Twilight was lost in a sea of warmth. Gentle, nurturing heat encompassed her, particularly on her left side, where something big, warm, soft, and squishy was currently pressed up against her stomach. She felt a trickle of wetness on her shoulder. Something was tugging on her mane, and she could hear a low moaning. Ignoring the liquid on her shoulder for a moment, Twilight blearily reached down and took hold of that soft, sumptuous something that was warming up her belly. When she touched it, her fingers sunk into its yieldingly soft surface, and yet another moan could be heard. With a start, Twilight realized what it was.

It was pony boob.

Her eyes shot open, but she remained frozen in place, and the sight that greeted her left her momentarily confused and somewhat terrified. She was lying in a very familiar bed in a very familiar room: a room that was not her own, while a very familiar sun princess was snuggled up against her, still asleep, with a lock of her indigo mane in her mouth, chewing softly and moaning slightly. Given the facts that her bra lay discarded on the floor, her panties were halfway down one of her legs, Celestia was in an equal state of undress, and that her teacher seemed to have some kind of white something plastered to her face, combined with the intensely erotic smell permeating the room, there was absolutely no question as to what had happened last night.

After the split second it took her to realize all these things, the actual memories from last night came flooding back, along with a very intense blush. ‘Did… did we really…?’

‘Quite obviously you did,’ said the snarky part of her mind.

‘How did you get out?! I keep you locked up for a reason!’

‘Yeah, because if you don’t, people will think you’re a total bitch.’

‘Back into your cage, you! The last thing we want is Celestia finding out how bitchy we can be sometimes!’

‘Pffftt… what do you mean sometimes?’

After Twilight had soundly beaten her worryingly borderline-schizophrenic alter ego into submission with a metaphorical blunt object, her attention was once again drawn to the white mare snuggling against her. Celestia was currently glommed onto her like a giant, alabaster barnacle, her head nestled in the crook of Twilight’s neck while her arms were firmly wrapped around her midsection. She was chewing on and drooling into Twilight’s mane, softly moaning in her sleep. Gingerly, Twilight reached over and pulled the now slimy hair from the Princess’s mouth, but instead of protesting or waking her up, Celestia only smiled and snuggled in closer, holding Twilight like she was an oversized, purple teddy bear. She looked… happy. And not the ‘peacefully content’ look which was her default expression in public, but well and truly happy.

More memories came to Twilight in that moment. What Celestia had said last night, what she had done, what Twilight had done to her and vice versa, it was all just a bit much for her to take. Celestia loved her. Her, Twilight Sparkle. Twilight could distinctly remember the feel of Celestia’s throat around her cock, of her pussy milking her for everything she was worth. Here she had thought of herself as an ugly freak who nopony would ever love, but then Celestia, ruler of the frickin’ sun, widely considered to be the most perfect pony ever, eagerly got down on all fours and chugged her cum like a champ.

That last thought made Twilight blush even more. She had expected a lot of reactions from Celestia if and when her secret got out: anger, disgust, embarrassment, shame. She definitely hadn’t expected her to give her a blowjob like it was going out of style and then turn around and literally beg Twilight for a hot dicking. Celestia had been begging for it like she was a bitch in—

‘… oh dear’

It all made perfect sense now. Other than her reaction being somewhat disproportionate to a pony being in heat (she’d acted more like a wild horse who had just ingested fifty pounds of argossian fly), Celestia really had been acting as if labouring under the throes of estrus. The heavenly, intoxicating scent, how touchy-feely she had been, how she had squealed with pure and utter delight when Twilight finally impaled her on her shaft and mounted her like a bucking bronco: all classic (and somewhat exaggerated) signs of heat-induced lust. This confused Twilight. Normally, a mare in heat could at least control herself. She may have been more keen to initiate a sexual encounter, but she wouldn’t engineer one that wasn’t there.

The words Celestia had said last night came to Twilight in that moment. She had planned this. Well, not exactly, but the ‘slumber party.’ if it could be called that, had all been the setup for the big reveal of Celestia’s affection. Had she known she was in heat? That question suggested three rather different scenarios: A) Celestia had had absolutely no idea why she was so incredibly horny (no pun intended), B) She had known, but had hoped to express her love after she had waited it out, or C) She had known, but simply didn’t care, hoping to get pregnant as a last ditch means of forcing Twilight into a relationship just in case she hadn’t returned her feelings.

Twilight had to admit, that last one was highly unlikely. Not only was she sure that Celestia cared enough for her to not force her into anything, but she was also sure that Celestia wasn’t callous enough to use her own foals as a bargaining chip. A part of Twilight was rather ashamed that her mind had even thought of it.

But now that begged the question: what lay in store for them from now on? Celestia obviously wanted some kind of relationship, but what, exactly, did that mean? Would she become some sort of royal consort? Or would they keep their relationship secret? If so, would they tell her friends? Her parents? Luna? Twilight didn’t relish the thought of telling anyone her… *ahem* secret, but maybe she didn’t have to. All they needed to tell anyone was they were in love, and Twilight’s bedroom peculiarities would stay in the bedroom. But what if the tabloids got wind of something being up? The media frenzy that would result would be catastrophic! The names they’d call her! The names they’d call Celestia! It’d be a nightmare! Her whole world would collapse around her and and and and—

“Ok Twilight! Calm down calm down calm down calm down.’ Twilight’s mind was racing a mile a minute with the infinite possibilities of how everything could go absolutely, catastrophically wrong. All she wanted to do was curl up into a little ball and make the world go away, but that would be rather difficult, not only because she currently lacked the capability to immediately destroy the fabric of existence itself, but also because the rather tender spooning that Celestia was giving her would make that position rather uncomfortable for both of them. ‘Ok ok ok ok, what am I going to do what am I going to do what am I going to do? Aaaarrrgh!’

