What Happens on Saturday

Cinnamon walked down a busy street of Manehattan alongside creatures on their way home from work. Griffins and Pegasi flew over the buildings, some pulling carriages behind them.

He didn’t have to walk for long before he saw the sign of his parent’s bakery, Sweet Sensations. A few creatures were leaving the bakery while he approached.

He opened the front door, ringing the little bell dangling behind it. The interior looked exactly like it had when he first left to join the guard. The large display tables filled with cakes, cupcakes, brownies, cookies, and pastries. Only a few tables were placed in the front area since most creatures that came in were buying sweets to go.

He looked around the room; neither of his parents were behind the counter and only two tables had creatures in it. One had two stallions gossiping to each other while the other table had a bat pony mare sitting at it, scribbling into a large scroll with a quill.

He continued to look at her for a second more. It was odd to see a bat pony out and about this early; the moon wasn’t due to rise for two more hours. Even the Lunar Guard didn’t get up this early to prepare for duty.

He returned his attention on the door to the kitchen as he approached the front counter. He could hear the sounds of utensils clanging against each other as well as water flowing from a faucet.

When he got to the register, he rang the little bell on the counter.

His Mothers voice came from the back, “We’re closing early today, we only have what’s left in the glass displays.”

Cinnamon tapped the bell again.

He barely heard a grunt of annoyance as well as clatter of metal on metal.

The doors opened as Vanilla walked through and she looked… tired with light bags under her eyes When she noticed him, her eyes widened and jumped at him with outstretched forelegs.

“CINNAMON!”

He opened his arms to catch her from the air, wrapping his arms around her as she wrapped her forelegs around his neck. He reveled in the comfort that Vanilla’s welcoming hug gave him. Something he hadn’t felt in years.

He hugged her for a few more seconds before giving her a final squeeze and pulled her back. His smile faded when he noticed the bags under her eyes.

“You don’t look so good mom… you didn’t actually go through with that fast delivery idea, did you?”

She shook her head as he put her back down to the ground, rubbing one of her eyes with a hoof.

“I haven’t been able to get much sleep these past few months,” she said before a long yawn escaped her mouth.

“Well, if you were just closing up, I could finish up while you go home.”

“What? This is supposed to be your vacation, I couldn’t possibly ask you to do that.”

“I insist mom, you look like you could use some time off from the job.”

She rolls her eyes, “I can handle myself for another measly hour before locking up. Though, if you want to start cleaning the kitchen, we could leave as soon as we lock up.”

Cinnamon nodded and walked through the kitchen doors. Cleanup was simple, his mom had a habit of cleaning as she cooked so there were only a dozen pans and bowls that still needed to be washed. Then the floor would be mopped, tables wiped, and the ovens cleaned out. In total, it only took him forty-five minutes to finish.

When he came back to the front counter, most of the sweets were sold and the store was currently empty. Feeling the shift of air from the kitchen doors opening, Vanilla looked back at him with a smile. “I’ve been meaning to ask, what the hay did you do to get a week away from the guard? You never mentioned why in your letter.”

He looked around the empty store again to make sure nocreature could overhear their conversation, “I kinda asked out Princess Celestia.”

“You did WHAT?”

He recoiled a little from the sudden outburst, certainly glad there were no others in the store. But he was sure somecreature outside probably heard something.

She composed herself and started to speak at a lower volume. “I’m so glad to hear you’re finally coming out of your shell about dating but walking out the doors and asking the princess? Why would you try to appeal to a mare that has such high standards!? I know a cute young delivery mare that works around the corner, or what about Sugar Rose? She’s always had a thing for you.”

Cinnamon sighed while rolling his eyes, “Sugar Rose only sees me as a big mobile cooler mom. She bullied me in school until she found out I could sate her heat without getting her pregnant. Why are you being like this? So what if I asked out the princess?”

Vanilla rubbed her tired eyes before dramatically dragging her hooves down her cheeks, “I just don’t want you to go back to avoiding dating because it didn’t work with the princess.”

Cinnamon frowned, “Mom, for the first time in a really long time, I felt like I actually connected with somecreature; not just to mate or because of what I was. Just standing there beside her made me feel… happy and I think I made her happy too. She has this thing where a stallion could ask her out without appearing odd; I thought it was enough to at least try.”

