Bedding a Goddess

by BlueFin

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance, Original Character, Porn
Length: 4181

When a striking mare shows up at Sun's Rays Cathedral's doorstep in a thunderstorm, caretaker Collin doesn't have much of a choice but to let her in-and accept her unusual request.

Sun's Rays Cathedral- a place without ridicule or judgement- at least, that's how the residents of Helmfirth see it. For high priest Collin Notes, he sees it as home- and a bit of a prison. Without much contact with the world outside of the massive building, he missed out on many things growing up, including what it was like to become attracted to someone. When a striking mare by the name of Sirena shows up at Sun's Rays Cathedral's doorstep in a thunderstorm, he'll find it out pretty quickly-as well as who she really is.

Contains: F/M, a bit of sub/dom play, large amounts of jizz, and a buttload of teasing.

Published 2019-06-19 19:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-06-19 19:10:02 UTC

"A Divine Request"

Rain. It came down in sheets outside the still and quiet walls of the Sun's Rays Cathedral, making everything inside the grand structure quite the opposite of its name- dark and dreary. Inside the echoing, empty chamber known as the main sanctuary, a tall figure weaved his way in and out of the wooden pews- one of the cathedral's high priests, Collin Notes. He let out a soft sigh of accomplishment after rearranging the last fallen hymnal book into its proper place behind the final row of pews. He normally would have been tucked away in his bed in such a raging storm as this, but the town's bishop- Bishop Goldenwing- entrusted him to keep watch over the place after services since he would be out of town for the next week or two. The younger, blue furred pegasus wasn't exactly pleased with the idea of having to upkeep such a large establishment every night for a solid seven days- or more, he didn't know yet- but at least he got the benefit of getting to stay in Goldenwing's quarters for that duration of time.

He was just about to put the broom he was sweeping the floors with away and turn in for the night when a noise causes his head to turn. After waiting a minute to make sure the rain wasn't playing tricks on him, the sound came again, drawing him towards the large oak door. Odd, he thought. It was way too late for him to be expecting visitors, and no one in their right mind would be wandering the streets in this weather, would they? His question was answered when he pulled the door open, cautiously peeking his head out to find someone on the other side. “Yes...can I help you?”

The figure had a black hood over their head, so he couldn't quite make out their face in the dark, but their voice was distinctly feminine as they replied: “Oh, I was hoping someone would be here! Sir, may I please come in? I was on my way to go see a dear friend of mine, but this terrible storm got me lost, and this was the first place I've seen for miles! I hope I'm not causing you any trouble with this.”

Collin could feel the fur on the back of his neck stand up in slight alarm. If someone knocking at the door at such a late time was unerveing enough, then said someone asking if they could come inside after service hours made his head spin. Even with him knowing almost everyone in the relatively small town, he still had to be wary. Normally he would decline the request and direct the stranger to the nearest inn that was just down the road, but...something was stopping him. Whoever they were, they had a certain ‘air’ about them that made his curiosity peak. So, against his better judgement, he said: “Ah, no trouble at all. Do come in. I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer you in terms of food and drink apart from the unused parts of our offerings.”

The stranger actually laughed at that, the sound similar to bells tinkling against each other. It stirred something in the stallion’s chest, and he felt his heart thump just a little faster under his skin. Brushing it aside, he picked up the broom that had been abandoned on the tiled floor and put it back into the nearby storage closet. When he turned around to speak to his guest, a convenient lightning strike illuminated their features as they pulledoff the hood, and he stopped dead in his tracks.

It was indeed a female, and a surprisingly stunning one to be more specific. Her wavy raven black locks of hair curled around her covered shoulders, a stark contrast to the soft, pastel shade of lilac purple that painted her sleek coat. Magenta crystals served as her eye color, and they shifted to hints of blue and silver as they caught the light of another bright flash from outside of the numerous stained glass windows. When the room became dark again, her face scrunched up as she gave him a look, eyes clearly betraying her confusion. “Something wrong?”

