Author's Notes:

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter has clop. And feels. And drama. If any of these trigger you, steer clear of this chapter. You have been warned.

Character Note: In the writing of this fanfic, Ron Jeremy Pony and I set up some societal and cultural rules for the various pony substrates. For instance, in this chapter, we have Twilight Velvet and Twilight Sparkle. In our combined fanon for this story, it is assumed that unicorns use a naming convention similar to one found in most East Asian cultures, i.e.: surname first, given name(s) last, e.g.: Twilight is the surname and names like Velvet and Sparkle are given names. (Shining Armor's full name is Twilight Shining Armor, wherein "Armor" is his middle name.)

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Twilight Velvet was the first to awake in the villa that Saturday morning. Most of Friday had been spent in celebration of freeing the young Zora cub and returning her to her parents. Twilight, Pinkie, and Endymion had partied rather hard, while the festivities for their friends was a little more subdued. Dash had taken to drinking cider sullenly, as this venture had not added to her stockpile of bits; Applejack was just glad that nopony had come to arrest them for assaulting a member of the nobility, even though Endymion would likely plead their case to the local magistrate; Fluttershy was the most subdued, as she seemed lost in her little world. The Pegasus was still more than happy to join conversation when prompted, but when the topic for discussion veered away from the Zora, she seemed to tune out. A better part of her partying was spent either in contemplation of her drink or at watching her champion bemusedly.

Still, the party came and went (for Pinkie and Twilight, though, they came and came and came, and then came some more,) so this morning’s kitchen and dining rooms were still in a state of duress. Velvet set herself to clean the place up, saving her maids some trouble. The dishes from last night were cleaned without any hesitation, stains on the carpets were removed with alacrity, and the state of the kitchen was spotless before she could blink. There was one thing that befuddled her, though. After clearing out the sundry goblets off the kitchen counter, the elder Twilight spied a most peculiar object. Unlike the goblets and champagne flutes, this object was solid, shaped like an egg with a flattened base at one end, and it was still moist from some sort of jelly or oil.

Now who could have left this here? Velvet thought, I keep all of my butt plugs in a special drawer in our house in Canterlot. So, who’s anal cap is this?

Just then, Blossomforth emerged from upstairs. She was dressed again, though it was the same cocktail dress she was in the night before, and her mane needed a serious brushing. Velvet also noticed that the Pegasus was walking rather odd, as though she had saddle sores on her bottom. Then the amatuer detective novel writer pit two and two together.

“Feeling a little empty?” Velvet teased Blossomforth.

“What are you talking about, Madame Twilight?” Blossom said before catching sight of the buttplug she hadn’t removed just a few hours before.

Velvet nodded, saying, “Now this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to take this ‘marital aid’ and return to whomever gave it to you. Seeing as poor Braided Silver is currently at the local infirmary, I’d say you take this to the mare who assigned it to you. Let them know you will no longer be able to serve in any capacity at Manor Silver, if they already haven’t figured that out yet, and go on your merry way. Are we clear?”

“And what if I don’t?” Blossom asked, though she sounded more defiant than she really felt.

“Well, in that case,” Velvet said, adopting a more aggressive posture and wearing a devilish grin, “I may just have to shove this back where Sol’s light doesn’t shine. You get my meaning?”

Blossomforth nodded, swallowing slightly, and walked over. She took the plug into her hand, feeling the object that had ridden so far up inside of her for so long, and put it into a carrier bag.

“Good, now, I do believe some breakfast is in order. You are very welcome to join us for it, but I strongly suggest you return that, and of course continue on your merry way.”

“What about…”

She sighed and looked at her, “He is about to be a married stallion, with two wives. I will not step in and say anything should he, and his wives, choose to take another bride, but consider how he has acted specifically toward you. I’m not saying it’s impossible, but I want you to think if it is actually very likely.”

Blossomforth looked at her, and part of her, the part that dictated her nature, that part that told her as a pegasus, and as a mare, she was to find a suitable mate, and once found she was to lay claim to him, that part screamed that it was likely. That part told her that he would come around, that she would become one of his brides, and he would take her to bed and fulfill every fantasy she ever had.

