You Called For Me

Novo examined the shower with mild curiosity. For seaponies, the very idea of ‘taking a shower’ was a foreign concept. Even as hippogriffs they did their bathing in large communal baths.

Celestia’s bathroom could almost pass for one, with a large basin, marble floor, and golden fixtures. Everything looked neat, polished, and expensive.

Making a fist with her foreclaw, Novo pressed on the pedal valve marked with ‘H’ in front of the shower head and was rewarded with a stream of hot, steaming water from above through the miracle of modern plumbing.

She warbled her pleasure and angled the shower head with her other claw, turning this way and that. Some particulars of pony idiosyncrasies weren't half bad.

“I’ve found where they keep the shampoo, funny how the manedressers like to hide these things,” Celestia commented as she entered the bathroom.

Novo peeked an eye open to see Celestia with her horn alight as she levitated what looked like to be a dozen bottles. “You don’t wash your own mane?”

Celestia arched a brow and made a sharp dip of her head. With her form returned to its alicorn shape her mane had reverted to being full and lengthy. The mystical quality was somewhat spoiled by clods of brown mud stuck in the rainbow streamer. ”I am a busy mare.”

“Busy or lazy?” Novo teased.

Celestia stepped in close to give her a playful bump on the shoulder. “Oh Queen of soap and suds. Help me learn how to properly lather and wash...” Celestia’s smile turned into a grin. “...so that I might be as beautiful as you.”

Novo felt a blush rise high to her feathered ears, and she looked away. Bantering with Celestia always felt like playing chess, but now there were many new pieces on the board.

And many new ways to get caught.

She flipped the table instead and angled the showerhead to douse the princess. “First get wet.”

That resulted in a sputter from Celestia along with a vigorous head shake. Novo started to snicker though she was cut short when Celestia’s horn brightened, and the bottles aimed their nozzles like an array of cannons.

Novo’s world went white and bubbly as she was splattered by a salvo of shampoo. Blindly, she grabbed for Celestia and pressed close in a final act of mutually assured soap-ation.

Afterwards, they shared a laugh at the silliness, and there under the water some of the earlier stress washed away with the mud.

When Novo opened her eyes, they met with Celestia’s. For a quiet moment, she merely admired the mare in front of her. The water had weighed down some of that wispy mane, giving it solid strands at the bangs. Curiosity had her combing through the multicolored hair with her talons and she felt it ripple between magical and solid each time.

So strange, but so very… Celestia.

Celestia leaned at Novo’s touch, resting her cheek against Novo’s stroking palm.

The move was enough to have Novo murmur, “Celeste...” but she trailed when she realized that she had nothing to say. She wanted to ask again if Celestia had meant it when she declared her love, but that felt foolish.

Still, the sense of disbelief at having that old dream come true lingered. Celestia loved her! As much as Novo had peacocked and strutted throughout the night, in her heart, she hadn’t expected Celestia to truly want her. Not after all this time.

“Mmm?” Celestia prompted when Novo took long to continue.

“If we stay in the shower too long I’ll have to change us to seaponies again,” Novo said airily, burying her anxiety with the joke.

Celestia watched her for a long moment and then answered in the same light tone. “The bed then?”

Checkmate.

They made their way from the shower to the bedroom, and Celestia spared them the chore of toweling off by brightening her horn once more.

Novo’s body was outlined in golden radiance that warmed her from beak to tailfeathers. The heat rippled intensely and then was gone, leaving her feeling like she’d been blowdried from every angle.

“I see your magic has come back to you,” Novo marveled. She could transform into a unicorn, but never managed more than some clumsy pushing when she’d tried horn magic.

“Oh, that wasn’t such a hard thing. Not for me.”

“Then couldn’t you have zapped the mud off us?”

Celestia stepped past Novo and brushed shoulder and flank against as she made her way to the bed. “Yes, but then we wouldn’t have been made nice and fluffy for each other,” she remarked as she settled herself back on several pillows.

Novo chuckled at that answer, though her trepidation returned as she approached the bed herself. It was hard not to feel intimidated at the sight of Celestia like this. I can’t even say a prayer to Sun and Stars… she’s laying right in front of me.