The priest's mouth opened and shut, as if to let go of words, but nothing came out. His voice was stolen for a few seconds, leaving him no other option but to continue to gawk at the drop dead gorgeous creature in front of him. Finally he cleared his throat, shaking his head to clear the rampant thoughts that were starting to trickle into it. “I, uh, no. Everything's fine.” He caught onto another look from the mare, this one laced with slight suspicion and...could it be...attraction? The mere thought of that caused his wings to spread open just an inch. No, no. He was getting too into his head. Her pupils were only dilating because it was dark, nothing else. At least, he hoped that was the case. “If I may ask, where are you headed to, Miss…” He trailed off, suddenly aware that he didn't know the maiden's name. Not that he felt that he needed to know it just by looking at her since her image was ingrained into his memory, but it didn't hurt to be polite.

She smiled softly, causing his heart to leap like he had stepped on a hot coal. “Call me Sirena. And I'm going to visit the owner of Moon's Graces Cathedral.” Seeing his ears perk at the name, she raised a curious eyebrow. “I take it you know her?”

Collin bobbed his head, and snorted as he then rolled his eyes. “Qui autem possessor lunae Cordis? (The Holder of the Moon's Heart) Of course I know her! Speckle is a good friend of mine. We used to work here together before she split off to worship her moon goddess or something like that. I haven't seen her in a good while though.” He then narrowed his own eyes in suspicion. “Wait...how do you know her? The last time we spoke, she never mentioned anything about having another friend besides me.”

Sirena started to look a bit uncomfortable at the question, nervously pulling at the cords of her hood. She quickly waved a hand to dismiss the subject. “W-well, maybe she just forgot! We ponies are just soo forgetful, no?” Another rumble of thunder, and she looked around for something to use as a distraction, gaze landing on the elaborate shrine to multiple deities behind them. “Ah, well, the place is quite lovely, makes me feel right at home! Why don't you show me around before you turn in for the night?”

The stallion's questions grew, but figured it'd be best to humor the newcomer and give her a quick tour of the building. It's not like he was going to get much sleep that night with her bound to crash into his dreams. “Alright, if you wish. Just, let me go get a lantern.”

How the mare managed to worm Collin into getting him to allow her into the bishop’s quarters- where he was spending his nights- was beyond him, but some part of him didn’t mind it. He wasn’t used to much social interaction...from the opposite gender, at least. The most contact he would give a female was a handshake and a quick nod as the congregation left for their homes after the weekly service was over. Since he became fatherless at a young age, and his mother was quite too poor to care for them both, Bishop Goldenwing quickly took over the father-like role and raised the lad, enlisting him as the main hymn writer once he discovered the youth’s talent for making music. Unfortunately, his years spent in the cathedral left him mostly out of touch with the outside world, only getting the latest news from the Bishop-and the gossiping elderly mares who always sat in the last pew in the back of the main sanctuary. So having something new- even if it was just listening to a lass babble on about something or other- was quite refreshing. Speaking of which-

Sirena’s eyebrows lowered, a faint frown on her lips. “You weren’t paying attention to anything I just said, were you?”

The blue pegasus’ face flushed while he smiled sheepishly. “...Would you get mad if I said yes?”

She huffed, shaking her head. “For a priest, you sure are bad at listening to other ponies’ plights. Where’s the ‘spiritual guidance’ and ‘laying healing hands’? I feel like I need to pray for you.”

Collin shrugged. “I’m not one of those types. Goldenwing’s better at that than I am. There’s a reason why I’m stuck to writing songs for the hymnal books and cleaning. My spirituality compared to the other priests is just...low. I’m just in it for the ride at this point.”

The female gave him a look that he couldn’t quite decipher, rising up from the chair she was sitting in to rid herself of the dark cloak that devoured her frame, leaving it where it lay on the floor beside her. Collin’s wings threatened to spring from his sides at the sight of her. She was a fellow pegasus, black wing tip feathers matching her mane, ruffling as she flexed them. She gave him a grin when she noticed his reaction, slowly twirling her hourglass figure around to show off the tight fitting emerald green dress that hugged her curves. “Like it? Speckle and I were supposed to go to a party this evening, so much for that now due to the storm.” Pausing, her voice dropped an octave as she purred, “Have you tried maybe looking for...oh, what’s the word...enlightenment?”

