> At the Behest of the Heavens: A TTIGRAAP Tale
>  by nameundetermined
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> Chapter One
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It is summertime. The breeze is gentle and playful as it wafts the scent of the sea towards the shores of Seaward Shoals. A stallion gives a small, satisfied sigh of the feeling of the wind in his mane and the sounds of the sea gently ringing in his ears as he steps out of his carriage, stretching his wings. He reaches into a saddlebag and pulls out a letter addressed to him from his..teacher, one of many in fact, though admittedly one of his most influential.

My Most Faithful Student,

We have need of your assistance in a matter of great significance. We know better than most that it may not be reasonable of Us to expect you to make the time for Us amidst all that is asked of you these days, but should you find yourself available please make your way to Us at Seaward Shoals at your earliest convenience. We can assure you that your attendance on this matter would mean a great deal to Us.


Sincerely,...


He puts the letter back in the bag and gives a small sigh as he walks through the front door.  There is a stallion, a receptionist running the front counter of the office. He is filing at his hoof with a bored expression on his face when he feels the looming shadow of the approaching visitor pass over him. The receptionist moves to look at him, that expression slowly changing as he soaks them in. “Yes, how can I….help...you?”

Before him stands a giant of a stallion, sleek, tall, and powerful. They stand at least two or three heads above any pony he has ever seen. 

Save well...two of them. And even then it’s a contest. 

The large stallion’s eyes are a soft, pleasant purple in color, filled with a gentleness that contrasted his size and frame. His coat is soothing pink, and his well-kept mane and tail a lighter shade of the same. A long, elegant horn is perched atop his head, and soft, large wings adorn his back. Atop his head sits a simple gold circlet bearing a gem carved into the likeness of a rose in bloom. 

“Yes, I am here for a visitation. Would you please direct me to er...Maretime Manor?” He asks in a gentle, slightly confused tone.

The receptionist softly swallows and gives him a slow nod. “O-of course, please, right this way!” He says, getting up out of his swivel chair and trotting towards a door to the side of the building. “Maretime Manor is just down this path, if you hit the docks, you’ve gone too far. Do you need a-an escort to-”

“Oh no, I’m fine, thank you,” he says kindly, waving him off with a hoof. “Thanks for your help, friend, I appreciate it.”

He left the receptionist to their work, hearing them utter a few sputtered final words before the door closed behind him. 

A short walk later he finds himself outside of a rather stately looking manor, with the faces of two of his teachers plastered across the sign out front. Something tells him that this is probably the place. It is likely the large cursive print on the sign which reads “Maretime Manor.”, and the faces also help.

He knocks on the door, three hard thunks that are followed by a muffled feminine call of “One moment, please!” before the door gives a small click and opens.

It's Luna, his favorite of all of his teachers, standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face. Her mane is done up in a rather cute bun, but other than that she hasn’t changed since you last saw her. “R-Rose…?” She says softly, looking up at him slowly.

Rose Tint smiles back down at her, his eyes sparkling with joy as he takes in the sight of her. “Hello, Teacher. It has been far too long. Love the mane, by the way. It suits you, really draws attention to your eyes and your h-oof!”

He is winded slightly as the mare jumps at him, wrapping her hooves around his beck for a moment before pulling back. “Oh, silence thine tongue, Rose, if thou insists on acting as if you barely know us.” She says in a mildly excited tone, a wide smile dancing across her face as she takes you by the hoof and firmly pulls you into the manor. 

As the door closes behind him, she lets go of his hoof and beckons for him to follow her deeper within. “Apologies for the mess, I was not expecting you to arrive so quickly.”

He looks around the abode and notices...no particular mess, everything looks fairly prim and neat actually. “...It’s fine really. And yes, Twilight insisted I come as soon as possible once she heard that I had been summoned. She was kind enough to offer to oversee the Night Court for me in my absence.” he says, following her until they come to the kitchen. She pulls out a chair and offers it to him, and he took a seat before she sits down next to him.

“So, how are things back home?” She asks, deciding to break the ice with some well-deserved pleasantries. “It has been some time since We last bothered Ourselves with the goings-on of the world at large.” She muses, gently placing her wing across his back. He gives a small smile and relaxes into it. Even after all of these years, feeling the gentle familiar caress makes him feel small, safe. He looksover to her contentedly and begins to recollect. “Well, Things are going quite well, actually. Screwball and Jambosier are both doing wonderfully in school, and Cozy Glow has been making great strides in her studies under my careful tutelage. Really, the rivalry she has with that Luster Dawn girl sort of reminds me of the old days with me and Twilight.”

Luna nods, chuckling softly. “We still can’t believe you managed to get through to her the way you did. I swear you have the patience of Faust herself.”

He shrugs slightly. “Well, All I had to do was accept her for who she was and go from there. Once she didn’t feel like she had to fake it around me it was a lot easier to have frank conversations with her. And I mean, I’ve done more impossible things. I still can’t believe Applejack actually let me give our daughter a Prench name.”

“Ponies will often do strange and uncharacteristic things in the name of love, Rose. it is simply one of those things you learn to accept as time goes on. One of many you will have to accept.”

His expression darkens slightly at this, then saddens. “Yeah. it’s...still hard to come to terms with it. I’ll still have Screwy and Eris, and Twilight and you guys too of course, but well...one day the others aren't going to be there anymore. It...keeps me up at night sometimes, knowing I’ve brought life into the world that I will survive to see crumble to dust.”

Luna gives him a sympathetic nod, petting his mane with a hoof slowly, letting it trail down his back. “It is a grim and stark reality of Immortality, Rose. And I will be here to support you when the time comes. Though...today, I require your support.” She admits as she gently pulls her wing away from him, turning to face him properly.

Rose sits up and gives a small cough as he looks her in the eye, giving a small nod. “I figured that. So, what exactly is it that you needed from me?”

She pauses for a moment, her eyes looking down at the ground, flitting back and forth as she considers her words before looking back up towards him. “Well, in regards to a similar matter as the previous topic. Ourself and Our sister have been doing some thinking for a while now…”

“Oh? What sort of thinking, for how long?” he asks, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head just so in that way he often did when struck with something he did not fully understand. 

“Well, for a while, actually. Since we first found out about Flurry Heart.” Luna says slowly, deliberately as she seems to be putting the words together as she speaks them aloud. “We have always...toyed with the idea of possibly having foals of our own. But the burden should they prove not to...pass on our legacy was simply too much of a risk in Our eyes. But seeing her, seeing that an Alicorn can be born naturally, it set us to thinking. If we could find another Alicorn...a Male Alicorn…”

He raises a hoof slowly, giving her an intent, firm look. “I...think I know where you are going with this. And While I am flattered, I am not sure if my herdmates would approve of-”

“We actually asked them for permission before reaching out to you personally.” She says without skipping a beat. He nearly chokes a bit at this before calming down and thinking about it. She was a far more...traditional sort of mare. It makes sense that she would ask them before him, all things considered. 

“Alright. As mildly unsettling as I find that, I can look past it I suppose,” he says with a slightly more tentative tone. “But you can understand how that is...still a really big ask, right?”

Luna nods slowly, watching his reactions intently. “We do. We would like to try to reassure you by saying that if there was another We could entrust with this, We would. But that would be an egregious falsehood on our part. We, as well as Our sister, wish to bear your child to ensure that they will be born with the gift of Life Eternal. We have seen much suffering in our lives. As selfish as it may be, We cannot bear the thought of seeing Our potential progeny pass away with the sands of time. We both admire you deeply, as you admire us, and We would see no other stallion be given the task even if he were to be able to provide what we seek.”

As she speaks, she slowly leans closer to him. He can smell it on her now, the scent of concord grape, heavy with that strange, off-scent that signified only one thing. She is in heat.

The potent scent of her fills him, and admittedly clouds his judgment a tad as he rolls the proposition over slowly in his head. He has always had a bit of a crush on the two of them, but really who didn’t? Though his might be a bit more justified considering how long they had known each other, and how deep their relationship went. They were no longer simply Teacher and Student. They were equals now. He was in turn, now the Diarch of this land in hoof with Twilight. While he may lack The Elder Princess' countless years of experience, he is certainly a grown stallion, capable of making such a meaningful choice.

