Heat of the Sun

Twilight fluttered her eyes open and felt the warmth of the sun wash over her. She let out a soft groan and pushed herself up into a sitting position against the headboard, a gentle smile adorned upon her face. She looked to her left and ran her hoof along the cool side of her queen-sized bed. She's up before me, again she thought, sighing.

Leaning back against the headrest, she couldn't help but close her eyes and smile as she remembered how long it had been since she had proclaimed her love for her solar mare.

One hundred years. It feels like yesterday.

Opening her eyes, she took a look around the room. High walls of white marble and gold trim, exquisitely crafted pillars of obsidian and a full, domed, glass ceiling enchanted by the very mare of the sun herself to catch the light and soften it for those inside; truly a bedroom fit for the Princess of the Sun.

Pulling herself out of bed, Twilight stretched and levitated her brush over from her writing desk to try and corral the mess that she woke up with each morning while also gathering up her hoodie that the Princess had taken to wear during most days.

She thought she looked cute.

Sliding into it, she noticed a slight stiffness in her wings and back legs, but chalked it up to sleeping funny and continued to unknot her mane with great difficulty.

Finally wandering out of Celestia's chambers, now with a considerably fluffier mane, Twilight greeted the pair of guards stood at attention and asked, "Do either of you gentlecolts know where Celestia is?"

They glanced at each other for a second, then one of them nodded. "I believe she is scheduled to be in court currently, your Highness."

"Great, thank you!" Twilight replied, smiling warmly down at them.

The Princess might not have quite mastered the motherly warmth that Celestia had, but she was still working hard on it to help her subjects to feel more at ease with her.

Seeing Twilight walk off, the guard that spoke looked at the other in shock.

"Is she?" he of them asked, sniffing the air and feeling his cheeks darken as his uniform grew tight.

"Yes, she is. It's best you try not to focus on it, Private. It's only going to get worse."

Twilight wandered down the hall as that stiffness returned to her back legs, this time accompanied with a warmth that washed over her marehood. Looking around, she frowned and wondered what it was. Enchantment? No, I would have felt it before. Sickness? No, too quick. A spell? Same as before... wait, no...

Twilight spotted an unmarked door and rushed over. Using her magic to open it, she pushed through and slammed it shut. "This can't be happening," she groaned, flicking the light on to find an empty bedroom which was normally reserved for dignitaries.

One double bed sat to the side, along with a wooden dresser, wardrobe and an en-suite. The wall opposite was composed of floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking Canterlot itself, the sun beaming through.

Twilight pushed away from the door and chewed on her bottom lip. "I can't be on my cycle... 'Tia said it wouldn't happen again," she mumbled, worry growing within her while the heat within her loins started burning. "Oh, b-buck," she cooed, holding herself up against the bed.

"Alright... If I remember this right," she whimpered, closing her eyes just as her head began to run through images of Celestia, in bed, presenting herself for her.

Her horn lit up and a couple of seconds later, a cooling wave of magic flowed over her. The burn that flowed through her eased up to where she thought she wouldn't pounce on Celestia as soon as she saw her.

Though, she knew that everything from Canterlot all the way to the city of Ponyville would be able to smell her need and she simply wasn't prepared for that, considering her last Estrus cycle was just before she had ascended to Alicornhood.

Raising her tail, she felt her arousal leak down her thighs and shivered as cool air washed over pussy. "I- I'm sure it'll be fine... I just need to see 'Tia..." she mumbled, magicking the leakage away.

Opening the door, Twilight peeked out and glanced around to make sure the coast was clear before exiting the room. She chewed on her lip as she tried to trot as nonchalantly as possible, despite the mind-numbing musk emanating from beneath her tail.

The journey to the throne room was an excruciating one. Not only because of she could feel each and every pull of each and every muscle within her perky rear, which kept her heat at a constant simmer, but because the hallways were seemingly full with the petitioners whom were in the castle to see the very mare on her mind.

Passing by the endless line of ponies, Twilight kept her head held high but could see the effect her pheromones were having on not only the stallions and her eyes wandered; she obviously had to make sure her herd of little ponies were healthy in all aspects.

Each stallion had thick, glistening, virile slabs of meat unsheathed below them, even as some of them flushed heavily and looked away, trying to ignore the aspect of Magic's appraisals. Twilight licked her lips, but tore her eyes away. She radiated her heat at the solar mare herself.

Walking up to the throne room doors, the two solar guards, both mares, bowed and crossed their spears across the door.

"Your majesty," the one to the right of the door started. "Princess Celestia has ordered us to make sure only petitioners are allowed in."

Twilight gazed down at the unflinching mare with the intensity that only the heat stricken Element of Magic could produce. "I'm sure she'll be okay with seeing me, please move aside," she retorted, her eye twitching.

"She also ordered us to not let you in, Princess. I apologize," the guard added in a rather bored monotone. "I assure you that she'll be done before nightfall if you would like to come back later?"

"Later?!" Twilight growled, her tail twitching. "I can't wait until later! I need to see her..." she trailed off, suddenly coming up with an idea and trotting off, a devious smirk on her face.