The stallion blinked. Something was off. “I can’t say that I have. What do you mean?”

Sirena’s smile grew wider as she drew closer, not so subtly shifting her weight from one hip to the other. “I mean...in a physical sense. Finding something that...brings you into a higher sense of being, if only for a moment.” She was inches away from his face now, staring deep into his eyes. “Something like...love, perhaps?”

That weird feeling he had felt before came back in full force, ears filled with the sound of his heart trying to decide whether or not it wanted to explode out his chest, it was beating so thickly within him. He was so close to her lush, soft looking lips, the slightest movement forward from either of them could send him crashing into them. Not that that was a problem. However, something was nagging at him in his head. What if...what if Sirena wasn’t who she said she was? It was a major hunch, but...she had been acting strangely since she got here, and now this… “What are you getting at?”

The lilac furred pegasus drew back in surprise, taken off guard. “I-what...why would you ask me that?”

Collin’s eyelids drooped in slight annoyance. “I’ve only known you for a little over two hours and already it feels like you want something from me. So please tell it to me straight or I will have to ask you to leave.”

The mare’s face took on an odd expression, somewhere between shocked and impressed, but finally she sighed. “Alright, alright. You got me. Just try not to freak out, okay?”

The male didn’t know what to think of that until he started to see things...shift in the female’s form. She became taller, black hair turning into the color of freshly fallen snow, wings growing larger and changing into shades of beige as a another pair jutted out underneath them. Her new appearance jogged something in his memory, and he instantly fell to his knees and bowed his head when he realized what it was. “Goddess Serenia! M-my Lady! I didn’t know it was you! Please forgive my rudeness, my Lady, I never would have-”

“Enough with the apologies, mortal.” Lifting his head, he saw the goddess of harmony and balance roll her eyes before shaking her’s in a disapproving manner. “If I wanted a praise fest, I would have gone to a pub, they’ve got plenty of wasting souls that don’t have anything better to do than gawk and drink.” A short sigh left her lips as her features softened, shifting back into her disguised form. “I’m sorry for being so...forward with you, it’s just. I’ve waited so long to stumble across the right suitor to gift me with an heir, and I got ahead of myself.”

Collin couldn’t believe what he was hearing, slowly rising and sitting on the edge of the bed behind him. The Goddess Serenia-the one who he had studied so much about and wrote songs for and looked up to for guidance- was right here in front of him, and she wanted him to give her a child? He could feel his head spinning. “I-”

“Oh, it doesn't have to be tonight! I’m willing to wait as long as I need to until you feel ready.”

“I-I want to.”

The other fell silent, sensing there was something else. “But?”

Collin grimaced. “I’m sworn to celibacy until I get married, which, at this rate, seems like a lost hope.”

Sirena pouted, then her eyes lit up as an idea came to mind. In a small flash of light, wedding rings appeared around their fingers. “There, done!”

The male stared at the silver band, then frowned. “That’s not how it works…”

“Then just pretend it is. Please, Collin? You wouldn’t defy a goddess, would you?”

Of course she had to play that card. But, just one night wouldn’t hurt, would it? This was a very, very rare opportunity, and one would be foolish to let it slip by. Plus, she was beautiful. And those eyes… The painfully obvious tent straining underneath his robes sure didn’t help making a decision any easier. But if this was what she really wanted… Taking a breath, he slowly nodded. “I’m yours to use, your Grace.”

