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A Princess' Steed

Chapter Eight

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Chris Silverhoof

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"All to attention! Reverse position!"

Kevin scrambled to keep up, a full head and shoulders taller than most of the other ponies in the guard. True, there were some lankier ones and earth ponies built like rocks, all sequestered into different strains of talent within the Canterlot Guard, but that didn't mean that he didn't stand out. Regardless of how he towered, everyone had their place and it seemed that Kevin was about to find his too.

Shining Armour, away from the Crystal Empire specifically to train the new recruits, was especially ruthless. He scowled and flung out his hoof, the guards rushing to obey. Their hooves, however, were clumsy and Kevin stifled a grunt as he tripped - and not for the first time either. No matter what he did, he didn't seem able to co-ordinate his equine body, or at least not to the level that ponies born with four legs were able to command.

He heard the whispers though and turned his muzzle from them in the showers, standing with his back to the other recruits as the water washed the grime and sweat of training from his coat. They glared and made faces, ears pinned and tails clamped down so firmly that one would have thought there was a strong wind blowing up their backs, though Shining Armour was as pleasant as the pony equivalent of a drill sergeant possibly could be. Shaking the water from his mane and tail, Kevin yawned and let his head hang low as he clip-clopped from the recruit barracks, barely seeing any other pony as he left with only one particular pony on his mind.

He chanced a smile and inquisitive tilt of his head at a passing unicorn stallion who looked just about as tired as he felt. The pony with a blue coat looked surprised to be so addressed, but returned his smile with his own and trotted into the showers with what Kevin hoped was a little more spring in his step. One day and one pony at a time: that was the way to do it. It wasn't that he hadn't tried to talk to them, only that they had their own problems to deal with without taking a weird pony that stood much taller than them and was clearly in the princess' figurative good scrolls into consideration.

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"Kevin!"

He sighed and stepped to the side of the corridor, hooves already set inside the palace, seeming to have hardly managed to get far into its bounds before being accosted. Twilight Sparkle raced up to him, the smaller dragon, Spike, trailing behind her with a scroll clasped in his paws.

Skidding to a halt, she looked at him expectantly and he realised with a start that he had not greeted her in turn. He cleared his throat, pain searing up the length of his neck. A sore throat for a horse was something very different than what it could have been for a human being.

"Hi, Twilight," he murmured, voice hoarse. "What's going on? Can I help with something?"

"No - not right now, at least, it looks like you've had a crazy busy day. Was Shining Armour good with you? I know how much he loves training the new recruits."

Kevin winced.

"He does, ah, have a rather loud voice."

Twilight laughed and shook her head.

"He loved playing guard and invader when we were younger, but I preferred sitting down with a good book. He was always trying to rope me into something or the other, that poor pony. I'm glad he got to live out his dreams now too, even if he is in charge of the guards of the Crystal Empire. It was the Canterlot Guard that his heart was set on, right back when he was a colt. He likes to have his part to play too."

Kevin blinked and tilted his head, one word blurring into the next until her chatter became a wall of noise before him. Swaying on his hooves, he leaned against the wall for support as Spike tapped Twilight behind her foreleg, drawing her attention gently away.

"Uh, Twilight? I think Kevin has somewhere else to be right now."

Twilight stopped dead mid-sentence, eyes snapping to Spike.

"What? But we have a mentoring session scheduled. We have to go over the history of Canterlot and how the city was formed after the defeat of Nightmare Moon, Princess Celestia moving from The Castle of the Two Sisters!"

Spike's lips twitched.

"I don't think he'd be able to concentrate on lessons tonight, even if he wanted to, Twilight. Look at him."

Kevin winced.

"Do I look that bad?"

Spike shook his head and threw the pony a pointed look.

"Besides... I think he has somewhere to be tonight. Somewhere somepony else has asked him to go."

Twilight looked between Spike and Kevin several times, comprehension dawning on her while Kevin turned varying shades of red. If he'd been a unicorn, he would have been thinking of a spell to make him disappear into the floor or at the very least teleport somewhere far, far away.

The alicorn started, wings flaring out.

"Oh! Oh, yes, of course. How silly of me to not think of your other activities!"

Twilight grinned and winked, tail flicking as she giggled.