Swallowing her nervousness for a second time, Novo settled in the bed, opposite of Celestia. Celestia turned to face her and smiled. A smile so practiced and serene that it gave little hint in how to start.

‘I’ll have to be sure to never play poker with you,’ Novo thought before she looked across Celestia’s body. At some point, Celestia had taken off her regalia, and Novo noted the scuffs in her coat around her throat and chest.

Novo reached for the spot on impulse, intending to brush it with her talons. When her clawtips touched, she blinked at what she felt there.

Celestia’s heart thudded away with a pulse that was nearly hummingbird fast.

“Are you… nervous?” Novo asked, astonished.

The Ruler of the Sun, Equestria and all ponykind turned her head slightly. “A little,” Celestia admitted. “It’s been a while for me.”

Novo started to stroke, petting over Celestia’s front. “How long is ‘a while’?”

Now Celestia’s eyes darted to the side. “Oh… a decade?” she muttered.

“A decade?” Novo echoed. “Do ponies not love their princess?”

“The trouble is too much adoration, really. They don’t see me as anything else.” Celestia made a wry smile. “And those who do get shamed by those that don’t for their impure thoughts.”

“Oh Celeste, that can’t be healthy. For them or for you.”

“I make do with a hoof when the need arises... and the shower is such a lovely invention, is it not?”

“A hoof, hmm?” Novo’s confidence rebounded, and with it a plan took shape. “Let me show you what claws can do, pony.”

She continued the path of her claws down along Celestia’s barrel. Appreciating the feel of that soft coat and warm body underneath. A smile came to Novo when she felt Celestia shiver under the drag of the talon tip along with the excited tension as the claw approached the hindquarter.

Novo dropped the pretense and took as much of that sun-emblazoned curve in her claw as she could, kneading and massaging heavily there.

Celestia drew in a breath and murmured, “Novo…” She repeated herself with a yelp when the massage was replaced with the solid clap of a spank. “Novo!”

Novo leaned in close and grinned. “If you want me to stop, just say so, Sweet Flanks.”

That earned a glare from Celestia with her muzzle in a scrunch. “You have an obsession,” she remarked sullenly.

“I’m a hippogriff. What parts of a pony do you think I would like?” Novo challenged and swayed her own equine backside.

Celestia snorted a laugh at that and rolled her eyes. Though she was smiling again.

Novo continued her fondling, gratuitous in her squeezing touch. There was a kind of pleasure in feeling the generous curves dimple under her fingers, and she played like this until Celestia relaxed. She slowly progressed and teased her digits into the furrow itself to begin a tracing touch around the sexual lips there.

This time there were no protests from the princess, though she became very still with eyes falling on Novo’s.

With a locked gaze, Novo watched Celestia's expression while her claws navigated by touch. She felt out the shape of that sex, hunting for the telltale bump hidden by the hood, acutely aware of Celestia's still silence and held breath.

Novo’s rubbing was steady while her fingers circled. She coaxed Celestia with a small nibble to the throat.

Finally, there was a quiver in those lips followed by a minor kick of Celestia’s hind hoof. Novo felt that fleshy pearl reveal itself, a hot and tender marble underneath her fingers’ touch. She stroked the clit in passing while she dipped a finger into that tunnel proper.

The response from Celestia was immediate, she let out her held breath in a moan and brought her hips upward to meet Novo’s claw.

Novo pressed back and sunk her finger right down to the knuckle while she cupped at Celestia’s mound. She let Celestia grind herself up against the pebbly texture of her birdscale.

With her shivers now a trembling squirm, Celestia put a hoof around Novo’s shoulders and drew her in for a firm, steadying hug. “You… you are quite good at this.”

“Mm-hmm. Practice,” Novo replied simply. She leaned her body against Celestia’s at the clutching embrace, but most of her attention was still on her hand’s motion. She gently pumped at feminine well with gradual, slow presses to let Celestia get used to the feel of the stroke. Throughout, she turned her claw ever so slightly each time and worked along that sexual wall.

