Before the gates of death, Celestia stood. It dominated her vision, stretching high many ponies tall above her. The dark, nearly black brown of polished mahogany struck a fear, a panic, vague as it was that somehow entering would be her doom. Behind, muffled voices prattled on, muffled by the thick doors, ready to swarm and feast the moment she entered.

Celestia muttered to no one. "Get a hold of yourself mare. This is Day Court. You've done this countless times, in countless years. Everything willl be fine."

She didn't feel fine. Nor did she feel it would be fine.

Here she was, an ancient being, looked up to by millions of ponies as a leader, a teacher, a mother. For some, a Goddess.

'Nearly two thousand years old,' she thought decrepitly. 'And here you are, acting as a common foal.'

The anxiety was far from new. She'd felt this before, only a very, very long time past. In the first year of her being a Princess, nearly every meeting, Court appointment, and diplomatic parlay seemed to strike in her the indomitable fear of Faust.

It had been a long time since then. Even on the dawn of her sister's banishment, and the eve of her return, Celestia had been calm.

Discord? Scarcely above notice. Sombra? She'd beat him once before, and could have done so again.

Chrysalis?

That one, she liked to ignore. She had not anticipated the strength of a months-long love-charged changeling Queen.

Regardless, the question remained. Why now was she so anxious? What could possibly frighten her so much?

Hotly, fat pink nipples pressed firm against the white of her robes. Between her legs, a beast freed of its sheath throbbed and pulsed, stretching taut the silks. A dress normally so free, so flowing, had become a stifling prison of teasing cloth and yearning flesh.

So, in the end, Celestia knew why. Like any pony, she had carnal urges. Hers, however, rarely offered grief. A thousand years of near total celibacy did that to a mare, snuffed out the flames of desire, stoked along by the distractions her role entailed.

Part of said role precluded a certain degree of modesty, or so she told herself. Equestria for many years had been a land of harmony and connection. Harmony and connection, however, often went beyond the realm of the platonic. Cadance no doubt could attest to that.

Yet, despite knowing the feelings of her people, Celestia fixed to her ways. Desire struck rarely, and when it did so weakly.

Until now.

Chuffing, she tugged at her collar. Beyond her own steaming breath, a fact caused by her abnormally high temperature, the rest of her body baked to the touch.

Being an alicorn tasked with solar maintenance brought with it many benefits. Immortality, for one. Near perfect health, another. Magical might and physical prowess the likes of which few mortals could hope to attain in their lifetime, yet another.

Embodying the Sun from inside out had been... less expected. Early on, her internal temperature had gone up by no less than two degrees. Eventually it peaked at six, before stabilizing at five around the year she hit nine-hundred.

Today, she seemed closer to twelve. Were it not for the dizzying bevvy of self-applied cooling spells, she had a sneaking suspicion she'd come off less 'Princess of the Sun' and more 'Princess of the Gym'. Between her flushed face, dripping sweat, and the hidden muscles bulging just beneath her curves, she had little doubt Shining Armor would be anything but proud.

Fortunately, all of that her magics kept hidden. To anypony without magnificent arcane ability, she'd appear as normal and average as she always did.

Those being relative terms. She had hips, tits, an ass and thighs most mares would kill for. Particularly considering her curves could kill in and of themselves. She wondered if that one cute guardsmare at her chamber doors might be willing to get choked between her thigh-

Celestia knocked a fist to her skull. She had to put an end to this nonsense. If for no other reason than to complete her stately tasks.

Breathing in, soft and slow, she took hold of the doors' gold and ivory handles. The moment she touched them, she swore the commotion ahead hushed down. A trick of her mind, one flung away as grandly as she flung open the proverbial gates.

They saw her, and fell silent.

She spared a nonchalant glance towards the courtroom, the sort of glance so small and subtle the most keen-eyed thestral would fail notice. Duly, she noted the packed state of the halls today, nary one seat vacant.

Gold metallic slippers tinked against the marble, soft as fairybells. In the stifled quiet, they rang like mortars.

The room was massive - long, wide, though made more narrow thanks to the many stands. Constructed of Everfree dark oak, the stands tucked against the longest side walls, rising in terraced tiers. On a full court day like today, it held up to no less than a thousand ponies. Between the mass gathering of bodies and heated debates, it fell upon architectural drafts, vents, and spells to keep the temperature at reasonable levels.

