> Diarch Double Feature
>  by Vis-a-Viscera
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> Heroes Aren't Born, They're Laid
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“Well, don’t worry then! We can schedule our meet-up for next week, just get well-”

I only barely managed to get the door closed, my heart pounding. Goodness, you’d think that it was a burglar that I’d snapped it shut on, instead of one of my friends. That this is still a rare occurrence in my life doesn’t slow my heartbeats down any. 

Of course, a lot of things happened over this last month I never expected. 

Like the cellphone pounding its vibrating ringtone in my pocket, a setting I’d never picked until yesterday - and that sent electric thrills storming up my spine.

Like the flat my bus took on the way back from work that same day before, one that had made me take the last quarter-mile trip home in the pounding rain. 

Like… Well, the pounding I found myself giving to the newest special someone in my life. My worries and doubts all gliding away on slick alabaster skin and those wanton, desperate cries for more.
 
Yeah, mark it on a calendar, folks; on a day that threatened to melt into every other in my brick-lined apartment, I… 

Well, I met somebody.

Or rather, a special somepony. 

Wow that sounded corny as all-get-out. Rephrasing.

Basically, this pony on the television - and don’t ask me how it took the fifteenth watching of it for this to be the charm - noticed me. Like, not in this easter-egg-like way, or this ‘senpai’ way - I mean dead-ass turned to me after I’d come in with some cereal and talked to me.

… and now I sound crazy, don’t I?

Well, if I am, the proof’s all around me, as I turned back into my humble home. 

There’s the pair of pronounced hoofmarks in the rug right before my TV, the first testament to Celestia’s emancipation from its glassy confines - with my help.

Her note still lies in my pocket - the only thing I woke up to late last night. It told of her love for me. For my hospitality. For my cock. And of how she had to return to her subjects - but would soon make her return. Even said she’d contact me through that device I’d had on my nightstand, and which was now humming anticipatingly in my hand. 

Celestia’s lipstick - sealing that very flap of paper - still tingled in my nostrils as I walked to the bedroom. 

And toward the final, starkest proof of pony prowess. The bed of mine, once laid with utmost care, was almost messy with sweat - and slick cum that was too thick and glistening to come from any human. Even now, that scent was what most of all plugged my pipes. 

Man alive, I never thought I’d escape the doldrums of my life. I actually once thought that I was just cursed with bad luck: in job choice, in location, and in relationships. 

Then reality sank in. 

Or rather, the unreal.

And I’ve just concealed it all from my friends, who’d cut their out-of-town trip short to help keep me cheered-up. I still feel rotten about it. Not just that motion, but because of all… this. Is it from shame? Fear that they’ll have cardiacs when I talk of that wonderful alicorn warming my bed?

In a moment, my mind staunchly delivers the verdict.

No. Absolutely not. 

It’s my sense of wonder. I don’t want to endanger them with what else might come out of that TV. I may be taken in by the Princess - in more ways than one - but I still remember enough of Friendship is Magic to know - not everything in the show is as delightful as she. 

There were some dark alleys in that place. 

And I feared Celestia and I might not be able to keep them safe. 

That’s a legit fear, right? 

Right?

BZZZZZ! BZZZZZ! BZZZZZ!

Speaking of the Princess… “Yes, Celes?” I say into the phone. My voice is kinda hoarse, but still giddy. It’s cool for me - to actually have something to get giddy about these days, I mean. 

“Oh how wonderful! I thought the pick-me-up we had earlier had soured you on the visit here…?” And suddenly my cheeks feel like they’re a hundred degrees. So does the phone. “Perhaps you could tell me how it went? I mean, I know it had to end so messily.” 

Of course it’s all I can think about now, besides the peppermint-sweet tilt in Celestia’s voice. Of course the images start flashing before my eyes like an in-flight movie screen. Of course…





… I’d be such a klutz after the time I had with the Princess! 

After stacking up the last of the IDW comics shelf - and trying to ignore the thrill up my spine at My Little Pony #20’s image - I finally managed to clock in for once.  Weird how a day off just screws up your reflexes on this front. 
Of course, I had bigger issues than magically-altered skin and the increased workloads they gained me. Mainly because Amazin’ Heroes was not the place for me to be getting in the mood. Of course, dining rooms also weren’t the place to have first encounter with alien alicorn princesses

The store card felt like a Slinky in my hand as I stabbed at the numbers with shaking fingers, and it felt like an eternity before I was in the bathroom. Thankfully, it was a floor lower, so no one would hear the gunshot-loud BANGS of the stall door as I clambered into one of them.

And then, silence. 

My heart shoots back into my chest, and the stress of a four-hour shift works its way from my lungs. Normally, this probably would have been the time I’d be outside, finding the biggest, bacon-loaded slice of Papa Fazoli's slice to dig into. But for now, I found I didn’t need to eat. 

Now, I was hungry for something else.

And every picture I saw of the alicorn of my dreams on the storefront above was to blame.

Didn’t used to be that I’d be fighting off mid-morning wood at the sight of a Celestia cover. 

Of course, it didn't used to be that I’d have been cock deep in the genuine article’s sopping snatch, either. 

But I couldn’t help it. I was barely hours removed from Celestia and I wanted to be back in. And for once, that phrase wasn’t just visually intended, but carnally. 

BZZZZZ! BZZZZZ! BZZZZZ!

The phone strapped to my hip springs to life. Just to kick those nasty thoughts, I take it up, and for a while things seem mundane again. I still have friends to chat with. Time to kill. Normality to reassume. 

I hit a button, and put it to my ear without even checking the address. I have a good idea who it is.

“Hi there, Ian-”

“Oh, silly! It’s Princess!” 

Okay, apparently not that good an idea.

I stiffen in my seat as my eyes return to the phone’s screen. And right upon it was the grinning visage of Princess Celestia. She seemed to radiate power even here, with the keypad and tabs beyond replaced with swirling rainbowed vortexes.

“Celestia?!” I stammer out “H-how are you? Where were you? W-when I  woke up, I was-” 

“Alone in bed? I do apologize for my fast departure,” she cooed. Goodness, I already forgive her. “But duty called, and I just couldn’t wait, my friend. After all, our little show goes on… even if your television program hasn’t.”

“Stick a knife in, why don’cha?” I teased. 

Celestia’s gasp of horror nearly sends me tumbling into the toilet paper dispenser. ‘Right’, I remembered as I profusely apologized for the next several minutes. ‘Princess of Equestria. More peaceful. More literal-minded.’

