To the casual observer, it would appear that Twilight Sparkle was aimlessly wandering the halls of Canterlot Castle. But, if this was the casual observer’s assumption, then it was obvious that the casual observer knew neither Twilight Sparkle, who never did anything aimlessly, nor the layout of Canterlot Castle, which was purposefully designed to be so utterly confusing and nonsensical that by the time the invading army made its way past the seventeen outer foyers, they would have stopped to have a smoke, given up, and gone home. When one was a generally peaceful society like Equestria, one had to think of non-violent ways of deterring annexation when surrounded by rather warlike neighbours with overinflated egos, such as the United Republics of Gryphendor across the eastern ocean, with their dreams of manifest destiny having nearly caused six armed conflicts in living memory, or the Illustrious Empire of Minatous, which inhabited an island chain in the Sea of Claws and was the most influential naval power on Equuis.

But thoughts of warmongering gryphons or arrogant minotaurs wasn’t what was so troubling Twilight as she sought out her destination in the myriad of winding corridors. No, what was troubling her was the scroll she currently held in her hands, which she had received that very morning via Spike’s dragon flame. It was from Celestia, obviously, and had begun by asking how she was doing acclimating to her new abilities, adjusting to her new life and all that, before saying that because Luna had been taking a much more active role in governing Equestria since her return, that Celestia had a lot more free time then she used to. Then it continued with something that made Twilight’s heart nearly give out from both sheer joy and abject terror…

Celestia wanted to spend this time… with Twilight…

Twilight had actually fainted when she read the words ‘slumber party’ in the letter. As in a slumber party with just the two of them, as in no one else. Although the thought of such an arrangement had haunted her deepest fantasies for years, Twilight never thought it would actually happen. Though usually, in her fantasies, the words ‘slumber party’ weren’t used, more something like ‘night of wild, passionate love-making,’ but the connotations were still there. And the fact that Celestia hadn’t ended the letter with her usual ‘Your proud teacher, Princess Celestia,’ and had instead written ‘XOXO Celestia,’ with a little heart dotting the i, didn’t exactly help matters. Could it be that the object of her masturbatory fantasies since she had learned what masturbating was be trying to seduce her?

“Arrgh!! This makes no sense!!” the lavender alicorn grumbled out loud to no one in particular, unless the marble bust of Ponycles to her left counted as a person. Celestia was never this informal… was she? Twilight had begun to notice recently a slight disparity between the image of Celestia she had always imagined in her mind, and the reality of how Celestia acted. Perhaps she was growing out of the world of her youth, where one must always maintain proper etiquette in front of royalty, always show the proper deference and the utmost politeness, and into the real world, where Celestia didn’t really care about all that and just liked her ponies being themselves. Maybe her recent ascension had gifted Twilight with newfound clarity of mind, allowing her to see Celestia as she really was, and not the mask she wore in front of others.

Or she was going nuts… that was definitely a possibility…

As Twilight was pondering the state of her (in)sanity, a pair of guards walked past in stoic silence, or at least what they tried to present as stoicism, but in truth, Twilight noticed both of the rather young guards ogling her as they passed, eyes darting over her curves surreptitiously. Twilight instinctively pulled down her skirt to conceal more of her legs, but it was a losing battle.

‘Damnit Rarity. Why’d you have to make this skirt so short?’

Although she could’ve been considered rather attractive before her ascension, Twilight had always thought she had been rather slender and flat-chested, and thus hadn’t really tried the dating scene. Well… that wasn’t true. There were different and entirely valid reasons she had never had a coltfriend, and in fact actively avoided it. But now all that avoidance seemed like a lost cause, as along with the wings on her back came a generous portion of fat in all the right places. Apparently becoming an alicorn not only made you a paragon of all three pony races, but also a perfect example of an idealized (and highly exaggerated) standard of pony beauty. When Twilight had come to Rarity to redo her wardrobe, the fashionista had expected merely to modify her current clothing to fit her new wings, but she nearly had had a heart attack when she found out that Twilight had gained at least three or four cup sizes. Rarity had been extremely embarrassed (and Twilight rather horrified) when she told her that she had needed to use a pair of volleyballs to base the fitting around.

The result of that traumatic moment was Twilight’s new ensemble: a sleeveless, low-cut, midriff-bearing, dark indigo blouse, a white buttoned vest that couldn’t possibly cover her expansive cleavage, a pair of thigh-high, high-heeled boots, and a black, curve-hugging miniskirt that was short enough that Twilight likened it more to a belt. She had tried to tell Rarity that it was far too revealing, but the less-endowed mare’s response had been along the lines of ‘if you’ve got it, flaunt it,’ though of course with a bit more poshness.

Of course Twilight couldn’t tell her the real reason she didn’t want to show off her body. No, nopony could know about that. The only people who did were her parents, Spike, Shining, and Cadence, and she had only found out by accident. The secret was so dire and grave that Shining had actually told the pink mare that if she told anyone about Twilight’s secret, there could be no relationship between them. And if he was willing to give up his own happiness to preserve his sister’s secret, it only showed both his love for her as well as the dire nature of the secret in question.

It also didn’t help matters that along with her breasts, hips and butt, that particular part of her anatomy had also grown much larger, so large in fact that she needed to use magic to hide it. Hopefully no one would notice the extremely faint, practically imperceptible aura of magic around her horn, as she compartmentalized part of her expansive mind and magical power to not only bend space to create a pocket dimension in her underpants, but to also hide the fact that she was bending space to create a pocket dimension in her underpants. It was rather taxing, but Twilight was more than willing to pay the price of the accompanying headache if it meant keeping her secret safe… especially from Celestia.

Granted, the one thing she wanted most in this world, more than a complete collection of Polnyus Kromlek’s Treatises on Thaumaturgical Theorems, more than a chance to meet Starswirl the Bearded, even more than getting Applejack and Rainbow Dash to use proper grammar, was to reveal her secret to Celestia and for her to accept Twilight as she was, before making sweet, passionate love to her, getting married, living happily ever after and all that jazz.

That just… wasn’t in the cards…

The very idea of Celestia rejecting her was enough to make Twilight consider committing the dual crimes of suicide/regicide by jumping into the Apple family’s wheat thresher. Celestia could never, would never… love her like that, no one could. She was a… a freak, and no one as utterly perfect as the princess could ever love a freak. Even if she was into mares, she probably wouldn’t be into mares with—

“ONE-EYED MONSTERS!!!!”

“BWAAAAHH!!!” Twilight screamed as the impossibly loud vocalization exploded directly behind her head.

“O-oh, our apologies Twilight Sparkle. Did… did we use the voice again?” stuttered a blushing Princess Luna, her hands concealing something behind her back while she flashed a nervous smile. Twilight made sure she hadn’t lost concentration and revealed her ‘third leg,’ and seeing that her panties of holding were still structurally intact, she responded whilst ignoring the slight ringing in her ears.

“U-um, that’s okay Princess, but, uh what was that about ‘one-eyed monsters’?” she said hesitantly, anxious that somehow the older alicorn could tell what she was thinking.

“Oh please, Twilight Sparkle, call us— err… me Luna. I am still working on modern pronouns. But I simply could not contain my excitement about the film I have procured for yourself and my sister to watch during this ‘slumber party’ activity. I was actually rather surprised that there will not be much slumbering being done, but I suppose it is as the kids these days say, ‘whatever floats your goat.’”

“Um, that’s ‘boat,’ Prin— I mean Luna. But what movie is it?” Luna beamed and produced said movie from behind her back, an aged VHS tape with the faded label entitled ‘Attack of the Cyclopses.’ “Oh… that one…”

“Is it not wonderful!” Luna squeed. “I found it in the archives film section, mistakenly placed in the ‘Worst Films in History’ aisle. After watching it myself, I must find the pony who put it there, thank them for allowing me to find it, before punishing them for shaming such a masterpiece of cinematory excellence!”

“Well, Luna… it was made seventy years ago, and even for that day and age it, was considered exceedingly racist for its depiction of cyclopses as horrible, pony-eating monsters, and their leaders as despicable villains intent on world domination. From what I understand, the ancient cyclops homeland of Ghol-Gan was a peaceful, idyllic land of gardens and mountain springs, and its citizens were scholars and mystics who divined the deeper mysteries of the cosmos.”

“Oh yes, Ghol-Gan. Sister and I visited there a few times. ’Twas truly a lovely place. Whatever happened to it?”

“Well… uh, they descended into monstrous savagery thanks to the influence of debased mystery cults, and their society collapsed in a horrible, blood-soaked orgy of death, violence, and cannibalism that lasted nearly three centuries. Modern cyclopses live in primitive tribes in the shadows of their once-great monuments and eke out a crude existence as shepherds and farmers, though sometimes the more aggressive ones aren’t above raiding nearby settlements.” Twilight scrunched her face in confusion for a moment. “And I only just realized that that movie isn’t too far off in its depiction of the later days of Ghol-Gani culture, though it still is pretty terrible.”

“Nonsense!” Luna cried, trying to brush off the fact that one of her most beloved lands besides Equestria had torn itself apart in a violent death-orgy, instead focusing on the insult against one of her most beloved movies. “’Tis a classic, and we insist that thou watch it with our dearest sister!”

“Uh, P-princess, you’re slipping again.”

Luna blinked. “Oh… well I suppose I should take you to Tia’s chambers.”

“Oh that won’t be necessary, I know the way.”

“More nonsense! Here, follow me.” Luna grabbed Twilight’s hand and began dragging her in the right direction. Twilight blushed at the sudden, unexpected contact, but allowed herself to be led along. Luna could definitely be considered attractive, ‘hot’ even, but she was a bit too svelte for Twilight’s tastes.

Besides… she had eyes for only one pony…

A Year

A whole, fucking year. In the grand scheme of things, but a mere blink of an eye for her. But how oh so agonizing that year had been.

