A powerful surge of excitement makes my tail hike upward, and my marehood wink, when the Princess asks me that particular question. An instinctual response, advertising to any stallion that would care to look that I am more than okay with the suggestion, although it probably isn’t entirely appropriate given that the Princess is also a mare. Of course, with my excitement comes the familiar rush of adrenaline as well. While my body certainly knows what it wants, I’ve long anticipated and dreaded the question. Maybe that’s why it took so long before she asked?

“I... uh... I...” I stammer, trying to find the right words to consent to what is bound to be the best night of my life, while also making clear that it will be my first ever time having intercourse in... well... ever. “I...” I let out a huff of frustration at my own inability to communicate clearly in an important moment like this and settle for a nod instead. A nod which is accompanied by a blush when a pressure on my bladder reminds me that there’s something else important that I should probably do beforehoof. “But I...” I take a deep breath. “I need to go to the bathroom first.”

The adrenaline settles in my stomach and becomes a cold block of ice when it transforms into fear. Will the Princess accept that I have to go? Is it acceptable to even say something like that? Maybe I should just have gone without telling her anything. Is she going to be angry with me for ruining the moment?

She smiles and my heart melts. “Of course, Twilight,” she tells me in that gentle melodious voice of hers that always enraptures me. “Don’t hesitate on my account.” And just like that, the fear in the pit of my stomach is gone, and I can get up to go to the bathroom in relief to... uh... relieve myself.

I keep my tail wrapped around one of my hind legs while I move. Not only so that it doesn’t hike up again, that would be embarrassing enough, but also because the Princess’ preening was much more... exciting than I would like to let on. Because of it, I’d have had rivulets running down my hind legs if my tail weren’t in the way. It’s a small miracle that she hasn’t smelled my excitement by now.

I can’t help but glance back at the bed before I reach the door, only to find that the Princess has also gotten up and is following me like a cat follows a mouse. I could almost swear she’s licking her lips while she does so. Embarrassment again mingles with excitement and my wings hit the side of the door before I can step into the bathroom proper. Has she noticed my agitation? Is she going to pull my tail aside and take me right here? Another shiver, and I almost groan when I feel myself wink against my own tail. “Pr—” I cut myself off before I make that mistake again “C-celestia, why are you following me? Do you need to go as well? I don’t think I’d be able to... ‘go’ if you—”

“Don’t worry, Twilight,” she interrupts me, brushing my sides with a wing while she passes me and squeezes through the door that leads to her private bathroom. “I only wanted to make sure to grab some oil.” I must have a pretty incredulous look on my face because she giggles and says, “You yourself said that there are all kinds of oils for sensual massages, and I happen to have a collection of them.” She looks at a cabinet just inside the bathroom, which holds an impressive collection of oils, soaps, and perfumes and picks them up one by one. While she puts most of them back down, at least three of them float over to the bed and she almost makes no attempt to hide the fourth which she tucks under her wing. “Oh,” she exclaims, probably more to herself than to me, “And we shouldn’t forget some good preening oil, your wings could really use it.”

By the time she’s done, I feel full to bursting. After the Princess has squeezed out the door again, I quickly close it and sprint over to the porcelain throne, letting go of my bladder control the moment I reach it. It’s a huge relief, and without much else to focus on, my thoughts turn to the toilet itself. It’s actually kind of funny that they call it a throne, in the fact that it brings to mind a mental image of the Princess holding court while seated on this contraption... Maybe I’m just trying to distract myself from the looming idea that I’m about to have sex with the Princess... With Celestia. The mare of my dreams. Quite literally in many cases.

Will I be good enough? The question keeps replaying in my mind and even after I’ve cleaned myself up thoroughly (According to the ‘Aphrodius Guide to Intercourse’, poor hygiene can be one of the biggest turn-offs in the bedroom) I eye the shower, and fight with myself for over a minute about whether to use it. There’s clean and then there is clean, after all. After winning the argument (and also losing) by electing to shower afterwards, I find myself just standing there. Door handle in hoof, heart in throat. I know I should just go in and be myself. That’s what the Princess... That’s what Celestia would want, and yet... No, I can’t think like that. She wants me. Just the idea threatens to make me rush over to the shower after all. I haven’t moved, paralyzed by fear, compelled forward by lust, the two impulses warring in my mind. Only when the fear that I’m making her wait finally rivals the fear of messing up, do I swallow my heart and slowly open the door.

