The duty of dreamwalking was a sacred and long-standing duty of Princess Luna’s, one that she found as much a part of her as breathing the cool night air that surrounded her. Of course, it wasn’t really the nighttime air of the gardens of Canterlot Castle that immersed her senses. But the addition of the familiar scent helped to ground her, keeping her grip firm on the mystical realm of dreams and the pony populace’s subconscious. This night was one of little activity needing handling; something that left the alicorn of the night to wander amongst the many doors that lined the hallway, listening for any sign of difficulty or trouble. It was simplistic, a never-ending array of doors of all kinds of colors, materials, and shapes going back and forth as she moved.
The simplicity was good, however, for keeping her mind focused. In many ways, she found it echoed some of the duties of Magnus, who was no doubt working his way through the castle to also safeguard the populace from threats in the realm of reality. Thinking of her lover brought a smile to the moon mare’s lips; he rarely needed saving from his own dreams, stalwart and brave as he was. Just as he was there for her in the real world, however, so too was she always there for him in the realm of dreams if his mind ever did turn to shadows. Of course, some of his dreams did, perchance, turn more into a scene from a book of erotica when she happened in at the right time.
“Not that either of us complain. Nor does sister, so we do not sully her bedsheets again.” she told herself aloud. The impish smile on her muzzle stayed as she continued to walk, her star-dotted tail swaying behind her. “Oh, my Magnus.”
Celestia had quickly deduced what had transpired while she was away that day, when Luna and Magnus had taken to her bedroom to indulge their affections. The ruined sheets were only a minute point of irritation, as the pair of siblings had a tendency of lightening the other’s lives with the occasional joke or trick. Celestia herself had once woven a spell to alter Luna’s entire royal attire with a cue from a keyword, turning her into an explosively colorful clown-pony right in the midst of court. The larger interest, it seemed, was more in who specifically Luna had coupled with.
The Mare of the Sun had no qualms with their relationship, but intense curiosity. Luna pondered on why her sister was so curious of her lover, but put the best guess to sisterly affection and a desire for the best for Luna. She kept an eye on Celestia though, watching her interact with Magnus on her own while out of sight. From what Magnus told her and what she witnessed, Celestia bore no anger or suspicion of the Pillar. In fact, she treated him in a kinder fashion, seeming to relax more around somepony who was closer in her sister’s circle beyond the Royal facade the public always saw, to enjoy the company of the mare behind the crown.
Luna paused her musings as she saw the doors on either side had changed, and now only but one stood before her vision. The door was actually a pair of doors, elegant and standing taller than the rest. The brown wood was framed with white borders, looking more regal and pronounced than the typical dreamway door. The small emblem of the sun atop the door, mirroring her sister’s cutie mark, confirmed Luna’s suspicions and made her shake her head.
“My own musings guide my walking now. My sister has hardly a fear she needs myself to quell.” Luna said aloud. The alicorn turned away, but stopped as she heard a gasp and a sound like pain come from the door. It made her turn back, and she stared at the door with concern. Rare was it that such a phenomenon could be heard beyond the dream door; most of the time that Luna was called to a dream, it was in response to the sense of fear or terror that a nightmare would produce. She could feel no such sensations here before her sister’s door, yet again she heard a most odd sound. It was not of pain, per se, but Luna could not be sure.
“She wouldn’t mind my checking in. Sister is very good at keeping her secrets guarded; even if she were to be hassled by her own fears, she’d keep a brave face before even I.” Luna brought her hoof up and pressed it to the door, letting her magic press into it and asking for entry. There was resistance for a moment - the testament of Celestia’s mental fortitude in comparison with doors that would give instantly to her will - before Luna entered.
The room she walked into was most familiar. It was Celestia’s own bedroom, the sun itself shining through the window, the curtains drawn to allow as much of the solar light in as possible. Her bed was away from the windows, the sunlight hitting the floor and her personal work desk first. There were no signs of a struggle, no battle fought in close quarters in the room as best Luna could see. There was a set of armor and a soldier’s helm tossed aside and away from Celestia’s bed, however. Luna’s brow furrowed, the armor looking familiar before she heard an audible gasp of her sister’s voice.
“Oh Magnus! More!”
Luna’s eyes widened as she turned right and beheld on the massive bed the sight of her sister, splayed on her front and rump raised high, tail flagging to the left as the dream phantom of her lover, Flash Magnus, claimed her from behind. He was giving her the rutting of her life, from the rapid sounds of his front bumping into her sizable rear end, his cock sheathing itself into her needful marehood. He reared a hoof back and slapped her rear, Celestia’s ass cheek rippling from the impact and evoking a squeal of delight from her.
This was a very, very private moment that Luna had wandered upon, but she held her ground. Watching her lover having such a rough go at her sibling was shocking, of course, but some part of her could not deny the eroticism of seeing him bring such pleasure to her older sister. Luna’s tail did not raise, but she could feel her own nethers heat in want for a similar treatment. The constant wet schlick and schlorp sounds coming from Celestia’s nethers told her they’d been going for some time. If this was but a dream for the Mare of the Sun, was her physical self in deep yearning for the same?
Celestia’s eyes opened from their closed, blissful state, and they locked with Luna’s wide cyan eyes. She seemed to freeze, as did Magnus in a reared back pose, before she spoke.
“...L-Luna?”
The dream shattered, fractures cracking across the room’s walls and ceiling, and Luna teleported herself out of the dream and back into her hallway. Celestia’s dream door appeared to crack, then vanished from the hallway, replaced by a plain red door of a common pony somewhere else. Luna knew what that implied; the dreamer had awoken, and would have a brief flash of the dream’s contents in their mind’s memory.
“It would seem...she and I need to have a discussion.” Luna told herself, calming her racing pulse from the rush of adrenaline that had shot through her when Celestia had seen her.
“Sister...Luna, please, I am so sorry.” Celestia’s well-repeated apology was soft, and almost mournful to Luna’s ears, and she sighed before regarding her sister’s wary face.
“Celestia, please. You must not do this to yourself. Do you truly think myself so shallow to become irate, nay, furious from the contents of one mare’s lustful dream?”
The pair were sequestered away in one of Celestia’s private audience chambers, the two of them seated across from one another next to a tall window, allowing either seated pony to look out at the city of Canterlot below. The cityscape made for a pleasant backdrop, especially during the daytime when there was an abundant amount of activity going in and out of the capital. Pegasi flew here and there from building to building, chariots carrying ponies both on the ground and into the sky. As active as it was outside, however, none of that energy seemed to be echoed in the diminutive nature Celestia exuded in that moment.