Celestia sat in front of her vanity mirror, nervously brushing her ethereal mane, making sure her appearance was immaculate. The fact that her appearance was always immaculate didn’t seem to affect her fretting, however, as now was one of the very few occasions in the entirety of pony history where the princess of the sun was filled with a certain emotion:

Anxiety.

To say she was nervous would be the understatement of the century. Celestia would know; she’d been around for the last century and more. What had her so afraid was that, earlier that morning, she had been brave enough (or stupid enough, depending on your point of view) to ask her if she wanted to spend the night with her. She had used the words ‘slumber party’ to try and make it seem like it wasn’t a desperate cry for attention from a very lonely pony. But now, she would be here any minute, and whatever bravery or stupidity had possessed Celestia to write that damnable letter in the first place had fled her body so fast, you might’ve thought it was liquid courage flowing out of her the last time she had used the bathroom.

The her she was referring to was none other than Twilight Sparkle, her quote unquote ‘student,’ and the object of her affection/obsession for the past year. Of course even just thinking about her like that made Celestia feel dirty. But she couldn’t help it! The raging, boiling torrent of her feelings and insecurities had been building up inside her for the past fifteen years, her feelings of loneliness for a thousand before that, but it was only in the past year that she had realized what it all meant.

When she first took Twilight in, she looked upon the little filly like she was the daughter she never had. She taught her, nurtured her, watched her grow up, even came to love her like a mother. But things started to change, slowly at first, so slowly that Celestia didn’t notice it until it was too late, when Twilight hit puberty, when she grew into the intelligent, kind, loving, exceedingly beautiful mare she was now. She was so smart, so curious, so eager to learn. Her every movement seethed with youthful vigour and naivete, lending her an air of impossibly cute awkwardness. Even the little things like the prospect of learning a new spell made her eyes bulge and her smile widen in the cutest way. Twilight made the rather jaded Celestia feel young.

Whenever Twilight did something right, passed a test, learned a new spell, Celestia would give her a pat on the back, a motherly nuzzle, a gentle hug, as a form of encouragement. But as Twilight grew into an adult, Celestia found that those pats and nuzzles and hugs lasted longer. A lot longer. Soon she began to crave Twilight’s touch, to feel her silky smooth coat, to smell the heavenly perfume that was her natural scent. She ignored it at first, chalked it up to motherly instinct that had lain dormant for centuries, but one night she awoke abruptly, panting and covered in sweat, to find that she had been dreaming about Twilight in a sexual manner. More than a little shocked, thinking it obscene to fantasize about her that way, Celestia tried to ignore those feelings. Whenever she caught herself fantasizing, she would punish herself: wear hair shirts, starve herself, take showers so cold a normal pony would die of hypothermia, but it wasn’t enough. She started to become possessive of Twilight, subconsciously scaring away any suitors that dared to try and take Twilight away from her, under the pretense of making sure only the best were allowed to court her student.

But… it didn’t work.

Sometimes, Twilight would show up to her lessons late, sweaty, disheveled, even smelling of sex and cum. She said she had overslept, but Twilight had never been a good liar. She could never find any evidence of any lovers’ trysts, but Celestia wasn’t stupid. She didn’t know why, but whenever that happened, Celestia was… heartbroken. The thought of Twilight with a stallion, any stallion, even other mares, filled her with a mixture of soul-crushing sadness and a white-hot rage that could rival the fury of the sun. She tried to bottle it up, push it as deep down inside herself as it would go, but it was futile. Whenever Twilight had been with a stallion, Celestia would spend the following night alone in her chambers, watching sad romance movies and crying her heart out into a tub of ice cream.

‘Those stallions aren’t good enough for her,’ Celestia remembered thinking bitterly. ‘She deserves only the best. Nopony is good enough for her, except… except…’

As the wall of obliviousness Celestia had built around herself was slowly but surely chipped away, she soon took any excuse to spend time with Twilight. Her treasonous feelings were confusing in the extreme. Celestia had never felt this way about anyone before. She didn’t see Twilight as a daughter, a student, a sister, a friend, a confidant. Twilight was simply… Twilight.

That all changed a year ago, on the Summer Sun Celebration. When Celestia saw Luna returned to her, not as the monster she had become but the sister she loved, saw that it was Twilight who did it, saw her looking up at her, Element of Magic on her head, beaming the most beautiful smile in the entire world, hoping for her approval, that’s when she knew.

Knew that the sun may rise for all of Equestria, but that it rose for Twilight first, knew that she was in love with her student.

But then… she had to let her go…

Though Celestia wore a smile when she saw Twilight off to Ponyville, it was a false one, to hide the fact that her heart was nearly breaking in two. She had just learned the true extent of her feelings, and already Twilight was leaving to go pursue her own life… a life away from Celestia. She tried to reason that Ponyville wasn’t too far away from Canterlot, only an hour and a half by train, that Twilight would still come visit, but it felt like she was worlds away rather than a simple train ride. She tried to make as many trips to Ponyville as she could, even making up completely bogus reasons just to see Twilight. When she couldn’t make it, she would await the weekly friendship reports from her student like they were her only lifeline whilst stranded on a desert island made of tears and loneliness.

Once more she fell into the trap of thinking that her feelings for Twilight were wrong, that she shouldn’t feel this way, it wasn’t right, that it was filthy, dirty, obscene. She was less than one tenth her age, for heaven’s sake! She was her teacher, and falling in love with your student was just… wrong! Celestia tried distancing herself from her emotions, reminding herself that one day, Twilight would grow old and die, and if she allowed herself to get too attached, it would only end in heartbreak. So she went on like that for an entire year, attempting to remain aloof while still showing she cared for Twilight in a strictly platonic sense, all the while subjecting herself to mental and even physical torture to try and purge herself of these unwanted, carnal thoughts. Every second of this self-induced anguish was emotional agony for her.

But now… now things were different…

When Twilight learned the true meaning of friendship and ascended to become an alicorn like herself, it was one of the proudest moments in Celestia’s nearly two thousand year long life. The only thing that came close was when Luna earned her cutie mark. Now Twilight was immortal, just like her, she was royalty, a fellow princess, no longer just her student. They could make it work now. Sure there’d be a scandal, a princess outing herself and marrying another princess, her former student no less! It was the stuff of tabloid editors’ wet dreams, but Celestia didn’t care. She was ready to make the plunge.

Which brought her back to the current situation. Of course she wasn’t going to confess her feelings tonight. No, that’d be stupid. That’d be beyond stupid. No, instead she was going to try and get Twilight’s guard down, try and spend time with her not as student and teacher, but as friends. Because that’s what they could be now, friends… and so much more. She would try and make this so much fun and enjoyable for Twilight, that she wouldn’t mind it if Celestia asked her to stay a few more nights, maybe a whole week. The whole time she would try and slip in a few suggestions here, a few references there, maybe a few candlelit dinners, until Twilight realized how deeply Celestia’s love for her ran, and how she felt the same way.

She had everything planned out in exacting detail. They’d start with the slumber party, as Celestia knew from one of Twilight’s reports how much fun she had had during her first one with Applejack and Rarity. The next day Celestia would take Twilight to the secret, restricted wing of the Canterlot Archives, the one only Luna and herself were allowed in, containing copies of books Twilight had never even dreamed of, even ones which were the sole remaining copy in the world. Celestia had also made sure to leave a large portion of time in her schedule for things Twilight wanted to do, and of course had carefully scripted everything she thought of so that Twilight would never suspect it was planned, instead appearing entirely spontaneous. It all lead up to a night out under the stars, and she had asked Luna (without revealing her true intentions) to create her most spectacular astrological masterpiece she could. She even scheduled an aerial acrobatics show performed by the wonderbolts, finally culminating in Celestia’s confession of her undying love for her student. It’d be so perfect!

But, there was always a chance of her plan failing, and that was why Celestia was currently terrified out of her fucking mind. The thought of Twilight rejecting her was… unthinkable. This had to work, it had to. Celestia didn’t think she could even go on raising the sun if that happened. Her heart would wither away and die, leaving her an empty husk. But she couldn’t just go on ignoring her feelings any longer. She had to do this.

The die was cast. She had to commence with her plan. She couldn’t abort now. Which was why it was so horribly ironic that fate once again decided to make Celestia its bitch, as that very morning, after she wrote Twilight the letter, which she had done the very moment after waking up and raising the sun, she felt a very familiar and very uncomfortable warmth in her loins.

‘Oh, fuck me…’ was her rather eloquent and poignant thoughts on the matter.

The itching, the burning, the aching, the relentless and oh so uncomfortable need to be touched. Of course she had to go into heat right now. Unlike a normal mare’s heat, who would just get a bit more flirty and more easily aroused, an alicorn’s heat was much more… intense. Granted Celestia wouldn’t become a mindless fuck-beast like some would expect, but she still felt a lot more randy. If it wasn’t for the iron hard will she had forged over the course of millennia, Celestia would have spent the entire day masturbating instead of preparing. Even now as she gazed in the mirror, she could feel the burning heat between her legs, urging her to shove something, anything, in there to relieve the aching need.

‘Nopony’s here yet… maybe… maybe a little won’t hurt…’

Looking around nervously, she slipped her hand down her silk panties, the only other clothing she was wearing besides her matching red bra with black trim. The rather risque set of frilly lingerie had been a gift from the Sultana of Saddle-Arabia, and Celestia wore them every chance she got, not because of how amazingly sexy they made her look, but because damn they were comfortable.

Celestia had to stifle a rather loud moan when she traced a few digits around her plush and overly-sensitive nether lips, already wet and slick from her state of near constant arousal. She did moan when she plunged those same fingers into her wet honey-pot, before pulling them out only to plunge them back into her depths repeatedly, making lewd shlicking sounds. She heard a knocking sound, probably her knocking her hair brush off the table and onto the floor, but the sound made her think of Twilight’s impending arrival.

‘Ooooh Twiliiiiiight…’ she moaned in her mind. She began imagining that it wasn’t her own hand pleasuring her, but it was Twilight touching her in her most intimate place, her pupil making her feel this good. She imagined it was Twilight’s fingers there, no, her tongue, lapping up her juices and licking at her core like a lollipop. ‘Oh Twilight, why can’t you touch me like this?’