Could he really call himself worthy of the title of the Prince of Passion if he could not even fulfill this most deeply held desire of one of his Subjects, his Teacher, and one of his closest Friends? He certainly doesn’t think so, now that he ponders it.

“...Very well. After all you two have given me, this seems like the least I could do to repay you.” He says softly as he slowly stands up from his seat.

Her smile eclipses the beauty of even her moon as she beams at him, quickly doing the same and getting to her hooves with an enthusiasm he had not seen from her in many years. “You will not regret this, Rose! Come quickly, We are at the Apex of Our estrus, we mustn’t dally!”

“Wait, like right now, right now? Shouldn’t we go out for dinner or some-AHH!” Rose is cut off with a sudden yell as he is grabbed by his hoof again and pulled very vigorously by the older Alicorn mare down the hall and into what appears to be her bedroom. It is decorated in a more modest but similar fashion to her chambers back in the castle years prior. Stars and moons litter the decor on backgrounds of purple, blue, and black. 

He finds himself thrown gently onto the bed, eyes wide and face flushed at being placed in such a compromising position. His legs are splayed, displaying his equipment to the mare who only seems to grow more excited as she sees him already beginning to unsheathe.

“Mnnn, We must admit, We have had...fairly frequent dalliances in flights of fancy where we considered how it might be to have you like this, even before your ascension...” she says slowly as she slips onto the bed and crawls up towards him. She spreads his legs further with her hooves, leaning down to take a soft, slow inhale of his scent before she allows her tongue to slowly slide out and run along his sack. 

He draws a quick, short hitched breath at the feeling of her tongue slipping across his sensitive gonads, eyes wide at the sight of her, his former Teacher starting to lick and kiss and worship his package like some estrus stricken school filly. “Y-you don’t say…?” he says softly, his hoof slowly traveling to press gently against the back of her head.

She seems excited by this and shivers slightly, her wings flaring in delight at the tough as she slowly kisses up his stomach until she is straddling him, her undercarriage softly rubbing along his steadily unsheathing member as her lips finally met his own. She held the kiss for a few long moments before finally pulling away again to look down at him and speak. “Indeed. Now still your tongue until I tell you I have use for it, little colt. Your Teacher has a few things left to teach you, and you would do well to heed her~”

She says this with a playful, sultry smile as she begins to rock her soft, sopping slit back and forth against the thick base of his heavy shaft. She lets out a few soft, pleasured mewls into his ear as she leans in and rests her head on the crook of his neck, pressing her hooves gently to his chest. As she slowly lines herself up with his flared tip, her breath gives a small hitch of its own. Her eyes go wide at the feeling of him slowly spreading her open wide, entering her. She can feel every ridge and bump on his thick, firm rod grazing over her velvet soft walls as they clamp down and attempt to draw him deeper prematurely.

She maintains her pace, however, controlling the descent of her hips towards his with incredible precision and poise. She pulls from his neck to lock eyes with him as she gives an admittedly red-faced, flustered cocky smile “Mnnn, We imagine that it must feel divine to be embraced thusly by the Goddess of the Moon. Does Our marehood suffice to please you, Our faithful student?” She asks in a slightly ragged, husky tone as she seems to take visible effort to keep herself from simply being done with it.

Rose is indeed, very much enjoying himself. The feeling of another Alicorns body embracing him thusly felt...incredibly right. As if this were the most natural thing in the world, and it very well might be! He gives her an equally shaky smile as his hooves slowly travel to her flanks, gripping them tightly and eliciting a soft squeak and a worried glance down at him as he locked his eyes to her own.

Before she could voice her concern, He pulls down hard. 

In a single moment, every inch of his considerable length is roughly buried deep within the confines of her soft, spasming, milking flower. Her eyes Widen, then cross, then seem to stare at nothing for a few moments before rolling back. Her ears fold against the top of her skull as her tongue lolls out, and he can feel her spasm and clamp down around him, a newfound increased moistness now dampening his fur and the bed below them both as her body shudders. “O-ohhhh FAUST YES!” She cries triumphantly as she rolls her hips, slowly riding out her orgasm before she manages to recover some of her dignity and look down at him all the more intensely.

“Hmphh...i-impressive work for a whelp of your tender years, but you will find that We are not so easily bested as that!” She cries out confidently before she lifts her hips about halfway off of his cock and viciously slams herself back down. Her muscular, firm flanks even still manage to ripple pleasantly from the force of the impact. They do not even have time to come to a standstill again before she does it again, and again! A neverending series of eager up and down movements, pounding herself down onto his might mottled pillar again and again with the passion of millennia of unrequited desires backing her movements.

Rose is...there. He is certainly having the time of his life, though that is somewhat mitigated by the jumbled and barely coherent thoughts of how he is going to get his soul back once the retired princess has finished sucking it out through her gorilla grip equine cunt. His hips pistoned up to meet her own on every thrust as well as he could manage, eager to please her. Eager to satisfy her long-neglected thirst for intimacy, and most importantly, to breed her, to make her the mother she has always wanted to be.

Intimacy could wait. This is not about the bond they shared, nor is it about their feelings, as strong as they might be. This is about something more primal. This is about playing out the roles nature had put on each of them. It is about the continuation of bloodlines. It was about Pleasure, Submission to one’s baser urges, it is about mating.

He gives a powerful roar and with a sudden burst of strength, rolls them so their positions are reversed, now hammering down into her violently as her hips buck up to meet him. Her legs quickly wrap around his barrel and he holds her close, almost crushing her under the bulk of his larger frame as he hammers away at her. She has already had her second orgasm of the evening and has checked out well on her way to a third as he throbs inside of her. As much as he would like this to last well into the evening, the sheer primal excitement, the pounding, overwhelming call of his instincts demands he does what he was made to do, and quickly.

She can feel him swell and kick inside of her, and before she can even let out the cry she was about to call forth, before she could beg to be filled with his potent seed and bear his foals he is already preparing to grant her wishes. He slams down deeply into her one final time with a triumphant, masculine roar of his own, similar to the one she gave on starting this hard rut. His balls tighten and clench, pumping rope after rope of his thick, virile cum as deep into her as he can get it, leaving not an inch of the inside of her spared from the thorough coating.

She can feel it as it happens, she relishes in the sensation of his potent seed infusing her with his essence, practically drowning her womb in the fiber of his being. Her eyes roll back again as she goes limp with utter satisfaction with the feeling of having her most deeply rooted, basic of functions be carried out after all of these many centuries. At last, she thinks to herself, she shall be a mother.


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Several hours have passed. They have long since changed the sheets and showered themselves, and are enjoying a rather pleasant chat over a cup of tea in the kitchen once more.

“So, er….may I ask what you are going to name it?” he inquires gently before taking a sip of his tea.

She smiles softly up at him, looking down at her stomach and thinking for a moment. “Hmm...We shall name him...Caldwell…”

Rose raises an eyebrow at this. “Huh, sure it’s going to be a colt then? I suppose it would be nice to have at least one under my belt.” He says with a small chuckle, getting a small nod of agreement from the former princess.

“Indeed, We have had a premonition. He shall be Our son, and We shall cherish him always, as we have cherished you.”

He smiles a bit wider at that. He had, of course, had his doubts at the start of this little venture. But he was starting to think that maybe it had not been such a bad idea after a-

“Now, for the matter of my sister.”

Ah shit.
> Chapter Two
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The night came and went. Rose spent the night with his teacher, simply talking and enjoying being around her again. Unfettered by the constraints of propriety or their previous dynamic, and unfettered by the years of romantic tension that had previously lain heavy on them both. It was a wonderful evening, and they fell asleep holding each other in the comfort of her bed.

The morning arrived, and with Celestia still nowhere to be found, the two of them are toiling away together in the sisters’ shared garden until she returns. 

Or in Rose’s case, he is trying and failing to toil away in the garden. For a stallion with flowers on his Cutie mark, his noted lack of success in this venture is certainly proving them entirely symbolic in nature. 

He has a firm grasp of a weed by its very base between his teeth and is pulling valiantly. Eventually, the dratted thing comes loose all at once and he finds himself flying back and landing on his flank with an angry little yelp.