"Wouldn't want to keep you from that now, would I?"

Kevin sighed and smiled to himself as he continued through the castle to the princess' private chambers. Luna was due to rise at any time and he peered down the hallway before darting down and through Celestia's door. Having seen him come by time and time again on his own will and the princess' gentle summons, the guards in the traditional golden armour only shared a smirk as he passed them with a mumbled apology.

Celestia stood on the balcony, her front hooves on the intricate railing bordering the platform as she looked up at the slowly setting sun. Her horn glowed as the orange and crimson rays glanced off her white coat, adding colour to it that he had never had the good fortune to see before in all her purity.

"Long day?" He said, nosing her side.

"As long as I made it."

The princess smiled at her own joke and Kevin snorted, a chuckle bubbling up from his throat.

"Really now."

"Yes," Celestia said, or at least tried to say as a yawn distorted her words. "But I could not stop myself from allowing the sun to set oh so slowly tonight. Luna's surely got a long night ahead of her and I do not have to lower the sun quite so soon. She may slumber a while longer."

A flicker of mischief danced through Kevin's mind and, before he could stop the impulse, he playfully lunged for the princess' flank, nipping her sharply on the rump. Celestia squealed and half-raised a hind hoof in a threat to kick out, remembering herself an instant before she actually committed to the action. Breaking down in a fit of giggles, she bumped her head into Kevin's shoulder, the stallion laughing along with her as she lost herself to mirth at the ridiculousness of what he'd done. Biting her!

"What in the name of the sun and moon was _that_for?" She forced out, snorting through her giggles. "That hurt!"

"It was a love nip!"

"It was hard!"

"Maybe...a hint?"

Blushing, Kevin pranced on the spot, neck arched and mane flowing in waves down his neck, still damp from his shower. Celestia looked at him more closely, something shifting beneath his stomach. His shaft swelled, thickening with blood, bouncing up against his belly as his body demonstrated his need for him. A small smile pulled at the princess' lips, slowly growing wider and wider as the stallion posed for her, a nicker fluttering on his lips.

"Well, well..." She murmured. "Kevin, you are so bold. I never expected this from you, or at least not so soon."

Kevin swallowed hard and smiled sheepishly, his tail clamping down as his confidence wavered.

"It's worth it for you."

To his surprise, however, the princess backed away, a secretive glint in her eye. Dimming the lights in the bedroom, she set the flames burning in the wall lanterns, shadows flickering and dancing cheekily. She winked and flicked her tail, the multi-coloured essence floating to the side rather than swishing, and Kevin tracked its motion, need rising as he caught a glimpse of her pink marehood tucked up beneath.

"Follow me," she whispered, turning her back to him.

He needed no further encouragement to follow his love from the bedroom as she tapped a painting on the wall to reveal a hidden passage. The stones in the wall slid apart as if they had never truly been solid and Kevin followed her into the dark passage behind as she lit the way with her horn.

"Where are we going?" He murmured, eyes fixed on her backside, muscle rising through her well groomed coat. "Don't you want to...well...you know...maybe..."

He trailed off, but she wasn't about to finish the sentence for him; she was, after all, a princess on a mission. But the end result would leave her stallion very pleased, she was sure. He only had to be patient just a little longer.

Pushing open a creaking, wooden door that may as well have remained closed for centuries, Celestia exhaled softly as she led him into a small, beautiful library. With a window that looked out over the most extravagant spread of the Canterlot gardens, a little reading table had been set by the window with a quantity of plush cushions at the foot of the bookcase for what seemed to be her comfort and her comfort alone. Kevin breathed in, the faint scent of Celestia intermingling with that of the books, the floral perfume that she wore from time to time infused into the very essence of the room.

She kissed Kevin's cheek gently and leaned into him. The stallion tried not to think about his need and instead paid her his full attention, nuzzling her neck. Or at least he gave her as much sole attention as his needy body would allow.

"This is my private library," she whispered, as if afraid to disturb the silence. "Nopony comes here but me." She paused, working the words around her mouth before setting them free. "And now...you."

He should have said more. He should have had profound words on the tip of his tongue, thanking her for letting him into such a private, intimate place. But his tongue was tied.