But the more logical part of her, the part that had been created through generations of socialization and societal constructs, that part said that it wasn’t likely. Endymion didn’t treat her like he did the two future consorts, his two future brides. At best she was a new friend, and while romance could blossom from it she wasn’t sure it would, or that it should.

What brought her to him in the first place was treasure, her entire trying to get his attention was because of that gun he wanted to keep, and everything else she had been feeling was because she had come to know the kind of stallion he was. She could see that he was noble in his own way. It was actually a turn on to see someone from Canterlot that wasn’t a complete egotistical jerk. Maybe it was because he was royalty, maybe it was because he was raised to a higher standard, or maybe, just maybe it was because he’s just naturally this way.

Whatever the reasons were she knew two things. She wanted him. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anypony before, and she knew that right now, like this, she couldn’t have him. Maybe one day, perhaps later, she would be able to lay claim to him, but now, so close to his marriage, so close to everything that is going on, she couldn’t. A mare didn’t try to still another mare’s thunder. Endymion was fine thunder, but he wasn’t hers, not yet, not now, but with some hope, some luck, and maybe a little work, well, she might be able to call a piece of him hers.

“No, not at the moment no,” she answered, “But it doesn’t mean that I’m giving up.”

Twilight Velvet grinned at her, “Nor would I encourage you to give up, just to look at it, and see what needs to change,” she walked toward her, and guided her to a seat.

The two of them sat down, and around them the kitchen was a flurry of magic as the pans began to take their places, potatoes began to be skinned, shredded, and fried; eggs were cracked, beaten, and also fried, and then there was toast, both Prench and traditional, that was being prepared. Along with it was fresh coffee. Blossomforth accepted a cup.

“Whatever may happen, from what I’ve seen, I think that you’d be a decent enough wife. You’re willing to help, you’re willing to step up, and you were quite willing to take that little toy you’re going to return in a place I can tell you’ve never had anything before,” she sipped her coffee, “That speaks more about your character than anything else could, but as much as you seem to want this to happen, I’ve noticed that you haven’t took time to get to know Endymion. So, start there. Get to know him, get to know my Twily, get to know Pinkie, take your time to get to know the family you would be marrying into.”

“Why… Why are you helping me?”

“Honestly?”

Blossomforth nodded, “Because I see so much of my daughter in you. I see so much of myself in you.”

“But I’m nothing like you, or Lady Sparkle.”

She laughed, “Yes, you weren’t brought up by Unicorns, and because of that you missed out on some of the finer teachings, but it doesn’t change what I see. You’re willing to help others, willing to listen, learn, and you strive to prove yourself,” Velvet grinned, “If that’s not like my daughter, or myself, I don’t know what is.”

“Don’t know what what is” Twilight said, emerging from upstairs, “Ooo, Prench toast! And eggs? Mmmm, that coffee smells divine. Haha! I just pulled a ‘Rarity!’”

“Is Rarity that unicorn friend of yours, dear?” Velvet asked.

“Oh, yes,” Sparkle replied, “very posh, prim, and proper. Why, if she didn’t have a bit of Earth pony in her, I would swear she was displaced Canterlot nobility.”

“You don’t say?” Velvet asked, “I think I’ve only seen the mare once or twice before. A shame I didn’t get to know her better. You’ll introduce me, next time?”

“Oh, yes,” Sparkle said, “Oh, hi, Blossomforth! I didn’t see you there.”

“That’s okay,” Blossom admitted, “I was feeling a little bit the wallflower this morning.”

“I do that from time to time,” Twilight admitted as she leaned onto the counter, her panty covered flank in perfect view for all to see.

In a way how she acted actually reminded her quite a bit of her own sister. Little Twirl acted much the same way, regardless if there was company or not in their cloud home. She walked around half naked, claiming that clothing was constricting and ponies should only wear it when deemed important. Otherwise it was just a waste of time and comfort.

Of course Little Twirl would ensure to cover her plot. She was determined that no pony, except for her future special somepony, was going to see that.

“Twilight, not that I mind in the slightest, but I believe this is the first time you’ve elected to wear this particular ensemble. Well, first time in front of guests.”