Novo thought that she and Celestia were a match for size, which meant that it ought to be right around—

“AH!” Celestia exclaimed, her eyes widening to the eyeliner. Inside, she clenched at Novo’s finger, a hard squeeze that had the alicorn’s hindlegs cycling at the air. The forehooves holding Novo went from hugging to bruising in their grasp.

Curling her finger, Novo pressed on the spot, feeling it out and focusing her touch there. When Celestia’s sex fluttered, Novo added a second digit to the first and worked the twin fingers through Celestia’s contractions. Each time, she ramped the pressure there.

With no breath for words, Celestia made a guttural sounding whinny and mashed her muzzle against Novo’s beak. When she found that she couldn’t kiss, her muzzle dropped to bite on Novo’s shoulder instead.

Novo bore under both squeeze and bite, leaning her head so that they were pressed cheek to cheek. She stayed on target with her massaging fingers and made sure each squirming gyration from Celestia brought more of her palm pushing to that exposed clit.

The tight embrace stopped Celestia from thrashing, though Novo could feel her trembles turn into an outright quaking.

Celestia let go of Novo’s shoulder not to shriek or moan, but to breathe out a whimper. The small sound and stiff shaking belied the storm of spasms felt on the inside. Novo slowed the tempo of her fingers and let the contractions work her fingers to a rolling stop.

For awhile Celestia laid there, head thrown to the pillows with her body rising and falling with panting breath.

Novo watched her, tickled that somehow the princess was ever more beautiful in that disheveled, red-faced state. Though part of it came from the smug satisfaction of knowing she was the one to have made it so.

Some of that must have shown on her face as Celestia opened an eye and murmured, “...such a wicked creature you are.”

Novo made a show of slowly licking at her wet claw, smiling around her fingers. “Better than a hoof?”

“Turn around. I am not so out of practice with my muzzle,” demanded Celestia.

At the offer, Novo’s tail half-rose on its own and a pang ached through her loins. She was tempted, and Celestia’s flavor on her tongue wasn’t helping.

But the desire to impress was even stronger. She’d given Celestia an orgasm, she wanted to do more. Something unique that only she could do.

“Hmm, maybe we don’t need to take turns,” suggested Novo and touched her pearl. “I could turn into a male alicorn for you. You don’t have any of those, do you? Would you like to mate one of your own, Celeste?”

Celestia blinked and considered. “Now there’s a thought... I don’t think there have been any instances…” She shook her head and chuckled. “But regardless, I don’t want a male alicorn. I want you, you silly thing.”

Novo couldn’t help the satisfied cluck that rose in her throat at hearing that. Though as one plan was thwarted another idea came to her. “A compromise between the two, then.”

She reared herself back and spread her wings for effect as she invoked the pearl’s magic. This particular transformation was easy enough to visualize, she’d seen her share of showy suitors who liked to add physical swagger to their courting displays. She fixated on the higher end of the scale, mentally going for a definitively princely size for the princess.

The sudden changing of biological gears had an unexpected consequence. Novo had already been simmering with her clit and mound swollen in arousal. The addition of a stallionhood divided those feelings and had it plumping in record time. The male flesh kicked up and slapped at her own belly before jutting forward, hard and erect.

“O… oh my,” Celestia whispered.

“Ah...hah…bet you didn’t think I could do this, hmmm?” Novo crooned, the sudden veined stiffness was worth to see that expression on Celestia’s face. “How abo— ”

Celestia tittered behind her forehoof.

“Err…” Novo dawdled, confidence evaporating at that amused note. Her ears wilted along with some of her erection.

“My dear, I am not laughing at you,” said Celestia while shaking her head. “I just thought that you match the very definition of a pea-cock so literally now. Your tail is even spreading.”

“Hrmph,” Novo puffed with a shake of her raised tailfeathers. “I… I could make it bigger still if you think it too… cute.”

“Goodness, no! There’s plenty enough here for me,” Celestia said, grinning. “So eager to spoil me.”

Novo wasn’t quite sure how to reply to that, though she soon grunted when Celestia’s horn lit and magically grasped at the stallionhood.

All at once it felt like a plethora of hands moving along her, each more agile than Novo’s own claws touching and playing with her from flared cocktip to thick root.