But with that faux pas, I was certain; Celestia’s world was real. Like, this wasn’t just a fever dream of mine, it was reach-out-and-touch-it-and-it’ll-soon-touch-back real. And the knot in my stomach lessened entirely with this news. 

“Goodness, my poor friend! How lonely it must have been!” she said. “I simply must make this up to you - as only a ruler of Equestria can. How about…”

I braced myself for the answer. 

“Tomorrow, we shall feast together! Inside of my very own throne room! You, me… and my equally regal sister.” 

My jaw nearly cleaves through the tile. “R-really?”

“Oh, of course. My sister knew of my wondrous luck outside this world almost from the second I returned; she’s just dying to see more of you!” Her eyes tilt downward, and the blue in them suddenly reflects more than just simple gratitude. Something… more familiar. “In fact, so am I.”

“Well, I don’t think this screen can get you in here, but-”

I don’t even think to mention that I’m at work, those eyes of Celestia have me too hooked. And then her tongue sweeps out to wet her lips in the lewdest fashion, and I’m barely thinking of anything else. 

“Princess…” I try to plead. “I only have an hour before-”

“Oh joy, foreplay!” she chirps. “Now I know that we’re alone, too! Don’t worry, I see that you’re stressed; so I’ll help with the next part. I’ve made quite the strides in breaking this barrier, my friend.”

She takes several steps back, giggling a little at the shaking of the screen from my twitching hands. But I’m too entranced to put it down, or say no. As it turned out, moving the phone for her wasn’t a necessity now.

“Now stand back…” she said, her eyelashes fluttering in anticipation. “And let me dig into my favorite piece of meat.” 

My phone is soon surrounded by light as a sparkling golden sheen lifts it from my hands. Slowly resting in front of - okay, how did it get like this - unbelievingly tight pants, Celestia’s mouth puckered into a perfect ‘O’. 

That ‘O’ soon became ringed by shadow as she pressed it to the screen.

And once again, reality itself bent its gates to her will, as her horn sparked up further. Slowly, the screen wiggled and pushed, like it did before in my living room. Shiny and alabaster, her lips made the plastic wrap layered around it billowed out like molten glass. 

Before I could even comprehend it, her head was fully out of my screen, almost comically larger than the phone she was jutting from. As her horn discovered the rest of the barrier between us, I marveled at how Celestia looked. Her eyes were like firefly-filled mason jars, glittering with greedy glee as she stared at my burgeoning manmeat. And every part of her shined like a lamp - even the teeth shown off in her soft smile as she clamped them around my zipper. 

It was almost torturous, seeing her take her time as she pulled down that silver ‘v’ of metal - and released the beast lurking beneath. 

Yeah, no commando at work, folks. Overslept my alarm and had to dress fast; wonder why!

But oh, how Celestia’s tongue-lolling shock at seeing my now six-inch cock spring out for her made up for that tardiness I incurred. I don’t know if it was from counting the bulging veins twitch against her nose, the scent of it that made her nostrils flare, or how it was only at half-mast and yet just as long as her javelin-like horn.

Regardless, it was so welcome; even considering I was playing with fire here.

“How… intimate,” Celestia panted at long last, and feeling her breath wash over my balls made my hips twitch.Now her lips were almost right at the root. “Are you always this happy to see me? Or should I check for bananas in your pockets?” 

Goodness, my member was clogging her sinuses and she could still make a good joke! I didn’t know if it was arrogance or benevolence spurring those words on.

But I knew I was lucky to have her regardless. 

And the second her tongue came out, I almost howled my appreciation out loud. She licked a stripe up my quickly-hardening marebreaker, and I was not prepared for how erotic it looked.

Or felt. 

Right from the confines of a floating phone, the sight of Celestia’s tongue on my twitching ramrod was both mystifying and mouthwatering. Drool started pooling under my body in strings through Celestia’s messy work, especially when she let my rigid cock bat against her cheeks. And her sharp gasps every time she got close to my sack? Goodness, I wanted to grab her head and spear her on my cock then and there.  

But this was a Princess. And for once, she was moving heaven, earth, and Equestria for me. So my fists only knuckled into the toilet’s seat as I struggled to not moan. 

My hips were far more active though, pumping pre from its tip like a leaking faucet as I merrily humped Celestia’s face. She seemed to like that, tilting her head to and fro to let the slides brush up against more of her. In particular, grinding brought it right along her glowing horn, and I groaned desperately at the electrifying feel.

Of course, Celestia wouldn’t stay a licker for long. Sliding up from her magical perch, she was soon kissing the tip of my cock, its bulb wet and waiting. Her nostrils flared to take in the scent of my seed, and the rictus grin that spread on her face told volumes. 

“I… hope this next part doesn’t shock you…” she purred. “My sister suggested that I be more assertive the next time we met, to make sure I wasn’t overshadowed… by your prowess.”

“Y-you’re fine, I get out between gritted teeth. “Seriously, I’m really liking this royal tr- holy shit!” 

Then she - my Princess Celestia - opened her mouth wide and slid down my dick in one swift, gurgling stroke. My thighs closed like a vice around the alicorn’s head immediately, and a Fourth-of-July-worthy firework show set off before my eyes. 

At this point, all restraint was lost. Mentally, I was just as much of a lust-drunken animal as the seductive alicorn snogging my shaft.

One of my hands slapped over my mouth, to keep my moans from alerting half the town. The other went to Celestia’s horn, rubbing it with the same intensity I was face-fucking her silly. This time, the sparks I saw before me weren’t tricks of the eyes. The salacious sight before me only spurred me further, and soon the bathroom was filled with the thwick-thwick-thwick sounds of Celestia’s throat being pounded. 

Thank goodness this store was basically a two-man gig, is all I’m saying.

But if Celestia showed any discomfort from her deepthroating, her predatory gaze between my hip thrusts didn’t show it. In fact she met my meat-thrusting intensity with some of her own, her tongue swirling around my cock with relentless speed. The tingling sensation made my hips slow down, but Celestia was happy to take over the role, deepthroating herself onto my shaft with silk-smooth thrusts.

I couldn’t even warn the Princess that I was close; at this point, my hand was barely keeping back a flurry of guttural, incoherent wails. Celestia was almost snout-to-crotch with me with every forward thrust,  and repeatedly getting painted with her own saliva on each backward thrust. 