She turned toward her mother, rolling her eyes lightly, “Maybe getting ready to be a married mare has helped kept me from being so…”

Her mother smiled, “Uptight is the word dear,” she sipped her coffee. She could see how Twilight was giving her a slightly displeased look, “Twilight, my sweet little filly, I gave birth to you. Your father and I worked, tirelessly, on making you, and when we had you it was quite honestly one of the happiest moments of our lives. But believe me when I say this, you were uptight, and if Endymion, my future son-in-law giving you the proper dicking, that you’ve obviously been needing, has helped you become not so high strung, then I am all for it.”

“Mom!”

She laughed and drank some more of her coffee, “I’m sorry dear, I was just playing with you, but I do feel that way. He’s obviously good for you, and Sol knows that he’s good to you. I’ve seen how he is with you and your fellow sister wife. He practically worships the ground you both trot on.”

Twilight blushed as she took a seat near her mother and near Blossomforth.

“Thanks, Mom,” she looked at her breakfast, a piece of Prench Toast, some hash browns, a little scrambled eggs, and it all seemed to be spread and even organized from sweet to savory.

“I still kinda feel like this is all just a dream. That it’s not real, and any moment I’m going to wake up and realize that it never happened.”

“Silly, this isn’t Dallas!”

Pinkie had strode into the kitchen; Twilight Velvet had thought she wasn’t a prudish mare but the sight of the pink earth pony, completely nude, caught her off guard. Based solely on looks she could understand why Endymion would like the pink mare. She was beautiful, her breasts were large and full, her hips wide, and she carried herself with confidence. Twilight Velvet felt herself blush as the pink mare gave her a hug.

“Thanks for making breakfast!”

She walked over toward the spread laid out and began to sing to herself, “Bum Deely dum dum, Bum Deely dum dum, Making your way in the world today takes everything you got. Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot! Wouldn’t you like to get away? Sometimes you wanna go where everypony knows your name. And they’re always glad you came, you want to be where you can see that our troubles are all the same, and where everypony knows your name!” she giggle snorted, “And your husband wants to be a girl, be glad there’s one place in the world where everypony knows your name.”

“Pinkie… What song is that?”

Pinkie shrugged her shoulders and took a deep drink of the orange juice, which Twilight had traded out for her coffee. She’d made the mistake of giving her future sister wife coffee once, just once, and it had been when Endymion was out on an adventure. Her poor flank was sore for days afterward. Nope, no more coffee for Pinkie Pie, ever, ever again.

“Where everypony knows your name, Duh!”

“Lucky’s?”

“Yepperoni!” she lifted her glass and clinked Twilight’s coffee mug, “Cheers!”

Every mare at the table knocked back their respective drinks. Sparkle reveled in the caffeine; Pinkie was relishing the sweet of her orange juice. Both Blossomforth and Velvet enjoyed their warm beverages, although Blossom was taken with some small anxiety. She didn’t want to return to Braided Silver’s villa any more than she wanted to have that anal plug up her tailhole. Even so, it needed to be returned. It wasn’t hers in the first place.

The rest of the party joined soon after, with Endymion coming last. His explanation for his late arrival was down to being last in the shower. Being last, he caught the scraps left after breakfast. Velvet did wonder if he would complain, but over the course of the Crown prince had shown himself an amiable sort who less interested in being demanding than he was in helping out when and where he can. She couldn’t fault him for it. Endymion took his seat, a little Prench Toast, some scrambled eggs, a bit of hash browns, two slices of regular toast, and a bit of jam. It wasn’t an overly full breakfast, but he wouldn’t complain. It was fixed, prepared, and ready to be eaten.

He took a sip of his coffee, and noticed that Pinkie was finishing up her orange juice. He tried to think about it, but he hadn’t ever seen Pinkie with a cup of coffee. He’d asked both her and Twilight if she was a coffee drinker. Pinkie had just giggled, and Twilight had gotten a peculiar look on her face and said, “Never again. Never, ever again.”

Endymion’s eyes traveled from Pinkie’s lips, to her bare breasts, and his eyes lingered there for a bit before exploring more of her. He then looked over at Twilight who was wearing one of his shirts, a pair of her panties, he remembered she grabbed a fresh pair since the pair she had been wearing last night had been ripped off of her. Endymion now knew that a drunk Twilight was even more insatiable than Pinkie without any chemical or alchemical stimulation.