Suddenly Twilight froze, her mind going blank. She looked over at the white mare snuggling against her, and like the cracking of a whip, an iron-hard resolve snapped into place in her psyche, drowning out any and all of the obsessive anxieties that tried to make their shrill voices heard inside the fortress of her mind. ‘No.’ She had wanted this her entire life, to wake up in this position with her beautiful, perfect princess, and she wasn’t going to let anything ruin it. There was time for worrying later, but now she was going to live in the moment. Come what may, but right then and there, she was going to simply snuggle with her lover and bask in the glorious affection she had so desired for as long as she could remember.

Looking over towards the doors that lead to Celestia’s balcony, and though Twilight could not see through the frosted glass that they were comprised of (something to which she was eternally grateful), she could tell by the ambient lighting that it was still an hour or so until dawn was scheduled. Returning Celestia’s embrace and burying her nose in her lover’s flowing mane, Twilight wanted to enjoy this as much as pony-ly possible before it had to end, to commit every detail to memory so that she could enjoy it long after they had to leave the comfort of each other’s embrace.

At that moment, Twilight was in heaven…

But heaven seemed to last a lot longer than she had expected…

They lay there for what seemed like forever, and Twilight was starting to think that she had, in fact, died, perhaps on the train to Canterlot from an anxiety-induced aneurysm, and that last night and right now was just her own personal heaven in which she could spend the rest of eternity. As appealing as that thought was, the notion was quickly shattered when she heard a loud knocking at the front door to Celestia’s chambers.

“Oh son of a bitch…” were the words Twilight heard, and surprisingly, she hadn’t said them, and had instead come from the alabaster mare she had been quite sure was asleep.

“You’re awake?” Twilight asked in a perfectly even tone.

“Umm… yes… I am.”

“How long have you been so?”

“Since you pulled your mane out of my mouth… sorry about that by the way…”

“Why didn’t you say something?” she responded again in that even, emotionless tone.

“I was… enjoying the moment” Celestia said with what Twilight assumed, based on her voice, was a sheepish smile.

“Well, I suppose I can’t really blame you. That’s exactly what I was doing,” Twilight said with her own sheepish smile, with the added addition of a light blush. When the knocking came again, more insistent this time, Celestia sighed grumpily.

“I suppose I should see who that is, shouldn’t I?”

“I guess,” Twilight responded with her own grumpiness, herself unwilling to break their embrace. Celestia then carefully extricated herself from Twilight and stood from the bed. She pulled her silken, and now particularly *cough-cough* dirty, panties up to where they should be, but rather than put her brassiere back on, she casually levitated a gold-coloured bath robe out of her closet and wrapped herself in it, securing it over her prodigious bust with only a small amount of effort. Although she may have had centuries of experience of dealing with having breasts that were most likely twice as big as her head, Celestia still occasionally had trouble with them. The finance minister knew that all too well, as he was the one who had to assign a rather large amount of bits every year in the national budget towards custom-fitted, princess-sized underwear. In fact, the great equestrian space race that was currently going on was not solely fueled by the tensions between Equestria and the U.R.G., but also originally by the search for a better material with which to make bras capable of easing the royal back problems. But before Celestia could stride out of her bedroom to meet her guest, Twilight quickly got her attention.

“U-uh Princ—I mean Celestia.” Celestia turned to look at Twilight, who, with an embarrassed smile, made a sort of wiping motion over her face. Looking at herself in her vanity mirror, Celestia then realized it wouldn’t be very prudent of her to answer the door while her face was still covered in dried semen.

“Um, right.” Levitating a towel over to herself, Celestia summoned some water to wet it, then quickly scrubbed her face to be rid of her embarrassing seminal coating. Finished, she turned to Twilight. “Better?”

“Better.”

“Alright then.” Celestia turned once more to leave the room, but after a moment, she looked back at Twilight. “… I’ll be back as soon as I can, my… my love.” It felt odd to call Twilight that, the words feeling clumsy and awkward in Celestia’s mouth, but the fact that she had actually said them was so completely freeing, to express her love vocally rather than mentally, that she knew it was something she would soon grow accustomed to, at least in private. The fact that Twilight’s face lit up with surprise and genuine happiness at those words was just added gravy. ‘She’s so cute when she’s flustered.’

Striding out of the room, Celestia was prepared to confront whomever had dared to interrupt her special alone time with her student/lover, and as calmly and politely as possible (a good princess was always polite), give them a piece of her mind. Her stiff posture and the look of only slight disapproval on her face was usually enough to have the most stalwart and unflinching of stallions shit enough bricks to build an entire three-story orphanage, and as much as she took no pleasure in turning ponies into walking shit-kilns, in this instance, they deserved it.

Grabbing hold of her chamber’s mahogany doors, Celestia was ready to force her bothersome guest to accept her mind-piece, but when she flung them open, she was surprised to see Luna standing there, wearing a midnight blue bathrobe, and sporting her own look of disapproval. The sudden appearance of her sister was enough to throw Celestia for a bit of a loop, so all she could squeak out was “U-uh, hello sister… um, what can I do for you?”

“One minute, thirty-three seconds,” was Luna’s short, clipped response, her voice hard and uncompromising.

“U-umm… pardon?”

“That is how late you are for raising the sun,” Luna said, her gaze narrowing angrily.

“O-oh, I didn’t notice,” was Celestia’s bold-faced lie. She had noticed, but was certain that no one other than herself would have. Most ponies had started to take Celestia’s existence almost for granted, as if she was a universal constant. The few times in the past year she had failed to raise the sun (which was about a 300% increase from the thousand years prior), in the minds of Equestria’s citizens the world had nearly imploded. She was sure no one would miss a minute or two, so sure were they that the sun would rise on its intended course. After all, she was the only being that she knew of in the world that was so intrinsically tied to the sun itself, that she basically had a completely accurate internal clock. But so distracted had she been that Celestia didn’t remember that there was another being, that although was not tied to the sun, was just as equally tied to the moon.