There was that knocking sound again, more forcefully this time. What was that? Suddenly a voice cut through her lust-induced haze.

“Umm, sister? Twilight Sparkle has arrived.”

‘Oh shit.’

Frantically, Celestia pulled her hand from down her pants and wiped it on a nearby towel, before using a quick cleaning spell to hide the stains on her underwear. “J-just a second!” she called to her sister through the door, trying to hide the desperation in her voice. Realizing she was still very much aroused, and about to face the cause of that arousal and her sister, she frantically tried to think the most un-sexy thoughts she could.

‘Uh ok, think Celestia! Long-form census data, immigration reform, petting a cute puppy, polka dancing, Cadence and Luna having a threesome with Shining Armour — actually that’s kinda hot — Dammit, not working!! Um u-uh, DISCORD IN A SPEEDO!!!… Phew, ok… normal…’

Somewhere in Ponyville, in a small cottage at the edge of town, a certain draconequus suddenly sat up in bed, the comically oversized nightcap on his head going askew, the book on the history of minotaur mating rituals he was eating falling off his elongated torso and onto the floor. Awakened by the sudden movement, a pink-maned, butter-yellow-coated, and very naked pegasus sat up in bed next to him.

“Oh my, what’s the matter?”

“I don’t know why, but for some reason I suddenly feel both incredibly insulted and also rather insecure about my personal body image…”

“Um, I’m sure she’s just freshening up,” offered Luna after the first knock, as the two of them stood awkwardly outside the door to Celestia’s personal chambers. Twilight was a little confused. Wasn’t Celestia expecting her? She arrived on time, didn’t she? Looking down at her watch, Twilight’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.

7:59 PM

She was a minute early! ‘Oh no no no no no! Ok breathe Twilight, breathe.’ Good students (and wizards, and wizard-students, which she was) were never early, or late. They arrived precisely when they were supposed to. And furthermore—

Luna knocked again, preventing Twilight’s mind from continuing in its downward, obsessive-compulsive-induced spiral. “Umm, sister? Twilight Sparkle has arrived.”

“J-just a second!” answered a voice from inside. It was definitely Celestia, but she sounded almost like she was in distress. A moment later the door opened, revealing the sun princess… in an incredibly sexy set of red and black lingerie.

Twilight felt a certain something twitch down below, and as quickly as was pony-ly possible, glued her eyes to Celestia’s face, so as to prevent the errant orbs from straying too low and into parts unknown… no matter how much she wanted to stray into those unknown parts.

Though Twilight now stood at around 6'1", having grown taller since her ascension, Celestia was only a few inches shy of seven feet tall. Her beautiful muzzle combined soft, gentle curves and the qualities of sculpted marble, and was framed perfectly by her three-toned mane, constantly blowing as if it was in the solar wind. And her proportions. Wow! It was no wonder that Playcolt magazine had named her ‘the sexiest mare alive’ 147 years in a row, every year since the company was founded. Celestia’s hourglass figure was the height of sexiness, with wide, curvy hips, a round, plump booty, a thin, trim waistline, and a pair of gravity-defying breasts that made Twilight’s look small, and seeing as Twilight was already nearing the ‘large almost to the point of freakish’ size, that was saying something.

Luckily, if she hadn’t avoided staring, she would have missed the odd look that crossed Celestia’s face at the sight of her. For a fraction of a moment, Celestia’s eyes widened, looking her over top to bottom, before a slight dusting of pink crossed her cheeks. It was only there for a moment before she schooled her features into a more acceptable expression. It was gone so quickly, Twilight wasn’t sure whether she had seen anything at all.

“Oh Twilight, it’s so good to see you! I hope the trip went well, no pestering paparazzi or anything?” said Celestia in a perfectly casual manner, the calmness in her beautiful voice becoming infectious and spreading to Twilight, helping to soothe her frayed nerves.

“W-well after I crushed the first one’s camera into a perfectly spherical, ultra dense, compacted carbon ball the size of a tangerine and told them I could do the same to them, I think they got the message.” Celestia laughed at that, a soft, genuine, melodious laugh that, to Twilight’s ears, was one of most beautiful sounds she had ever heard.

“That does sound like you Twilight,” Celestia said with a broad smile after her humour died down. “But to be honest I am very glad you could make it at all. I know how hectic your schedule can be sometimes.” Twilight thought she heard a tiny note of sadness in that last sentence, but again chalked it up to imagining things due to a combination of nervousness and sheer proximity to her secret crush, a crush that just so happened to be the most beautiful mare in existence wearing the sexiest and frilliest lingerie in existence.

‘Talk about a double whammy.’

“But anyways, please come in, Twilight. Oh…” Celestia paused, “You didn’t bring any luggage.”

“O-oh, well I was in such a rush to get here, that I must have…uh, forgotten to pack anything. You know I was looking forward to this so much I must’ve l-lost my head” Twilight laughed nervously. ‘Or that my base desires tricked me into subconsciously thinking that we’d spend the entire time tangled in your silk shee-’ Twilight mentally kicked herself so hard her metaphorical foot was sore. Trying to appear outwardly calm and to forget the fact that her body at this point was pretty much comprised of about 99.9% nerves, Twilight entered the royal chambers. Rarely seen by most ponies, Celestia’s living quarters were less a ‘chamber’ and more of a fully fledged and furnished apartment, complete with study, living room, and a kitchen, as Celestia was often want to prepare her morning and afternoon tea herself.

And of course… the royal bedroom.

Twilight was no stranger to Celestia’s chambers of course, as the princess had often given her student’s lessons in her private study, to avoid annoying distractions. But this time was different. This wasn’t a private lesson or a study session or anything like that. This was a slumber party: something that should have been something ordinary, something strictly platonic friends could do with complete normalcy, like she had with Applejack and Rarity. But Twilight’s mind couldn’t help itself but to twist this innocent activity into something more, something romantic and sexual… or would the more fitting word be perverse.

As could be expected had one known the truth, in Twilight’s own view she couldn’t see anything connected with her body or her own sexuality as anything but innately and unequivocally wrong. Despite her parents’ assurances to the contrary, Twilight had secretly spent her life since foalhood seeing herself as a hideous freak, a successful freak whose freakishness was well-hidden, but a freak nonetheless. The only thing that could fix her ‘deformity’ was expensive, comprehensive, and very invasive surgery, and she had accepted long ago that that would only cause more problems. She really didn’t want to risk forever destroying her internal plumbing only to be left permanently scarred and disfigured. One doctor had even suggested that the organ had threaded itself so thoroughly throughout her body, that removing it could kill her from sheer system shock. The ways of magic were truly fickle indeed.

While Twilight was occupied with her nervous fretting (and absent-mindedly contemplating how impossible it should have been for her body to be entirely comprised of nerve-endings), Celestia was having a quick word with her sister. “Thank you for bringing her here, Luna.”

“’Twas no problem, dear sis,” said Luna, mixing modern and ancient slang together into some kind of feudal-futuristic polyglot. But then Luna’s smile turned to a smirk, leaning in and making Celestia feel very uncomfortable. “Have fun doing the ‘mattress mambo’ with that ‘hot purple plot,’ wink-wink.”

Celestia blushed, eyes darting around nervously, before she calmed down and realized it was a joke. Sighing at her sister’s antics, Celestia responded flatly, “Luna, you’re not supposed to say ‘wink-wink’ out loud.”

“Are you sure?” Luna asked confusedly, as her horn glowed and a book entitled ‘Modern Idioms for Idiots’ appeared out of thin air, hastily leafing through the pages. Celestia remembered commissioning that book’s publication herself a few years ago, though many questioned why such a book would be needed in the modern world. She couldn’t have exactly told them ‘it’s for my sister that’s been living on the moon for the past thousand years and who needs an introduction to modern slang so she doesn’t actually buy that bridge that stallion says he’s selling.’

“Yes, I’m sure. And for your information, there won’t be anything like… that…… happening tonight. This is just a friendly sleepover, nothing more.”

“Is that a hint of wistfulness I sense in that last part, sister?” Luna’s smirk had returned full force, accompanied by a shapely, arched brow.

“Luna, you’re treading on very dangerous ground here,” Celestia ground out, not amused in the slightest.

“Oh, did you say something, sister? I was busy planning the wedding invitations,” Luna said innocently, feigning ignorance.

“I was just wondering what I should have the servants pack for your next vacation… to the moon” Celestia replied with her own smirk.

“Oh, ha ha.”

“Or should I make things interesting and send you to the sun this time?” Celestia said, pretending to be lost in thought.

“Ok, ok, I get it. Way to suck the fun out of things, Tia.” As Luna turned to leave, the proverbial light bulb lit above her head. “Oh! I almost forgot!” Luna then levitated the ‘movie’ she had found over to Celestia.

“Oh what’s this? A movie?” Celestia said with a smile, which quickly became rather strained when she saw the title. “O-oh… this one…”

“You’ve seen it before? Then you must know how amazing it is! It was truly a masterpiece. I’m surprised only one other pony checked it out of the archives in the three months since I found it!”

“I’m surprised of even that much…” Celestia muttered under her breath.

“What was that, sister?” Luna queried, somewhat nonplussed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, what was what?” Celestia said, pretending that nothing had happened with such a measured ease that she could’ve fooled the hide off a cragodile. Millennia of dealing with pompous aristocrats and self-important politicians really helped to build up a good poker face.

Luna huffed, seeming somewhat annoyed, but then her features softened, and she gave her sister a wistful smile. “But seriously, have fun tonight, Tia. I know how much you care about her,” Luna said, before pulling her sister into a hug.

“Thank you, Lulu,” Celestia responded. For a moment they stood there, sharing in their sisterly embrace, before the younger alicorn made a sort of coughing sound.

“Ummm… sister, are you using a new shampoo?”

“W-why?” Celestia responded nervously.

“You smell rather… odd.”