“No, but...I feel I’ve wronged you. Even if it was but a dream, still, you are a dreamwalker. It is as much a reality for you as the grass beneath our hooves in the garden.” Celestia reasoned.
“If I were truly offended, sister, you would have seen that fury by now. Not with me seated here reasoning with you over tea, but with a halberd and perhaps a falling moon to illustrate my irritation.” Luna told her. “Needless to say, I am unarmed and my moon is quite stationary.”
Luna’s attempt at easing the air helped little, prompting her to sigh and shake her head at her sister’s behavior. “Tia. Tell me; do you like Magnus?”
“Well, of course. B-but as a friend! Not as...I mean.”
“A possible lover?”
Celestia winced and glanced to the right. “He is your lover. Not mine. I have no claim there.” Her voice came out solemn and weary. “...I have no claim at all.”
“And that is precisely the core of this matter, Tia.” Luna’s statement made the white-coated alicorn turn back to face her sister as she continued. “You are many, many things. A leader of the pony populace. A steady hoof in times of trouble. A fount of wisdom and patience and kindness that I admire seeing.” The steady praise made Celestia’s gaze waver a little from its sorrowful look, while Luna persevered.
“But for all this, a mare is still a mare. And even one such as yourself has needs that must be answered for. Your dream confirms it. Even if you suppress it with iron clad will and magic abound, the needs of life still burn within your veins. It is nothing to be ashamed of,” Luna insisted as she held up a hoof to stop her sister’s protest before she could speak, “but rather to be taken as the clearest sign that thine body is in need of a companion. A partner. Further suppression would do you only harm.”
“Luna, I understand all that, I do. I am grateful at least that you’re not upset with me for dreaming of myself and Magnus...together.” Celestia said.
“Not at all. He seemed rather energetic. Which, in truth, he is quite so.” Luna commented, glancing aside with a smile to herself.
“But it’s me we’re speaking of. If I publicly open that proverbial door, it sets up a domino effect of potential disaster. Not just of the common populace all yearning for a chance to earn my good graces or for nobles to make a power play, but foreign dignitaries will become a gamble with each meeting. Our reputation as a country could become harmed merely because I admitted a weakness of myself to the public.”
Luna turned her gaze back to her sister. “To desire affection and to feel desired is no weakness in the slightest, sister. You are smarter than that, surely.”
Celestia sighed, resting her chin on one forehoof while the other rubbed at the side of her head. “...he is a good stallion, Magnus is. It still boggles my mind that the Pillars are older than you and I, by technicality. Helping those in need, defending the innocent from harm. Yet he still bears all the energy and warmth of youth that I recall from our early days. Seeing him here, serving alongside us and being a fellow protector of the realm, shows his quality. He works without complaint, is disciplined, ready to lay down his life at a moment’s notice; but he still will laugh with us, smile and walk as if the weight of his role bears no strain on his shoulders.”
Luna nodded, smiling as she listened. Celestia’s description was very spot on to her own viewpoint. “You seem to see his positive traits quite well.”
“There is a reason the title of Pillar remains with him, with all of them.” Celestia admitted, “to have somepony here who has not only been around as long as you have, but to still treat you as a regular pony is...refreshing, like a breath of clean air. It’s so much better than the stifling aura of every noble looking to amplify their houseline, or being viewed as an untouchable vase.” Celestia stopped to drink from her tea glass, permitting Luna to speak.
“So why don’t we share him then?”
The casual question had much of the air of asking to borrow a book, or a gardening tool. The impact, however, seemed to slam into Celestia as she spat her tea into her cup, catching Luna by surprise and making her snicker as her elder sister tried to regain her composure.
“Lulu, I beg your pardon, I think I misheard you.”
“You did not, dear sister.”
Celestia wiped at her muzzle with a spare cloth napkin and cleared her throat. “If this is your attempt at humoring me, I should tell you it falls a little flat.”
“No humor or jest here, Tia. I want to help you. Not just as a warden of dreams, but as your sister.” Luna reached across the table to her sister’s hoof, patting it lightly. “Magnus is a stallion of good spirit and of a kind heart. He would make a fine partner for you.”
“But he’s yours! We can’t just-”
“I know some traditions have been forgotten to time, but I’m surprised you haven’t thought of our old practice of sharing a consort.” Luna pointed out, making Celestia stop. “When it was clear at times that you and I both needed company and did not want to have an entire harem, we settled on the idea of a shared stallion, one we both favored. Now here we are, that same opportunity before us. Is it so far-fetched to believe me?”
“Only you would bring such an old tradition to mind.” Celestia replied, folding her forelegs over her chest. “We haven’t sought such a thing in what feels like eternity.”
“All the more reason to make it so again.” Luna reasoned. At Celestia’s uncertain glance, Luna pressed on. “Hear me out, dear sister. If I choose to believe him to be capable, that I would take him as a lover myself - and have multiple times, for certain-”
“My ruined sheets and the maids can attest to that, for certain.”
“-then surely he is of good enough character to be considered by you. You two get along very well, and you relax around him. You are more like my sister than a Princess around him, which is how you should be. To be yourself and not your title is what will help you the most.”
Celestia stayed quiet for a few moments, mulling over the idea. Luna let her think, sipping from her own tea and thinking as well. The tradition was an old one, it's true, but useful in this instance. With how hard it was to find a stallion to suit either Royal Sister, let alone two, the idea of sharing one made things a little easier. Of course, Luna imagined the practice fell out of the realm of awareness once society had modernized as it had. Some would consider the idea quite scandalous, but Luna only saw it as beneficial to her sister.
And maybe just possibly from some small idea of being entertained in seeing her Magnus breed her sister into a lust-ridden coma.
“Do you…” Celestia started, getting the lunar mare’s attention once more, “do you think he would find me attractive?”
Luna beamed. “Sister, thine countenance adorns much of our world. Glaziers, painters, the models of fashion see you as the pinnacle of beauty. There is no way he cannot appreciate thine appearance.” She appraised.
Celestia raised an eyebrow, looking still somewhat uncertain. Luna knew her confidence in the matter would be a touch shaky, so she decided to let drop a small secret.
“And being a dream warden, I do occasionally get a glimpse of the base desires in a pony’s mind. I am not the only royal to have wandered into Magnus’ imagination once upon a time. It was before I laid claim to him, but still.”
This got the white-coated alicorn’s attention, a dash of pink crossing her cheeks. “Really? He did?”
Luna nodded. “Stalwart and disciplined, but a stallion’s mind will always wander when given the chance. Or the inspiration, if his escort duty of following you from behind is any indicator.” Luna’s hoof brought her tea back to her muzzle to sip from. “Thine magical might seems to sometimes pale in comparison with your large physique, it seems.”
