Author's Note

Merry Christmas! And another major content warning for this chapter.

It Wept

The tray of tea sat on the marble coffee table, his cup untouched, hers perched to her lips as she sipped eagerly in order to avoid daunting eye contact. They’d been sitting in silence for the past five minutes. Celestia had nothing to say, and he only seemed interested in gawking at her heavenly glory. After a while she needed to fill in the dead air lest she get lost in counting every spot on his body.

“So do you have family waiting for you back home?” Celestia peeled her lips from the rim of her mug. “A wife and calf perhaps?” Through her many travels she knew how certain males of his caliber behaved. A family here, a family there, and neither any the wiser. How any creature could be so content in creating multiple broken homes was beyond her.

Gilaffy chuckled. “No, princess,” he finally grabbed his cup to catch a taste of the chamomile. “I journeyed here alone at 15.”

“15? That’s fairly young. Did your parents not accompany you?” As she rested with her rump facing away from him, and surrounded by far too many pillows than were necessary, she used her magic to adjust the throw flung over her foam. Hidden beneath it was the parasite still seeking to drink her dry even in its deep sleep. In this instance she allowed it to rest peacefully at her expense since her guest was still none the wiser of this problem that attached itself to her life.

“Unfortunately, my parents had passed a long time ago.” His gaze fell.

Celestia lowered her tone to pay respects, “I’m sorry for your loss.” It’s been millennia since she was a foal. At this stage in her life she couldn’t recall if she ever had a biological mother or if she was simply birthed from the sun itself. At this stage, it mattered none. She had transcended the life cycle of a normal mortal.

“That is alright. If anything it inspired me to be there for the family I’ll one day create.” He drank the tea and kept his eyes on her. On their faux leather loveseat, his front legs crossed as he laid like a panther in the bush. They were fortunate to have such high ceilings, and such large windows to brighten their tropical home, so Gilaffy had plenty of room. He could stretch out his neck and reach her from all the way on the opposite couch. “The sun truly shines on you, princess, no matter the time of day.” With a growing smile, his gaze wandered. “In my village you and your land were described as such a magical place. I’ve been here for a few years now and it’s everything I could’ve ever imagined,” he sipped again. “You are everything I imagined.”

Celestia never could turn down a compliment, but she didn’t like the way he gawked at her—not in reverence, not at all. Rather as a fanboy meeting his favorite pinup model for the first time. Regardless, she was far too polite to address her discomfort.

“I appreciate your kind words, Gilaffy, and Equestria is honored to have you migrate to our great nation.” Celestia placed her own cup down with her magic. They fell into a moment of silence, the breeze from the open window being the sole thing to fill the white noise.

Still, he continued to stare at her.

Now Celestia had her eyes everywhere but on him. What to say, she thought. What to possibly do to distract from this awkward situation? Perhaps it was time for him to go?

Then the parasite stirred under the blanket as its lips slipped from its meal. With such a rude awakening, it's dull little body tried to reattach itself to her teets with no luck. Gilaffy watched the strange movements with a tilted head.

“We have a cat,” Celestia lied. By the expression on his face he appeared to believe her, until the parasite chose then—of all times, to make its first sound. And what a voice it had on it. With one loud wail, it cried for more food as if it hadn’t been eating all day.

Gilaffy blinked.

Celestia nervously cleared her throat, “my apologies—“

“So my assumptions were correct,” he stood up from his seat to get a little closer toward her. “You do have a foal.”

As he sniffed around her blanket, Celestia oddly found herself feeling uneasy, cautious toward him, and following his every step. The closer he got, the more she felt instinctively compelled to nip at him—which is exactly what she did when he poked his snout beneath the throw. Her teeth got him on the ear. Just one sharp bite as a warning. Gilaffy backed up and not out of surprise or fear. Of course it hurt and he understood this nonverbal communication completely.

But the more the foal cried, the more he was drawn back in.

“She’s beautiful,” he circled around the couch for another opening. “But I was not expecting a mule.” This appeared to please him. Perhaps in his mind he was given confirmation that Celestia was curious about males of a differing species—not that a donkey was as far removed from a pony as a giraffe. “Are you still mated?”

Celestia dragged the parasite from under the blanket as she adjusted herself to rest on all four legs. She brought the wailing problem directly below her chin, and not as a way to soothe it, but rather to make distance between it and him. Not that it mattered since he too followed the thing to where she attempted to conceal it.

