Celestia and Hurricane spent the next few hours investigating the remaining homes, while rain continued to pour outside. They didn't find altogether that much, finding that the houses had been stripped bare except for what appeared to be somethings nest, and an ancient looking box of cereal on a store shelf. Celestia was milling around that store presently, intrigued by this feeling of abandonment. This place was left behind, but it was left behind willingly. These people had taken their time leaving, and had left a museum. If only they had left more, she might learn something from them.

Hurricane entered and she craned her neck, smiling warmly at the stallion. He had something in his wing, and Celestia raised a brow at this.

"I found this in the last house, I thought you might... find it interesting," he said, and produced it from his wing. Celestia stepped forward and took it in her hoof, holding his for a tender moment.

She found that it was a picture frame, with the glass cracked and the picture below tarnished by water that had gotten through those cracks. She was still able to make out the faint, colourless, image of a family of four. The mother was a strong looking mare, with an equally strong father for the two unknown children. Celestia turned the frame over in her hooves, but found no markings to identify who it was.

She slipped it into her bag, and smiled back at Hurricane. "I wonder who they were," she said. "I wonder what they did- and where they went."

Lead up: Celestia and Hurricane (Her guard captain) have decided to take a day off and fly north to be alone. They encountered some Timber Wolves that she exploded, and have now found an abandoned town by a lake. The lake reflects your worst fears (Celestia sees herself as obese one second, and a flaming archon of anger the next. Hurricane sees himself as pale and weak.) This story is set before Equestria itself is founded, and really that doesn't matter just uh, read.

"We can probably find out given enough time. These people went somewhere, so we just have to trace their journey."

Celestia nodded. "A matter for when we get home," she said, and then rather abruptly yawned.

Hurricane yawned as well, and they both paused in place as their bodies reminded them what a long day they had. Indeed, they had flown a great ways to get here- and had adventure too.

"I think that barn would make a fair shelter," Hurricane said, as a smirk came across his face and he looked up at Celestia, "That is, unless you require something finer, Your Highness."

Celestia giggled, "I am but a mare today, Hurricane. Just a pony," she said, and winked at him.

A mare indeed, she blushed slightly as she led Hurricane out of the store and protected them from the rain with a thin magical umbrella. It was an easy matter to clear away dirt and grime from the floor of the barn with her magic to give them a place for their sleeping bags, and as the light dimmed outside, Celestia lit a small green fire that lit the room. Then she sat, while Hurricane prepared their dinner.

"I hope you like soup," he said, sitting across from her as he prepared a cauldron of bubbling, and rather fine smelling, liquid.

"I prefer cake, but I suppose that's difficult to pack."

Celestia noticed the odd flicker of a blush on Hurricane's face as she made her joke, and then she leaned forward so slightly, repeating the word "cake" with particular emphasis. His blush doubled, and he averted his gaze.

Curious indeed, Celestia pressed. "I enjoy cake, Hurricane. It's quite delicious. I was thrilled when a trader came by and gave us this flower- vanilla. I think it provides an interesting opposite to chocolate."

That didn't seem to affect him, Hurricane simply continued stirring. "I... eat it whenever I can..."

There it is! He blushed, again, ever so slightly. Celestia grinned widely- she had him now.

"It does wonders for my flanks after all," she continued, her voice becoming slightly breathier as she stood and wiggled her rear.

If arousal could be felt, an earthquake centred on Hurricane would've been felt for miles. Instead, his face burned red as he looked up at Celestia, unable to draw his eyes from the beautiful, soft, mare.

Celestia then sat again, smiling like a school filly, blushing to match Hurricane, and with her heart beating rapidly. "My my, Hurricane- I had no idea. You /like/ the way my flanks jiggle, don't you?"

Hurricane had no reply, as his brain had simply melted into a sort of masculine-butter as a torrent of endorphines flooded through his body. Indeed, Celestia had to take up stirring at this point. She found that the soup was done- it had been for a while actually.

Then an idea struck her, a wonderful idea. She sat back, using her forehooves to brace herself, and presenting herself to Hurricane. He blinked, unsure what to take of this- the ruler of the land, a mage with powers nearly unending- presenting herself to him.

He coughed.

"My dear Hurricane," Celestia started, her words almost a song of feminine charm, "I think we are going to get along together quite well."

Her horn glowed, and she levitated him, looking up as she lowered him from the air to just before her, so that she could lean into his ear. She whispered two words, as soft as could be, words that made Hurricane shudder and melt in her magical radiance.

"Feed me."

She then dropped him, gently, so that his chest was against hers. While words escaped the stallion at the moment, he had the presence of mind to draw back and reach for the cauldron. He placed the steamy pot beside Celestia, and then took a spoonfull of that amazing smelling broth. He blew on it to cool it, and then looked at Celestia, his cheeks brushing brightly and his eyes almost shimmering. She nodded gently, and he put the spoon to her lips.

So this continued for nearly an hour, as the intimate relationship grew. For Celestia, it was like a divine eternity of absolute bliss. To allow this stallion to provide for her, the way he so sensually put that spoon to her mouth- as if this act was as tender as making love. For Hurricane too, it was blissful, as the most powerful and eligable mare in the land had put herself in his hooves. It was a relationship that fed into itself, and once the soup was empty- with two thirds in Celestia, and the rest having been fed by her to Hurricane, the two gazed into eachothers eyes.

Hurricane might not have noticed, but Celestia had used her magic to pull the sleeping bags behind her. So when she reached forward behind the stallion to press him against her, she leaned back against that softness and used her hind legs to propell herself along the soft fabric so that it protected her back from the hard wooden floor.

"Hurricane," she whispered into his ear, as her legs split apart. ", Today..."

Hurricane spoke, for the first time in an hour, whispering back into Celestia's ear, "you are a mare."

The pair made love for the next few hours, a compassionate and tender session that ended only when the two had passed out in eachothers embrace. Celestia's magical fire, which had burned so bright for so long, extinguished itself when they slept in eachothers arms. The sound of rain gently impacting the barns roof lulled them into a deep sleep, and they would only awaken a dozen hours later. Celestia was first, and her gently stirrings awoke Hurricane.

His first act, after yawning squeekily and flapping his wings slightly, was to kiss Celestia. She was rather unprepared for this, but by no means not wanting it, and reached her hooves around him for a tender embrace.

"I must raise the sun, would you like to watch?" she asked.

Hurricane nodded, and slipped out of Celestia's hooves to stand. He stuck out a hoof to help Celestia up, and then the pair strode out into the dim twilight with their forehooves intertwined.

"I'll never forget this night," Celestia said, as her horn came to glow and the horizon lit up.

"Neither will I," Hurricane responded.