April 8th, 1001 Domina Solaria

Doug awakens, as he does most days, in one of his favorite positions: the warm embrace of his mares. One hand buried in elegant curls, the dark mass of purple spilling over his mare’s coat in free, rippling waves. His other arm, slung around her barrel, tickles at her taut belly as he muddles through the process of waking up. He’s on his back, more than normal, and it takes his sleep-addled mind a moment to realize something that releases a jolt of adrenaline.

It’s his favorite way to wake up.

Waves of pleasure course through his body, twitches that threaten to turn into spasms. A warm, soft wetness surrounds his rock-hard cock, alongside a gentle yet firm press against his crotch. It feels absolutely wonderful, the way her lips periodically squeeze at the base of his manhood, how her tongue swiftly travels along his shaft to meander against his tip. Then, with a steady rhythm, she returns back down, pausing only briefly before ascending again.

Only two mares regularly wake him in this manner, and he doubts Rainbow Dash snuck in to steal the Dawn’s turn, even if he wouldn’t put it past her. The light sheet covering his knees cannot conceal which of the two it is, the long horn making a tent that would rival his own. His hips beg to press against those luscious lips as another rapturous wave comes, his thighs to squeeze against her head like she squeezes around him, or for his hands to grip her in place as he releases his load into that patiently awaiting mouth.

He wants to see her beautiful face, the twinkling smile, those graceful curves wrapping around and taking his full length. He pulls the sheet off, revealing the Princess of the Day. Not exactly in all her glory, yet just as gorgeous, the ripples in the aurora-like mane subdued in the hour before dawn, tied behind her head in the simple ponytail he finds so attractive. No royal crown, no golden shoes on the hooves that press into his belly and hold him in place, no ornate peytral between them, just velvety alabaster fur that feels wonderful against every part she touches. Her eyes remain closed, hiding those sparkling orbs, her attention solely focused on him.

“That feels amazing,” Doug whispers to his lover, cautious of waking the slumbering mare next to him, especially as he pulls his arm away to caress Celestia’s cheek.

She doesn’t stop, heavens no, or even slow, her only acknowledgement a slight twist of her smile. If anything she speeds up, slightly at first, her head beginning to bob faster and faster. She mimes the sun during the dawn, slowly growing bolder, her body pressing against his as she all but begs for that sweet release.

“I’m so lucky,” he moans, slipping back against the soft sheets, shamelessly enjoying the euphoric caressing of his cock.

Part of him wants to resist, to prolong the pleasure, to enjoy this as long as possible. Yet it would be ultimately futile; she’s incredibly hot, and not just the depths of her mouth. He can feel his own temperature rising, his face flushing, his breaths turning to pants.

“I- I’m getting close,” Doug warns, back arching, not that he can thrust inside her any further.

Celestia merely smiles. Her pace increases, leaving him no chance to regain his stamina, her tongue doing a fabulous job of tantalizing him with every motion. She can sense him getting close, treasuring the pulses that briefly expand his manhood. Her eyes open, locking onto his, as her motions come to a halt. She presses him as deep as she can, not wanting to let a single drop spill as he releases.

“J-just like the first time,” Doug ekes out as he recovers. He runs his hand along her head, tickling at her ear, the best way he knows to show his love and appreciation.

She coos softly, returning a nudge of her own, as her tongue runs from his base to the tip one final time, encouraging the last drop to come out. And then, with his seed disappearing down her throat, she relaxes, rests her head against his stomach and enjoys the gentle ministrations of his hands as they dig into her mane.

Rarity stirs, rolling to ponyloaf and regarding the two without a hint of tiredness. She smiles, if slightly forced, and nuzzles her stallion. Her sigh comes out perhaps a bit stronger than she meant. “I’m sorry,” Rarity apologizes immediately. “I-I just didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Hey,” Doug reassures. “You’re always welcome to join in.”

Both Rarity and Celestia roll their eyes at his cheek. “I don’t know if I could,” Rarity counters, ignoring the many times in the past she has, though never with Celestia or Luna. Her smile pulls a little tighter. “I know how much you enjoy your time with the Princesses, and I would hate to take that away from you.”