The walk to her podium stretched for hours. Dozens of eyes tracked her every movement, some out of respect, others suspicion.

Many, out of sexual desire. Many from mares she found attractive. Many from stallions she did not, and the occasional feminine few who did.

Her podium stood at the hall's top end. It was a plain, ordinary thing - regular varnished wood imported from Griffonstone, and trimmed with matte silver.

Decades of use had robbed its initial luster. The temptation to apply preservation magic struck every time she laid eyes with it, and every time she refused. It had been a gift by a good friend, one of the last true royals from that fallen kingdom, and she had explicitly instructed never to preserve it by artificial means.

"Let it happen," she would say, in that harsh Griffan accent. "The winds of change follow us wherever we go. Don't try to fight it. Make your peace, be glad for the memories, and embrace whatever changes life has in store."

Celestia knew that old bird would have thrown in a last remark of 'Nothing lasts forever'. The thought made her smile, though she remained stone-faced. In these hours, controlled neutrality reigned.

Climbing the numerous carpet steps, taking her position at the podium, she folded her hands behind her and considered the griffoness' words. Wise beyond her years she'd been, aged before her time. Surviving as the last of a nearly forgotten bloodline would do that.

Or much worse. Gelena was fortunate, in the end, for her fate. She never clung to the past, always moved forward, embraced the new and the old when it rose again.

Perhaps she'd been looking at this problem all wrong. Perhaps there was a reason for her latest affliction, something more meaningful than mere coincidence.

"A-ahem." Celestia's gaze flicked to the right, noticing the scrambling hoofsteps of her secretary. Raven, standing straight and clearing her throat, took a deep bow. She really wished the mare would stop doing that. "Your Grace."

Celestia smiled, briefly drawing a time curtain across them both. Raven squeaked as she felt the temporal distortions prick her fur, but soon relaxed.

Placing a gentle hand on Raven's shoulder, they met eyes. "Good afternoon, Raven. I take it your lunch went well?"

Raven nodded coolly. "Yes ma'am, I-"

Celestia held a finger to her lips. She thought Raven flushed ever so subtly at the contact, but she passed it off as her own imagination. "No need to be formal with me, dear. I set up the curtain, you know that."

Raven sighed politely. "I apologize. Old habits die hard."

Celestia chuckled. "I would know. Is everything prepared for today?"

Raven's horn flared with magic, its aura stunningly similar to Celestia's own, if paler. From her own ether, she retrieved multiple quills, inkwells, parchments, and standard print paper. They hovered mid-air in a shapeless mass, primed and ready to document at a moment's notice.

"As always," she said, wryly smirking. Pride, Celestia thought, suited Raven well. A shame she was the only one who got to see it.

Raven possessed many things she enjoyed observing. Her earnest enthusiasm, her gentle soul, her dedicated work ethic, while maintaining a degree of respect and boundaries for herself. That final trait required Celestia's hand to instill, but at least the poor mare didn't work herself to the bone as she did in her first year of employment.

"Splendid. Let's get to work then, shall we?"

No sooner did the last syllable leave her lips, she tore the curtain aside. With a snap, Raven swivelled to face the room and returned her materials to the ether. The use of time magic was technically illegal, and neither wanted a potential political scandal over their heads.

In the process of her turning, Celestia noticed something else about her secretary - close friend and confidant, truly. Something that suddenly took the top spot of things she enjoyed to see in the mare.

Her thick, fat, juicy bubble butt.

A secretary's ass if she ever saw one, it strained hard against the rigid confines of her black skirt. Despite traveling down to below her knees, it succeeded little in hiding the lovingly crafted swell of her backside. The smooth, elastic material wedged in the crack of her ass, while the rest clung on desperately for dear life. As to how it didn't rip at the seams every time she sat or bent over, Celestia could only guess.

Beyond and altogether, Raven's attire could be best described as cool, crisp, and professional. Her white blouse, a shade or two lighter than her pale coat, pressed neatly and with barely a fold in sight. Buttons kept her bust modest, the ruby red tie a further help, although it failed to fully conceal the extent of her bust. Nowhere near as generously stacked as her lower assets, it still provided plentiful deposits of fat for lurid squishing.