Twilight had wanted to be rutted in the worst of ways last night, but it was something they all wanted. Regardless, he’d remember that after she got tipsy Twilight would start giving slight hints, giving him the indication that she wanted him. As the night went on the slight hints changed into gropes, the gropes changed into her actually pulling his cock out and playing with it, and after that the three of them went to bed.

He knew that the others had to have heard them, but everypony was being polite enough not to talk about it. He looked at Applebloom who was sitting near her sister. Fluttershy who looked like she was in her own little world. He didn’t realize it, but Fluttershy was seeing things, truly seeing things as they should be for the first time. What happened with the sea serpent, their calming the lake, returning that cub to her parents, those were things that a noble hero did. Endymion was a hero, a champion, and she didn’t understand him any better than she had when Sol first declared it.

Her eyes drifted to him. He was attractive, in an exotic way, and he was kind. She’d seen his kindness, his gentleness when needed. He always treated Twilight and Pinkie with the utmost respect, and at the same time he seemed to rut them silly. He seemed to perform well above the call of duty in regard to a husband’s duties. That thought caused a blush to flush across her muzzle.

Her champion was a host of contradictions, the least of which was his brash behavior. His impeccable luck, or lack thereof, seemed to fate him towards a life of much hardship. She had never heard him complain about it, though. Even though he was seriously lacking in the more subtle aspects of heroism, especially when compared to the mare, Flurry Heart, the Sol Priestess couldn’t deny that Endymion Everfree was a hero, even if his methods and backstory weren’t very traditional.

Speaking of which, Fluttershy thought, I know there is an official story to Princess Luna adopting Endymion, but I wonder, is that all of it? He is so distinct; I’ve never seen a pony like him ever. And no stallion I know can last as long as he does- Wait, did I just think that?! Oh, Sol! I must keep my head of the gutter…

“Hey Flutters,” came a voice, throwing the priestess back to the waking world, “whatcha doing, sitting there like a recluse?”

“Oh, hello, Endymion,” Fluttershy replied, “I’m sorry. I was lost in thought.”

“About what?” Endymion queried.

“Well,” Shy began, “I wanted to ask you something, but I don’t know how to go about it.”

“Uh, Shy?” Endymion asked.

“Oh!” The Sol Priestess exclaimed, “Oh, no, nothing- sensual. I just- Everypony has heard the story of how you were adopted by Princess Luna, but- I am confused about how you are here, in Equestria. Does that make any sense?”

Endymion tilted his head, then turned to face his mares. Fluttershy couldn’t see the look on his face, but he see Twilight shrug and Pinkie Pie nod her head enthusiastically. (Pinkie’s nod was a tad too exaggerated, as the pink mare’s bosom shook in time with her nods.) Endymion then turned back to face Fluttershy and said, “We should take this discussion somewhere private.”

“W-why?” Shy asked.

“Sovereign security,” Endymion said, “as decreed by Princess Luna.”

“Oh, okay,” Fluttershy replied back, “I didn’t- I couldn’t- I’d understand if you couldn’t- I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Endymion said, “we just need to be somewhere- quieter. Too many ponies here,” his gaze raked over Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Blossomforth, “and this is a- sensitive issue.”

“Alright,” Fluttershy said, rising from the table.

“We’ll be back,” Endymion announced to the table, “Champion’s business. You know how it is.”

The priestess and her champion left the villa. Endymion walked towards the back, approaching a wooded area of the lakeshore. Once past the tree line, both pony and prince walked on until the reached a clearing, a glade made from an old brush fire from decades ago. Endymion motioned for Shy to sit down on a fallen log. She did so gently, careful not to disturb any animals that might be inhabiting it. Endymion stayed on his feet, marking a perimeter with magic, until the woods around them fell silent. Then, when he was satisfied with his work, he began to speak.

“What I am about to impart upon you is knowledge only those in the Royal Family know. It is utmost top secret; uttering a word of this could earn you a lifetime in the Canterlot dungeons.

“Now, there- There has been and official story; no doubt you’ve heard it. Mother found me in the Everfree forest some twenty years ago, alone, after an explosion rent the night. As far as anypony knows, that’s all there is to the story.

