river is your manor.”
Resting his head against her chest, Mac looked out the window. “Huh...”
Craning her neck, Celestia looked Mac in the eyes. “This foal would be very special to me, and you will be special to me. It’s just not my first rodeo, and I know well it will not be my last.” Suddenly tired, Celestia let her head fall back to the pillow. “I know this seems fast, and it is, but does it really matter how things start? If we had landed here after some dramatic adventure, would it change anything? Can't the comedy of errors that put a lonely princess and an earl farmer in the same bed, be enough to try this for a while?”
Mac moved his muzzle to rest just beneath her jaw. “And if it dosen’t work?”
Unpinning a wing from beneath her, Celestia covered her lover. “Then there will be a foal, very loved by a lonely princess and an earl farmer. They’ll live their lives, enriched for the experience, and with the love of the life they created.”
“Oh...” Mac laid motionless for a while. Just when she feared he’d fallen back to sleep, he moved to look into her eyes. “Wanna make sure it sticks?”
Bright laughter bubbled straight from Celestia’s heart. “Absolutely.” Lighting her horn, she pulled his muzzle to hers.
Twilight had stayed up way too late, but she'd had fun. Stumbling down the stairs, she followed the sounds and smells of breakfast into the kitchen.
“Mornin’” Mac greeted.
“Sleep well?” Celestia asked.
Reaching for the coffee, Twilight poured herself a cup. “Yeah, but some weird sound woke me up. Sounded like somepony was yelling and beating on a wall.”
A snort of laughter escaped Celestia. “Sorry.”
Turning in confusion, it occurred to Twilight that Celestia and Mac were sitting really close together. Blinking, her eyes darted from the red mark on Celestia’s ear, to the blue spot on her neck, then the bite-shaped welp on Mac’s foreleg.
“Are those hickies!?”
