7. Regaining Lost Desires*

Cinnamon woke up early the next day so he could go to the market with Coco and help shop for ingredients.

“-and since Vanilla works the store all on her own, I do the shopping to give her another hour and a half of sleep,” Coco said as he walked through the quiet market. They arrived before the rising of the sun, leaving the market mostly empty of consumers. A good thing since Coco brought Paprika with him.

She was currently sleeping in a little seat that was strapped under his wings and around his barrel. A pair of noise canceling ear muffs placed over her little ears in case someone got vocal for some reason. She let out a small sigh as she snuggled deeper into the cushioned seat, pulling her blanket closer to her.

Cinnamon watched Paprika try to become one with the small chairs padding. He rarely had the opportunity to interact with foals and, due to his inability to have his own, never had them on his mind.

“How did you convince Mrs. I must do everything myself to let you buy her cooking ingredients?”

They walked up to one a booth owned by a local farmer Vanilla held the most trust in with quality ingredients.

Coco greeted the farm pony before grabbing 4 egg cartons and opening one of them to inspect the eggs.

“Well, it started with me offering to do this, which she obviously rejected, so I didn’t push the idea further than that. To her credit, she was able to do it for a solid month while I was certain she’d run out of steam 2 weeks in.”

He closed the first carton and used one a wing to pass it to Cinnamon while the other wing opened the second carton.

Cinnamon took the carton and carefully placed it in one of the saddle bags he was carrying. Normally, Coco would carry the saddle bags under Paprikas seat, but Cinnamon insisted to carry it so he could help a little.

“But she finally asked me to help after we paid her a visit at the store and found her sound asleep behind the counter.” He smiled as he closed the second carton and held it out for Cinnamon to grab, “her face lit up like a Hearth’s Warming tree after I nudged her awake.”

He opened the last two cartons and began to inspect both at once, “She finally accepted my help so she wouldn’t work herself into the ground. I come to the market early in the morning, drop off the shopping at the store and either return home or stop by a breakfast place if Paprika wakes up.”

He closed the last two cartons and passed them to Cinnamon.

They left the booth and continued walking down the street. Coco grabbed a small shopping list from under a wing and placed a check mark next to the ‘4 dozen eggs.’

“So, have you put any thought into your date with a princess?”

Cinnamon looked down at him with a raised brow, “This again? Dad, she’s not going to agree to it.”

He looked back at Cinnamon before looking forward again, “You should still have a plan. When your mother asked me on a date, she knew where we were going and what we were doing. You should approach this like a mare, not a stallion.”

“That’s what mom does though, not me. She likes to plan out every detail; when I do that, I don’t know what to do when something doesn’t go as planned.”

“I agree that you mother puts a lot of effort into her plans but that doesn’t mean you need to do the same. However, you need a plan. Imagine a mare asked you out, you agreed and she didn’t plan for anything further than that; would that make you feel desired? Or like you weren’t worth the effort?”

Cinnamon frowned. He knew Coco was right but what would be good enough for a princess?

“How would I begin? The princess has everything at her beck and call, what could I do to impress her?”

Coco shook his head, “You’re thinking too big; you don’t need to knock her shoes off, just have a plan. A small, thought out plan can impress somecreature more than a grand gesture. I’d wager that would be doubly so for the princess.”

They stopped at the next booth of their shopping, grabbing a 6 pack of milk bottles before moving on.

“What do you mean?”

“As you’ve implied, she holds the most power, influence and wealth than anycreature we know of; not to mention having a figure that ponies have looked to as the definition of beauty since ponies could write. How many grand gestures do you suppose she’s received for those very reasons?”

Cinnamon nodded, understanding what Coco was getting at, “Alright, I’ll try to think of something.”

They continued down the street collecting smaller items like Cinnamon sticks, sugar bags, butter and spices.

Paprika opened her sleepy eyes on their way to the bakery and becoming restless in her chair. Coco managed to keep her content with an Alfalfa treat until they dropped off the groceries at the bakery and walked to the breakfast Grub Hub.

It was a breakfast only place that had the most breakfast items than any other store in Manehattan. Cinnamon had scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and flour pancakes with milk. Coco had wheat waffles, potato shavings, and Orange juice. Paprika had hay sticks, mashed potatoes and apple juice.

Cinnamon just finished his first piece of toast topped with scrambled eggs.

He looked to Coco, "Would taking the princess to a restaurant be a good idea? Or do you think it would seem more like boasting? I feel like I would come off as showing her off to everycreature but it's the best thing I can think of."