“Bull-shit,” Luna quite eloquently pointed out.

“Luna! Language!”

“As the kids these days say, ‘can it,’ sister. You knew full well what time it was, and yet you did nothing,” Luna seethed, quite obviously upset. “Raise it. Now. And you better have one fucking Tartarus of a reason!!”

A golden aura encompassed Celestia’s horn as she set the sun on its intended course, before she attempted to defend herself in the verbal arena of sisterly bickering. “Look, Luna, I’m sorr—”

“Sorry does not cut it!” Luna shouted, obviously not going to accept anything but her sister’s full acquiescence.

“I’ll buy you that new Tragically Flank album you want if we just forget about this.”

“Deal!” Luna’s squeed, her anger immediately transforming into giddiness. Her quickness to giving in surprised Celestia somewhat.

‘Well that was easy.’

Although, to be fair, Luna had been pining over that album for weeks now, as she had already used up her royal allowance on other things. “But tell me sister, what was so ‘distracting’ that it pulled you away from your ‘duties’?” Luna snorted derisively, still somewhat irked. But then an odd look crossed over her face, “And, uh, what is that in your mane?” Celestia looked to where she was pointing, and froze.

“O-oh this?” she said, pulling the piece of hard white gunk out of her hair, “It’s, u-uh, chewing gum!” To prove her point, Celestia popped it into her mouth and made a point of chewing it thoroughly. Of course it wasn’t as good as when it was warm, but Celestia still felt the wonderful taste and sense of euphoria that seemed to come with Twilight’s… well, cum. Hopefully Luna wouldn’t notice her brief loss of composure.

“Riiiight… anyways, you did not answer my question.”

“I’m pretty sure I just did,” Celestia said around the wad of hard semen in her mouth.

“I mean the first one,” Luna deadpanned.

“O-oh, right, hehe,” Celestia chewed her bottom lip in worry as she looked around for possible eavesdroppers, a move that was not unnoticed by the Lunar Princess. “Sister, can you keep a secret?” Celestia whispered in a conspiratorial tone.

“Of course I can,” Luna huffed angrily, “After all, I never told anypony about how the gryphon ambassador likes to dress up in frilly and ugly ball gowns in his spare time.” As soon as Luna said these things, her eyes widened, and her face grew sheepish. “I-I guess I am a bit rusty when it comes to keeping things hidden, b-but I can definitely keep your’s, sister.”

Naturally, Celestia didn’t seem entirely convinced. “Are you sure?”

“Oh of course! I saw him myself, and he had on this most horrid make-up—”

Celestia sighed, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh, you were speaking about that.” Luna took a moment to compose herself, before responding, “Sister, we promise, upon the grave of our dearest father, that we shall not breathe a word of thine secret to any living soul…”

Celestia cleared her throat.

“… or dead soul…”

Celestia cleared her throat again.

“… or animate construct…”

Celestia cleared her throat again.

“… or any creature, force, or universal concept capable of rational thought of any nature, especially those capable of spreading such knowledge to other creatures, forces, or universal concepts…”

Celestia just looked at her expectantly, and Luna sighed.

“And especially not any being from beyond our known reality or that is based upon non-euclidean dimensions, because those guys are total jerks. Happy now?”

Celestia pursed her lips. “… Yes.”

“Good. Now just fucking tell me!!” Luna screamed, sounding slightly giddy. Celestia rolled her eyes. Despite her often dour demeanour, Luna had always been one for gossip.

“Well, sister, something… happened between me and Twilight last night.” Celestia’s ears swiveled back and forth to determine that the mare in question was out of earshot, before continuing somewhat nervously. “Luna… Twilight and I are… are in love… and we… made love last night…” Celestia braced herself for the inevitable shout of ‘YOU’RE GAY!!!,’ most likely at Royal Canterlot Voice level, but instead she heard this.

“Wonderful! Congratulations, sister, I’m very happy for you!” Luna said in a perfectly casual manner.

“W-wait…” Celestia said confusedly. “You’re not… surprised at all that I’m… I’m..”

“Queer? And by that I mean queer in the new use of the word. Actually sister, not in the slightest,” Luna responded with a genuine smile.

“H-how did you…” Celestia jaw had gone completely slack, as something she had thought was known only to her seemed to be common knowledge to her sister.

“Well, there had always been signs. How you used to insist on bathing alone rather than let the female servants help you, how you never took a suitor since… well, ever, not to mention how you practically glommed onto Twilight Sparkle every time you saw her. And well…” Luna smiled sheepishly, “You kind of… showed me…”

“What?! When?!”

“Do you remember Cadence’s… um,” Luna snapped her fingers several times as she attempted to remember, “Oh what was it? Oh yes! Her ‘Bachelorette Party’ we threw for her the night before her rescheduled wedding?”

Celestia was confused. She remembered throwing the party, but she didn’t really remember the party itself, and definitely didn’t remember outing herself. It hadn’t been very pleasant for her, so maybe she repressed those memories, or maybe it was because certain ‘factors’ had conspired to obliterate those events from her memory. Either way, what had happened was still rather hazy to her, but, not wanting to appear forgetful in front of her sister, Celestia responded with all the dignity she could muster.

“U-uh… no.”

