>I have heard that the heat effects every mare a little differently
>Some cannot stand to be around stallions for even the shortest amounts of time, some become more playful and aggressive and emotional, and others still seem completely unaffected by it
>My dear sister has always been in the latter category
>Through the many years that the two of us had weathered together her will had always been iron whenever winter became spring
>She was not a slave to her body's desires, her emotions did not run high
>In fact, she detested this part of the year with a burning passion
>It clouded ponies judgement, she said, it turned them into lust-driven buffoons that could only think of sex
>If she would have her way she would have done away with the whole business entirely
>My niece, on the other hoof, had entirely different thoughts about spring and the heat that it brought
>Cadence, more than anypony else that I have ever met, loves when spring comes around
>She loves what the heat does to ponies
>How it wakes the primal side, how it brings a mare and a stallion together in the most intimate way possible, how it brings new lives into the world and spreads love
>The heat needed to be embraced, she had told me once, we shouldn't fight it, we shouldn't ignore it. The urges that we mares felt, the discomfort, the ache, the need, all of it, was as pure and as honest as anything else in this world
>It had a way of peeling back a pony and showing their true self
>Because of the heat one was left open, vulnerable
>And the vulnerability was a good thing, she insisted, something that everypony should experience
>I myself had always seen the heat as a rather bothersome thing
>That wasn't to say that I held the same distaste as my sister did for it
 
>I could see the importance of it, knew the good that it did for my country, but for the longest time I had found it a nuisance
>Like any other I felt that need well up inside me when my sun chased away the cold, igniting my senses and wants
>I had lost my train of thought more than once when a stallion walked by
>I had felt that ache in my loins, that incessant itch to be filled, when I smelled their musk and the musk of a hundred mares that were in a similar state as myself
>But, without fail, I had controlled myself
>I was a Princess of Equestria
>Above all else I needed to be strong for my little ponies
>I had to be above these fillings, this animalistic want that made my knees weak and my thoughts cloudy
>I had to be more than a pony, more than a mare
>For more than two thousand years I had held myself to this standard, this thought
>But now?
>Now I was freed from those thoughts, those restraints
>I was making my way through the hallways of my castle
>My sun had long set and my sister's moon had taken it's place
>Through the rose windows that decorated the walls I could see the stars shining like jewels in the night sky
>I stopped a moment, letting my gaze travel across the black tapestry that hung over the city
>The way that the asterisms shoned, the nearly unnoticeable colors that mingled with the deep blue of the night, the beautiful full moon, I stared at all of these in wonderment and humility
>Before me was a masterpiece; a masterpiece that I could never hope to replicate
>In the thousand years where I had spent guarding the day as well as the night I had never managed anything more than mediocre compared to this
>I might have spent half the night staring out into the night sky, seeing all the work that Luna had put into it, if not for the heat under my tail
>A pang of want rippled through my body, causing me to stumble forward
>I bit my lip and looked away from the beauty that Luna had created
 
>Clutching my back legs, I extended my wings and gave them a flap in a vain attempt to cool myself off
>I was rewarded with another knee-weakening bolt of want for my troubles
>I took a deep breath through my nose, giving my head a shake
>Stargazing could be done on another day
>Tonight I was allowed the honor of not having to be quite so strong
I was allowed to let go, give in, become a simple mare that wanted nothing more than to get rid of this terrible ache in my being
>My hoofsteps echoed through the silent, empty halls with each step that I took
>Though my quarters were no far from here I could feel every step
>I could feel the gentle breeze that was coming through the half-opened window halfway down the hall
>I could feel the softness of my wings as they rubbed against my coat
>I could feel the cheeks of my rump rubbing together, teasing the sensitive, soaked, hot flesh in between
>A shiver ran through me, causing my wings to twitch
>I could feel the beating of my heart quicken as a bolt of pleasure raced through me
>My body felt alive; more alive than it had ever been, but I couldn't lose myself to this pleasure
>Not yet
>Not here
>As I continued forward I came upon a pair of my guards patrolling the halls
>There was Sergeant Hoplite, a stallion that had been in my service for many, many years, and Private Sunburst, a young colt that had just earned his helm and spear
 