"I think it's a good idea. I'm sure the princess has dated enough to know the difference between having a nice meal and getting her outside for others to see you two together."

"Hmm," Cinnamon hummed to himself, "What about a play?"

Coco shook his head, "Not on the first date, you can't talk to each other at a play without being rude. But keep that in your head; it's a good date when you want to enjoy each others company."

Cinnamon nodded, watching Paprika munch on a hay stick while trying to think of more ideas.

Unfortunately he wasn't able to come up with another. Then it dawned on him, he'd never been on an actual date before. Most of the relationships he'd been in before revolved around sex and the "dates" were asking if they wanted to buck and where they'd go to do it. Except for a few awkward "dates" in school that weren't so much dates than hanging out together with other friends.

Honestly, he only thought about a date at a restaurant or theatre because of listening to Onyx Spark's old relationships.

He poked at his pancakes with a fork as he thought to himself; Maybe I should ask mom for ideas, it wouldn't hurt and might help after I retire from the guard.

They finished their meal and took the long way back to the house; spending the rest of the day there. Later that night, they had dinner late due to Vanilla deciding to keep the store open later than usual because of a certain bat pony screenwriter.

All in all, today had been a good day.

Cinnamon woke up in an absurdly comfortable bed. The sound of running water reached his ears and a light slightly illuminated the bedroom. He wanted to see what was going on but the comfortable bed made him feel content to just lay there.

When he focused on his hearing, he could hear the sound of someone brushing their teeth. Said someone spit and clink their toothbrush against the rim of a sink bowl.

The light turned off and Cinnamon was plunged into darkness; the only light illuminating the room was coming through the window from the moon.

He could hear the soft pit-pats of bare hooves on smooth marble.

[Clop Start]

A large shadowed form passed in front of the window but the colorful, flowing hair gave away the pony it belonged to; Princess Celestia. She stepped onto the bed and laid down, rolling over face Cinnamon. He turned his head to return her gaze.

She reached a hoof out and began to stroke his upper arm, “Our heat began today… We were thinking of carrying thy foal this season. Art thee willing to sire our foal?”

A tinge of pain hit cinnamon in the chest; how did he not tell her before?

“I am… unable to give you that.” His eyes shifted away from Celestia’s confused look, unwilling to meet her gaze. “We’ve never talked about this before? I can’t sire a foal… not compatible.”

“Oh? Is that all?”

It was Cinnamon’s turn to have a confused look.

Celestia’s horn lit up in a golden hue, emitting a dim light to the surrounding area. The drawer of the nightstand opened and a corked glass bottle with a clear liquid in it floated out. It floated over to Celestia and stopped between her and Cinnamon. A golden glow formed over the cork that plugged the opening and pulled it out with a ‘pop.’ She took hold of a strand of her mane hair with magic, pulled a strand out and put it into the glass bottle. The strand of hair dissolved into the liquid and turned it white.

The bottle nudged toward Cinnamon, “Place a strand of thy fur into this.”

Cinnamon sat up in the bed and hung his legs over the side; turning back to grab the bottle and looked at it. He reached up to his hair and pulled a loose strand out. He dropped it into the bottle. When the hair fell into the liquid, it changed from white to a bubbly pink color.

Cinnamon brought it closer to his face, swirling it around as if doing so would reveal something to him.

“What is this?”

“’Tis a virility potion; 'twill allow our egg to accept thy sperm and conceive a foal. Our foal will look much like us with white fur. However, they may have thy eye color. Perhaps thy mane color as well.”

“Really? What if... will it look like me?”

She shook her head, “Nay, the potion allows offspring of the egg carrier. If thou were female, the potion would indeed make another of thy kind but ‘tis not the case.”

Celestia scooted closer to him, her forehooves coming to a rest over the side of the bed next to him. She looked at him as he continued to stare at the bottle. She could see the looks of surprise, joy, and doubt flow over his facial features. None stayed on his face for long before being replaced by another; changing every time his train of thought did.

He stood up from the bed and started to pace back and forth. He didn’t realize he wasn't wearing his loincloth until he caught Celestia’s stare as well as where it was staring at.

The old feeling of inferiority among ponies combined with remembering that Celestia was a much larger mare than his previous partners caused his free hand to instinctively cover his pride, or at this moment, shame.

