Hentai Horse in Magical Pony Land

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Dear Princess Celestia

Celestia smiled as she sipped her morning tea, she loved getting letters from her little ponies. Sadly most of them were from greedy nobles trying to get more anything (power, bits, political favors, etc), however that made genuine letters all the more precious for the motherly alicorn.

And young Pinkamena’s (”Call me Pinkie damnit!~”) letters were always a treat, she was just so genuine and honest that Celestia wished she could go and give the pink bundle of happiness a hug! Last year Pinkamena had somehow sent her a three layered triple chocolate cake along with a letter telling her happy birthday! She had no idea how the mare did it, well no she actually did.

She’s just glad the genetic disposition towards chaos and anarchy has watered down over the generations. But she had no doubt Discord would be as proud as a peacock if he ever met Pinkie.

“Now let’s see…” Celestia murmured as she furthered unfurled the letter, though blinking in surprise when a series of pictures fell to the floor.

Deciding to look at them in a moment she focused on the letter, assuming they were pictures of her latest pranks (which Pranklestia approved of). As she read the letter she started to get flustered and started to blush, especially at the rather… lurid details young Pinkamena included.

“A stallion nearly as big as me with a stallionhood like that? Goodness does he have a Dragon or Buffalo somewhere in his ancestry?” She thought recalling some of the trysts over the centuries.

The “horseshoe” cutie mark interested Celestia. Pinkamena, and possibly most ponies really, assumed his special talent was related to building or blacksmithing. And from what she read they weren’t wrong honestly given this Steel Cavalry’s status as a Mr.Fixit but Celestia was old (though call her that to her face she might just punt you to the sun) and had much more knowledge to draw upon.

Now trying to decipher Cutie marks, especially the more esoteric ones like her student Twilight’s, is an exercise in futility. Even marks with an “obvious” talent isn’t that straight forward. Every mark can have countless meanings and there’s a reason Starswirl the Bearded never really delved into the subject.

And if she recalled her lessons Steel’s mark is an “Omega” which stood for “The End” or “Endings” which just begs the question the end of what? However Celestia stopped herself from going down that rabbit hole before she tore her mane out (it’s happened before). Honestly it could truthfully mean nothing, or it could mean something. With such conceptual/metaphysical things one could never be one-hundred percent sure.

“But still… asking me for suggestions on how to make a clearly sexually frustrated stallion happy… Pinkamena honestly you’re too good for this world.”

Shaking her head, Celestia sat the rather… interesting read to the side and levitated the pictures to her hooves.

“Oh… oh my goodness…” She thought as she stared (check Questionable Questing version for the pic) at one picture.

Well she could certainly understand why so many mares were intimidated, not only was he a Horse but well… his was scaled to match his size. So regular ponies would possibly find such a large insertion to be unnerving or maybe uncomfortable bigger mares like herself and those her size would find it rather pleasant.

“Goodness when was the last time I got rutted?”

It actually irritated her that she actually had to think of the answer, but eventually she recalled. It will be a thousand and five years ago in a few months actually. It was with a rather handsome Kirnin before they all went into isolation.

“Oh what was his name?”

Summer Breeze? Yeah… that sounds right! He was such a wonderful lover, attentive, not blinded by the whole Princess (well Goddess at the time) thing, and he could fling muck like a stallion twice his size! And if she were to estimate between the picture and her memories… Steel was possibly half a hoof (six inches) in length and definitely beat Summer in sheer girth!

“Looks like a fence post.” And not one of those tiny ones, the ones ranchers use that look like tiny logs.

“Oh goodness… am I really considering this?” Celestia muttered to herself, “Am I really that desperate for more intimate companionship that I’m considering sending a Royal Summons? What would Lulu think? Or Cadence?? Or Twilight even!?”

Oh who was she kidding? Yes she was. And while her little ponies saw her as a paragon of motherly purity and understanding, the fact is she’s still a mare with needs. Needs that she had been neglecting for centuries in her depression over banishing her darling sister to the moon and trying to govern the moon and sun alongside a fledgling nation.

And honestly… she knew her niece and sister would understand. Twilight however might not be so understanding, given the pedestal the young mare pu Celestia on.

“I wonder if I could get Steel to agree to a temporary banishment and deliver a message to Lulu?”

Of course after she got a centuries old itch thoroughly scratched of course. And maybe if he was especially amazing Celestia would offer him a position as Royal Prince-Consort she hadn’t had one of those in damn near forever!

“Though that means he’d have to meet my nephew…” Celestia honestly couldn’t stop herself from grimacing at the thought.

She loved her nephew, truly she did (no matter how irksome he can be), but she could easily imagine the meeting ending very poorly as Pinkamena had mentioned how Steel didn’t suffer fools lightly. And while the thought of one of her subjects being violent to another displeased her greatly, it wasn’t something new or even taboo. For all ponies espouse “Acceptance and Understanding” very few actually practice what they preach.

She still on occasion got blistering letters from the Hookbeak clan from Gryphonia due to some very… disparaging and horrifically speciest comments from her nephew three years ago.

Actually Cadence had been playing diplomat ever since, though recent letters said that she may have finally soothed their feathers.

But back to her little ponies...

Generally speaking the odd ponies that stand out are treated as outcasts at best and pariahs at worst. Herd mentality can be so troublesome sometimes.

But the fact that Steel is an accepted member of Ponyville (if some do find his eccentricities irritating) gave Celestia hope that maybe one day ponykind will need practice what they preach.

“Princess?” Her stewart said as she poked her head in, “It’s almost time for court.”

“Truly?” Celestia just sighed before she put the fascinating letter and pictures away and locked her desk, “Well… no rest for the weary I suppose. Come along then.” She said, giving her steward a smile as she got up.

The stewart, one of the few to see Celestia ever look like an actual pony and not a Princess, just frowned and bowed.

“You’ll rest one day Princess. I know it!” The stewart thought, hating how often Celestia used that phrase and just how accurate it was.

Truly the burden of Monarchy is a heavy one.