The room I step into is considerably brighter than the one I left. Over on the desk that the Princess uses for her more personal correspondence are a trio of scented candles. Stars only know where she was keeping those. The princess herself has taken off her Regalia and settled down on the bed, facing the door with a gentle smile that immediately puts part of my fears to rest. If only the rest was as easy to get rid of.

I take a deep breath, which incidentally clues me into the scents she’s chosen for her candles. Rose, said to have aphrodisiac effects on most ponies, a good choice for any romantic encounter. Jasmine, erotic, exotic, and supposed to help strengthen sexual relationships, though I think I would have preferred lime. And finally Lavender, said to soothe heart and mind, provide comfort, and nurture relationships...

It’s like each of them was selected knowing exactly how I would feel, and weak chuckle escapes me as I realise just how well the Princess knows me. How long has she had those candles ready and waiting for the moment when I would be ready? ‘Far too long’ wouldn’t be an unreasonable estimate. But she’s never really pushed for anything sexual before now.

Maybe she knew I wasn’t ready yet? Am I ready now? What if I can’t do it? What if I disappoint—

“Twilight.” Her voice makes my ears perk up and shakes loose the little pony on my shoulder whispering doubts into them. “Don’t just stand there,” she continues, that gentle smile conveying love in a subtle way I’ll never be able to replicate. “Come. Sit down.”

I do as instructed, making my way over to the bed and settling down next to my Princess, all the while wondering what, if anything, I’m supposed to do about my wings. I’ve managed to keep them against my sides so far, but the strain is starting to become uncomfortable. A second later, her lips graze the tip of my ear and it doesn’t matter anymore. A surge of excitement flows up from the deepest parts of my stomach and my wings spring open with an audible snap.

If she’s following the guidelines to optimal seduction techniques, Princess Celestia’s ministrations should move on to blowing into my ear. I shiver just thinking about it, but the expected breath doesn’t come.

Three seconds... six seconds... Seven... Eight... Nine...

I can’t stand waiting anymore, and look to my side to see what’s taking her so long. A shadow drifts across the far wall, but is gone as soon as I blink. Am I really so nervous that I’m jumping at shadows? Is Celestia toying with me? Has she been using magic this whole time? I look around for her, only to come face to face with an impish smile on the beautiful mare that is the Princess, and having my lips captured in a kiss that I lose myself in.

When the kiss ends, and I open my eyes again, she’s still smiling. It only fades briefly when her mouth moves to form words that barely register. “I love you.” Is what I think she says before leaning in to kiss me again. I don’t get a chance to close my eyes again to enjoy this one like I did the last however.

At the same time as our lips meet, her horn sparks and a tendril of her magic snakes through my still sensitive wings, making me gasp into her mouth. She plays me like a lute, seemingly knowing how I’ll react before I do. I should do something... I should return her advances in kind, if only because I don’t want to be selfish.

Magic. Magic is always the easiest solution.

Visualising her in my mind is almost too easy. From her magenta eyes which fill with love when she looks at me only, her smile, her wings, her rump... I should start there for maximum effect. Before my plan comes to fruition, or rather before I can even begin, she breaks the kiss and drags her tongue up my horn.

It’s electrifying and wet, and so, so hot. My spell sputters and fades into oblivion while I let out another shocked gasp. The sensation ends as soon as it begins and Celestia’s face once again becomes the center of my vision. “Oh no you don’t,” she whispers with a hunger in her eyes that I’ve never seen before. “Tonight, you are mine.” It’s a little frightening, but more than that... I... I want her to continue.

All I manage to do is swallow dryly and nod. Not much of an invitation, or even a reply, but she leans in for yet another kiss. It’s still as wonderful as the first, but then she pushes forward and I feel something poking against my lips. I’d never thought that kissing with tongues would be very interesting or even particularly pleasant, but with Celestia, it’s different. Much better than I expected for one thing. Her tongue plays with mine in a sensual dance, and she explores my mouth with gusto while I’m merely trying to come to grips with what she’s doing.

Just when I get enough presence of mind to both enjoy the kiss and analyze it, Celestia employs a new tactic. She pushes me onto my back and looms over me as some sort of angel. Another kiss on my lips, lasting for only a fraction of a second, which isn’t nearly long enough. I let out a pitiful whine. Incredibly embarrassing, but apparently exactly what she’s been waiting for. Her smile widens and she rains kisses down on my face, and slowly but surely moves down to my neck. She nibbles on the spot just above my jugular which sets my tail thrashing beneath her even while it leaves me breathless. But she doesn’t stop there. From my neck she moves down to my chest twirling my coat with her tongue, and then further down to my belly. Her kisses there make me feel butterflies in my stomach all over again. Weird. I’d thought I’d gotten past that stage. Apparently not.