Luna smiled again. “Well, let us enlighten you…”

The rather seedy establishment in lower Canterlot, affectionately dubbed ‘the Dirtied Horseshoe,’ had been reserved for a ‘private party,’ whose specifics of said party the management and employees were forbidden to speak of by royal decree. Currently, the squat, ugly building was ablaze with loud, upbeat dubstep music while flashing, multi-hued strobe lights blared from within every window. Celestia and Luna sat on large reclining couches, alone around a low table laden with delicious snacks and what not, and quite a bevy of particularly hard ciders. The younger sister was speedily sipping from a large fruity concoction the bartender had recommended, all the while giving quite obvious and sultry ‘come hither’ looks to several of the male dancers. The elder sibling, however, looked quite obviously uncomfortable, sitting stiff and rigid, avoiding eye contact with the dancers, her drink nearly forgotten, almost like she was pretending she was anywhere but there. The fact that it was only the three princesses, the bartender, the DJ, and over a dozen muscular and particularly oily stallions wasn’t helping Celestia feel any more comfortable. Cadence had been quite clear that they were not to invite Twilight or any of her friends, a fact which made Celestia particularly depressed, as the company of her beloved would’ve made this intolerable night all the more bearable. It had been known but never witnessed by the royal sisters that the youngest alicorn didn’t handle her liquor very well, and Cadence didn’t want Twilight’s childhood memory of her friendly foalsitter to be completely decimated, nor did she want the element bearers’ first impression of the real her to be… well, this.

“WOOOOOOH!!!!! PRINCESS OF LOVE IS IN DAH HOUSE, BITCHES!!!” screamed an incredibly intoxicated Cadence as she danced onstage, her blouse somehow finding its way off of her chest as she grinded against the increasingly nervous dancers.

“I wish she’d show a bit more decorum,” Celestia snidely commented, somewhat disgusted by her niece’s behaviour, though she would never admit it to anyone, even herself.

“Oh relax, sister! Is this not supposed to be ‘fun’?” Luna responded as she picked another olive out of her drink with the complimentary toothpick, the four Bloody Sombras she had ingested giving her a pleasant buzz in the back of her mind.

“You do know she’s drunk enough alcohol to put a bull elephant into a coma, right?” Celestia deadpanned.

“Yes but she is an alicorn. She will be fine!” Luna pointed out with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“At this point, I’m more concerned about the dancers. Our niece can have quite a strong grip,” Celestia said with an irritated look just as one of the dancers limped offstage in search of an ice pack, clutching his groin all the way. Luna rolled her eyes and then gave a sultry smile.

“I would indeed ‘grip’ that… oh! If you know what I mean…” Luna said as she eyed several of the dancers like a feral predator, actually remembering what her phrasebook had said, that by adding the words ‘if you know what I mean’ to a sentence, you can make anything sound sexual. Celestia gave a dismissive snort of disapproval, and Luna eyed her with slightly widened eyes. “Oh and you would not?”

“Well, u-uh…” Celestia quickly searched for what to say, having not expected to answer that particular question. Regaining a small measure of dignity, Celestia somewhat haughtily turned her muzzle up at her sister as she responded without thinking. “I just prefer my lovers to be more… soft in nature.”

“By that do you mean limp and effeminate?” Luna said genuinely confused. That is, until her eyes widened even more. “… Or, in the place of effeminate, do you mean feminine?”

“I’m n-not sure what you mean, sister.” Celestia tried to hide her stutter but failed, and Luna definitely noticed. Suddenly Luna’s eyes narrowed, and her grin became sly. Growing uncomfortable under her sister’s gaze, Celestia began to squirm in her seat. “Why are you looking at me like that?!”

“Oh nothing, sister” Luna said slyly, “I just never thought you would be of that particular… persuasion…” Luna had long suspected, but until now never had any proof, and although she did not begrudge her sister for her tastes even in the slightest, she just couldn’t pass up this opportunity for some good-natured ribbing.

“Who said anything about ‘persuasions’?! I simply prefer my partners be gentle, caring, romantic types, not big, oily, muscle-bound brutes!” Celestia indignantly sputtered, but only then realized the dancer with the ice pack was standing right behind her, glaring at her vehemently. “No offense, hehe…” This seemed to placate him for now, and he continued limping backstage to the employee-only area.

“Oh, do not be coy, sister. There is nothing wrong with enjoying the company of the fairer sex. There was barely any stigma surrounding that particular taboo even back in our day, and from what I understand, there is absolutely none at all today! Maybe we can set you up with a date! I am sure a chance to court you could turn any mare gay, and I bet they would be lining up out the door! I may have even caught Twilight Sparkle eying your curves once or twice…” Unfortunately, at that very moment, Celestia had been foolish enough to take a big swig of her drink in the vain hope that it would help her tune out her sister, but at the mention of Twilight’s name in this context, she sputtered and nearly choked on her own tongue.

“W-what?! W-we’re n-not— S-she isn’t— w-we’re just—!!”

Thankfully, to Celestia’s (not-so) eternal gratitude, their sisterly conversation was interrupted by a drunken Cadence lurching offstage and into her seat as the song being played came to a close. “How wasted am I!!” she blearily belched out to no one in particular.

“Enjoying yourself?” laughed a smiling Luna.

“Are you kidding?! *Hic* This is like, the besht night of my life!!! WOOO!!! I’M GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW!!!!!!” She screamed the last part almost directly into Celestia’s ear, causing the elder alicorn to wince and grimace. She then reached for a nearby bottle of Molson Equestrian, hoping to upgrade ‘Bull Elephant in a Coma’ to ‘Bull Elephant Pushing up Daisies.’

“Um, Cadance, don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Celestia interjected, hoping to avoid any more possible damage to her niece’s image.

“Pfftt!!” was Cadance’s response, unfortunately showering Celestia in saliva so rich in alcohol it could be bottled and sold as alicorn liqueur, “Oh come on, Auntie!! That rod up your butt has a rod up it’sh butt!!” the pink mare then proceeded to chug the bottle of booze like a fish would breath water.

“Luna, help,” Celestia pleaded.

“Oh I am so remembering that rod joke!”

Celestia made a mental note to do something particularly nasty to her sister at some point in the future, before turning back to her niece. “Really Cadence, I think it’d be best if you put the bottle down. I think we’ve all had enough partying for one night.”

