At the Behest of the Heavens: A TTIGRAAP Tale

It is summertime. The breeze is gentle and playful as it wafts the scent of the sea towards the shores of Seaward Shoals. A stallion gives a small, satisfied sigh of the feeling of the wind in his mane and the sounds of the sea gently ringing in his ears as he steps out of his carriage, stretching his wings. He reaches into a saddlebag and pulls out a letter addressed to him from his..teacher, one of many in fact, though admittedly one of his most influential.

My Most Faithful Student,

We have need of your assistance in a matter of great significance. We know better than most that it may not be reasonable of Us to expect you to make the time for Us amidst all that is asked of you these days, but should you find yourself available please make your way to Us at Seaward Shoals at your earliest convenience. We can assure you that your attendance on this matter would mean a great deal to Us.

Sincerely,...

He puts the letter back in the bag and gives a small sigh as he walks through the front door. There is a stallion, a receptionist running the front counter of the office. He is filing at his hoof with a bored expression on his face when he feels the looming shadow of the approaching visitor pass over him. The receptionist moves to look at him, that expression slowly changing as he soaks them in. “Yes, how can I….help...you?”

Before him stands a giant of a stallion, sleek, tall, and powerful. They stand at least two or three heads above any pony he has ever seen.

Save well...two of them. And even then it’s a contest.

The large stallion’s eyes are a soft, pleasant purple in color, filled with a gentleness that contrasted his size and frame. His coat is soothing pink, and his well-kept mane and tail a lighter shade of the same. A long, elegant horn is perched atop his head, and soft, large wings adorn his back. Atop his head sits a simple gold circlet bearing a gem carved into the likeness of a rose in bloom.

“Yes, I am here for a visitation. Would you please direct me to er...Maretime Manor?” He asks in a gentle, slightly confused tone.

The receptionist softly swallows and gives him a slow nod. “O-of course, please, right this way!” He says, getting up out of his swivel chair and trotting towards a door to the side of the building. “Maretime Manor is just down this path, if you hit the docks, you’ve gone too far. Do you need a-an escort to-”

“Oh no, I’m fine, thank you,” he says kindly, waving him off with a hoof. “Thanks for your help, friend, I appreciate it.”

He left the receptionist to their work, hearing them utter a few sputtered final words before the door closed behind him.

A short walk later he finds himself outside of a rather stately looking manor, with the faces of two of his teachers plastered across the sign out front. Something tells him that this is probably the place. It is likely the large cursive print on the sign which reads “Maretime Manor.”, and the faces also help.

He knocks on the door, three hard thunks that are followed by a muffled feminine call of “One moment, please!” before the door gives a small click and opens.

It's Luna, his favorite of all of his teachers, standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face. Her mane is done up in a rather cute bun, but other than that she hasn’t changed since you last saw her. “R-Rose…?” She says softly, looking up at him slowly.

Rose Tint smiles back down at her, his eyes sparkling with joy as he takes in the sight of her. “Hello, Teacher. It has been far too long. Love the mane, by the way. It suits you, really draws attention to your eyes and your h-oof!”

He is winded slightly as the mare jumps at him, wrapping her hooves around his beck for a moment before pulling back. “Oh, silence thine tongue, Rose, if thou insists on acting as if you barely know us.” She says in a mildly excited tone, a wide smile dancing across her face as she takes you by the hoof and firmly pulls you into the manor.

As the door closes behind him, she lets go of his hoof and beckons for him to follow her deeper within. “Apologies for the mess, I was not expecting you to arrive so quickly.”

He looks around the abode and notices...no particular mess, everything looks fairly prim and neat actually. “...It’s fine really. And yes, Twilight insisted I come as soon as possible once she heard that I had been summoned. She was kind enough to offer to oversee the Night Court for me in my absence.” he says, following her until they come to the kitchen. She pulls out a chair and offers it to him, and he took a seat before she sits down next to him.

