Notes

Pain is rising again, but HS chapter 39 is in its final editing phase. I just need to get it past that. I finally cut through some of my block by writing het fic that will never see the light of day-- or at least not for several hundred thousand words of successor fic. And even then, I'd better ONLY publish it as a part of the longer series, or the internet hate will reach through the monitor to strangle me.

Alicorn male OC/Celestia is not, I suspect, something that will be tolerated without a lot of build up. Nonetheless, it's been fun to write, and gotten me past a couple of blocks.

Also, my writing is terrible.

"Keep that stiffness in mind, dear one," (Celestia) said calmly.  "To get back on track, I want to lift your cock."

"... segmentation fault, brain dumped.  Error while listening to mrmmmph."  Hopper was rapidly cut off by his bossmare rising up on tippie-toes (size thirty tippie-toes, but…) and tilting his lips up to kiss him fiercely.  He retaliated, of course, his huge hands grabbing what they could of her auroric mane to hold her while his tongue plundered the High Princess' mouth.  She tasted of bliss and chocolate.

Eventually, she jerked her head back slightly against his grip, and he released her, his vision a bit vague from the pleasure of their tangling tongues.  "Mmm," she purred.  "Back with me, sweetie?"  When he nodded, she continued.  "Anyway, let's be blunt, hon.  Our dates, such as they are, are boring, and that's my fault.  When we go out in public, I have to be on my best behavior; we're being watched all the time.  If we go out somewhere like the Everfree, we can't really get into it; to get the kind of fucking you've promised me, I need reinforced and enchanted anti-catastrophe preparations.  So, while I do want to spend time with you before we're married-- and to reward you for romancing my Twily and my Lulu for me-- when we have private time, I want to pack it in."

Hopper was aware-- had always been aware-- that while the High Princess was fond of him, it was no more so than the Elemental Princesses sans Twilight.  Though his genesis was not Eponan, he was well familiar with herd marriages of his fosterage world, and knew that stronger or weaker bonds within the herd were not uncommon; making sure that healthy sharing and honesty were the key to survival.

Of course, he was also aware that his participation as even a bodyguard was more a utility aspect of his strength than his actual function.  If a duel for Equestrian Honor was called, Luna would certainly be available; he was a Champion of second resort.  The title of Co-Consort-- of husband, loving support; of father to be and primary caregiver for their foals-- these were the titles he had been chosen for.

Not that Hopper minded; being able to fulfill his deepest sexual fantasies in exchange for doing so in the manner his ladies chose was an excellent trade-off and highly in his favor, as far as he was concerned.