“Oh please!” Cadence shouted, causing Celestia’s still sensitive ears to ring, “You’ve been nursing that same drink for *Hic* hours! Looshen up a bit, Sunbutt! Or are you afraid that rod’ll slide out!” She then fell into a fit of drunken giggles at her own joke before chugging the rest of the bottle and smashing it over her own horn.

“Umm… quite” Celestia really didn’t know what to make of that display as she picked a piece of glass out of her drink. Luna, on the other hand, was laughing her ass off.

“Oh come on!” said Cadence, completely unphased by the bottle’s blow, “I bet you can’t even handle a glass of Applejack Daniel’s, let alone a bottle!”

“Cadence! I—!”

“It’s true sister, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you consume more than a few sips of alcohol.”

“That’s not true—!” Before Celestia could continue, Cadence slid a bottle of the mentioned drink over to her across the table, before slowly starting to chant.

Chug chug chug!”

Luna, seeing the fun to be had, joined in as well.

“Oh please! I am not—!”

“Chug chug chug!”

Soon, noticing the commotion, the rest of the bar joined in, the bartender, the DJ, even the dancers.

“Your rhythmic chanting isn’t getting you anywhere!” Celestia tried protesting, but it was pointless. The sound of everything else was drowned out by their chanting, their words worming into her skull. Celestia felt a great surge of anger well up inside her, and in a decision she would later come to regret, she did something she hadn’t done in centuries.

Cave to peer pressure.

“FINE! You want to see me drink?! Then I’ll fucking DRINK!!” And with that, she grabbed the bottle, knocked it back, and swallowed every last drop in a scant three gulps.

Needless to say, the crowd was rendered speechless.

“See! I told you so-ooooOooooO…” Celestia slurred quite pronouncedly as her body was suddenly hit by the full force of an entire bottle of hard liquor. Cadence and Luna had actually been right; Celestia had just been too proud to admit it. She really didn’t drink very often, and her body hadn’t built up the tolerance that her sister or her niece had. Swaying woozily on the spot, a goofy grin spread across Celestia’s face, the kind of grin you only got when you were completely plastered.

“Um, sister, are you alright?” was Luna’s worried inquiry.

“Of courshe I am,” Celestia slurred, “In fact, I feel like another drink…”

Two hours later…

Luna was not amused.

It had started out funny, of course. She had never actually seen her sister drunk, and this had been a wonderful opportunity to laugh at the crazy stunts Celestia would of course attempt.

But of course having you sister stick her tongue down your throat wasn’t usually something to laugh at.

Nor was the groping, or the fondling, and definitely not the repeated slaps to her now rather sore rump. Cadence had been her first target, seeing as the two of them weren’t actually, kinda sorta, technically, may not have been related in the strictest sense of the word. Not to mention the fact that she more closely resembled a certain purple unicorn. But after a few too many repeated advances, the younger alicorn had finally decided she had had enough to drink and flew back home at a speed faster than a barreling locomotive, completely ignoring the ‘no drinking and flying’ laws, leaving Luna alone with a very intoxicated and very sexually frustrated Celestia. It seemed that Celestia was repressing a lot more than just crazy party pony antics.

Currently the two of them were ensconced in the lady’s room of a 24-hour Tim Horsetons, as halfway through her spree of drunken, incestuous debauchery across Canterlot, Celestia had decided she could really go for some Timbits right now. At the moment, Luna was holding back her sister’s flowing mane (something that was harder than it looked) while Celestia unceremoniously transferred the remains of an entire box of Timbits from her stomach to a convenient porcelain receptacle.

“Oh, Twilight! I’m never gonna drink again!” Celestia slurred out between hurls.

“For the last time, sister, I am not Twilight!” Luna ground out, frustratingly sober. The last two hours had completely annihilated any remnants of that pleasurable buzz she had felt at the Dirtied Horseshoe.

“That’sh a funny thing for Twilight to shay,” Celestia giggled drunkenly.

“That is probably because I am not Twilight!” It was starting to worry Luna that, no matter who happened to be the current focus of her sister’s homosexual lust, Celestia was entirely convinced that they were her faithful student and the bearer of the Element of Magic. She knew they were close, but she didn’t think they were that close.

“Of courshe you’re Twilight,” Celestia sniffed while her head rested on the rim of the bowl, sounding almost like she was on the verge of tears, “Becaushe you won’t love me… and-a-and Twilight won’t love me… even though I love her sho much!” Celestia wailed as actual tears started to fall, her logic seeming completely inescapable to her inebriated mind.

Needless to say, that drunken confession had caught Luna completely by surprise. But… it actually made sense. The constant praise, the tender hugs, the stolen glances she would take when she was sure she wasn’t looking. Celestia was in love with Twilight Sparkle, but was convinced she didn’t love her back. A plan forming in her mind, Luna gently cleared her throat.

“Um, actually, say for a moment that I am Twilight—”

“Ok Twilight.”

‘Well that was easy.’ Luna thought. “But, um, yes. So I am Twilight. Have you ever actually told me that you love me?”

“Of courshe not! Becaushe I know what you’ll shay!”

“And what would I say?”

“That I’m jusht a boring old nag who nopony lovesh and doeshn’t know how do anything except raishe the shtupid sun!” Celestia blubbered uncontrollably. Luna had never seen her sister look so… well, pathetic, hunched over a toilet bawling her eyes out into her own vomit. It was heartbreaking. Not to mention the fact that Celestia seemed to have quite a few self-esteem issues Luna hadn’t known about until now.