“So, how are things back home?” She asks, deciding to break the ice with some well-deserved pleasantries. “It has been some time since We last bothered Ourselves with the goings-on of the world at large.” She muses, gently placing her wing across his back. He gives a small smile and relaxes into it. Even after all of these years, feeling the gentle familiar caress makes him feel small, safe. He looksover to her contentedly and begins to recollect. “Well, Things are going quite well, actually. Screwball and Jambosier are both doing wonderfully in school, and Cozy Glow has been making great strides in her studies under my careful tutelage. Really, the rivalry she has with that Luster Dawn girl sort of reminds me of the old days with me and Twilight.”

Luna nods, chuckling softly. “We still can’t believe you managed to get through to her the way you did. I swear you have the patience of Faust herself.”

He shrugs slightly. “Well, All I had to do was accept her for who she was and go from there. Once she didn’t feel like she had to fake it around me it was a lot easier to have frank conversations with her. And I mean, I’ve done more impossible things. I still can’t believe Applejack actually let me give our daughter a Prench name.”

“Ponies will often do strange and uncharacteristic things in the name of love, Rose. it is simply one of those things you learn to accept as time goes on. One of many you will have to accept.”

His expression darkens slightly at this, then saddens. “Yeah. it’s...still hard to come to terms with it. I’ll still have Screwy and Eris, and Twilight and you guys too of course, but well...one day the others aren't going to be there anymore. It...keeps me up at night sometimes, knowing I’ve brought life into the world that I will survive to see crumble to dust.”

Luna gives him a sympathetic nod, petting his mane with a hoof slowly, letting it trail down his back. “It is a grim and stark reality of Immortality, Rose. And I will be here to support you when the time comes. Though...today, I require your support.” She admits as she gently pulls her wing away from him, turning to face him properly.

Rose sits up and gives a small cough as he looks her in the eye, giving a small nod. “I figured that. So, what exactly is it that you needed from me?”

She pauses for a moment, her eyes looking down at the ground, flitting back and forth as she considers her words before looking back up towards him. “Well, in regards to a similar matter as the previous topic. Ourself and Our sister have been doing some thinking for a while now…”

“Oh? What sort of thinking, for how long?” he asks, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head just so in that way he often did when struck with something he did not fully understand.

“Well, for a while, actually. Since we first found out about Flurry Heart.” Luna says slowly, deliberately as she seems to be putting the words together as she speaks them aloud. “We have always...toyed with the idea of possibly having foals of our own. But the burden should they prove not to...pass on our legacy was simply too much of a risk in Our eyes. But seeing her, seeing that an Alicorn can be born naturally, it set us to thinking. If we could find another Alicorn...a Male Alicorn…”

He raises a hoof slowly, giving her an intent, firm look. “I...think I know where you are going with this. And While I am flattered, I am not sure if my herdmates would approve of-”

“We actually asked them for permission before reaching out to you personally.” She says without skipping a beat. He nearly chokes a bit at this before calming down and thinking about it. She was a far more...traditional sort of mare. It makes sense that she would ask them before him, all things considered.

“Alright. As mildly unsettling as I find that, I can look past it I suppose,” he says with a slightly more tentative tone. “But you can understand how that is...still a really big ask, right?”

Luna nods slowly, watching his reactions intently. “We do. We would like to try to reassure you by saying that if there was another We could entrust with this, We would. But that would be an egregious falsehood on our part. We, as well as Our sister, wish to bear your child to ensure that they will be born with the gift of Life Eternal. We have seen much suffering in our lives. As selfish as it may be, We cannot bear the thought of seeing Our potential progeny pass away with the sands of time. We both admire you deeply, as you admire us, and We would see no other stallion be given the task even if he were to be able to provide what we seek.”

As she speaks, she slowly leans closer to him. He can smell it on her now, the scent of concord grape, heavy with that strange, off-scent that signified only one thing. She is in heat.