“Yes, but sweetheart-“

He placed a finger on her lips, “I know it’s not likely going to be accepted… but I thought you’d at least be supportive of this.”

She put a hoof on his arm to remove his finger from her muzzle, “I will support your choice, but that doesn’t mean I won’t worry about it. You deserve a good mare to take care of you but trying to put the princess in that spot…”

“I get it,” he stroked her neck with his hand, making her lean against it and closing her tired eyes from the mini massage, “Now go home, I’ll take what we didn’t sell to the orphanage and I’ll be right home.”

She nodded and began to walk toward the door before stopping, perking her ears up, and turning back to Cinnamon, “Also, Could you put some mango’s in the fridge? A cute bat mare has been here all day writing in her scroll. I’m hoping she’ll come again tomorrow and I want to make something right away if she does.”

Cinnamon raised an eyebrow. He thought it was uncommon for a thestral to be an early rising pony, but all day? He’d never heard of a bat pony that completely switched their usual sleep schedule.

“Really? All day? She never left the store?”

Vanilla began to excitedly hop between her front hooves. If she didn’t have bags under her eyes, Cinnamon would’ve thought she just had a cup of coffee. “She didn’t. She was here all day and ordering mango smoothies and cherry pies for meals. I think she might be a screenwriter”

Cinnamon smiled, so that was why she was suddenly full of energy; she loved watching plays and by relation, the screenwriters that wrote them.

“Alright mom, I’ll be sure to do that. Now go home.”

Vanilla nodded and went through the kitchen door to walk out the front of the shop.

Cinnamon spent the next half hour packing a dozen baked goods and cleaning all the tables in the store area and put the rag in the basket with the other dirty rags. He turned the lights off and started his walk towards the local orphanage to drop off the food. The orphanage owner thanked him just like she used to when he was younger, then headed off to his parent’s house.

It was a 10 minute walk to get out of the city and into the suburban area that surrounded Manehattan. Another 5 minutes of walking passed before he arrived at his parents’ home.

Due to his parent’s popularity at the bakery, they were able to afford a house with 6 bedrooms and, 5 bathrooms. It was nice and roomy but a bit empty feeling when Cinnamon was still young. The extra rooms were for when his grandponies would come to visit.

He opened the front door and loudly announcing his presence with, “I’m home!”

“I’m setting up the table!” Coco yelled from down the hall.

He walked through the hallway to get to the dining room where Coco was setting food on the table. There were apples, carrots, flowers, mashed potatoes, peas, and a pitcher of water. Coco was carrying in a bowl of salad, which would complete the table.

“Hey dad, how are you doing?”

Coco smiled at Cinnamon; also having bags under his eyes, “I’m doing fine,” he opened his mouth in a large yawn, “a little sleep deprived I’m afraid.”

He placed the bowl of salad down in the center of the table before sitting down in his usual spot at the end of the table. “So, I hear you’re trying to date a princess.” He said with a raised brow, “Your mother didn’t go into detail about it, care to fill me in?”

I really should hang a sign around my neck so I can stop repeating myself, he thought to himself.

Cinnamon pulled a chair out and sat at the corner next to his dad, “well, there’s not a lot to fill you in with. I asked to court Princess Celestia because there was a side to her I really liked.”

“And it’s not because of her position?”

“No dad,” Cinnamon said with a huff.

Coco held up his forehooves defensively, “I just needed to know,” He put his hoves back down. “I know too many stallions that are Royalty Reachers; last thing I wanted to hear was my son being one of those bit digging whorses.”

Cinnamon smiled, he knew what kind of stallions his dad was talking about; he saw quite a few of those them when he was on guard duty during the courtship court.

“I actually do like her. It still feels weird that I was the one asking though.”

“So do you have a plan?”

Cinnamon gave Coco a questioning look, “What do you mean?”

Without missing a heartbeat, “do you have a plan for when she says yes?”

His dad’s immediate response and confidence in his words gave Cinnamon pause.

“You mean if she says yes…”

“Any mare would be lucky to have you as their stallion. I have no doubt a Princess like Princess Celestia would see that and act on it.”

