Celestia strode confidently through the casino. She was available, at quite the premium. Ruler of the realm, at least outside the casino, Celestia was the ruler of the security, within it. She snatched a pony in her magic. "You look a little young for here, young colt."

The gangly teen of a colt ran wildly, but went nowhere, being hovered in the air. "Hey, lemme go!"

"I think not. Where are your parents?" Celestia looked around for anypony taking pointed interest in their interaction. "You must be within their sight at all times."

The colt began to point. "No! You can't tell him!"

Celestia smiled easily. It was obvious to her what was happening then. "Is your father even here, at this casino?"

"T-two doors--"

"--What have you got there?" Tempest emerged from the crowd, eyes darting between Celestia and the captive colt. "Where are his parents?"

"I was just asking him. And he was about to tell me." Celestia rolled a metal-clad hoof. "Go on."

"Two doors down." The colt thrust a hoof in the right direction.

Celestia knew the place. Safe for the whole family. The most untoward thing they had there was the unlimited ice cream bar. Quite an attraction, that. "Your father would be quite displeased if he learned you were here, I can only imagine."

Tempest moved in on the colt, trapping him between herself and Celestia, not that he could move far in his field of capturing magic. "Want me to go find him? Maybe that'll teach him a lesson about sneaking where he doesn't belong."

"Tempting…" She could see the colt trembling in terror. "But if he just promises to go and not come back until he's old enough, or with his father, we can let this slide, one time."

"Oh please! I'll be good!" The colt clopped his hooves together with the biggest grin he could manage. "Promise!"

Tempest rolled her eyes. "You're too nice." The glow on the magic around the colt shifted as Tempest began to spark and fizzle around her horn, taking grasp of the young one. "I'll take him out." In but a moment, she left the foal on the sidewalk out front. "I swear. This is why they sneak in here. They know you won't tan their bottoms."

"Tanning anypony that doesn't pay for exactly that is how we can draw the wrong kind of attention to the casino," gently cautioned Celestia, an easy smile worn. "He'll have quite the tale to tell, and maybe others will hear about us from it. He's free advertising, if you think about it."

"Yeah…" Tempest shook her head softly. "Look, one premium mare to another, we're better than this."

"Better than what?" A brow and an ear raised in unison. "Is something wrong?"

"Chasing brats around?" Tempest inclined her head towards the inside. "I'm going to get back to the cards. The sweet sound of a cut deck is just what I need right now."

"Make them cry," called Celestia supportively with a little smile. She did not seem at all ruffled with her place in the grand scheme of things. "I'm just keeping things safe for my little ponies." It's what Celestia did, in and outside of the casino. She watched out for her little ponies.

"Celly!" There was Flim, approaching with a knowing smile. "We have a gig for you." He was holding a ticket, floating it towards Celestia. "Five PM."

"Five?" Celestia glanced at the clock. It was hidden from sight, but she knew where it was, hiding behind a sign. It wasn't there for the casino guests. "That's early for a guest, isn't it?" Her eyes darted over the slip. "Two?"

"They were sure there was enough of you to share." Flim waggled his brows at the dirty implication. "And they paid for it. You'll be ready, hm?"

"Of course." Celestia nodded gently. "They know my conditions, I presume?"

"Nothing plain, Celly my dear." Flim wandered off right past her. "Just a couple that want to touch the sun."

Celestia watched him go. She had finally gotten a vacation. Running a country was hard work… Somehow she had not envisioned that vacation becoming involved with… them. On one hoof, being treated like much any other pony was a refreshing change of pace.

On the other, it was them. She walked without letting her feelings show. Besides, she had two ponies that wanted to be with her. It wasn't as if she had any regret towards them anyway. Ponies were normally too frightened to approach her. It made sense, really, in the end.

They paid. They paid because it gave them bravery. By paying, they felt they 'earned' the right to be with her. Reminding them they could have approached if they were just brave, and interesting, would not help the situation.

She willed the door open and began putting things in their proper places. Some of the mares and stallions that worked there would take the room as it was. Celestia was a pony of… tastes… She set out tools to the left and scenery to the right. She placed a large decal of the sun above, floating it in her magic as she pressed it flat to stick right where she wanted it. They would do work beneath its gentle gaze. Whoever came would likely get quite used to being under the sun. That was often how it worked out. Maybe that time would be different?

There would be no mystery that the pony who entered would know they were in the sun's domain. A little subdued smile worn, she sank down onto the bed, tail lashing once across the soft sheets. She could hear them coming. Two sets, as promised. Just before they reached her door, she spoke up, "Enter."

She could tell they were surprised. There was a delay. Were they asking one another if they should press on. Poor things.

The door cracked open, and a face peeked in. That was a face she knew. "Mister Carrot Cake."

He went red as a beet. "U-um, yes ma'am!" He scooted inside, making room for Cup Cake to follow him in. "I'm glad you remember us."