The potent scent of her fills him, and admittedly clouds his judgment a tad as he rolls the proposition over slowly in his head. He has always had a bit of a crush on the two of them, but really who didn’t? Though his might be a bit more justified considering how long they had known each other, and how deep their relationship went. They were no longer simply Teacher and Student. They were equals now. He was in turn, now the Diarch of this land in hoof with Twilight. While he may lack The Elder Princess' countless years of experience, he is certainly a grown stallion, capable of making such a meaningful choice.

Could he really call himself worthy of the title of the Prince of Passion if he could not even fulfill this most deeply held desire of one of his Subjects, his Teacher, and one of his closest Friends? He certainly doesn’t think so, now that he ponders it.

“...Very well. After all you two have given me, this seems like the least I could do to repay you.” He says softly as he slowly stands up from his seat.

Her smile eclipses the beauty of even her moon as she beams at him, quickly doing the same and getting to her hooves with an enthusiasm he had not seen from her in many years. “You will not regret this, Rose! Come quickly, We are at the Apex of Our estrus, we mustn’t dally!”

“Wait, like right now, right now? Shouldn’t we go out for dinner or some-AHH!” Rose is cut off with a sudden yell as he is grabbed by his hoof again and pulled very vigorously by the older Alicorn mare down the hall and into what appears to be her bedroom. It is decorated in a more modest but similar fashion to her chambers back in the castle years prior. Stars and moons litter the decor on backgrounds of purple, blue, and black.

He finds himself thrown gently onto the bed, eyes wide and face flushed at being placed in such a compromising position. His legs are splayed, displaying his equipment to the mare who only seems to grow more excited as she sees him already beginning to unsheathe.

“Mnnn, We must admit, We have had...fairly frequent dalliances in flights of fancy where we considered how it might be to have you like this, even before your ascension...” she says slowly as she slips onto the bed and crawls up towards him. She spreads his legs further with her hooves, leaning down to take a soft, slow inhale of his scent before she allows her tongue to slowly slide out and run along his sack.

He draws a quick, short hitched breath at the feeling of her tongue slipping across his sensitive gonads, eyes wide at the sight of her, his former Teacher starting to lick and kiss and worship his package like some estrus stricken school filly. “Y-you don’t say…?” he says softly, his hoof slowly traveling to press gently against the back of her head.

She seems excited by this and shivers slightly, her wings flaring in delight at the tough as she slowly kisses up his stomach until she is straddling him, her undercarriage softly rubbing along his steadily unsheathing member as her lips finally met his own. She held the kiss for a few long moments before finally pulling away again to look down at him and speak. “Indeed. Now still your tongue until I tell you I have use for it, little colt. Your Teacher has a few things left to teach you, and you would do well to heed her~”

She says this with a playful, sultry smile as she begins to rock her soft, sopping slit back and forth against the thick base of his heavy shaft. She lets out a few soft, pleasured mewls into his ear as she leans in and rests her head on the crook of his neck, pressing her hooves gently to his chest. As she slowly lines herself up with his flared tip, her breath gives a small hitch of its own. Her eyes go wide at the feeling of him slowly spreading her open wide, entering her. She can feel every ridge and bump on his thick, firm rod grazing over her velvet soft walls as they clamp down and attempt to draw him deeper prematurely.

She maintains her pace, however, controlling the descent of her hips towards his with incredible precision and poise. She pulls from his neck to lock eyes with him as she gives an admittedly red-faced, flustered cocky smile “Mnnn, We imagine that it must feel divine to be embraced thusly by the Goddess of the Moon. Does Our marehood suffice to please you, Our faithful student?” She asks in a slightly ragged, husky tone as she seems to take visible effort to keep herself from simply being done with it.

Rose is indeed, very much enjoying himself. The feeling of another Alicorns body embracing him thusly felt...incredibly right. As if this were the most natural thing in the world, and it very well might be! He gives her an equally shaky smile as his hooves slowly travel to her flanks, gripping them tightly and eliciting a soft squeak and a worried glance down at him as he locked his eyes to her own.