“ThankyouLunaseeyoutomorrowgoodnight!!!” and like that Celestia broke the embrace faster than the speed of sound, dashed into her chambers and slammed the door behind her, leaving her sister standing awkwardly in the hallway, wondering what in Tartarus just happened…

Twilight was startled from her thoughts when Celestia slammed the door to her chambers, and she was once more brought into the very real reality of herself standing in her teacher’s personal chambers, planning to spend the entire night, whilst a rather flustered-looking Celestia stood nearby dressed only in her underwear.

Twilight swallowed a rather large lump in her throat and managed to croak out an intelligible sentence. “S-so…umm, what do you want to do f-first?”

“Well…” Celestia pursed her lips in thought. “We should probably watch Luna’s ‘movie’ at some point. I don’t exactly relish that thought though. Luna can sometimes have… odd tastes.” At this Celestia chuckled goodnaturedly, and Twilight couldn’t help but join in. “Why don’t we just sit and chat for a bit. It’s been a while since we last talked, just the two of us.”

At this, Twilight visibly relaxed. “Okay.” Celestia gestured for Twilight to take a seat on one of two large, plush couches that dominated the centre of the ‘living room.’ They sat across from one another, their dark purple upholstery standing in contrast to the walls’ gentle white with gold trim, while between them sat a gilded coffee table, atop which sat a purple and white tea set. Twilight recognized it as the set she had gotten the Princess for her 1956th birthday five years ago. Twilight had purchased that specific set because its colours reminded her of their own colourations mixed together, though she had never told Celestia that. She could also tell that the set saw quite a bit of use, but had been lovingly repaired of even the smallest chips. That thought made her smile.

As for the rest of the room, beautiful silken tapestries decorated the walls, and opposite the entrance to Twilight’s left were the doors leading to Celestia’s bedroom with en-suite bathroom, her study, and her private kitchen, respectively. Throughout her life, there had been no place that instilled in Twilight such a sense of warmth, comfort, and safety than where she was right at this moment.

Then why was she nearly petrified with fear?

Celestia, oblivious to Twilight’s inner turmoil, took a seat on one of the plush couches and gestured for Twilight to sit opposite to her. Doing as she was told like a good filly (though, when it came to Celestia, when had Twilight ever not been a good filly?), Twilight sat down, naturally sitting in a manner that hid her crotch from view. Since she had become an alicorn, Twilight had shifted her style of dress to include much longer, more voluminous dresses and the like, to hide her… ahem, and normally that was what she wore around Ponyville. But fate was again conspiring against her, as on what may be the most important night of her young life, she had been ambushed by Rarity and forced to wear her current, exceedingly tight outfit. ‘Or lack thereof,’ as Twilight thought. She had thrown the ‘extradimensional underpants/horn-field negation’ spell together at the last minute, and frankly, despite her considerable magical might, she was terrified it would somehow fail.

‘I’ve got to think of a better name for that. ‘Panties of Holding’ was nice, but it doesn’t take into account the hidden spell factor. Maybe ‘magic/genital disappearing act’?’ Twilight was soon drawn from her musings when Celestia spoke.

“Is there something wrong, Twilight?” she said with genuine concern in her voice. Twilight shook her head no, although a bit hastily, but Celestia either didn’t notice her chose to ignore it. “Good. I don’t want anything to ruin our evening.” Normally, those words would have sent Twilight into a spiraling abyss of worry and concern over what could go wrong, but the way Celestia had said them instead provoked the opposite response, sending a soothing feeling of comfort through her, like a balm to her frayed nerves. That was one of the reasons she loved her; the motherly way she spoke always made Twilight feel like everything was going to be alright.

“Anyways, how have you been, Twilight? We haven’t spoken in person since that… unfortunate… incident with those plants” Celestia gave an involuntary shudder, but it passed rather quickly.

“Well…” Twilight pursed her lips in thought, her troubles momentarily forgotten. She told Celestia about the recent events in her life, her trip to Manehatten, the time Cadence came to visit, and the other trials and tribulations that came with living in Ponyville. Celestia then responded in kind when it was her turn, and they generally talked away the evening, about anything and everything, just as good friends often do.

The next time Twilight glanced in the vague direction of the gilded timepiece that sat above Celestia’s fireplace, she noticed that it was almost 10:00 PM. They had been so immersed in each other’s company, that they had been talking for nearly two hours! Celestia, noticing where Twilight was looking, glanced at the clock herself. “My, look at the time. I suppose we should watch that movie now,” Celestia said offhandedly.

“Do we have to?” Twilight whined. Celestia chuckled again at her former student’s hesitance.

“I’m afraid we do, my little pony. And besides, it’ll be fun! I hear watching bad movies with friends makes it far more enjoyable.” Twilight was momentarily confused by the ‘I hear’ part. Celestia acted almost like she didn’t have any friends.

‘Except me,’ That thought made Twilight’s heart soar. Being the Princess’s lover may have been impossible, but she’d be the best heavens-damned friend ever, by gum!

Celestia stood from her seat on the couch, but before she made a move towards a different room, she turned to Twilight with a smile on her face. “And Twilight, I really did enjoy speaking with you.” Those words made Twilight’s stomach do a happy flip-flop, and she grinned goofily while a slight blush dusted her cheeks.

“M-me too,” she said somewhat nervously, unconsciously avoiding eye contact with her crush. Following Celestia’s lead, Twilight stood from the couch and made her way to Celestia’s study.

“Where are you going?” Celestia said with a chuckle. Despite the mirth in her voice and the smile on her face, Twilight whipped around looking rather distraught at the perceived reprimand, like a foal who’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“B-but I-I th-thought… th-that the TV…” Twilight’s flustered excuses came a mile a minute, while she weakly gestured towards the study. Celestia chuckled again and pulled Twilight into a sideways hug.

“Relax, Twilight. I wasn’t mad. There’s really no need to be so…” Celestia thought for a moment “… submissive.” If Twilight thought she had been blushing hard before from the unexpected hug or the feel of Celestia’s hand on her shoulder, hearing her say the word ‘submissive’ right next to her ear must’ve made her coat turn redder than Big Mac’s. “Besides, you’re thinking of my old television. I have a new one in my bedroom.”

“Y-your b-b-b-bedroom?” Twilight nearly choked on her own tongue. She was so nervous.

“Well of course. It is a slumber party after all. Where did you think we’d be spending the night?”

“R-right, o-of course I knew that. I-I just thought, you know, we wouldn’t be going in there until, you know, we… uh… slept” Twilight tried to force out a laugh, but it only came out as the kind of nervous chuckle one makes when they’re clearly hiding or avoiding something.

“What did I say about relaxing, Twilight? Now come on, Luna will be heartbroken if we don’t watch it.” Twilight soon relented at Celestia’s insistence, and the pair moved into Celestia’s bedroom.

Surprisingly, the place where Celestia would sleep away the nighttime hours wasn’t what you’d expect considering the downright extravagance of the rest of the Castle. It was still an incredibly nice, well-furnished room, with high-quality furniture, silk sheets on the bed, and an attached balcony with beautiful frosted glass doors, but it was more akin to what you’d find in a minor noble’s manor house than a royal palace. Just as with the rest of her chambers, the room was lavish, but not excessively ostentatious.

As for the furniture itself, it mostly consisted of several old bookshelves, filled with ancient texts and curious knick-knacks which Celestia had collected over the centuries. Twilight knew she had used to keep much of this in her study, but she had long since ran out of space there, several centuries before Twilight was even born. In the centre of the room stood an extra-large, oak-framed bed with lavender-hued silk sheets, custom-built to be fit for a princess.

An elaborately-carved oak door to Twilight’s left led to Celestia’s bathroom, and although Twilight had rarely seen it, she knew it contained a custom-built bath that could fit the Princess and more. Unbidden, Twilights thoughts turned to just how much she’d enjoy bathing in the Princess’ private bath, and how she’d enjoy it even more if that same Princess bathed with her. They could wash each other’s manes, preen the other’s wings, she could even rub conditioner into the coat of Celestia’s luscious ti—

‘DON’T THINK ABOUT THAT!’ Twilight screamed at her own imagination. Trying to stay nonchalant and to pretend she hadn’t just been thinking about fondling Celestia’s mare-melons, Twilight stood awkwardly in the door frame while Celestia seemed to be looking for something. ‘Hhhmm… that’s odd. I don’t see a TV anywhere.’

“Now where did that remote go…” Celestia idly muttered to herself. She was searching through the room, on or under her bed, and through the bookshelves, yet the object she sought remained unfound. Everything was fine until Celestia bent over to look behind an old wooden chest, and Twilight’s gaze couldn’t help but be riveted to Celestia’s hindquarters. Twilight idly wondered why there were two moons out tonight, but she quickly quashed that thought.

Unconsciously, Celestia’s prismatic tail flicked from side to side, revealing her plush rump and her silk-covered nether regions. As Twilight tried her darndest to look anywhere but there, the movements of Celestia’s tail wafted her scent across the room, and unfortunately right towards Twilight’s nose. With but a single whiff of that heavenly scent, Twilight nearly lost her balance and collapsed on the floor.

‘Damn, she… she smells gooooood…’

Not that Celestia didn’t normally smell good, but there was a nearly imperceptible quality to her scent this time, and it made all the difference. But a single drop of… something had turned Celestia’s scent from the comely perfume of a beautiful rose, to a heavenly, almost-narcotic nectre of wonderful, silky-scented goodness that made Twilight’s knees weak, and a disproportionate amount of her blood flow south exceedingly quickly. Twilight, with her rather significant willpower, had to fight the intoxicating effect that the elder alicorn’s scent seemed to be having on her, but it was a losing battle, as with every breath that heavenly scent invaded her nostrils and had sweet and juicy sexy-times with her brain synapses.

Twilight’s higher consciousness was quickly giving in to her body’s desire to pounce on her former mentor and rut her silly, but Celestia’s cry of “Aha! Found it!” startled her enough for her to regain her senses and quickly cast a selective shielding spell around her nostrils. With her head now clear, Twilight breathed a sigh of relief (and slight disappointment at the absence of that wonderful scent) and gingerly sat on the end of her teacher’s bed.

