“Innkeeper! More ale!”

Celestia pounded her empty drinking-jack upon the table, hard enough to make the knife-scarred, wine-stained timbers shake. She had laid claim to the largest table in the common room, at which point she had immediately invited the rest of the nameless road-house's customers to drink with her. It was rare for a pegasus or unicorn to pass through the remote village-- but a woman with the telltale wings and horn of both was simply unheard of. Still, between Celestia's sunny disposition and the copious amounts of alcohol sloshed about, the peasantry's trepidations faded away.

Even without her alicorn heritage, Celestia would still draw attention to herself. Taller than even the burliest of earth ponies, her snow-white coat did little to hide the toned lines of her musculature. Her humble brown tunic was too small for her by several degrees-- Celestia had already ripped off the sleeves to give extra room for her battle-honed arms, though there was little to be done for the way her bust filled the front of the tunic, dangerously straining the v-shaped neckline. A broad belt around her waist held a plain but serviceable sword in its scabbard, and also served to cinch Celestia's tunic in tighter to highlight the powerful curve of her frame. Cord-weaved bracelets decorated her thick wrists, bearing various small feathers, beastly fangs, and other small trophies from monsters she'd defeated. Everything about her, from the flowing mass of her unruly mane, to the confident stride of her hooves, proclaimed Celestia to be a warrior born, a creature of power.

And appetite.

The innkeeper hauled a fresh keg over, carefully weaving his way through the chairs and tables with the heavy barrel. He was young for the job, having inherited the inn from his parents, but he kept to his job with dogged determination, even as a winged amazon held impromptu court in the middle of the room.

“Here, let me help you--” Celestia neatly picked the keg up with one hand and effortlessly hefted it onto the table. She set the keg down with a heavy thud, then set about pouring herself a fresh drink. “This should last us a little while longer, ay lads?” The amazon raised her jack, and the other ponies at the table cheered.

“Thank you?” The innkeeper wiped his hands off on his apron, nervous. “But, ah-- Miss? As much as I appreciate the business, there's still the matter of, ah ... compensation.”

“Of course!” Celestia downed a gulp of ale, then wiped her muzzle with the back of her hand. “You've been nothing but a gracious host. It will be my pleasure to--” she trailed off as she reached down to her belt, feeling around for something that wasn't there.

“To ... what?” The innkeeper said, as politely as he could.

“You'll get paid, don't worry.” Celestia huffed, and an embarrassed, rosy blush came to fill her ivory cheeks. “It's just that ... my sister's the one with the money. She says she has to hang onto it 'cause I'm irresponsible. Can you believe that?”

“You don't say.” The Innkeeper said, deadpan. “And when is she supposed to get here?”

“Luna said she'd meet me here-- she's off chasing down--” Celestia paused, then shook her head. “Luna's off somewhere else.” She noted. “But she'll be good for it, I swear.”

“I've heard that before.” The innkeeper crossed his arms over his chest.

“Or ... “ Celestia rubbed at her chin as she sized up the innkeeper. He was handsome enough, in his own way, with his broad shoulders and sandy-colored mane. Slowly, her lips turned up in a smile. “We might be able to think of a ... different means of compensation.”

“What are you-- mmfm!” The innkeeper's question trailed off as Celestia grabbed him by the apron and pulled him in for a lusty kiss, eliciting another round of cheers from the inn's other patrons.

Celestia finally let him come up for air, then leaned in to touch the tip of her nose against his. She kept her fistful of the innkeeper's apron, holding him in place. “Does that sound fun to you?”

“I ... oh ... wow.” The innkeeper blinked. “That ... wasn't what I expected.”

“You haven't seen anything yet.” Celestia winked. “Now then, may I?” she asked, surprisingly polite.

The innkeeper smiled. Nodded. Then let out another cry of surprise as Celestia hoisted him up off of his hooves, and deposited him to sit on the table in front of her, just as she'd done with the get of beer. Fabric tore as the lusty amazon pulled the innkeeper's apron away, and then again as she made short work of the front of his trousers. A heavy cock slipped free, already half-firm. “Oooh.” Celestia wet her lips in anticipation, staring at the innkeeper's member. “How'd you even hide this?”

“Here?” The innkeeper said, glancing around at his patrons-- who, even with several pints apiece within them, stared on in similar states of shock as they watched the amazonian woman prepare to ravish their host.

“Why not?” Celestia didn't take her eyes off the innkeeper's member as she closed her fingers around it, coaxing him to full hardness with just a few passes of her surprisingly gentle hand. The innkeeper squeaked out an affirmative-sounding reply, and Celestia just smiled. She parted her lips and took the head of his cock between them, curling her warm, wet tongue around it. Her hand slid downward, sword-calloused fingers tracing, cradling the innkeeper's balls as Celestia took more of his length into her muzzle. She suckled playfully, eagerly, pleasuring her new lover. The innkeeper gasped aloud, body tensing-- which Celestia took as her signal to pull off of him with a wet, lewd sound.

“Not yet.” She cooed, standing up to her full, imposing height, splaying her wings out behind her. She scooped up a mug of ale, drained it in a single gulp, and tossed the empty over her shoulder. As the wooden mug clattered on the floorboards, Celestia's hands went to her swordbelt, unfastening it. Her still sheathed sword hit the ground; a moment later, her thin tunic followed.