And then her lips were on his, passionate and hasty, and his lack of words didn't matter one bit. Kevin moaned lustfully into the kiss, cock slapping up against his stomach as the princess bore him down to the cushions. Tumbling clumsily onto them in a tangle of legs, the stallion chuckled breathlessly as he found himself on his back, forelegs curled up as if he was suddenly and abruptly at the mercy of the princess.

Yet he could not have thought of a better place to be.

The princess stepped over him, the white expanse of her belly filling his vision. Her teats lowered down to his muzzle and he didn't need to be told to press his nose up into the softness of her udders. Licking and nuzzling, he teased the pink flesh with the gentlest of touches, though he could not help but wish he was pushing his tongue into her surely winking marehood at the same time. But no stallion was talented enough to please both simultaneously without a little assistance, he already knew. That didn't stop him from trying, grunting as he stole swipes of his tongue over her soft, winking marehood between suckling and nipping playfully at her udders. The yielding flesh gave beneath his tongue and lips as he nuzzled, groaning and puffing warm breath over her teats, yearning to give her all the attention she deserved and more.

Celestia didn't seem to mind that his tongue could only be in one place at once and ground down onto his muzzle, letting him take her teats between his soft lips to suckle and tease. The princess trembled as he pulled them both into his muzzle, slurping and lapping adoringly over both at the same time. Flicking his tongue between them, they slipped out of his lips with a lewd, wet smack and he nickered as he pressed his muzzle between them, inhaling her inherently mare-ish scent with quick, sharp puffs of breath.

He wondered faintly what it would be like if she was heavy with foal and her udders larger, full of milk, and, in his mind's eye, he suckled on her teats, letting her sweet, creamy essence fill his mouth. He licked and lapped with urgent need, imagining that he could draw milk from her just by suckling her teats and his cock slapped his stomach, excitement rising from the fleeting, yet alluring idea alone.

"Mmm..." The princess' lips parted in a breathy moan. "Very good... You're even better than you were last time, my sweet stallion."

Kevin blushed, but did not reply, too occupied with her udders to waste time on words. Swirling his tongue around each teat in turn, he tugged them out lightly from her body, spurred on by her gasps as he, very gently, allowed his teeth to rub along the sensitive flesh.

Trembling, Celestia pulled away and he feared, for a moment, that he'd gone too far, but she only lowered herself to the cushions beside him, the warm rays of the setting sun casting a ruby glow over her coat. She rolled onto her back and tucked her forelegs up to her chest, mane splayed out across the cushions and fluttering up the bookcase with a mind of its own. Kevin swallowed and devoured her with his gaze, cock jumping up to full attention as a steady stream of pre-cum drooled viscously from the tip.

"Would you not rather enjoy me like this?" She fluttered her eyelashes coyly at him, beckoning in her stallion with a wave of her hoof. "There is much of me to enjoy, Kevin..."

The stallion was hardly about to disagree with a beautiful mare laid out before him, a feast to be consumed through lust and love. Curling his hind legs beneath his hindquarters and to the side, Kevin ran his tongue from the base of her winking marehood to the top, tracing her soft folds over and over again as the mare panted. Celestia let her head fall back, groaning as the pulse and twitch of her marehood pushed out her juices, showing her arousal in the best way a mare could.

Snorting lustfully into her sex, Kevin thrust his tongue inside, trying to ignore the pre-cum leaking from his shaft and undoubtedly leaving an obvious stain on the princess' pristine cushions. But he couldn't have stopped even if he'd wanted to. The stallion lapped up every drop of her arousal that her pulsing marehood pushed out, tugging eagerly at his tongue, and he dipped down to brush his velvety lips over her clit, teasing her with the notion of pleasure to come.

Panting, Celestia moaned for him as he locked his lips around her clit and gave it a long, hard suck, drawing her need from an ember to a burning flame, crackling with raw desire. The mare's hooves twitched, legs near beyond her control, and she squealed as he flicked his tongue swiftly over her clit in a series of short, fluttering laps. The mare trembled under his attention, marehood pulsing with need and delivering a steady trickle of her arousal to his fluttering tongue, brushing her lips before dipping back down to her swollen clit, just as he knew she liked.