“Found what, exactly?”

“Why, the remote of course,” Celestia said with a smile. Taking a seat on the bed herself (closer to her than Twilight would’ve expected), she held up said device and beamed that trademark smile. “Now I know you’re not one for gadgets, Twilight, but hopefully this one will meet your standards.” With the press of one of the many buttons studding the remote, the bookshelf on the wall directly opposite the end of Celestia’s bed made a lurching motion and a grinding sound, before lifting up on the wall to reveal a particularly large flat-screen TV, complete with VCR, DVD player, and Coltby surround-sound speakers.

Twilight made a low whistle at the impressive display of modern technology. “Wow. Where’d you get that? It must be state of the art!”

“Well, you’d be surprised at how little attention the finance minister actually pays to the treasury,” Celestia said with a chuckle. Twilight gaped in horror at her teacher.

“Princess! B-but—” Twilight exploded indignantly.

“Relax, Twilight,” Celestia teased. “I was just joking.” She then leaned in and gave the lavender pony a smile and a wink. “But I really got you there, didn’t I?” she said with a distinctly un-princessly giggle.

Twilight’s features softened, but then a smirk of her own spread across her lips. “I was just surprised you would have bothered to get one at all. I know a lot of older mares have trouble with technology.” This elicited a playful wing-shove from the significantly older alicorn, and both of them descended into a fit of giggles. Celestia was the first to recover from their shared laughter.

“But in all seriousness, it was a gift from a gryphon industrialist for my intervention in a trade dispute between the Gryphendor government and the wealthy Burghers of an independent gryphonic city-state. I of course sided with the Burghers because I saw the U.R.G.’s ‘claim’ for what it was: a way to divide the public along nationalistic lines and to drum up support for military action. Of course my ‘meddling’ resulted in more pretentious sabre-rattling from the U.R. senate, but of course I managed to diffuse the situation without bloodshed.”

“You really are a good leader,” Twilight whispered with a blush, a sense of awe, and not a small amount of worship.

“Oh I just did what anypony would do in my position,” Celestia said with her own blush. After a thousand years of rule and an ungodly amount of excessive attempts at flattery, there really was only one pony that could make Celestia blush when receiving a compliment, and that of course was the very pony sitting next to her. Before Twilight could attest any more to the greatness of her mentor (and thus causing even more princess-ly blushing), Celestia tried to change the subject.

“Oh, but Twilight, before we start the movie, there is but one matter of your attire.”

“What’s w-wrong with my clothes?” Twilight tried in vain to put a lid on her stammer, but failed. The very prospect of any kind of disapproval from Celestia, whether real or imagined, filled her with more dread than a thousand escaped gods of chaos ever could.

“Oh there’s nothing wrong with them, per se, they’re quite lovely. I assume they were custom made by Rarity, correct? It’s just that they’re not exactly ‘slumber party’ attire. And because of your lack of luggage, there is only one way to rectify the situation.” Celestia paused in reflection for a moment. “Twilight, my dear, are you by chance wearing underwear?”

“Y-yes, why woul— EEP!” Twilight’s sentence was rather rudely interrupted when she felt a golden aura of magic encompass her body, and before she could even finish an ‘eep,’ her clothing was teleported off of her body with an audible ‘POP,’ appearing in a neatly folded pile atop a nearby chest of drawers.

Twilight desperately tried to cover herself with her hands, blushing so hard, she looked like she had just run twenty laps through the Swamp of Embarrassment. For a brief moment she was tensed up in terror, thinking it was all over, until she realized she was still wearing her white bra and cotton panties, and that said panties weren’t currently straining over a mammoth erection that could dwarf a minotaur’s forearm. Breathing yet another sigh of relief, Twilight dared to open her eyes, which she hadn’t realized she’d screwed shut, and looked into the smirking face of her mentor.

“You could’ve given me some warning first!” she said rather perturbed.

“Oh, but where would the fun be in that?” Celestia responded, grinning from ear to ear. Twilight grumbled some more, but ultimately relaxed, except she kept both hands firmly over her crotch. “Twilight, what are you hiding?” Celestia said teasingly. Twilight grumbled even further, and with yet another deep blush, she lowered her hands to her sides, revealing the front of her panties, the white surface of which, right over Twilight’s naughty bits, was emblazoned with the image of a stylized sun… one that was completely identical to Celestia’s cutie mark. Celestia in turn blushed herself, but her grin grew even more, and she had to use quite a bit of willpower to control an oncoming fit of giggles.

“Th-they were on sale!” a rather flustered Twilight tried to say indignantly.

“Oh, I bet they were,” Celestia said with a grin, but before Twilight could profess any further to the sheer coincidence of her solar-themed undergarments, Celestia pulled her into another sideways hug. “But now that you’re dressed appropriately, my dear, it’s time for tonight’s movie.” Celestia then levitated the beat up copy of Attack of the Cyclopses into her VCR, sat down on the bed, and used the remote to get the movie started.

Soon the room was filled with the sounds of seventy-year old dramatic music…

The evil, one-eyed sorcerer laughed maniacally as he towered over the heroes.

“You’ll never get away with this, Vordakai!” shouted the heroine, sword gripped in hand as she stared up into her foe’s piercing red eye.

“OoOoh but I will!” laughed the cyclops sorcerer in his high-pitched voice as his bony, claw-like fingers writed and glowed with eldritch light.

“Could this guy not be any more over the top?” laughed Twilight as she sat next to an equally giggling Celestia. They had gotten a good forty minutes into the two-hour-long movie, and had been laughing the entire time. Celestia had been right: watching bad movies with friends turned it from an excruciating ordeal into a hilariously fun time. They had been poking fun at the movie’s more ridiculous lines, laughing at the jokes the other had made about the horrendous costume design, and overall just having a fun time with each other.

Celestia couldn’t have been happier. Here she was, sitting next to her darling Twilight, having more fun than she could remember having in centuries. She knew Twilight was enjoying it too. The lighthearted atmosphere had finally seemed to calm Twilight’s nerves, and Celestia surmised (and desperately hoped) that her plan was going off without a hitch.

… Little did she know it was all going to come to a screeching halt.

“Once I drain your life force with the Orb of Unblinking Eyes, I will finally have enough power to raise the undead army of Xandum III from their slumber and restore the Endless Empire of Ghol-Gan! Bow before the might of my eye-beams, foolish biclopses! MWUHAHAHAHAH—

—ooh yeah, you’re quite the flexible one. Shove it right up there!”

Suddenly, with a fritz of static, the scene changed from Vordakai shooting laser beams from his eye at Thunder Chaser and her muscular companion Bronan to an amber coloured, exceedingly busty and completely naked unicorn mare with a blue mane standing on her hands and knees while another white coloured, equally naked and busty pegasus with a pink mane was doing some rather naughty things to her companion involving a string of beads, a can of whipped cream, and several bananas. The sound of moaning and other lewd noises filled the room as both mares on the bed were blushing as much as the mares in the movie.

“S-somepony must’ve taped over it! That’s a clear violation of the check-out rules at the Royal Archives!” Celestia tried being outraged, but was far too embarrassed to actually muster up any anger. “… And what exactly is this we’re watching?” She couldn’t help but mutter the question, even if she didn’t expect an answer. Surely her sweet, innocent little Twilight wouldn’t kno—

“Backdoor Sluts IX, starring Amber Skye and Sunshine Sprinkler,” Twilight said with a blush deeper than any she had had this evening, which in and of itself was quite an accomplishment. “… Don’t… don’t ask me how I know that…”

“W-well, umm… quite.” Celestia really didn’t know what to say to that. She quickly got up from the bed, pressed the ‘eject’ button, and with the tape in hand, she cast a spell causing it to burst into flames. (She had actually only teleported it to a ‘secure location,’ but Twilight didn’t need to know that.) She then turned to Twilight with a blush on her face. “Well what would you like to do now?” That brief scene had gotten Celestia even more hot and bothered than she had already been, and she couldn’t help but think how ‘Amber Skye’ and ‘Sunshine Sprinkler’ looked very much like the two of them…

“Well, umm what do you want to do?” squeaked Twilight. Revealing that you watched excessively dirty pornos wasn’t something one tended to talk about with one’s former teacher, surrogate mother figure, or secret crush, let alone all three.

“Uhhh…” For once, the Sun Princess was at a loss for words. She knew what she wanted to do, when she looked at her beautiful student sitting there on the bed, wearing nothing more than a set of deliciously suggestive underwear, but that would probably have to wait until she knew her plan had worked. ‘Think Celestia! What would be good at a slumber party? Think think think think think think think.’ Celestia really was out of her element. The trial that she faced now was more difficult and perilous than any diplomatic standoff or national crisis. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her hairbrush sitting next to her vanity mirror. “MANES!” she blurted out.

“What?” said a confused Twilight.

“O-our manes! We could brush each other’s manes! Isn’t that what normal friends do at slumber parties?”

“Oh, ok. I suppose we could do that” Twilight responded in an even tone, but Celestia knew she was suppressing a strong sense of giddiness at the prospect.

“Alright then. I’ll do your’s first” Celestia said with a newfound sense of confidence. Levitating her hairbrush over, she climbed up on the bed and took a position on her knees behind Twilight. She took the brush in hand and gingerly began running it through Twilight’s mane, the silky strands parting around the bristles. Twilight gave a hum of approval, the coarse bristles and Celestia’s kneading fingers obviously feeling rather good.

“You really do have a lovely mane, Twilight,” the Sun Princess noted as she ran her fingers, hopefully not too affectionately, through the silky, three-toned strands.

“Not as lovely as your’s,” Twilight responded, and although Celestia couldn’t see her face, the way she said it implied there was probably a light dusting of pink on the younger alicorn’s cheeks.