'One pair for squishing,' a thought appeared. 'The other for clapping.'

She tore her eyes away, but it was too late. The image, the idea seared itself in her brain, branding the neurons with blue-hot fire. She saw Raven squatting down, thighs spread wide, as she clapped and worked her buns for the Princess' eyes only.

And why stop there? If the slut was willing to twerk for her, it would be so easy to go further. Swipe off that skirt, spread Raven's doughy cheeks, and sink every final throbbing inch into the sodden depths of her tight, virginal cunt.

Ripping herself to the present, Celestia gripped the podium and projected her Canterlot Voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Court, as always it is my pleasure to preside over this meeting." She took her gavel in hand, pounding it thrice as customary to the sound block, both printed with the design of her cutie mark. "Day Court has risen. Would the honorable Mister Sleek Wind provide the docket for today?"

An older pegasus stallion of slate blue complexion slicked back his graying mane, bowed, and retrieved a document from his desk's compartment. He cleared his throat, as customary, and began to recite. "Her Majesty Princess Celestia, as always it is a pleasure to provide the docket on this fine day. The Court would like to make its wish known for addressing two key points of discussion - consideration to officially integrate the Crystal Empire, and the following year's budget for the nation. The Nobles." He thumbed his nose. "Would also like to make their wishes known for the increased funding of charter schools in Upper Canterlot. That is all we have prepared for today."

She pounded the gavel once more, only twice. "My gratitude, Mister Wind. Court is now open for discussion. Let us begin with the integration of the Crystal Empire. At the current time, Princess Cadance's territorial holding is allied with our nation, though I suggest-"

She split her mind in two. One for internal monologue, the other to continue the session. She'd done enough of these to grow bored giving them her all. Court was ultimately more of a show in any case, a board of elected representatives to send down and pass suggestions to the actual legislators. A decision made by the Royal Court held little water in Equestria's actual internal affairs.

Yet, it was necessary. And a necessary distraction, to prevent her from going mad. Unlike Luna she required structure in her life to keep her sane.

The time passed slowly, albeit smoothly. Often, she found sudden squabbles and fights amusing, but most times not. Given the turbulent state of her own mind, she wished much to avoid any conflict this day.

Naturally, those in attendance did not give any particular care.

It was the nature of the beast. Being Princess - being any head of state - was a perpetual game of whack-a-mole, with one crises after another and little opportunity for breath.

The prize for winning? Non-existent thanks. The price for losing? Everything you hold dear, and millions of innocent lives.

Celestia tugged at her collar, frowning. Might be she should quit asking why she was so pent up, and instead ask herself how could she not be.

Between balancing the various bickerings and checking on Raven's performance, Celestia's mind again wandered. It didn't surprise her in the least when it returned to the persistent image of Raven shaking her beautiful, unveiled booty in all its shapely glory. It began to irritate more than titillate. She had work to do.

That annoyance wouldn't last long. Her own pure lust won out in the end, the needful, almost painful twitch in her concealed flaretip tempting her to shuffle on hooves and squeeze her thighs.

Nothing good would come of it. Relief, perhaps, but temporary and fuelling the fire by giving herself stimulation.

What a field day the headlines would have. She could read them now:

'RULER OF NATION MASTURBATES IN COURT?'

'SLUT PRINCESS ATTRACTED TO HER OWN STAFF'

' CELESTIA AND RAVEN - LOVE AFFAIR OF THE CENTURY'

'PRINCESS ANNOUNCES FIRST FOAL, MORE ON THE WAY?'

Celestia groaned.

Those thoughts should have been mortifying. Terrifying, even. Just imagining the political consequences, the cultural aftershocks to affect Equestrian society and the fabric of daily life for generations if not centuries to come from such a heedless, basic, animal act...

It made her shudder.

And not for the reasons it should.

Gripping the stand, the faint sound of snapping wood brought her to Equus. She looked down, saw splinters where fingers had been, and looked back up.

Raven shot her a worried glance. Nopony else noticed. Good.

"A-ha-hem. Princess Celestia."

Celestia's ears folded, features scrunching out of instinct. She knew that voice, and the pony it belonged to all too well. She'd have considered removing him from the Noble section if it weren't for his nightmare legal team.