The pink brightened in Celestia’s cheeks, and she took a breath before sighing. “Ok. I suppose I can...be open to the idea. And it’s not as if this is some unknown pony to us. But are you sure you’re fine with this? Sharing such intimacy…”
“If I could not trust you and him, Tia, then I could truly trust nopony.” Luna reassured her, smiling. “Just leave some for me by the time you finish with him, would you?”
“Well, you know I can be just a touch greedy at times.” Celestia’s smile on her muzzle made Luna giggle lightly.
“We shall tell him to not adorn himself with delicious sweets then.”
The pair shared a small laugh at this, a quiet and more serene calm coming to them after. When Celestia spoke again, it was Luna’s turn to raise an intrigued eyebrow.
“Could we...perhaps try something with him? It is an...idea I’ve had, but could never attempt what with our responsibilities.”
“What would that be, dear sister?”
“Don’t laugh. But...it involves the library. And perhaps a little creativity on my behalf.”
Flash Magnus stood there before the grand doors of the Canterlot library, the large building for once without a guard present, save for himself. He was without his usual spear most guards would have while on duty, though he did retain his typical armor over his form but with the addition of a basic saddlebag Luna had given him to wear. His expression was one of scrutiny though, as he looked from the doors to his watching partner, who lurked behind one of the statues that dotted the hallway. He would have laughed at her poor attempt at hiding, were it not for the purpose he was standing there.
“So...this isn’t some kind of trick?” He questioned.
“No trickery is afoot by me, Magnus, I swear to thee.” Luna told him. It had been perhaps the third time asked since she first approached him with the idea. Some would be irritated, but these circumstances were reasonably unique.
“Not some kind of old traditional test I’ve forgotten from my era for significant others?”
“Nay, my dearest.”
“Hmm.” Flash hummed, turning his gaze back towards the door. “...for sake of stating it on the record; you understand I’m doing this only because you told me about it. Not me approaching you like a hot-headed colt. Right?”
Luna poked her head out from around the statue, luminescent mane twinkling as much as her mischief-filled eyes were.
“A little hot-headedness may lend you aid here, my Magnus. We swear to you upon our very moon; there is no under-hoofedness going on here. What this is, is you being a very very fortunate stallion, helping a very, very needful mare who happens to be my sister, and I am a very, very understanding sister.”
“Right.” Flash replied, mulling it over one final time before seeming to steady himself. “Well, then. Good evening, your majesty. I shall now begin my patrol of the library.”
“As you will, Magnus.” Luna dismissed him, grinning to herself as he opened the grand door just enough to slip inside before closing it shut behind him. Her smile grew as she laid a magical illusion upon the doors themselves, a simple spell that would keep ponies from thinking of going inside and to instead move elsewhere. With that done, Luna’s horn sparked to life before she vanished from sight, the shadows accepting the Mare of the Moon with ease.
Within the library, Flash Magnus took his time to walk among the tall shelves that lined the massive room. Being the library of the capital city, each oak-carved shelf stood tall far above Flash’s height, and were lined with books and tomes of every sort of nature. Other shelves were built into the walls of the building itself, the colorful array of books adding to the decor. During the day, it would be filled with ponies of all ages, some for research and others just to indulge in knowledge. But at night, as it was now, much of the library was darkened save for the few spare lights kept on here and there.
His attention was drawn most, however, to the front desk where he could hear a busied sort of shuffling going on amidst a pile of books. There was quite a voluminous stack there, hiding whomever was behind them. Approaching it with a precise gait, Magnus waited until he stood before the desk before clearing his throat, the sound louder in the empty library than usual.
“Excuse me? The library is closed now.” Flash spoke aloud. “Rather late to be doing research, isn’t it?”
The shuffling stopped and a female voice cleared it’s throat before addressing him. “Pardon me, mister guard.” The books were surrounded in a yellow aura before splitting into two stacks, parting to let him better see the individual behind the counter. This far along into this foray, Magnus knew to expect to see Celestia behind the desk. But it was a Celestia he admitted to not witnessing before in his long lifetime.
The regal mare’s usual appearance, one of beauty and imposing stature, was much more contained in her disguise. No royal adornments rested on her, no crown or jeweled necklace. The Mare of the Sun had pulled her elegant, long mane into a tight bob that rested at the back of her head, held in place by a tight red hairband. This brought out the beauty in her facial features, her magenta colored eyes peering back at him through a pair of square-rim glasses. No matter how she changed her facial features though, her physical traits remained present. Her height made her stand a fair way above Flash when side by side, and behind the desk, she could certainly pull off an intimidating look with it on her side.
Her long neck led down to a semi-formal grey blouse with a white collar and sleeves, one that fit snugly against her majestic figure. One could still make out a small portion of fluff belonging to the mare’s chest fur peeking above the buttons of her blouse. She brought her forehooves forward, folding them on the desk, bare of any golden attire Princess Celestia would usually wear. All things considered, it was a look that actually...worked, for her. Flash found himself admiring her before realizing what he was doing.
“I was...trying to catch up on some of the tasks I’ve neglected. It's been very busy lately here.” Celestia replied before adjusting her glasses. “So many ponies looking to read these days.”
“Yes, well...still. To be here so late makes others worry of trouble.” Flash insisted. “I must admit, I don’t recognize you. Are you a new pony here?”
“Y-yes! I’m one of the new librarians. I was hired a few days ago.” She replied, nodding. “My name is. Uh.” She cleared her throat and seemed to think for a couple of seconds, which Flash patiently gave her. “Solaria. Yes! That’s my name.”
“Solaria. It’s a lovely name.” He assured her with a small smile before continuing his “guard duty”. “Well Miss Solaria, librarian or not, this building is still closed. And in my experience, a pony usually takes closing time as a sign to go home.”
“I know. I just...it’s been so hard laaaately...I-I mean, haaaard lately.” She insisted, drawing out the phrase as she spoke. “Updating the stock list, organizing messied sections. I was still trying to get things finished.” She leaned forward, a lock of her green and blue mane falling over one cheek. “Do you think you could help me?”
This earned Flash’s curiosity, making him tilt his head. “And how might I do that?”
“Well...perhaps you could...shuffle through my card catalogue for me? It’s not been touched in so long. In fact, it may require...er. Hammering. It’s tracks may require a thorough lubricating.” The sheer contrast of the words with her seducing tone left Flash to be uncertain how to proceed. Celestia’s - or rather Solaria’s - face looked hopeful, but it fell when he didn’t seem to jump right away.
