At Celestia’s Hooves
Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe) for eragon13666 (raffle win)
Celestia had not intended for the mishap with the portal to ever happen, linking the human world and her Equestria for eternity. The first human to step through, blinking in the glorious light of her sun, had been shocked to meet a pony standing on two hooves, an elegant, ruby dress draping down the curve of her body. Luna had laughed at his reaction and shaken her head, keeping to the shadows as more and more appeared, the beginnings of a tentative alliance brought into existence purely by accident. Not everyone was as accepting of the humans as she and, in her case, it had been one very special human that had caught her eye, much to the alicorn’s surprise.
Celestia sighed and leaned on the golden balcony railings, one white fetlock crossed over the other. She wore nothing but a light robe to preserve her dignity – she had been caught on more than one occasion by the palace guards, enjoying her body in its bare coat – white coat gleaming through the sheer, pink fabric. Celestia, in her natural form, was easily distinguishable as a princess of Equestria by her alicorn status, a white horn rising elegantly from the centre of her forehead and a fair of feathered wings befitting a swan folded in neatly to her back. Her cutie mark blazed at her hip, the mark of the sun she raised and lowered faithfully every day, and her violet eyes were half-lidded as she swept her gaze over the turrets and sweeping castle vista of the Canterlot Castle which was her home.
If she took a leaf out of Twilight’s book and spent some time researching portals and the closure of particularly stubborn matter in the Starswirl the Bearded wing of the library, perhaps she could have found something to seal off the portal, if not dissipate that entirely. But the anthro alicorn could not bring herself to destroy the melded of the worlds. Closing the portal, regardless of her sister Luna’s distaste for its presence and the lively humans of the night, would mean losing Brandon.
A strange human, he had been, though no stranger than the rest in retrospect. Still shorter than her, she was told that he was tall for a male, boasting hazel eyes and a mop of black hair with yellow tips. The style was more fitting for a pony than a human, from what she had seen, yet it ensured he fitted in well with the anthro crowd. She smiled to herself, a hoof propping up her chin as she stared across Canterlot, wondering if she would catch sight of him in the streets. Brandon was often on her mind, more often than not when a particularly itch stirred heat between her legs.
Celestia groaned and pressed her thighs again, trying to turn her mind from the moisture that slickened her sex. It had been too long since she had taken a partner to her bedchambers. A princess, after all, could not be too careful in who she chose to bed. There were too many ponies that were looking to use her and her status to gain perks within Canterlot or, worse, assassinate her. The anthro mare snorted. As if anyone could assassinate her. Yet Luna would have a fit if she learned that Celestia had willy-nilly allowed another pony into her boudoir unattended.
She shook her head, a determined gleam in her eye as she raised her gaze to the sun, horn aglow to lower it from the sky. There was someone in mind. A someone that would be able to scratch her itch. A someone that she could trust and a someone that was certainly not a somepony.
There were always options for a princess.
*
“’Morning, m’lady!”
Brandon greeted Celestia jubilantly, leaping from his woven birch seat in front of Canterlot Coffee, the newest up and coming coffee spot in Canterlot. There was a new up and coming coffee shop in Canterlot every week or so, but that did not make this one any less exciting. The human tugged at the neck of his pinstriped blue shirt, oddly formal for the occasion of meeting Celestia for coffee, and pulled out a chair for the anthro pony.
Instead of the usual sleek princess, a pretty pink unicorn with the softest of periwinkle manes curling into her eyes perched daintily upon the chair: Celestia’s favourite disguise for mingling with the public when she did not want to be paraded as a princess. There was a time for royalty and there was a time for living, as she so liked to say. Her disguise was how the unlikely friends had first met and Brandon was especially fond of her ‘disguise’, though he would never say that aloud.
Inclining her head gracefully, Celestia inspected his attire as the waiter placed a steaming cup of coffee – a delicacy of the human world – before her on a little round plate.