Her raised-on-hindhooves stance started to wobble when Celestia’s magic lifted and gave her balls a squeeze. Novo gripped at the nearby bedpost for support. “Celeste, it’s… it’s still part of me,” she reminded in a strained voice.

The intensity of golden aura eased up then took on a rippled appearance. Novo was tugged forward, and her shaft massaged under the steady pulse. Looking down brought the visual of Celestia with her nose brushing along her flare. The sight was arousing enough to summon a twitch through Novo's flesh and with it a large bead of clear pre-seed to form at the cocktip.

Celestia’s tongue was out a moment later to sweep it away. “Mmm. So it is,” she said while balancing the stallionhood on her nose and looking up around it. “Why don’t you come down from up there and we can make love?” Celestia’s forehooves raised up in invitation.

“Make love,” murmured Novo, amused at the wording. Though... the truth was, she did love Celestia, ever since she was a fledgling. First in idolizing of a storybook figure, then as a youthful crush when they actually met. Years cooperating as leaders of their allied nations matured that feeling into friendship while Novo’s terrible marriage turned it into a wistful pining of what-could-have-been.

Now here Celestia was, waiting for her. Wanting her.

Novo let go of the bedpost and fell into that embrace. The bed underneath creaking as she arranged on top to press her feathered barrel against the furred one. Celestia’s hooves closed around Novo’s shoulders while the hinds went up to squeeze at her flanks.

They lined up, helped along with guiding presses and little lurches. Novo opened her beak, feeling like she should say something when that horn magic gripped her again. Her shaft aimed plainly to Celestia’s sex, cocktip close enough to feel the tingle of heat from those aroused folds.

Any thought for ceremony or profound words flew away, and Novo moved on instinct, rolling her hips forward and pressing inside. She had touched Celestia before with her claws, but now the sensation was potent as that splendid, living plushness yielded and stretched under her erection. The wondrous feel of that hot body surrounding her. The internal squeeze that gripped her every few inches as Celestia took her stallionhood and cradled it inside.

A second joy came as the gap between them closed and brought with it a sublime intimacy. Novo could feel Celestia’s heart where it thumped against her own chest and the echo of it in the grasp of that tunnel. Every inhaled breath, every little nuance of shifting posture. She could feel all of it and her maleness leapt with excitement, giving throbs to every clench made.

Novo had given herself a shaft sized for a princess, and it made for a snug fit as she bottomed out. The flare pressing snug to the womb’s entrance while on the outside Celestia’s spread mound nestled against Novo’s groin. Even feeling her balls settled against the alicorn’s rear brought a kind of cozy smoosh. When Celestia voiced a moan, Novo answered her with a low groan of her own from the intensity of it all.

For a time they simply rocked together, with Novo gently nudging at the depths with spongy thumps of her cock's crown while Celestia lifted her hips to drag her clit against Novo’s groin.

While they were united below, above Celestia peppered Novo’s beak with kisses. She clucked a laugh at the insistence and eventually turned her head to brush a tongue on those pressing lips. Celestia again tittered a giggle at this half-kiss, and this time Novo’s heart swelled from how happy she sounded.

Though the heart was not the only thing to swell.

A part of Novo wanted to live forever like this, coupled and mated to her beloved. But the neediness in her loins grew with every lingering throb in Celestia’s tunnel. It wasn't just her male side either, her untouched clit under her feathered tail burned like a hot pebble. Only by thrusting forward could she appease any of the desires of her crossed-wire sexuality. The slow, passionate rocking they had been doing grew into an outright stroke that bounced their hips against the bed.

‘Soon, one small thrust becomes two. After two, perhaps another few…’ Novo mentally sing-songed and had to clamp her beak shut to keep from laughing outright. She was feeling giddy and drunk on excitement, love, and lust all at the same time. Celestia underneath looked messy maned and was blushing pink all along her body. Whenever her eyes opened to look at her, Novo couldn’t help but pump all the stronger at the adoration she saw in them.

With no breath from either of them to spare for words, the room was loud with the sound of their lovemaking. From the constant rattle of the headboard to the wet squish of penetration and the hot clap of her balls landing on Celestia’s rear.