Cinnamon’s cheeks began to heat up. His dad was known to give him this kind of positive reinforcement when Cinnamon was feeling inadequate in the dating area when he was younger.

He put his hands over his face to hide his reaction from Coco, “Come on dad, this isn’t like school.”

He shrugged, “I stand by it.”

At that moment, Vanilla walked into the dining room. Cinnamon peeked through his fingers and his eyes widened from what he saw.

Being carried on Vanilla’s back was a light red Pegasus foal.

He couldn’t do anything but watch as Vanilla levitated a booster seat from the kitchen, placed it on a chair, and placed the foal in it.

“Moooom…?” was all Cinnamon could bring himself to say.

“Hm?” she looked at Cinnamon and noticed the look he was giving the foal.

She looked between the foal and Cinnamon, “this is Crushed Paprika… we sent a letter about her to you.”

Cinnamon continued to stare at Paprika, “You definitely did not; I would’ve remembered reading something like that.”

“We didn’t?” Vanilla tapped a hoof against her chin, “I could’ve sworn we did… Coco dear, didn’t we send Cinnamon a letter about Paprika?”

Coco rested a hoof on the table to hold up his head, “That was nearly a year ago when she was born. I can barely remember what happened a few weeks ago, much less a year.”

Cinnamon looked at the foal once more before looking at his parents sleep deprived eyes. “Well, this explains why you haven’t come to visit for so long.”

Vanilla sat down in the chair next to Paprika, “we’re sorry sweetie I-“

Cinnamon cut her off, “no no, nothing to apologize about. I’m sure you meant to tell me but I can understand that you may have become,” he looked at Paprika again, “busy.”

Coco chuckled, “that’s an understatement. Paprika here learned how to fly unusually early so she’s been a bit of a hoofful for these past few months.”

Vanilla nodded, “we had to buy a foal strap so she would stop trying to fly out of her chair when we fed her.”

Cinnamon looked at Paprika and noticed she wasn’t wearing the mentioned strap, “You might want to get it quick then.”

Coco shook his head, “She doesn’t need it anymore; she’s learned not to fly while sitting at the table. Doesn’t stop her from flying out of the crib though and doctors say it can be harmful to use the strap on her overnight.”

“When’s she supposed to get over that phase?”

“Well, normally around age 2 but since she’s an early flier, we’re hoping she’ll grow out of it in a few more months.”

Vanilla levitated a small bowl of applesauce to her with a small, foal sized spoon.

“Let’s eat before Paprika has a fit.”

Dinner passed quickly with chatter of Cinnamon’s guard life over the past year and the bakery. The night was cut short though when Paprika grew tired, triggering Vanilla and Coco’s desire to go to bed as quickly as they could.

So Cinnamon did as well, retiring to his old room, getting ready for bed, and falling asleep. He sighed as he made himself more comfortable; he had forgotten what it felt like to be in an actual bed instead of the bunks at the castle. Sleep came easily.

Cinnamon was in a pitch-black room; darkness where walls should be and the only portion of the floor visible under a circular light from an unseen source. With him was Princess Celestia without her regal attire smiling at him.

“So, what shall we do now?” She asked with her calming voice.

Cinnamon started to sweat as more floor started to come into view. Behind Celestia was a large bed that could easily hold four of her. Hanging from the ceiling above was a floating ring that held a thin, nearly transparent sheet which draped over the bed.

“Um… Wha- what do you mean.”

“ ‘Tis time for us to retire for the night,” she turned to walk toward the bed, her flank swaying from side to side with each step; her tail lifted enough to tease without revealing herself to him.

He couldn’t lie to himself; her erotic display was affecting him. The mares he had been with didn’t put effort into being alluring. Usually they would ask if he wanted to rut, or just flag their tails at him. Not that he’d complain to his previous partners, but this… this felt different.

He found himself moving toward her until he stood at the edge of the bed. She was lying on her side with her belly toward him. She was facing him, her head slightly lowered so her eyes were looking up to him.

If he died right now, he’d die a happy stallion.

“So, what stall we do?”