Before she could voice her concern, He pulls down hard.

In a single moment, every inch of his considerable length is roughly buried deep within the confines of her soft, spasming, milking flower. Her eyes Widen, then cross, then seem to stare at nothing for a few moments before rolling back. Her ears fold against the top of her skull as her tongue lolls out, and he can feel her spasm and clamp down around him, a newfound increased moistness now dampening his fur and the bed below them both as her body shudders. “O-ohhhh FAUST YES!” She cries triumphantly as she rolls her hips, slowly riding out her orgasm before she manages to recover some of her dignity and look down at him all the more intensely.

“Hmphh...i-impressive work for a whelp of your tender years, but you will find that We are not so easily bested as that!” She cries out confidently before she lifts her hips about halfway off of his cock and viciously slams herself back down. Her muscular, firm flanks even still manage to ripple pleasantly from the force of the impact. They do not even have time to come to a standstill again before she does it again, and again! A neverending series of eager up and down movements, pounding herself down onto his might mottled pillar again and again with the passion of millennia of unrequited desires backing her movements.

Rose is...there. He is certainly having the time of his life, though that is somewhat mitigated by the jumbled and barely coherent thoughts of how he is going to get his soul back once the retired princess has finished sucking it out through her gorilla grip equine cunt. His hips pistoned up to meet her own on every thrust as well as he could manage, eager to please her. Eager to satisfy her long-neglected thirst for intimacy, and most importantly, to breed her, to make her the mother she has always wanted to be.

Intimacy could wait. This is not about the bond they shared, nor is it about their feelings, as strong as they might be. This is about something more primal. This is about playing out the roles nature had put on each of them. It is about the continuation of bloodlines. It was about Pleasure, Submission to one’s baser urges, it is about mating.

He gives a powerful roar and with a sudden burst of strength, rolls them so their positions are reversed, now hammering down into her violently as her hips buck up to meet him. Her legs quickly wrap around his barrel and he holds her close, almost crushing her under the bulk of his larger frame as he hammers away at her. She has already had her second orgasm of the evening and has checked out well on her way to a third as he throbs inside of her. As much as he would like this to last well into the evening, the sheer primal excitement, the pounding, overwhelming call of his instincts demands he does what he was made to do, and quickly.

She can feel him swell and kick inside of her, and before she can even let out the cry she was about to call forth, before she could beg to be filled with his potent seed and bear his foals he is already preparing to grant her wishes. He slams down deeply into her one final time with a triumphant, masculine roar of his own, similar to the one she gave on starting this hard rut. His balls tighten and clench, pumping rope after rope of his thick, virile cum as deep into her as he can get it, leaving not an inch of the inside of her spared from the thorough coating.

She can feel it as it happens, she relishes in the sensation of his potent seed infusing her with his essence, practically drowning her womb in the fiber of his being. Her eyes roll back again as she goes limp with utter satisfaction with the feeling of having her most deeply rooted, basic of functions be carried out after all of these many centuries. At last, she thinks to herself, she shall be a mother.

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Several hours have passed. They have long since changed the sheets and showered themselves, and are enjoying a rather pleasant chat over a cup of tea in the kitchen once more.

“So, er….may I ask what you are going to name it?” he inquires gently before taking a sip of his tea.

She smiles softly up at him, looking down at her stomach and thinking for a moment. “Hmm...We shall name him...Caldwell…”

Rose raises an eyebrow at this. “Huh, sure it’s going to be a colt then? I suppose it would be nice to have at least one under my belt.” He says with a small chuckle, getting a small nod of agreement from the former princess.

“Indeed, We have had a premonition. He shall be Our son, and We shall cherish him always, as we have cherished you.”

He smiles a bit wider at that. He had, of course, had his doubts at the start of this little venture. But he was starting to think that maybe it had not been such a bad idea after a-

“Now, for the matter of my sister.”

Ah shit.