Sam stared at the white pegacorn across the bridge. The horse-like creature stood as tall as him, not counting the large spiraling horn with a tip sharp enough to gore somebody. He had to admit, her golden armor looked pretty nice though, with hoof guards in the shape of bursting flames, she also had a golden peytral with a purple gem in it’s center around her barrel. Atop her head was a thick tiara with the same type of gem as her petral embedded in the center. He tried to smile disarmingly, apparently he was seen as being from some opposing faction.

“While I know I'm handsome, fortunately, it has nothing to do with the dark arts.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and flared her wings, lowering her voice dangerously as she said, "Attempt to deceive me at your own peril, dark mage. I can sense the foul stench of soul magic on you."

Sam was confused, soul magic? He wasn’t carrying any souls on him, and neither did he have any soulbound objects on his person. He sighed, dropping the polite smile he had on his face, already he was tired of dealing with people after thirty seconds of conversation.

“Look, it’s probably just a misunderstand-” Sam had to leap backwards as the horse blasted the dirt near his foot. Her glare started to become dangerous as her horn was lit up.

"Speak truthfully. Or die a mutt."

“Okay! First of all, who even are you!? Second, you’ll have to threaten something far worse than death, that’s just cliche.” Sam threw his hands in the air exasperated. He thought about just turning to head back to his castle, but thought better of it.

She growled a little but stood down, folding her wings and releasing her mana back into her pool, believing he meant that his wounds would be transferred to a hostage or something. "Fine. I am Princess Celestia, one of the two diarchs of Equestria. And that castle you have perverted was once mine and my sisters."

“Shit… Sorry, didn’t know it was already claimed. I apologize, but I’ve already massively remodeled it.” Sam felt worried. Obviously being able to claim the title of princess, either they were an influential player, or an admin. Regardless, he had to do something to mend this, he really didn’t have a lot that more advanced players wouldn’t already have… it was worth a shot anyways. “Alright… look, I’ve been collecting a lot of stuff, why don’t we just sit down for tea and cake or something, and work something out… I really don’t want to have to move.”

Celestia blinked in surprise. 'He has cake? This far away from civilization…?' "You have cake?" Seemed like Sam had just found her one weakness. The thing she enjoyed more than killing dark magic users… was cake.

“Uh… yes?” He had one cake… One super hard to make cake, but it was cake… And his heart ached as he said that word.

She was in his face in an instant, her eyes filled with a different desire. But for some reason he didn't feel any safer… "Where."

He gulped. Immortal he may be, but seeing something that large move so fast was still worrying. He gestured back the way he came, back to the castle he had, in her own words, perverted.

She looked back at the castle with a glare. Then back to him with longing… and decided that purging the dark magic could wait for a few slices of cake. "... Fine. But this had better be the best cake I've ever had, or I will find a way to kill you."

“I damn hope so too…” He muttered under his breath before turning away from Celestia and leading her into the castle. As the trees thinned, he basked in what he had built in such a short time. No longer did the castle look like a remnant of 15th century europe, instead as they stepped close, tall and wide double doors opened on their own, leading to a courtyard that looked more in place in civilization than a castle in the middle of a wild forest. Celestia passed in the doorway, her horn lit as she tried to find out what kind of magic it was using… only to be surprised by the extreme lack of it. Almost as if it actively repelled latent magic from the air, but didn't care about the magic that she was actively using.

The fountain was fixed and improved, letting water infinitely drizzle down the smooth white stone it was made of. Celestia tried to figure out the water, believing it to be magical in nature, but when it wasn't, her mind tried to deny it, making her turn to other things in the courtyard. The fountain had several motifs of anvils and hammers, a personal touch on his part with a chisel. The fountain bisected a cobbled path that they walked on, and the other side of the path was blocked by rows of hedges, truly just leaves he cut and placed down, but he liked to imagine. They were built into fantastical creatures, one of which was a dragon breathing fire down onto a group of other humans, causing Celestia to pause briefly as she gazed upon it. 'Perhaps he isn't as different from me as I thought… Is he coated in that taint because of how they escaped…?'

The doors to the throne room were even larger than the ones to the courtyard but they opened up all the same, with a slow lurching movement, the throne room was revealed. He had taken down all the motifs and decorations of the night and day, Instead, he replaced it with entire illustrations of galaxies and illustrations of humans, or at least his version of minecraftian humans, fighting off the encroaching horde of minecraft mobs with nothing but torches and iron gear. Celestia gazed upon it all with a clear look of sorrow and pity. She didn't try to hide it when he would look back to see her looking away in shame.

