Three days later

…I’ll sit and spin for a little while

If it’s the end of days

I’m goin’ out in style

Too much, too young, too fast

I’m gonna drink it up, while it lasts

Too much, too young, too fast

I’m gonna tear it up, so fill my glass…

Celestia was nodding absent-mindedly in rhythm with the song as the Thundercharge crept slowly along the snow-covered bridge. The heater was rumbling at full force, managing to keep the car’s interior relatively warm but Celestia pulled her hat down tighter, somewhat hampered by the gloves on her hands. Her task finished, she returned her attention to the mountain range in the distance. They were now well and truly in Winterhold, where snow reigned supreme.

The cold, crisp air tickled the back of her throat as Lieia inhaled deeply, a wistful sigh escaping her.

“’s been ages since I was last here.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I was only seven that time. It was Cara’s tenth birthday. Mom paid for the trip.” She scooped up a handful of snow from her car’s roof, making a small snowball, tossing it away lazily.

“I was so terrible at skiing. Always kept falling over and didn’t get any further than thirty metres before tripping.” She chuckled before opening the car’s trunk, lifting a pair of bags out, handing one to Celestia.

“So, what’ll we be doing here?”

“Skiing. Some exploring. And other stuff. S’mores at the fireplace, yo!” She laughed, motioning Celestia to follow her.

“I am not sure I feel completely comfortable with this, Lieia.” Celestia muttered, looking at the two rikstan-fibre skis attached to her boots. Naturally resilient and flexible, the wood was long-lasting and was often used in construction of sailboats, but found use in other applications of a rather wide range.

“Don’t worry, Cel. Just hold your legs apart at shoulder width and steer by leaning left or right. Are you ready?”

“Not really, no.” The backpack seemed unnaturally heavy for a moment.

“Don’t worry, Celly. I’ll stick close. Let’s go.” Lieia gave the mare-turned-woman a push and Celestia gave a small cry as she started moving downhill, slowly gathering speed. Lieia kicked off, soon coming alongside her.

“It’s really easy once you get the hang of it, y’know.” They were approaching a turn at a leisurely pace. “Remember – steer with your weight. Bend your knees a bit, lower your gravity centre some or you’ll fall over.” Celestia did as instructed and laughed giddily as the skis cut through snow.

“Have you really never gone skiing before?”

“Well, no, not really.” She dug into the snow with her poles, grunting with effort, eventually catching up to Lieia. “There is ice-skating, though. Never did try that either.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

“Indeed.”

Lieia doubled over with laughter, barely managing to stand upright. Celestia tried to wipe her face clean of snow but failed miserably.

“Your legs… Th-they just… Oh, Gods, that was freaking hilarious, Cel!” Her fit of giggles resumed, stronger than before. Celestia looked helplessly at her lover from her position. “Okay… Okay. Sorry ‘bout that, Celly.” She calmed down, helping Celestia get up and reattach her skis. “Y’okay? It was quite a fall you took there.”

“I am quite alright, Lieia.”

“Sorry ‘bout that. Kinda needed a good laugh.” She pulled Celestia closer, giving her a kiss. “Let’s go. We’re almost there.”

“Where?”

“You’ll see. C’mon.” They resumed their ski trip then, the sky already tinted red by the setting sun.

“Just stick it in the snow, pull the cord and take a step back, Cel. The tent’ll do the rest.” Celestia did as instructed. Moments later, the small, orange pack twitched violently, unfolding and growing in size, clicking dryly.

“Hey, presto! We have ourselves a tent.” Lieia exclaimed, opening the entrance and tossing her backpack in there, Celestia following her inside.

“How is the floor so soft already?”

“Nanofoam. All we gotta carry with us is the heater-slash-furnace, sleeping bags, food and other odds and ends. So let’s get cozy.”

The small heater rumbled quietly, filling the tent with warmth.

“You look kinda exhausted, Celly.”

“That I am. We were trekking for a couple of hours, no?”