“There is, of course, a whole lot more and Mother has bound me to secrecy about it all, even though she only knows of the details after I landed here…”

“Landed?” Fluttershy asked.

“Yes,” Endymion confirmed, “we’ll- get to that in a little bit. So- Oh, where to start. Maybe from- Yeah. So… I am- not from around here. If you must know, I am human, I come from another world beyond this one, and my presence here is either by accident or by design. Mother and I haven’t puzzled out how that works out.

“What I can remember of that fateful day was the airport…”

Fluttershy looked ready to ask another question, but she stifled it, hoping Endymion would explain further.

“So, yeah, the airport. Mom and Dad are there. I don’t think I was even a year old… I might have been nearly two, but I can’t really be sure. In any case, we’re going through the airport. Bags are checked in, tickets are turned in at the gate, we board the plane- An airplane; humans can’t fly naturally, you see, so we have enclosed contraptions that do it for us, like Mother’s Airship.

“So, uh, yeah, we boarding the plane, the captain sees me as we make our way to our seats, he gives me some captains wings,” Endymion pulls a small, tarnished emblem that resembles a pair wings, “and then we take our seats. I like flying, it’s kinda fun, especially when we get at cruising speed, so- Okay.

Everything is going fine for a long while, nothing of note is happening. Then the plane starts getting jumpy. The captain says we’ve hit some nasty turbulence, buckle yourselves in, et cetera. Then the plane gets to jostling, there’s flashes of light outside the plane. I’m thinking it’s really pretty light show, but everybody else is screaming there heads off.

“The captain calls out again, asking everyone to assume crash positions… There’s noise, lot’s of noise, a hard jounce, fire, darkness- I black out for a while. I come to- I don’t know how long later. It’s dark. The only light is the residual fires burning from pieces of the plane. Mom, Dad- They aren’t moving-”

Endymion tries to steady himself as tears form then fall down his clean, shaven cheeks. He settles on the log Fluttershy is on. He hiccups a few times but after a bit, he settles down enough to begin his recount.

“Over the roars of the fire, I hear hooves. And rustling feathers, like pigeons coming home to roost. Then I hear voices. I’m scared but I can’t leave. Mom and Dad are just- They’re just sleeping and I have to keep this piece of metal up so they didn’t get squashed.

“Then I hear a soft, motherly voice. She’s- She’s looking everywhere, searching for survivors, only finding bodies. Then she comes near me. I’m really scared now but I can’t leave Mom and Dad behind… Then she lifts the metal piece up. By Sol, she is so beautiful! Her flowing mane of night, the stars alighting in their constellations, so gorgeous!

“She whispers to her fellows, tells them to continue the search. She says that she wouldn’t call it off until all evidence points towards a recovery mission. She then throws the metal aside. She sees Mom and Dad… Tears. I remember her tears. She saw me, a lone infant boy, next to the bodies of his dead parents, and she cries.

“But she puts on this winning smile and lifts me up in her arms. I felt- I felt safe. Loved, even. She’s like Mom, she smells like Mom, all sunshine and periwinkle and baby powder. She tells me it’s going to be okay, everything will be alright. She then orders some of her fellows to- to recover my parents’ bodies.

“But she is so warm and gentle… I grab a lock of her hair and it so soft! She cooes at me, tells me sweet words, sings to me. I fall asleep in a thrice.”

Sniffling, Endymion added, “I would learn later that Mother put me to bed, swaddled me in clean linens, for I soiled myself, and then renewed her search for survivors. There were none. She had all that could be carted to Canterlot moved at once. The bodies- there were so many. She told me later that they mysteriously disappeared. None of the guards could account for what happened to them.

“Every single one of them was held in a reserve morgue for later examination, locked up tight and under heavy guard. By they just- vanished. As for me, I was now an orphan. An orphan from another world, as it were. She had all the materials from the crash examined but none of her scientists could explain it all. She then searched my young memories. It was after she learned all she could from my recollections that she made it a law that anypony that breathed a word of my- extraterrestrial origins would be arrested and placed in prison for life.”

“But- why?” Fluttershy asked.