'Maybe I should try to… No! That was how I lost HIM and how I almost lost Luna! Never again!' Celestia thought to herself before taking a deep breath to fix her resolve. He would either kneel, or be forever barred from their lands.

“Right… Just a minute. Minxie!” He shouted out the name after realizing that they actually had no place to dine. He barely required food, and remodeling this part of the castle had already eaten into most of his freetime when he wasn’t exploring or crafting machines with purpose. Soon, a small chibi witch riding a floating broom entered from a side door. If she had stood on the ground, she would barely reach his waist.

“Yes master Sam?” She spoke in a high pitched voice. Minxie was a Wixie, a magical race of familiars who serve their master in all aspects of management, from crafting to potion making.

“Please get me my standard building supplies, wildwood if you would.” Minxie nodded as she left the room.

"A familiar?" Celestia asked once the little creature had left. She felt an immense amount of mana in it, but couldn't quite decipher the summoning method.

“One of them, the rest are busy making sure production stays on track, but Minxie has proven herself reliable as my personal assistant.” Sam nodded. He was proud of what he had accomplished so far, and these fae were so helpful. A faint hum filled the air as Celestia lit her horn again.

"Production…?" She asked darkly, clearly preparing to kill him again.

“Metal smelting, reagent crafting, etc.” He said unconcerned.

She snorted and stood down again. "What kind of reagents? Because that will determine if I turn this whole place to slag or not, mortal."

“You know, Focuses, Source Gems, Pedestals-”

Celestia snorted as she stomped her hoof slightly. "Source gems? Ha! There's not a single creature in the world that can- what is that?" Her attention and rant cut off as Sam pulled out a gem that pulsed with an insane amount of pure mana from somewhere when she was distracted.

“Want one as a souvenir?” He asked, holding the purple gem out to her. He figured she probably already mined a lot of these, but she was looking at it so possessively.

She quickly ran through several possibilities, and only one was a good one. She had spoken with her student before flying over, so she wasn't looking at her soul, she knew that much. But for a Source, the very core of how a Unicorn used their magic, to be separated from them… She reached out with her magic to grasp the orb, recoiling as her own Source was flooded by the pure magic inside of it. "F-fuck…"…

“You uh… okay… your majesty?” He added on quickly to the end. He never had that reaction when holding one of them… but then again, he also didn’t know how to make things levitate like she was currently trying to do with the gem… maybe a higher tier glyph?

"Y-yes. I… I'm fine, Mortal. How did you create a Source from pure mana? Such a thing goes against everything we know of mana and Unicorn thaumaturgy," she replied, rubbing the base of her horn as if it was causing her pain.

“Really?” He rhetorically asked as he frowned. Sam was beginning to doubt he was actually in some sort of VR simulation of minecraft and more leaning towards a dream. There’s only so much roleplay you can do that goes against the game mechanics afterall… “I have a dozen machines churning these out from stray magic. Ah, but there’s Minxie with my supplies.”

Minxie, true to Sam’s words, had floated in carrying a small bag. The familiar handed it to Sam before going back to wherever she went when Sam didn’t have any need of her, which was most of the time.

“Right, if you could just wait a few more minutes as I build us an area to dine.” He told Celestia as he looked in the bag, nodding at all of the bits of wood and wool he’d need to place.

'Wait, did he say MINUTES?' Celestia thought to herself as she watched him. Her mouth almost instantly fell as he had made a long table in seconds and began decorating it. After a few minutes of watching him break the laws of reality worse than a certain pink menace who shall remain nameless (HEY! I SAID NAMELESS!) the only reaction she could muster was a twitch of her eye.

“Right… Everything looks good, Minxie! The cake! Also bring some of our drinks. Tea and Starberry punch should be good.” He shouted out as he took a seat, Motioning Celestia to do the same. He had made a few cushions for her to sit upon, as a proper chair was made for a bipedal stance.

Celestia recognized the name of the berry, having believed it had gone extinct when she was filly since nopony could get it to grow again. If he truly had managed to do it… "Starberry…? Been a very long time since I've had the pleasure of tasting it…" she said as she took a seat, deliberately blocking the memory of what she had just witnessed.

“You can take an entire bushel with you if you want, they literally grow on trees!” He chuckled at his own joke as Minxie returned, setting a large square cake on the table first. It was stacked with two layers, and glazed with a soft white creamy frosting. It was fairly standard for a cake, but his encyclopedia of recipes in his mind didn’t really have any other type of cake inside of it. The familiar then set down a steaming kettle and a pitcher full of yellow juice. The plates and cutlery were last, and Sam still wondered where Minxie held all of this stuff.