“Yep. On a side note, you’ve got curves to die for.” Lieia reached over to the alicorn, rubbing her hip fondly, getting a smile in return.

“You’re not hard on the eyes, either, Lieia.” The white mare shuffled closer to her, suppressing a yawn.

“You really are tired. Never mind. I’ve almost got the food ready.” Celestia nodded, laying back, her eyes never leaving Lieia as the woman hummed quietly.

“Do continue doing that, my dear.” Celestia sighed, rolling on her back, letting Lieia’s fingers access her stomach. She purred blissfully as the woman scratched her stomach.

“Are you secretly a cat, Cel?” Lieia muttered resignedly; eyeing Celestia as the alabaster alicorn rolled around on her back, all but moaning with joy.

“Well, no. But I do enjoy being cared for. And you know really well where to touch me.” Celestia bit back a gasp as Lieia’s fingers wandered further down south. Of course, her lover didn’t miss that, letting out a low chuckle. Before Celestia could say anything, Lieia resumed her teasing, her fingers now slowly kneading the mare’s thigh.

“Aa-ah.” Celestia gasped, her body going rigid. Lieia gave her a sultry grin, shuffling closer to her.

“Well… it’s a couple of minutes until the food’s ready. I’m sure we can have some fun ‘til then.”

“W-we really shouldn’t… Wh-what if I burn the tent down by accident?”

“Don’t deny it, Celly. You like it.”

“I-“

“Y’know, sometimes you’re a complete enigma to me. Other times, you’re an open book. You love the fact that I’m not obeying you. You, my dear, have a fetish for being dominated. You could’ve forced me to stop, yet you didn’t.”

“But… Oh, fine. It is true. All my ponies, they are all so small and weak, compared to me. You, however…” After Lieia said nothing, she quickly continued. “Please don’t hate me.”

“Why would I hate you, Cel? Truth be told, I’m getting ideas for some… unorthodox ways to have fun.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. It’ll have to wait ‘til later, though.” She let her fingers brush across Celestia’s marehood, making the mare shiver in anticipation.

“I cannot wait.”

“Wow. How does it work?”

“Science. As the saying goes, ‘any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.’” Lieia responded, returning her gaze to the transparent roof of their tent.

“That makes sense, I suppose.” They fell silent, looking at the northern lights lazily curving across the skies.

“The magnetic field from Oramte interferes with Linv’s. Result – some pretty damn awesome light shows that sometimes bridge the space between the two of ‘em. What’s your opinion?”

“Amazing. No other word for it. And to think I once presumed Equestria was alone in the universe. Even with the war, there is much beauty to be found, no?”

“That’s right, Cel.” Lieia whispered in return, snuggling closer to Celestia, enjoying the warmth radiated by the alicorn. Celestia’s soft, silky coat felt incredibly… soft as she gently stroked the mare’s chest.

“So… Now?” Celestia piped up.

“I guess. If it’s okay with you.”

“It’s not like I can stop you, hmm?” Celestia murmured quietly, craning her head closer to Lieia’s, letting the woman kiss her, driven by a desperate need for intimate understanding. After several tantalising seconds, Lieia moved on, her lips dancing across Celestia’s neck, coaxing out a moan from the alicorn. Lieia’s fingers were ten points of contact on her neck, soft yet supple, kneading her neck.

“Ooooh… L-Lieiaaahh…” She moaned, feeling desire burn brighter within her. The woman in question didn’t hurry, however, slowly, teasingly making her way downwards – past her withers down to her chest. Every kiss earned her a chord of vocal approval from Celestia. “P-please don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t intending to.” Lieia answered quietly, her hand reaching around Celestia’s back, her fingers sinking in the alicorn’s plumage, threading gently through the well-groomed feathers. Immediately, Celestia went stiff as a board, whimpering, barely restraining herself from screaming, prompting Lieia to hastily pull her arm back.

Holy shit.

“N-no, keep going!” Celestia cried out, panting.

