A New Life
Part 1

Celestia hummed a melody she had memorized during the previous days. She still didn’t understand the language well; Dracoris was far more complicated than she expected, even for her, but she knew enough to know the song spoke about some sort of voyage regarding pirates that ended in tragedy or as a positive outlook of a life well-spent. It depended on personal opinion and she leaned on the latter.

While humming, she cleaned the remaining dishes that had been used for that day’s meal. Her tail was raised, fully exposing her privates, only this time she felt absolutely no lingering shame or embarrassment. It somewhat bugged her that she had adapted to that better before understanding more of Dracoris.

One of the most interesting aspects she had come to deal with was dealing with a certain unspoken rule. She sniffed the air, smelling the stinky, smelly, and gnarly rank air. She followed the source, knowing it came from her backside, and pondered.

“It still smells fresh and potent so… I guess another two or three hours?” She muttered to herself as she cleaned the rest of the dishes. The unspoken rule, she had come to realize on her own, was that does would show-off their mate’s scent and proof of lovemaking for a certain amount of time. It was a careful dance between proper manners, appreciation, admiration, ego, and insult.

Clean it too soon, it would be like saying you didn’t love your mate enough, leave it for too long and the stench would become too rancid which would be seen as a grave insult towards not only your mate but to other females. She had to leave it for long enough for it to be acceptable; to show she loved Discord and embraced him for all he was, while showing off his love for her in return without being preachy, boastful, or offensive, but still remain appreciative, loving, and caring. But not long enough for the smell to become unpleasant and insulting.

It was not an easy task, but she had gotten the hang of it more or less. At least, Persephone had told her she was doing a great adaptation so far. Truth be told, and she suspected many a doe felt the same way as she did, she really enjoyed the stinky smell of her bottom. There was something that fit right for her to have her pussy and anus smelling with the stinky scent of her husband on her. Discord sure seemed to love it, too, since he would spend several minutes on end sniffing at her privates, taking in the mixed scents turned into a stinky, powerful aroma. Sometimes it would even drive him them to have sex from the smell alone. She really enjoyed it when he sniffed her like that. A combination of sexiness and messing around that always managed to make her moan and giggle in equal measure.

A few weeks had passed since the wedding and end of her honeymoon with Discord. After which, much to her joy, she became a full-time housewife. She couldn’t believe how relaxing and calm her life was now. Sure, she knew she was a lucky mare. She would never have to worry about financial security and seeking a job would be more akin to do something to pass the time rather than a need for money. Even without her ludicrous savings over thousands of years (that could last her thousands more of living a luxurious life if she desired), Discord ensured the need for money or anything else was utterly unnecessary. He could create as much money as he wanted, or use his talent to earn money, lands, fame, favors, anything, really, and be properly compensated.

But even without that, they didn’t delve in luxury. Modesty was a mark of the strong, she always believed in that and lived by that… except when it involved cake; the more expensive and delicious, the better! She giggled at her silly little joke, though it was true, in a sense. The life of a modest, normal, day-to-day normal pony proved to be exactly what she desired.

She was happy with her role as a housewife and never for a moment second-guessed her choice to be with Discord. A choice made all clearer as her pearl necklace shone brightly around her neck. It wasn’t a royal necklace, but it was far superior in her mind.

With a magic shake, she put the last of the dishes on the cleaner to let them dry. With that done, she moved to her next duty: dusting the lounge. In truth, she didn’t have to do it every day, once a week was more than enough, but she enjoyed doing so because it was incredibly relaxing and by far her favorite part to clean. As she moved around with a feather duster grasped tightly via magic, meticulously dusting the lounge, she swayed her smelly rear from side to side with her tail raised and poised proudly to expose her nethers.

She could still feel the thrusting rush of Discord’s cock ravaging both of her holes the previous night. That alone was enough to make her smile. After their honeymoon ended and they returned to the village, they didn’t shy away from showcasing their loving nature. How could she be ashamed of something like that when every other married doe in the village acted the same way?