Luna gives a soft little chuckle as she watches him pick himself off of the ground and dust off his rump, brushing at his hindquarters with his tail to free it of dust and debris. “It was very sweet of you to offer to assist us with our gardening, young Prince. We feel you may be better suited to keeping Us company than working the land yourself, however. A delicate stallion such as yourself should not sully his hooves with such-”

“Luna, I respect and admire you, but I do not think you have any right to call me ‘delicate’ after I blew your back out the way I did yesterday afternoon,” he says with a teasing tone, a slightly irritated edge to his voice. Even after all he has accomplished, Luna still thinks of him deep down as a delicate, vulnerable thing. A delicate rose to be cultivated and nurtured as if it were the prize ornament of a fabulous garden.

Honestly, as much as the mothering, kind nature of the Princesses definitely serves as a massive positive in Rose’s book, he still resents the implication that he is unable to handle himself the same way a mare could. 

The fact that such outdated drivel is still ushering forth from her mouth even after he has made her scream his name loudly enough to give him tinnitus for the afternoon makes him give a soft internal sigh. He is left to suppose that while you might take the mare out of the middle ages, You simply cannot take the middle ages out of the mare.

However, he can take some of that wind out of her haughty little sails, and it seems that his comment has done just that. She is reduced to a rather amusing fit of sputtering as she attempts to and fails to come up with a clever response to the irrefutable fact that he blew her back out like a faulty tire on a NASCAR track last night. “We...That is...you...ugh!” she finishes lamely as she pouts and returns to her gardening. 

He chuckles softly and heeds her advice as a peace offering, hanging back and simply watching her tend to her plants. “So, do you have any idea when she will be getting back?” He asks her as he looks back towards the manor, seeming...nervous, definitely a bit nervous. 

Luna notices this and presses a bit, smirking as she turns to face him. “Aweee, does  Our Precious little Princeling miss his mommy?” She asks with a taunting expression, seeming to relish in the opportunity to engage in a bit of banter after his previous comment.

It is now his turn to sputter and blush, shaking his head. “Please for the love of all that is decent don’t call her that, especially not when I’m expected to get in bed with her later,” he says sheepishly as he rubs at one of his forelegs with the hoof of the other. Celestia had never let him live down calling her that on several occasions. He still remembers when she surprised him with an offer for an actual adoption after she found out he didn’t have any family to speak of. 

While the Apples had been kind enough to fill that void for him, he had been incredibly grateful to her for all she had done for him and accepted graciously, thinking of it as more of a symbolic gesture. He was promptly proven wrong about that assumption the next day when he was dragged to advanced etiquette classes. He still sometimes has flashbacks to the fork placement seminar with Blueblood.

With a small shudder as he represses that particular memory, he returns his attention to Luna. “In any case, as a matter of fact, I do miss her. It has been quite some time since I have gotten to see her, and admittedly, considering the circumstances and expectations for this upcoming reunion, I am a bit...n-nervous…”

Luna smiles a bit wider at this forthright confession from her former protege, stepping a bit closer and looking him over more closely. “Hmmmm, you poor thing. Luckily for you, your Teacher knows exactly the thing to calm the nerves of a stallion with performance anxiety…”

She leans in a bit closer, gently nipping his neck and giving a soft nicker into his ear before pulling away to look him in the eyes intently. “Take Us. Take Us right here in Our garden, Rose,” she said simply and firmly.

His eyes widen and his face reddens well beyond the normal, appropriate shade of pink it normally bore as she starts to turn around without even waiting for an answer. “I-I’m sorry, what?” he asked softly, trying not to draw attention. The manor might be well and away from most prying eyes, but there was still the occasional elderly pony out for a stroll past here that he had seen since this morning. “I mean, out here, outside in the open…?” he asks more concisely, looking away from her bashfully as she flags her tail. “B-but what if someone sees…”

“And what do you have to be ashamed of if they do hm?” She says in a more firm, confident voice as she looks back at him with a reassuring, commanding smile as she presents her plush, supple haunches to her chosen mate. “They should be honored to have the opportunity to observe such a rare occurrence, to have the privilege of viewing such magnificent, perfected examples of the equine form on display in such an intimate manner,” she says, stomping her hoof gently to accentuate her statement. “Now, come to your teacher and...how did you say...blow Our back out~,” She says, chuckling slightly with the silliness of the modern phrase.

Rose swallows softly and nods at her invitation, slowly approaching her. He bites his lip as he walks up behind her and awkwardly, nervously mounts her. The elder mare seems to delight in his hesitance, his almost demure demeanor. Such a countenance likely suits a handsome stallion of his standing, in her view. “Mnnn yes, that’s a good colt…” she says softly, almost purring it as she brushes her hindquarters firmly back against his pelvis to excite him, slathering his sheathe with her juices and slowly coaxing his manhood from within with her teasing.

Although she is the one underneath him, it is clear to both of them who is in control for the moment. She is toying with him and immensely enjoying the experience. And as much as he might be too embarrassed to admit it,  he finds the entire situation to be quite exciting as well. 

He gives a soft, hitched breath, a dainty gasp at the feeling of his slowly unsheathing flared head brushing against her marehood, and braces himself to begin pushing forward when he hears her speak up in a dark, husky tone dripping with anticipation.

“Mnnn, no...not there my little Princeling. You have already well and tended that particular fertile garden. How about you be a dear and...attend to plowing my backfield…” She says, seeming almost embarrassed but excited to suggest it, angling her rump so that his tip rubs square against her winking blue pucker.

He can feel his ears and his cheeks redden significantly at the suggestion and hesitates. “B-but won’t that erm...hurt a lot if I do it without-”

“Did We stutter, colt?” She said firmly, with a more commanding tone, her eyes hardening and her gaze becoming more intense as she turned and stared back at him challengingly. “We want it to hurt, Rose. Now spear Us on your royal scepter before We push you down and- DEAR BUCKING FAUST!”

Luna slips into the Royal Canterlot Voice for a few moments before bringing one of her hooves to her mouth, biting it to muffle her moans as he does what he is told and pushes that thick, flaring cockhead into her unprepared, raw ponut. Her eyes roll back and a shudder rolls through her body. She gives a loud, greedy moan and pushes back on his now fully unsheathed member greedily in an attempt to coax him into her more quickly. “Mnnnn, yesssssss...That’s a good colt. Just stuff it riiiight in there like We told you,” She says, praising him for his obedience in a more sweet, matronly tone.

He simply whimpers and gives a small, excited nicker at the feeling of how overwhelmingly tight she is around his tip, pushing his powerful hips forward and roughly sliding himself deeper, ever deeper into the silken, sticky hot depths of her clamping rear entrance. The poor thing almost feels as if his shaft is melting away, kneaded to a putty as each inch he stuffed inside of her was massaged and squeezed and milked by the skilled ministrations of the mature mare beneath him.

Locked in her delectable vice-grip, he is barely able to usher forth the wherewithal to speak to her,  scantly managing to mutter the phrase “S-so tight…” As he buries himself halfway within her, stopping to catch his breath, to collect his thoughts.

“Mnnn, it is, isn’t it, Rose?” She taunts softly, her horn sparking to life. Her aura quickly surrounds his flanks, gripping them and suddenly, forcefully pushing him to the hilt inside of her. Her concentration wavers but she lets out a triumphant whinny of pleasure, stamping her forehoof against the ground and digging at the soil as her tunnel spasms around the stallion’s shaft powerfully.

Poor Rose is incredibly overwhelmed. He’s being utterly dominated by the mare beneath him, and between that, her authoritative, motherly demeanor, and the thrill of possibly being discovered (especially with how vocal she was about it), he is thoroughly and well stimulated, his cock pulsing and twitching inside of her as he tries his best to not simply cum then and there.

And it is a good thing he manages to accomplish this herculean task, the Princess of the Night is far from finished with him after all.

Her aura now grips firmly against his mane, pulling it and tugging it until his cheek is flush against her own, the stallion forced to bear his full weight on her, his large frame barely enough to properly cover her in her entirety from above. She pants raggedly for a few moments before collecting herself enough to command him with the pale fire of the moon’s eternal light flashing in her eyes. “Rut us, colt. We tire of holding your hoof~”

Rose swallows dryly, slowly nodding as he wraps his forelegs rightly around her barrel. Resting them just above her hindlegs and gripping her firmly. “Y-yes, Ma’am…” he says in a soft, obedient tone as he begrudgingly pulls his shaft back out of her, slowly, almost gruelingly so before ramming it back into her with a resounding plap as his hips slam into her ample flanks.