"Prince Blueblood," she tried, smiling.

"Yes, mm, I wasn't finished. I believe there is a very important matter we should be attending to more than this treasury budget nonsense."

"Go on." She gestured. "The floor is yours.

Blueblood tipped his chin high, shutting his eyes with a nostril flare. She noticed with some disgust that he'd grown a goatee.

"Mhm yes well." He adjusted his collar, scanning the room. "It has been two weeks by my estimation since that little know-it-all of yours ascended to alicorn status. If she's going to become an official Princess-"

Celestia held up a hand, silencing him. "I and my staff are well aware of the situation. Her coronation is being handled, but not by this Court. Those are for the Common Parties to decide."

Blueblood snorted, rolling his eyes. "The Common Parties? How boorish. Those muckraking pigs are better suited making lies than holding events."

The recent coalition had revealed evidence of Blueblood's insider trading to the press. It wasn't a grudge he seemed eager to abandon any time soon.

"You're one to talk," one attendee shouted.

"Just like a unicorn to bullshit his way to success," another joined.

"Excuse me?" a third, then a fourth.

"The Day Court is not a time for your tribalist bigotry, Misses Curtail-"

Bang bang bang!

Scowling, Celestia slammed the gavel down with the force of Stars. Her presence rippled through the Court in waves, carrying her stern disapproval.

"I will hear no more of this in today's session. Any pony who makes disparaging remarks to another for their own tribe will henceforth be expelled for one week."

"But I-" Blueblood began.

"Silence." She didn't shout the word. She almost never shouted, not like her sister. But her voice carried the power and authority to put an army in its place. "The matter is settled. Twilight Sparkle - whom I should note is as of this moment no longer my student - will be attending her Coronation when the preparations and schedules are complete and not a day sooner. If you wish to join myself and the Parties on the Oversight Board, you may see my Secretary Miss Raven Inkwell to file an application."

She waited, and after no reply pounded her gavel thrice. Haltingly Court resumed, and with periodic frequency she'd check the overhead clocks. By now, she wanted this session done and over.

After, she could relax at her palatial spa, perhaps. Or maybe, a brief jaunt to the Gardens.

Or on her massive velvety bed, motherly thighs flung wide as her frantic fist pumped wetly along her raging alicorn cock.

Celestia stifled a groan. Her illusion spell was fraying; she sensed it. Edges and seams of carefully placed magic parted, or simply broke under the weight of sheer divine lust.

Beneath the mask, her real face sweated. White fur turned from pink to rosy red, which spread across her snout and cheeks. Drops of sizzling hot perspiration dripped off her forehead, ears, cheeks, chin, and it wasn't the only part of her either. The rest of her goddessly body cried out to be revealed, shown and displayed with no cloth in sight for every Equestrian eye to bear witness.

She had to get a hold of herself. If the spell failed, and she couldn't successfuly re-up before they caught wind, whole throngs of ponies would fear for her life, terrified their Princess might be sick. And if her populace was frightened, it laid a hotbed opportunity for all sorts of bad actors.

Or worse. Like getting her half-unsheathed, half-eerect marecock photographed pressing against her dress.

Would anypony actually care, though? Half the country knew about Luna. Other than the prudes, no one cared half a wingflap about her 'elicit activities'.

Yes yes, that was it. If Luna could do it, so could she.

But, wait. No. She couldn't. She was different. Luna returned nearly the way she was now; ponies found out her secrets early.

Herself, though?

She had enough secrets in her closet to fill the Library.

Still... She couldn't help but wonder - what if they really didn't care? What if they actually welcomed it? She could usher in a whole new era for ponykind, shatter the chains of sexual repression, and release every mare, stallion, and whatever lay between or beyond into a freer, sexier world.

Celestia ground her pelvis against the podium, mumbling. "Fuck yes..."

Raven turned an ear. "Princess?"

Celestia waved her off with a hand and whisper. Raven turned again to recording the Court, but Celestia's focus did not leave Raven.

How nice it would be, she imagined, to live in such a world, free of repression and judgement. She could fuck glue-thick gallons into her staff's holes. She could sign diplomatic treaties with her cock down a throat. She could punish villains by squatting on their face, and dipping their nose in her sweaty, hanging, burning hot ballsack.