She loved her home, she loved her husband, she loved draconequus culture, she loved the village, and she loved living among them as one of their own. Unlike ponies, who were quick to act out of fear and be off-putted by non-ponies, the draconequus saw her as a visitor first, and now as one of them even though she wasn’t a draconequus. All that mattered was that she accepted their culture, lived by their traditions, practiced them, and showed true interest in them. They had also made an impact on her attitude, too, as she became more spirited and lively than before, even more so than her and Luna’s trip before retirement.

And that’s not the only thing that changed, she thought with a blush. She was never a promiscuous pony, she wasn’t even all that sexually active. But now she had sex nearly daily. Of course, she knew about those idiotic, raunchy stories of couples fornicating every single day. The ludicrous notion was simply laughable! Of course, she knew that she had so much sex now because both she and her husband were beyond elation! But once routine kicked in and their life stabilized itself, their sex life would become exactly what they desired: paced, romantic, and filled with love.

She thought with not too hard to conceal disgust how many couples thought sex was the most important part of their relationship. Even if having sex with Discord became a once a week affair that wouldn’t mean she loved him any less, nor that he loved her less. It was important to set the mood, to make things natural and memorable, not simply hump like horny dogs every three hours. And lust? Lust was always a great tool, further strengthened by his cum’s aphrodisiac influence.

What really surprised her about her sex life was how… submissive she had become. She had never been submissive before, couldn’t have. She was a Princess of Equestria, royalty, and the public face of an entire nation. She had always commanded, either directly or from the shadows, but commanded she had; never submitted.

But now she willingly presented herself to him, lowered her head as she let her husband ravage her. And he acted in kind. He was never forceful or sadistic or cruel, maybe a bit of an ass on occasion, but it was in good fun. Yet he always made her feel beloved, beautiful, and sexy. He made her moan with his touch and squirm with his words. When he commanded her, she obeyed. Oh sweet Faust, did she obey.

By far, her favorite part was always how he wrapped himself around her, embracing her lovingly in a similar fashion as a dragon would do with its mate. She thought it was perhaps a bit too overprotective from his part, but after a few times, she grew to love the feeling. She felt content, protected, safe, loved, warm, secured, and overjoyed at the same time. Even when they didn’t have sex, either because they were tired or simply weren’t in the mood, he always wrapped himself around her like that. She very much so enjoyed whenever he put his chin over her bald head, resting and cuddling her in order to keep her safe.

“I wonder…,” she muttered. Stopping with her dusting, she began to focus on her memories, more specifically a certain evening after returning from their honeymoon.

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“So, Celestia, tell me. How’s your sex life going?” Persephone asked out of the blue as she sat her cup of tea.

“Heeerrkkk!” Celestia nearly choked on a piece of fruit she was eating as the two women relaxed in the light of the afternoon. “W-Why would you ask that all of a sudden!?” Demanded a bright-red Celestia.

Persephone giggled. “It’s an honest question, dear. Tell me, have you been following my advice and teachings about cleaning after yourself and maintaining your image?”

“Oh!” Celestia felt incredibly relieved. “Yes. Yes! Thank you so much, Persephone. I’m still adapting to the whole process but I’m getting better at it with every try.”

She nodded to the alicorn. “That’s so good to hear! I love seeing my son so happy and mellow nowadays! So there are no problems with your sex life? Everything is okay?”

“Well,” Celestia rubbed her chin. “There’s this one thing I’m a bit worried about, Persephone. I’m not sure how to put it into proper words.”

“Go on,” she replied before taking another ship of her tea.

“Discord has been acting… strange, lately. And for that matter, me too,” Celestia paused a moment to collect her thoughts. “He’s acting more… dominant whenever we have sex. And… I think I like it?” She said awkwardly, surprised that there was no doubt, but a certain amount of realization when she said it. “I mean I’ve been--”

“Acting more submissive around him during sex, right?” Persephone finished for her. “You don’t have to worry about that, Celestia. It’s perfectly natural for a doe, or a mare in your case, to submit herself to her strong buck.”