Cinnamon tried to put on a smile, “I uh, I guess that means we never talked about that either…”

When he covered the object of Celestia’s focus, she blinked and looked up to Cinnamon’s now nervous face.

She mentally chastised herself for losing her focus.

She tried thinking of a solution to get this train back on track.

What was it that her sister would say about situations like this?

“’Tis not… the size of thy tool that matters, ‘tis… the way thy wields it that counts.” A smile forming on her face, happy that she managed to remember her sister’s ramblings.

She turned herself around and let her hind legs fall off the bed; resting her barrel on the bed and relaxing her hind legs so her flank wasn’t so high in the air.

She flagged her tail to reveal how hot and bothered she was to Cinnamon, “Now, show us how thou use thy siring rod.”a
Cinnamon could feel his cheeks heat up at the display combined with her words.

He focused his attention back to the potion, looking at the pink liquid swirl in the glass bottle. He could really start a family of his own. He looked back to the mare presenting herself to him, leaving nothing to the imagination.

He was a stunned; she actually wanted this to happen. Not to quench a heat without risk or to tide her over for the night. She wanted a foal with him. Not only that, she was giving him a potion that would allow that to be a possibility.

A feeling was building up inside him; a feeling that he had shoved into the deepest, darkest corner of his mind since he learned his sperm wasn’t compatible with anycreatures egg.

The call to fatherhood.

He’d buried it under the mountain of work that being a guard brought to the table; subconsciously distracting himself with things to do so that he didn’t have a chance to remember his inadequacy.

He looked back at Celestia; she was being patient with him and he was making her wait, which wasn’t a gentlecolty thing to do. He put the bottle up to his lips and threw his head back, downing the potion and placing it down on the nightstand. He wouldn’t make his mare wait any longer, nor would he make her beg. She wanted a foal and he was all too happy to fulfil that request.

He moved behind Celestia’s flanks, rubbing the soft, multi-colored fur that made up her cutie mark. As much as he wanted to savor the moment and get her hot and bothered, a glance at her marehood revealed that she was already soaked and ready.

However…

He kneeled on the ground so his face was infront of her heated sex. He stuck out his tongue, placed it on the hood of her winking clitoris. He felt her legs tense at the contact for a mere second before returning to a relaxed state.

He poked his tongue in and dragged it up as far as it could go, collecting as much of her marejuice as he could and swallowing it.

To his disappointment, it didn’t have a taste to it. A bit unusual but nothing that concerned Cinnamon.

He placed his mouth over her smooth sex and began to poke, prod, and lick it with his tongue. He could feel her shudder with his attentions. When she winked, he grabbed onto her nub with his lips and assaulted it with quick flicks of the tip of his tongue. It didn't take long before he could hear a grunt coming from Celestia as mare cum squirted onto Cinnamon's nose and upper lip.

He wiped his face and gave her wet lips a final lick before standing up and grabbing his dick so he could line it up with her marehood until he noticed that he was unable to do so.

Due to Celestia's height, Cinnamon wouldn't be able to traditionally mount her without having to stand on something and ruining the mood. That's why she was lying on the bed with her hind legs draped off the side. Unfortunately, it appeared that the bed was too low.

Before Celestia could think of something, Cinnamon jumped onto the bed. She looked at him, wondering what he was doing. He said nothing, but twirled his finger in a circle, motioning her to roll over.

Catching the hint, she moved her body so her rear was facing him again and rolled onto her back. She tucked her forelegs against her chest, angling her head so she was looking up to him. Some locks of her wavy mane draped over her left eye. She opened her legs to give Cinnamon better access to her most vulnerable and sensitive area.

Seeing Celestia looking like this aroused him more, bringing his semi-erect dick to full mast. He grabbed the base of his dick and pushed it down and touched his tip to her lips, slightly parting them open, ready to welcome him in.

He looked at her again, looking for a sign indicating a change of mind, or if she was reconsidering this. However, she was looking at him expectantly and gave him a little nod.

The same suppressed fluttering in his chest returned as he pushed into her. Her lips parted as he sank deeper into her. Each time she winked, her insides would squeeze his shaft and pull him deeper in.

When he finally hilted inside her, he stayed still, enjoying the sensations of her love canal squeezing him and trying still to pull him in deeper.

A shiver traveled up his spine; the sensations he was feeling surpassed all his bucks in the past and he wasn’t even moving yet.

He leaned down and nuzzled into her soft chest. Her forelegs wrapped around his neck as she nuzzled the top of his head.

