//------------------------------// // 19. Passion Perfectly Poured // Story: Her Royal Morning Coffee // by Georg //------------------------------// Her Royal Morning Coffee Passion Perfectly Poured   By the time the dawn was nigh, the secret was getting very difficult to keep.  Moreso, since the experiment that Dry Roast had set up so carefully was bearing no fruit.  Between Luna’s nibbling and being nibbled on, kissing and kisses, snuggles and nuzzles and all sorts of physical contact, the process of secret keeping was anything but unpleasant.  Still, if nothing happened this evening, there was no way he could keep from talking until tomorrow when… Well, it was not bad at all. “I’m waiting,” whispered Luna while the two of them leaned up against the coffee store doorframe in the moonlight. “If that’s you waiting—” Dry took a long moment to exchange a kiss “—I’d hate to see you impatient.” “It is entirely my desire—” She drew out the word and spent considerable time in some mutual nuzzling afterward.  “Sorry,” she breathed, “lost my place.” “I’m not sorry.  Whoops.”  Dry gave Luna a quick kiss and headed inside the store.  “Customer.” “Ahh.”  Luna’s voice was smooth as silk and she glided into the store behind Dry Roast.  “The fair Princess Sparkle, for her morning dose of affection.  I thought you fixed her coffee machine yesterday?” “I pulled the grounds tray.”  Dry Roast moved quickly, getting the coffee order ready and primed by the time Twilight Sparkle bounced off the doorframe, wobbled a few times in the open door, and moved forward in small steps. “Metlobopt muglas fome bettr.” “No foam, extra chocolate pump, and a pat of butter,” whispered Dry Roast while working in a blur.  Twilight’s stride was much slower than any time before, moving forward slowly while sniffing the air.  For a change, Dry Roast was done with her order before the sleepwalking alicorn bumped into the counter. There was a quiet jingle of bits on the counter. A long, slow slurp while Twilight leaned forward, closer to Dry Roast but with the foam cup still against her lips. A very long pause while Twilight sniffed the air. Then she turned around, moving slowly until she managed to make it out of the door, then gaining speed as she turned to the right.  Both Dry Roast and Luna scurried to the door and caught the moment she set one hoof on the anchor rope that tied Rainbow Dash’s cloud house to the coffee shop. “What is she doing?” asked Luna, who promptly answered her own question by saying, “She’s… sniffing.  Wait a minute.”  Luna stuck her nose into Dry Roast’s mane and took a deep breath. “Switched conditioners to unscented,” said Dry with a weak smile.  “I had my suspicions about Rainbow once I found Twilight could sniff out Rarity’s wine all the way from her castle, so I even washed the house anchor rope in her conditioner yesterday to give a scent trail.  Besides, I always thought those two wrestled a little much for just friends.” Both of them watched the young alicorn walk up the rope at a sharp angle, one surefooted-step at a time, until Twilight Sparkle vanished inside Rainbow’s house and Dry Roast let out the breath he had been holding. There was quiet for a time, presumably while the alicorn huntress tracked her prey, then a startled squawk from above.  Then… other noises. “And so ends the saga of the Princess of Friendship and the Prince of Coffee Beans,” said Dry with a sigh.  “The contest is at an end, Luna.  I think we both lost.  Well, unless you want to compete for Rainbow Dash.” Luna remained with her head cocked to one side, listening to the sounds coming down from above.  “We are not so crass as to fight when the contest is obviously won, so to the victor goes the spoils.  It doth sound as if young Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash are enjoying their morning dalliance.” Dry gave the cloud-home a skeptical look.  “If it starts to rain, I’m untying her anchor rope.” “How about thunder and lightning?”  Luna scooted Dry into the store with one warm wing and did not stop until they both had a fresh cup of coffee with a shot of vanilla, which she improved with a warm kiss of her own.  “We can tell you are disappointed by the loss of the fair princess, and the passionate competition which you were wrapped within.  There were many secrets of our kind which we had shared with Twilight in order to advance your education.”  Luna took a sip of her coffee.  “I suppose we shall have to just practice them between ourselves.” Dry Roast spit out the sip of coffee he had just taken and coughed briefly.  “What?” “Sex.”  Luna peered at Dry with a quizzical expression, bordering on laughter.  “What, did you think that simply because my eggs shall not be quickened by our passions, that we would turn down long, intimate evenings and days with a handsome, intelligent stallion who hath captured our favor?  Sugar Lump and Straight Shot should be prepared to open the store many times over the next years, since I plan on keeping you within the bedchambers for extended times of nearly unbearable passion.”  She blinked with a long, slow motion of her dark lashes.  “Of course, should young Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash need to borrow your expertise in order to quicken their own eggs in the future, they may borrow you briefly, but we shall need to reestablish our dominance once the fertilization is complete.  Does that meet with your approval?” Dry Roast made a quiet squeaking noise, but nodded. “It is regrettable that our eggs shall remain cold and inert while our bed steams with pleasure, but that is the way of our kind,” said Luna almost mournfully.  “No matter what heights of ecstasy we bring each other to, or how many times, for however many nights in a row, we shall not produce a child.”  The corners of her lips quirked up into an introspective look.  “It does increase the probability of your survival, though.” “That’s… nice,” managed Dry, who was promptly silenced by the application of a scorching kiss of great duration.  “Better than nice,” he added once they broke for air.  “I still can’t help but think we’re missing something.” ~ ~ ☕ ~ ~ Can’t sleep.  Smells good. Want smell again.  Smells of stallion. Search.  Not here.  Smell gone!  Need smell. Been so long. Found smell.  Tastes.  Bitter.  Too little.  Seek. Scent stronger. Closer. There. Sister and scent. Mine!  Mine! It was the warmth that cued Dry Roast to his new customer before Princess Celestia thumped into the coffee shop door, fumbling for a moment before managing to get it open and stumble inside.  She was glowing in the darkness, a force of heat and light which was an alien presence to the cool night air, but the discarded foam coffee cup impaled on her horn and splatters of leftover coffee scattered over her mane gave a more ordinary air to the Goddess of the Sun. “Merglimp!  Deflamet selbmut feldudget.  Two.” Dry had started moving out of reflex when the door had thumped, and only inertia kept him going with a huge foam cup under the coffee machine and the tortured howl of the steamer forcing boiling water through the emergency grounds.  Some instinct had made Dry both roast and grind out of a new bag of ‘Death Head’ beans this morning, and the brew that was filling the foam cup looked just as deadly as the most lethal poison. Although a quick glance at Celestia’s sleeping face, along with the thin line of saliva dripping from one corner of her mouth, showed that the scent of the bilious dark roast was at least appealing to one pony in the vicinity.  He added a squirt of sunflower oil, two squirts of apple syrup, and watched the swirls track down into the inky depths before putting a top on it and floating it over— One moment the huge foam cup was in his magic. The next, Celestia was guzzling it like a college frat brother chugging a barrel of cider. In bare seconds, it was gone, and she tossed the drained cup over one shoulder. Then it was his turn. Kissing Luna was like being surrounded by the cool, twinkling stars and swept up into the night sky to float effortlessly back to the ground, or at least until another kiss swept him back up in an endless cycle of joy.  Kissing her sister was similar, but totally different.  It was like being consumed by fire and swirling up into the summer sky as ashes and hot air so that they could dance among the clouds before catching on fire again. His lips were scorched, his cheeks blistering hot, and his throat bone dry by the time Celestia finished, then came back for another blazing rematch.  Eventually, after some uncounted number of centuries, she floated away, drifting on stumbling hooves through the door of the coffee shop with a “lvblmp” cast over her shoulder.  Then she spread her wings and rose with the dawn to drift up into the air on her way back to Canterlot, still sleeping. “My,” breathed Luna, looking at her departing sister with wide eyes.  “I hath not ever seen such a reaction from Celly before.”  The Princess of the Moon licked one hoof and used it to put out a persistently burning lock of Dry Roast’s mane, then looked deeply into his eyes with a growing smile. “Our contest hath not ended.  It continues, with victory and foals going to the strongest.” “Looking forward to it,” gasped Dry Roast.