“But I was never like this. Last night was the first time in my life I presented myself, not because I wanted to, but because he demanded me to do it. I obeyed,” Celestia blushed and smiled. “And it felt soooo good to do it. And it’s not just sex. Whenever we make-out I willingly submit to him, letting Discord guide us. Why? I was never, ever like this before, not even close. The thought of being submissive never crossed my mind before outside some kinky foreplay.”

“I knew I forgot to tell you something. This was it,” Persephone sighed tiredly at her own forgetfulness. “But you have nothing to worry about. As I said, it’s perfectly normal. Every couple goes through it, although in some cases the reverse happens and the buck becomes submissive to the doe. In my case, for example, Hades loooooves to bite me, and that was slowly made me submissive.”

“B-but how is that possible?” Celestia asked, shocked but curious.

“A number of traits and reasons, actually. It depends on each couple. Besides the high production of testosterone bucks have, there is a sort of trigger, so to speak. Mine is my Hades biting me that caused me to be submissive. And it can be anything, really. Bucks are naturally affectionate, caring, sweet, and loving toward their mates. A buck will do his best to please his wife, don’t you agree?” She ended with a knowing wink.

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After that talk, the subject wasn’t brought up again as she wanted to solve the mystery herself. All she knew about it was that it had to be a repeated action during intercourse, something that made her submissive to him. The problem was figuring out what it was. Thankfully for her, she more or less had pinpointed the starting point of her submissiveness to start practically days after their return from Mount Aris.

Suddenly, a door materialized out of thin air.

“Honeeeey, I’m hoooome!” Discord announced as a group of disembodied laughs echoed around the lounge. Closing the door behind him, it vanished alongside the laughs. Not a moment after he laid his eyes on Celestia did Discord rushed to her, hugging and kissing her neck. “How is my wifey wife doing?”

Celestia giggled and kissed his snout. “Finishing with my chores, dear. How about you?”

“Ah, I was bored out of my mind in that meeting with the Emperor. Did I ever tell you how much I despise paperwork and political talk? It’s the natural enemy of Laughter,” he shuddered. “So I froze time, talked with the Emperor, gave him a few pointers, and then came back home after unfreezing time this time.”

“I’m surprised the Emperor lets you get away with it,” Celestia giggled. “What made you come back so soon? I thought you were going to have a tea party with Fluttershy?”

“Friendship Mission, she had to cancel our party,” he explained, his tone obviously disappointed. “Now… care to tell me what’s in your mind?” He asked, hugging her tighter as he kissed her neck and gave her a sweet nibble.

Celestia sighed. Hiding something from Discord was harder than convincing Cadance to let go of shipping. “A few weeks after our honeymoon ended I had a chat with your mother. We discussed a little about how draconequus’ bucks tend to make their wives submissive. That… that’s happening to me. But I don’t understand what’s causing it. I was never a submissive mare.”

Discord took a few seconds to think about his answer. “Does it… disturb you?”

Celestia put the duster down. “No, dear. I just wish to know what’s making it happen so I can at least understand it,” she blushed, kissing his snout again. “Because I actually really like being submissive for you, my love.”

“Then know that I would never, ever try to do anything that would hurt you, Celly. I also don’t really understand it but I like to see you submissive before me, honey. It’s just draconequus nature. I love you for who you are, Celly. If you want to stop having sex for a time until we figure this out, I am behind you pie percent.”

“You have the most awful sense of math humor ever, dear,” Celestia felt like crying. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Tartarus if I know. Being super charismatic and the most handsome and humble buck alive sure helped my odds, that’s for sure!” He replied with a little laugh. “I don’t care if you’re submissive or not, though it is super hot. You are my wife and that’s all I care about.”

The happy couple kissed and made out for a few minutes in the lounge until Celestia reminded him she still had chores to attend to. The next two hours went by normally as she finished her chores around the house. Once she was done, she moved to the bathroom in order to clean and rinse herself. She enjoyed her shower more now that the kind, loving words of her husband calmed her nerves. After her shower, the rest of their day was spent in silence and calm. They had dinner, some tea, Discord babysat his little siblings while she chatted with Persephone, some of her daughters, and the neighbors about trivialities.