She took a deep breath of his hair and signed into it, “Proceed.”

He nodded into her chest and pulled out, only leaving his tip inside. The cooler temperature from being outside her warm foal maker gave him just another reason to thrust back into her and receive a small gasp for it.

Her small gasp egged him on to do it again, pulling back out and slamming back in and earning a grunt.

He continued to thrust into her until he started to feel her walls begin to pull at him faster than usual.

He sat up so his body was upright again, grabbing her left leg and pulling it closer to his body. The act made Celestia emit a quiet squeak as she was rolled onto her side.

He made a powerful thrust in this new position while also pulling her into his thrust. She gasped and began to breathe erratically as she reached her climax. Her legs were unaccustomed to this new position but tried and failed to wrap around Cinnamon and, instead, kicked into her bed sheets.

Cinnamon clung to Celestia’s leg, keeping his shaft deeply hilted in her as she rode out her orgasm.

When he felt her leg muscles relax, he resumed thrusting into her at a comfortable pace; occasionally slowing down or speeding up and found a bucking strength that made Celestia hum and moan after each thrust.

He nuzzled into her leg once more and took a deep breath. While there wasn’t a smell to her fur, the act excited him further. He closed his eyes, rubbing his cheek against her let while focusing on the velvety smooth feeling of her marehood around his dick.

He could feel her start to contract around him again, signaling the start of Celestia’s third orgasm. He repeated his previous action of giving her a strong, deep thrust and holding himself there.

The pulling sensation on his dick started to give him the feeling of his own approaching orgasm but he didn’t want this to end. He clenched his pelvic muscles to stave off his release.

Unfortunately, it was a fruitless effort. Try as he might, he wasn’t able to hold himself back. The last thought going through his head was of the unusual warmth emitting from his balls.

Still buried as deep into Celestia as he could be, the dam burst and he started to pump his life giving seed into Celestia’s fertile and waiting womb. Her quivering walls that were pulling on his dick were also pulling every blast of seed to its destination.

His balls continued to pump seed into her until her womb was packed; filling her to the brink and beginning to spill out of her nether lips.

Cinnamon shivered at the feeling of his cum flowing over his sack and dripping onto the bed.

The last pulses of his dick died down as his orgasm ended. He let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding.

He peeked down at their union, noticing an absurd amount of his sperm had pooled around Celestia’s ass. If that weren’t weird enough, he could see a small bulge rising from Celestia’s stomach.

He slowly looked over to the empty virility potion bottle; surprised and impressed by how effective it was. Without measuring, he guessed that he just released 20 ejaculations worth of seed in one shot.

Downside? It spent a ton of his energy. He felt like he just ran for a whole day in full armor.

Cinnamon’s eyes closed halfway. He let go of Celestia’s leg and lowered himself down onto Celestia’s heaving chest and wrapped his hands around her. His dick still buried in Celestia’s hot, wet marehood.

The last things he felt before his vision turned to darkness was the feeling of Celestia wrapping her forehooves around his back, pulling him closer to her as well as the weight of Celestia placing her chin on top of his head.

[Clop End]

Luna opened her eyes, breathing heavily. She looked at nothing in particular on the ceiling of her bed chambers. She focused on her breathing until it returned to normal.

Only after that did she feel the wet sheets sticking to her flanks. She threw back the covers to reveal the source of liquid was from her own marehood. She dragged a hoof over her sensitive lips and brought it up to her muzzle to smell in case this was one of her sister’s pranks. But alas, it was not; the distinct smell of her mare juice entering her nose.

She shook her head as she wiped her wet hoof on the already ruined sheets.

Luna rolled out of her bed and used her magic to pull the sheets off her specially made Cloudsdale bed and threw it into a pile near her bedroom door; leaving it for the maids to collect in the morning.

She walked into her bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in, letting the warm water relax her muscles. She let out a sigh as she simply stood there, content to let the warm water run down her neck and under her barrel.

She grabbed the nozzle off the wall with her magic and positioned it to begin cleaning off her nethers. She shivered when the water made contact with her swollen lips. To make matters worse, it was enough to make her wink, causing water to hit her sensitive love bud. Her legs locked up and her magic lost its grip on the nozzle.

She panted; her head hung low as she looked back to her stiff, shaking hind legs.

Perhaps Tia’s words hold truth to them.

She picked the nozzle back up in her magic as well as a soft, bubbly sponge. She took a calming breath before looking back to her rear.

'Twill be a difficult shower this night.