When she finally reaches my teats, she lingers, mmm, suckling on them, which makes me moan in delight. I can’t help but imagine what it would be like if she could actually draw milk from suckling on them, leading to the realisation that I’d have to be pregnant for that to be possible. I look down to where she’s still servicing my teats and a pang of sadness hits me, knowing that if I were to have a child, it wouldn’t be hers. Unless...maybe there’s a spell...

And If there isn’t... there will be.

By now I’m so wet that my tail has all but soaked through. She has to be able to smell my excitement, even over the scented candles, but she gives no indication if that is the case. She finally moves on, and is getting close now, closer, closer... A disappointed moan escapes me when she skips right over my vagina and instead continues along my inner thighs. Her ears perk up at the sound of it, and she looks up at me with a coy smile. “Something wrong, Twilight?”

All I manage to get out is a strangled growl before she simply picks up where she left off, making me moan again. When she finally reaches the end of my leg and plants a kiss on the frog of my hoof, it twitches and I almost kick her square in face. Worry comes out of nowhere and I sit up straight. “Are you okay, Princess?” It turns out she moved her head to the side just in time to avoid the worst of it, but there’s still an angry, red stripe across her cheek which makes me feel terrible. “I’m so sorry, Princess, I couldn’t help it! It was just—”

The injury— If you could call it that—doesn’t even slow her down. She simply pushes me back down, and crawls over me to peck at my lips again.

“What did I tell you about using my name, Twilight?” she asks me with a sultry voice, almost making me forget why I was worried in the first place. I nod, stupefied. I should apologise. If anything, I would have guessed a kick to the face to kill the mood entirely, but the Prin— Celestia doesn’t seem to think so. She hovers over me for a moment, the gentle smile on her face almost making it seem like I didn’t hurt her. But I did.

“Princess... Celestia, please?” I plead with her. Somepony needs to take a look at that injury to see if it’s serious. This can all wait, the most important thing is that she’s alright.

She arches an eyebrow before absently touching her cheek with a hoof. “I’m fine, Twilight. Not that you aren’t incredibly cute when you worry like that, but there’s no need to.” I don’t know why, but for some reason it sounds embarrassing. I’m not cute. When I pout in response, she just laughs heartily and kisses me again. Next, she floats over a bottle and I can’t help but wonder which kind of oil it is. She nudges my muzzle with her own. “Roll over for me?”

There’s a moment of rest while I roll over onto my belly. No teasing, no sound beyond the rustling of the sheets, and somehow it only makes me more aware of how worked up I am. I’m trembling. Waiting for the next touch. Waiting to see what she’ll do to me next, where she’ll touch me. Even though I should have expected it, the cool oil on my back still takes me by surprise, and I let out a thoroughly embarrassing squeak. At least I didn’t hit her with my wings as well.

The unpleasant sensation last for a fraction of a second before it becomes pure bliss. The Princess’ hooves are softer than they have any right to be, and slowly begin kneading my back, undoing knots and occasionally pressing into them in that deliciously painful way that only massages are allowed to get away with. I bury my face in the bedding and groan. It’s torture, feeling this hot and bothered when your special somepony doesn’t seem to want to acknowledge it. At least the massage gives me something to occupy my thoughts.

She works in silence, and apart from wondering when she would have had the time to learn massage techniques (Then again, for all I know she helped develop those techniques. Just imagine, an infinite amount of time to study.) I wonder if perhaps I misunderstood her question. Certainly the level of intimacy was more than anything we've ever done before, and for a moment it really felt like the foreplay I've read about, even if she hasn’t done anything overtly sexual yet. So either foreplay is enough to satisfy her, or this isn’t foreplay, yet? Is there such a thing as pre-foreplay?

I could have also made her worry about me. Good going, Twilight. Even with something that should be so simple you manage to mess things up. When she scoots up a little and drapes a wing over the part of me she's not touching with her hooves, the feeling only becomes more real. It’s a gesture meant to comfort. Why would she do that if not because I’ve ruined things?

It’s like she sees me as a little filly again, scared of everything that’s happening. Perhaps, to her, I am. That train of thought carries me while her hooves softly roam around on my back. It would make sense. I dreaded intimacy with her, mostly because I was all but certain I would find a way to mess it up somehow. And now I have. That has to be why she stopped. The thought makes part of me want to scream at her to continue, and another part of me wants to cry about another failure. I comfort myself with the idea that I got to feel some of it at least.