“Oh I would have to disagree,” Celestia said with an air of humbleness. “To be honest Twilight, I actually kind of hate my mane. It’s very unmanageable, with the way it’s blowing all the time. Makes it hard to sit still with it always tickling my neck, and sometimes it will spontaneously change which way it’s blowing. That is particularly annoying, especially when I’m trying to eat.” Twilight giggled at that, and although Celestia thought it was funny too, she couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease her prospective lover.

“Oh, think it’s funny, do you?” Celestia said in mock indignation.

“W-well o-of course n-not! I-!” Before Twilight could stammer out the other seventythree apologies she most likely had planned, Celestia chuckled, and Twilight realized it was just a tease. But before they could continue their friendly banter, the hairbrush Celestia held brushed a bit too close to Twilight’s neck, the bristles digging in ever so slightly into her skin. Twilight tensed up completely, and Celestia froze, afraid she had hurt her.

That was until Celestia realized Twilight was suppressing a shiver and a set of giggles.

“Twilight…” she said, a grin spreading across her face. “Are you… ticklish?”

“N-no!!” She said a bit too quickly. “You just… s-surprised me is all. Heh heh…”

“Oh I think you are,” responded Celestia, her grin having turned to full on smirk. “Twilight, you may be an adult now,” Celestia began in a business like tone. “But compared to me you are, in some ways, still a child. And as a child, you are certainly not safe from the depredations of… the Tickle Monster!”

And like a quicksilver snake, Celestia’s hands shot down to the sides of Twilight’s belly and gently but fervently began tickling at what she assumed to be her sensitive spots. This was of course rewarded with the lavender mare squirming and giggling uncontrollably.

“P-princess! S-stop!” she tried to breath out between laughs.

“Oh, Twilight. What have I told you before about calling me by name? That’s earned you a double sentence.” Celestia renewed her assault on Twilight’s sensitive sides with even more vigour, prompting yet another round of giggles from her captive.

Twilight then tried to crawl/fly/flop away from her tickling tormentor and further onto the bed, but Celestia only followed. Unfortunately, Celestia had underestimated Twilight’s newfound alicorn strength, and she began to fight back with equal vigour, part-giggling, part-squirming, part-crying-from-all-the-giggling-and-squirming, but with enough moxie to give Celestia a run for her money.

That being said, Celestia may have been getting a little carried away. With the close proximity, Celestia was getting big lungfuls of Twilight’s scent, and that, combined with the state of estrus she found herself in, was enough to get her a bit ‘hot under the collar.’ Ponies, being creatures with relatively strong senses of smell when compared to other anthropoids, found scent as much an important part of selecting mates as things like beauty, personality, and general compatibility. After all, a stallion might find a mare attractive and sexy, but if her scent disgusted him, there wasn’t much chance for a physical relationship. Celestia, for her part, found Twilight’s scent intoxicating.

The tickling soon turned to a tussle, limbs and feathered appendages going in every direction. When things finally calmed down, Twilight was lying flat on her back with Celestia on top of her, straddling her nether regions, although nopony was quite sure how exactly that came to be. With the lull in the assault, Twilight took stock of their positions, and with a gasp she froze up immediately. Her eyes were screwed shut, teeth clenched, and every muscle on her body was tense.

“C-Celestia, p-please. Get off,” Twilight pleaded, practically begging, and Celestia was confused by the complete 180 in Twilight’s demeanour. Herself taking stock of what was happening, Celestia then noticed something very odd.

‘There!’

Around Twilight’s horn was a faint shimmer, like sunshine on water, barely visible, but there nonetheless. Realizing what it was, Celestia was again confused for why exactly Twilight was casting a spell, and for that matter, what spell. But a more reasonable answer for what to do, like asking her what was going on, was currently lost on the alabaster alicorn. With all the excitement, Celestia had unconsciously been slipping into ‘sex mode,’ and being drunk on Twilight’s scent and the love she felt for her, she may not have been thinking very clearly. Thusly, what she did next, at the time, seemed to her lust-addled mind a very reasonable response.

“Oh Twilight,” she said, her voice syrupy and dripping with arousal. “You know there’s no magic allowed in a tickle fight.” Celestia then did something very unbecoming of a princess. Leaning forward with a smirk, mammoth breasts swinging low into Twilight’s face (though her eyes were closed and thus the inadvertent show was lost to her), Celestia let her tongue slide out of her mouth, and with a low moan, ran it along the underside of her partner’s horn, sending a jolt of pleasure directly into Twilight’s brain.

“OooOooOh.” Twilight couldn’t help but moan, her muscles relaxing and her eyes opening before going crossed. With a sound not unlike breaking glass, any and every spell Twilight had been casting immediately shattered along with her concentration. Leaning back with a smug smirk, Celestia admired her handy work. But the reality of what she had just done was slowly starting to sink in, and the smirk was beginning to fall. But of course, a split second later, something far more important caught the Sun Princess’s attention. She suddenly felt something long, large, and hard sandwiched between herself and Twilight, something that most definitely had not been there before. Looking down, for the first time in her entire two thousand year long life, Celestia was well and truly confused.

“O-oh my…”

With surprising strength, Twilight pushed Celestia off of her and onto the floor, where she landed with a quiet ‘oomph.’ Making a beeline for the door, Twilight was almost there before a golden aura encompassed it and slammed it shut.

“Twilight Sparkle. Get back here right now,” Celestia said firmly, despite the fact that she was currently sprawled on the floor. With a beat of her great white wings, she lifted herself off the ground and landed sitting on the bed. Twilight for her part was just standing there, her back to Celestia, barely moving. Celestia became more than a bit worried when a certain sound filtered its way through the heavy silence encompassing the room.

Twilight was crying.

“Twilight, please. Just come here and we can talk,” Celestia pleaded with her student. Again, like a good filly, Twilight came back over to the bed, her back still facing Celestia. Quietly sobbing, she sat down next to her mentor, mane over her eyes and tears streaming down her cheeks.

Although, Celestia wasn’t exactly looking at her face given the circumstances. Now, with her sitting right next to Twilight, Celestia was able to get a good look at what she had thought she saw. And she was right. Nestled between Twilight’s legs, straining against her underwear, was the largest cock Celestia had ever seen. From the base of the sheath to the flat-tipped head, it had to be as big as her forearm! Celestia would’ve been surprised if she could even fit her entire hand around it!

But more importantly, it was fully erect.

“Twilight… I…” Celestia tried to begin several times, but ending up just opening and closing her mouth like a fish, genuinely at a loss for words. “May… may I see it?” she surprised herself by saying. Twilight gave no vocal confirmation, only turning her head to the side and slumping her shoulders, looking away. Celestia took this as a sign of submission, and so leaned in for a closer look. Just as she had expected, it looked very much like a normal stallion’s cock, just on a much larger scale. She pulled down the front of Twilight’s underwear to get a closer look at the base, but Twilight took a sharp intake of breath when Celestia’s hand accidentally brushed against it.

“S-sorry” she apologized.

“It’s… It’s okay,” Twilight said without making eye contact.

Pulling her panties down again, Celestia was surprised by what she saw. Twilight still seemed to possess a normal marehood, the penis (sans any kind of testicles) being located where her clitoris should have been. Judging from the wet, slick, and obviously aroused nature of her nether lips, it was most likely fully-functioning as well.

Done investigating, Celestia leaned back with a heavy blush staining her cheeks. “Twilight, if… if I may be so bold as to ask, how… exactly did you come by this particular… implement. A magical accident of some kind?”

“You could say that,” Twilight said quietly. “I’ve actually had it for nearly all my life.”

“You were born with it?!” Celestia said somewhat shocked.

“No no no,” Twilight responded sounding somewhat weary. “You know my father. right?”

“Yes, he’s a researcher at the Royal Canterlot University, correct?”

“Yeah. Well, a long time ago, when I was just a filly,” Twilight began, almost wistfully, “he was working on a particular project. His team was investigating the theory that raw chaos magic siphoned directly from Discord’s prison could be used as an infinite energy source.”

“I believe I remember that project. Wasn’t it cancelled due to an accident with a containment breach?” As Celestia said this, her eyes widened and her jaw went slack. “… No…”

“Yup. My dad is… was the kind of pony to bring his work home with him. He stopped after the accident. And me, well, I had just started my ‘must know everything about magic’ phase. I…I used to sneak into his study late at night and tinker with spell components. I was so stupid. Stupid stupid stupid!” she shouted at herself. Celestia wanted to interject and tell her that she was the smartest pony she knew, but she knew Twilight was still in the middle of her story.

“And so there I was, this little, curious, stupid filly, looking at this big, colourful orb, and had the most stupid idea that I should play with it. The explosion woke pretty much everyone on the block up. A lot of my dad’s books kind of sprouted legs and walked away. We found most of them, but we never did find his 1st edition of War and Peace. As for me, well, the polka-dot afro and the snake tail went away eventually, but… this never… never did…” Twilight said with a fresh wave of tears. “The doctors said that the chaos magic had ‘stabilized,’ and it had become as much a part of my body as anything else. They could’ve tried to surgically remove it, but it was dangerous, so my parents decided to just let it be. I’ve… I’ve been hiding it nearly my whole life.”

“But… if I might say so… it’s rather… big…” Celestia said trying to fight her blush.

“You mean to say ‘how come nopony noticed before, right? Well, it used to be a lot smaller. But when I became an alicorn, along with these things,” Twilight grabbed her cushiony tits for emphasis, “It got a lot bigger. Normally I just wear long dresses, but Rarity made me wear that damn outfit tonight, so I threw together a spell to make my panties bigger on the inside as well as hide the fact that I was casting a spell.”

“That’s… genius” Celestia said, proud of her student.

“Yeah, well if you hadn’t… you know…”

“Well… um yes.” Celestia coughed, rather embarrassed. “But Twilight, if… if I could ask… why… did you… why are you… umm… you know… e-erect?”

“Oh! Excuse a girl for popping a boner when the mare of her dreams is on top of her, licking her horn!” Twilight shouted angrily, sounding particularly hurt while a fresh wave of tears stained her face.