The sudden thrust draws a soft squeak from the princess below him. His ear twitches slightly at the sound, the weak, startled vocalization stirring some deep-rooted part of his psyche, demanding he acts on it. Something else twitches as well as his equine subconscious takes to the forefront, milling over this revelation. He grunts softly, pulling back and delivering another harsh, experimental thrust into her suckling, clenching cavern.

Another thrust, another squeal from his lover. He snorts softly against the nape of her neck, his grip on her tightening. Her own ears fall flat submissively against her skull as she realizes what she has gotten herself into, her puckered hole twitching in anticipation as she braces her hind legs to receive him properly. “Oh dear Faust, preserve me…<3”

She only has time for this brief plea to the heavens before he is on her. His instincts take over and his teeth find purchase on the back of her neck, clamping down firmly as he gives a nicker and begins to properly drive his hips against her. Like a machine, his body moves on its own with brutal, natural precision. No thoughts cross his mind save for those focusing on the next drive forward into his mare, his head totally empty, his ego dissolved by such intense, unfamiliar stimulation both physical and mental, his consciousness enraptured by a zen of carnal stallionhood. The entirety of his being in this moment is dedicated to pounding into the velvety, hungry orifice of the mare beneath him.

Luna for her part seems shell-shocked, or perhaps cock shocked by his sudden change of demeanor. Not upset though, far from it a large, dopey smile is plastered across her face as her stomach bulges and deforms slightly from the length of him crammed so deeply inside of her. Her body is forced to jolt forward and a soft grunt ushers forth from deep in her belly, sounding from her every time he sinks to the hilt roughly into her spasming, milking fuckhole of an ass. 

Soon, her simple grunts dissolve into moans, and as she gets her wits back about her to some degree they turn to pleading, eager cries of rapture. “A-ahh, oh stars, YES! Rut me you naughty little colt! Take my ass like a worthless scullery maid until my thoughts leak out of my ears from the pleasure of it!~”

She triumphantly demands satisfaction from her mate, screaming her pleasure to the heavens and slamming her flanks back onto him with weak, wobbling hind legs as well as she could, tongue lolling from her mouth as he continued to take her, seeming to not understand but being driven to pummel her faster, harder by the tone of her pleas. She can feel her marehood spasm and shudders in orgasm, her slit spouting a sudden burst of fluid that reeks of musk and concord grape onto the ground below as she lets out a satisfied wail of satisfaction.

Her own orgasm does nothing to deter the male atop her, and he dutifully continues to pummel and pound her through her climax, leaving her with her eyes rolled back into their sockets as it becomes her turn to be subjected to intense overstimulation.

His heavy, swollen balls slap firmly against her sopping, winking cunt with every pass into her tight backdoor as she rides the best high of any mares life. She savors the heat and sound of his panting, grunting breath in her ear, and basks in the feeling of complete, utter control and simultaneous enthralling helplessness that a mare feels when she has driven a stallion to abandon his reason, to succumb to his bases instincts and fall into a state of rut in his need for her. She lowers her head to the ground, submitting herself to his carnal desire for however long it takes for the alicorn stallion to sate himself, he has well and earned it.