"Trees? Perhaps that's why they went extinct so long ago…" Celestia said as she levitated a cup of the fruity juice to her side… along with the entire cake. "Mind telling me where you found the seeds for the starberries? Or how you were able to do what we failed to do centuries ago?" She asked as she levitated a bite of cake to her lips. When she tasted it, her wings flared out and a clear blush exploded across her muzzle.

He opened his mouth to say something about the cake before closing it and shaking his head. Pouring himself a cup of tea, he thought about how he should answer her question.

“Well, I cut some grass, and the seeds were inside the grass.” He answered, looking at her strangely as she took a bite of his cake.

She gulped and shuffled a little, using her magic to force her wings back down as she refused to meet his eye. "S-so… you truly aren't from Equis. While that means I would treat you as an ambassador from your world, I suspect you d-don't have a way back, yes…?" She took a smaller bite, shivering in delight at the taste again. She had to find his recipe. Or keep his cakes to herself.

“Well… it’s true that I had only woken up in this castle a week prior… I’m sure I’ll eventually find a way back,” he said while thinking to himself, 'Or wake up…'

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the cake, It took several deaths for me to figure out how to milk a manticore.” He laughed, his own death count was probably higher than twenty at this point, as everything in this forest seemed built to be a predator.

Celestia glanced up at him, briefly worried by what he meant. "And how, pray tell, did you manage to avoid dying? Are you a lich of some sort? Or are you transferring your wounds to somecreature so you don't actually die?" She asked while cautiously taking another bite, still warring with her two parts. One the one hoof, he was clearly killing something to keep himself alive… but on the other this cake was making her cum it was so delicious…

'Wait… That’s actually possible?' He thought, opening his mouth to answer before stopping. He could just say, ‘Respawn mechanics lul’, but that wasn’t going to cut it he felt. He looked around the room, at his art, the decor of warriors facing off against an unstoppable horde of monsters in the darkness of the night… And upon some of the glowing weapons he found his answer, soulbound.

“My body most assuredly dies Celestia, there is no doubt about that… But my soul is immortal, and whenever my body expires, it retreats back to the safe spot I set and rebuilds my body and equipment…” He spoke softly.

"What…!? But doing that…! That is slowly eating at your soul, Mortal! You're going to go insane!" She shouted, her memories going back centuries ago, back to when she had a lover…

“That’d be the case if my soul was mortal! My will is stronger than most, Celestia. I can, and have, handled it.” He spoke harshly, wondering and worried that him respawning might actually be doing that. He then shook those thoughts away, this was his dream, of course it wasn’t devouring his soul.

"Dammit, Sombra!" She snapped standing up fully as she smacked a hoof on the table, her eyes clenched tight. When she opened them to continue the argument, she realized her hindlegs were shaky and that she was standing on the table, a clear line of her cum connecting her to the cushions beneath her. She slowly looked up to Sam to see him looking at the trail with a surprised expression.

“So, ready for the main course?" he asked before looking up to her eyes with a hint of mirth.

Her response was to blast him with a lance of raw solar magic, putting a hole in his gut as the scent of burnt meat filled the air. "Oh fuck! I'm sorry!" She rushed over to try and heal him, but quickly realized that she couldn't for some reason.

“...hot.” Sam coughed out, talking about the cauterized hole in his stomach. That attack took him down six hearts, and he was still wearing his diamond armor.

Celestia's eye twitched as she took a calm step back, leveling her still glowing horn at his face. "Fuck you, dark mage…" she then proceeded to blast him again, coughing when his body exploded in a cloud of smoke and floated through the air. The sound of boots falling upon stone came from the entrance to the tower behind her shortly thereafter.

“You could have at least let me do it myself…” He groaned as he re-entered the throne room he had temporarily converted to their dining hall. His body was whole once more and his chestpiece no longer had the glaring hole it once did.

Celestia stared at him as he returned, clearly confused as to how quickly he had returned. "You… what…?" She then collapsed to the floor, her mind having finally given up and deciding to just shut down due to how much was contradicting what she knew.

“Shit! Minxie!” He shouted as he ran towards her. She mentioned she was a Diarch, right? If her subjects, hell, if her co-ruler found out she was harmed in his care this dream was going to end real fast, regardless of his functional immortality. As the fae entered he immediately called out to the Wixie. “Minxie! What happened to her!”