“Twi… Twilight…” Celestia, instead of focusing on the tears or the hurt, focused on something far more important to the grand scheme of things than temporary upsets. “‘M-mare of your dreams’?” Celestia couldn’t help but smile slightly at the implications.

“Of fucking course! I’ve been in love with you since I was five! When I lived at the castle, I jerked off every night while thinking of you! I’ve never so much as looked at another pony my whole life in the vain hope that you could possibly return my feelings! But none of that fucking matters, because I’m just a freak! A hideous frea—!”

Before Twilight could finish, Celestia grabbed her by the sides of her head and shoved her face into hers. “Don’t you ever call yourself that EVER AGAIN!!!” Then her features softened, and her hands slid down behind Twilight’s neck. “You’re beautiful, Twilight… so beautiful.”

“B-but I-I have a-a—”

“Oh, you mean this?” All Twilight could do was give an ‘EEP’ as she felt a soft, feminine hand wrap around her shaft, a hand that was most definitely not her own. “This doesn’t make you ugly, Twilight,” Celestia said in that calm, motherly tone, but with a strange quality to it that made Twilight shiver in arousal. Twilight had to stifle a moan as Celestia’s hand slowly slid up to the tip of her shaft before sliding back down to her sheath. “Any stallion in Equestria, and even some mares, would kill to have one as wonderful as this. So big and thick and virile.” Celestia licked her lips, a sense of reverent awe in her voice. Celestia’s slow, languid stroking felt amazing, but Twilight would never get off at this rate.

“You know I had an ulterior motive in calling you here tonight, Twilight,” Celestia breathed into her ear, causing her ear to flick and her eyes to widen. “I’ve carried a secret for a long time, Twilight. A secret about you,” Celestia breathed again, never pausing in her reverent stroking, and Twilight didn’t need to look to know she had slipped her other hand down her own panties. Since Celestia had ‘dispelled’ any spells Twilight had been casting, the shielding spell around her nose had disappeared as well, and now with Celestia playing with herself right next to her, Twilight got the full brunt of that wonderful, intoxicating perfume. That scent crushed any resistance Twilight could’ve possibly had, not that there’d be much in the first place.

“I’ve always cared for you, Twilight,” Celestia whispered her name like it was the most beautiful word in the world. “I care so much for you.” Twilight wanted to say something, anything, but all that came out were more moans of bliss. “The fact is, Twilight, I… I love you.”

Twilight couldn’t hold in the gasp that escaped her at those words. Considering their relationship, in any other setting the words ‘I love you’ could mean lots of things: ‘I love you like a friend,’ I love you like a daughter,’ I love you as a teacher,’ but right now, at this exact moment, it could only mean one thing: ‘I’m in love with you.’

After all, Celestia’s family may have been just a little fucked up, but Twilight was sure this didn’t pass for normal motherly alicorn behaviour.

“I had everything planned out,” Celestia breathed again, panting slightly from her own state of arousal. “I wasn’t going to tell you until a week from now. There was supposed to be dinners, relaxing afternoons together, even a night under the stars with a candlelit confession. But now… now that I know you have this… I just… I just can’t control myself.”

“Celestiaaaa,” Twilight finally managed to moan, her head falling back and her eyes closing shut. What a difference somepony else's hand made!

“Yes, my beautiful Twilight?” Celestia breathed along the edge of her ear, eliciting another flick and a moan.

“I… I…”

“Shhh.” Celestia pressed a finger to her lips, and Twilight could taste her goddess’s juices. “Let your Princess take care of everything.” And with that, Celestia replaced that finger with her own lips, her hand moving to the back of Twilight’s head to keep her steady. She moved her lips, trying to gain entrance into her purple pupil’s mouth, but Twilight was far too dazed from her teacher’s heady scent and the lower body treatment she was receiving to do much more. With a playful idea in her head, Celestia gave Twilight’s shaft a gentle squeeze, causing her to gasp at the sensation. Using her opportunity, Celestia slid her tongue into her partner’s mouth, exploring every inch of her and encouraging Twilight’s tongue to engage in some exploring of her own. Getting the idea, Twilight recuperated with equal fervor, her hands coming to rest behind her teacher’s head while their tongues danced and played in their now shared orifice.

The sounds of moaning filled the room not unlike the movie they had been watching not too much earlier. The position the lovers were currently in was rather awkward, what with their lips together, Twilight’s hands behind Celestia’s neck and Celestia holding them steady and giving her partner a handjob. Realizing their positions were untenable, Celestia slowly pushed Twilight down onto the bed, and as she lied back, she pulled Celestia with her. Twilight whimpered when their lips parted and her lover’s hand left her throbbing shaft, but they soon found themselves in a position not too dissimilar to the one that started this whole thing. Celestia moaned as she looked down at Twilight, her enormous mammaries dangling low into her lavender lover’s face, her hands on either side of her head while Twilight’s turgid cock slapped against her belly.

“Ooooh Twilight. I’ve dreamed about this for so long,” Celestia moaned out between pants.

“Me… me too,” Twilight said, her face flushed more out of her ever-increasing lust than her rapidly dwindling embarrassment.

“If…” Celestia began, the very process of speech obviously requiring quite a bit of restraint. “If you want to stop before we go any further—”

“NO!” Twilight shouted. “No… I… I want this. More than anything.”

“That’s my Twilight” Celestia beamed. Leaning down again, their lips met once more in a passionate kiss, their supple breasts squished together while Twilight’s cock lay sandwiched between their bodies. Although she wanted to pour more of her endless passion and love for her student into that fiery kiss, Celestia broke it after a few moments, in favour of trailing kisses down Twilight’s jaw, down her neck and across her collarbone. Twilight moaned the whole time, but gasped when Celestia suddenly popped her left nipple into her mouth and sucked gently. Suckling like a newborn foal, Celestia ran her tongue around and over her lover’s nipple until it was as hard and erect as her cock. While she did this, she kneaded and caressed Twilight’s other breast, feeling her fingers sink into the soft, yielding flesh of her lover’s lavender melon. When she was done with Twilight’s left breast, Celestia released the now pert nipple from her mouth with an audible ‘POP,’ before giving a very similar treatment to her right one. By the time she was done, Twilight was writhing on the bed, moaning wantonly while copious amounts of precum bubbled out of her cock and onto her belly.

Far from finished, Celestia then dragged her tongue through the valley of Twilight’s cleavage and down her stomach, stopping to lapp at the fountaining precum leaking from her cock. Licking up a large dollop, Celestia swallowed the alabaster fluid, but as she did so, her eyes rolled back and she let out a low moan. “OoooOooh tastes so goooood…” The thick, creamy taste of Twilight’s love-goo obliterated nearly every rational thought in Celestia’s mind, something that was already a dwindling resource. She wanted more. She needed more. Crawling down the bed until she was staring right at Twilight’s cock, she took the turgid sheath in hand, and then slowly ran her tongue along it from sheath to tip, eliciting the loudest moan yet from her lover.

“Cel… Celestia… what are you—” Twilight tried to stammer out, but Celestia shushed her again. Without warning, Celestia shoved Twilight’s cock into her mouth, trying to take the whole, throbbing length in one big swallow. This, as it turned out, was a bad decision, as Celestia wasn’t able to suppress her gag reflex in time, and had to pull the straining shaft out of her mouth in the middle of a coughing fit. The first thought that ran through Twilight’s mind was that her own body was so horrifically disgusting that just touching it had made Celestia sick, but Celestia was quick to assuage her worries.

“Sorry… I’ve just… never done this before…” the Sun Princess said with an embarrassed smile, and Twilight took that to mean that, since she was quite obviously into mares (though also apparently bisexual), she had never provided oral sex to a stallion before.

… Yes… That’s what she meant…

Trying again, Celestia was bit more cautious this time, just taking the flat tip of Twilight’s shaft into her mouth, and slowly went down, sliding inch after inch of turgid mare-meat into her throat. Before either of them knew it, Celestia’s lips touched the base of Twilight’s sheath. She’d taken the whole thing! All Twilight could do was moan in ecstasy as Celestia brought her head back up, her white lips sliding along her straining purple phallus before sliding back down again. Picking up the pace, Celestia began bobbing her head back and forth, letting out a moan of her own as she swallowed more and more of Twilight’s wonderful, almost drug-like preseed.

This went on for several more minutes, as Twilight writhed on the bed in pure, unadulterated bliss while Celestia got a similar feeling from the increasing deposit of alicorn spunk accumulating in her stomach. Daring to lift her head from the pillow, Twilight looked down at her beautiful sunshine lover, and what she saw nearly floored her. There sat Princess Celestia of Equestria, sovereign ruler of the sun and leader of the free world, sucking on Twilight’s unnatural, mutant mare-cock like it was a lolipop, all the while looking right at her. Those beautiful fuchsia orbs looked up at her, piercing her very soul, filling with so much lust and love. Pure, unadulterated love. Though she had already said it, though she had heard it, the realization that Celestia, the mare she had fallen in love with when she had first laid eyes on her at the Summer Sun Celebration all those years ago, well and truly loved her, hit Twilight like a sack of adamantine bricks at the speed of a sonic rainboom. Suddenly Twilight could feel her climax barreling down on her like an oncoming train. She couldn’t hold back anymore, even if she wanted to.

“OooOooOh CelesTIAAAA!!!”

With her cries of ecstasy the only warning, Twilight’s climax exploded in Celestia’s mouth with cheek-puffing force. Load after load bloated Twilight’s shaft as they traveled down her length, flowing down Celestia’s throat and filling her stomach with hot seed. Celestia, for her part, heroically swallowed nearly every spurt, the rich, creamy taste of her lover’s cum enough to make her eyes cross and set off a miniature orgasm of her own. As much as she loved her student using her throat like her own personal cock-sock, the need to breath soon asserted itself, and with no sign of Twilight’s climax ending anytime soon, Celestia was forced to pull the still throbbing shaft from her throat and take in big lungfuls of air. This of course meant that the last several spurts of creamy spunk shot all over Celestia’s face.