“I’m not mated, no…and I don’t want to be.” Celestia could stab him in the eye with her horn by how close he hovered above her. It wouldn’t take much to end him even without magic, but Celestia found this little interaction between them intriguing. She was giving clear signs of disinterest, yet he kept pushing, perhaps believing that the more he persisted, the more he pretended to acknowledge her parasite, she would eventually become receptive. That wouldn’t happen, but Celestia would gladly welcome the entertainment. She whipped her tail against the sun on her flank to coax his attention on it.

Gilaffy found more interest in the foal buried under her resting chin.

“I have a good strategy to silence her,” he whispered as he blew hot air in Celestia’s pulled back mane through his nostrils. “May I show a demonstration?”

“Not if said strategy involves killing it.” She was all too aware of what a horny male was capable of if he desired to mate with the mother, and though such infanticide was rare in Equestria, there was no accounting for the customs in his country.

But Gilaffy laughed instead. “Such a cute filly? Of course not! I only wish to make her feel good.”

“How so?” Celestia lifted her head and that was all the in he needed. Using his snout, he unraveled the screaming parasite’s legs to lick its torso with his dark long tongue. It wormed up to its little ears, tickling the inside, and causing Celestia to giggle at the sight of such a strange muscle. “How peculiar,” she lifted a bit higher to give me more room to work his magic.

Not that her parasite was grateful for it seeing as it continued to bawl.

So his tongue traveled downward towards her soft feathery hooves. He blew on each which caused the thing’s little eyes to expand as it shook—startled by this new sensation. It paused its cry for just a moment to soak in this discovery, logged it in its memory bank for future reference, then continued to rattle the glass case on the coffee table with its reddening face.

“She’s quite expressive for being so young,” Gilaffy licked his lips.

Celestia had enough of it and its demands. “Its already spoiled rotten! I have no idea where this sickening behavior came from.”

He looked at her as if they weren’t both speaking the same language. “She’s behaving as expected,” and he raised a curious eyebrow at the former princess. “To me at least. Babies cry, it’s what they do.”

Not wanting to come across as psychopathic, or perhaps realizing just how ridiculous she sounded, Celestia stopped glaring at the parasite to offer him a soft smile. “Yes, of course.”

A reasonable creature might’ve backed off by now, but Gilaffy—sensing Celestia’s distance from her foal, doubled down. He returned to licking it, only his tongue wandered, and soon it found itself nestled between the hindquarters of the filly. He discreetly pressed his lips against her vagina, paused, and waited to gauge Celestia’s reaction. Whatever new assumptions he made about her had seemingly been found correct as Celestia made no move to stop him. In fact, she didn’t move at all.

So he kissed between its legs again, this time allowing his rough tongue to slip between the foal’s folds. This got it to cease crying altogether as it once again attempted to understand the new sensations. So he kept going, getting more bold with each passing second, until he was fully performing oral on the newborn.

And Celestia laid there and watched it happen. She noticed his erect penis glisten between his legs. This act was turning him on more than any of her unsaid advances—which made him an odd individual—a predator even. No pony should feel compelled to wolfishly suck on the privates of a foal as he did at that moment.

Yet Celestia was close enough to feel the sweat drip from his long neck, to feel the muscles moving beneath as he drank the moisture from her parasite, and still she made no effort to stop him. It wasn’t malicious. In those moments Celestia wasn’t thinking about the worst way to punish the parasite, she was simply thinking of nothing at all, caught in a stupor. Maybe so shocked that he’d do something so horrendous that it left her paralyzed. Maybe her brain simply shut itself off so she wouldn’t have to deal with it.

This went on for several more minutes.

In the silence of the room his slurping echoed in her ears. She watched the parasite’s face to gauge how it felt, to understand why it would stop crying. Was his tongue pleasant for it? Did it hurt? Did it feel like nothing at all? Its face wouldn’t tell, but there was a sadness in its eyes that even Celestia knew no foal that young should harbor.

He came on their decorative jute rug, staining the beige material in clumps of white. Gasping, Gilaffy plucked his lips from the foal’s vagina, satisfied with what he had done. It didn’t cry again, not for milk, not for comfort, not for Celestia—its mother.

“There we go.” He licked the excess from around his snout. “I calmed her right down just like I said I would.” Gilaffy felt proud of himself as if he truly did her a favor, and one she would have to repay. “I’m always willing to do it again, princess, if she gives you too much trouble.”