Under normal circumstances, Celestia was nothing short of impressive. Nude, she was glorious. With the humble trappings of the mundane discarded, the winged woman's nigh-godly nature shone through. Every inch of her was a study in perfection, from the curve of her shoulder to the dip of her waist to the very tips of her hooves. Her heavy, pink-capped tits hung proudly from her chest, and a glance between Celestia's thighs revealed the heated, swollen lips of her pussy. The very scent of her wafted through the inn, musky and intoxicating, enough to set Celestia's impromptu audience to drooling.

A sweep of Celestia's powerful arm cleared a stretch of the table, and a gentle push of her fingertips eased the innkeeper onto his back, leaving his hard, needy cock jutting upward. Celestia savored the sight for a moment, then stepped up onto the table in a single, long-legged stride. She straddled the innkeeper, settling down on her knees before she eased herself downward, guiding him into her soaking, needy sex. The ivory-winged warrior shuddered as the innkeeper filled her, but she kept on lowering her hips until his cock was hilted inside her pussy. Celestia savored the feeling for a long moment before she started working herself up and down, eagerly fucking the innkeeper. She bounced up and down and each movement sent her tits to jiggling. Celestia braced one hand on the innkeeper's chest, smiling down at him with shining, playful eyes as she worked her slick, impossibly hot pussy over his cock.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure, the innkeeper didn't last long. He gasped and panted with ragged breaths until his every muscle tensed beneath Celestia's body. The innkeeper arced his back, shoulders pressing against the table as he pushed his hips upward, sliding himself deeper into Celestia's pussy. He let himself go inside of her, flooding the amazon's pussy with his hot seed. Celestia laughed as he came, delighting in the feel of another pony climaxing beneath her. Panting, the innkeeper rode out the last of his orgasm, then collapsed to the table in a limp, nerveless heap.

Celestia leaned down, ample breasts pillowing against his chest as she gleaned another brief, affectionate kiss from his lips before eliciting a high-pitched groan from the lucky colt with another lewd roll of her hips. She finally showed mercy, swinging her leg up and over his body as she slid the innkeeper's cock out of her dripping, sticky pussy.

The nude warrior clasped her hands above her head and stretched her long body out, shamelessly showing herself off for the stunned earth ponies still watching. Celestia rolled her neck, then grabbed a discarded mug from the floor and once again filled it up with crisp, refreshing ale from the keg. It was only once she had taken a long drink that she turned her attention to the other ponies present.

“You know,” Celestia said, conversationally, “I don't quite think I've worked my tab off yet.” And with that, Celestia bent at the waist, resting her elbows on the table. She stood with her hooves at shoulder width, and hiked her multicolored tail upward to better reveal the rounded globes of her ass.

“Who's next?”

By morning, the inn looked like a battlefield. Naked, exhausted, and thoroughly satisfied ponies sprawled out on the tables and chairs-- at least those tables and chairs that hadn't broken under the force of Celestia's enthusiastic debauchery. The alicorn herself sprawled out near the hearth, with the innkeeper curled up on her right, and a green-mared mare (the innkeeper's wife? friend? sister?) on her left. Bit by bit, Celestia returned to consciousness, happily sated from the previous night's carousing.

Celestia perked her ears as she heard gentle footsteps pick their way across the inn. She opened her eyes, and sure enough, there was Luna, wearing her typical travel gear, hooded cloak, and disapproving expression.

“Again, sister?” Luna asked, glancing around at Celestia's 'handiwork.'

“It helps me relax.” Celestia huffed. She planted a gentle kiss on the innkeeper's forehead, then wriggled herself free from between the still-dozing ponies.

“Relax.” Luna said, deadpan.

“Oh, come off it. Like you don't enjoy a good lay every now and again. Don't think I don't remember what you and that zebra-witch got up to down south.”

“You still shouldn't conduct yourself like some common trollop.”

“Don't worry, Luna. I'd never fuck for money. That'd be too much like work.” Celestia laughed, then collected her swordbelt and tunic from where they'd been tossed in a corner, though she didn't bother putting either on.

“It's good to have principles.” Luna took a coin-heavy pouch out of her cloak and tossed it onto the innkeeper, who still slept the sleep of the pleasantly, thoroughly exhausted. “Now, clean yourself up.” Luna ran her eyes up and down Celestia's sticky, sweaty body. “We've a long way to go if we're going to find Clover the Clever.”

“If we're--” Celestia blinked. “You mean you found him?”

“My contact did, yes. Apparently, Clover the Clever is in the employ of Princess Platinum. Apparently he's already made quite a name for himself as an adviser. We should be able to find him quite easily, once we make it to the Princess' castle.”

Celestia perked her ears, and her smile grew wider and more giddy. “And once we find Clover--”

“--he may be able to tell us what happened to Starswirl.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Celestia tightened her grip around her scabbarded sword, and flared her wings.

“For you to get dressed, for the most part. Unless you'd like to meet Clover the Clever with dried ale all over your tits.”

“Don't tempt me.”