Whinnying, Celestia flagged her tail for him, throwing him a desperate look. But she knew he'd understand even without the help of words. Her heart warmed. Kevin was special.

And he did know what she wanted indeed. How could he not? He knew a mare - or his mare, at least - in need when he saw one and, keeping eye contact with his princess, he slowly pulled his head back and eased his body up and over hers. They'd tried other positions since their first time mating, but never a version of pony missionary. Kevin giggled to himself, tail flicking. There was a first time for everything, was there not?

"May I?"

"Of course. My one and only sweet, sweet stallion."

Kevin's breath caught, but his body was moving before he could do anything about it, instinct forcing his hindquarters forward. It was not the most traditional of mating positions, but he found some balance with his front legs, knees pressed into the plush cushions, and nickered throatily as his cock sank into her warmth. The mare grunted and snaked her neck out to nip his throat, goading her wild-eyed stallion on. His back legs skittered out to the sides as he struggled to balance, the weight of his own body working against him to slam his length in to the hilt.

"Oh... Yes!"

Though she could not force out the words she truly wanted to speak, the princess made her point clear, licking her lips and moaning loudly as she drove him on to mount her. Kevin gasped and gripped her sides the best he could with his forelegs, his nose tucked into her neck. He did not bite her throat as she had done to him, but kissed and licked and nibbled as lovingly as he was able, rocking his hindquarters in a rough, needy buck. The stallion groaned, head swimming with more lust than he could have ever imagined was possible. Did every time with the princess get better and better?

Her marehood clenched and rippled around him, still winking as she tried to pull him in deeper, and he barely pulled out to the medial ring before slamming back in, chest reverberating lightly with his grunts. His chest darkened with sweat where it pressed against hers, bodies rising and falling gently - too gently - together. Celestia hooked a hoof around his fetlock and tipped his head up with her horn, eyes locking onto his. Kevin blinked. Were they shimmering around the edges?

"Harder," Celestia murmured, holding his gaze with her own, eyes intense. "Take me like a stallion takes a mare. I'll have every inch of you tonight and your seed spilled in me as a reminder of what we have done, as mare and stallion."

Kevin opened his mouth and closed it again, something deep in him submitting to the mare who had suddenly taken more of a lead than usual. Sure, she'd been the one to initiate most of the time and there was never really any doubt about what she wanted him to do as she guided him with the hoof of experience, but to be told so carnally what she craved... Kevin gulped and closed his eyes, nostrils flaring as he struggled against instinct to hold back. For his mare always finished before he did.

Rolling his head, Kevin panted in great, heaving gasps for breath, using all the leverage he had to slam into the princess as she moaned and nickered beneath him. And, with every thrust he pleasured her with, she grunted and begged him for more, always more, her need rising and rising as something tightened within her. And there was no holding back when his shaft ground over her clit repeatedly, hitting that spot of nerves within her in a way that had the room spinning as if she'd drunk too much Sweet Apple Acres cider once again.

The best things in life were enjoyed in large doses.

Celestia moaned and trembled as every thrust drove her closer and closer to ecstasy, a slow build to the peak that was tantalising in how close yet so far it was. Without using her magic, she had never learned how to bring herself to climax all on her own and the sensation of feeling another pony stimulate that need in her, that feeling of pending explosion, made her nerves tingle. Her mane snapped and flicked wildly out from the sensual arch of her neck as she whinnied, pressing her forelegs up and around Kevin's sides in the closest approximation of an equine hug she could manage in the moment. All the while, the tightness within her built and built until it simply could not be contained anymore.

Celestia kicked out, barely missing her sweet lover, and whinnied shrilly as she surrendered to orgasm, the thrust and grind of her partner carrying her through a climax that seemed to grow by the second. Her horn crackled with magic and shot off a beam of harmless light, sparks showering down over the two of them engaged in the frenzied, lustful act of mating, though neither would notice the singed rug until later that evening.

Wave after wave of pleasure swept through the mare, leaving her a trembling, nickering mess as her juices soaked her stallion's shaft. She could not have honestly said she was in control of her own body as pleasure wracked her in the most vulnerability-inducing way possible. Closing her eyes, she could not see Kevin's nostrils quivering in shock as her mane and tail turned rose pink and hazy, their substance wavering as her marehood twitched and pulled around him, striving to drag him deeper even as he stood buried balls-deep in his mare, wanting more.