Sadly, even the most glorious experiences of the flesh must at some point, come to an end. Rose quickly found himself approaching his own peak after several long minutes of this constant feral rutting, his shaft swelling, his flare expanding out, and his virile, churning balls drawing tight to the base of his stallionhood as he bites down harder on her neck. He gives a long, low moan as he releases into her, pushing as deep as his anatomy will allow him into her gut as he fires rope after thick, hot, sticky rope of virile seed into her waiting colon. The gods above would surely weep at this waste of a coupling between higher beings if not for the fact that his seed was already planted firmly in her belly the night before. Her stomach slowly expanded and dagged slightly until a sizable lump was formed from the sheer volume of the thick foal batter plastering her innards, a low, long moan escaping her as her legs trembled and struggled to hold up their combined weight when faced with the stimulation of such an intense, deep filling. They quickly lose this battle, the two of them collapsing to the dirt, Rose hugging her tightly from behind, licking and nuzzling against the bite marks left on her neck as the two of them basked in the afterglow.


~~~~~~~~~~~Fifteen Minutes Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~


The two of them lay on the ground close to where they had been previously. Rose is sat back on his flanks, leaning against a trellis with his head lolled back contently. His eyes are closed and he seems quite relaxed as Luna lays between his hind legs, bobbing her head up and down his shaft, every last inch of him gliding slowly in and out of her hungry throat as if she were intent on cleaning every last vestige of their combined fluids from his heavy, plentiful shaft.

He sighs softly, not moving from his position, a hoof grasping her by the scalp and guiding her slowly as she has her way. “You were right, luna. I feel considerably more relaxed after that…”

“Really now? Well, that’s good to hear. I was worried we would have to work a little harder to get you into the right mindset,” A bemused sounding familiar, motherly voice announces from outside of his periphery

His eyes snap open quickly, and he turns his head to see Celestia, standing in the open doorway of the Manors back entrance, giving a small, knowing smirk as she watches Luna continue her task, having not even hesitated to continue as if her sister were not even there.

Or perhaps as if she had been there the entire time. Knowing the two of them it is likely the latter. 

His eyes widen and he flushes in embarrassment at her seeing him this way, trying his best and failing to salvage some small amount of dignity in this situation. “I erm...Hi mom…” he said softly, waving at her weakly with a small, half-hearted smile as she started to chuckle softly, a hoof pressed to her muzzle barely containing her muffled laughter at his delivery. He gives a small sigh and lets his hoof fall back to his side, leaning his head back again and praying silently that Luna finishes with him soon. He is going to need a good rest if they expect even more from him.
> Chapter Three
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It is now the evening of the same day. Rose had taken some time to refresh himself with a shower and a good, long nap. Celestia had been kind enough to allow him to rest in her bedroom, and he is now walking back out into the main sitting room. His hair is slightly mussed but otherwise, he feels remarkably refreshed after the double dicking down he afforded his other teacher earlier in the day.

Celestia smiles as she sees him emerge from her room, knowing that he would be going back in all too soon. This time with her in tow. “Well, good evening, sleepyhead.” She teases gently in that soft, kind voice of hers. She seems to have been waiting for him to awake, there is a platter on the coffee table in the sitting room upon which sits some nice, hot-looking tea in two cups. A kettle between them likely contains more. 

“Mphhh…yeah, thanks, Celestia.” He says in a still somewhat groggy but pleasing voice as he goes to sit in the chair opposite her. He uses his magic to try to straighten up his hair a bit. It had been a bit harder to manage ever since it started doing that thing where it waves on its own, but he’s been managing fine enough. “Thanks for letting me have a bit of time to recover. I was er…pretty beat after all of that erm…exercise…”

She chuckles softly at his awkward phrasing, waving at him nonchalantly with a hoof. “Oh Come now, I’ve been around the block myself once or twice. And I certainly know what the two of you were getting up to. I mean, I even got to actually see some of it.” She says with a small smirk as she sips at her drink. Here, sit down with your dear old mother for a bit and let’s talk. It’s been so long since we’ve been able to talk face to face like this. You know how much I used to adore our breakfast sitdowns…” She says, seeming a little sad as she reminisces over the past.

He nods and takes a seat opposite to her, smiling and trying to reassure her. “Yeah, I’ll admit breakfast feels a little bit less complete without the two of you there,” he says, rubbing at one of his forelegs with the other as he speaks. “Have you ever considered visiting? You know the castle is always open to you as a guest if you wanted to stay for a day, or two….or several.”

She giggles softly at his sweet little invitation, placing a hoof beneath her chin and playfully pondering it for a moment. “Hmmmm, Well, I suppooooose if you really miss me that much I could make some time to stop by for a while. I’m sure Luna would be happy to accompany me. Though it would be a shame if we missed bingo night…”

He gives a small cackle at this and smiles a bit wider. “Just as quick on your hooves as ever, Celestia. Please, never change.”

“Oh, you have nothing to worry about there. When you start getting around my age, you find that change comes less and less readily. Soon you'll be looking back on your life and it’ll be as if nothing about you has changed at all in decades.” She says almost a bit sadly as she smiles down at him in that doting, concerned way he was all too familiar with. That look that said that she just wanted to put him away in a nice cozy room and keep him away from all of the burdens the world had to offer him.

Honestly, there were days when he wished he could simply surrender himself utterly to those eyes, to indulge her deep yearning to nurture and protect as he had in his earliest days at the castle. But he is a stallion with far more responsibilities now, and many more years and experiences behind him, and to indulge her would be to insult the culmination of all of her hard work in caring for him as well as she had. Through all of her faults, she truly did care, and he would never stoop so low as to succumb to his weakness and shame her, even to grant her dearest wish.

Though perhaps, he can pretend with her, just for today. Pretend like he is still that vulnerable, helpless little colt she saw his ass when he first arrived and allow himself to be swept up in her embrace one more time.

“I hope that those days are still a good ways off for me, Celestia. As much as I do admittedly wish things could stay the same. Or even sometimes, I wish they could go back to how they are. You aren't the only one who has things they miss about the past you know.” he says as he looks up at her, responding to her doting gaze with a wide-eyed, vulnerable look. One he had not given to her in many years, and one he had not meant more than he did now in even longer.

As he meets her eyes that way, her own widen slightly and her breath catches in a fetching, almost eager manner that belied her hopes as her cheeks turned a soft, subtle pink that barely registered against even the softest tones of the color that normally graced her creamy fur. “R-really now…? And what might some of those things you miss so dealy be, my…dearest son?”

He smiles sheepishly at the term of endearment, but more so in the tone it was used in. it was affectionate of course, but gently dripped with underlying tinges of desire and invitation that only a master of subtlety possessing the elder Princess’ years of experience could layer together meaningfully. He responds slowly, looking down at the teacup he held in his hives. “Well, I will admit that you always did make me feel very…safe, and comfortable around you. You always seemed to know just what to say, and just how to comfort me when I needed it most. I guess I just sort of miss being your…what did you use to call me…your little rosebud?”

He does not need to look up from his beverage to guess at her expression. Excited, but hesitant to press the matter, eyes doubtless a fraction of an inch wider than is appropriate to match her normal calm, controlled demeanor as he hears her breath audibly hitch at the way he practically purrs out the old pet name. He slowly brings the cup to his lips and sips, giving a satisfied hum. “Mnnnn nothing like a nice hot cup of tea to get you up in the morning. Except maybe a cup of coffee…”

“Hm, I will have to politely disagree there.” She says with a small, wry smile as she brings her own cup to her lips and sips softly, catching to the game now. It was not a matter of if he wanted to indulge, but simply when they would finally walk together into her bedroom to do so. “My dearest little Rosebud, you know that your mother will always be happy to allow you to bask in her embrace. I will always be there for you if you need a place to rest your weary head and dry your tears.” She says in a gentle, matronly tone as she continues to observe him. “What we will be doing here tonight is simply an extension of that intimacy we already share”

She sets her teacup down again and smirks a bit more obviously, raising an eyebrow. “Granted it may be an…unconventional extension, but if you have lived as long as I have without venturing outside of convention now and again you have certainly not been living so much as simply existing while being alive. Wouldn’t you agree, my Princeling?

“I-I suppose you have a point there. I have certainly had some unconventional moments in my own journey, and I imagine I will have quite a few more before the end of it…” he says, it now being his turn to blush. His coat, though far pinker than her own, did a much poorer job of hiding his considerably heavier blush. The silly colt should know better than to think to combat a roaring blaze with a simple candlelight.

She decides to press her little offensive “So then…Speaking of unconventional, How was my sister hm? I will admit I am a bit jealous that she got to go first. And Second” She says with a slight playful digging tone to her otherwise soothing, gentle voice as she looks him slowly up and down. “I imagine it went well? It must have, I can still smell the grapes on you even after your shower. That unconventional little romp must have gotten you both quite hot and bothered, yes?”

He chokes slightly on his beverage at the sound of this teasing remark from the former Diarch. He thumps his chest wide-eyed and flails a bit before managing to swallow and respond. “I-it was excellent, yes. She er…certainly put me through my paces. I haven’t gone into rut that way since Applejack jumped me on our five year anniversary with the…erm, sorry, I am sure it’s a bit inappropriate to be talking about my encounters with other mares, given the circumstances…” he says sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his head with one of his hooves and smiling at her apologetically.

