At the Behest of the Heavens: A TTIGRAAP Tale

The night came and went. Rose spent the night with his teacher, simply talking and enjoying being around her again. Unfettered by the constraints of propriety or their previous dynamic, and unfettered by the years of romantic tension that had previously lain heavy on them both. It was a wonderful evening, and they fell asleep holding each other in the comfort of her bed.

The morning arrived, and with Celestia still nowhere to be found, the two of them are toiling away together in the sisters’ shared garden until she returns.

Or in Rose’s case, he is trying and failing to toil away in the garden. For a stallion with flowers on his Cutie mark, his noted lack of success in this venture is certainly proving them entirely symbolic in nature.

He has a firm grasp of a weed by its very base between his teeth and is pulling valiantly. Eventually, the dratted thing comes loose all at once and he finds himself flying back and landing on his flank with an angry little yelp.

Luna gives a soft little chuckle as she watches him pick himself off of the ground and dust off his rump, brushing at his hindquarters with his tail to free it of dust and debris. “It was very sweet of you to offer to assist us with our gardening, young Prince. We feel you may be better suited to keeping Us company than working the land yourself, however. A delicate stallion such as yourself should not sully his hooves with such-”

“Luna, I respect and admire you, but I do not think you have any right to call me ‘delicate’ after I blew your back out the way I did yesterday afternoon,” he says with a teasing tone, a slightly irritated edge to his voice. Even after all he has accomplished, Luna still thinks of him deep down as a delicate, vulnerable thing. A delicate rose to be cultivated and nurtured as if it were the prize ornament of a fabulous garden.

Honestly, as much as the mothering, kind nature of the Princesses definitely serves as a massive positive in Rose’s book, he still resents the implication that he is unable to handle himself the same way a mare could.

The fact that such outdated drivel is still ushering forth from her mouth even after he has made her scream his name loudly enough to give him tinnitus for the afternoon makes him give a soft internal sigh. He is left to suppose that while you might take the mare out of the middle ages, You simply cannot take the middle ages out of the mare.

However, he can take some of that wind out of her haughty little sails, and it seems that his comment has done just that. She is reduced to a rather amusing fit of sputtering as she attempts to and fails to come up with a clever response to the irrefutable fact that he blew her back out like a faulty tire on a NASCAR track last night. “We...That is...you...ugh!” she finishes lamely as she pouts and returns to her gardening.

He chuckles softly and heeds her advice as a peace offering, hanging back and simply watching her tend to her plants. “So, do you have any idea when she will be getting back?” He asks her as he looks back towards the manor, seeming...nervous, definitely a bit nervous.

Luna notices this and presses a bit, smirking as she turns to face him. “Aweee, does Our Precious little Princeling miss his mommy?” She asks with a taunting expression, seeming to relish in the opportunity to engage in a bit of banter after his previous comment.

It is now his turn to sputter and blush, shaking his head. “Please for the love of all that is decent don’t call her that, especially not when I’m expected to get in bed with her later,” he says sheepishly as he rubs at one of his forelegs with the hoof of the other. Celestia had never let him live down calling her that on several occasions. He still remembers when she surprised him with an offer for an actual adoption after she found out he didn’t have any family to speak of.

While the Apples had been kind enough to fill that void for him, he had been incredibly grateful to her for all she had done for him and accepted graciously, thinking of it as more of a symbolic gesture. He was promptly proven wrong about that assumption the next day when he was dragged to advanced etiquette classes. He still sometimes has flashbacks to the fork placement seminar with Blueblood.

With a small shudder as he represses that particular memory, he returns his attention to Luna. “In any case, as a matter of fact, I do miss her. It has been quite some time since I have gotten to see her, and admittedly, considering the circumstances and expectations for this upcoming reunion, I am a bit...n-nervous…”

Luna smiles a bit wider at this forthright confession from her former protege, stepping a bit closer and looking him over more closely. “Hmmmm, you poor thing. Luckily for you, your Teacher knows exactly the thing to calm the nerves of a stallion with performance anxiety…”

She leans in a bit closer, gently nipping his neck and giving a soft nicker into his ear before pulling away to look him in the eyes intently. “Take Us. Take Us right here in Our garden, Rose,” she said simply and firmly.

His eyes widen and his face reddens well beyond the normal, appropriate shade of pink it normally bore as she starts to turn around without even waiting for an answer. “I-I’m sorry, what?” he asked softly, trying not to draw attention. The manor might be well and away from most prying eyes, but there was still the occasional elderly pony out for a stroll past here that he had seen since this morning. “I mean, out here, outside in the open…?” he asks more concisely, looking away from her bashfully as she flags her tail. “B-but what if someone sees…”

“And what do you have to be ashamed of if they do hm?” She says in a more firm, confident voice as she looks back at him with a reassuring, commanding smile as she presents her plush, supple haunches to her chosen mate. “They should be honored to have the opportunity to observe such a rare occurrence, to have the privilege of viewing such magnificent, perfected examples of the equine form on display in such an intimate manner,” she says, stomping her hoof gently to accentuate her statement. “Now, come to your teacher and...how did you say...blow Our back out~,” She says, chuckling slightly with the silliness of the modern phrase.