Novo’s shaft felt thick and laden, and all her instincts spurred her on with the sense of impending urgency from that twitchy length. She needed to thrust, she needed to get as many in as she could. Before... before…

“Celeste,” Novo managed out between panting. “I… It… I am going to… s-soon. I need to p-pull ou—”

Suddenly, it was as if she'd sprung a trap. Celestia’s fores gripped at her in a hug that pinned her flat while the sexual tightness smothered her shaft.

“Inside,” Celestia moaned.

Novo gasped and spread her wings in panic. “Sun and Stars, it’s… it’s real!” she exclaimed. She was starting to flare out at the tip, and her balls drew up tight.

Celestia shook bodily underneath. “In-Inside,” she repeated with a waver in her voice. Now, Novo felt the clench of that tunnel break up into spasms as Celestia fell into a second orgasm. “P-please,” she said breathlessly.

Rationality and emotion pulled on either side of Novo. For one heartbeat that lasted an eternity, she was poised to either pull away or push forward. Love won, and she threw herself forward as hard as she could. Her claws grabbed at Celestia’s barrel with her own tight hug, and a cry left her throat to chorus with the alicorn’s calling moans.

Had Novo’s shaft been out in the open it would have been loose bobbing and weaving as it sputtered. But in the clench of Celestia’s body, she was aimed and held. Each thudding feeling of seed traveling down firing out into the core of her lover underneath her. Celestia bit at her neck again, but Novo hardly noticed, her world narrowed to the sensation of pleasure. Her own maresex clenched under her tail, mirroring the masculine half’s orgasm that left her trembling with seesawing aftershocks.

The moment passed, and the thuds ebbed to twitches and Novo slumped, beak open and trying to catch a breath. Focus came back sluggishly. Physically and emotionally she felt wrung.

When her wits returned to her, Novo glanced downward and haltingly drew back. She was softening from her iron-hard state, but even then Celestia’s sex clung to her. Those lips tented outward before the raunchy pop of the flare pulling free. With it came the showy excess of her cum. It spilled out of that tunnel in a gooey fall that had Novo’s cheeks burn in a blush. There was so much! She had been so eager to size herself and here was the consequence to her pride: A drippy splatter that connected cock and cunny with strands of sticky evidence.

The golden glow of magic outlined Novo’s maleness and straightened out her softening member before pulling it forward and back to the folds. Novo obliged nearly on reflex alone, giving a thrust forward to dip back into the creamed tunnel. The hot feeling doubled by the tickle and smear as their loins met in a messy drag.

When Novo looked up, Celestia wore a tired smile as she leaned back against the pillows, lit horn winking out.

Tentatively, Novo reached to stroke a claw along Celestia’s cheek. Still feeling guilt nibble at her. “Oh, Celeste… what have I done to you?”

That got Celestia to peek one eye open and laugh. “Something that should have been done ages ago.” She turned her muzzle to kiss at Novo’s clawfingers. “Sorry for making you wait.”

Novo blinked and fell to laughing herself despite her worries. And with that laugh, the anxiety left her, and she rested her head against Celestia in a happy sprawl.

Celestia laid back in that inner warmth. It felt sweet and lingering, comparable to having a bowl of hot soup on a cold winter day. Not to mention the happy presence of her lover still tucked inside. They were a little sloppy like this to be sure, but she found that liked the mess.

With that sense of contentment, she watched Novo who rested with an ear to her chest and foreclaws hugging her barrel.

“What are you listening for?” Celestia asked, eventually.

“Your heart,” Novo replied before looking up. “It’s like the tide.”

Celestia raised a brow, catching the coy note in Novo’s voice. “Oh?”

“Mm-hmm. It’s strong and soothing,” Novo’s beak corners rose in a wide grin. “...and it’s mine.”

Celestia burst out with a laugh and reached with a hoof to tousle Novo’s headfeathers. She didn’t argue the point. She didn’t want to.

Novo playfully stuck her tongue out at her before resting her chin on Celestia’s sternum. “What we did… what if it does…?”