When night arrived, the couple moved to their bedroom. Before they even reached the bed, Discord wrapped himself around Celestia; pressing his hardened cock against her pussy and ass.

“You know,” he began. “I’ve been talking with some of my brothers and my dad. I found out that your fuckholes are tighter, more compact than that of a draconequus doe,” he slurred against her ear before he bit it and pulled at it.

Celestia moaned in pleasure, a fierce blush spreading across her face as she pressed her backside against his hips; inviting him to ravage her as he pleased.

“I’m such a lucky guy. My gorgeous wife is so tight and a good, submissive mare. What can be better than that?” He chuckled before he began licking her bald head.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhmmmmm~” Celestia let out a throaty moan as her legs trembled at the pleasure she was getting. While she couldn’t understand where or how he came up with the idea of licking her head shortly after their return from their honeymoon. “Discord~”

In a flash they were on the bed, Discord still wrapped around her body as he pinned her to the bed. She didn’t protest. In fact, she raised her butt more as he licked her head and gave the back of her neck hard nibbles. Not enough to cause her that much pain, but to her, it was incredibly enjoyable and arousing. He moved down her back making sure to kiss each centimeter he could until he was sitting on the bed; a hand grabbing her derriere and spreading her to leave her more exposed. He didn’t need to do that, she was already as exposed as one could be, but the feeling of domination was too strong to let it pass. He quickly reached the end of the line, her shaved tail, and he did the only reasonable thing that was left to do.

“Gyaahaahahaaa!” Celestia half-screeched in surprise, half-moaned deeply. Turning her head around to gaze at what Discord was doing, she found him sucking on her tail - top to bottom; up and down and again - as he squeezed her rump with all the love and intent he could muster.

“I’m going to do this often!” Discord barked a silly little laugh as if he had found a new toy for him to play with. He continued sucking on her tail for several minutes until, to his surprise, she came and flopped to the bed. “Ah, ah, ah~ We still have to play a little, darling wife,” he announced to her before he slithered up her body again, splitting his head into two; one going for her lips and the other behind her head in order to lick and kiss her bald head.

While he was doing this, he was also aligning himself with her sweet entrance and with a thrust that sunk half his phallus into her. The alicorn moaned her sweet melody directly into her husband’s mouth. He began to thrust all the way pressing down against his wife, careful not to harm her in any way while at the same time asserting his dominance over her body.

Celestia was reduced to a moaning, drooling mess. She loved it whenever Discord let himself go like he was doing at the moment. It made her mind spin around with pleasure and joy, a little voice that told her it was okay to let go and allow her husband to simply rut her into oblivion and do with her as he pleased. The feeling was only magnified by his obscene tail-licking and now he dared to make love to her while he kissed and licked her head? She couldn’t imagine anything better. Nor she could imagine herself liking getting her head or tail licked like that in the past.

The act alone, nay, the thought alone was more than enough to send her into a downward spiral of desire and lust. In a moment of clarity, just as Discord’s thrusts were becoming more erratic and her second orgasm loomed over, she realized what her trigger of submission was.

Of course, she thought, it’s so obvious now. She moaned loudly as Discord engorged his tongue to practically lick her entire bald head. Soooo gooooood~

Was her last thought before her womb and pussy were once again flooded by the musky, stinky, thick cum of her husband.

Everything was right with the world.

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The frequent sex caused her rear to be quite smelly due to draconequus cum being extremely musky and Discord’s was at least five times stronger than a normal buck’s cum. She had perfected the art of maintaining her image and nethers cleaned properly. But for her an unforeseen consequence of the constant mating manifested itself in her nethers. Surely, she should’ve seen it coming since her husband was Discord, the Spirit of Disharmony, Lord of Mischievousness, God of Chaos. His cum was, apparently, charged with the tiniest hint of his essence.