Minxie looked over the mare currently in Sam’s arms, the trail leading from the cushion over the table. Sam was internally yelling at her to hurry up, He was enjoying the dream, he didn’t want it to turn into a nightmare!

“Master is very virile. If the evidence is to be believed.” Sam shook his head at the Wixie.

“That- Nothing happened, she just collapsed after she killed me!” He shook Celestia gently a few times, his own super strength in this world allowing him to hold her up without any struggle.

“Whatever happens, the Sun Mare deserves it.” Minxie nodded before floating off. What was more ominous however, was when all the doors closed, most likely the other familiars ordered by Minxie to do so.

He shook his head, yelling at Minxie wouldn’t do anything, although he didn’t understand what her thought process was. He looked at the mare in his arms, trying to remember half forgotten CPR classes, and then wondering if they’d even work on a horse. Or even if they were required here…

He held a hand beneath her nose, and promptly realized he had no idea what the normal breathing pattern of her species was… Fuck it. He performed chest compressions where he thought the equine heart might be for several seconds before leaning in to begin mouth to mouth.

As he got close enough, he saw Celestia’s eyes snap open before a blinding yellow light filled his vision. He heard her voice coming from the other side of the room. “What do you think you’re doing!? I… I am a Princess of Equestria and… and…”

“You collapsed. I was trying to give, admittingly poor, CPR... “ He responded as he blinked the lights in his vision away. “Besides, you can’t tell me your suitors haven’t wanted to at least kiss? You’re a beautiful mare.” At least he assumed. She was obviously healthy despite this obsession with cake. And horn plus wings? When he had seen a mini-equine with neither, must have been bonus points.

“W-well… Nopony has wanted to try and court me for… Centuries now… I um… L-look, that's not important! If you help me kill the other dark mage, then… I’ll let you live in the nearby village! But only I get to eat those cakes you make!” Celestia said, her eyes flicking between Sam and what remained of the cake.

He sensed they were turning to the negotiations phase, which he was fine with as he fought off his own blush. He ignored the dining table in favour of walking up to the throne. An iron construction inlaid with Source Gem blocks. He’d like to say his entire demeanor changed when he sat down upon it, but the truth was that he was still the same.

“First of all Celestia, I don’t care about a nearby village, I’m completely self-sustainable right here, my farms produce all I need to eat and drink, my mines produce all the ores I’ll ever need… You’ve been a delight, so I’ll take this quest… In return, I want two things, the first is Admin privileges.” He paused, looking at her and seeing if any comprehension dawned upon her at those words.

She blinks in confusion but nods. “Very well. And the second request?”

“Considering I don’t want to move out of this castle, and I was planning on becoming a tributary of your Equestria, I believe this gives me the status to officially ask to be put on your long list of suitors.” he said. He didn’t actually have any feelings for this dream construct of his, Which is what he determined her to be, as no person in their right mind would have actually agreed to make him an admin. Courting her however, would make him prince of this land called Equestria, and depending on how long this dream lasted, king.

This actually angered her, causing her to aim her horn at him again. “And why should I do that, dark mage? Allowing you to live in Ponyville and eating your… honestly delightfully tasty cake should be enough!”

“First of all, I understand you’re flustered, but I have given you zero evidence of performing some sinister magics in this castle. Secondly… Us courting would have more beneficial effects on your kingdom than it would my small domain. Do you know how much metal I bring in daily princess? Enough to rebuild this castle out of iron in a month… Lastly, “ He smiled sadly, a performance his highschool drama instructor would be proud of. “It’s a shame such a beautiful mare has been alone for centuries…”

Celestia blushed as she heard the compliment. “S-so… y-you said that you can make the castle out of iron…? That seems impossible, given how deep it is and how hard it is to get…”

“Minxie! Bring me our collection of iron blocks!” He yelled out to the closed doors. While he would tolerate the little Wixie’s antics, now was serious business. Soon, the door opened, and Minxie along with several other Wixies came in, three held a single chest which they placed down, and then the rest filled those three chests full of iron blocks. He gestured for Celestia to look at the chests for herself as the Wixies backed off.

Celestia cautiously approached the chest and opened it, her eyes never leaving him until she turned to gaze inside… Her vision was filled with all the colors of reality bleeding together… Celestia felt like she was being pulled inside, unable to look away without help. “H-...he…”

“Speed!” Even before she had begun calling out for help, he had already taken out his spellbook. He saw his mana bar drain by a third as the spell took effect and he was across the room by Celestia’s side in less than a few seconds. He pulled her from the chest, cradling her head near his chest, her horn was dangerously close to poking his eye out, but he didn’t care, because he wasn’t thinking. He hadn’t even thought how a dream construct who had never known about minecraft would react to a chest, which stored an impossible amount of space.