Celestia had not expected those two. "How could I forget. Have you come to serve your sun once more? Or... " She licked her lips slowly, making sure they could see the action, her eyes drilling into them. "Or… this time, you would like to put the sun in her place, hm?"

Mister and Missus Cake shared a look at that. Cup Cake advanced. "First, let me say that is is quite nice to see you again." She cleared her throat softly. "You really do look just like her."

Celestia raised a brow. "You have that backwards. I am the real Celestia. The one in Canterlot, that one is the fake."

There, all nice and settled. But Missus Cake only looked more confused. "Do you doubt me?"

"But… Celestia retired?" Cup Cake shook her head. "Nevermind that. Today is all about you, right there." She advanced a step with a smile. "Ruler of the sun."

Celestia pointed at Carrot Cake suddenly. "You. Who will raise the sun today? Is it me? Or is it you?" She sneered, tail lashing anew. "Make a decision and do not regret it."

Carrot Cake cleared his throat softly. "Today we want neither of those."

Cup Cake advanced towards the bed. "Today, we would like to be what you never had, not truly."

"Not truly?" Celestia lifted an ear, curiosity forming. Surprise was not something she encountered often, and the tease of it brought a smile on her face. "Tell me more, my clever little ponies."

Carrot reared up, setting his hooves on the bed's edge. "We wish to be your foals."

"And you our mother," finished Cup. "Not our queen."

"Your mother," finished Celestia, ears dancing. She had mentored no few ponies, assuming a role close to that of a mother, but not quite… there. "I had expected a more… carnal desire." She glanced off at the exotic tools that would need no use if she were dealing with foals.

Cup Cake hopped up onto the bed, her husband coming with her as they circled around either way to trap Celestia. "As a mother, I know that parenthood can be very--"

"--very," continued Carrot, closing in against Celestia, trapping her between their warm forms. "Sensual, and close. A normal foal can do nothing with this."

"To hold them close is all one can do, hold them, and protect them." Cup set a leg over Celestia and sank against her. "But these foals are ready to love their mother very much."

"With all their hearts," added Carrot, nuzzling into her soft faintly off-pink fur. "Sun mother, you are especially bedazzling today."

Celestia smiled gently. A little worship play was not that. She jumped, feeling a hoof straying where she did not expect it. Cup was nosing up underneath her, working through the soft fur of her belly. "What are you--" It become all too obvious when the seal was made, the soft little motions. A thrill ran up her spine, realizing that the grown mare, a mother, was nursing from her. "Is… Is baby hungry?" She set a hoof gently on Cup's back as she sat up properly, making it easier to reach that near-hidden teat.

Play or not, Celestia had never had a child, so her breasts never had much a reason to grow, so they hadn't. That didn't make them less sensitive to, oh! Carrot had joined from the other side, two adult ponies working her in only the soft sounds of suckling. She had become the mother of two hungry little foals. Part of her wanted to laugh, but it did feel nice, and she wanted to see where it was going. "Drink up… You have to grow big and strong," she whispered instead, holding the two gently.

Unlike actual foals, she was free to enjoy the sexuality of the occasion. Both were not only adult, but middle aged. There was no shame in feeling turned on by their actions. Her horn glowed as she reached around and under the two, tickling and teasing in kind. "My my my," she whispered gently. "It looks like my foals are ready to make some of their own. Will I be a grandmother?"

Unlike her, Cup Cake was a mother. Her teats were a little swollen despite those foals being large enough to not technically require her to do that. All the more a target for Celestia's magic to caress, squeeze, and pull with slowly increasing intensity. She was staring to enjoy what the Cakes had bought to her, however unexpected.

Carrot squirmed, fully engorged against his 'mother' He wasn't getting any milk, but there were other things his large sun mother could provide. He began to nuzzle away from her belly, instead nosing at her cutie mark, tracing the sun that the entire country knew so well. "Naughty colt." Not that she was actually stopping him. "What are you doing?"

Another nose. Cup had moved to match. The two were quite the team, without any words shared between them, they were working Celestia in stereo. Her cutie mark was… actually a bit sensitive. It wasn't like she could get many ponies to touch it, or to do much with it. But now she had two nipping and rubbing in soft ways that made her spine tingle with delight. "Naughty children!" She grabbed both in her golden magic, lifting them into the air. "Foals like you need to be disciplined." She smirked at the two as their happy expressions faded to something of worry.

Good. They had surrendered command of the situation to her some time ago. It was time for her to make use of that. "Such impudent little foals." She smooched the top of Cup's head, then Carrot's. "It's a good thing I love them very much. This will hurt me more than it hurts you…"

She would discipline them, and make them squeal in new ways they likely never experienced before. Maybe they would come back again.

Author's Note

Celestia's been around a long time. She needs interesting twists to keep interested, you see.

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