“Oh, that is not true and you know it!” Luna tried to say reassuringly while stroking Celestia’s mane, “You are a wonderful pony! Probably the most wonderful pony I know! And anypony who cannot see that is just wrong!” This seemed to quiet Celestia, and other than a few sniffles the crying had mostly stopped. Luna sat there for a few more minutes while Celestia calmed down, stroking her mane all the while. After a while, a gentle snore reached her ears; Celestia had fallen asleep. Luna smiled at the sight, and judging from the happy look on her snoozing face, Celestia’s dreams were probably filled with many a purple unicorn.

“Come on, sister. Let us take you home.”

Meanwhile, at the Legion of Doom in the present…

“Oh please tell me I didn’t do any of those things!” Celestia whimpered while covering her face with a hand, her cheeks burning hotter than a dragon’s gonads.

“My hand to the heavens,” Luna swore while raising the aforementioned hand.

“Did I really… you know… tongue and everything?!”

“I’m afraid you did,” Luna said gravely.

“Oh sweet heavens! Why didn’t you say something before?! That was months ago!”

“I did not think it was very important. It did not change anything, really. You were intoxicated and thought I was Twilight. As the kid’s say, ‘no biggie smalls.’” Luna said casually.

“Actually, that’s ‘no biggie.’ Leave off the ‘smalls’ part.” Celestia corrected with a sheepish smile.

“See! We are both learning new things!” Luna smiled, “And besides… it was kind of flattering…” At this they both blushed and looked away, unable to meet each others’ eyes. “Anyways!” Luna said after a few tense moments of awkward silence, “Breakfast is in an hour. I assume that… um, Twilight will be joining us?”

“Uh, yes. She will be.” Celestia blushed, and Luna wasn’t really able to discern why. “Thank you Luna, and, um, sorry.” Luna smiled at this, all slights forgiven, as she knew how hard it was for Celestia to admit she was wrong.

“No worries, sister. See you… and your special somepony, at breakfast,” Luna giggled, “Oh, and did you, um, swallow that chewing gum?”

“What gum?” Celestia said, flawless poker face already having slid into place.

“Um, nevermind. Goodbye sister,” Luna waved before departing via teleport. With that embarrassing ordeal over with, Celestia closed the doors to her chambers, before slumping against them and taking a deep breath.

“Oh sweet heavens, I am never drinking again!”

“Is something wrong? I heard shouting,” said a very familiar voice, as a certain purple alicorn stuck her head out of the bedroom door, making sure that was all anyone could see.

“Oh nothing Twilight, just Luna being Luna,” Celestia said with a tired smile.

“Oh, ok.” noticing the doors were closed, Twilight stepped out of Celestia’s bedroom and into full view, though she did so with a blush and an averted gaze, seeing as she had dispensed with her now somewhat useless undergarment and gone completely nude. Celestia took in a sharp intake of breath at the sight. Though Celestia had thought Twilight was beautiful before her ascension, now she was stunning. Combined with her pretty face was her amazingly proportioned body, her perfect purple coat still drenched in sweat from how warm it was last night, the beads of moisture glistening on her curves in the early morning light.

And of course, hanging between her legs was that new addition that had started it all, though Celestia realized it was actually a pretty old addition: a magnificent dick so long, it nearly reached her knees, even when flaccid. Celestia’s eyes were riveted to it. Even though she was gay, there was something about Twilight’s amazing rod that made both sets of her lips salivate with lust merely at the sight of it. Celestia remembered the feeling of that magnificent tool stretching every nook and cranny of her tunnel and filling her to the brim with her lover’s wonderful, narcotic seed. Just thinking about it made her knees weak from desire. Noticing the strange way Celestia was looking at her, Twilight cleared her throat. “Umm… something else wrong?”

This seemed to snap Celestia out of her lustful daze, and as she regained her composure, she said, “Oh not at all, I was… just thinking how amazingly beautiful you are.”

“Oh come on,” Twilight said whilst rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly, “I’m really not that—”

“Don’t you even finish that sentence,” Celestia said sternly, causing Twilight to blanch in horror, the gears already turning in her head for her mouth to emit an endless stream of apologies for failing her princess. To preempt said stream of pointless apologies, Celestia calmly but quickly walked over to Twilight, letting her bath robe fall open just enough to reveal her own sumptuous curves, but only leaving just a tantalizing hint of nipple. She placed a hand on Twilight’s cheek, rubbing it both sensually and affectionately, and stood so close that Twilight could feel her hot breath on her muzzle. “Of course you’re beautiful Twilight,” she whispered passionately, “Never in all my centuries have I witnessed a beauty so sublime as to make the sun itself weep.”

Twilight blushed furiously at this, and only slightly stammered when she spoke, “D-did you come up with th-that just now?”

“Actually I’d been saving that one for awhile,” Celestia said with a smile, “but that doesn’t make it any less true.”

Twilight looked away before responding, a small smile tugging at her lips, “Y-you really think I’m beautiful?”

Celestia sighed. Obviously just telling her wouldn’t be enough. She had to show her. “Twilight, please follow me for a second.” Doing as she was asked, Twilight followed Celestia back into her bedroom. “Now Twilight, I suppose we should have this talk anyways, but I know you learn better sometimes with visual aids,” Celestia spoke as she gestured for the both of them to take a seat on the bed. “I’ve…” Celestia began, but it was hard. Going from repressing your desires to talking about them openly in the span of a night wasn’t easy, “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time, Twilight. I—” Celestia was interrupted by Twilight raising her hand like a filly in a classroom. Chuckling to herself, Celestia relented, “Yes Twilight?”

“H-how long exactly? Like when I was still in Magic Kinder—?”

“Of course not!” Celestia laughed, “I may have my quirks, but I’m not a pedophile, Twilight.”

“U-um, s-sorry, I—”

“Twilight, you really need to try and relax around me, ok? It’ll be hard for this to work if you still treat me as your better rather than an equal.”

“Ok Princ—” at a stern look from her mentor/lover, Twilight hastily corrected, “O-ok Celestia.”