On her last thrust forward, she purred -or growled, I couldn’t tell- around my dick, the vibration tingled all the way up my spine. 

My voice nearly cracked at the feeling of completion, hot and vivid, blazing through me with the intensity of her sun.

“Celes-!” 

And that was all I got out before I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. My hips spasmed, and I came like a fucking hydrant down Celestia’s vicelike throat, nuzzling her snout all the way. Celestia was right - despite the surroundings , this was intimate. She felt like a glove around me, and after seeing the love in her eyes, I wanted nothing more than to return the favor.

Several seconds later, after the last of Celestia’s cock-teased treat seeped from around her lips, she finally pulled back. My cockhead - shiny and sensitive, left her mouth with an alluring pop, and I nearly leaped into the ceiling when my ass touched the now-freezing seat.

Celestia then giggled a little. Yes, right from the phone that her cum-stained face was retreating into. It was so absurd, and yet still heartwarming.

“We… simply must make this visit as soon as possible.” she said. “In a couple of days, yes? I’ll even handle the invitation myself.”

“S-sure,” I said. Once again, though, doubt plagued my mind. How would it work, me possibly traversing into a world only seen on a TV screen? Would I be able to? Would the Princess think less of me if I couldn’t?

And then, from within the confines of the still floating phone, Celestia smiled. Not that warm, inviting smile but one that was fully of radiance. Realization of the wonderful times we had. And a resilience to fight all barriers needed to make it happen again. 

In the face of that? All of that? I only had one answer. 

“I’ll be waiting.“

“A small world indeed!” Celestia tittered, whirling on her heels and lighting her horn. “So will Luna!”

“W-wait!” Goodness, I’d almost forgotten about that part of the tsk! I wouldn’t just be handling the apparently insatiable Celestia; Luna might want some action too! But again I found myself going “Um, sure!” 

Celestia nodded and winked in response. Then the phone's aura faded and the screen went black. I barely managed to catch it before it clattered on the floor. 

Weirdly enough though, as I got up, got up my pants and reached for the stall door, I didn’t feel fleeced. Celestia always had the thoughts of those she loved at heart - and nothing here had proven otherwise.

Shaft-slobbering in a stall a floor away from my boss notwithstanding.

Besides, it was many things to me, but most of all...





“It was definitely daring.”

Celestia grinned in response. “Then you'll be happy to know I’ve made the final arrangements. Twilight will be questioning them far later, but I hope your little trip will be over by then.” 

I nod, my mouth suddenly dry.  

“Now…” Celestia said, her voice getting more suave as she leaned in. “Close your eyes and wait for my signal.” 

Naturally, I played along. The second I hear that telltale sorcerous SNAP. I open my eyes to msem my alabaster mate has disappeared off the phone again. This time however, the phone was set to the universal remote app for some reason.

Weird, I thought I’d taken it off that.

The phone then powers off for a minute, and I scramble for a can of Dr. Pepper from my fridge. Normally it’d be a quick trip, but the second I saw that old-Celestia-colored frying pan of mine swaying at eye level, I made myself a vow. Weird place, I know, but I had to be certain I was ready for this moment. I wasn’t - was not - going to turn into some stereotypical finger-tapping mess.

Three minutes later, the Dr. Pepper is empty, and all that sugar-fueled enthusiasm has turned me into a finger tapping mess.

“C’monnn... where the heck is she?” I muttered under my breath, tapping my foot anxiously as the clock on the wall tick-tocked its maddening melody. Restlessly, I got up from my couch and went to get a drink of water from the kitchen while I waited.

When I came back into the room, though, I nearly dropped the glass I was holding - for there, plastered proudly upon the TV screen, was Celestia. Or rather...a large part of her.

Broad, pillowy flanks squished against the inside of the screen, and I found myself so distracted by her bawdy presentation that I almost missed the cursive script at the bottom of the screen and the blushing, half-lidded, lip-biting gaze she was giving me from over her shoulder.


‘A Grand Sunrise for my Special Human


P.S. - Come in closer ;3'


Stumbling towards the screen transfixed, I’m too distracted to notice the faint ripple that goes across the surface of the screen; once I’m close to the screen like she asked, the rippling intensifies enough for me to finally notice it - just before her flowing, multicolored tail shoots out of the screen, wraps around my waist, and makes me stumble forward and faceplant right into where her quivering entrance would’ve been.

I feel her tail pulling me in even more insistently, until my face is squished almost painfully against the surface of my TV, but I don’t go through. This resistance seems to give her a moment’s hesitation, and for a brief second I become aware enough of my surroundings to laugh against the screen I’ve faceplanted into.

“I guess this is why she’s got the nickname Trollestia…” I mutter to myself. Of course, my voice was muffled by the fact I’m being held against the screen of my TV by the ass-end of a magical, talking pegacorn. If I ever tried to explain this situation to anyone I’d end up in the loony bin…

“I am so gonna have to pay her back for thi-yaaah!” My mischievous muttering is cut off by a sudden yank from the tail around my waist, and everything fades to a blinding swirl of multicolored light as a loud SHLORP echoes through the room, and I’m sucked into my TV faster than I can even react.

A blinding array of light is all I’m able to see for a few seconds. It’s both calming and terrifying at the same time, my body feeling like spaghetti pushed through a strainer as I feel reality itself bend around me.

Then the sight fades to black for second before blossoming into phantasmagoric glows, and - 

I find gravity reassuring its hold on me. Then a loud SMAK.

On the other side of...whatever crazy portal my TV is connected to, I’m not even able to take in my surroundings before careening face-first right into the thick, sun-adorned flanks of my pony paramour; that pair of deviously distracting globes that’d beckoned me over here in the first place.

A deep, mature moan echoes throughout the room, and I can feel her marehood wink against my face - not that I can see it, what with those vast alabaster cheeks of hers encasing my head, but I can’t really complain about the situation…

Then I feel her tail unwind from me, and back to sucking air I went, pulling myself from my giggling friend with benefits in seconds. 

“Well, now…” Celestia asked as I staggered to my feet. “Did you like your gift?”

“I mean… I do.” Like I’m saying no to the sight I had before.

Can’t exactly say this current sight isn’t for sore eyes, either. The hall was decorated a lot like most of Canterlot Castle, with sweeping overhangs and crystal everywhere. Heck, I thought my head would be banging on the Chandeliers above me, but no issues there! 

Apparently, it really worked. I’m in Equestria.

…. Holy shit, I’m in Equestria.