Celestia grunted breathlessly and tucked her nose into the underside of his neck, her juices trickling down the stretched lips of her pussy and over the tight pucker of her tail hole. She shivered at the sensation, head lolling back. Above her, Kevin grunted, tail flagging as he too balanced on the edge of climax, needing to seed his gorgeous mare, yet waiting for the permission he knew was coming. His cock throbbed with sheer, raw need and he swallowed hard as he fought against instinct to hold back, the head of his shaft already flared and wanting. The slightest movement could set him off and he barely breathed as he allowed his mare to come down from her high with the feeling of his thick length filling her to the brim.

It would have been easy to thrust and reach his own pinnacle of pleasure, after all, but that was not what mating was about - not what he had ever thought it had been about, even as a human being. Inexplicably and irrevocably, he trusted Celestia above all else and knew the wait for his own needs to be fulfilled would be more than worth it. She would never leave him hanging, after all. Kevin's lips twitched up in a smile as her marehood rippled around him, forcing out a little more of her juices around his cock in a lewd squelch. His princess mare simply cared far too much for him to forget about his needs and desires too.

Kevin trembled. He hadn't had someone care about him like that in a long, long time.

But the princess knew what he wanted as he huffed and nickered over her head, sides heaving with restraint. With as much energy as she could summon, she pushed him back gently, letting him take more weight on his hind hooves rather than balancing on top of her. Blinking, he followed her lead with a twitch of his ears and let her guide him back to all four hooves, skittering as one caught on a particularly slippery satin cushion.

Celestia giggled and half-reared, putting her shaking forelegs up onto the little reading desk set in front of the window, a band of stained glass radiant in all the colours of the rainbow running across the top and bottom to reflect her mane. Her mane and tail still shivered in that strange, pink glow, but Kevin could hardly think of the reasons why - Twilight would probably have some idea, if he had the nerve to ask her later - with her marehood drooling the evidence of her climax right before his eyes.

Her creamy juices glistened on the soft lips of her sex as she whinnied and spread her hind legs a little further apart, bracing herself for him. Transfixed, he peeled his upper lip back from his teeth to sift through the scents and rumbled lustfully, the sound surprising even him as his cock bobbed and flexed against his stomach.

Shuddering, Celestia groaned as his tongue ran over her clit to the top of her winking marehood, scooping up her juices as he gulped down the treat like a sweet offering in a crystal vessel. The stallion's tongue pushed eagerly into her, his own need temporarily forgotten in favour of something even more alluring, and Kevin huffed against her sex, letting her tail fall down over the back of his neck.

Cock swaying and drooling pre-cum as if he had already climaxed, there was little he could do to hold himself back anymore. As her marehood squeezed around his tongue, he reluctantly pulled back and pushed up onto his hind hooves, more practiced in the motion than he would have publicly admitted to any other ponies. He even managed to drop his weight gently onto her back as she pushed back against him, hindquarters gyrating as she begged without words for the pleasure, the filling, only he could deliver.

Nuzzling the back of her neck, Kevin inhaled deeply, rolling his hips up and forward as he sought her entrance. He needed her more than he'd ever done before. And it seemed the feeling was mutual.

Their gasps of pleasure came at the same time, the overly flared head of his shaft finding the yielding slickness of her entrance and ramming in as he forced her open once more. The princess moaned and dipped her nose down between her knees, eyes flicking up to her sunset as the last servants from the day shift in the palace scurried home across the grounds back to their families before Luna raised the moon and cast sweet darkness. There was an innate dislike of darkness in ponies, lacking the adequate eyesight to see as clearly under its shroud as their ancestors, yet she giggled at the thought of one of them turning back to see her muzzle in the window. Would they guess what she was doing up in her private library? Or even - would one of them see the shadow of Kevin behind her and flee in shock?

She wouldn't have minded an adoring observer or two, yet there was no hope of that as her charges made their respective ways home, even if there were some guards that she wouldn't have minded having the attention of while Kevin mounted her over and over again... Celestia's breath caught. Sometimes dreams could become reality too, a warm ripple spreading through her skin.