“Better,” Celestia laughed. “Anyways, back to the topic at hand. If I had to ballpark it, I first started feeling… urges regarding you when you were, I’d say, sixteen or so, when you actually became a mare, rather than a filly. I didn’t realize what it was at first, but when I looked at you, I just… you were so beautiful, so lovely, I wanted so badly to reach out and touch you, to feel how smooth and soft your coat was, to run my fingers through your silky mane, and smell your perfect, wonderful scent.” Celestia sighed, remembering those intolerable urges. “I… I didn’t realize it was love until your first Summer Sun Celebration in Ponyville, when… when you gave Luna back to me.”

“But I was twenty when that happened,” Twilight queried, “What about the four years in between?”

“To be honest, Twilight, it… it was torture. I wanted to be with you, I wanted you so badly, but… but I felt it was wrong. You were so young, and I am so old. Whether you could love me back didn’t matter. I was… frankly, I was scared. Scared of rejection, scared of judgement, scared of everything. I had convinced myself out of fear that I had to overcome my feelings, my urges. Every time in those four years, when I saw you, hugged you, was close to you, I felt that jolt of electricity that only comes when you’re close to the pony you love. But when I felt it, it… it horrified me. I tried so hard to think of you as my daughter, but I just couldn’t, and that scared me.”

“But what does that have to do with me being beautiful?” Twilight was still perplexed.

“Twilight, I don’t need to tell you that physical attraction is 40% of what forms most feelings of romantic love, and I think it’s quite obvious that I’m what you’d call a ‘queer.’ Take it from me, somepony who has lived for nearly two millennia, that when I say you are the most beautiful mare I can remember seeing in my entire life, that that means you are beautiful.”

“Ok ok, but weren’t you going to sho—”

“You still don’t believe me,” Celestia said impassively.

“Of course I d—!”

“No you don’t,” Celestia shook her head with a smile, “I know you Twilight, know you enough to know when you’re lying.” Twilight shrunk into herself, ashamed for having lied to her princess, but Celestia calmly tucked a finger under her chin and raised her head to look into her eyes. “And that’s why I’m going to show you this.”

With those cryptic words, Celestia stood from the bed and went over to the armoire where she stored most of her clothes. Opening it, she searched around for a good few minutes, until she finally found what she was looking for, hidden away at the very bottom. Walking back over to the bed, the object held behind her in her telekinetic grip the whole time, she sat down next to Twilight and levitated the object over to her.

“What’s this?” Twilight held in her hands some kind of garment, a shirt of some kind. It was obviously made for the Princess, as it was larger than any stallion’s shirt and had plenty of room in the front for Celestia’s breasts. It was made from dense sackcloth, so rough it hurt Twilight’s fingers even as she held it. Despite its composition, it seemed almost supernaturally thin, able to slip under another set of clothing with no one the wiser, while still maintaining its unearthly uncomfortableness. Examining it further, Twilight noticed that woven into the fabric was a series of metal wires, seemingly purposefully designed to dig into the flesh of whomever wore it. It even seemed like there were dried bloodstains on parts of it. ‘Why would anypony make a shirt like this?’

“This, Twilight” Celestia said, ready to enlighten her, “is what is called a ‘cilice,’ also known as a—”

“Hair shirt,” Twilight said, having heard the word before. “Didn’t… didn’t monks wear these as a form of penance? Why in all of Equestria would you have one of these?”

“Because Twilight, so drawn to you I was, so beautiful you were, and so ashamed of this desire I was, that I had this made and enchanted, so I could wear it when I felt those urges, those desires to be with you sexually, so that I could be distracted, to not feel those urges anymore.”

“So you could associate those urges with discomfort,” Twilight cleverly surmised. "But… but why didn’t it work?”

“Because Twilight,” Celestia said, moving closer to her and levitating the shirt away, looking into Twilight’s eyes lovingly, “No amount of painful shirts or ice-cold showers can stand in the way of true love.” Then, for a moment, Celestia’s expression grew uncertain, seeming to lose the confidence she always possessed. “You… do love me, Twilight? Don’t you?”

“Celestia,” Twilight started, her expression growing serious, “that is the dumbest question I’ve ever heard in my life…” At this Celestia’s face fell, and for a brief moment, she seemed like she was going to burst into tears… until Twilight wrapped her arms around Celestia’s neck and pulled her into a crushing hug. “Of course I love you! You’re my whole world!” she shouted happily. Celestia couldn’t have been more elated, but unfortunately, Twilight underestimated her alicorn strength, and as much as having her nose buried in Twilight’s amazingly soft and heavenly scented fur was almost euphoric, she still needed to breathe.

“I can barely remember a time when I wasn’t in love with you,” Twilight continued, oblivious to Celestia’s desperate need for air, “I’ve dreamed about being with you for years, and I never thought any of these fantasies would ever happen, bu— EEK!” Twilight was interrupted by Celestia softly nibbling her shoulder, causing her to release her from her iron-hard grasp. Blushing furiously, Twilight sputtered. “What’d you do that for?!”

“Air, mostly,” Celestia laughed, “It seems that alicorns in general have rather strong grips. And besides, you deserved that after leading me up like that.”

“I know. It’s just… of course I’m in love with you! It’s just a… a fact. Always has been, ever since I was a filly! So no worries there. And besides…” Twilight blushed even more, “last night was amazing.”

“Wasn’t it!” Celestia gushed, “If I had known sex was this great, I would have tried it centuries ago!”

*CRACK*

At those words, Twilight froze, memories from last night flooding her mind. The way Celestia had acted, so nervous and uncertain, so inexperienced, almost like she was a—

“Celestia,” Twilight began slowly, “Have you… have you ever had sex before?”