“Woah, Princess…. I didn't even think that…”

“I always did, friend.” And again I’m humbled by Celestia’s reassuring one. “You’re worth every bit of magical might I exerted. On the portal, on the spell, on…. Well, me.” And she giggled again. “I hope you didn’t mind your landing. I was scared you’d overshoot any cushion I placed on the floor. We can’t lose that wonderful face of yours, now can we?”

Speaking of faces, mine was so red you could flash-fry a steak on it. “Generous as always, Princess,” I said. 

“Allow me to be moreso, then.” And Celestia turned her head to the door leading out. Still shut and sparking in all its stained-glass glory. “Luna?”  

Those doors part, another scarring of rainbow light turns golden in its wake, and from between steps… oh fuck, Luna does look better in sunlight after all. The orange of the sun’s rays and indigo of her skin collided into a painter’s dream. Even the soft whorls of her flowing mane and tail scattered the shadows just right to further accentuate her hourglassed figure.

“It is so nice to see you, friend.” And of course, that powerful reverent voice of Luna’s. It could drive a man to orgasm all on its own. “And such a strapping young man as well. Even Sunset would be impressed.”

And there comes that anxiety again. “ Uh, how many others are in this castle right now?”

“Only us and our guards. As it always is during the Day of the Diarch.”

Must have missed that in the MLP wikis, apparently. “Day of the Diarch?” 

“So many days pass with us attending to other ponies that we often forget that we need time to contemplate our own place in this world. And recuperate as well.” Celestia’s head tilted. “I suppose it may have eluded notice in your world - the day is quite personal to us and I’ve never  had an excuse to divulge it to my students. In addition, Luna’s isolation - before the naming of that day - led to it being marked by a more tragic event.”

One look of Celestia to Luna and the pieces came together for me. “Oh, I see. Guess the nightmares of an alicorn last a lot longer.” 

Luna’s brow knit in momentary concern -then she finally broke into a smile. “Worry not! That we have this time to ourselves is wonderful for making new bonds never thought possible!” Placing one of her dainty hooves into my hand, she batted her eyelashes at me. “Shall we? We have much eating out to do after this.“

“You’ve got it,” I said. 

Of course, I was doing backflips in my head. A tour and a feast! This day might be better than I could imagine!





“And this, of course, is our royal quarters!” 

My jaw had already bored a path to Tartarus about ten rooms ago, I was certain. But this? I could  swear that this room was the size of my entire apartment. 

And I was in it.

I was in the actual Equestria, in the sweeping  marble-and-onyx lined bedchambers of its two rulers! 

I could die happy now. 

But I kept myself retrained, my clamped hand over my face now the only hint to my jubilation. 

Of course, if you think Princesses Celestia and Luna spare any expenses for their room, seeing it puts lie to that myth. Seriously, the pearl and indigo highlights and covers just screamed opulence. And everything was so squashy and inviting, from the pillows to the covers on the dressers. Even the plush rug under my bare feet felt like a cloud, its luxurious weave making my eyelids feel heavy. 

Then Luna fluttered her eyelashes next to me as she patted the bed, and I couldn’t hop onto it fast enough. “We do hope you have found your tour satisfactory,” she hummed, the timber of her Royal Canterlot Voice thrilling my nerves. 

Even with Canterlot calling out tempestuously from the arched window beside me, I only had one answer. “C-couldn’t ask for anything more, Princess.” 

Celestia giggled. “Oh, you most certainly can. After all, you’re our most vaunted guest. As everypony you’ve met can attest to.” 

True, a lot of the Guards had been all too happy to bow to me as we passed the glamorous halls. I only regret not seeing hide, hair, or horn of the Mane Six. 

Probably best for my heart that I didn’t, though. It was already fit to burst from the castle alone, hearing Rarity coo about how famished I must have been from my tumbling into the land of harmony? It’d go through a nuclear meltdown in my ribcage.  

“Now now, sister,” Luna scolded. ”You’ve had him all to yourself for too long. Let your family have a turn.”

I put up a hand. “No worries, you two. Sure there'll be plenty of me to go around after the feast.”

I expected Celestia to bubble about the meal at that point. Maybe something about how it’d be created with the utmost of care - and give me a chance to see how the magic happens behind the kitchen.  

What I wasn’t expecting was Celestia looking at me… well, like I’d just started walking upright. “A feast?” she asked. “I could get the cooks started now, but...” 

My eyebrows shot up. So did I, the bed’s springs squeaking in my wake as I stood. “Wait, there isn’t gonna be this lunch you were talking about?”

“What does he mean, sister?” 

“My apologies Luna. I’m not a bit co-” And then Celestia’s eyes twinkled in realization. So I hoped, anyway. “Oooh,” she said.

“What ‘oooh?” Oh, me and my big mouth.

And what came next would send me for a loop about the true reason for my visit. “You thought that when I said we’d eat out over here… that I meant food.” Celestia said. “Goodness, my friend, I simply must apologize for the faux pas.” Then she took a slow, deliberate step toward me, her hips and eyebrows wiggling in sync. “And compliment you on your own innocence.” 

“W-well, I’m still not certain what you mean by ‘eating out’ if it doesn’t mean-?“ Whereas realization came for Celestia like a thrown pillow, mine hit with all the subtlety of a turnip truck. “Holy crap.”

Celestia nodded to Luna, and her own face settled in epiphany as well. 

Then Celestia reared up and placed both of her gold-plated hooves on my heaving chest. With barely a breath, she pushed me back onto the bed, leaning over me like a tending angel. 

Goodness, why was everything so amazingly plush over here?

“Aww, my poor guest!” And suddenly, Celestia’s tone was so honey-sweet that I almost shivered in shock. “Do not fear. We are all going to eat out today. But we will not need a single tray for this privilege.” 

My breath was picking up, but somehow I knew I was in no danger. The opposite in fact. “H-how so?” I meekly asked, though my panthers were already getting tighter at the likely answer. 

“Let us start with removing all these cumbersome layers between us,” purred Celestia, her crown already lifting off her head as she spoke. “My dear Luna?” 

“I will do the honors immediately,” Before I could even ask what honors they were, Celestia’s hips shifted and she moved off of my core, allowing me to see Luna’s horn light up. Crowns and collars fell off the Princess of the Night like quicksilver as she approached me too.

And the look in her eye could melt bedrock, let alone my thundering heart. 