Only... Her hooves don’t stop where a normal massage does. Instead, they wander down past my hock, and she caringly begins stroking my cutie marks. It feels nice in more ways than one, and when she kisses my hock and moves her hooves further down, my body makes a decision without me. My back arches and my tail lifts high enough that it would be on my back were the Princess not in the way, meaning that she's wearing my juices soaked tail as a makeshift hat.

Is it possible to die of embarrassment and arousal at the same time?

She doesn't seem to think so. I can feel her hot breath on my outer lips.

"Gorgeous."

Oh stars why does that turn me on so much? Hmmm... Any reply I could have conjured disappears into a half-lost moan when she plants a kiss on the incredibly sensitive spot that is my clitoris.

With a swift kiss to the base of my tail, she moves her hooves from my flanks to right beside my vagina and spreads my cheeks. Her hot breath on my nether lips makes me wink again and I’m all but certain I’m leaking onto the bedsheets at this point. She takes care of that a second later. Oh. Her tongue feels rough and warm against my outer lips and she carefully laps up said juices. Her lavish attentions take my breath away and leaves me panting, but even now, she’s doing little more than teasing.

I look back at her with a frustrated huff when she backs away from the center of my vagina for the umphteend time in a row. It takes her a moment to realise I’m even looking at her, busy as she is with turning me into a pony-shaped puddle of need and desire. When she finally does, she smiles brightly, her muzzle dripping with my juices.

It feels like she’s taunting me with it. Like she’s asking me: ‘What’s wrong, Twilight? Don’t you like what I’m doing to you?’ without actually saying anything. Before I can even begin to form any sort of reply to the unspoken question, however, she dives back in and my world shrinks to just what she’s doing to me once again.

Maintaining a sense of time is all but impossible given the stimulation. Still, it has to have been at least a good half hour before the familiar coil of tension in my heart that signifies an impending climax reaches a plateau. “Unghfff... Oh gosh Celestia~” I cry out, trying to give voice to the mounting pleasure she’s subjecting me to. I can’t take much more, and yet, the licking and nosing she’s doing at the edges of my vagina... the word feels so clinical... like, ooooh, there is any kind of propriety left when the Princess herself in snout deep in my, my... well, my pussy! Ha, there, I saaaa~ “please don't stop!” My exclamation has an immediate effect, though not at all the effect I was hoping for. From one moment to the next, her touch disappears from my nethers and she crawls up the bed next to me, giving me a deep, tongue-filled kiss in which I can taste my own juices.

They are just a little on the sweet side, and I briefly smile to myself. Turns out that book talking about fruit having that effect on orgasmic juices was right. My self-congratulatory mood doesn’t last for longer than those few seconds, though. I still have a marefriend to glare at for bringing me to the edge and then leaving me hanging on the edge. I know that she enjoys teasing ponies, especially me, but she’s never struck me as cruel. Until now that is.

“Celestia, please?” My voice is little more than a hoarse whisper, likely due to all of the strain my body is under. I’m quivering, winking rapidly, and she has stimulated my pussy enough that even the cool air of the room on my vaginal walls is unbearably arousing. Still not enough to bring me to climax, however.

When she doesn’t move, I roll over onto my back, trying very selfishly to get a hoof in between my lips so that I can at least reach that peak she’s dangling in front of me. Her magic stops me, holding my hooves still in the air while she licks me from chin to ear, and whispers: “Patience, my love.”

More than the teasing, more than the sexual frustration I’m currently dealing with, more than even my private insecurities; her words make my heart overflow with love for her. Love for this perfect mare that somehow deigned to accept my nervous admission of love, and has shown me nothing but. It makes me want to hold her tight, and give her the same pleasure she’s given me a thousand times over.

She told me that she wanted to make love to me, however, and she’s made it clear that she doesn’t want me to return the favor. At least not yet. So I will do the only other thing I can think of, and let her do whatever she wants to me. The only question is how much more teasing I can take before I go mad with lust, but for the love of my life, I'm willing to give it my all.

Yet for all of my resolve, I can't help but squirm. Celestia takes her sweet time, spending what feels like an eternity nuzzling and kissing me while her magic once again plays with my wings. The sensations keep me close to the edge, meaning that I'm a little more than a moaning, quivering mess. When she finally moves back to my clenching, aching, wet, hole; I can’t wait anymore, and frantically try to move my labia towards her mouth. She plunges her tongue as deep inside of me as she can go, humming to add vibration to the list of wonderful sensations, and I get the release I'm looking for at long last.