Celestia blushed furiously and looked away from Twilight, chewing her bottom lip. “Um, well Twilight, I… n-not exactly, I mean… no. Twilight, until last night, I was a… a virgin…” Celestia let those words just hang in the air like some cloying mist.

Twilight’s mind went completely blank. Her limbs felt like they were made of lead, and a strange feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. Had she really been the Princess of Equestria’s first? Had she really been the first to climb Mt. Celestia and plant her flag in that fertile soil? Inwardly groaning at the pun her mind had just unintentionally made, Twilight tried collecting her thoughts. Needless to say, this was big. Licking her rather dry lips, Twilight needed further confirmation.

“S-so… I-I’m your f-first?”

“Yes, you are Twilight,” Celestia said with a genuine smile, “and I can’t think of any other pony I would’ve rather had,” she whispered in Twilight’s ear, causing a shiver to go up the younger alicorn’s spine. But then, herself growing uncertain, she continued, “Am I a-also your first?”

“Well, yeah. I’ve never even been on a date before, let alone, you know, do the do,” Twilight said with her own furious blush.

“See,” Celestia said warmly, “We are meant to be together.”

“Yeah, about that,” Twilight said nervously, “What… what happens now?”

Celestia seemed thoughtful for a moment. “Well, I’d imagine we… we could spend more time together, right?” She said, with more nervousness than Twilight could ever remember seeing from her. “R-right?” It seemed almost like there was a hint of desperation in Celestia’s voice. The smile she had pasted on was strained, and her eyes held a fear that Twilight couldn’t even imagine. So surprised was she, that it took a moment for Twilight to gather her thoughts, and Celestia saw this as a sign of hesitance.

“I kn-know Canterlot is p-pretty far from Ponyville!” she started spouting off quickly, her desperate ramblings barely letting Twilight get a word in edgewise, “But it’s n-not too far, isn’t it! And I—!”

“Cel—”

“—could even make a royal decree that forces the rail companies to let alicorns ride free! Or I could—!”

“Celes—”

“—move the capital to Ponyville! I know the nobles would raise a fuss, but I’ve dealt with worse!”

“Celesti—”

“I could even build a transwarp portal in your closet that’ll teleport you directly to my bedroom—!”

“CELESTIA!” Twilight finally shouted, and surprisingly, Celestia obediently shut her trap like a scolded filly. Hoping to put her lover at ease, Twilight pulled Celestia into another embrace, staring into her eyes with a smile on her face. “Of course we can spend more time together. Last night wasn’t just some… booty call. I… I really want to be with you, more than anything.”

“G-good… hehe… good. I-I really want to be with you too.” Celestia was acting rather strangely, avoiding eye contact with Twilight, looking around the room anywhere but at her. Even as Twilight held her, she seemed to relish in the physical contact, almost like she had never been held before, all the while tensing her muscles, almost like she was afraid to let go. She possessed none of the usual confidence or graceful poise she held in public. She seemed nervous, afraid, desperate. Much later, when Twilight would look back on these memories, she would realize that Celestia’s current behaviour was the first signs she saw of a complex personal issue that went far deeper than she could’ve imagined, and had been plaguing her mentor since time immemorial.

“Good. I’m glad.” Twilight smiled, and Celestia smiled back.

“Well,” Celestia said, clearing her throat, seeming to regain some confidence, “Luna has informed me that breakfast will be in an hour. I would very much like it if you joined us, Twilight.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” she beamed. Breakfast with the Princess, this was perfect!

“Great,” Celestia smiled, almost sounding relieved, “But, umm, I suggest we get cleaned up first. I don’t know about you, but last night left me pretty sweaty and um… sticky,” she said with a blush. “How about we take a bath?”

“Oh, ok. I’ll let you go first,” Twilight responded, the not-so-hidden implication going completely over her head.

“Um, no, Twilight, I think you misunderstand. I meant why don’t we take a bath,” she said, a hint of sultriness in her smile. With the realization sinking in, Twilight eyes bulged and her face flushed.

“Y-you m-mean t-together?” she stammered.

“Of course,” Celestia responded, standing from the bed and taking a few steps, “I’m not sure about you, but sometimes I have trouble reaching certain…” as she said this, she let the bathrobe she was wearing fall from her shoulders, revealing her flawless alabaster curves, clothed in nothing but her panties. “… places.”

Without even looking, Celestia could tell Twilight’s eyes were riveted to her body, and intending to put on a show, she slowly and gracefully slid her panties down before removing them and throwing them off to the side. Then she did a few stretches and flexed her wings, intending to look like she was working out some kinks, but in truth, the display was far more sensual than it needed to be. Finished, she started to make her way towards the bathroom, but not before giving Twilight a sultry ‘come hither’ look over her shoulder.

Twilight just sat there as Celestia left, her eyes wide, face flushed, and breathing heavy and laboured. Thank the heavens that Celestia had left the room, or she would have seen Twilight’s cock inflate to full size in seconds. Or maybe she had. Twilight didn’t think either way would’ve made a difference, as Celestia obviously knew what effect her body had on Twilight. Oh heaven,s she was so hard and wet; that sexy display had definitely gotten her blood flowing. But bathe with the Princess?! Of course she wanted to, wanted to so badly, but could she—

“Coming?” Came Celestia’s syrupy voice from the bathroom, more a statement than a question.

“Yes!” Twilight surprised herself by screaming. Scrambling from the bed, she ran towards the bathroom door like her life depended on it. She could have an existential crisis later. Right now, she had a date with her deepest fantasies.

Author's Notes:

And there we go! Sorry, no actual sex this time. But there will probably be a steamy shower scene in the next chapter.

A few notes I'd like to get out of the way. First off, that scene with the hair shirt wasn't in the original plan for the chapter, but seeing as so many people were confused as to what a hair shirt actually was, I decided to enlighten you fair readers, using the not-so-soothing power of an enchanted hair shirt.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Peace out y'all!