A delirious grin formed on her face. The intelligence and focus she'd become reknowned for fled from her eyes, chased out by unrelenting arousal. So many lurid thoughts sparked in her brain each felt like a miniature explosion, starting chain reactions through the skull until her body couldn't help but react.

Unconsciously, she began to hump the podium.

Her fingers gripped its edge hard. She pictured, rather than the sides of wooden furniture, she was burying her nails in Raven's ass.

Raven, her hot little slut of a secretary, moaned in joy. At some undetermined point she'd lost her glasses, and her bun had gone loose and mangled. The messy hackjob of the tie meant to keep it in place suggested the interfering presence of a hand, roughly pulling and yanking against her mane.

"Raven," Celestia growled. Her stance widened, hooves digging into the marble floor until she became as immoveable as Canterlot Mountain. "Raven," she repeated, then again. "Raven." Each call of her name punctuated by multiple rapid, hammering thrusts.

Raven couldn't reply. Cheek pressed to the podium, inky mascara trailed down her cheeks, staining the papers below she diligently clutched in her hand. Through several shots of shemale spunk and her own foaming spit, she garbled out what may or may not have been Celestia's name.

Celestia leaned over her, in full view of the Court. 'Fuck it,' she thought. "They can watch. They can touch themselves to us for all I care.'

Mammoth mommy milkers draped against Raven's back, gobbling up her head in a vast gulf of alabaster titflesh. The impactful sound of meat on meat resounded through the room, squelches and plaps bouncing off every corner, column, and Courtroom chair.

"I'm gonna make you pregnant," she lowed. The speed and force of her thrusts just seemed to keep going up, rocking the pedestal in place. "Don't you want that, my little pony? It would be an honor for you - consider the foals I'm about to dump in your womb as my token of gratitude for your service."

"Blnnngghhh... buh... b-babyyyyy."

Celestia yanked on her tail, eliciting a mush-mouthed screech from the catatonic mare. "Good girl, Raven. I knew you would agree. I've always-"

PLAP.

"Knew that you-"

PLAP.

"Would make an excellent-"

PLAP.

"Mother~"

And with that, she bellowed her victory. Her instinctual, impossible to deny urge to seed and flower the world with her loins. She'd dump pints of cum into every fertile snatch she saw, and make the infertile ones fertile once more. A miracle - a blessing - to be compounded when they got to sire her children. Watching their bellies grow round and pregnant. Grope and suck and bite on those fattenning, milk-stuffed MILFtits. She bet Twilight would look really cute if-

"Celestia?"

Celestia's right ear twitched. She gazed back down at Raven's seat-eating booty, and returned to pounding out the newest Equestrian generation. When she was done with Raven, next would be-

"Celestiaaaaa?"

Celestia grimaced as she slowed her fucking. The moist squelks gradually stopped as she let her cock stay, resting and warming inside the vice-like confines of Raven's virgin cunt. Who in the Tartarus was interrupting her in the middle of a good hard breeding sessio-

"Celestia!"

Politely, standing with her clipboard in front of her lap and legs tucked neatly together, Raven shout-whispered in her ear. At once, Celestia snapped out of the delusion.

"Is that..." She swallowed with a tremble, gesticulating to the shimmering dome around them.

"Time bubble? Yes. Are you okay, Princess?" She didn't miss a beat, standing higher to place the back of her hand on Celestia's forehead. "You seem fevered, but I don't see any flush or sweating."

Celestia smiled down upon her warmly. She hoped Raven wouldn't notice how hard she was staring at her straining nipples.

"Don't worry yourself, Raven. This is something I deal with all the time. I am an alicorn of the Sun, after all."

Raven nodded, reluctantly drawing back. "If you say so," she said. Celestia thought she didn't seem particularly convinced. "Also, your, uhm."

As though a switch had been flipped, Raven drew the clipboard up to hide her suddenly blushing face. "You let your, uh..."

Celestia raised a brow. "Yes? I let my... what?"

She had a bad feeling about this.

Raven audibly gulped, meekly pointing below the podium.

Celestia felt it before she saw it.

Throb. Throb. Throb. Throb.

She had a bulge in her dress. A clear, visible outline of a mare's flare stretching the silks taut, and staining them slimy with pre-cum.

"Shit," Celestia cursed. That made Raven blush harder.