She beamed, leaning forward to capture his lips in a kiss. A slow, playful and teasing kiss. Their tongues battled with each other as she crawled into his lap, both of their wings unfurling to their full spans when Collin pulled away to bring his attention to the warm skin of her neck, none too gently biting at the taunt flesh. Hearing her yelp, his shut eyes shot open, drawing back with concern etched into his face. “Oh, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you? I’m kinda new to this…”

To his surprise, her eyes lidded, tilting her head to further expose her neck. “I’m fine. But I like being marked. Do it again.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. His lips found their place against her skin again, this time biting down hard enough to definitely leave behind a mark. The mare moaned, wings fluttering while her fingers dug into his shoulders. He took a moment to -pardon the pun- drink in her heavenly scent, and it was wonderful. Floral tones from her perfume combined with the feminine musk hidden somewhere under her dress drove him crazy, desperate to find the source of it. His tail began to wag when he realized that she was starting to pull it off, giving her a look as to ask for permission while putting his hands on top of hers, grabbing the edges of the cloth to remove it for her. She nodded once, and down the garment fell once it cleared her head, landing in a messy heap. All breath left his lungs upon looking at her.

If clothes made her look good, than next to nothing made her somehow look even better. She was breathtaking. It was as if she had been carefully sculpted from the finest clay by a master craftsman, the toned muscles of her calves and forearms blending perfectly with the softer, more fleshed out curves of her thighs and shoulders. Her exposed breasts hung teasingly from her chest, dark purple nipples perked either from arousal or the coldness of the room, he couldn’t tell which. White lace panties clung to her round hips, leaving very little to the imagination as they were soaked through with her heat. Instantly his world blurred as he was suddenly pushed into the middle of the mattress, the mare effortlessly straddling him while his clothes -with the exception of his boxers- were whisked off with a snap of her fingers.

“It’s a shame,” she murmured in a playful tone while her hands roamed freely all along his chest and sides. “So much potential...just waiting to be taken. And yet, it hasn’t been, not until now. Tell me, good sir, how are you feeling right now?” As she spoke, her tail curled around the erect cock pressing against her hefty ass cheeks, stroking at it at a torturously slow pace. “I’m sure it’s nice to finally be getting some attention after so long, hmm?”

“Y-yes,” he breathed, face aflame with a burning blush. “I-I feel...good. Really good.”

“Glad to hear it. And I know just the thing to make you feel even better.”

He didn’t even bother with asking what she meant by that, figuring she was going to show him. And show him she did, lifting herself up to pull the drenched underwear off of her legs, tossing it aside. Her crown jewel was unveiled at last. The glimmer of pink amidst the sea of purple and black was more than enough to make him twitch, prick threatening to rip the fabric still keeping it contained. Sirena smirked, carefully moving back so her fluids could smear all over the covered cock, wanting to draw this out for as long as she could before her needs consumed her. Slowly, slowly down she inched, feeling every vein through his boxers rubbing against her weeping cunt. A sharp gasp left his lips when she reached his throbbing tip, rolling her hips into it to part her flower’s petals just a little more. Honestly, she was surprised that he was able to hold out for this long with this being his first time. She really had picked out the right stallion for the job.

The male was at a complete loss, mind having turned into mush at the sensations flooding his senses. He was so hot, he could feel the beads of sweat rolling down his temples. Oh, if only she would stop teasing him and get to the point! But that’s what he allowed her to do, wasn’t it? He didn’t get a say in the matter, she was going to use him as she pleased. He was nothing but a tool to her now; an emotionless, unfeeling tool. For some strange, perverted reason, this thought only turned him on more, drops of pre finally spilling out and trickling down his shaft as she started to move a little faster. At this rate, he was going to cum without ever knowing what if felt like to bottom out inside of a mare. But, the goddess had other tricks up her sleeve…

She groaned at the feeling of her clit winking furiously against his tip when she came back down for whatever number it was, not that it mattered. She was starting to teeter into the point of no return territory, but she wanted to do one last thing before those boxers came off and that cock was hers. Her feathers curled around his head as she pulled him up to kiss him again, this time with a fiery passion blazing through her lips. Her cheeks were as pink as her eyes when she broke it, voice slightly shaky as she murmured into his ear, “When I tell you to, your going to fire everything that you have into me, understood? I don’t want a drop wasted.”