“Seriously?” Endymion retorted, “there are ponies here that can’t stand other ponies because the lack horns or wings or any magical talents; there even some of their offspring that taunt and bully those without their cutie mark. Do you honestly believe that such tribalists would willingly buy into the idea of other worlds? And gladly? I wouldn’t think so.”

“Then, what about those other hoomans?” Fluttershy inquired.

“I don’t know,” Endymion answered, “they- they may have been here a while longer than I have. They may be those that survived the plane crash. But- it’s all speculation until we can get past Mount Gloom.”

“Oh,” Fluttershy said gloomily, “okay.”

“Now Shy,” Endymion said, “you gotta promise not to breath a word of this. Not to anypony. Not to your parents, not to your brother, not to AJ or Dash.”

“What about Pinkie Pie or Twilight?” Shy asked.

“They already know,” Endymion answered, “Mother told them, They’re under the same secrecy pact.”

“Okay,” Fluttershy said, “well, I won’t tell a soul, I can promise you that. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!”

“Pinkie taught you that, didn’t she?” Endymion asked, to which Shy nodded, “okay, we should get back to the others. We are on vacation, you know?”

The pair marched back the way the came, catching the last of the morning dew. As the neared the villa, they caught the sight of Pinkie Pie. The Roamani mare bounced their way, wearing an ill fitting sundress that showed more of Pinkie than was proper. The bodice barely covered her bosom, the skirt rode up high enough on every bounce to reveal her labia. (She had foregone putting on any panties.) Endymion could see the stitching on the hems coming apart. He wondered who lent her that dress.

“Hi-hi-hi,” Pinkie said, “so did you finally reveal your sad origin story? Did Fluttershy figure out just how really heroic you really are, Endy?”

“Yes,” Endymion said, “and not sure. Fluttershy, what say you?”

“I think it’s possible,” Fluttershy replied, “given all that you endured so far, I think I may have sold you short.”

“And the best is yet to come,” Endymion said, beaming, “still got plenty to do in this life.”

Both Fluttershy and Pinkie smiled, then Pinkie winked at Shy. The Sol Priestess didn’t know what the wink was about; given she knew Pinkie for as long as she did, she thought Pinkie was privy to information nopony did. This was a portent but to whether it was good or bad, she didn’t really know.

The three mares in first guest room were holding a lively discussion, a very lively discussion indeed. Their argument drifted down the hall, so Twilight Velvet was able to hear almost every syllable spoken. She was uncertain what it all was about until she heard Endymion’s name. There was a nagging feeling in her gut that this conversation could have dire consequences. Before she could further contemplate this turn of events, she saw the door of the room open and the Sol Priestess step out.

“I know you don’t agree with me, and I understand that you want what is best for me, but this is my decision,” Fluttershy stated, “and I intend to carry it out.”

“But Shy,” pleaded the mare Rainbow Dash, “it’s just- wrong!”

“Dash,” AJ said, and Velvet knew that is was the farm mare by her accent, “Shy said she had to carry on with this, so we’re gonna respect her decision.”

“But-”

“But nothin’,” AJ said, “Fluttershy, go on ahead. Dash is jus’ bein’ a lil hot head, like always.”

“Hey!”

“I’ll talk to you girls later,” Fluttershy said, then facing front, she saw Velvet, “oh! Hello, Madam Velvet.”

“Hello, dear,” Velvet replied, smiling, “is there something wrong?”

“No, not really,” The Sol Priestess answered, “just a mild disagreement.”

“Oh, I see,” Velvet said, “well, is there anything I can help you with?”

“Now that you mention, it” Shy said, “do you know if your daughter and her herdmates have gone to bed yet?”

“Hmm,” Velvet mused, “you know, I did see them retire to their room just a few minutes again. Why do you ask?”

“I just needed to ask something of Endymion,” Flutters replied, “well, have a good night!”

“And to you as well!” Velvet responded.

Fluttershy flashed a brilliant smile, then fluttered past Twilight Velvet. To the older mare, the Sol Priestess looked grimly determined, a mare on mission. Fluttershy did feel that she had an imperative to accomplish. She was going to take Mistress Celestia advice to heart and bed her champion. She was actually rather nervous about it. If her Grandmother Umbra had been here, she would let her know that she was making a horrible mistake. But her mother, Nightshade, would tell her to be brave, show no fear, and take that stallion by his primaries.