Despite usually slumbering under the call of darkness, there was much pleasure to be had in the sweetness of one's bed too, she thought as Kevin drove into her, nearly thrusting the notion from her mind entirely. But it was the darkness that had brought her much peace and love with her stallion too, so she could never, ever have scorned it, even if it had not been her own dear sister who cared for the night.

The stallion covering her nickered desperately, the flared tip of his shaft rubbing so wonderfully against that cluster of wicked nerves inside her that she fleetingly wondered if she was about to have a second climax.

There was only one way to find out if her mate was simply that naturally talented.

"Finish in me, Kevin," she nickered lustfully, legs quivering as she balanced herself on the desk. "I want to feel every drop... Please!"

The words did not come easily in the shaky afterglow of her first climax and Celestia's voice broke into a needy neigh, which echoed around the little library as if it sought to escape. Yet there was no one but the palace servants, perhaps, in the rooms below to hear her cries and they were certainly not about to disturb a princess of Canterlot as she enjoyed herself with her first lover in many, many years.

Kevin groaned deep in his throat and drove in, hindquarters riding to meet hers as he bred her. His tail flicked madly, too wild to mimic his usual relaxed swish, and his ears slipped back, wiggling as he raced to the brink of climax. He nipped at the mare's withers, teeth scratching up along her neck, and Celestia panted, eyes rolling back into her skull.

"Ah... Celestia!" He grunted, flanks heaving. "So close!"

Balanced on the edge of another orgasm, Celestia was too far gone to respond, his needy, driving thrusts giving her everything she craved and more. All she could do was neigh her encouragement, one hoof scraping a gouge into the desk to be later giggled over. And she wanted nothing more than to feel every drop of his essence filling her over and over again.

She got everything she wished for.

Kevin's tail flagged as high as he could possibly force it as his head spun with climax, cock pulsing with thick spurts of seed. The stallion slammed a hoof into the floor and neighed so loudly that it was as if he wanted the whole castle to know what they were up to, balls tucking up closer to his body as they delivered a heavily virile dose of semen down his lengthy shaft. The twitch and ripple of her passage forced his cum out along his smooth-skinned cock and Kevin groaned quietly as it drooled onto his balls, splattering down to mark the floor beneath them, as visceral a reminder of their mating as they could have wanted.

Catching her breath, Celestia relaxed for a fraction of a second - and then Kevin's teeth found her neck, biting down. The jolt should have set her on edge with a hind hoof raised, warning him back, but the primal, raw bite was enough to throw her over the edge of the mental cliff, her marehood rippling with a second climax. Nickering half through pleasure and half through shock, Celestia trembled against her lover and milked his shaft for all he had to give, his balls swinging lightly up against her engorged clit as he spent himself inside her.

The climb down from such an explosive high had both ponies shaking and nickering, pressing against one another for support as they carefully clambered back down from the desk. The wooden frame creaked beneath them as Kevin dismounted and they giggled breathlessly, though Celestia's joke that it would have been funny if it had collapsed beneath him only struck horror into Kevin's heart. The stallion whinnied and shook his head, pawing the ground as his softened cock hung heavily beneath his stomach, completely and utterly spent - at least for the time being.

There was one pleasure he could still enjoy, however, even if his state of sexual exhaustion rendered him completely and utterly out of action as a stud. Celestia turned her back on him, fussing with the cushions as she tried to arrange them more comfortably for both of them to sprawl across, and just like that his muzzle was pressed up to her winking marehood. As her body begged for more, her marehood pulled up and twitched against his lips and he thrust his tongue into her, drinking in her essence like an equine who had been deprived of water.

She squealed, but instantly spread her legs for him, her mane and tail slowly returning to their normal colours. As her marehood pulsed, he ran his tongue around and around the flushed nub of flesh, barely believing that it could bring his lover so much pleasure. It should have been innocuous, but it had swelled with blood as her arousal had grown through their long mating session and Celestia shivered into his touch, horn shooting off a shaky array of sparks.

"Kevin..." She moaned, lips parted. "No more, I must rest...too sensitive. Later?"

He chuckled, breath washing over her sex and finished off with a quick lap to her marehood as his own little conclusion to their session, her taste potent on his lips.