“Your...card catalogue.”
“Yes! It’s very disheveled. It needs...discipline. It needs, perhaps, a stallion’s touch than just this lonesome mare’s.” She insisted. One of her hooves fiddled with a quill pen that laid on the desk, rolling it back and forth. “Surely a strong, dutiful guard would help a fellow citizen?”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t need me to do some heavy lifting, perhaps?”
“I am not heavy!” The quick protest made Flash crane his head back, before “Solaria” caught herself and stopped before sighing to herself. “Oh, this was just...an awful idea. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
A pang of empathy tugged at Flash’s heart then, and he chose to take the lead for the disheartened princess. He stepped towards the desk, sliding his saddlebag off and letting it rest against the floor before coming around to the open doorway that would allow one into the small area. Celestia’s eyes were closed, her expression crestfallen as she held a hoof to her forehead. Now without the desk between them, Flash could see the rest of the mare’s attire, her lower half covered by a fitting long black skirt. Even with it tailored to her size, one could easily make out the swell of her rump as it was bound by the cloth. Her tail, brushed and loose, pooled to one side of the chair due to its length.
“You need not stay, Flash. I appreciate what my sister was doing, offering. But I am just...I am out of practice. An old husk in a supposedly pretty package.”
Taking the chance to be forward, Flash came up close beside the taller mare and brought a hoof up to rest on her free one. His grip was gentle, but made her look up at him. Flash’s smile didn’t seem to abate her disappointed look, but she listened as he spoke.
“Y’know...I don’t think you’d need to act the part out. You don’t look comfortable trying to make that happen.” He pointed out to her. “It’s actually the last thing I was expecting.”
“I have been told before my acting ability was rather...questionable. It seems it holds true in the bedroom too.”
“I’m no thespian myself, my lady.” He insisted. “In all honesty, you’ve been made to ‘act’ all your time as a leader of the world of ponies. You rarely get the chance to just be you. That’s part of the real reason you and I are here, is it not?”
“Yes. I just...well. I suppose maybe this wasn’t one of my brightest ideas.” Celestia lamented. “I’ve read how some of the younger stallions enjoyed the idea of...well, a mature beauty coming onto them. I thought perhaps I could manage it.”
Flash nodded slowly; getting her to speak openly about things felt better to him than her trying to communicate through poorly conceived innuendos. He rubbed her forehoof gently, a slow caress as he spoke.
“Would you allow another old husk to say that you look splendid? That was what caught my attention most.” He told her, making her lift her gaze to look at him.
“Really?”
“Truly. You know I’d never lie to you, Celestia. Especially as your elder. Technically.” He added the last bit with a wink, making a humored huff leave the alicorn’s lips.
“Can we be honest with one another?” His question made her nod and he continued. “We both know why we’re here. What would happen here, in fact.”
A touch of color came to Celestia’s light-colored cheeks, but she nodded. “Were it not for my...lack of practice, perhaps.”
“Perhaps. But let an old soldier make a confession as well; I wouldn’t be against the idea of helping you...let’s say...ink your stamp?”
It was Celestia’s turn to look confused at the phrasing, prompting Flash to chuckle. “Let’s get your stamp ready to leave a mark on an old library book?” Her continued stare made him roll his eyes but he cleared his throat. “Think of what else besides a stamp could be wet, my lady.”
It took about four seconds in Magnus’ mind before Celestia’s cheeks darkened considerably, her hind legs doing a small shuffle in place. “O-oh. Yes. That would be...very welcome.”
“Now you’re getting the picture. But maybe it shouldn’t be right here at the desk.”
A quick relocation to one of the tables away from the desk suited both ponies well enough. The walk was short, but Flash was given a chance to appreciate the sway of Celestia’s skirt-clad behind from his spot. He stared openly, hoping for her to catch him looking. When she did, a glance cast over her shoulder, he grinned at her. The alicorn gave a shy smile back, but it put a little more sway in her step, the wiggle of her rump emphasized by the skirt and her motions.
Flash didn’t stop her until they were a fair bit away from the main lobby, the seclusion giving some degree of privacy for themselves better than being out in the open. It seemed to help Celestia relax a little as well, her wings giving a small flutter when she felt him tap her flank with his own wing. Looking back to him, she watched him approach, her bright eyes curious to his intentions. It allowed Flash to admire the light of the moon coming through the window and brightening Celestia’s features, reminding him again of just who he was entangling himself with.
“You know...this kinda is a roleplay of its own,” He told her, “hiding away in the library together, the pretty librarian and her would-be lover.”
The white-furred alicorn’s cheeks pinkened, but she managed a playful expression that showed Magnus she was intrigued. “And how does that sort of thing exactly go? So I don’t go off script.”
It was Magnus’ turn to blush as the words worked themselves out. “Perhaps a kiss? To keep things simple at first.”
Celestia’s magenta eyes widened. But she didn’t suggest opposition to the idea, glancing to the side shyly before she lowered her head down to better accommodate Flash and her height difference. Her eyes were closed, her full lips puckered for a kiss, making them more prominent to him now that they were closer. Once she was low enough for him to reach, the Pillar stepped closer and rested a hoof on her pinkened cheek, making her pause before her eyes opened in surprise as he closed the distance. The contact felt almost electric to Flash, warmth and the barest touch of wetness from her licking her lips before they kissed. He held the pose, letting the kiss extend for a few seconds before he moved to pull back.
Only he couldn’t quite move enough to end the kiss as Celestia latched onto his lips again herself, the action catching the soldier by surprise this turn. He offered no objection, caressing her cheek with a slow back and forth motion as he felt her lips press harder against his, searching, yearning for him. Reminding himself to breathe through his nose, he let her be the one to end the kiss, looking up at her and seeing the mare licking her lips after. She huffed through her nose, and drew closer to him. Flash took a step back, bumping into the book shelf behind him, and looked up at Celestia’s face.
“Can we...again?” She whispered. She drew close enough to brush her chest against his, the blouse seeming to strain against the alicorn’s figure as Celestia stood before him. Flash only nodded, smiling up at her. Her eyes lowered for a moment, her horn glowing, and Magnus found himself suddenly without his armor, the metal protections laid on a nearby table. He forgot about it as Celestia’s lips found his again, yearning and hungry for him. He brought both hooves up, one to caress her cheek again - earning an approving hum from her - while the other caressed a foreleg.