Thankfully, I had more cold air there to chill it when another flash from Luna’s horn vanished my shirt. My muscles tightened upon her gaze sweeping over them, but she was the first to gasp.

“He is as… sturdy as you've said, my sister,” Luna said, soon sliding up on my left thigh to feel those abs against her barrel. Even at this awkward angle, I could feel the heat from her bare sex right at the edge of my foot. It was almost like a fountain, how her quim dripped onto my toe.

“Forgive me for hogging him to myself.” 

“Sister! Language!” Luna playfully swatted at Celestia’s side. Again that sun-stamped flank of Celestia’s jiggled. Again my eyes followed it like it was a mouthwatering flan. “But… Do not worry. I can tell someone was making you happy.”

“And now I want to return the favor.” Celestia sad, now nose-to-snout with my twitching sack. “Go for it, Luna. See how wondrous he tastes all over.”

Luna slid up my chest, soon face-to-face with me. I pulled myself up onto my elbows and met her halfway, our lips meeting softly. For a while we just held like this, the intimate moment keeping us frozen.

Then Celestia kissed me too; right on one of my throbbing balls. My eyes shot open, and by instinct, my tongue barreled right into Luna’s mouth.

Luna pulled back, her eyes not brimming with shock. Then those sooty eyelashes flashed over them, and her pursed lips broke into a kinky grin. “So eager,” she purred. “I see my tips for keeping this human sated were well met, sister.” 

“Who, me?” Celestia cheekily asked. “He’s just an attentive lover. If you want me to take ov-”

Luna almost lunged onto me then, pinning me to the bed and licking her lips savagely. “Come give it a try, sister.” Then she was kissing me again, far more roughly. 

Her hips heaved and bucked over my chiseled body, my abs soon covered in her sparkling cuntsap. Sparks danced from her horn as well, bathing us both in an ethereal light as strings of drool were painted blue from it. 

Eventually, though, air became the bigger necessity, and she pulled off my mouth with an ear-ringing pop. Before she could dive in again - or even speak a word - Celestia pulled up from her cutesy ball-washing and sucked my breath away with another steamy kiss. I barely heard Luna’s impetuous gasp before the smacking of Celestia’s lips and mine overwhelmed it.  

She was far softer, far more patient. Like she was when we were clutching each other tight on the bed in my apartment. But soon found myself short of breath for a different reason; soon it was Luna fondling my balls, with a hoof as eager as Celestia's tongue was. 

Speaking of, Celestia's didn’t even carry a hint of salty sweat. That citrusy tone played all over my mouth as I gasped and whimpered into her lips.

It was almost too much for my nerves to take. 

Thankfully, the far-less-breathless Celestia ended our liplock earlier, raising a hoof to my brow and wiping away the sweat beading there. “Goodness, we should have had you here earlier.”

“I.. can understand.” I pant. 

“Oooh, you understand? Then that means we haven’t blown your mind yet.” Celestia purred. “Luna?”

Luna was already trailing her tongue down over my body, making me yelp right as her name was invoked. “I cannot help myself, sister, it is… too much.” she said. “What I felt under my hooves. Saw with my own eyes…” 

Was that… fear in Luna’s voice. Was I really that well-hung? 

“Don’t worry, Luna,” Celestia replied, reassuring and regal as always. “It was a labor, but a labor of love, to take him down my throat.”

Luna, after a couple of seconds, nodded. She then slid down further until the bulb of my mammoth member was brushing her chin. A trilling moan slipped from her lips, as I saw the first strings of pre drip out, smear against her mouth, and dampen the sheets. 

“”It never seems to stop, does it.” Celestia crooned, peppering my neck with kisses between each word. “Bursting. Boiling. Brimming over and over, just waiting for a poor little pony pussy to fill out.” Soon, her trail of wet smooches led her to my crotch-level too and her mane felt like the roiling ocean against my cock. “Just follow my lead, sister, and it might be somepony you know.” Then she slipped my balls into her drooling maw for a second time, gargling them merrilly and noisily.

Taking cue from her sister’s ball washing, Luna parted her lips and took the head of my shaft down her mouth as well. And sweet fuck, I nearly came apart then. Two volcanic mouths smothering my most sensitive parts in drool and velvety snugness? 

Nothing even came close. 

Especially when Celestia started moving on up, petting my heavy balls while worshiping my member too. Every vein of mine on that ramrod twitched and throbbed under her attentive tongue, and my sack soon followed suit as she cradled them in her metal-covered hooves. 

It was obvious where Celestia’s newest habit of messy gorging came from, though. Luna was drooling out a monsoon as she tried to impale herself further and further on my cock. Her eyes were slited and narrowed, almost feral, as she worked. And it seemed that her smile, hard as it was to maintain with a near-foot of man-meat clogging her throat, grew with each inch she gobbled up. 

Soon though, her efforts and Celestia’s met with a cute boop of questing mouths. Yanking her mouth from my shaft in one fluid motion, Luna’s next words between a flurry of torrid pants.

“Celestia… I cannot stand it.” Her hind legs were sliding together too, the telltale squishing noises hinting at her liquid lust. “I need someone - anyone - to fondle my cunt.” 

“Oh, this is getting exciting!” Celestia chirped. “I’m certain our friend will be happy to assist, won't he?”

I couldn’t nod fast enough. Luna, in response, wrapped her forelimbs around my cock, shooting me a dusky look as she did so. Then she flared her wings and almost rotated on the spot, bringing her hindlegs - and the soaking wet prize between them - right up to my trimmed chin. 

Any thoughts I had of plunging into any of her twitching fuckholes - at least, right now - were taken away by her desperation. Her hips swiveled back and forth over my face, as much drowning me in her maresap as she was feeding it to me. The scene was enough to keep my tongue probing, but all it hit were spongy lips and bulging nubs.

Yet I enjoyed every slit-grinding second of it. Luna was amazingly needy, undulating and grinding above me in a way that was unbelievably hot and thrillingly dangerous. And my hands found wonderfully squishy holds upon her flanks, those crescent moons stamped on them soon ballooning around my gripping fingers. Even if I wasn’t in Luna, her musk and motions hypnotized me.

It was the lewdest thing I’d ever been a part of. My hips snapping like a jackhammer into Celestia’s and Luna’s waiting mouths, my face sloshed in sticky juices, Luna’s flanks and twat twirling around my tongue and fingers… I never wanted to leave this dance. 

