Author's Notes:

Contains: Masturbation
Written by AdamThePony

Twilight Sparkle was a mare of vested interests. As a bibliophile, she aggregated a great deal of literature. Some were medical, some scientifical, some simply for enjoyment. Of course, as with any art, there is always something lurid to be found if one looks hard enough. While anatomical textbooks and encyclopedias may not be worth a blush, some of the books in Twilight’s library were a bit more...exhaustive than the brief, mature statements on the stirrings between a pony’s legs. While she’d never be caught admitting to doing so, there was no hiding the fact that, in secret, she had on more than one occasion read such lewd literature.

It was a fairly average night when she’d read a particularly innocuous looking book named Peppermint of Paradise. At first blush, it had seemed clean enough. The cover depicted a rather stock, possibly photographic image of a simple beach shore with a fairly simple title written in a blocky font.

Reading it, she had been told a story of a filly named Peppermint, a resident of a possibly fictitious, possibly factual place called the Paradise Islands. They were purported to have been a sovereign state of Canterbury that existed southeast of Equestrian shores. Given the book’s description of the title character, she couldn’t have been older than maybe Babs Seed, if a bit more mature, physically. The island’s customs on age of maturity and drinking age smacked of something strange and laissez-faire when she’d come to read them, but it seemed innocent enough.

That was, until she reached the book’s midpoint.

With little foreshadowing and provocation, the book had made a sudden—and frankly quite jarring—transformation into a rather peculiar piece of pornography. While it shocked and disgusted her, the sudden shift in genre intrigued Twilight, and pressed her to proceed onward. While there was an overarching plot to keep her at least vaguely invested between the increasingly odd depictions of intercourse, she did finish the book to its back cover. However, she wasn’t sure she’d be trying to find the next title in its series anytime soon.

After having finished it, Twilight had decided to cleanse her mind (and, to some degree, her body) of the things she had filled it with by way of a nice, warm bath.

For this bath in particular, she decided to indulge herself by pulling out a bottle of a special bath blend. Princess Celestia, being the considerate and open-minded mare that she was, always relished a nice bath. She especially enjoyed one with a nice herbal infusion and soft, satin-y bubbles. Twilight liked to imagine that perhaps bathtime was her mentor’s favorite time of the day, considering how many times she’d spotted an errant drop of water and suds flick out of her freshly-brushed mane. Oh, how luscious and majestic it had looked.

This particular blend was made of parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. A familiar—if a tad peculiar—sounding blend, Twilight could already feel her mind getting a little more lucid as she squeezed the foamy liquid beneath the running faucet, being careful to get neither the bottle nor her muzzle too close to the stream. The smell of the soap mixing into the water and forming a delightful layer of bubbles and vapor rose as steam from the tub. She eyed the porcelain fixture as she waited for the water to reach an acceptable like Celestia’s maid might eye the kettle of her morning tea level. When she was satisfied, off went the faucet with an expert flick of her magic, out went her wings, ready to be dipped in the frothy emulsion, and away went her worries as she slowly dipped into the water, sinking in with a sultry sigh like a seminally sailing ship.

However, as she soaked and preened her feathers, she’d underestimated how relaxing the bath would be, and as she let herself become more and more wet, she felt herself being called away from her conscious realm, nodding off in the warmth of the tub…

In her subconscious, she dreamt what looked to be a fairly mundane, if common fantasy of hers. Twilight saw herself with Princess Celestia, at what looked to be a birthday function, being presented a large present. She shook it, curious as to what it contained, as the shape and size left a lot to be imagined, but when she ravenously—but politely—tore away the paper, she saw it was a box set of books. Particularly, foreign books. Naughty, dirty, nasty foreign books. As many as ten of them. Twilight’s face burned so brightly, she swore that she could see steam coming out from her ears.

When she looked to Princess Celestia, she could see a very lurid look on her former mentor’s face as she winked to her, her ethereal tail absentmindedly brushing Twilight’s flank and inner thigh in direct view of few but those closest to her.

Embarrassment, confusion, shame, and arousal all filled her head as she tried to play it off, but she couldn’t. With a single, loud, throaty outburst, she alerted the entire table to what was going on, only adding onto her awkward position.

And yet, having all the attention somehow made it even better, and within seconds, she felt like she would melt as the tail grazed the inner folds of her marehood. In what felt like an agonizing eternity, she ended up squirting a large, indecent glob of feminine fluid onto the table, in plain view of everypony she knew.

And then, like that, she woke up.

Twilight wasn’t sure how long she had been unconscious, but her mind was in a much thicker haze than that of the tub, the water now slightly colder and most of the suds having dissipated.

However, when her vision cleared, so did her mind as she realized precisely why that was.

A large, off-color swirl of strange liquid had filled the water between when she had passed out and when she’d come to. And by the way in which it swirled, the phrase “come to” may have had multiple meanings. While the water had gotten colder, Twilight began to burn up almost feverishly at the realization at what she’d gone through.

The flush of warmth only grew hotter as a large, heavy THUNK came from near the bathroom window.

“Oh, Twilight!” called an all-too-familiar voice of vanilla. “Are you in here? I have something for you!”

Twilight tried to hide in the bathtub, dunking her head underneath to try and not be spotted. But alas, the sound of her splashing and her appreciably grown extraneous features gave her away. The telltale clopping of manicured and shoed hooves approached the bathroom, and all hope was lost as she resigned to rising up from what little foam was left.

“Oh, there you are!” Celestia chirped, smiling as she leaned in to nuzzle Twilight’s cheek. “I came to give you something that came in from Neighpon.”

Twilight swore that she could feel the image of an innocent, bookish filly dying as she let out a weak, inquisitive whimper.

“It wouldn’t happen to be the ten-volume, unabridged version of Isha Isha Sunrise, would it?” she squeaked.

Celestia’s ears twitched. “How did you know?”

Twilight let out a chuckle to try and play off her world-sundering embarrassment. “J-Just a lucky guess?”

Celestia took a closer look at her student, taking a few wafts of the stagnant air. Within a few breaths, she came to an understanding of what made her precious purple pony princess so perturbed. But, in the interest of preserving her prudish appearance, she simply smiled and set the present on Twilight’s new crystal-framed bed.

With another quick nuzzle, she quickly turned and prepared to make her way off, but as her flanks neared the doorframe, she deliberately willed her tail aside to give Twilight a clear view of her most precious, private, porcelain posterior, letting out an inaudible giggle as she did so.

“Well, I can see you’re busy, so I’ll be on my way,” Princess Celestia said in her usual, silky speaking voice. “But before I go, I just want to tell you one thing.”

Twilight let out another nervous chuckle, desperately trying not to look directly at her superior’s soft, smooth, supple backside. “W-What might that be?”

Princess Celestia smirked as she unfurled her wings, giving a wink as she flapped her way skyward.

“There’s always a first time for everything.”

Princess Twilight Sparkle promptly sunk back beneath the water, the warmth of her body making the tub produce tiny little bubbles.