Flash intended to take things slow for Celestia’s sake, to let her ease into the moment. It seemed though that the first kiss pushed some sort of limit away from her mind, her hooves exploring him likewise. Her left went round the back of his head to pet his mane, keeping him close to her while the other found his chest and ran along the fur there. She seemed to want to feel the muscle beneath, encouraging him onwards likewise. It was a sort of silent give and take, neither pushing too far or hard to keep the other from moving too far away.
With the bookshelf supporting him, all Magnus needed to do was crane his neck a little to push back against Celestia’s lips, bringing the kiss to a deeper level as her lips parted, his tongue darting out to take advantage. Celestia’s surprised gasp through her nose gave way for a soft moan as he pressed his tongue atop hers, sliding along it before breaking right in to explore her maw. It brought a deeper pink tint to the alicorn’s cheeks, her grip on the back of his head tightening a little as she encouraged him.
Of course, a need for air did press itself against Magnus’ lungs, prompting him to pull back finally as he inhaled a breath of oxygen. Celestia herself was left to breathe deeply, licking her lips again. Her mane was starting to come undone from its bob, the bundle of hair still resting on the back of her head. “It’s...it’s been so long since a stallion kissed me like that.” She murmured.
“Well, we’ve plenty of time to catch you up on it all.” Magnus told her, keeping his voice low to match her tone. “Perhaps I could indulge you further?”
Celestia’s breathing was slow but she shuddered at his offer. “...there are indulgences I’ve thought of. Things I’ve dreamt. And now, here alone with you, I should leap right into it. Shouldn’t I?”
Magnus’ hoof held her cheek, bringing her focus back to him.
“Nopony can force you to act. Least of all me, Celly. It’s just you and me here. I won’t make you do anything you’re not wanting to do.” He reassured her. “I mean, Tartarus, I’m making out with a beauty unlike any other. I’m certainly not going to complain.”
His compliment eased her nerves a little, making a smile spread across her muzzle. The color in her cheeks remained though, as she stepped back from him before making a slow turnabout. Flash was confused at first, watchful as she positioned herself so her back and rump were facing him. The mare’s elegant tail lifted and swayed, brushing his bare chest for a moment before lowering as her horn lit up again.
“Then...help a mare with this tight clothing, would you?” She asked. “As much as I enjoyed the idea of you liking it on me, it’s what’s beneath that needs attention the most.” Celestia’s magic tugged at the clips of the skirt, loosening it and letting the cloth slide down her wide hips and flanks to pool at her hooves.
Flash Magnus considered himself a fortunate stallion to witness many rare things of legend in his lifetime; having said that, few seemed to line up in comparison with the massive ass of Celestia before his very view. There were big mares out there, mares who used magic to enhance their curves or cast illusions of such for the entertainment of lusty stallions. But Celestia’s rump was the true glory, profound in its shape and heftiness. Each cheek was wide and full, the perfect mixture of fat softness yet shaped in a way that demanded to be touched and worshipped. A pair of thin panties, colored the same black as her skirt, made itself known until it vanished into the valley of her rear, engulfed by her plumpness. She gave a small shake of her hips, making her rump bounce before his eyes.
“Does it meet your approval?” she questioned.
“...I am...wow.” Flash found his words failing him as he openly gazed at the almost bare rump of the Princess. “You’re amazing. May I…?”
Celestia, hearing his appraisal and question, flicked her tail to the side and smiled back at him over her shoulder. “Please. Part of what I’d like, requires no clothing on my behalf.” In a sort of afterthought, the mare’s horn came to life and undid her blouse, the shirt being done away with and leaving her bare naked before him. The only trace left of her attire now was her manestyle and the glasses. But before her magic could pull at her enduring underwear, it was Flash who stopped her.
“No, please. Allow me.” He offered, coming closer to her and placing a gentle kiss on her right rump cheek. “This...deserves its devotion.” Celestia bore no objection, letting Flash work as he brought his hooves up to the strings of her panties and pulling it down, tugging free the last confining piece of clothing she had on. With it gone, he could now plainly see the swollen, needful lips of her marehood. The darkened grey coloring gave way to pink within as he peered at her nethers, the marehood of royalty that was awash with her scent as he leaned in and inhaled through his nose. He was already emerging from his sheath, but he kept his focus on her in that moment.
Leading a trail of kisses up the side of her rump, then to the opposite cheek, Flash finally dove in and placed his muzzle square into her marehood, tongue lashing out to lick at the wetness already gathered within. Celestia’s elated gasp prompted another flick, this one reaching deeper in and making her hooves tap on the floor beneath them in urgent want. Seeking balance, Flash’s hooves came up and rested on either side of Celestia’s rear end, pushing into her rump and kneading what he could get ahold of. She dwarfed over him easily, but the idea of so much of her surrounding him only aroused him further.
He continued to lick and explore her marehood’s depths, pushing his tongue deeper and encircling her needing nethers with long strokes to evoke more moans from the mare. Celestia obliged, her enjoyment audible between gasps of pleasure. Her tail found a resting spot overtop Flash’s head, the hairs tickling at his ears and down his back as he worked at her. Magnus’ hooves continued their work, moving to try and reach for the cutie mark on either side of her sizable flank. It was a bit of a stretch, but he welcomed the effort to please the bigger mare further. The taste of her juices as they splashed onto his tongue and ran down his mouth into his maw to drink was heavenly, her unique flavor attributed only to her, a sweet and light taste that had him hungering for more.
“Oh Magnus. M-more. I want...I need more!” Celestia gasped out. Magnus fully intended to fulfill that wish, but found the option taken out of his hooves as the alicorn backed up into him, pushing him back into the bookshelf and making the shelf itself waver slightly from the impact. He was pinned up against it, her rump engulfing his head on all sides and keeping his muzzle buried firmly in her snatch. He took in a gasp of air and pheromones alike, a couple of books falling to either side of them as she ground herself up against his face. “More!”
Flash Magnus’s cock throbbed in the open air under his lover as he obeyed, worshipping her nethers with the hunger of a starving stallion coming upon an oasis in the desert. He drank of her juices between breaths and his tongue worked at her quivering walls like a stud possessed, coaxing more sounds of desire from the alicorn. Her clit winked and brushed against his chin every so often, prompting a flick of his tongue across it and making her grind against him harder. It was a back and forth of lustful efforts that was winding the alicorn up into likely her first orgasm not at her own hooves. She was panting hard, her legs wobbling to keep her upright, though aided by Flash’ hooves holding onto her and better bracing her.
“Magnus! Oh, Magnus! S-something is...oh stars, I’m close! I’m so close! Get me there! Get me...please!” She whined, her needful voice echoing in the library and in Flash’s mind. He obeyed, withdrawing his tongue to encircle her clit so he could lavish it with attention, suckling at the pearl and applying just the lightest of friction with his teeth against it. Her hips bucked, backing his head into the shelf again and knocking more tomes loose around them.