“Oh no, Rose. It’s fine. Really, you should enjoy these things while you can. You are in the flower of your youth, if you will forgive the pun,.” She says with a small chuckle as she observes him with a gentle, motherly pride on her face. “You only get to be less than a century old once, after all. Before you know it, all of the pleasures the world can bring you will slowly become more mundane. Your power will grow as your connection to the physical becomes less important to you and you turn inwards. It is rewarding in its own right, of course, but what you have now is special to an immortal. Savor it while you can.”

He blinks slowly at her little lecture, feeling a bit less at ease than he had before she started. “Uh…yeah. I’m honestly still not really used to the whole idea of living forever. I mean, I’m still in my thirties. Even if I were mortal I would still have more than half of my life ahead of me.” He says as he looks down at the ground for a few long moments. “I still have so much I wanna do with so many ponies. It’s just hard to imagine life without them, o…or wanting to live without them, you know…?” 

She falters as she sees him suddenly downtrodden by his own thoughts and realizes that the direction of the conversation has become less conducive to her initial teasing. She takes a different angle, the angle he needed her to take. The one that would all but surely seal the deal.

As he continues to look down, he feels a comforting hoof come to rest on his shoulder. He looks up to see her, the mare who had taken him under her wing so many years ago, smiling comfortingly at him in that same way she always had. In that same way she likely always would whenever he was down on himself. “My faithful student. No, my dearest Son,” she says, taking her hoof from his shoulder and cupping his cheek gently. “That is exactly what I mean, treasure those feelings while you can still feel them in their full intensity. Don’t let a day pass by where you don’t embrace the fullness of your own joy, or despair, or hope, or sorrow…or love…”

She slowly leans forward, pressing her lips to his own gently and humming as she strokes his mane soothingly. As her wings close around him he feels as he always had in that position. Comforted, safe. He leans into the kiss more deeply, wrapping his hooves almost needily around her neck and drawing the two of them closer until their chests pressed against one another firmly. He clings to her, giving a soft mewl against her lips as she utters her own low, content moan at the feeling.

When their lips separate, both of their faces are flushed, his more than hers. She chuckles softly as her horn begins to glow, her aura encompassing him.

He squeals with surprise as she lifts him in her arcane grasp and carries him back towards her bedroom. “Mnnn, you’ll have to forgive my eagerness, Rose, but it’s been far too long. Momma needs this.”

He blushes heavily at this, his member already beginning to unsheathe sheerly at the tone of voice she took with him when those words left her mouth. “Y-yes Mom…” he says simply, obediently relaxing and allowing himself to be carried as he makes a small silent prayer to the powers that be that he will come out of the other end of this with his pelvis intact. It is mostly a matter of course however, he knows it will be fine. 

And if it wasn’t, Celestia would do what she had always done. 

She’d make things better, even if only a little.
> Chapter Four
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As Celestia throws him onto the bed, he lets out a small gasp on impact. He looks up and watches the older mare approach, her eyes cast over his large, vulnerable frame with a sultry expression. “Hm, yes. Just relax for me like a good little colt…” she says softly as she slides her way onto the bed with him. She looms over him in an imposing, almost intimidating manner, placing a single hoof on his crotch and slowly rubbing up and down against his sheath. 

He shudders slightly at this and allows his head to loll back slightly. He gives a small moan and spreads his legs a little more for the dominant mare as she leans down and begins to gently kiss him as his member slowly slides out from within the confines of his sheath, steadily growing larger as it becomes properly erect.

Her lips on his feel warm, wonderful, welcoming as he closes his eyes and slowly tilts his head, deepening the kiss between them with a small satisfied noise. His forelegs slowly reach up to rest wrapped around her neck as he savors the affection and allows the other to indulge herself in the moment. 

She pulls back, chuckling softly as she starts to kiss her way down his neck, his chest, down his belly. His midsection trembles a bit at the delicate feeling of the elder royal’s delicate velvety lips traveling across his stomach until she comes face to face with his heavy endowment. 

As his gaze returns to her, the two of them lock eyes once more. His heart races, thumping wildly, just barely contained by his ribcage as she takes him slowly between her two front hooves. 

“Hmmmm, well well, it certainly is nice to have your attention. Perhaps if you had been this attentive during our lectures, You would have Ascended sooner, my faithful student…”

She gives a soft little chuckle as she peppers gentle kisses up and down the belly of his pulsing stallionhood before stopping at the tip and slowly, almost gruelingly so opening her mouth. Her breath washes hot and heavy over his member before finally, mercifully the moist and welcoming cavern that is the royals hungry maw engulfs his pulsing tip.

Rose is unable to respond to her playful lecturing before she begins swiftly, forcefully descending the length of him. His eyes roll back slightly at the feeling but he fights it. He exerts his will to maintain eye contact with the mare currently trying to suck the soul out of him through his cock like it was a straw that tapped into his very essence. 

He eagerly takes it all in, the sultry, half-lidded rapturous expression, the sight of her soft, plump lips dragging up and down his potent length, the sound of her moaning, swallowing and occasionally lightly gagging around him as she works her way down deeper onto him until finally, those same lips are pressed victoriously against his hips as she swirls her tongue with an unearthly skill that did little to belie her true immortal splendor.

“C-Celestia…” he calls out ever so softly as she continues to pleasure him. His soft plea brings an amused glint to the Princess’ eye as she speeds up her ministrations, a hoof drifting idly downward to gently cup and lift his jewels as she works him. She slowly pulls herself from his shaft with a wet, sloppy pop, licking her lips before speaking. “Mphh…yes? I trust my faithful student is enjoying his lesson.” She says a tad playfully, tilting her head just slightly to nudge him to speak his piece before she goes back to devouring it.

He nods in response to her initial inquiry, swallowing heavily. “Y-yes, very much so as a matter of fact. I was simply erm…uh…” He trails off somewhat lamely, averting his eyes with a hint of embarrassment. “Please continue,” he finally finishes, not much else coming to mind to speak of on his part.

A small laugh escapes her, as beautiful as a lingering windchime. She simply nods and begins to move her head back down but stops. She seems to have thought of something. “Actually, Rose….be a dear and lay back, won’t you?” She asks kindly, looking to him with newly heightened anticipation.

No sooner has he complied and rested himself flush against the bed for her does she turn about and swiftly bring her glorious, ample creamy hindquarters crashing down onto his face. She gives a satisfied sigh even as he gives a surprised yelp against her nethers, the hot breath and vibration giving slight stimulation as she wiggles her rump atop his face while she sees to getting nice and comfortable on her new seat.

“Mphh..there we go. I think this will be a far more ideal arrangement for both of us. I know how much you love my flanks, you know. Luna has teased me more than once about the contents of your dreams, Rose. You naughty little colt you…” She teases him as she slowly lowers her head down again, and in moments has devoured him in his entirety.

Rose can only let out a pleasured scream, a few octaves higher than he would have liked as he finds a hot, wet, objectively divine maw wrapped firmly around him to the very sheath of his stallionhood. Her nose is buried in his sack, huffing greedily as her tongue swirls around in a way that he can only accurately describe as him Getting That Spin Cycle 3000 Double Decker Pecker Wrecker Sloppy Toppy.

His screams seem to drive her to please him further, and her head begins to bob vigorously, wet, gagging sounds eagerly emanating from her slobbering maw, her eyes rolling back and tearing up in a way that would probably be quite titillating to him were he not already quite happily sandwiched between the best set of flanks to yet grace the surface of Equestria.

And indeed, he is quite happy with his position. Celestia had not simply been taunting when she spoke of how much he fancied her backside Once he had gathered enough fragments of his psyche together to register what was happening beyond “Damn, this shit good,” he was already hard at work at returning the favor.

As his tongue slips into her waiting, pulsing hot slit, they both let out a deep, guttural moan. Her from the long-awaited sensation of any sort of penetration, and him from soaking in the taste and scent of an alicorn thrown into the deepest depths of her heat. His synapses fire and snap as his instincts override any sense of reason he might have possessed moments ago that do not immediately concern the imminent pleasure and impregnation of the mare riding his face like a fucking bicycle. 

His forelegs shoot up and firmly grasp at her haunches, hooves sinking into her cutie marks and drawing another sudden loud moan from her as he begins to lap and slurp at her more fervently. He doesn’t bother with technique. If she’s going to treat him like a schoolcolt, he’s going to go at her like one, sloppy and needy and dripping nearly as much as her nethers with enthusiasm. He groans with satisfaction at the taste of her and is only slightly surprised to find her starting to roll her hips and grind down onto his muzzle wantonly before her head slips from his shaft and is thrown back, her tongue lolling out. A keening, delighted whinny ripping from her throat as he body shakes atop him and drenches his face in her cum. As her orgasm draws to a close she returns her attention to his loins, redoubling her attentions.

The sounds escaping her cock-clogged, gulping throat defy adequate description by his reckoning. Either that or she is getting him so worked up at this point that he simply lacks the brainpower to dedicate to the task. Either way, both the sensations and the sound of her are driving him to his limit. He can feel his balls begin to draw tight against his base. 

She seems to be able to tell he is drawing close to his finish as well and attempts to withdraw, presumably to proceed to the main event,  only to find herself forced back down to the base, a set of powerful, sculpted hind legs wrapped around her neck, practically choking her out as she feels herself be roughly flipped onto her back. A heavy, deliciously oppressive weight settles on her, and her vision is filled with nothing but the heavy balls she was just doing her very best to suck dry. She might normally object and attempt to retain control of the situation. After all, she was having such fun toying with her precious little colt. But the scent of him in the throws of rut atop her and the feeling of being pressed down upon tells her heat-addled mind to submit and take whatever her stud colt sees fit to give her. Her eyes roll back and she relaxes under him, legs splayed to the sides in a gesture of her surrender.