With her orgasm finally over, Twilight collapsed back onto the bed, panting harder than if she had gone ten rounds of bare-knuckle boxing with an ursa major. Looking back up at her teacher/lover, Twilight saw Celestia on her hands and knees, face covered in long, thick ropes of cum, any and all of which she was greedily devouring if within range of her seeking tongue. Looking back up at her, Twilight saw that Celestia’s irises had shrunk to almost pinpricks, and she had a manic, almost crazed look on her cum-covered face. Leaning low with her colossal rump up in the air, Celestia swayed from side to side, obviously blissed out of her mind with lust.

“Twi… Twi-… Twiliiiiight…” she moaned at her. Again, Celestia’s scent wafted up to her nose, mixed with the smell of her own orgasm, and suddenly a realization hit Twilight.

“Celestia… are-… are you in hea—?”

“Enough talk!” she shouted at her, cutting her off. “Twi-Twilight” she moaned breathlessly. “I’m… I’m on fire, and… and only you can put it out. Just… just please, please s-stop talking a-and-… and… and OH HEAVENS JUST SHOVE IT IN ME!!!” and with that she flipped around with the aid of her wings and shoved her ass in the general direction of Twilight’s face. Lifting her tail and using magic to pull her red silk panties down, Twilight got her first glance at Celestia’s pussy, its lips red and inflamed from pent-up arousal. Half-collapsed on the bed, Celestia was desperately fingering herself and moaning lewdly, trying in vain to find some form of release. If the paparazzi, nay, anypony in Equestria, could see the Sun Goddess now, it would shatter their childhood and any image they had ever maintained about their perfect pony princess.

And Twilight had never been more turned on in her entire life.

Whimpering pathetically, Celestia tried wagging her tail back and forth in an attempt to deliver her delicious heat scent to Twilight and provoke some kind of response that would, hopefully, result in her getting fucked senseless. As soon as that scent wafted up to Twilight’s nose, she felt herself almost back to full mast within seconds, the extreme tiredness she had felt but a moment ago nearly forgotten in her new urge to mount her Princess and give her everything she wanted.

But… But could she do it? Actually fuck Celestia? I.e. the Mattress Mambo, the Horizontal Monster Mash, the Hoofington Piledriver, the Tokyoke Sandblaster, Taking Grandmare to Applebees, Vaginal Fucking Intercourse.

The answer to that was… heck YES!!!

Standing shakily on her knees, Twilight stood behind Celestia and placed her hands on her curvy, sun-bedecked hips. When she felt the tip of Twilight’s cock begin to prod around her entrance, Celestia squealed in delight. “Ooh Yes! Do it do it do it! I want it sooo bad!!” The thought of the ruler of Equestria and the love of her life being reduced to such a cock-hungry state only served to increase Twilight’s lust, but what made her even harder was the knowledge that she was only hungry for her cock.

Finally aligned with her entrance, Twilight took a few, deep breaths. ‘Ok Twilight Sparkle, you’ve dreamed about this your whole life. It’s now or never.’ And with that thought she slammed her hips forward, burying herself to the hilt in Celestia’s love tunnel.

Twilight moaned loudly.

Celestia let out a hiss of pain.

Noticing her lover’s distress, Twilight feared the worst. Celestia’s body was completely tensed, her breathing rough and uneven, but most importantly, dear heavens she was TIGHT! It felt almost as if with every breath, Celestia’s cunt was going to snap Twilight’s dick right off!

“Celestia? Are… are you ok?” Twilight managed to croak out between pants. Celestia looked over her shoulder at Twilight, that trademark, motherly smile in place, but it was slightly diminished by the twin facts that her face was still covered in thick ropes of semen, and that a few stray tears were falling down her cheeks.

“I’ve never been happier, Twilight,” she said, and Twilight knew she was telling the truth, the impetuousness of Twilight’s act seeming to have dulled her rampant lust and restore a bit of her sanity. “You just need to give me some time to… adjust to your size. You… you really have quite an amazing one, you know.” At this they both chuckled a little, and as suggested, Twilight refrained from movement, which of course was rather hard, as the perfect prison of the Princess’s pussy wrapped around every inch of her dick, filling it with tingling warmth and pulling it further in with every contraction of her muscles. It was both bliss and torture for Twilight.

After a moment, Celestia spoke further. “O-ok, I think you can trying moving now,” she said in a slightly less shaky voice.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Twilight, please.” Looking over her shoulder, face flushed and panting, Celestia’s heat-induced lust must’ve been making a comeback. Reluctantly, Twilight slowly slid out of her, before just as slowly sliding back in. Again Twilight moaned, and Celestia hissed, but on the way back in, Celestia’s hiss of pain slowly, ever so slightly began to morph into a moan of pleasure. “A-again!”

Again, Twilight slid back out and back in, this time both of them moaning. Normally, on any other given day, the tears of pain, the ungodly tightness of Celestia’s snatch, and the words she had uttered of ‘I’ve never done this before’ would have clicked together in Twilight’s brain like pieces of a puzzle, revealing to her a bit of information about her mentor that would have left her shocked beyond belief, but at the moment, her brain wasn’t exactly up to its usual snuff, as it was too busy trying to deal with the endless stream of sensations coming from her lower body as well as wallowing in its own pool of wonderful happiness to care.

Twilight soon settled into a rhythm of pulling out and sliding in, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of mixed moans and flesh slapping against flesh. Twilight was thankful that Celestia kept sound-proofing and anti-scrying wards around her chambers at all times, or else half the castle would be able to hear the sounds of their fevered love-making.

Soon Celestia’s moans of ecstasy began to outpace Twilight’s, and looking over towards Celestia’s vanity mirror, Twilight got a glimpse of her lover’s expression. Celestia’s head was held back, her eyes rolling back while her tongue lolled out of her mouth, an expression of pure bliss plastered on her face, while her enormous, pendulous tits swayed back and forth in time with Twilight’s thrusts. Truly Celestia had never looked more happy or sexy.

Celestia’s squirming started to become more and more insistent, her moans and breaths shorter and closer together. She was getting close, and Twilight could feel the coil within herself winding tighter and tighter. ‘We should come together,’ Twilight thought. Suddenly reaching forward, she grabbed Celestia’s giant mammaries and started brutally squeezing and manhandling them. Tweaking and squeezing her bulky nipples, Twilight elicited a surprised squeak from Celestia, which soon turned into loud moans of pleasure.

“Come with me, my love,” she whispered into the Sun Goddess’ ear, more love than lust in her voice.

“Oo-OooOh Twi- Twi- TWILIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!!!” Celestia screamed at the top of her lungs, and Twilight could feel her cunt begin to spasm and contract around her, milking her for everything she could. Grunting loud and slamming into Celestia one last time, Twilight let out her own strangled cry.

“CELESTIAAAAA!!!!!”

Twilight’s cock exploded inside Celestia, spurt after spurt pumping into her, coating her womb with what seemed like gallons of seed. Frozen in place during their shared orgasm, they stood there for what seemed like eternity, Twilight’s cum pouring into Celestia while her cunt milked Twilight for every last drop. Finally spent, both of them collapsed sideways onto the bed, panting hard and completely exhausted.

“Twi-Twilight… I—” Celestia began after a moment, but it was Twilight’s turn to shush her. Recovering first, Twilight brought her exhausted Princess up to lie next to her. Celestia was so tired, she could barely move, and Twilight pulled her into a hug, her head lying on her breast.

“I think that’s enough ‘slumber party’ for one night,” she said with her own tired smile. Using her magic to pull the blankets up over the both of them, Twilight noticed Celestia had already fallen asleep, nuzzled into the crook of her new lover’s neck. “Goodnight Celestia, I love you… and I always will.” Kissing her lover at the base of her horn, Twilight settled down onto the pillow herself, and drifted off into the most peaceful sleep she could ever remember having.

Author's Notes:

Well then! If you've managed to make it this far, then either you could actually read my horrible prose or you wanted to make sure you hated the whole thing before you got your torch and pitchfork. If it's the former, I hope you liked it! If it's the latter, I've got a nice deep, dark hole to hide in, so I'm good. This is my first attempt at romance/erotica, and only my second attempt at writing anything at all! So if it really wasn't as bad as I thought, drop a comment saying so, or even a favourite and a like!

As Implied from the 'incomplete' tag, I will be continuing this story. Updates may be slow, but they will happen. As for content, it will not be just mindless sex. For me, sex is an integrable part of romantic relationships, so there will be a lot of that in this story. But I still think love is more than that, so I will include chapters where there is very little to no sex at all. I like to think I am not a common smut-peddler, but a man who enjoys painting a picture of a loving, caring, sexually-healthy romantic relationship.

Hipsterese to English translation: I am a common smut-peddler.

A Reference Guide to References: I was inspired to do this by TheLastBrunenG's wonderful story 'Pursuit'. So here, in order, are the sometimes-not-so-obvious references a cunning linguist like myself was able to slip into the story.

Gryphendor, Minotaus, and the wizard Polnyous Kromlek are all reference to my own headcannon and will be included in future stories of mine.

The cyclops empire of Ghol-Gan was heavily based on (i.e. almost shamelessly ripped straight from) the world of Golarion, the default setting for the Pathfinder Table-Top RPG.

Of course the part about 'wizard-students' is a reference to the first Lord of the Rings movie.

The Swamp of Embarrassment is a reference to an episode of Adventure Time.

The villain from 'Attack of the Cyclopses', Vordakai, shares a name with a minor cyclops antagonist from the Kingmaker Adventure Path, also from the Pathfinder RPG.

Bronan = Conan (look Bronan up on deviantart, an artist by the name of JollyJack did a hilariously cool rendition of that, though it does contain nudity).

The movie 'Backdoor Sluts IX' is a reference to an episode of South Park, while it's star, Amber Skye, is heavily inspired *cough-cough* by Celestia's former lover in the story 'Sabbatical'. Great story, check it out.

And that's the end of the references. Peace out y'all!