“S… so c-cold… S-so deep…” Celestia said absently as she stared off into nothingness. “W-why was it so… A-absent…?”

“Shhh.” He continually hissed out stroking her hair, it was surprisingly soft. Realistically, he couldn’t have known what was going to happen. He had assumed since this was a dream all would be fine… But he still blamed himself deeply for this, regardless if this was a dream. Humans truly were social creatures. Magical wooden wolves, he was fine keeping in a cage as pets, he was fine hunting manticores and other creatures, but this mare could talk, laugh, feel, and he just felt so, so guilty… Eventually, he was unsure if he was shushing her, or his own thoughts.

A few hours later, Celestia awoke, her head pulsing in time to her heart. “Ow…” she groaned out as she sat up, looking around to spot Sam at the foot of the bed with his head in his hands. She immediately noticed that he wasn’t wearing his armor anymore and that there was what she could only assume to be an armor stand in the corner with it haphazardly strewn on it.

“I’m really sorry… I had no idea you… that only a minecraftian could…” He stuttered out as he noticed she was awake before he merely fell silent. He had already made a replacement bed and placed it elsewhere in the castle for when she blasted him in anger again. He didn’t want to know what would happen if he spawned on the same bed as her when she was still in it.

She briefly considered doing precisely that, but decided against it and stood up from the bed, a small blush on her face. “Minecraftian, hmm…? Is that what your people were called…? I… suppose I should apologize then. I was acting on the assumption that you were just another cold and heartless beast using dark magic. Does not change how I feel about dark magic at all, and I still want that wolf dead, but I think… I think with you at my side that I might be able to curb my… wrath, for lack of a better term.” She smiled faintly at him before sitting across from him, holding out a single hoof. “Truce then?”

“I already promised to help you with that wolf in return for what I asked… you already gave me one of them, so I suppose, if after this you don’t want to accept the second… I’ll understand… So yeah.” He sadly smiled up at her, this time he wasn’t acting, when he took her hoof in his hand he was surprised at how soft the fur around it was, the little he could feel around her hooves and metal guards.

Celestia smiled warmly and shook his hand before promptly pulling him into a hug. “Make me another cake and I’ll consider it.” She whispered into his ear before getting up and heading for the door.

“I’ll try to use proper ingredients this time.” He chuckled. He swore he saw Minxie run away from the doorway. He shook his head and followed Celestia down to the throne room.

“What? Why? Was it something odd last time?” Celestia asked in confusion. The last cake was so good… ‘Maybe he doesn’t want me to get like… that…’ She thought to herself with a blush.

“Cockatrice eggs and manticore milk… But other than that? Not really, petrification is just really annoying, I was so slow for three minutes.” He shook his head as he thought about how difficult it was moving around under the cockatrice’s stare.

“Truly? Have you not tried to domesticate them? I know a pegasus that could help with that. Sweet little mare…” Celestia said as she glanced out a window over the repaired castle. She smiled faintly as several memories of happier times came back to her.

“If I knew what they ate? Sure… but that takes time, and considering the mess you made… I’d imagine you’d want another one sooner than two days.” He smiled gently at her with mirth. He would be flattered that his cooking did that… but he barely did more than put the ingredients together.

Celestia had the decency to turn a deep crimson as she recalled, fully, what had transpired. "R-right… Well, the thing she told me is that you must stand your ground and challenge it in return, not letting it see how scared you are… Not sure it would apply to someone that can casually tear holes in the fabric of reality, but I'm sure you can figure the finer details out, yes?"

“I’m sure… Although I guess you’ve been here long enough, a princess is usually really busy…” He finished lamely, as he didn’t actually want her to leave. While Minxie and the others could talk, they weren’t exactly conversationalists… Although… he did have one odd recipe that could maybe help him in his endeavor to not be so lonely.

"And why would you suppose that? I made it a law decades ago that Moondays, today, are to be days of rest and relaxation. And as far as I'm aware, I wasn't unconscious for that long." She said as she nudged his leg with her foreleg.

He snorted in amusement. He remembered the Christians did something similar, for entirely different reasons probably. But regardless, he looked over at the mess of the dining area. In her haste when she had attacked and then killed him, she had knocked over both of the drinks, and they had started to mix with the cake.

“Because usually rulers don’t hang out… although I suppose weirder things have happened today… We’ll have to get new food though, I believe that cake is ruined.” He finally said.