Somepony whinnies, and I realise that it’s me, cumming harder than I've ever done before. My vision goes white, my wings fruitlessly flap against the bed, my pussy walls seize up like a vice and trap Celestia's tongue within them, while my entire body is wracked by wave upon wave of indescribable pleasure. And my lover doesn't let up. She continues to hum and move her tongue inside of me, extending the pleasure until part of me is afraid that I might not ever come out of it.

When my climax finally ends, I'm a shivering, mmm, exhausted, pleased, wreck of a mare. I’m panting from the exertions my body was put through and smiling like a maniac. Even my mind is fuzzy, and doesn't recognise complex ideas such as fear, something that my love seems to be well aware of. She crawls back up on the bed, looking as though she's just taken a shower in my juices, and I can't tell if she's ever looked more beautiful.

"Did you enjoy that, my Twilight?" She asks with a naughty smile, apparently not in the least bit bothered that she's wearing more of my marecum than the bed is.

I grin stupidly in turn. "Love you." Only after a moment do I realise that I'm the one saying those words in between my panting for breath, and it only makes me happier knowing that I've managed to say the most important words ever.

“I love you too, Twilight,” she replies, drawing me against herself with her hooves while her magic picks up a bottle. I vaguely remember talking about having grown last month, but despite that, my love is still much bigger than I am. She curls herself around me and all I can think of is how safe and loved I feel right now. I nuzzle into her coat as best I can while she unfurls one of my wings and pours the liquid from the bottle all over it. It is cool to the touch and I would’ve shivered if it weren’t for my love’s warm coat surrounding me. Gently, she spreads the liquid—oil, my brain helpfully supplies— out over my wing. I nod to myself. She talked about my wings needing oil before. She always has my best interests at heart, so I simply sigh and rub my cheek against her chest.

She works slowly, almost reverently. Each feather receives her individual attention and is put back in place before she moves on to the next one. It’s the most loving thing I’ve experienced. I think. While she works on the rest of my wing, my mind has all the time in the world to restart. When I realise just how much like a complete idiot I must have behaved for the last couple of minutes, my cheeks burn with shame, but even my mind can’t take away the feeling of safety that her presence provides me with, so I simply press my cheek into her chest a little harder and let the shame drain away.

“How was that for your first time, Twilight?” She asks softly while her hooves and magic continue to spread the oil around my left wing. I can’t help but smile some more. I could listen to her talk for hours and never get bored. Only when the meaning of her words registers do I move, tearing myself away from her so that I can look up at her eyes.

They’re deep magenta pools of love, and I almost forget the words I was going to form into a sentence. “Good? Great? Wonderful?” I shake my head softly and lean back against her. Maybe that’ll help me keep my thoughts in the order they were meant to be in. “How did you know?”

“Because I know you, Twilight.” I can feel the vibrations of her voice in her chest while she talks. “You didn’t want me to know because you were afraid that I would think less of you.”

I nod. A little morosely. I did want her to know, didn’t I? “How did you know that?” I was right. She knows what I’m going to do before I do.

Her hooves come to a halt, and I can feel her muzzle against the back of my head. She places a kiss next to my horn and breathes; “Because I know you,” into my ear, making it flick.

“I didn’t do anything for you,” I reply, at a loss for some way to reply.

“And you’re disappointed in yourself?” she asks, going back to her gentle rubbing of my wing.

I simply nod.

“Don’t be. I’m honored that you would give your virginity to me, and tonight was all about you.” She kisses the base of my horn again, and when I look up she smiles and kisses me on the lips before continuing. “And besides, I liked seeing you scream for more like a mare in heat.”

The blush that sentence brings reaches all the way to my ears, while I consider just how... exposed I was to her. How much she’s seen of me. And the next instant, I realise it doesn’t really matter. I’d bare all of myself for her any time. That’s what you do for your special somepony, isn’t it? I nod to myself once more and reply, “I liked showing you.” It’s little more than an embarrassed whisper, but it seems she’s heard regardless.

With a small laugh she nuzzles one of my ears. “If you still feel bad about not doing anything, though, you could always make it up to me next time.” I find myself nodding sluggishly. Only now do I feel how tired I really am. I guess climaxing like that really takes it out of a mare, and the way she’s lovingly stroking my wings isn’t helping me any.

“I’ll surprise you,” I softly whisper to her before yawning. “I’ll think of something so amazing you won’t even see it coming.”

Another nuzzle, another kiss, the continued pleasant sensation of hooves running through my plumage... All I can think of, is how wonderful she is, and how exhausting sex is. My eyes flutter closed and I scarcely hear her reply.

“I’m already looking forward to it, my love.”

Author's Notes:

Alternate title for this chapter is: Overeager Princess