But it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on my rhythm, what with Celestia deepthroating me whole as she’d done days before. Luna was joining in on the fun too, her tongue swirling around the base and shaft of my manhood as she lathered my cock with saliva. But despite how wet Luna felt above me, or how relentlessly Celestia bobbed her head on my mare-breaker, I knew I was the closest to cumming. 

Apparently, Celestia had one last trick under her wing for me. I couldn’t properly see her with Luna spasming above me, but I saw the glow of her horn, and felt her tongue lengthen as it twirled around my cock. Then she reeled it back in - and around my shaft - I was over that cliff, screaming my satisfaction into Luna’s flooded folds. My balls, still being ceaselessly cradled by Celestia’s hooves, blew their load right into her throat. Soon, it was bulging with my seed, almost as wide as my member bulged out her jaw. 

After several seconds, Celestia hauled her mouth off of my cock, moved her hooves to my spurting cock’s base, and squeezed. Immediately, my climax slowed to a dribble, and I nearly bit my lip off in denied desire. It would soon be Luna’s lips, however, that Celestia was worried about at this juncture. 

“Mpphph! Luuumph!” she burbled out, trying to get Luna’s attention. And she was shaking my cock before her face like it was a lollipop, too! I didn’t know if that or Luna grinding her clit over my nose would make me pass out first.

Good thing I didn’t, though. Immediately, the lust-lost Luna got it, crawling over my body to plant her lips over my throbbing bulb. Then Celestia let go of her vice-grip on my member, and my cum firehosed its way into Luna’s maw unrestrained. Fuck, it was so relieving firing off into Lunas’s beckoning tongue and throat, packing it full of my heavy load. And she was an even tighter fit around my dick then Celestia's gullet had been, too. 

To think I’d once believe Luna was being underused as a My Little Pony character, too!

Really, anyone this intense would have shot its rating right to the moon.

I didn’t know how much time passed before I heard the “Come on Luna…” coming from Celestia. The voluptuous alicorn was busy stroking her sister’s puffed-out cheeks, trying to coax her to swallow my seed. I almost burst a seal again when she finally relented. 

“It’s sweeter than wine,” Luna whispered, writhing as she rolled off of me. “Thank you so much for saving it for me.”

“So long as you’re satisfied, Luna.” Celestia said. “Now if I could indulge myself for a while…”

A whinny cut off Celestia. “Curse it all, sisssterrrr…” Luna moaned, crumpling onto her side in exhaustion. Another fresh squirt of clitsap stained the sheets, her pink pussy pushing out like a budding flower. “I have not even reached it yet.”

Celestia smirked. “Wait, really?”

“WAIT, REALLY?!” I squeaked out. How had Luna not had her orgasm!? The end of the bed, right around my head, felt like a lake!

“Dost thou not believe me?” Luna’s tongue flipped out as she edged her hisp toward me again., her tone dropping sensually. “Then you shall have at me until we are both satisfied.“

Celestia’s eyes twinkled with mischief, before her horn lit up. Within seconds she had teleported on the bed, at my left side, and fluttered her eyelashes over her shoulder at me. “Of course, friend, I’m certain you could also dive into something you’ve enjoyed before.”

Arching one of her curvy hindlegs, my eyes were treated to another pair of swollen lips, Celestia's clit threaded with strings of maresap. I could feel my mouth go dry, and my brain get blitzed with orders to bury myself in her royal muff.

“No fair, sister!” Luna whined. “His face is perfect around my pearl. And I am certain that you’ve had your share of his tongue in his world, too.” 

Celestia brusquely smiled at that. 

“Then let us allow him to determine how to please us both, sister.” 

I swear I could see Celestia’s clit throb as she finished.

Quickly, I looked down to my dick and ayeeep I’m hard as a diamond again. Goodness, they knew just what to say to get me stiff.

I finally got up onto my knees, clutching my cock in one palm as my other quests for a firm asscheek to knead. Sorry, Luna - but for now, that meant Celestia. 

“Ooooh…” Celestia mewled, her free-flowing tail flagging as I spread her rump wide. “Fine choice.”

Luna sniffed dejectedly next to me- but I had taken Celestia's statement about pleasing them both to heart. Silently praising my multitasking skills, I saddled up to Celestia’s quivering ass, letting my cock flick up and part her weeping folds. Over her sharp intake of breath, I then reached over and fondled Luna’s cheeks, soon bringing her heart-shaped rump to squish against her sister’s. 

Both of their tails curled to cradle my chin, Luna’s fondling turning especially frisky after I pinched at her gushing gash. “Mhhhghh,” she purred out between her gritted teeth. “Don’t stop, keep your Princess happy...”

Will do, Luna. And I’d do it for Celestia too, when I finally leveled my heavy staff at her entrance, whispering to her if she was ready.

“Yes, please. Slip some more foals into me, my sweet.”

“Hmm, some more foal-?! Oh! Yes!” Pinching my fingers together, with her clit trapped between them, sent Luna into a fit of incoherent yowls. Celestia, fascinated over her sister’s crooning, soon matched it with some of her own as I finally plunged into her oozing snatch.

Seeing two alicorns cry their hearts out for me? It was so addictive. 

I had little other reason for the strength flooding my finds as I sank further and further into Celestia’s glorious ass. My time pounding her raw in my bed hadn’t loosened her any - physically, at least - and it was joy to feel her inner muscles coil hard around my shaft. Soon I was as deep as I could go, yet I knew there was more to plumb. 

Meanwhile, my quim-soaked right hand was getting friskier. From rubbing zigzags over Luna’s clie to spanking her muscle-firmed rump, there seemed to be nothing about her that didn’t surprise me. The smooth yet rapid juts of her hips against my hand? The way she purred and begged for more, as if it was her folds I was stretching out like taffy?

As it turned out it’d be her horn, as she lit it up again and captured me in its midnight-blue haze. Soon, I was being lifted up by my crotch. My cock sent sparking new feelings rushing through me at the new angle I was driving into Celestia. Her moans hit a new pitch, so did mine when I felt the entrance of her womb kiss my cocktip. 

In my flailing attempts to right myself, I found myself softly cradling Celestia's back. God it was like a mating press, one from my filthiest dreams! But I’d never been physically able to ram into her from this angle before. 

And with a naughty wink from Luna, I knew that new sensation was intended.

“T-thank you, Lunaaa…” I shakily stuttered,  turning my attention back to her sensuous sister.  Then I started pulling my hips back, and despite there being no base on the bed to assist, I felt my length slide out of Celestia’s fleshy flower. The second it was tip-to-lips, I pulled in a shuddering breath and steeled myself. 