Of course, Endymion doesn’t have wings, so he doesn’t have any primaries to get a hold of, Fluttershy thought, he does have a nice pair of flanks. I get grab on to those- No, Fluttering, don’t get over excited. You are doing your duty as a Sol Priestess. I am getting to know my champion in the most intimate way possible. After this, I should understand him completely and anticipate his every move, thus fulfilling my obligation as his Dedicated Servant.

Her march to Twilight’s room was over before she knew it. The untidy scrawl of letters announcing her friends room was a reminder that Twilight Sparkle was a filly here at one time and some of these halls and rooms still had her personality in them. Beyond was probably the same, albeit, now the room had the trappings of an adult mare in it as well. And one of those adult trappings was a strapping stallion that sent her heart aflutter. The Priestess may have thought she was fulfilling one of her duties to her champion, but in her secret heart, she was doing this to fill a primal need she had denied herself for a long time.

She raised her hand to knock on the door, but the door opened of it own volition it seemed. Then Fluttershy saw Pinkie behind the door; the smile on her friend’s face was so wide, it seemed to defy pony physiology.

“Hello,” Pinkie sang, “can I help you?”

“I’d like to speak with Endymion, please,” Fluttershy said, with an air of authority, then, “i-if you don’t mind.”

“Sure!” Pinkie exclaimed, “Come right in!”

The pink party pony opened the door wide and ushered the priestess in. She noticed Twilight sitting on the bed, cuddling next to her champion. My champion, the shy mare thought, that is my champion. The thought was tainted with jealousy, but the priestess did not recognize the emotion.

“Good evening,” Fluttershy said, “I would like to speak with My Champion, please. In private.”

“Are you okay, Fluttershy?” The lavender mare asked, “You seem awfully assertive tonight. Not that there’s anything wrong that with that-”

“I’m fine,” Shy stated, “there is a matter that Endymion and myself need to discuss. A very private matter, in fact.”

While Twilight puzzled over what her Pegasus friend was talking about, Pinkie sidled next to her herd mate.

“Hey Twilight, would you join me for a soak in the hot tub?” Pinkie asked, “I know we didn’t much today but I am so sore and I think lounging with some steamy water would do just the trick to loosen me up.”

Finally, Twilight caught on, saying, “Sure, Pinkie! I would love a soak in the hot tub. A nice long soak should relax me right up!”

The two mares took a few moments to gather some basic supplied for hot tubbing and left the room, but not before giving their stallion a kiss. Once the both left, Fluttershy steeled her resolve and stared down at her champion. He was no longer lying on the bed; he sat at the edge, eyes alert, body posture relaxed but in a ready state.

“Endymion,” Fluttershy started, “you and I got off to a rather rocky start. And during our time together, I haven’t really gotten to know you all that well. This time, here on this lake, though, had taught me more about you than I could possibly know. And what you told me earlier… You really are very strange, but I guess it takes all kinds to make the world go round.”

“Uh, thanks, Shy,” Endymion said, “I’m- not sure how to take all of that, but thanks, nonetheless.”

“You’re welcome,” Fluttershy said, “now, even though I know you fairly well, there is still one aspect of you that I have not had the courage to explore until now.”

And with that, Fluttershy reached back, unclasping her robes and let them fall to the floor. She stood there, in her natural glory, very nervous but also very excited. She had never presented herself to a stallion before, Skyblaze notwithstanding; even if this was her first true time doing so, she felt proud of how she kept herself in shape. If Fluttershy’s eyes did not deceive her, so did Endymion.

While she would never be a world class model like Fleur De Lis, she was still rather tall, even for a Pegasus. Her body was muscular but not overly so, her bosom was of average size, and she thought herself highly flexible, which was something most Pegasi mares had. She felt a rush of heat bloom on her face, and another rush deep in her groin, the two sensations exciting her wildly.

“I hope I can please you,” Fluttershy said in the most sultry voice she had, “My Champion.”

“Fluttershy?” Endymion started, yet before he could muster further argument, the shy mare kissed him.