“That is a strange style of dress,” she commented as Brandon took his place across from her. “What brought on such a change? I was expecting ripped jeans and, what was it, a band t-shirt, like always!”
“Oh...this?” He grimaced. “Something from Carousel Boutique down in Ponyville. The mare said that I looked, um, ‘rather dashing’ in it and before I knew that bits had changed hooves, I was out the door with a new outfit.”
Celestia giggled, holding a hoof politely over her lips.
“Ah, I daresay you had an encounter with Rarity?”
He raised an eyebrow, lips quirking up at the corner in a crooked smile. Celestia’s heart fluttered in her throat. How could a human do these things to her?
“How did you know?”
“Rarity is one of Twilight Sparkle’s closest friends,” the alicorn explained, raising her cup to her lips with the aid of magic to take a demure sip of the hot beverage. “You can rest assured that, while she is keen to make a sale, she would never dress a pony – or human – in attire she did not deem fit for royalty.”
Celestia paused, studying her friend with unblinking eyes as he shifted and drummed his fingers upon his thigh. Tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap.
“You are restless today, Brandon.”
“Some things on my mind,” he admitted, too easily, words spilling from his lips like water. “Ponies don’t really accept humans here yet, not all of them anyway, and I don’t feel like I can return to the human world either.”
Celestia frowned.
“Are you missing friends?”
“Friends?” Brandon laughed without humour, the sharp bark making ponies several tables away turn their heads curiously. “You know I didn’t get along with anyone back there, only a few.”
“Those few could be very important.”
“They message me from time to time and we stay in touch,” Brandon conceded, flipping his hand up dismissively. “To tell you the truth, it’s not really friends that I’m looking for. It’s something a bit more than that. Other parts are...lonely.”
The young male slid his gaze away, suddenly very interested in the blue and white pattern on the tablecloth, marked with the royal seal. Celestia’s heart pounded and she steadied her hoof on the table so that he could not see how much it shook.
“Ah, so it is a partner that you are looking for,” she tried, hoping against hope that she was correct: oh, wouldn’t it be marvellous if it was that easy? Perfect, even!
“Yes...um...well.” Brandon cleared his throat, tan skin turning a distinct shade of red. “You could say. Some companionship would be nice.”
Celestia smiled, eyes seductively lidded. There was a time for action and there was a time to be sensible, to hold back and calculate the outcome of a situation. She shivered as Brandon raised both eyebrows, which disappeared beneath the jagged lines of his fringe.
The pink unicorn leaned far forward on the table so that her cheek pressed to the humans, closer than they had ever been before. Her breath tickled his ear and she giggled like a filly, one hoof tracing a line down his chest. Would the human understand her signals?
“Um...Celestia?”
Well, apparently not then. Brandon kept his voice to a whisper, voice low as he cast his eyes from side to side, very aware that nopony else knew of Celestia’s disguise. She would not wish to be revealed in public. The princess stifled the urge to laugh, not daring to scare off her friend when they were so close to gaining what they both wanted: some simple companionship on a lonely night.
“Come to my chambers then, dear Brandon,” she nickered, lips brushing a sweet path down his throat, teasing his Adam’s apple. “After Luna has raised the moon. And we shall see if a princess may teach a human a thing or two.”
*
The experience outside the coffee shop could not be explained rationally, Brandon decided as he paused outside the double doors to Celestia’s chambers. They were flanked on either side by a pair of white palace guards garbed in golden finery. Standing to attention, they surveyed him suspiciously as he waited on the princess to open her doors to him.
Celestia only wanted a private discussed over wine and fine treats, he reassured himself. The seductive look and whispered promise had meant nothing, nothing at all – just the prankster princess pulling another fast one on him. Brandon, if anyone, could take a joke and Celestia would be most amused to see how much her turn of hoof had affected him in the moment.
“Brandon!”
Celestia, in the natural form of the alicorn princess, flung open the doors with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
“Do come in,” she beckoned. “Guards – ensure we are not disturbed.”
“Yes, princess.”