Then I wrapped my free hand tighter around Celestia's barrel - wait, when had it gotten there from her soaked nub? - and slammed forward. 

The geyser of sap spewing from Celestia’s folds fried my nerves before I could even hear her wail in wanton bliss. Almost by instinct, I started pulling in and out of her stuffed-full slit, luxuriating in Luna’s warming aura and Celestia’s cushiony curves. It was soon hard to tell if the sisters’ moans or the thwickthwickthwicking of pussy pounding was louder in the lust-musty room. 

Either way, I was in heaven. 

Then Luna brought me out of it just as Celestia's moans hit their peak, yanking me free of those alabaster buns with another flash of magical might. Couldn’t even protest before I found myself being rubbed along Lunas’ obsidian globes, and I had to admit - it wasn't bad either. Even my cock objected to the swift change in temperature, sending goosebumps flaring along my arms and back. 

I wasn’t the only objector to Luna’s amorous avarice, though. “So close…” Celestia whinnied, raising a golden hoof to stroke noisily at her gushing folds. “Bring him baaack…” 

“Can’t.” Luna was almost hoarse at this point, her eyes rolling into her skull at the scorching contact with me.  “So alluring... to see him work. Please...”

“N-no need to get in a knot over me…” I grunted out, still hotdogging myself against Luna’s taut cheeks. “I can… help you both…”

Celestia nodded, conceding at long last. “You’re -ohyes!- so right, friend,” she said. “Just.. don’t forget about your cock’s last holster.”

I did, actually. Despite my blitzing my brain was, I remembered that I’d spent so much time tending to Luna's fruited plains, and how on-edge her face-riding had left her. Perhaps fording those folds wasn’t cutting it for her.

Maybe another hole was where it was at. 

And with slightly protesting muscles, I yanked back from Luna’s wet cleft. Aiming myself at her puckered plot I let my bulb and thumb spread and prepare her. Luna’s eyes shooting up in realization of my new plan of attack. Really, nothing short of divine intervention - or another shot of Celestia’s plump pussy - would stop me now. 

Which is why, as I was preparing to fuck Luna’s plot, Celestia cocked a leg and showed off her soaked petals to me again. Again, I really needed to ask later on about how good Celestia’s extrasensory perception was.

My fingers drifted over to Celestia’s inviting pussy, spreading her pale folds further for the tip of her hoof to finally penetrate. The second that sloshing sound hit my ears, I wound back and sank into Luna’s ass, taking her in one stroke too. 

Both alicorn’s tongues wagged around their lips in lazy loops. Their eyes shooting back to meet mine in silent pleas for more carnal contact. I didn't waste a second, even with Luna’s walls being tighter than any I’d been in before. I thought it’d take cumming again just to slide back out. 

Luna was hard-up for a faster solution, though, slinging her tail around my waist as a stirrup. Its surprising strength both wrenched me out and propelled me into her, and I joined in the motions. Y’know, the second I got my bearings over the fact the actual Princess of the Night was helping me fuck her plothole.

Again and again I felt her cheeks ripple like a moonlit pond against my thrusts. Over and over,  the fingers on my left hand were sodden with Celestia’s juices as I worked her pussylips. And inch by inch, their wings spread out, spanning over each other’s backs as they mewled. Soon, the flutter cooled me down just as viciously as their bodies heated me up.

Then I pulled out of Luna’s hole with a lewd pop. Celestia’s rapturous wail as I pushed into her slit made up for the cold my cock encountered in the trip there. And once again, Luna’s clit was being tenderized by hands and hooves alike. 

That was my station for the next few minutes. Whether it was me switching between plot to pussy, or Luna pulling me back the other way around, I was never not snug in one of my two favorite alicorns for long. And each time I smacked one of their cheeks, the vibrations through my dick and the other’s rump made all our breaths hitch.

Eventually, it got too much for them. It took only one final dip into Luna’s well-stretched plot before her back arched violently. I didn’t question the patch of nerves I hit on this final thrust at all - Celestia had cum to it being hammered a while ago, and now it was her sister’s turn. 

“Yes! Oh, my, yes!” Luna gasped, her hindlegs wrapping around my parallel to bury me in her. Or with her, considering how her floods burst with a deluge of cum that threatened to flood the bed and us with it. 

This time, it was the magical grip of Celestia’s horn that curled around my cock and firmly unrooted it from Luna’s spasming ass. That same alabaster alicorn was on her back as she spread her legs for me and guididng my ccok right into her slot. Our lips crashed together - with how loud she was moaning, it’d be the only way half of Canterlot wasn’t hearing us - and she thrust into my hips. 

Instantly, sweet relief buzzed through Celestia and me. Her orgasm flowed around me and my manhood like a burst dam, I plundered her tongue all the further for it, enjoying that citrusy tang I met as we bucked and writhed together. Her head even followed mine as I arched up, as addicted to my lips as I was to her lower lips.

For now, though, my wracked muscles weren’t going to let me enjoy those velvety depths long. I fell onto my side this time, my mare-splitter slipping from Celestia’s depths with a wet shlopping noise. Another mini-lake of cum pooled from her tortured twat once my meat wasn’t plugging it shut, its heat making me shiver in my stupor. 

Of course, something as prominent as my manhood didn’t elude either alicorn sister long. “Luna…” Celestia whispered her tousled mane nearly blocking off her next words. “Now it.. Is he wh… who is still waiting for climax.” 

Luna’s eyes met Celestia’s at that tidbit, her mouth curling into a watery grin. “Shall we… treat him to our Diamond Showers, then?“

“He deserves no less.” Celestia then stroked my air, cooing appreciated even as my mouth struggled to form the words to ask what in blue blazes a Diamond Shower was. “He’s been a... perfect guest.”

Again, I tried to ask what this treat was that they were preparing for me. Again my voice failed me, heaving puffs of air only serving to free Celestia's mane from her sweaty brow. 

But for one last time this night, both alicorns surprised me.

With a heave-to so synchronous I was certain they'd done this before, both Princesses pushed their cushiony rumps toward my crotch. They would meet right around my dick, sandwiching it firmly between their cheeks. Immediately, I saw where the ‘diamond’ part of this technique came from - it did look like a diamond’s shape of space peeked out around my cock. 