"I've never heard you curse before," she whispered.

"And hopefully," Celestia returned. "You won't have to hear it again."

She lit her horn, and rezipped the broken modesty spell from the bottom up. The original was too mangled to repair.

"I apologize sincerely for this, Miss Inkwell." Raven opened her jaw. Celestia held up a hand. "Please, you need not say a word. We, ah."

Celestia swallowed. "We shall see you are properly compensated for this mishap. You may address the matter any time after this Court, but not during. Are We understood?"

Behind the clipboard, Raven nodded.

Celestia inhaled, shoulders sighing as the weight lifted from them. Her curt, archaic dialect returned to modernity.

"Thank you for your service, as always." She reflattened her dress, and shuffled the final page of today's docket to the top. "We may resume."

She didn't know what to do. Or how to do it. Or why any of this was happening.

With an exhale, she reached out to caress the flowers. Their soft, pink petals spread for her fingers, and she jerked away when she noticed moisture.

"Nectar, Celestia... It's just... nectar."

The nature and birdsong had helped clear her mind, put it at ease.

But only somehwat.

Because of course, the images continued. The sounds, the smells, the sensations. She was kidding herself to call them mere 'images'. She'd been around the block enough times in her life to experience fully-fledged illusion magic, and this was that.

Except these came from her own head. That was her best running theory. She'd dug around, tracked every last fibral wire and centuries-decayed spell she'd ever cast herself, or been cast upon.

Her hands went empty. For all her power, wisdom, and memories, she could still forget, and navigating a millennium-old's skull for specific files was more of a madmare's gambit than... than...

Celestia hunched, snapping her fingers. Oh what was that new saying again... Pin... bale...

Right. Needle in a haystack. Finding a needle in a haystack was less insane a concept than trying to locate any one memory from Celestia's past. What was she talking about again?

Pulse

Right, yes. That.

The... 'experiences' continued to plague her, even after leaving the Courtroom, out of Raven's view. She couldn't see her secretary, but she still imagined her.

Caressing, holding. Fondling, groping. Kissing, biting. FUCKING, BRREDING-

She'd punch her own head if she could. Assuming it would provide anything more than a headache.

Pinching one flower's stem, she plucked it from the rest. She focused, spinning it around and watching the tulip's petals twirl, while trying not to wonder the unique depths of Raven's cunt.

How puffy would her labia be? How prominent her clit? How wet, hod, and tight the tunnel passage? How reactive its milking constrictions?

When she pounded the gavel to sunset Day Court, she mused how percussive the sound of her balls on Raven's ass might be. Then again, with all the sucking and fucking they'd both be doing, she imagined it would get too drowned out.

Below her nuts, Celestia's pussy tingled. She really did want everything - her dick in some hole, and other dicks in her holes. She couldn't recall the last time she'd been this horny since adolescence.

Twirling the tulip, she paused mid-air. Adolescence. Adolescence. Celestia, come on, you've almost got something here!

A lash of green flame erupted into existence, slicing through space like a line. Then, neatly, a hastily prepared scroll fell into her palm.

Celestia's eyes narrowed skeptically. Hasty? That wasn't like the Twilight she knew.

Minus that one occasion. She'd always known her faithful student was a touch on the neurotic side, but never like that.

Curious, anxious, and desperate for distraction, she cracked the wax seal. It broke, and fell in chunks on the cobble. In a moment, Celestia's curiosity grew from intrigued to panicked.

She unfurled the parchment with haste, while taking care to unfurl its edges. In fast, sloppy handwriting Celestia read:

Princess

i dont know whats happening and i dont know if any of this is going to make any sense but please listen. Ever since i ascended i've been getting these... urges and i havent known what to do with them. ive tried relieving myself at night but it got so bad i couldnt even sleep because i was so fucking horny and shit did just write that?

Fuck it. listen, i went to rarity and fluttershy to take a spa day, so i could relax, because i cant sleep remember?

but then then i dont know wht happened. i dont remember anything before or during one moment i was there, totally fine, totally awake and the next?

i was waking up at night with all of the girls around me

naked

Below, Celestia saw several dollops of ink, all dripped erratically in the place of a period. From there, the writing became neat, uniform, and polished to an academic sheen.

I think they might be pregnant.

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