When they broke the kiss, Endymion stooped for a moment to collect his thoughts. His eyes drank in the sight before him. Her breasts were a perfect compliment to both Twilight's and Pinkie's. Sitting between the two in size and shape. The orbs were yellow, like her coat, but her nipples were darker, richer, standing to attention.

She didn't have abs, like Rainbow Dash had, but she wasn't carrying too much extra weight either. Her stomach was flat, smooth, and then he saw the trimmed pink bush that indicated where her marehood was. Her hips, they accented her breasts beautifully, and he saw a gorgeous mare before him. He started to rise, but she moved toward him, her hand resting on his shoulder.

"No," she kissed him, "Stay here, like this."

She kissed down his neck, to his shoulder, her wings standing straight up. There was a part of her that knew that this was right. Primeval force had just overrode cognitive thought and she didn’t even realize she had pushed back onto the bed, torn off his bed clothes, and straddled his hips until she impaled herself upon his spire.

“Haugh!” The Sol Priestess gasped, “Oh, agh, so big-”

“Fluttershy?” Endymion asked, “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“Yes,” Fluttershy moaned, then, “no. I mean- Oh, SOL! This… This is my first time.”

“You’re first-” Endymion started, “You’re a virgin, Shy?”

The shy mare grunted as she adjusted herself into a more comfortable position, then said, “Yes.”

“So, wait,” the crown prince began, “why are you doing this?”

A short moan was followed by some shallow panting before Fluttershy responded, “I wanted to get to know My Champion better.”

“But Shy-” Endymion started before Fluttershy’s internal works clamped down around his pride, stifling the rest of his thought.

“It’s okay,” Shy panted, “I want this.”

Then the golden mare began to bob on top of him. There was a lot of hesitation on her part. She would start moving at a rapid pace, but then he’d slip out of her because she wasn’t focused at the task at hand. After re-inserting him into herself, she began again, more cautious. All the time, she gasped with every downward thrust; every shift in position caused her to groan in pain. The longer she went at it, though, the less painful it got for her and the more enjoyable it became.

At length, Shy found a rhythm she was capable of sustaining. She rode on Endymion’s shaft hard, grunting, panting, arching her back, all the while keeping the prince pinned to the bed by her sheer will. Endymion was unsure of how she was doing that, and he wouldn’t complain about it either, but the art of rutting a Pegasus was to one he had the pleasure of knowing. Especially a mare as timid as Fluttershy was.

“Mine,” she then began to growl, “this is mine. ALl mine, nopony elses.”

“Shy,” Endymion warned, “I can think of a few mares who already have a claim-”

“You are mine,” Shy growled again, and Endymion noticed for the first time that a set of fangs had begun to protrude from the priestess’ gums. Her eyes began to take on a crimson hue, wholly different from her teal pools. Her wings began to morph, looking more and more like the leathery, bony appendages of the ledrflapper that were assigned as his mother’s personal security detail. It made Fluttershy even more beautiful than before, but it was a metamorphosis that was going to take some getting used to.

Soon, Shy’s nails began to rake along his chest, drawing blood as they did so. The pain Endymion endured wasn’t all that severe but it was level of kink he didn’t know if he appreciated. Then Fluttershy reared back, her leathery wings spread out fully, and she screamed. The roar she emitted was unlike anything he had ever heard before. It was both within the realm of audible and outside of it as well; Endymion was dead certain of this.

Then Shy’s Kegel muscles wrenched on his tool and even though he was doing his best to refrain from popping to early, Endymion couldn’t stop his climax in this state even if he wanted to. His seed erupted into Fluttershy’s womb, it seemed, and the excess fluids spilled into her passage. The shy mare seemed ready for this and her body soaked up every last drop of his essence until he had nothing left to give. The transformed Pegasus was not quite done yet, for she wiggled her hips, trying to wring every ounce of his sperm into her. It was like she could never get enough.

Then the door to the bedroom slammed open; Pinkie and Twilight, still clad in their bathing suits and steam pouring off their bodies, stormed right in. They gasped in surprise at the sight of their shy friend, mounted atop of their stallion, and transmogrified into some sort of she demon.

“Get back!” Demon Fluttershy announced, “I have claim of him!”