"Hello, Princess Celestia…" Came the voice from the aether.

The demigoddess' ears perked at hearing that deep, rich, cultured voice that beckoned her. It was older even than she.

"Hextor… Where are you?" She called out, trying to hide the nerves in her voice.

She felt a warm hand touch her flank and drew a hoof to her chest in surprise.

"Right here, my dear. I love what you've done with your hair. Heard about your sibling spat too. Good thing it was so brief."

"It was a thousand years, Hextor!" Celestia huffed.

"An eyeblink for beings such as we. I know you feel for your subjects, but you restrain yourself far too much." Hextor chided.

"I must keep my powers at bay or my subjects learn nothing…" The ruler of Equestria said.

Hextor smiled, hand stroking along her flank and backside… "Oh, we're in agreement there. Mortals depend on us for so much without thanks, but the minute some trivial misfortune happens, there's no end to the grief laid at our feet. I don't mean that, my dear. I mean a little fun… for old-times' sake.'

Celestia bit her lip. "I… I think I'm fine, Hextor. I don't need a break.'

"Oh, I think you do, my dear…" He said, then came around to her front, cupping her cheeks in his, looking into her eyes. "Face it dear, you've had no love from many. Praise is heaped on your sister while you're the one who turns the wheels. I think you've earned at least a century's respite."

"Hextor…" She whispered, trying to consolidate her feelings. Indeed, they'd had some wonderful times, but then she assumed responsibilities and he vanished for parts unknown.

"Say nothing, my dear…" He said, then kissed her lips!

Then he began to blow….