He started to crawl over to her but paused halfway. Did he really want to do this? Well, yes, he did but something felt… wrong. He never had a problem with other mares, so why was he hesitating now?

Celestia gave him a curious look as he sat down a foot away from her. Was he getting cold hooves? No, something else felt wrong, something felt off.

He looked around the room. Celestia’s curious look turned to worry, a face that Cinnamon didn’t see as he looked around.

He looked back to Celestia, who managed to return to a sultry look before he noticed. He gave her a curious look, “can we do anything?”

She nodded, “Of course, you are our consort. Why else would you be in our quarters?”

Cinnamon’s eyes lit up, that must’ve been the weird feeling; he had forgotten that he was her consort.

Now that his doubts were cleared, he looked back down to the mare next to him. There was something he had been fantasizing about for a long time.

He crawled over to her so he was right above her and placed his hands on each side of her barrel. He fell down behind her while slipping his right arm under her. He wrapped his left hand around the left side of her barrel and joined both his hands together in front of her chest.

He pulled her to him, causing her to squeak in surprise. For the first time in his life, he was cuddling somecreature that was his own size. Minotaurs could take the place in size but their cuddles were less… cuddly. Like hugging a tree. Celestia, on the other hand, felt nice to cuddle with. Her fur was so soft and warm; her corporeal hair blew in the air and tickled his nose.

“mmph, this was not wha-,” she paused as Cinnamon nuzzled and sighed into her neck, “not what we meant.”

But Cinnamon paid her no mind, she had said anything he wanted and he was getting exactly that. He was even being the big spoon! He had wondered how a mare felt whenever they spooned him and now he knew; it was amazing.

He had to be careful though; if he started to do this a lot, he might lose cuddling privileges with Celestia.

A few more seconds passed by before Celestia relaxed into his grasp. She pushed her body to make as much contact with Cinnamon as she could then hummed with content.

They stayed in that position for 10 minutes. Cinnamon almost fell asleep before Celestia slipped out of his grasp, stood up, walked a few steps away and turned to face him. Her pupils were smaller than normal but he was distracted by the frown she was giving him.

“Is something wrong?”

“You are dismissed”

Cinnamon gave her a confused look, “Dismissed? But I thoug-“

“Dismissed! You have served your purpose, now leave.”

Purpose? What was she talking about?

As Cinnamon was in thought, more creatures started to appear from the darkness behind Celestia. Most of them were ponies, including a couple griffins, a hippogriff and all female.

“Did you really think a princess would be interested in you?” a mare in the back shouted. Though he couldn’t see her, he recognized the voice as Ocean Rain.

“It’s not like you’re the only thing that can sate heat without pregnancy,” Sugar Rose, his once school bully tuned buckbuddy said.

“Don’t you think she’d rather bed an attractive pony?” a pony named Emerald Glow asked. Another pony he knew from school; last he heard, she managed to grab a modeling stallion into her herd.

They continued to shout insults at him until it all blended into a loud, incomprehensible noise. All the while, Celestia continued to stare at him with her frown. She never said a word to him, which made him feel worse than anything the mares behind her said.

Then Celestia’s pupils grew, returning to normal as she whipped her head around to see everything that was happening. She reared onto her hind legs, wings flaring as she brought down all her strength against the ground with her front legs.

Everything was shattered. The ground splintered, the mares crumbled like a destroyed building, and Cinnamon’s vision cracked like glass. For less than a second, he could see 7 images of the same Celestia jump into the air to fly off before everything went dark.

Cinnamon woke up in his bed with a start. He was sweating and breathing heavily. Realizing it had all been a nightmare; he took a deep breath, and exhaled to calm himself down.

He looked out his bedroom window to see it was still dark outside.

He stepped out of bed and paced the room so his sweat could cool off his body and give his bed some time to dry. He looked at the clock to see it would still be 3 hours before the sun was due to rise.

Not content with the speed at which he was drying, he went into the bathroom to grab a towel and started to pat himself dry.

After he was done, he went back to his bed and laid the towel over his damp sheets. Content that he wouldn’t get cold from the sheets, he closed his eyes to go back to sleep.

Despite the nightmare he just experienced, sleep came fast to him. Only, this time, it was a nice, dreamless sleep.