Brandon shuffled into the room, hands thrust into the pockets of his black trousers – another find from Carousel Boutique that Rarity had claimed ‘he simply must have’. He was not sure if he had to have the trousers or not but he hoped Celestia liked him in them.
The alicorn clip-clopped to the side table where a bottle of fine, equestrian liquor resided beside a pair of glasses with a wide, curved rim. They tinkled with the ring of crystal farmed from The Crystal Empire as Celestia picked them up with the golden glow of her magic, tilting the bottle to pour a stream of deep purple liquor into each glass in turn.
The young man sighed and looked down at his shoes as the mare remained secretive, humming a tune to herself as she went about drinks. Her words from earlier that day chased themselves around his mind in circles until they were all he could think about, begging attention that he did not wish to give.
“Celestia...why have you called me here?” Brandon asked before Celestia had the chance to offer him a glass.
She turned with both glasses cradled in the grip of her magic, lips parted in a small ‘o’. Her multi-coloured mane undulated gently as if caressed by an ever-present breeze.
“My friend, how could you not know?”
Indeed, to her, how could he not? Perhaps Brandon had not come across equestrian lingerie before. In a sheer black dress with darker panels slashed across her breasts and crotch for some semblance of modesty, her attire clung to her form and accentuated every curve beautifully. She could not have gone out on the streets in that dress, that was for sure! She shook her head, self-consciously smoothing out a crease from the dress and suddenly feeling as if she should have covered up more. Did he really not understand what she wanted from the look in her eye and her clothing alone? Any stallion would have been on his knees in an instant! It was a possibility, though she had thought that Rarity had some on display in Carousel Boutique. Surely, he should have spotted that?
Brandon rubbed his forearm, uncomfortable beneath her silent scrutiny.
“Brandon,” she said gently, pressing the glass into his hand. “There is only one reason that you would be in a mare’s bedroom and one reason alone. I am sure you know.”
What little colour there was in the man’s skin drained and his lips opened and closed several times, words trapped in his throat.
“Celestia...”
Ah, so he knew. The mare waited patiently for him to speak further, taking a larger than was ladylike sip from her glass. It warmed her throat on the way down and bolstered her courage.
“Celestia,” he repeated her name again, heat rising to his cheeks. “I have never done anything like this before. Not with a human or with a pony.”
She started, magic faltering so that she nearly dropped the crystal glass.
“You are a virgin? Now that is a surprise!”
That explained the matter! No wonder Brandon was so shy and slow to respond! It was just because he did not understand and did not have the experience she expected of a partner. Celestia could have slapped herself. How could she have assumed that Brandon had already been with a woman, or a mare? His age was no indicator – mares and stallions mated in equestrian once they had reached sexual maturity, which could be earlier or later depending on bloodlines.
Pressing a hoof between her eyes, Celestia rubbed the pressure point below her horn. Relief flooded the mare. It was not that he did not want her.
She cupped his cheek with her magic and caressed the faint appearance of stubble on his chin. He needed a trim. Just like a stallion. Brandon could not meet her eyes and shuffled his feet, fingers locked together behind his back.
“I would have thought all the ladies would be fawning at your feet, Brandon,” she said softly.
He shook his head and sighed, deflating as if all energy was leaving his body. For a moment, Celestia feared that he was struck by a magical attack until he raised his head, lonely eyes meeting her own. In his eyes, she something of her younger self, the mare of many thousands of years ago, when she was still learning about the world. Sometimes she forgot about the learning of youngsters when she lived for so many years and the years stretched endlessly before her.
“Why would you think that?” Brandon said at last, fingers twisting together.
“Because...” It was Celestia’s turn to blush. “You are very attractive to me, Brandon. How do your kind put it? You are...as they say...hot?”
“Hot? Me?” Brandon chuckled. “Hardly.”