"No words for me tonight?" He teased lightly, letting her rest her weight on his side as he guided her down to the cushions. "I didn't think you'd climax twice with me."

He moaned softly, licking his lips.

"That was really something."

Relaxing on her side, Celestia rested her head on his foreleg, the stallion stretched out behind her with his forelegs flung out before his body. His soft cock flopped across the cushions, seemingly unwilling to retreat to its sheath with such a lustful mare beside him. Celestia couldn't help herself. Wrapping her magic around one of the cushions, she blew him a kiss as she gently rubbed the silk down the length of his shaft, earning another pulse of cum from the still drooling tip. Nickering, Kevin bobbed his muzzle, tail swishing against the cushions.

"Yes, I can be a tease too, darling," she giggled and kissed his neck. "But there will always be time together for more."

She paused, teeth catching at the inside of her lower lip.

"I intend to be with you for a very long time, Kevin."

The stallion fumbled for words and found none, instead laying his head down beside hers, ears flopping contentedly. What did the intricacies of things matter when they had each other? Everything was coming right at long last and he was hardly about to question matters at such a time.

Yet there was still something he had to say. Words left unsaid bubbled up into his throat and he licked his lips, courage fleeing to the back of his mind where he could not even call it back.

Traitor.

"Celestia, I think..."

Kevin swallowed, the words stuck in his throat

"It doesn't matter," he finished lamely, looking down at his hooves. "The thought's gone now." He chuckled. "I guess you've worn me out."

The mare eyed him speculatively, but did not press him for information, instead tucking her nose into the dip behind his withers and exhaling softly, breath soothing on his coat.

As Kevin and Celestia relaxed, the stress of the day leaving their limbs at long last, another pony moved across the Canterlot gardens like a spectre. She hid in the lengthening shadows of Celestia's sunset, moving from position to position so seamlessly that it was as if her path had been rehearsed, ingrained into her mind before even beginning her quest.

For it was to be a night to remember for the entirety of Equestria.

Divide awaited her, head bowed as his forelegs trembled. Wilda smiled cruelly. The pony had served her well and had proven his use. And now he would be the one to open the doors to Canterlot castle for her.

"My loyal subject..."

Wilda stepped up to the castle wall, looking up instead of where the path led to the nearest entrance, the grand doors. Her lips curved into a smile, eyes landing on a certain balcony with the curtains undulating lightly in the evening breeze.

"Luna shall never know the light of Equestria ever again," Wilda murmured. "I always did enjoy the peace of her night for study anyway."

Divide stepped back, horn lifted as other ponies joined him, including the stern-eyed schoolteacher with a hard jaw and a mane scraped back in a tight, professional bun. More supporters than Wilda could have dreamed of stood shoulder to shoulder with the guard who had been her key to the castle and Wilda chucked softly under her breath, surveying her first subjects with the pleasure only a true queen could divine.

"Take the place of the princess and Celestia shall throw out her own sister, not for the first time," she said. "My plan is sublime. Are you with me, my subjects? Will you bow the knee to your one true queen?"

One by one, the ponies lowered their heads and touched a knee to the grass. Divide exhaled deeply, eyes brimming over with devotion for his evil queen. Wilda smiled, though the warmth did not reach her eyes.

"Shall we begin?"

As Wilda's horn glowed with dark magic, the fillies and colts hidden behind the bush quaked, their ball discarded and forgotten to the side. The alicorn's dark magic rustled the leaves and they ducked their heads down to the ground, as small as they could possibly make themselves without disappearing completely into the ground. The pink filly who had been so taken with Kevin when he'd saved their ball from the tree, squeaked and tried to use her magic, though only a few, feeble sparks burst from the tip of her horn.

Tongue sticking out from the corner of her mouth, a pegasus filly instead fluttered into the air, eyes skyward as she forced herself away from the ground, higher than she'd ever flown before. As the wind picked up, a shroud of darkness cloaked Wilda from view, mane flittering back and forth madly as if it had suddenly taken on the qualities of Luna or Celestia's magical hair. She struggled and fought against in, ears pinned to her skull, flying higher and higher, passing window after window until she found the one she was looking for. The cries of her friends lifted to her ears on the wind and she whinnied shrilly, pawing at the glass.

But it was too late.