Rose swallows softly and nods at her invitation, slowly approaching her. He bites his lip as he walks up behind her and awkwardly, nervously mounts her. The elder mare seems to delight in his hesitance, his almost demure demeanor. Such a countenance likely suits a handsome stallion of his standing, in her view. “Mnnn yes, that’s a good colt…” she says softly, almost purring it as she brushes her hindquarters firmly back against his pelvis to excite him, slathering his sheathe with her juices and slowly coaxing his manhood from within with her teasing.

Although she is the one underneath him, it is clear to both of them who is in control for the moment. She is toying with him and immensely enjoying the experience. And as much as he might be too embarrassed to admit it, he finds the entire situation to be quite exciting as well.

He gives a soft, hitched breath, a dainty gasp at the feeling of his slowly unsheathing flared head brushing against her marehood, and braces himself to begin pushing forward when he hears her speak up in a dark, husky tone dripping with anticipation.

“Mnnn, no...not there my little Princeling. You have already well and tended that particular fertile garden. How about you be a dear and...attend to plowing my backfield…” She says, seeming almost embarrassed but excited to suggest it, angling her rump so that his tip rubs square against her winking blue pucker.

He can feel his ears and his cheeks redden significantly at the suggestion and hesitates. “B-but won’t that erm...hurt a lot if I do it without-”

“Did We stutter, colt?” She said firmly, with a more commanding tone, her eyes hardening and her gaze becoming more intense as she turned and stared back at him challengingly. “We want it to hurt, Rose. Now spear Us on your royal scepter before We push you down and- DEAR BUCKING FAUST!”

Luna slips into the Royal Canterlot Voice for a few moments before bringing one of her hooves to her mouth, biting it to muffle her moans as he does what he is told and pushes that thick, flaring cockhead into her unprepared, raw ponut. Her eyes roll back and a shudder rolls through her body. She gives a loud, greedy moan and pushes back on his now fully unsheathed member greedily in an attempt to coax him into her more quickly. “Mnnnn, yesssssss...That’s a good colt. Just stuff it riiiight in there like We told you,” She says, praising him for his obedience in a more sweet, matronly tone.

He simply whimpers and gives a small, excited nicker at the feeling of how overwhelmingly tight she is around his tip, pushing his powerful hips forward and roughly sliding himself deeper, ever deeper into the silken, sticky hot depths of her clamping rear entrance. The poor thing almost feels as if his shaft is melting away, kneaded to a putty as each inch he stuffed inside of her was massaged and squeezed and milked by the skilled ministrations of the mature mare beneath him.

Locked in her delectable vice-grip, he is barely able to usher forth the wherewithal to speak to her, scantly managing to mutter the phrase “S-so tight…” As he buries himself halfway within her, stopping to catch his breath, to collect his thoughts.

“Mnnn, it is, isn’t it, Rose?” She taunts softly, her horn sparking to life. Her aura quickly surrounds his flanks, gripping them and suddenly, forcefully pushing him to the hilt inside of her. Her concentration wavers but she lets out a triumphant whinny of pleasure, stamping her forehoof against the ground and digging at the soil as her tunnel spasms around the stallion’s shaft powerfully.

Poor Rose is incredibly overwhelmed. He’s being utterly dominated by the mare beneath him, and between that, her authoritative, motherly demeanor, and the thrill of possibly being discovered (especially with how vocal she was about it), he is thoroughly and well stimulated, his cock pulsing and twitching inside of her as he tries his best to not simply cum then and there.

And it is a good thing he manages to accomplish this herculean task, the Princess of the Night is far from finished with him after all.

Her aura now grips firmly against his mane, pulling it and tugging it until his cheek is flush against her own, the stallion forced to bear his full weight on her, his large frame barely enough to properly cover her in her entirety from above. She pants raggedly for a few moments before collecting herself enough to command him with the pale fire of the moon’s eternal light flashing in her eyes. “Rut us, colt. We tire of holding your hoof~”

Rose swallows dryly, slowly nodding as he wraps his forelegs rightly around her barrel. Resting them just above her hindlegs and gripping her firmly. “Y-yes, Ma’am…” he says in a soft, obedient tone as he begrudgingly pulls his shaft back out of her, slowly, almost gruelingly so before ramming it back into her with a resounding plap as his hips slam into her ample flanks.

The sudden thrust draws a soft squeak from the princess below him. His ear twitches slightly at the sound, the weak, startled vocalization stirring some deep-rooted part of his psyche, demanding he acts on it. Something else twitches as well as his equine subconscious takes to the forefront, milling over this revelation. He grunts softly, pulling back and delivering another harsh, experimental thrust into her suckling, clenching cavern.

