Be Celestia, living with your new husband. It's only been a month after you married Anon, an incredible month in which you explored each other to the fullest. Sharing secrets and secret places, filling the nights and dozing through lazy mornings. You grin at some of the more interesting memories. Those hands~

You shake your head, and return to your little task: making breakfast in bed for your cute husband. It may have been a few thousand years since you last had to cook for yourself, but it can't be that hard. The biscuits are baking in the oven as you start chopping peppers for the omelette. You hear footsteps down the stairs. Out of habit, you renew a certain cosmetic little glamour. Anon wanders over, dressed only in red boxers and black socks, rubbing at his sleepy eyes.

So sexy, so cute.

"Didn't know you could cook, Sunbeam. Smells tasty."

You resist the urge to smile, and lift your chin proudly.

"Although I am a mare, I still know my way around a kitchen. Now sit and wait for your food like a good little colt."

He grins, pulling up a stool across the counter from you.

"Yes mistress, I'll watch in awe at your cooking prowess, and not because I'm worried about the food being burned."

Like a mature, sensible mare, you stick your tongue out at him. He chuckles, then leans his elbows on the counter.

"Whatcha makin'?"

You glance at the hourglass over the oven. Just about done.

"Omelette and biscuits. Sound good, Green Bean?"

"Mmhmm."

You turn and open the oven, letting the heat wash over your body. The biscuits look pretty good, if you say so yourself.

"Nice."

You glance over your shoulder. Anon is looking at -

You twitch your tail aside, then let it cover your marehood again, smirking all the while. He licks his lips, his eyes filled with barely contained hunger.

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"Now now, we wouldn't want to ruin your appetite for breakfast, would we?"

You set baking sheet on the stone counter. While you are there, you set a skillet on a burner and get the flame going. After so many years as a monarch, you are finding the little domestic chores to be rather refreshing. A mere thought closes the oven door. You turn back to the cutting board and peel the skin off an onion with your magic. Anon stares at you fondly from across the cutting board. You see a twinkle in his eye, the fires of his lust banked for now.

As you chop the vegetable you have a nagging feeling that you forgot about something. You glance around, but everything seems to be fine. You blink, your eyes beginning to sting. You back away from the cutting board, wings flared and ready to...

Anon looks at you with tears in his eyes. Your body shimmers oddly, your concentration shattered.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"What? I'm not!"

You feel your own tears forming. You never like to see a stallion cry, but this is too sudden.

"Green Bean, tell me, what's wrong?"

He opens his mouth, then pauses. You wait, goodness knows you don't want to pressure an emotionally distraught stallion.

"Sunflower, you do know cutting onions make people cry, right?"

Oh.

You scowl at him and he grins. You love him and his whimsy, you do, but...

"You scoundrel, it's been a millennia since I last cooked. And crying is playing dirty, dear."

He weaves his way around the counter, his hips shifting beguilingly. Ooh, and that bulge. That's right, come to Mama.

"One other thing, babe."

He loops his arms loosely around your withers, gazing at you in wonder.

"Have you always had those freckles?"

You instinctively try to back away, but his grip is too strong and he just ends up falling onto your tuft. You almost cast your glamour again, but the damage is done.

"...They're just sunspots."

Anon leans against you, his hands cupping your cheeks, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones.

"Celly. Tia. Sunbeambum. Babe. You have no idea how cute you look right now."

You scrunch a little.

"You don't have to force yourself, I know what I look like."

Anon gazes deep into your eyes, your skin prickling pleasantly as his fingers trace little constellations on your face.

"Celestia Cake Solarina, if you won't believe my words, let me explain more simply."

He presses his pelvis up against you, the firm length of his stallionhood hot on your belly. Your breath hitches, and you dare to hope.

"You like my...freckles."

He bares his delectably sharp teeth, his fingers digging into your wing muscles.

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"The one good thing about you hiding them is, "

His voice is low and growling, resonating exquisitely against you.

"now I want to knock you up even harder."

Faust, you love this stallion. With a sweep of magic and a push from your haunches, you push him gently to the cold tile floor and press down on his squirming, firm body. You pin him with marely strength, exulting in his futile struggles for dominance.

"Silly Green Bean, I'm the mare here. But I'll accept every drop you have for me."

He relaxes underneath you, melting into your pressure, all save a very key part of him.

"Fine, but next time I get to top."

Then he bites your neck, mingling pain, pleasure, and fear within you. You gasp and surge against him. It seems breakfast will just have to wait.