Sam never thought he'd see someone so melodramatic, as Celestia collapsed with an expression on her face like the world had ended. It took several minutes of consoling her while stroking her extremely soft mane.

She eventually managed to gather herself and stand back up, a faint blush still on her muzzle from the act. "Ahem… apologies, Sam. I don't know what came over me. Although… Starberry juice tea sounds rather nice, I must admit."

“Heh. You just like my cake too much, seriously, what slop are they feeding you in your pretty princess castle that my cooking is the best you’ve eaten?” He laughed off her embarrassment. He had already grown used to her eccentricities around cake. “I’ll see about having Minxie get us some of that then.”

"Please do… And while my chefs do try their best, they always stick to recipes that most other mortal ponies enjoy. Yours is the first I have had that hasn't been that way in a very long time…" Celestia explained, trying to appear regal and get her blush under control.

“Right… I think you just have a fetish for cakes.” He nodded towards the dining table, causing Celestia to ball at him. While His familiars were great at performing tasks he needed, cleanup was not one of them. “Minxie should be listening around and should get us the tea… I uh… suppose I really don’t know what to do now that you’re staying…”

"I…! Ahem… S-so, about the murals in the throne room and across the castle… Are they the history of your people…?" Celestia asked, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her yet.

“Uh… yeah, I suppose.” He looked up at the one spanning the wall of the throne room. It was really just a mural he had made for fun, but he was all in on this minecraftian thing… besides, there really wasn’t anybody around to ruin his story. “This was one of the rare occurrences when several Minecraftians would wake up on the same world.”

"Wake up? What do you mean by that?" Celestia asked, still confused and curious.

"Minecraftians are… I suppose a nomadic race you could call us. We wake up in a world, build marvels and feats of engineering no other race has ever done before, all until the final rest, where we leave the world forever and wake up on a new one.” He turned his head from her, actually embarrassed that he was making a videogame sound like an entire race of multiversal people.

Celestia took him looking away as a sign that he lost someone important to him. "Someone didn't resurrect during that war on the wall, did they…?" She asked cautiously, trying her best to not earn his ire. She needed that cake after all!

"Well… not exactly… A Minecraftian can’t ever truly die… well, unless they give up. But that’s normal. You get bored of wandering from world to world, doing the same thing over and over again... “ He shook his head, almost believing the lies he was spouting off.

"Oh… who did you lose, Sam…? I-if it's not overstepping any boundaries, that is," she hastily added, worried that she might be upsetting him.

“Just my father I guess…” He smiled fondly. He of course didn’t lose his dad to some sort of war. It was a heart attack brought on by unhealthy conditions. He remembered when he was younger, his dad splurged to buy minecraft. They ran it wherever they could get free access to a computer, playing all day sometimes. When he finally got some old pc’s from one of his buddies, they had an even more enjoyable time.

"I see… I'm sorry, Sam… When I go back tomorrow, I'll let the ponies of Equestria know about you and what you've been capable of doing…" Celestia's wandering eyes rested on the chest she had almost been trapped in again. "And perhaps you should pull the iron out of the chest…?"

“We’ll have to figure something out, each block in there is a one meter square… and each chest holds two thousand forty eight of them.” He chuckled as Celestia stumbled.

Her eyes flicked between the chest and Sam in horror. "You… you have that much iron in that single chest…?"

“Well, kinda. I suppose each chest acts as an extra dimensional storage pocket. So it’s bigger on the inside. All Minecraftians can make them.” He nodded as he tried to not think about how his inventory system actually worked all that hard.

"I…" Celestia shook her head to try and dissuade any thoughts of reality, recalling that there were two beings capable of far worse in her country. "Alright. And, by chance, are Minecraftians limited in how they appear? For example, could one appear as a bipedal wolf with what appears to be silver fur?"

“We can look like anything as long as it’s bipedal and around two meters.” He said, wondering why her imagined appearance was so specific.

She hummed in thought before gazing off to the distance. "And have any of them tried to destroy rather than create…?"

He thought back to all the times he had someone destroy what he built merely because they could. “We call them Griefers. They come into a world a minecraftian has opened up for travel to and delight in destroying what others create, even if they never get to see the reaction to it.”

"Griefers… I believe the dark mage I'll be sending you after might be one of these could beings. Is there a way to deal with them permanently, or…?" Celestia let the unspoken question hang there, believing he would understand what she was asking.

