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	I figure it was about an hour and a half later that I eventually woke up, yawning and stirring awake. My eyes flickered open, and I panicked for a second as I saw the luminous eyes of Celestia staring back at me, yelping and wriggling around before her hoof pressed into my back, a gentle reminder to calm down. Gradually I did so as the remembrance of what had happened came back to me.
	“That’s… going to take some getting used to,” I observed. “Not a bad sight to wake up to, though.”
	She smiled and nodded. “I will not be terribly offended if you decide to keep your own chambers tonight,” she said as she slowly got to her hooves. “One of my former consorts kept their own chambers on and off for the entirety of their career, simply a quirk of their preferences.” She paused and looked over at me, and for the space of a second I saw what might have been nervousness. “That is… if you want the job.”
	I blinked. It hadn’t occurred to me that I might be able to simply not take the job. For that matter, as soon as the actual reality of the position came to mind, the idea of just stopping and going back to continue being a street sweeper seemed absolutely ridiculous in comparison. “Of course I want the job!” I said, rolling to my hooves and practically leaping up. “I’d have to be crazy!”
	A nearly invisible tension evaporated from the princess and she nodded. “Excellent. Normally, there would be a trial period of about three months, but I think I have your measure. With that, and a bit of faith in Twilight and Cadance’s magic, I’ll have Raven begin preparations immediately.”
	“Preparations?” I asked, running my hooves through my mane idly.
	“The wedding,” Celestia said.
	I stopped, frozen still in my place. I guess that made sense, when I thought about it. Putting the Prince in Prince Consort, after all… Still, though, I was going to be married to Princess Celestia.
	“...huh.” I said. “I, uh, yeah.”
	She looked at me with dull amusement. “That’s a rather quick turnaround from ecstatic excitement to cold hooves.”
	I looked up at her quickly and rapidly shook my head. “No no! I mean, of course I want to, it's just, uh, not how I thought…”
	She laughed again and put up a hoof in a ‘woah, easy’ gesture. “Don’t worry, I know its a bit strange. Not every stallion even gets married, not since monogamy was in fashion, and I mostly consider a formality as a necessary part of establishing you in the position. You don’t have to do much more than show up on the day and let me show you off to all the foreign leaders.”
	“So I’m going to be a trophy husband? That’s a bit… on the snout.”
	She gave me a faux-disapproving look at my pun. “I didn’t ask for a colt who’s special talent was literally being valuable… But I suppose I have little enough choice. Now I must lock you away in my most secure vault so errant mares don’t come swooping out of the sky to grab you.”
	That got a snort out of me, trying to imagine dozens of mares swarming all over me. “I guess now I’m an idle noble… I’m going to need to find something to do to occupy my time.”
	“Speaking of which,” Celestia said, standing up with a reluctant sigh. “I suppose I’d best get back to the business of managing the country itself.”
	“Boooo,” I said with a good-natured humor. “We could just like, lie here for a few hours. Talk a bit, get to know each other.” Maybe have sex again, I thought absentmindedly. It had been a lot of work, but hot damn if it wasn’t worth it.
	The suggestion gave Celestia a brief pause. After a moment, she shook her head. After another, she shook her head again and finally got up to her hooves. “Tempting,” she said with a sigh. “But I only reserved an hour for this and I’ve already used up that allotment. However, my duties officially at 8 pm every day, after which I would love to have dinner with you.”
	In spite of how much had happened today, it was only about two in the afternoon. My mind boggled at how much I had left to go before I done with the day. For now, I felt content to lie there, basking in the view of Celestia in front of me. With amazing efficiency, she selected accoutrements from her nightstand and quickly freshened up her mane and coat, then grabbed the regalia she was commonly known for from a table next to the front door. Finally, she opened the door and started out, pausing for a single look back at me before she regretfully pulled the door closed behind her.
	The door closed with a bang, and I was left sitting on the bed, the covers slightly crumpled around me, with a deafening silence. Since eight o’clock that morning I’d been harried and rushed, and now I wasn’t sure what to feel. A residual aftershock of worry, but I could push that down with a practiced hoof. I had probably done fine, she had told me not to worry, she seemed perfectly willing to go through with the wedding.
	A wedding… My parents would be delighted, even if it meant that grandchildren were probably not on the table. Were they? I’d have to ask Celestia. And then I tried to imagine how that conversation would go and my face flushed red all over again. It occured to me I probably didn’t need to do anything. I could just lay in bed for the rest of day. It was plenty comfortable, the sun shone over me, and I had, apparently, the rest of my life to sort out what exactly I wanted to do.
	But then again, that was the kind of thinking that would leave me sorting things out on later and later dates until eventually I was just laying about the castle uselessly. There would be some ponies who were simply content to be a fucktoy for the Princess (and my brain immediately began to consider why the fate seemed like a bad idea), but I knew that if I had been chosen for a reason, I needed to figure out what it was. I had something special to offer Celestia, and I wasn’t just going to let that potential sit and rot.
	With that in mind a new confidence bubbled up and I pulled myself up, a grin rolling over my face, and I flapped my wings, flying through the room and over to the bathroom. First things first, I’d need a shower. Just a quick one, then I could link up with Rock and…
	The doors swung open and my entire train of thought was derailed as I was greeted with the sight of Rock Solid mounted atop Seaweed in perfect profile. His hips slammed up against her rear with an aggressive, rhythmic motion, and semi-muted grunts and groans were coming from both of them as he worked at her and she moved back against him with an equal fervor. Her eyes were unfocused, staring out into space, and her tongue lolled out while his expression was instead screwed up in concentration, eyes closed and teeth gritted. Neither of them noticed me, and for a second I questioned if I should simply go back into the room and give them a moment to finish. It was a distant though, though, as my eyes were stuck on the display in front of me. A little bit arousing, true, but more than that impressive. My eyes were locked on the center of the action and the impressive thrusts that Rock was using. His hooves glided over her rear, adjusting her hips and using her body as leverage to pull himself up. Meanwhile, he was constantly searching for a better angle, altering his entry every few seconds. His ears quivered as he listened to her noises, attuned to her as he tried to fuck her senseless.
	Eventually, Seaweed’s eyes, still not entirely focused, drifted over to see me and focused. Her entire head swiveled to look at me and a look of embarrassed horror washed over her. She used a rear leg to tap Rock, and then tap him again when he didn’t respond. Eventually, he opened his eyes to look at her, although he didn’t yet stop thrusting until he followed his gaze to look over at me while I simply stood there, slack-jawed and staring, and then he immediately froze… balls-deep inside of her.
	“Uh, hey First!” He said with his usual cheery tone, albeit a little bit frazzled. There was a long, awkward pause. “Did… did you want to join us?” He looked down at Seaweed. “Would that be okay with you?”
	She looked back at him and shrugged, but I shook my head as my faculties returned to me. “Um, uh, can we, uh, switch places?” I asked. “Uh, can you finish in there? I need to shower.”
	Another long, awkward pause commenced before Rock slowly slid back and off of Seaweed. The two of them looked at each other, all of us thoroughly embarrassed, and the two of them sheepishly made their way past me and into Celestia’s bedchambers. The ‘walk of shame’ wasn’t helped at all by Rock sporting a sopping wet erection that was true to his name as he went, gingerly shutting the doors behind him.