“Wait. So you aren’t in pain?”

“Well, no. That was a very, uh… sensitive area. R-right between my wings.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, then.”

“Y-you’re not going to do that anymore?” Celestia pouted, looking at Lieia pleadingly.

“I could. But I’m not going to.”

“W-why?”

“Because that takes the fun out of it, Celly.”

“O-out of what?”

“Making you beg.” Lieia’s voice took on a darker, more commanding tone that both shocked and delighted Celestia, though at the moment she was particularly aroused and was in no mood to beat around the bush, so to speak. She let out a frustrated whinny.

“Lieia!”

“Ah-ah-aaah! You didn’t say the magic word.” Her eyes shone intensely.

“But-“

“Beg.”

An order. Now that was something of a novelty - something Celestia hadn’t heard in a very long time. And did it send her heartbeat skyrocketing. Not that she would ever admit it to anypony. Well, maybe to Lieia.

“Please. I beg of you, Lieia.” For added effect she flattened her ears against her head, her lower lip quivering. Apparently that did the trick, since Lieia grinned almost-maliciously, her fingers once more digging into the spot right between her wings. Immediately, Celestia went rigid again, her whimpers of pleasure music to Lieia’s ears. Already, she could feel the warmth take hold between her legs and she rubbed them together reflexively, turned on as she was by the alicorn’s moans. By Gods, Celestia was so easy to work up. Her breathless gasps did start to worry Lieia after a while and she stopped. Celestia immediately went limp, panting.

“K-keep going, Lieia… Please.”

“If I do, you’ll pass out from lack of oxygen. Get your breath back.”

“I… Okay.” A couple of moments passed before Celestia had recollected herself, her breathing now more even and the alicorn got up, turning around, offering herself to Lieia.

“Don’tcha think that’s sort of unromantic, Cel? Sticking your ass into my face? I have to say, though, it’s a nice ass.”

“At this point, I couldn’t care less, Lieia.” Celestia muttered, her tail whisking about impatiently. A thin line of driplets were visible where she’d lain previously as Lieia got to her knees, shuffling closer to Celestia’s rear, once more getting a faceful of the mare’s tail.

“Gah, stop that.” Acting more decisively, she pushed the mass of hair out of her face, dragging her tongue along Celestia’s dripping slit. The alicorn in question moaned, calming down a bit. Encouraged, Lieia licked again, her fingers sinking a bit in Celestia’s supple flanks.

“Oh, YES!” Celestia all but screamed, her wings flaring.

“Aren’t you worked up something fierce, huh?” All she got was a whimper in response and she chuckled, leaning in closer, beginning to pick up her pace. She let her tongue and lips dance all over Celestia’s marehood. The taste of cinnamon did eventually made her tongue go numb and she had to take a break. Pulling her tongue out proved to be a tad complicated – Celestia’s walls kept trying to hold the writhing muscle inside.

Celestia collapsed, moaning and shivering, her coat glistening with sweat.

“W-why’d you stop…?”

“My tongue’th numb. You tathe like thinnamon.” Lieia muttered, her chin smeared with Celestia’s love juices.

“Oh…?”

“Yeth. You’re very thpicy.” Celestia blushed as Lieia kissed her, tasting herself on the woman’s lips.

“Ah. Well, uh… I’m inclined to agree with you.”

“Mmh. You’re tathy, though.” Lieia leaned away, grabbing a bottle of water, taking a gulp. “Right, I’m okay. So how about you lie down on your back? I have more access that way.” Celestia did as instructed, but felt terribly exposed as Lieia got to her knees. She could feel the woman’s warm breath on her needy, inflamed sex and she stirred impatiently.

“Calm down, you’ll get yours.” Her lover muttered, her face inches away from her crotch.

That was when Celestia’s patience finally ran out. With a snarl, she reached down with her forelegs, forcing Lieia’s face in her groin.

“Damn it, Lieia! Stop foaling around and make me cum!”

Well, now.

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