The guard on the left of the door sighed. "She looked pissed," she gasped, looking over. "How could you do that?"

"That's nothing compared to Celestia's heat, newbie," the other replied, smirking over to her. "It even affected the mares."

Twilight giggled to herself as she wandered around the castle and out of earshot of any of those pesky guards. By now, she had forgotten all about her effects on the other ponies around her, her mind formulating a plan to get Celestia back for this most heinous of crime.

"How could she do this?!" Twilight groaned, leaning against a marble pillar, her back half squirming as she dripped onto the smooth flooring. "She must have known. She obviously doesn't find me hot enough to help with this!"

Twilight's mind was racing with both unrestrained need for release, one which she wouldn't get if she couldn't wrap her thighs around Celestia's face, as well as the need for revenge which she also wouldn't get if she couldn't wrap her thighs around Celestia's face.

Grinding her teeth, she took one last scan around her, before closing her eyes and selecting a destination for her teleport: Celestia's private relaxation room that connected directly off the throne room.

With a quick flash of light, Twilight appeared inside and she scanned the room for any alarms or magical tripwires which might have alerted Celestia to her presence.

"Nothing? What is that sexy mare up to?" Twilight mumbled, her eyes darting around.

It wasn't long before she had forgotten all about the searching the room in favor of lighting up her horn. Her magic sparkled to life across her puffy, leaking marehood and suddenly all pretense of civility faded from her mind.

"Oh buck!" she gasped, her legs buckling under her. She stumbled forwards and took hold of Celestia's desk. With a twitch, her magic took hold of her pussy and parted her damp folds, exposing . She clenched her eyes shut and lowered her front half, eagerly presenting herself to the door, imagining Celestia behind her, holding her hips as she slowly filled her marehood.

A shimmering, seventeen inch, pure white horse-cock formed in the air behind her and pressed its flared tip up against her burning need, her juices running down the shaft and dripping onto the carpet. Rubbing the tip over her folds, she tensed up and felt the aching emptiness inside of herself grow, making it hard to think of anything but the instinctual need to breed, to have the foals she was meant to have as a mare!

Her magic hovered there, teasing herself as more and more of her arousal soiled the carpet and filled the air with the most tempting of scents. She didn't dare do anything more; she only wanted Celestia to break. her. in.

Opening her eyes, she shakily banished her magical fun stick away and pushed away from the desk, her fur and hoodie damp with sweat. Pulling the article of clothing off with more energy than it took to vanquish Tirek, she folded it up and left it on Celestia's chair as a pleasant surprise for the mare later.

Twilight pressed herself up against the door and listened intently for any noise from the other side. The relaxation room was just behind the three thrones, so while she wouldn't hear any details, she would be able to hear if any petitioner was in with her mare.

With a huff, Twilight found herself growing slightly annoyed at the ponies who were taking up her mare's time. Celestia shouldn't be wasting her time with random ponies. She should be trying to breed me instead! she thought as an excited grin appeared on her face. To force her foals in me, she sighed, a hoof rubbing herself idly as she daydreamed.

She was broken out of her fantasies by the Throne Room door opening. The sound of metal horse-shoes against marble flooring could then be heard and Twilight gasped, knowing that this would be her chance!

Forcing open the door, she rushed through to see Celestia making her way towards the exit. With her chance fading, she teleported forwards, in front of the solar mare, causing her to let out a soft gasp.

"Twilight, my love. Whatever," she paused, sniffing for a second. "Whatever are you here for?" she asked, finding a warmth flowing up from her rump.

"I want you, 'Tia!" Twilight begged, running her hooves up and down Celestia's slender neck.

Her mane was a mess, her body was damp and she had already filled the throne room with her musky need.

Celestia found herself subtly breathing in deeper, her eyes growing unfocused for a split second. "Twilight... I c-can't have you here..."

"I'm hotter than your sun, Celestia... and it's your fault!" she growled, narrowing her eyes at her marefriend. "You said I wouldn't get it anymore... you need to take responsibility for this!"

Celestia blinked and winced, chuckling awkwardly. "Well... I didn't actually say that ," she muttered, taking a step back as her tail twitched and began to rise. "I said you wouldn't get it every year."

"I. Don't. Care," Twilight huffed, quickly stalking forwards and brushing herself along Celestia's side. "I want you," she began, nipping at her rump.

She slid around Celestia's rump and continued, licking along her wing, "to force me down."

Eventually she ending up next to Celestia, again, and purred into her ear, seductiveness oozing out of her, "and rut me. All. Night. Long."

Celestia shivered and grimaced. "I... dear Elysium I want to, Twilight... but I have to run the country..."

"But I'm so willing and eager... wanna see?"

Twilight moved forward and bent over, before flipping her sodden tail over and onto her back with a wet 'plap', revealing her glistening, dripping marehood that twitched and winked at the mare. "Won't you please help your mare?" Twilight asked, glancing back shamelessly with a wink and a smirk.