Celestia is torn; should she apologize for her jam-packed schedule? It would be unbecoming to do so, even just among the members of the herd, and besides; she doesn’t allocate more than a few hours a week for personal time in order to stay current on the rest of her little ponies and their situations. Yesterday excepted, though that was more a product of their success in Klugetown leaving her schedule open, and even then she spent much of the time reading through her backlog of reports.

“Rares,” Doug says with a touch of regret, reaching over to tussle her behind the ears.

Rarity turns away, but not enough to lose his hand. “No, no, forget I said anything.”

“Hey.” The forceful tone in Doug’s voice gets Rarity to turn back. “It’s okay. You can tell me anything; I won’t get mad.”

“I know,” Rarity says with a fretful glance at Celestia. “It’s just…” She looks away again. “We worry about you, somehow, I don’t know, even with three Princesses in the herd, growing… well… bored. That, for some reason, you still might stray from the herd.”

Doug sighs, leaning back against the bed. His hand doesn’t leave Rarity’s side, nor Celestia’s; neither do they move, yet he can feel their eyes boring into him. His words come out as a statement more than a question. “This is because of Chrysalis.”

“Obviously.” Rarity’s pitch rises, speaking as if in hypotheticals. “Some stallions might be looking for some trait their mares don’t have, but with nine of us…”

“It’s not that,” Doug counters. His hands rub at the corners of their mouths, trying to draw smiles from the otherwise stony gazes of the two mares. “I’m happy, more than happy, with all of you.” He focuses first on Celestia, then Rarity. “It doesn’t matter if I’ve been with you ten times, or a thousand. Each time is special, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Nothing is going to change that.”

Rarity smiles, snuggling a little closer. Celestia slips past his knee to rest against his other side, staying silent.

“But with Chrysalis…” Doug stalls, lips pursing. “As cliché as it sounds, it’s different with her.” He sighs heavily as they wait for him to continue. “She’s from a different culture, and I’m afraid of her seeing a denial, any denial, as some sort of betrayal against her. I don’t know if I can even bring it up, that she might see our interactions not from a genuine place of wanting to help her, but instead as a calculated ploy to gain her trust and then, I don’t know, shove Friendship down her throat or something.”

“You certainly seemed eager to help her,” Rarity says, somewhat curious. Her hoof gently runs across Doug’s chest, then lifts up to repeat the motion.

“Yeah. I was. I still am.” Doug meets Rarity’s eyes. “What would you like me to do?”

“As cliché as it sounds?” Rarity smirks. “Whatever you think is best. And right now?” She rolls to her back, the bulge of her belly somewhat hidden, her hind legs spreading in her stallion’s favorite position. “I think you should plow the most beautiful mare in the room.”

“Alright,” Doug says with a nod and cheeky smirk of his own. He starts to get up, a bit of light spilling onto the bed underneath him. “Let me go get Rainbow Dash.”

“Get back here,” Rarity commands with a roll of her eyes, ignoring that troll’s unmarelike snort and stifled guffaws. A single hoof is all it takes to push Doug back into the bed.

“As you wish,” Doug answers with a quick peck to Rarity’s snout. He pops right back up to his knees, turning around, his hand rubbing at his chin as he regards the two mares with melodramatic consideration. A light pull is enough to get Celestia to roll to the same position on her back, the two watching him curiously. “Now,” he muses. “Who to start with? Hmm.” He glances between the two before exclaiming, “I know! Whoever can hold out longest.”

“Hold out-” Rarity starts before gasping as Doug grabs hold of her hind leg. Fingertips tickle the sensitive frog, and it is all she can do to keep that gasp in, hold her breath, in the vain hope that-

“Bwa-ha-ha!” Celestia chortles, writhing, kicking out with the three legs Doug is not currently holding on to. He releases her, hand going to her belly, softly rubbing as she recovers.

Rarity stares at the alabaster Princess, frowning, even as Doug’s hand goes from her frog to part the lips he parted last night. “You let me win,” she accuses, if gently, the waves of pleasure as he finds that little nub threatening to overwhelm her. At Celestia’s measured sigh she continues, “Y-you didn’t have to do that. I’m fine, really.” She tries to close her hind legs, but that just ends up trapping Doug’s hand against her, those cursed fingers pushing further into her moist depths.

“It’s quite alright,” Celestia says, no trace of her earlier lack of control, enjoying as her stallion reaches her nethers. She can feel his fingers trace against her, a slight chill, yet warmer than most that come against her.