Celestia’s horn sparked but she could not be too frustrated with Brandon. It was a sure human trait to put oneself down. The mare stepped up to him, setting his glass aside. It would not be needed. Instead of allowing him to drink liquid courage, Celestia brought her lips to his in a soft kiss that deepened swiftly, Brandon’s tongue tentatively flicking against hers. Her heart soared at his touch and she wrapped her arms tightly around him, feeling the curve of his spine down to his buttocks, so different to those of a stallion yet all the more delectable.
“Come to bed with me, Brandon,” she nickered, taking him by the hands and drawing him slowly back towards her voluptuous bed. “I will make this night the sweetest one in your lifetime.”
What male could argue with that logic when so justly presented? His trousers tightened around arousal that rose too swiftly, his young body as eager for the mare as she was to have him in her bed. Brandon stepped with her, careful to avoid her golden hoof-guards as she kicked them off, falling back on the soft, royal purple bed with a giggle and a snort. He loved that little giggle-snort she had.
The mare rolled them over so that she straddled his hips, wasting no time in unbuttoning his shirt and brushing her velvety lips over his chest. The nipples were an easy target and she suckled them softly, grinding into the hardness between her thighs. Oh, he was an needy stud indeed! And all for her.
“Oh, Celestia...” Brandon moaned as her lips teased his nipples. “I can’t... I don’t know what to do.”
“Shush, I’ll teach you.”
Relaxing under her touch, Brandon ran his hands down the princess’ back, admiring her nightdress now that he understood that he did not have to keep his eyes averted from her curves. He nuzzled between the larger female’s breasts, holding his breath in case she pushed him away, whimpering softly as she unzipped his trousers.
She pushed the fabric down around his ankles along with his boxers, Brandon wishing he had worn something sexier in hindsight, and brushed her snout over his growing shaft. So different to a stallion’s length, his cock was flesh-coloured with a smooth, rounded tip that the skin pulled back from. Celestia dipped her muzzle gracefully to it and lapped over the tip, giggling at how the human shuddered, pleasure rippling through his whole body from one, light touch. Parting her lips, she took his hard rod into her mouth, engulfing it down to the base in her longer, equine muzzle, perfectly suited to male pleasure, if one should be so inclined. She bobbed her muzzle languidly, taking her time, and shivered with pleasure as the human moaned beneath her, entranced by her soft lips and tongue.
Celestia drew back, a string of saliva connecting her lips with Brandon’s cock for a split second as he groaned at the sudden absence of pleasure, pre cum dribbling down his rock hard shaft.
“Brandon.” Her eyes were alight, nostrils flared wantonly. “I must have you. Do you know what you do to me?”
If it was in any way similar to what the mare did to him, Brandon had an inkling of an idea.
There was no time to say anything more as Celestia moved over him and Brandon allowed her to, chasing her rainbow tail as the sun rose higher and higher. Celestia smiled down at him, horn aglow to hike up her dress – she would not want to tear it so soon! – to reveal the lack of underwear. For a moment, Brandon stared enthralled at the snug cup of her pussy, nestled between her thighs, but then the equine had his cock in position and was lowering her body down, engulfing him in mare tightness.
Gripping Celestia’s thighs, he turned his head into the pillows and hissed between his teeth, hot pleasure like nothing he had ever felt before searing through his loins. He bucked, holding on to her as if for life itself and fearing that he would lose control of himself already, the threat of orgasm stirring under her touch. The mare placed a steadying hoof on his chest, rainbow tail wafting over his legs.
“Easy now,” she breathed. “Let’s take this slow.”
Brandon did not know how slow he could take it himself but he would try all the same, for the princess. Whatever she desired, eh would give himself over to wholly. Rocking clumsily up into the mare, Brandon whimpered and ran his fingers over the fabric of her lingerie, showing off her curves as she crouched, both fore-hooves on his chest as she rose and fell, riding him with her lips parted in a low moan. Her breasts bounced, unsupported by her attire and he stared transfixed at them, wondering what they would feel like in his hands.