He slowly pulls his lips from her slit and wipes his mouth with his foreleg, before returning his attention to the matter at hoof. A wide smile crosses his face as he grinds his shaft in her throat with a sloppy, carefree circular rhythm, causing her to gag and clench her throat around him, drool issuing forth from her maw and humiliatingly starting to dribble down her face, coating and dampening his heavy balls. “Hmmm, I may have missed that particular lesson in regards to Pony Anatomy, but I do not recall face-sitting being a viable method of reproduction. Since we are going to be rough with our foreplay, I’m sure mommy won’t mind…”

He slowly draws his cock back out of her throat, And for a brief moment, she has a glimmer of hope that he might pull out and give her what she needs until she comes back to herself just a bit.
“...if her little colt has…”

He pulls back almost to the tip, the flare still lodged firmly in her muzzle. She can see the entire thing with her head hanging off of the edge of the bed, the throbbing, kicking length pointing down at her accusingly like the barrel of an executioner’s rifle. Her eyes widen as she fully comprehends what he seems to intend, and her only thought is a simultaneously incredulous and deeply aroused “He Wouldnt”

“...some FUN!”

As he finishes his exclamation, he suddenly *rams* forward, his slobber-soaked balls colliding with her face and a sloppy, wet smack as he hilts himself in her mouth once more. Her body spasms and she squirms under him for a brief moment before going slack again.

The first thing to escape her throat is a healthy amount of the concoction of spittle and precum that currently coated her throat and his shaft, followed by an indecent, loud “GHHRRLLK!” which was followed shortly by a wanton moan. It sends pleasurable vibrations up the length of him, and to his delight, her face presses forwards into his crotch, her tongue snaking out to greedily swirl around his shaft.

“Glad to see you agree that turn about is fair play, mommy~” he teases, giving her flank a hard, firm smack before he puts his body into motion properly. His hips piston back and forth violently as he punishes her throat. He cannot see her face down below, but if the way she is mindlessly worshipping every inch of what he is giving her is any indication, she is probably not too upset with his little ploy.

Not that he is too terribly concerned about it right now. No, as much as he cares for her, in the throws of his rut, he could do more or less anything to her and neither of them would even think of backing down until she was properly bred. They are far too into things now to simply call it quits, for a mares heat and a stallion’s rut are powerful things, and those of Alicorns may times over so.

Celestia had been the one to foist that power onto more than a hoof full of either extremely lucky or deeply unfortunate stallions in her time, but today, she would be granted the privilege of being subjected to it in turn. She feels his shaft throb and swell in her throat as his pace becomes more frantic, more erratic, and before she has overly much time to dwell on it, it stops. His hips press against her muzzle roughly, holding as deep as he can manage to slip himself into her gullet as his stallionhood kicks and pulse. She can taste him on every ragged breath she manages to draw past the length lodged within her as he unloads right into her stomach. 

Hot, rich, and ungodly thick, his seed pours from him in heavy ropes as he lets out his own ecstatic whinny in a masculine mirror to her own earlier raptured cries and she eagerly tightens her lips around him to greedily drink down every drop of it until he is left at the end of his orgasm panting and triumphant.

But both of them know this will hardly suffice for what they have in mind. Neither of the pair is truly satisfied to allow it to end here. So when  He is tossed off of her and pinned in a golden aura to the bed on his back, He is startled, but not surprised. He gives a squeak, followed by an embarrassed chuckle as he watches his teacher collect herself and crawl along the bed over to him with a powerful desire smoldering in her eyes harder than even when they started!

His eyes meet her own somewhat sheepishly, he feels as if he is the one at the end of a gun now. Or perhaps more aptly in the gaze of a predator seeking to eat him alive. “E-eheheh…er…no hard feelings about that, right?”

She smiles wide down at him as she plants herself in his lap. His  cock sandwiched between her ample teats. She slides her hooves down to rub at his chest, allowing them to trail down his belly before coming to rest on the glorious alabaster mounds encircling his manhood. “Hmmm, I don’t know, Rose. I think you are still feeling quite hard…” She presses them together and gyrates her hips, stroking up and down his length with them ever so slightly to tease him “But I think if you are willing to be a good little colt for just a bit longer, mommy can take care of that for you…”

As she speaks she lifts herself slightly, a hoof sliding along his shaft, holding it in place “mphhh…you’ve been such a naughty colt today, Haven’t you, Rose?”

He’s practically entranced by her as she speaks down to him in that sultry, perversely nurturing tone, a shiver passing through him as he nods slowly “W-wall, I suppose I my behavior the last few days could certainly be reasonably categorized that way…”

He’s doing his best to play along, but he’s really having a hard time maintaining focus on anything but the sight of her rubbing the flared head of his dripping stallionhood all over her drenched, hungry cun. She can see his anticipation, and honestly, her own matches it quite closely if she is being honest with herself.  She does them both a favor and finally stops beating around the bush. “Well, Then I suppose I’ll need to be a good mother and take responsibility for  settling you down.”

She slowly started sinking herself onto him inch by inch over the course of at least a grueling thirty seconds until she is finally, comfortably settled at the hilt. She rolls her hips and squeezes down around the heavy shaft, drawing a soft pleasured gasp from the stallion beneath her as he begins to roll his hips in turn.

He opens his mouth to respond, but before he can issue another silly, heat of the moment quip, a hoof gently presses to his lips. “Shhhhh, no talking. Just let me take care of you,” she says softly, planting her front hooves on his chest as she began to slowly bounce atop him. 

And so he does. He lays back, relaxing and allowing the mare to have her way. And he has to admit, she looks incredible doing so. Her head is tossed back in delight at both the physical pleasure and the enjoyment she seems to be deriving from the more dominant position. Adorable little gasps and grunts escape her lips time and time again as she starts to bounce slowly faster, harder in his lap, eager for greater stimulation.  He can feel her convulse and twitch around him as her pleasure begins to accumulate towards its natural conclusion and helps her along, bucking up a bit to meet her on each drop of her haunches to send himself even deeper into her.

His efforts, while relatively tame, do not go unappreciated, drawing further delighted sounds from his partner as her hooves grasp at the floof of his chest firmly to tug him up into a deep, sensual slow kiss.

Their lips meet eagerly, and their tongues tangle together as they both move faster, more fervently as the culmination of their pairing draws ever closer. He can feel himself swell within her as his balls draw tight to his shaft once more. He pulls from the kiss for a few moments to mutter a warning against her lips “Mphh…C-Celestia, I’m…”

She shushes him, locking eyes with his with an intensity matching the light of the sun itself. “Don’t speak, just let it out for me like a good colt…” She says before pulling him in to continue to kiss him as she slams her hips down onto his one final time, rolling her hips and squeezing down in a desperate attempt to milk him for all he is worth.

The attempt is of course, spectacularly successful. He reaches up and embraces her as tightly as he can, pulling her down atop him and allowing himself to let loose. Hot, thick seed erupts from him and lands deep within her as nature intended, and as she very much desired. The loud moans that would have normally emanated from her were muffled by their continued, impassioned kissing As the both of them rode out a final, satisfying climax.

She collapses on top of him as her body finally goes limp. The two of them are utterly exhausted after their session and simply relax into a content, satisfied tangle of limbs, gently petting one another and softly muttering as they soak in the afterglow of their romp.

And so the rest of the afternoon passes.
> Epilogue- A Beautiful Sunrise
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Several Years Later


IT was very early morning. Nearly sunrise, in fact, and Rose stands in front of a mirror combing his hair, humming a familiar song from long ago in his life that reminds him for some reason of both his old home and the Everfree. A rather upbeat, simple tune. A...minuet, if he recalled the terminology correctly from his music lessons with dear old Octavia. Or does he remember from longer ago? 

He gives a small shrug and finishes his combing, carefully styling his hair into his favored long braid before exiting his suite and making his way down the hall. Since he is finished preparing, he may as well check up on... 

"Summer Rose, Caldwell, Are you two almost finished in there?" he asks, giving a knock on each door across from each other with an ethereal...hand. it did feel almost a bit strange to refer to it that way still, but in his opinion, "claw" was and still is simply inappropriate for the task.

But back to the matter at ha...hoof. as he calls out, the door on the left swings open, and out through it strides a rather adorable young alicorn filly.

She is a pleasant, soft pink. Paler than that of her sire, but not as subtle as her dam. Her hair falls in banded shades of darker pinks all the way down to the coat color of her sire, marked with a cutie mark of a flower with a blossom in the shape of the sun, only parted by her horn. Her eyes though, her eyes are the striking, warm magenta of her dear mother, beaming quite happily as she trots from her room with a pep in her step, flapping her wings a bit to stretch them out, using her magic to adjust the string of pearls she wears around her neck. "Ready daddy!" 

"Very good! How is my little filly feeling hm, ready for her big day?" Rose asks with an approving smile, gently patting her head.

"I sure am, daddy! I can't wait, I'm sure mom is gonna be sooo proud of me when I do it all by myself!" she says giddily as she prances in place.

"Not just her! I will be too. of course, I'm always proud of you both." he says, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

She swats at him ineffectually, pushing him away "daddyyyyy!' She whines, clearly embarrassed by the praise and affection, causing her father to chuckle as he starts walking over to the other door "Caldwell, are you doing alright in there, son?"