It wasn’t enough to spontaneously cause havoc, not even close, but it had secondary effects on her nonetheless. Namely speaking, she had discovered a few days ago that, no matter how much she showered or bathed, she couldn’t remove a now permanent coating of his scent from her pussy and ass. It didn’t stink badly and it never became rancid or rank, it wasn’t even that noticeable a meter away from her and it only really stank a little only if someone were to smell her privates directly.

And even then, it wasn’t that potent or off putting. Persephone had compared it to getting a strong whiff out of aphrodisiac, but nothing more than that. Discord offered to get rid of the stinky scent, but she convinced him to let her keep it, but enchant her so that it wouldn’t get any stronger out of tradition’s sake. She liked the potent, stinky, musky smell, it was as if she was being protected by him or as a mark that she was his wife.

Aside from that, life was quiet, with bouts of excitement here and there (turns out draconequus society is also big on extreme sports on the outer fringes), and settling to the role of a housewife proved to be exactly what she needed in her life.

She also frequented the spa alongside Persephone, some of her sisters-in-law, or neighbors she had befriended in order to get a proper scrubbing and tendering; a good old fashion proper cleaning. There they chatted about their daily lives and jobs, told jokes, and how much they loved their husbands. It still blew her mind how friendly and open the draconequus’ could really be.

When she learned that when a buck smelled the stinky scent of his cum mixing with that of his mate it would drive them crazy and horny enough to have spontaneous sex again. Though that happened more often when the doe was clean and the buck felt the need to mark her once again. No wonder his sex drive had increased!

Such was the occasion as she sat on her seat around the table surrounded by Persephone, some of their neighbors, and a few of her daughters after a relaxing day at the spa. As they were peacefully chatting, the broadcasting televisions suddenly went white, and seconds later the flag of the Empire was displayed. Everyone performed a quick, respectful bow before the image cut again to reveal the Emperor himself.

“Citizens of the Draconequus Empire,” he said in Dracoris. Celestia found it easier to understand what he was saying than previous times, happy her studies were bearing fruits. “I, the Emperor of the Draconequus Empire, our beloved nation, announce to you that our time of isolation is coming to a close. I know many of you are asking what does that mean and I shall explain,” he cleared his throat. “It means that our nation shall begin to open up to the rest of the world. It may be a dangerous place, unfit for our peace-loving ideals, vast culture, and religious ideals, but the effort must be made. The world is changing, and with it, we must change as well.”

“After careful deliberation with my council of advisers, talking with the High Priests and the Elders, seeking the guidance of the Gods, and listening to the information the Lord of Chaos himself has given me, I am confident that this is the right choice,” he closed his eyes for a moment, then he reopened them as he lifted a sheet of paper. “After this announcement ends, our borders will open for the first time in centuries. It will be a careful, slow process at first. If any citizen of the empire wishes to leave and visit foreign lands, they may do so after filling the proper documentation.”

“Furthermore, tourists shall also be allowed inside our land in a limited fashion for the first twelve months of this treaty. I have been in diplomatic talks with several leaders of other nations regarding this very topic. Queen Novo of Hippogriffia, Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria, Princess Cadance of the Crystal Empire, Dragon Lord Ember of the Dragon Lands, King Thorax of the Changeling Hives, and Sultan Goldsand of Saddle Arabia. We have all agreed to these terms and these terms shall only apply o these countries and their citizens.”

“Trade agreements have been drafted and commerce will soon open up, along with the creation of new markets and job opportunities. Your Emperor has spoken. Blessed be the Gods and blessed be the Empire.”

With those parting words, the broadcast ended.

For a single moment, a unified cheerful roar resonated through the lands of the empire. Celestia, for her part, couldn’t smile more widely even if she tried. She understood the underlying message unspoken by the Emperor. While trade and tourism would be good for all sides, the real winner here was culture. The outside world had no idea what to expect of draconequus society, while they had some information about it already. She knew everyone, especially Twilight, were interested in draconequus culture.

She couldn’t blame them. Draconequus culture and society were incredibly rich and beautiful. The world needed to know them closer just as much as the empire needed to see the cultures of other nations, too.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!