Celestia flagged her tail as her pussy was stretched for the first time in what seemed like years, though it had only been several moons since her last suitor. To an alicorn, that span of time was a mere drop in the ocean. Her cheeks heated up as she rode her partner, looking down at the smaller human with lust flaring in her violet eyes. Her pussy squeezed around his length and the mare groaned deep in her throat, ducking her muzzle down to her chest as each thrust down drove Brandon’s cock right over her g-spot.
Panting heavily, the mare thought it would not be long before she found herself soaring amongst the stars while her hooves remained firmly on the ground, or bed as it were. Through the haze of eroticism, Celestia thought how lucky she was to have such a friend, a friend that would please her as she so desperately needed to be pleased. Or was he more than a friend?
Digging his fingers into her soft thighs, Brandon ground his teeth together, jaw aching as he struggled to hold back. If he had been on top, he would have been thrusting into the mare with wild abandon, instinct overpowering him to drive in harder and faster. He half-smirked, huffing at how roughly Celestia ground down on his shaft. The mare probably liked it rough. She’d have to show him how exactly she liked it.
Swallowing his cock with her cunny, Celestia rubbed a hoof over her clit, whinnying shrilly as he was driven closer and closer to the edge.
“Unnff... Celestia...” He mumbled, forehead screwed up in concentration.
He could not say more yet the wiser mare understood him and nodded sagely, horn casting a warm glow over the boudoir. There would be more nights for extended lovemaking, if Brandon was as eager for more as she was. The shaft spearing her pussy was not as large as a stallion’s tool but could be angled better to hit all the sweet spots and it was a lover and not a stud that the mare wanted. She had had her fill of studs. A kinder soul willing to learn was what she cradled in her hooves right now.
The mare snorted, hips rising and falling as her tail swished, strangely animated for the princess. Unable to hold out any longer with the rapid movement and clenching of her pussy, Brandon squeezed her rump and moaned out his orgasm, hips jerking as he spent himself inside her. His spurts were weaker than what Celestia was used to, yet she could feel the heat seeping into her, the twitching ecstasy of her pleasure the greatest sensation she could have desired. The mare grinned down at him, eyes half-lidded as if to show off her smoky lashes, and arched, displaying the expanse of her body as she flirted with climax. Teasing the edge of her hoof over her clit, Celestia ground down on the male’s slowly softening cock until she too toppled over the edge, rocketing into an orgasm so explosive that her horn shot a fountain of sparks.
Celestia’s arms shook as orgasm wracked her and she collapsed on top of her partner in the midst of it, mane and tail glowing gold with the power of it. Her lips planted kiss after kiss on his neck as she mumbled incoherently, muscles twitching without conscious will as her pussy seeped arousal, juices squelching as Brandon’s cock slipped from her, laying across his thigh. The male blinked and wrapped his arms around her, hips pushing up naturally into the curve of her body and bringing her in close as warming orgasm tapered off so sweetly into drowsiness.
The mare yawned, a damp hoof between her thighs.
“Brandon...” Celestia, nuzzled in close to his chest, a goofy smile slapped across her muzzle. “Would you...”
She trailed off, post-orgasmic bliss rocking her to sleep in Brandon’s arms. He wound his fingers into her mane and played the rainbow strands through the digits, admiring their hue as sleep knocked gently upon the door, beckoning them both towards slumber.
“Would you...” She mumbled, lips pressed to his neck. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”
And, just like that, she was gone, sleep overcoming her and body relaxing in unconsciousness. Her chest rose and fell gently, breasts quivering as a little hiccup trembled through her body. As Celestia slumbered under Luna’s watchful eye, Brandon sat bolt upright, eyes wide. Oh, he was very awake.
“A date?!”
Author's Note
Thank you for reading! I am open for commissions if fancied and should be updating my commission details here shortly - just need to check what is accepted by the site rules in case advertising is not allowed.
An older story, this is my first MLP piece, although I intend to write more. I have written more "furry" fiction due to commission work.
Thank you!