He receives no answer. He raises an eyebrow and slowly pulls open the door, trotting into the other's room. it is littered with a great number of interesting trinkets and decor with an astrological flair. they even have a telescope and their own little observation deck on the balcony, an excellent and thoughtful gift from his mother a few years back.

Speaking of him, there he is! A bit bigger than his sister, but slimmer. he is standing in front of the mirror, all dressed and ready to go, but asleep on his feet, snoring lightly. His coat is a rich, pleasant purple, marked by a cutie mark of a soft pink, flowery nebula with a full moon superimposed in front of it, And his mane a lighter tone, complemented by a rather adorable bow tie. He favors his father's fashion sense, it seems.

Rose gives them a few gentle shakes with his magic wordlessly as he smiles down at them, and the colt wakes with a small start, stomping his front hoof "O-oh! Yeah, I'm ready dad!" he says still slightly drowsy as he shakes his head and looks up at the older stallion with a small apologetic smile. "S-sorry..."

"Awe, no need to apologize, Caldwell. I know you're a night owl." he says, giving him a playful nudge with a hoof on his shoulder before trotting out into the hallway "meet me outside with your sister in a few minutes. I'm going to go and greet the rest of the family at the entrance. And remember, Champ, you're gonna do great things someday, don't be down on yourself." he says warmly, encouragingly as he trots his way out of the door.

"Y-yeah, thanks Dad," he says, getting a bit more hitch in his giddyup, straightening his tie and looking a bit more sure of himself as he finishes getting ready for the occasion.


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Rose makes his way out to the main entrance of the castle, looking this way and that. The escorts left about half an hour ago, so they should be arriving about-

"DAD!"

An excited, southern twang rings through the air as a hot pink blur  streaked through the air towards him, collidig with is chest. 

Were he a weaker stallion, he would have been bowled over, sent tumbling back a few feet even! But Rose has long since become accustomed to the strength of an earth pony, allowing him to endure as the happy adolescent colt clung to him, hugging them back with one leg kindly and nuzzling into his soft, golden locks, careful not to judge his horn. "Well hey there, Jambosier. Is my favorite little farmer doing well?"

The little colt looks up at him with a pair of bright green eyes. Honestly, were it not for his horn and the slight difference in color, The little guy is almost the spitting image of his uncle. It's quite endearing in his father's opinion, Macintosh is a good stallion, and Jambosier seems to take after him well enough, as evidenced both by how well his powerful frame was filling out as puberty began to take hold, and by his short, cheerful response of "Eyup!" As he pulls away and gives a short nod to the question, letting Rose get a look at his cutie mark, a bright, Golden Delicious apple, more specifically, a Pommes des Alpes de Haute Durance if Rarity was correct in her knowledge of Prench cuisine, which she always was.

"Darn tootin! The little rascal might be a unicorn, but he sure bucks like an Apple if I ever saw one!" A familiar voice calls out from behind him. Rose looks up from his son to see his mother approaching, her hair tied into a messy bun, and her grandmother's scarf adorning her neck. Rose winced internally, remembering when Granny had passed, but this is a happy moment, a time for cheer and welcoming! There is no time for such things now, he has a family to greet!

"Well, that's great to hear, Applejack. I trust your trip was pleasant?" he asks as he gently releases his son to walk over to his mother, who nods and looks up at him warmly. "I mean, as nice as a train ride can be, I reckon. Rainbow Dash Sends her regards by the way. She wanted to be here with us, but official Wonderbolts business and all that. Some kinda hubbub goin on over in Griffonstone."

"Ah well, it is what it is,"  he says good-naturedly, leaning in to hug the mare gently, allowing her to wrap her hooves around his neck for a moment before they both pull away. "Congratulations, by the way, I heard about the proposal. When are you girls gonna tie the knot anyway?"

"Probably a few months from now, thanks for getting your RSVP done so quick by the by! I'm honestly a little surprised you took the news so well."

"Applejack, we haven't been that way with each other in *years*, not since a bit after Jammy was born. I've had plenty of time to get over it." he said as he waved a hoof nonchalantly. "besides, you deserve to be with someone who can grow old with you, and be there with you and support you in way's I just can't being a prince and all. Beside's. We'll always have the memories of those long hot summer nights on the farm, won't we?" He finishes, leaning in and whispering this last sentence playfully.

Applejack blushes a bit at this and pushes him away, giving a small scowl. "Alright, enough of that there, Cassaneighva!" She says without much drive behind it as she tries not to smirk. "So uh...is *she* gonna be coming...?"

he grimaces slightly but takes a deep breath, putting a smile back on. "yes! The situation between us aside, we do still have a child together, and I will tolerate her if it means I still get to spend time with-

With a sudden loud POP, and a small puff of light and smoke, Eris appears on the steps of the castle, a set of bags in her claws, and a purple coated earth pony colt in tow. 

"Honey, I'm hoooome!" She calls, dropping her bags, which pop open only for a swarm of moths to erupt from within, presumably heading towards the nearest clothing store for lunch as she walks to join the group with the colt trotting close behind.

Rose grits his teeth slightly and gives her his best attempt at a smile. "Ahhh yes, Hello Eris. So Kind of you to join us,m thank you for bringing Screwball along," he says as he eyes toe colt with a much more sincere, warm expression.

"Well, of course! Can't have family portrait day without your firstborn, now can you?" She says with a smirk, gesturing for the young one to go to his father. "Go on Screwball, go say hello!"

Once he has permission, the colt seems to practically...no, *literally* float his way over to his father, smiling wide and going in for a hug "hey dad!" he says, seeming quite excited to get to see the stallion, hugging him tightly around his neck, with Rose reciprocating the gesture contentedly.

Rose pulled away after a few more moments, smiling proudly down at them. Sure the circumstances of their birth were...less than pleasant to think about, but Screwball was still his firstborn. Eris had named him Mordred, but he had gone ahead with calling him Screwball almost sheerly for pure spite against her tasteless attempt at poetic irony, and when his cutie mark had come in, well, he had felt fairly vindicated to say the least. 

He brushed aside the colt's purple, white highlighted mane to get a better look at his swirling eyes, giving him a warm, paternal smile "So, how has my little troublemaker been?"

"Great! Mom has been teaching me more about how to use our magic!" he says excitedly as he rummages through nothing next to him and from within it pulls out what seems to be a can of peanut brittle. "Here, these are for you!" He says proudly, barely containing a chuckle as he looks at the jar with thinly veiled anticipation.

Rose Plays along for the moment, reaching out with his magic and taking the jar "Oh! How thoughtful, a gift!" he says, squinting as he makes a show of examining it. "Hmmm, peanut brittle huh? Thanks, sport! Here, let me get some!"

Screwball leans in eagerly, his tail whirring excitedly like a helicopter blade behind him as his father reaches to remove the jar, but...it seems he is having some difficulty. He grunts and attempts to turn the lid once, twice with seemingly no effect!

"huh, I think the lid is stuck, champ," he says, handing the jar back to a now somewhat confused and disappointed-looking Screwball, who takes a look for himself, twisting the lid and popping it right off.

"Huh...? No, it's not, see! It came righ- AHHHHHHH!" he screams out, cut off as suddenly a cavalcade of colorful, springy snakes pop from the jar, slithering all over him as he runs about the plaza. "ahh, get them off, get them oooooofff!"

After having himself a little chuckle, Rose picks the other up in his magic, using it to dispel the snakes before setting him back down with a smirk "Good try, Screwball, but you forget how long I've known your mom. You'll have to get up pretty early in the morning to get the drop on your old man with an old gag like that." he says with a wink, patting them on the head, drawing a small chuckle from the defeated prankster, the gambit securely in his father's favor.

"Yeah, yeah, you got me dad, that's 152-0. Don't you think you could let me have one?" The colt asks, giving his father a big, watery-eyed pout that he was getting just a bit too old to be able to pull off.

Rose scratches his chin with a hoof as he looks down at his son, seeming to strongly consider the idea. "Hmmmm.....no!" he says as he stomps his hoof, giving them a mischievous, playful smile before tousling his hair as the colt gives a defeated groan.

"Now now, none of that, take it on the chin and try to do better next time, you'll get it eventually! Now, go and play with your brother, We still have to wait for-"

"Wait for who, exactly?" A warm, regal voice sounds out from the castle doors. Celestia and Luna make their way down the steps, looking well-rested and ready to start the day, with Caldwell and Summer in tow. 

Rose smiles and trots over to them, kissing each of the princesses gently on the cheek. "Glad to see you two so up and at em! Thank's for wrangling the kids, I almost forgot!

"It was no problem at all, Our...er...my...nono, Our Prince," Luna says, nodding to her sister with a smile, seeming mollified by the kiss, gently rubbing Caldwell's back to help keep the poor sleepy thing awake as they chatted. "We are all quite busy today, after all. It is quite a big day, especially considering the occasion."

Celestia smiles wide at the mention of this, patting dear little Summer rose. "indeed, my precious little ray of sunshine will finally get her chance to move the sun all on her own this year. Why, in a few years, her and her brother will be moving the bodies all on their own on a daily basis. Ah, it brings back memories of when my sister and I were young..."

"You are both still plenty young, Celestia." Rose objects gently, placing a hoof on her shoulder and rubbing a bit, drawing a more smarmy grin from for former diarch as her sister chimes in. 

"Really, is that why you constantly refer to us both as "Milf", Rose?" Luna says in a haughty, teasing voice, giving him a small wink, and drawing disgusted, childish groans from the two foals as they try to cover their ears bowing to the ground to do so.

Rose holds in his amusement and shrugs, trying to play it off "I mean, to be fair, you are both quite milfy, but even so, we all still have plenty of years left in us!"

The conversation goes on like this for some time as the lot of them share their collective company, savoring the time they are able to spend together, not just as a collective of gods and monsters and royals and mortals, but as a family.

And when the crowds had gathered and Rose stood there with his dear friend, fellow student, and co-ruler, and watched his
one and only daughter raise the sun to the uproarious applause of the masses, he could not help but feel that today, on this special morning, the sun was gloriously bright.