He shook his head, he began to reach for Celestia before pausing his hand. He could see how much this dark mage was bothering her. He knew there was no chance they were Minecraftians, let alone griefers. “None that are… permanent… do not worry Celestia, I promised to deal with him…”

Celestia saw him pause, and, after she looked around to make sure nopony would see her, pressed her head into it with a sigh of relief. "Thank you…"

He had no idea why he cared what a figment of his own dream said, but he at least knew that he could barely stomach deceiving her in this dance of love… as he idly ran his hand through her soft fur he asked her. "I know I'm going to sound like a broken record… but you truly don't have to force yourself to accept my second term."

"It's not that, Sam… Sombra, the last stallion I loved…? You… you remind me of him. In so many ways… he was a kind soul, before he tried to make himself immortal through the dark arts. He cared for his ponies as best he could, but he eventually went mad. A piece of me believes that if dark magic was erased that I could see him again, but… I feel that you might be that reborn soul, Sam… So please, do not mistake my doing this as a favor to you for helping with that being." Celestia looked up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him to accept her affections.

"I-" he paused, and he was crestfallen to see the beginning of hurt behind her eyes at his own hesitation. He had never loved someone else, it was too expensive to. But… "Alright… I'll… I won't treat it like that…"

She smiled brightly, pulling him into a hug as she gave him a kiss on the lips. "Thank you, Sam…" Her face slowly turned a bright red as she realized what she had just done. "Ah…"

He was shocked. Ever since he had gotten here, everything had been muted, pain, pleasure, even touch… but her kiss, awkward as it may have been, felt alive. He looked at her before pulling her in for a longer embrace, their incompatible facial structures were ignored in favor of him never wanting the moment to end. While the initial shock caught her off guard, she leaned into it, her eyes fluttering closed as her wings wrapped around them instinctively to give them at least a little privacy.

When they finally did come up for air, Celestia was panting, her muzzle a deep crimson. "Wow… that… just… wow." Celestia said, unable to think of anything else to say at the moment.

"I'm glad my first kiss was at least enjoyable for you." He said, not even winded. The exchange had only consumed one air bubble. He barely even realized they were still closer together than they had been the entire day… he almost wished he could sleep, as Celestia truly was like a soft pillow.

She noticed this and whinnied slightly, causing her blush to reach her ears as she covered her face. She mumbled something and seemed to be quivering for some reason.

"Everything okay?" He breathed out almost silently. The words were still loud in the large throne room.

Celestia suddenly grabbed him and teleported the two of them back to her old room and threw him on the bed. "Breed. Me. Now!" She practically pounced on him after she declared that,clearly not able to wait for him to get undressed.

Sam had the most confused hardon he'd ever had in his life. His struggles to remove his clothing were only exacerbated by the mare's telekinetic grasp trying to aid him. Their lips were smashing together like they were in a frenzy. After a minute, Celestia growled in frustration and slammed her hooves to either side of his head and tore the clothes off and threw them to the other side of the room with her teeth.

"Much better~..." She said as she stared down at his shaft with a moan. "Sam… I'm not sure I can hold back. Haven't… had a good fuck in centuries~..."

He grabbed her flanks, his fingers already being soaked in her juices. "You don't have to…" He breathlessly said as he started guiding her flank downwards.

She wanted as she watched her marehood slowly spread around his shaft. She moaned as she slipped and was suddenly filled by him. "F-fuck…"

He grunted as he was suddenly hilt-deep inside of her. He kept her there despite feeling her trying to push back up, getting used to the new sensation of her around him. She was surprisingly snug around his cock, as he worried she'd be too wide for him. With a slow effort he dragged her flank back up until she barely even had his tip inside of her. Once there, she tried to go back down slowly, her legs shaking from the pleasure as she leaned down to kiss Sam again.

He reciprocated the kiss. After a few torturous passes up and down his shaft, he had enough savoring the moment. With a yank as she was once more at the tip he pulled her downwards quickly, practically hilting in her before dragging her back up, slowly and torturously before slamming her back down.

Celestia threw her head back and cried out in bliss as she came for the first time in centuries. The cake didn't count! She needed this more than that, and her body knew it. Her body wanted him inside her, trying to milk his rod as she shivered from the pleasure.

He abandoned his smooth thrusts, pulling her onto him in quick, short slaps. His hands drew circles on her flank where the image of a stylized sun was. He felt that rather than being forced closer to release, he was getting impatient being so far from climax.

"Please… please fill me~!" Celestia begged, having long since abandoned trying to appear regal in his presence. She needed him, and she could tell he needed her just as much. 'M-maybe… I should…' she thought before his teasing fingers touched her cutiemark and made her cry out in bliss as she came again.