Celestia turned her tousle into a petting. “Then it would be our miracle together.” She let a pause hang in the air before she continued, “And if it doesn’t. Well… we’ll just have to try again, won’t we? Perhaps you could make me a hippogriff next time.”

Inside, Celestia got the honest reaction to her suggestion when Novo’s shaft stirred and hardened up.

A moment later Novo chirped her pleasure, though her brow knitted. “You're so important. It’s not something you could hide.”

“I suppose not. I should set an example that after a night of partying and seducing a partner to bed, a mare ought to do the responsible thing and… offer her hoof.”

Novo’s expression ran the gamut from mild confusion to eye-widening shock when the meaning dawned on her.

Celestia held her breath and waited. She prided herself on her ability to read a pony. But now would be a gamble, perhaps the largest she’d ever made.

“Y-You—” Novo started then stopped, her beak working silently as she choked on the words. She took in a deep breath and finally asked, "You want to be a queen that badly?” She smiled then, a shaky one with watering eyes that Celestia thought was the loveliest thing she’d ever seen.

“I imagined I would become an Empress if I am going to have a queen underneath me,” Celestia teased back, her own voice breaking in the middle with a few of her own tears falling away.

“I-I’m on top of you, though,” Novo giggled. She sounded nearly like Skystar.

Celestia squeezed around Novo’s middle and with a push, rolled them both over. Her alicorn strength made it an easy tumble. “There. Now I am the top one.”

Novo didn’t fight her, only reaching with claws to stroke at Celestia’s mane and leaned her wet cheek to Celestia’s own tear-stained one. “Oh, Celeste…it would change everything. Even the world? Are you sure?”

“Not all change is terrible. I am reminded of it every day when I see my sister. Or when I see a creature like Discord with Twilight’s friends. I even had tea with Starswirl just last week and bought my grand niece Flurry Heart a gift before that. These years are filled with a kind of color and vibrance that I never thought possible in all those decades before. I am not afraid to win some happiness for myself and for you, not anymore.”

Celestia nudged Novo’s beak with her muzzle. “Now, change into a seapony. I need to kiss you.”

“Isn’t that bad luck, before?” Novo remarked while the pearl’s magic swirled around her to change her shape.

Celestia answered Novo with a kiss, pushing the seapony’s head to the pillows with a forceful mash of lip to lip. She’d been eager for this, hungry like a changeling for the opportunity. She applied all of her memory of Prench habits and worked her tongue along the other.

Novo sounded out a low note in her throat, a muffled kind of trilling that Celestia smiled over.

Elsewhere, Celestia felt the other curious change in Novo’s body. With the tubular seapony tail, her thighs straddled it like a body pillow. The extra squeezing helped with the difference in the seapony’s shaft which was now slender, curved and all the more squirmy within her.

Novo shook and broke away from the kiss to voice a strained cry while her flukes curled to swat at Celestia’s hindquarters.

Celestia rose slightly in a sitting posture, hooves on Novo’s chest while she parked her flanks square in the lap. She leaned her weight against and thought it a kind of poetic justice for all of Novo’s teasing. Even if it meant Celestia had to shiver under the repeated jabbing thrusts.

“You… mmn... need to say it,” Celestia murmured as she reined back her building excitement.

Novo blinked and looked up at her, her glowing head bobber falling between her eyes. “I do?”

“Well, that too. But not yet,” Celestia replied with a grin.

That earned her another confused look before Novo let out something between a groan and moan at the wordplay.

“Three words. I’ve been waiting the whole night for them,” Celestia prompted and squeezed her thighs and insides for emphasis.

Novo gave her the most muscular buck upward yet, and Celestia’s resolve was tested as a patch of scales on that seapony belly gave her a thrilling drag on her spread sex. She bit her lip and squeezed all the harder on that slippery shaft twitching and twisting inside her.

“T-Tyrant…!” Novo gasped.

“Yes. Now say it,” Celestia demanded, though she knew she’d won when she felt the steady pulse of heat fill her again. The joy from feeling Novo spurt bringing a merry tumble into her own orgasm soon after.

“I love you,” Novo admitted into Celestia’s mouth when they kissed a second time.