Another thrust, another squeal from his lover. He snorts softly against the nape of her neck, his grip on her tightening. Her own ears fall flat submissively against her skull as she realizes what she has gotten herself into, her puckered hole twitching in anticipation as she braces her hind legs to receive him properly. “Oh dear Faust, preserve me…<3”

She only has time for this brief plea to the heavens before he is on her. His instincts take over and his teeth find purchase on the back of her neck, clamping down firmly as he gives a nicker and begins to properly drive his hips against her. Like a machine, his body moves on its own with brutal, natural precision. No thoughts cross his mind save for those focusing on the next drive forward into his mare, his head totally empty, his ego dissolved by such intense, unfamiliar stimulation both physical and mental, his consciousness enraptured by a zen of carnal stallionhood. The entirety of his being in this moment is dedicated to pounding into the velvety, hungry orifice of the mare beneath him.

Luna for her part seems shell-shocked, or perhaps cock shocked by his sudden change of demeanor. Not upset though, far from it a large, dopey smile is plastered across her face as her stomach bulges and deforms slightly from the length of him crammed so deeply inside of her. Her body is forced to jolt forward and a soft grunt ushers forth from deep in her belly, sounding from her every time he sinks to the hilt roughly into her spasming, milking fuckhole of an ass.

Soon, her simple grunts dissolve into moans, and as she gets her wits back about her to some degree they turn to pleading, eager cries of rapture. “A-ahh, oh stars, YES! Rut me you naughty little colt! Take my ass like a worthless scullery maid until my thoughts leak out of my ears from the pleasure of it!~”

She triumphantly demands satisfaction from her mate, screaming her pleasure to the heavens and slamming her flanks back onto him with weak, wobbling hind legs as well as she could, tongue lolling from her mouth as he continued to take her, seeming to not understand but being driven to pummel her faster, harder by the tone of her pleas. She can feel her marehood spasm and shudders in orgasm, her slit spouting a sudden burst of fluid that reeks of musk and concord grape onto the ground below as she lets out a satisfied wail of satisfaction.

Her own orgasm does nothing to deter the male atop her, and he dutifully continues to pummel and pound her through her climax, leaving her with her eyes rolled back into their sockets as it becomes her turn to be subjected to intense overstimulation.

His heavy, swollen balls slap firmly against her sopping, winking cunt with every pass into her tight backdoor as she rides the best high of any mares life. She savors the heat and sound of his panting, grunting breath in her ear, and basks in the feeling of complete, utter control and simultaneous enthralling helplessness that a mare feels when she has driven a stallion to abandon his reason, to succumb to his bases instincts and fall into a state of rut in his need for her. She lowers her head to the ground, submitting herself to his carnal desire for however long it takes for the alicorn stallion to sate himself, he has well and earned it.

Sadly, even the most glorious experiences of the flesh must at some point, come to an end. Rose quickly found himself approaching his own peak after several long minutes of this constant feral rutting, his shaft swelling, his flare expanding out, and his virile, churning balls drawing tight to the base of his stallionhood as he bites down harder on her neck. He gives a long, low moan as he releases into her, pushing as deep as his anatomy will allow him into her gut as he fires rope after thick, hot, sticky rope of virile seed into her waiting colon. The gods above would surely weep at this waste of a coupling between higher beings if not for the fact that his seed was already planted firmly in her belly the night before. Her stomach slowly expanded and dagged slightly until a sizable lump was formed from the sheer volume of the thick foal batter plastering her innards, a low, long moan escaping her as her legs trembled and struggled to hold up their combined weight when faced with the stimulation of such an intense, deep filling. They quickly lose this battle, the two of them collapsing to the dirt, Rose hugging her tightly from behind, licking and nuzzling against the bite marks left on her neck as the two of them basked in the afterglow.

~~~~~~~~~~~Fifteen Minutes Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The two of them lay on the ground close to where they had been previously. Rose is sat back on his flanks, leaning against a trellis with his head lolled back contently. His eyes are closed and he seems quite relaxed as Luna lays between his hind legs, bobbing her head up and down his shaft, every last inch of him gliding slowly in and out of her hungry throat as if she were intent on cleaning every last vestige of their combined fluids from his heavy, plentiful shaft.

He sighs softly, not moving from his position, a hoof grasping her by the scalp and guiding her slowly as she has her way. “You were right, luna. I feel considerably more relaxed after that…”

“Really now? Well, that’s good to hear. I was worried we would have to work a little harder to get you into the right mindset,” A bemused sounding familiar, motherly voice announces from outside of his periphery

His eyes snap open quickly, and he turns his head to see Celestia, standing in the open doorway of the Manors back entrance, giving a small, knowing smirk as she watches Luna continue her task, having not even hesitated to continue as if her sister were not even there.

Or perhaps as if she had been there the entire time. Knowing the two of them it is likely the latter.

His eyes widen and he flushes in embarrassment at her seeing him this way, trying his best and failing to salvage some small amount of dignity in this situation. “I erm...Hi mom…” he said softly, waving at her weakly with a small, half-hearted smile as she started to chuckle softly, a hoof pressed to her muzzle barely containing her muffled laughter at his delivery. He gives a small sigh and lets his hoof fall back to his side, leaning his head back again and praying silently that Luna finishes with him soon. He is going to need a good rest if they expect even more from him.