Collin’s head wearily bobbed in affirmation. He was excited that what he was waiting for was finally going to happen, but the whole ordeal was taking its toll. “Yes, my Lady.”

“Good.” She let his torso fall, pulling his boxers down just far enough to not get in the way. His low moan resonated through the room at the incredibly weird but pleasant feeling of his rod getting engulfed by a rush of cold air as it shot straight up. Sirena’s slick but warm folds were gliding up and down the underside of his shaft in an instant, coaxing out a pleased grunt from the stallion. Without wasting a second, she lined herself up, letting gravity do the work to pull and stretch her around the thick thing, tail thrashing and her breathing coming out in short puffs as she sank lower, eventually the prick was fully nestled deep within her hot, squeezing walls.

In the few moments that the mare took to catch her breath and adjust, the blue pegasus was on cloud nine, unable to keep his moans and gasps to himself as they tumbled out freely. Oh gods, yes. She was burning like a furnace and unbelievably tight and just...oh, just… amazing. It didn't help that she was making sweet noises as well, wings spread wide while her tongue hung out of her mouth, bliss strung into every fiber of her being. Every strong, radiating thump of their hearts was felt by the other when his engorged head lewdly kissed the opening of her cervix, pulses beating in unison. He would have curled in on himself if he could, but the quivering female allowed for no such movement, instead resting her palms firmly on his chest and doing the one thing that made his frail grasp on any train of thought shatter: move.

Her snatch clenched tighter around him as she lifted her hips up, not wanting to let go of the new toy in its hold, only to loosen and spread open wider when she dropped them back down, swallowing his trembling shaft in another sheet of warmth and wetness. Soon she was bouncing on the thing in feverish earnest, sweat pouring from her fur as she eagerly worked herself to climax. Legs quaking, she let out a high pitched cry before slumping over, body twitching while a tidal wave of her love's essence sprayed onto everything below it: the stallion's balls that were in the process of tightening until he unleashed a pleasured wail of his own, his legs, and the sheets. “Do it! Do it now!” She breathlessly screeched as she couldn't hold wait any longer, back arching from the boiling stream of spunk that then gushed into her tunnel, flooding her barren, awaiting womb and coating her folds in white. She sighed contently while her limbs went slack, outstretched wings draping them both as the world around them went dark.

Collin couldn't remember what happened after he quickly fell asleep from firing one hell of a load into the striking goddess, but he did notice something wasn't quite right when he stirred awake. For starters, he was completely clothed, huddled underneath the large bed's covers. Second, Sirena was nowhere to be found, even as he sat up and looked around the room. Did she ditch him? Sunlight filtered through the drawn curtains, and he groaned while he stretched, wings flapping once or twice to get blood flowing through them. And he was going to need as much as he could get, what with most of it having drifted south to power him through an intense night. And what a night it was. A faint sound then caught his attention, guiding him to the main sanctuary on slightly wobbly legs.

He found the other pegasus stand up from her kneeling position, blowing out the sparking match before turning to face him at hearing his approach. She had lit a few candles to her own shrine, ironically. A soft smile tugged at her mouth while she waved hello. “Good morning, blue dove. Has your Bishop told you that you purr like a kitten when you’re having a good dream?”

A playful pout crossed his face. “I'm afraid not. So...is this it? Will I never see you again?” Seeing her frown, he quickly stammered, “N-not that what happened w-wasn't special, your Grace! I for one am honored to be the giver of your heir! Heh heh…”

Her eyes rolled, but shook her head fondly as she calmly strolled past him, lightly bumping his hip with her's. “We'll see. Maybe next time I'll let you be in charge. If your still so concerned about your celibacy, that is.”

He then remembered the ring on his finger, watching it glint in the sun's rays as he absentmindedly tilted it. “Maybe I could let it slip...for you.”

She smirked and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, heading for the door when they parted. “Take care of yourself, amare (love).”

“And you as well. Until we meet again, my Lady.”

Author's Note

Thanks for Reading! If you have any questions or suggestions for future fics, feel free to let me know. Until next time!