>The two of them looked tired, ragged
>Just like myself this heat was affecting the both of them
>No doubt they could smell me just as I could smell them
>They could most likely see that I was forcing my tail to keep from rising at the sight of them
>I knew that the Sergeant had a mare at home
>He was no doubt aching for her as she was no doubt aching for him, away from her as he was
>Both of the stallions stopped in the middle of the hall the moment that they spied me, standing to attention and saluting as they always did
>I smiled at the two, as I always did, and continued on my way as quickly as I could without running
>While I would have enjoyed talking to the two of them I had business in my chambers
>As I turned the corner an image, brought on by the aching in between my legs, flashed through my mind
>Sergeant Hoplite mounting me in the middle of the hallway as I serviced the young private with my lips and tongue
>My back legs nearly buckled at the thought
>With startling clarity I could imagine feeling the Sergeant's weight on me, the taste of the Private as I teased his shaft
>Hoplite, though his black mane now had specks of grey in it, was still as handsome as when he had first become one of my many protectors, and stronger than most stallions half of his age
>He'd no doubt be very much up to the task of taking away my ache and filling the hole that I felt within myself
>The Private, meanwhile, had a very green look about him
>He had probably never felt the touch of a mare before, though he was just as strong and as handsome as the Sergeant
>His taste would be different; the noises he would make, the gasping grunts that all stallions made when in the act, the look of pleasure on his face as he was brought to his peak would all be new and wonderful for him
>It would no doubt be a joy to teach him how to pleasure a mare, and no doubt he'd take to the task with the same commitment that he had taken to his training
 
>I let the thought linger for a few moments, let the smell of sweat and sex and the taste of cum and the feeling of being pounded, being filled, sweep me away, before I chased away the thoughts with a shake of my head
>There were no need for such thoughts or fantasies
>I already had somepony waiting for me
>Somepony I loved more than anypony that I had ever loved before
>He would be the one to to fill this hole in me
>He would be the one that took away this awful ache
>My pace quickened, so that I was more jogging than walking, until I was standing in front of the door to my chambers
>Panting, I quickly opened my door and stepped inside
>I could no longer hold the facade of a calm, collected ruler any longer
>My tail raised and my wings extended
>I could feel a wetness dripping down my legs
>The heat was becoming overwhelming
>Never before had it been this bad before
>Not in my years of adolescence, not as I grew older
>In the many millennia that I had roamed this earth I had never felt this burning, aching want 
>Shutting the door behind me and locking it, I began to make my way into my chambers
>All was still in my bedroom; all was dark and quiet
>One would have thought that it was completely empty, if not for someone shifting on my bed
>The one that made me whole; my stallion; my love...
>Taking a deep, deep breath, I couldn't help but whimper quietly
>Even from the other end of the room I could smell him; smell the heady, thick, overpowering, addicting smell of a male
>My heart fluttered and my nostrils flared as I took an even deeper breath, quietly wishing to bath in such a scent
>He was there; my stallion was right there...
>My love, my heart
>As I made my way over to him, kicking and shrugging off my royal finery as I went, my mind began to once again wander
>I could already feel him holding me close
>His eyes would seem to shine as brightly as stars as he stared down at me
>His lips would be soft and sweet and warm as they always were
 
>His touch would be light and gentle at first, but as the pleasure began to build for the both of us it would become fiercer and more aggressive until he was holding me against the wall making me scream his name
>I inhaled again, my legs weak and my head swimming
>As slipped under the covers I couldn't help but smile ruefully 
>Here I was, one of the most powerful creatures that has ever lived, shaking like a filly in her first heat
>All because of him...
>I let out a quiet groan as his scent assaulted me, flooding my senses
>It was too much
>I needed him
>More than anything else in the world I needed him
>Through sheer willpower I forced myself to climb up the bed, moving slowly so as not to wake him
>Coming upon one of his legs I stopped to nuzzle his calf
>My body shook as the feeling of his small, fine hairs tickled my cheek
>It felt so good, so right
>His heat, the feeling of his hairs, his scent, all of it
>Nothing in this world was righter
>The ache in between my legs flared up, prompting me to hurry along upwards
>Just a little bit longer...
>I was about to give into my primal want
>I was about to do what I was put on this earth to do
>I had just made it past his thighs when I was forced to stop yet again
>My gaze, which had been looking upward this whole while, settled in between my lover's legs
>The scent was strongest here; so strong in fact that whatever restraint that I had was shattered into a million pieces
>My horn glowed, and with just a thought our blanket was gone
>My love would not need it
>I would be the only thing that he needed to warm himself on this night
"There we are," I murmured, sitting up and taking in the sight of my stallion
>His body was beautiful as it was exotic
>Like my sister's night sky it was a masterpiece; something that wasn't so much made as it was created
>Though my need and lust was driving me mad I couldn't help but marvel at his beauty as well
>Some mares went their whole lives waiting for someone like I had
 