“Yes! YES! Cumming! Cumming! Oh!” Celestia cried out as she was slammed into her building orgasm, the powerful mare’s whole body trembling as she locked up, leaving Flash to help keep her upright as she splashed her ecstasy across his face. He kept his eyes closed but drank up every drop he could claim to, the excess running down his chin to drip onto the floor below. She was a bountiful mare, he idly noted, as she continued to spray him until it tapered off finally. Only then did she pull herself forward to let the slightly-crushed stallion breathe open air again, left to lean against the bookshelf as she settled on the floor, kneeling to rest.
“I...h-how could you be so gifted? I feared my legs would give...from beneath me!” She panted out, looking at him.
“Well,” Flash breathed, equally out of breath if for separate reasons, “we soldiers are nothing if not dedicated to a task. And with ample...phew...motivation, as well.” he told her. He brought a hoof to his face and wiped at it, brushing it on his side for now. Magnus felt himself throbbing openly, his cock entirely unsheathed and pulsing in time with his heartbeat as it held itself up, letting Celestia openly gaze upon it. Her eyes stared at the stallionhood the moment they found it, her flushed cheeks staying red as she openly gazed.
“Your...your motivation shows.” She stated, turning about to face him better. Her gaze focused on his cock, then moved to stare at the flat tip before looking at him. “I should repay such devotion.”
“Perhaps it will pay enough to cover my overdue book?” he teased, his cock giving a small twitch as the royal mare scooted closer. Lowered down as she was, her head came to rest right above his tip with him standing up against the bookshelf. She didn’t look up to acknowledge his tease, making him about to repeat it before she responded.
“Only one thing is overdue; my desires being satiated.” She told him before extending her tongue to lick at his tip. The wet, cool contact of her tongue on his cock made him twitch again, Celestia proceeding to lick in a long circle around the tip before pulling her tongue back, leaning in to kiss his cock. She was slow and gentle, taking the time to acclimate herself to her newfound toy. Magnus kept his eyes open, searing the image of Celestia knelt down and licking his cock into his memory while she continued to explore him.
“Y-you only need to do what is natural to you. Don’t feel forced.” He offered to her, prompting a pause from the royal mare before she looked up.
“What is natural, hm?” she repeated before reaching a hoof up to undo the bindings of her mane. The long rich locks fell in a cascade of color down her neck and shoulders, the blue and green of her mane brightened by the moonlight coming through the window. “What feels natural...is getting to taste this cock all I want.”
Well. Who could argue against logic like that?
Celestia’s licking resumed, covering his member in her saliva as she took to caressing every inch of him she could reach. Magnus leaned his head back, savoring her slow motions as she swirled her tongue around the tip again. He was already aroused enough to leak pre-cum from it, something she took to with glee as she lapped at his end. The taste pushed her forward, and soon she had engulfed his cock between her full lips, sucking gently as she blew him.
Enamored as she was, Celestia kept her eyes closed at first while dipping her head down, taking more of him into her mouth. Her hooves were working as well; one drifted to his ballsack below to rub at the full jewels while the other held him at the base, giving a gentle squeeze every few seconds. The library’s quiet air was laced with the wet sounds of Celestia’s lips moving up and down, as well as the muted licking of her tongue against his throbbing cock. Magnus could hear her swallow, throat constricting around his member before she’d release a soft moan, enjoying the worship almost as much as he was.
The soldier reached down, running a hoof along Celestia’s head and through her mane to keep the multicolored hairs from getting in her way. The touch of his hoof prompted her to look up, peering past his hoof to hold his gaze as she sank further down, passing his medial ring and breathing out through her nose before slowly lifting up to let his saliva-slicked cock throb before her.
“Can you be my good stallion, Magnus?” She questioned.
“You need only ask, my sunshine.” The words left his lips before he thought about them, but they met Celestia’s approval from the smile on her muzzle.
“Keep still. You may continue to use your hooves, but keep your hips still.”
He obeyed, clenching his legs as she sank down on him once more. Every dip of her head was elegant and an assault on his will as her soft lips caressed every inch of him she could get ahold of. Magnus had to alternate between exhaling and inhaling deeply, one of the very few ways he could stabilize himself with the alicorn between his legs. The motions were amplified with the wet sound of her lips sucking on his throbbing cock as she went, diving further down to almost take him entirely. The last couple inches refused her, however, a grunt from her being followed by a moan as her eyes rolled back while she withdrew.
When she let go of his saliva-stained cock, he thought perhaps she’d hit a limit of her own choosing. He was proven wrong, however, as the lustful mare redirected her oral assault to his balls instead. She had been cradling them in her hoof while she was busy with her lips, but now they replaced her limb and offered new pleasures to the soldier. He couldn’t stop the shaky moan coming from his throat as she nuzzled his balls, burying her nose against him and breathing of his musk. She basked in it, letting his cock throb against her forehead and leak pre-cum and spit onto her mane while she lapped at his balls.
“T-this is amazing. How - ngh - you’re driving me nuts!” Magnus whispered to her despite them being alone.
“Not quite driving. But still.” She quipped from below before slipping one of his balls into her maw, running her tongue against the mass and moaning from the taste upon her tongue. Every exhale from her nose was a soft brush of cool air on his groin, contrasting with the hot and wet maw surrounding his ballsack. Magnus could feel himself twitching madly, urgent to get his climax. But he withheld comment, not wanting to ruin the moment nor the worship of Celestia’s actions.
Pulling back just a little, Celestia released his spit-soaked ball and gave it a parting kiss before she eyed his tip again. He was starting to flare, getting her attention as she leaned up to kiss it again. He quivered under her efforts, and the princess allowed a sultry laugh to leave her.
“Do you wish for release?” She whispered.
“Please. Please, Celestia.” He answered her. “I’m so close.”
“Mmm...I am a generous ruler.” she remarked before enclosing her lips on the tip, her tongue sliding around it in quick circles as she brought her hoof up to stroke the rest of his length. Magnus could take no more, and his grip upon the mare’s head tightened for a moment before he felt his climax explode from within himself. His cock swelled and gave its first healthy spurt of seed into the alicorn’s waiting mouth, earning a surprised gasp before the mare moved to let him fill her maw more. He fulfilled the charge, prompting her to swallow before pulling back as more of his cum splashed out onto her face and neck. She basked in the sensation, closing her eyes as a streak of white fell across her lips, then her nose, staining her face with his essence.