In her automation, she bid him farewell, she gathered the tea tray, she cleaned the parasite in the kitchen sink. In her automation, it was simply, it used no brain function. In her automation, her trance, she did not have to think about what had just happened.

The parasite’s fur had parted around its genitals, the skin underneath visible, and a large hickey consumed the circumference of her vagina.

The image of it broke her from her automation.

Celestia realized the extent of what Gilaffy had done, what she stood back and allowed to transpire. All her reign she had been an advocate for her littlest ponies. How could she have let that happen? Her hooves shook then, they shook so badly, shook like they wanted to free themselves of this wicked vessel they found themselves glued to.

“No, that’s not right,” Celestia rejected such a notion that she was evil for what had happened since she didn’t know he would’ve done that, and she didn’t encourage it, she didn’t put her lips on the parasite—it was all Gilaffy! “You are barely a few days old. You’ll never remember this,” and though she spoke to it, those words were for herself.

It would never remember it. This wouldn’t affect it—not at all.

Using a rag and warm water, she scrubbed the sticky lines of his spit from its fur. It tangled itself in the parasite’s dull fur making it dirty in more ways than one. The rag only brushed the hickey but that was enough to startle the thing before it cried at the top of its lungs.

“Quiet won’t you!” Celestia snapped, but the mule kept going with flailing limbs. “First you don’t speak but now you won’t shut up? Are you trying to torture me!?”

It cried some more.

She huffed, frustrated, upset. So very mad at herself, at it, and at Gilaffy for putting her in this position. With magic, the parasite was made to sit upright like a dog as she wiped its back down to its tail. Peeking below the base of its dock, she noticed the bruising around the anus, and realized he’d licked her there too. Though, the scene looked far worse than the hickey left on its budding marehood. Celestia lifted it out of the water to properly inspect the area. There was no doubt in her mind that Gilaffy inserted his sandpaper tongue inside it, but why didn’t she notice this? She was laying right there, right in front of it all.

Celestia attempted to clean the injured as gently as she could manage. Gentle wasn’t gentle enough as the parasite’s wail transformed into one of deep distress which triggered an intense sense of panic within her.

“You’re in pain?” It was more of an observation than a question. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” In her panic she started to cry as well, just overwhelmed with her own guilt and uncertain of what to do and how to fix it.

This shouldn’t be a hard problem to solve. Celestia served as Princess for over two thousand years, and during that time she had judged multiple cases with similar circumstances. On the throne she was wise, confident, but in her retirement Celestia felt like a whole different pony. While still holding power, the stress of keeping her nation together would be motivation enough for her to make a just decision.

But now?

“Are you hungry?” Celestia bawled along with the foal, and the more it called on its mother to make the pain go away, the more the temperature raised. “Come, eat, eat.” She laid down and lifted her leg to give the foal access, but as she magically brought it toward her breasts, it found more interest in straining its vocal cords than leaching from her.

“You don’t think I know how you feel? You don’t think I’m trying to make it go away?!” The kitchen got so hot the water in the sink began to boil and the kettle on the stovetop screeched. “I know! I’m sorry! Just please calm down,” she was begging the parasite at this point. What did it expect her to do? Just zap the bad feelings away—

She could, in fact, zap the bad feelings away.

Encasing the parasite in a cool soothing bubble, Celestia casted a spell to drain the hurt from its body by silencing its pain receptors. She couldn’t simply heal the damage on and around its genitalia as any magically mended injury must be transferred somewhere else, and seeing as she was the only pony nearby she would inevitably inherit the wounds.

Selfishly, scornfully, that wasn’t a sacrifice Celestia was willing to make.

“There you go. That feels better, doesn’t it?” The bubble gently rocked back and forth as the parasite calmed down in its relief. Resting on its stomach, the sound of her voice, and the exhaustion that came with wailing with all its might, put it straight to sleep. “That’s it. Rest now.”

Celestia’s own tears subsided. Her mind no longer ached for her to tend to this parasite, and so as she relaxed the kitchen cooled down from her solar fire. But no amount of soothing would excuse the mistake she made that day. How stupid, how useless, and hateful could she be to—

“I’m sorry. I'm so so sorry.” While staring into the bubble at a creature so small, so helpless, she wondered how she could’ve ever allowed Gilaffy to harm it.