>They might take a hundred lovers and never find someone that would make them feel as whole, as loved, as complete as he made me feel
>He had taken the crushing loneliness that had plagued my whole existence
>He had retaught me to smile, to laugh without restraint
>He had filled the emptiness within myself
>He was my everything, and I his
>I was lucky, no blessed, to have found such a being
>My wings ruffled as my gaze settled on the pair of black boxers that was covering my lover's maleness
>I could see it's outline straining against the fabric, soft and unsuspecting
"Now that just won't do," I murmured, leaning down. "We need to get you ready. You have a long night ahead of you..."
>My tail flicked as I began to rub, nuzzle, tease my lover's flesh
>My tongue dipped out of my mouth and began to lick his length through the fabric
>I could already feel his hands digging into my flanks
>His hips would slam into my rump as he pistoned in and out of me
>His twitching, the slickness of his member, the feeling of his seed, the windows shaking at my screams of jubilation...
>I shuttered, diving into my task with a frenzied devotion, my heart pounding in my chest
>I could feel him twitching against my lips, hardening against my cheeks, thickening against the tip of my snout
>His cock hardened until it strained against his boxers, twitching and staining the fabric at the end of his tip
>My love was starting to shift in his sleep, trying to roll onto his side
>I, of course, did not let him, using my hooves to gently pin him to the bed as I continued to lick and nuzzle and kiss and tease and love and worship
>A half gargled groan escaped his lips, causing me to look up at his face
>I could see his eyes rolling around underneath his eyelids and his face was scrunched up in pleasure
 
>His hands, which had been lying by his sides, were now hugging his chest, his fists clenched
>He is about to awaken
>His eyes were about to open
>He is about to love me
>Planting one last loving kiss on his fabric-covered tip, shivering at his taste, I once again begin my climb upward
>My next kiss was right under his belly button
>The one after that was in the middle of his stomach
>I left a trail of kisses as I traveled up, making a quick detour to plant a thankful, happy kiss above his beating heart, before making my way up his neck
>With my body now pressed against him, my lover began to squirm
>His hips rolled and his legs kicked lightly
>His hands found themselves at my sides, touching and exploring the one that was so rudely waking him
>"Celes... Celestia?" I heard him mutter as I let my tongue slide across his collarbone. "Celestia? Is that... is that you... hon?"
>I could hear the sleep in his voice; the grogginess and the confusion
>It was late; it was late and he was tired and he couldn't see as well in the dark as I could
>Of course he would be a little concerned as to who was so happily having her way with him
>To help aleve his fears, I planted a loving kiss on his neck, and then on his cheek
"It's me love," I answered, my voice not above a whisper
>His hands traveled up my sides and neck, his fingertips parting my fur
>"What time is it?" he asked. "Is everything alright? Are you okay?"
>I could hear the concern in his voice, see it in those half lidded, hazy, tired, beautiful eyes of his
>My heart ached as I looked into those eyes, overflowing with happiness and love
>Did he know just how much he meant to me?
>Did he know just how much he made me happy, made me smile, made my day better and brighter and sweeter?
>Did he know just how much I loved him?
"Everything's perfect, my love," I promised, kissing his nose, hoping that the kiss could, in some way, convey my feelings for him
 
>My love blinked owlishly, bringing his hands up and cupping my face
>I whimpered needily, nuzzling his palms 
>"Everything's alright?" he repeated slowly, clearly still half asleep. "Then why did you wake me up?"
>"I need you to help me with something very important, hon," I told him, leaning down and nuzzling his jaw
>"Help? What do you need help with?" he innocently asked
>Looking at my love, my little human, with all of the joy and tenderness and love in my heart, I pressed my lips against his
"I need you to put a baby in me," I whispered, my spirit soaring. "I need you to make me a mother."
>My horn glowed, and with a simple spell my lover's boxers were gone and his cock was free to slap against my belly
>I shivered yet again, biting my lip as I drew back to once again look onto my little human's face
>I could still see confusion on it, confusion and surprise and maybe even a little fear
>But I could also see something else
>I could see hope
>Hope and want and joy
"Would you make this old mare even happier than you already have, my love?" I asked. "Would you help her bring another life into this world?"
>My love said nothing, he simply stared into my eyes as he pulled me down toward him
>Our lips parts as he drew closer, my hooves touched his face, ran through his hair, and then we kissed
>For the longest time I had always thought that the heat was such a bothersome thing, but now, in the arms of the one that I loved, I finally understood