By the time he slowed, Magnus could not help but to slump against the bookshelf and sink to the floor, feeling as if his very life force had been pulled upon. He panted for breath, looking up from the floor to the still kneeling princess who seemed lost in her own little world as she slowly drank down the collected cum in her mouth. The sight enraptured him, leaving him to meet her gaze as she drank every drop he’d given her before she finished. She did not remove the cum on her face yet, he noticed.
“I apologize; for all my efforts, my lack of practice could not let me take all of yourself without risking harm.” She told him, her cheeks abloom in red.
“You’ll hear no complaints from me.” Magnus panted out before glancing at his still hard cock. “Or him, either.”
“The stamina of a legendary pony is proven.” Celestia quipped, reaching up with a hoof to wipe at her lips before a flick of her tongue swiped it clean. “I’m glad.”
“T-there’s...still some upon your nose, dear Celly.”
“I know. I want it there.” She told him, making him look on as she rose up only to turn around again, this time facing towards a sturdy desk placed against the wall near the window. She rose up, letting her forehooves rest in the open space before turning to look at him again over her shoulder. Her glasses were still perched on her nose, unspoiled by the cumshot he’d sprayed her with only moments before. The elegant tail of the alicorn rose and shifted, exposing herself to him again, wet and needing. “I want to smell my stud’s essence as he ruts this wanting mare’s...p-pussy.”
Were the atmosphere not absolutely flush with her pheromones and the smell of sex, Magnus could have laughed at the regal Celestia speaking like that. Instead, he followed her beckon, pausing only for a moment as her magic emerged to summon several books behind her into a makeshift standing spot for him. “The bane of my height. But this should suffice.”
“Nothing wrong with a traditional position.” He assured her, stepping up onto the book pile and resting his forehooves just above her rear. The sight of her rump and imagining it flush against his lap made his cock throb between her cheeks, and he ground against her for a moment before looking at the larger mare. She was hiding it, but her expression was one of a little effort. “...perhaps we could try something else?”
“I-is something wrong? Did I slip up?” She questioned, looking over at him.
“Not at all.” He replied before stepping down off the books and coming up beside her. “But I keep a strict code of rules when it comes to...well. Being with a mare. And if she’s not totally enjoying the moment, then I can’t either.”
Celestia’s cheeks deepened in color at the sincerity and affection in his words. “What would you suggest?”
Magnus replied by leaning up and whispering in her ear, making the alicorn pause before her ears perked up as she listened. “Oh. That would be much nicer.”
“I thought you might agree. Besides, I’m sure Canterlot will survive without the uh…” he trailed off to glance at one of the book titles, “Assorted Dissertations on Maple Leaves for a bit.”
Celestia giggled before following his idea, the pile of books being transfigured with a burst of magic into an oversized pillow that covered the span of space between the bookshelves on either side of them. He perched himself on it, looking up to the alicorn as she approached him. Her steps made the pillow wobble a little, almost like one of those waterbeds from Seaquestria Magnus heard talk of among the guards, before settling as she positioned herself just above his lap. With a simple turnabout, she placed her rear square up against his cock, wedging it between his stomach and the profound valley of her rump. Her tail was left to drape itself around his shoulders and down his back, the mare’s wings extending outward on either side of her.
“Take your time,” he told her, expecting her to be a little antsy before things picked up, “there’s no need to - ergh!”
The air left his lungs as his cock was enveloped in the mare’s pussy in an instant, Celestia sinking down to take all of his cock in one forceful, but pleasurable drop. She stopped once he was fully sheathed inside of her, the plump ass cheeks of her rear pressed against his groin and belly. The alicorn released a shuddering moan, her head thrown back and mouth agape as she huffed for air.
“So good. So good. So...hot. So hard.” She muttered before moaning as her hips shifted about, making his cock rub against her sensitive folds. “This is much, much better.”
Magnus had no words to answer her with, clamping his hooves down onto her rump and snorting a breath through his nose. It could have been the long period of time without a lover or an aspect of alicorn biology, but Sun above, she was tight around him! Whereas before her mouth was divine, this took things to a level beyond any expectations he had. Her marehood was squeezing him, almost oozing with her juices to already dampen his fur at the groin while keeping him lubricated as she started to lift up, then came back down with a hefty smack as her butt bounced off his middle.
“It’s hitting so...so deep!” Celestia exclaimed, her wings giving a flap as she rose up once more and came back down, riding his member as her whole body trembled from the pleasures she was experiencing. Pinned as he was under her, Flash let her be in control for the time being, finding no small enjoyment in the way her rump bounced before his eyes up and down his cock. His forehooves found purpose in holding onto her flanks, giving her a little aid with balance while she continued to ride him. Her juices matted his fur at his groin where their nethers met, wet slaps coming to his ears as she continued.
The heated embrace of Celestia’s marehood beckoned him to move as well, though Magnus found a little difficulty at first. He could’ve easily let her command this position until both were finished, but it was never his way to just let things pass him by. Watching her timing, he waited until she’d risen up for another dive down upon his cock, only to slam his hips up as she moved, making her gasp. The mare’s tail flicked against his face as her wings flapped again, but she spoke no objection, only moaning louder as he met her bouncing with upward thrusts into her wanting marehood.
“Yes. Give me that fat, beautiful cock!” She urged him, clenching tight around him as she sank down, engulfing his entire cock inside her pussy. “Oh, Magnus, why did I not pursue this before?”
“Never too late to...ung...fix a problem, hah.” He panted out in reply, sweat falling off his brow as he worked to continue pleasing her. His grip slipped then, his hooves falling down to her rump again and clapping onto it tightly. The sound of the smack was punctuated by a gasp from the mare, making Magnus look up at her.
“A-again! Do it again!”
He obeyed, smacking her rump with a firm strike, and found himself rewarded with both the sight of her jiggling rear end as well as the feeling of her nethers tightening again. She was gasping loudly now, and soon, Flash had her in a frenzy as she bounced in his lap, the occasional smack of her rump motivating her all the more. He was mindful to not do it too hard, but if she minded any soreness, she made no mention of it even as a tint of red came to her bountiful ass.
“Oh, Magnus. Magnus, I’m...I’m close!” She beckoned.
With one more smack to her rump, the Pillar took hold of her rear and began hammering up into her needful marehood, the wet noises of him pulling back and slamming back in becoming quickened as Celestia held still, her head thrown back as she vocalized her ecstasy. Magnus snorted through his nose, huffing as he continued the hard pace until he felt her body lock up again. The embrace around his cock became too tight to move, it felt like, making him hold his body up so he remained buried to the hilt within her clenching marehood. Celestia’s voice had broken down into gasps for air, silent pleas beyond understanding, and high pitched sounds of pleasure.