He could feel her clench around him. Bringing him closer and closer, but it was just barely enough… 'Curse this stupid body!' He thought as he edged around his climax. Soon, he abandoned any thought about being gentle to the mare on top of him, slamming her down before roughly pulling her up and repeating. Each slap that echoed through the bedroom was punctuated by a sexually annoyed grunt from Sam.

Celestia was quickly left a mess, unable to think of much else than the pleasure as her vocabulary was reduced to a single word and moaning. When her half conscious mind noticed he hadn't cum yet, she cast a quick spell to help him along… not realizing how well it would work.

Sam was left on the edge, his own body betraying itself as he barely noticed Celestia's horn glow. Soon, he felt a sharp pleasure somewhere in his abdomen. He didn't exactly know what was appropriate to say, so all he said as he slammed the mare down one more time and felt himself burst inside of her was, "Oh, Celestia!"

Celestia came one last time before collapsing, her mind clouding over for a bit due to the lust and pleasure. It took her several minutes to realize what she had just done… and how little she cared about what others might think if they found out. "Sam…?" She started nervously. "Do… Do you love me…?"

“I…” Sam couldn’t really say. But the fact that he went through with this. Despite being thrown on the bed by her, he was in control almost the entire time, and he could have stopped at any point. He pulled her in for a kiss, instead of the crazy and feverish passion from earlier, this one was gentle and sweet. “Yes, I do.” He whispered after they broke the kiss.

Celestia smiled and returned the kiss before trying to get comfortable. "Thank you… Thank you so much, Sam…"

Sam would have tried getting comfortable, but the activities they had just performed brought some terrifying news on his hud... “Celestia… Did I just… are you going to be... “ He struggled to ask.

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"Hmm? I mean… I shouldn't be. We're not the same species… right?" Celestia asked in return, suddenly just as scared and confused.

“Celestia… my kind are creators… I- it’s my fault, I wasn’t thinking!” He blurted it quickly seeing the panic in her eyes.

She bit her lip and shuffled, trying to slide off of him now as her fear began to set in. "We… I… Oh, by mother's light… I-if I am… Then I'll have to announce you as a royal first," she said as she began to pace. "B-but if you are, then Luna might call me a hypocrite… Oh, fuck this is… scary."

He threw himself out of the bed, ignoring the coldness of the floor as he hugged her around the barrel. “Calm down… you’re the only one who knows about my kind, for all they know, I’m already royalty. And we’ve already established whatever dark magic you feel is part of my race’s inborn nature.”

"I… Right. I'll try to keep this under wraps… Don't leave this world, please…?" Celestia asked nervously before kissing him and taking a step back. "I should go back to Canterlot. I'm sure the nobles are starting to panic by now…"

“I wouldn’t think of it… before you go though… I need to make something so if that dark mage attacks you… or some other reason, you can call me.” He switched to his diamond sword on his hotbar, it instantly appearing in his hand. This recipe was strange, as it didn’t actually require any crafting, just an item he wanted to use.

[i“I am the crafter, if you seek help, call upon me, and I will come.” He slashed the air with the sword, a mass of inky blackness behind the rip in reality he created, before the sword was sucked out of his hand into the void. The rip closed quickly afterwards. He looked around awkwardly, wondering where the item he had just created had gone, before remembering Celestia had given him admin privileges.

“Uh... right, Admin Command… Give item id, Displaced underscore Token, Sam, one.” As in his hand, the same diamond sword appeared in his hand, the same words he had spoken before echoed in his mind. He knew instinctively that if he used this item, someone could now summon him.

“Right, uh… Just tell me that you need me when holding that and I should be summoned directly to you.” He said as he held the sword out to her.

Celestia took it from him, taking note of the strange shape of the blade, but knew that he would protect her if she needed it. "This is a very… unusual shape for a weapon. What is it called, exactly?"

“A sword.” He said, looking at her oddly, while they had hooves, surely she’s seen a sword, even if it didn’t look like this.

"Hmm… Most creatures use spears. But I'll keep it close. Thank you, Sam." She bowed slightly before teleporting away.

He sighed as she left, looking down at his naked body. He barely recognized it as he felt his own hard muscles. He grabbed his clothes, which always recovered through some mysterious means after being damaged, and put them on before returning downstairs to get to work. If he was going to kill a dark mage, he needed to prepare.

Author's Note

Hope you lot enjoyed the chapter! Just 4 more, give or take, until we make it to the major event of our two heroes meeting!