“No, no,” Rarity says with a shake of her head. Doug withdraws, if reluctantly. “As I said before. I would hate to abscond with any of your precious time together. Please.”

“I would never refuse such a generous offer,” Celestia returns with a broad smile. Her hips shift, attempting to help her stallion line up in as comfortable a position as possible. She wants him to be happy. Yet her thick barrel, especially compared to the smaller mares, makes it a challenge, especially once her belly gets full. “You are sure you don’t want me on my stomach?”

“Nah,” Doug counters. “I want to see that beautiful face.” He spares a moment to run a finger along her broad smile, then lines himself up with her full, inviting lips. They squeeze open, as if with a mind of their own, exposing the pink tunnel. He slips inside as the walls close, a light and tender grasp, and a single thrust is all it takes to bury himself as deep as he can go. Yet the challenge isn’t starting, it’s keeping going, especially with the heat the Princess of the Sun pumps out.

Rarity watches with a growing smile as Doug’s hips rise and smash down, partially hidden by the thick Sun-emblazoned thighs. She can mostly make out the Solar crest on his broad chest, how Celestia’s hooves reach up to press against it, to knead into him as he plows into her. The Lunar crest on his back is much clearer, the whites glowing like fireflies. She gasps as his teal diamond-marked wrist again sinks into her marehood, his rhythm never slowing.

“Oh, Tartarus,” Celestia exclaims darkly. Her horn flares, the sheet flipping up to cover their lower halves. Doug only realizes why when the door cracks open and a column of light spills into the room.

Don’t stop, his body begs. They’ve seen you naked. They already know what’s happening. The worst part is, he can see the same sentiment scrawled on Celestia’s face. The soft whine, how her hooves tug at his back, the writhing of her hips, all begging for him to continue. Maybe they went away. He’s so close, just a little more…

The bed shifts, a light bounce, from a young mare leaping on. He’s glad the sheet covers him.

“Good morning!” Lemon exclaims brightly, and even without looking at her Doug can feel the smile beaming, so opposite the repressed scowl from the mare underneath.

“Good morning,” Rarity replies icily, the other two glad they don’t need to respond. “Lemon,” she admonishes. “What have we told you about coming in when the door is locked?”

“Pff,” Lemon puffs out, shaking her head. “Trixie taught us how to pick those locks, like, ages ago. Besides, it wasn’t locked, just alarmed. And this is an emergency!”

“An emergency,” Rarity deadpans. She desperately wishes to rest a hoof against her horn. “And what, pray tell, is the emergency? Our desired pancake preference?”

“Nah, I got that last week,” Lemon replies without a hint of contrition. “Everyberry any-chip, with a banana and extra whipped cream.” Lemon doesn’t bat an eye, and somehow Celestia retains her motherly aura. “Luna came by, but, like, she didn’t want to bother you if you were busy.”

“My Sister?” In an instant Celestia’s demeanor transforms, any trace of the besotted mare gone. She pauses, almost as an afterthought, to spare her stallion a kiss before she gently ushers him to the side. Her horn flares; the stench of sex disappears, her mane flows freely, and any ruffles in her coat smooth out. “Not as good as a bath and brush,” she reassures her stallion with a brief nuzzle, “and I shall make it up to you.”

“Hey, go. I’ll be fine. You’re the important Princess.” Doug sighs, still a little miffed about the interruption. He rubs at the corner of her mouth, drawing a smile.

“Thank you for understanding,” Celestia replies, dipping her head into the palm of his hand. She turns to Lemon. “She is already here?”

“Yup! Got her started on a double stack already.” Lemon hops off the bed, trotting to the door. She stops to make sure the others are following; only Celestia is, which is good enough for her. “I’ve got yours started already, it’ll just be a minute!”

“Very well.” Celestia follows at a more leisurely pace, her long limbs making up for the young yet growing mare’s trot. She pauses at the entryway to the dining room, noticing something off immediately in the low light. “Luna! Is your cutie mark… glowing?”

“This?” Luna looks up from her half-eaten stack of ten pancakes to her cutie mark. It is, indeed, pulsing with faint light. “We… suppose?” She shrugs, only mildly concerned. “We did not come here for that reason. We were monitoring the dreams of the hippogriffs, specifically their queen. We fear our proposed peace deal will not go as planned.”

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