When she did finally relent, he withdrew himself from her, his still hard cock shining with her juices before he looked up in time to catch her as she fell back into him. He grunted, but helped ease the mare down onto the pillow beside him as she sought to get her breath back. Flash couldn’t help a casual glance down to her still swollen lips, up along her plump teats and barrel to her face. Celestia’s eyes finally opened to peer at him, her ruffled mane obscuring some of her vision.
“M-Magnus...you’re magnificent.” She praised, making him smile.
He chuckled at the small pun, but leaned down to nuzzle her, pecking her lips with a kiss after. “I am nothing if not diligent, your elegance. In all ways.”
She nodded slowly. “Of that...I am sure.” She breathed before happening to glance down and seeing him still throbbing in want for the mare beside him. “I-I thought you had climaxed. Was I mistaken?”
“You need not trouble yourself. You did wonderfully.” He reassured her. But his words didn’t sate her, as the mare’s forelegs rose up to her chest and she gazed back at his face.
“If you have not finished...t-then I am not finished.” she insisted. Magnus looked on as she turned over onto her barrel, her legs tucking in to help support her on the pillow while also letting her push her rear up and out, exemplifying its appealing shape for him as her tail flagged to the right. “Besides...I-I want…” she trailed off, her flushed countenance darkening.
“You want?” He prompted, getting up to position himself behind her. He had no qualm in continuing to his own orgasm, but this was for her after all. “Yes?”
“I-I wish...I want to feel you fill me. Completely. To sow this mare’s wanting field with seed.” she replied, looking back at him.
“Hmm…” Magnus hummed as he ran his cock up and down in the valley of her rump, her ass cheeks hotdogging him as he listened. “But I am not a farmer, sunshine. Whatever do you mean?”
“Y-you know what I ask!” She whined, wiggling her hips to try and get him to move into her wanting marehood again. “S-seed me! Cum inside me!”
“Is that what you truly want?”
“Yes! A thousand times over, yes!”
“A thousand times...I better get a counter.” He joked, chuckling before obeying her will. With a small adjustment of his aim, standing on his hind legs, he aligned his cock with her folds and soon sank into her depths once more. He moaned, relishing the embrace of her pussy on his cock once again. He pressed on, sinking further in until his hips bumped against her rear, his balls swaying slightly underneath.
“Yessss…” Celestia sighed out. “Where it belongs. Where I need it most.” she whispered, audible enough for him to hear. It prompted Magnus to start again, having had enough time to cool down and ease away from the edge some. He reared back, pulling his cock with him before stopping halfway and then plunging right back into her wanting depths. “Yes! Rut me, Flash Magnus!”
Her beckon was answered with a hard thrust from the stallion, who grit his teeth and started humping her from behind. His thrusts were a constant push into her, sheathing himself and making his balls bounce off her rump before pulling back to the medial ring, the swollen flesh tugging just enough on her lips to stimulate her further before he dove back in. The fluid motion was aided from the sopping wetness that was Celestia’s pussy, which squeezed and tightened around him at every moment it could manage.
Magnus’ mind was empty of everything but the need for climax and to soak up all the ecstasy he could of claiming Celestia’s marehood for himself. Sweat fell down his brow and back as he hammered at her nethers, his long cock a quick but powerful tool that soon had Celestia falling to gasped breaths and lustful words. They were punctuated with the fleshy slap of their loins meeting, the library’s emptiness only amplifying the sound all around them.
“Consort...consort of mine, claim me! Fill me with your cum!” She wailed, forelegs stretched out in front of her as her wings unfurled to either side of her. Her glasses had slipped off, cast away from his roughness. Celestia was a radiant sight in the midst of her lust, just as lost in the moment as he was. He gave in to his more feral ideals in claiming her, yanking her tail up to clench with his teeth and giving a pull on it that made her squeal. In response, she pushed back into his thrusts, demanding every throbbing, hot inch of him she could get inside.
Breathing gave way to growls and grunts from the stallion as he worked himself up, the staved off climax surging through his being and demanding release into the wanting mare below. He tugged on her tail again, making Celestia gasp and nearly scream as she tightened around him. The heated friction pulled at every inch of his cock, his tip flaring within her and making his cock swell in her depths.
“Yes! Yes! I feel you! Cum! Cum inside me!” She begged of him.
With a final hard thrust, Magnus fulfilled his charge and flooded her nethers with his cum in but two bursts of his primed orgasm. More and more of his seed poured into her depths, the pink walls being splashed with white cum in thick, hefty spurts that rained on her womb’s entrance as well. He stayed hilted within the alicorn, refusing to pull his cock back even an inch as he flooded her. His cum poured around the tight seal she made around his member, rivers of white spilling down her thighs and making Celestia tremble before she could take no more.
The alicorn’s collapse onto the conjured pillow brought Magnus down with her, the pegasus keeping himself hilted within her while finding purchase in resting against her back. He panted for air, much as she was, and looked to the weary, well-ridden mare’s face. Her expression was pure delight, fulfillment evident in her eyes and smile as she looked back at him. They stayed there for a moment to gather their breath each, with Magnus finally withdrawing his weakening cock from her depths with a squelch sound as she released him. More of his seed ran out without him to plug it, but she seemed to bask in the sensation, coming to rest on her side and patting the spot in front of her for him to claim.
When he did, he found his vision obscured by her elegant mane when she dipped her head down to kiss him. He returned it, weary even as he was, and found purchase to rest his head under her chin.
“Thank you.” She whispered to him, affection eminent in her voice.
“My pleasure. And yours too, I hope.” He replied, making her give a quiet giggle.
“It was. And one I...I hope to indulge in again. If possible.” She admitted, earning a nuzzle from him that she returned.
“Your sister will surely have an idea or two, I think.” He told her. He looked out to the window, the moon’s light now shifted away as time had passed enough. In the window’s reflection, however, he saw the alicorn of the moon peering through, her flushed countenance reflecting joy and pride in equal parts. He gave a silent wave of his hoof at her, earning a silent laugh and nod from Luna before she left his vision. All would rest well that night, Flash would wager. He knew he would, basking in the warm embrace of the large alicorn holding him.
Author's Note
And thus a sequel came to life. And my first Celestia focused story, no less.
This was fun to write, if a bit of work; writing somepony being actually bad at acting is a lot different than writing them doing things the correct way. I'm not sure what I'll aim to do next; gotta figure out what ideas appeal the most on my board. But for now, please enjoy! If you did, leave a comment, as they help encourage me to continue. See you next time! 
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