Then both of these lovely alicorns’ tails wrapped around the bulb of my battering ram, and I suddenly found my voice again - in a shuddering moan that they grinned at. 

“How cute,” came Luna’s wondrous baritone. “Was he this sexy to hear when you claimed him?”

“Even sexier when he claimed me. It was such a thrill, seeing his strength of spirit in action,” Celestia tittered. “Let us show him what two sisters' rumps can do for his rod.”

No a single word was spoken after. None was needed. Both of them simply slipped their hips up and down, around and against me, milking my cock with the finest of ease.  

I was lost in seconds, an incoherent mess of goo grating on the bed . No matter where I turned, their hourglassed figures met my bristling skin, the sweat tingling on my raw nerves. Both their wings beat a refreshing wave of cool air over me, making all my muscles twitch deliciously. And their hooves were busy at work, shamelessly flicking at my nipples and pecs like skipping stones. 

Then Luna decided I was wasting a bit too much air wantonly moaning, thanks to their grinding glutes. Pulling my head to hers, she swallowed my lips in a searing kiss, our tongues tangoing sloppily as we thrashed against one another. Her tail’s swatting at my cockhead intensified, shooting me to my peak again in what felt like no time at all.  

Celestia then pulled my head to her own and attacked my neck, teeth and lips leaving inky marks that I didn’t even feel a twitch of shame at. Luna joined in too, madly humping me and my cock as she hissed her love for me, her hope for my children to bear, her need to be plowed like a Sweet Apple field.

And you know what?

Let both of these mares mark me. 

Let them drain me until I was shooting dust from my dick. 

They deserved every drop I could give them and more.

And they’d get it soon, as their hip rotations sped to blurs. Sun and moon cutie marks squished together around my pink pillar, and I was all too happy to froth their shiny cheeks for all I was worth. Luna was now licking strips down my heaving chest, Celestia wailing as I started nipping at her neck.

And then, as one, they spoke those words that had sealed so much of my path with the alicorns in stone. 

“G-give us your cum!” 

I thought I’d dislodge Celestia’s collarbone with how loudly I howled my glee into it. 

My cock finally burst its gates for the second time in as many hours, staining both of their cheeks white with my cum. Luna and Celestia’s tails tugged my geysering shaft down in a fit of open warfare, letting my seed splash onto their cheeks and clump in their wings. Some errant bursts even caught along their faces, close enough to be lapped up by greedy tongues. 

And the grins on both sisters’ faces were almost rictus when that cum-storm abated. Again as one, both of them craned down to lay messy kisses on their top of my spurting dickhead, slurping as much seed as their cheeks could carry. In the hottest part of the day, they then turned to each other and shared a sultry liplock, snowballing my sperm between their lips.  

The second the alicorns split apart and swallowed their sharing of seed - whatever wasn’t soaking into their chests - they turned to me again. 

“What do you think sister?” asked Celestia, grinding her hindlegs together. 

Luna licked her lips lecherously. “I think I spend too much time waiting for action to come to me.” 

Happy to hear, I don’t add. Mainly because I’m still sucking wind from that withering orgasm I’d just had.

Thankfully, Celestia snuggles closer to me to help soothe my tired muscles. “And I definitely miss being able to curl up with someone special, myself,” she whispers. “Perhaps I should fix that.”

“Assuming you can pry me from him, sister,” cooed Luna, curling up herself next to me. Her tongue sweeps across the love marks she has given me, and I barely bit back a gasp. “N still have yet to feel this human inside my treasured honeypot.” 

“B-believe me, Princess… I’d be happy to render service,” I blurted out before I realize how stupid the ask would be.

By God, I was playing fire enough fucking a Princess of a widely-viewed TV show in the privacy of my own home! How could I keep from screwing something up here? 

In the haven of harmony called Equestria?

Plowing both royal sisters?!

But even if my dick wasn’t stirring in anticipation of what two magical mares could do - and had done - to spice up the romance? Luna was quick to help ease my mind. “You wish to continue being our mate? After your previous reservations?” 

I soon found myself lost for words. Goodness, believing in this sort of parallel existence was once a complete mindfuck for me! And now I had the chance to live out those dreams, in this world and the next? And I was trying to convince myself not to?!

“I… no. I’m all in.“

“How delightful!” Celestia said. “We really needed to make a habit of this anyway. Look at how good the world’s been for your openness to experimenting!” 

“His, or ours?” Luna asked sassily.

Celestia’s tinkling laughter set my heart alight. “I meant the ones in which we’ve mated, Luna.” 

“So did I.” 

Now it was my turn to grin, my mind a shuddering slideshow of lewdness over how daring Luna would be about draining my dick - and where. “Just so long as we’re still gradual about all this, yeah?” I asked. “Imagine if the other alicorns here got wind  of this.”

“How so? Twilight already knows of worlds with bipeds and - Oh.” Celestia's eyes twinkled as she raised a hoof to her mouth. ”Luna, we simply must invite Cadance to our festivities with this fine man.” 

“Only if Shining is okay with it.” Another roll of Luna’s hips, and I couldn’t even pretend my next mona was over the wellness pooling at my crotch anymore. “But thou shalt have to wait behind me.” 

“Goodness, Luna, you're not even this particular with the royal guards like this.” Then a light bulb seems to flash behind Celestia’s baby-blue eyes. “And that is just what you shall be, friend.”

“Huh?” 

“Indeed. Starting now… “ Celestia professed ,her crown snapping onto her head in a flash of sparks. “You shall be our Royal Consor… ah, no. That sounds too much like a Sombra-like title.”

“Royal Friend with Benefits?” Luna offered, her breath minty and tingling on my cheek. “Friendship is our fair land’s specialty, after all.” 

Celestia curtly nodded at that. “Yes. It is perfect, sister.” Then back to me she stared. “So, how about it? A grand title to match your grander gifts?” 

I worried for only a second. About the swelled head being the elite of an entire society could give me. Of having to hold this duty while still toiling away at Amazin’ Heroes. Of all the risks and tribulations that might await me and my two loves. 

But then I saw that heavenly smile Celestia sent me. It wasn’t even one of her love-struck one,s and I could see the concern written across. But the honesty and determination in it made up my mind. Someone this powerful, this wise, this impossibly sexy...and she wanted ordinary ol’ me to stand at her side...or rather, at her back, for more reasons than one. 

And in that instance I knew what the only answer could be. 

For her, for her sister, for even my own sake.

“I do, Princess Celestia.”