> Twilight's Secret, Celestia's Obsession
>  by The Dungeon Maestro
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> Chapter 1: Pretty Pony Princess Super Secret Slumber Party
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	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.

> Chapter 2: Memories Both Old and New
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	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.

> Chapter 3: Bathtime Confessions.
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	When Twilight dashed into the bathroom, she came face to flank with Celestia’s curvaceous rear, as the elder alicorn was currently bent over drawing the two of them a bath. Stopping dead in her tracks, Twilight’s eyes grew as wide as saucers. Although she had done far, far more than just stare last night, she still hadn’t grown accustomed to being able to openly admire Celestia’s figure. And her figure was definitely worthy of plenty of admiration. Finally taking notice of her bathroom guest after making sure the warm water was on its way to filling the tub, Celestia casually looked over her shoulder at Twilight.

“See something you like?” Twilight was about to respond, when Celestia casually flicked her tail back and forth, intentionally giving Twilight quite the view. Her face growing heated, Twilight frantically looked away, and had to stifle a moan when she felt a small amount of pre-cum be forced out of her rock hard cock to splat wetly on the floor. Celestia giggled at the sight and sound, then stepped into the stone tub and began to make herself comfortable as the water steadily rose.

It was at this time that Twilight managed to rip her eyes away from the avatar of perfect feminine beauty before her and got a look at Celestia’s private bathroom. The room was quite large, with a magnificently-crafted sink and washbasin with an accompanying toilet that, to Twilight’s disappointment, was not actually made of solid gold, but what dominated the room was a giant stone ‘bathtub,” and that word could only be applied loosely. More akin to a small pool, the tub could easily fit five or six ponies of normal size comfortably. The water was poured in from a series of openings along the comfortable-looking ledge that was obviously meant to be sat on, while directly above the tub was a stone faucet amazingly carved to resemble a stylized sun. Finally finding something to distract herself from her raging hard-on, Twilight knelt down to examine the exquisite stonework.
 
“Wow,” she breathed, “Now this is what I call a bathtub. But… the stonework doesn’t look pony, or even gryphon, and it definitely can’t be the Old Equestrian style brought from the Ancient Fatherland during the Great Exodus. The castle’s way too new for that.”

“You definitely have the scholar’s eye, my love,” Celestia responded with a smile, and Twilight blushed from the use of that unexpected nomenclature. “You’re correct in your assumptions, as no race you just mentioned could possibly match this level of stonework, nor could anyone still alive today probably.” Twilight waited patiently for Celestia to elaborate further, the ways of the faithful student still rather strong in her. “As I’m sure you know, this particular castle was commissioned in the year 7 AB, and this, along with the castle dungeons, were crafted by the finest stonemasons of the race most talented in that field in all of Equis, though it was rather hard for them to craft something intended for such ‘shortlings.’” Celestia chuckled the last part.

“Soooo… who was it?” Twilight’s rather expansive mind was drawing a blank.

“Oh come now, Twilight. You don’t think I’ll give you all the answers, do you?”

“W-wait… is this a pop quiz on ancient stone masonry?” Twilight could feel a creeping sense of dread in her stomach.

Celestia just gave her a flat look…

“O-oh, right” Twilight chuckled nervously.

“Just think about it, it’ll come to you,” Celestia said reassuringly. Twilight bent her considerable mental prowess towards this one goal, and looked like she was thinking so hard Celestia was afraid smoke would start shooting out of her ears. Suddenly it hit her…

‘Scholar’s eye…’

‘Alive today…’

‘Shortlings’

“Cyclopean!” Twilight shouted after a moment, with such fervour she nearly startled her lover, “It’s cyclopean!… R-right?” she added nervously.

“Oh, Twilight,” Celestia chuckled, “Still so desperate for my approval. Yes, it’s cyclopean,” Celestia then became a bit more somber, breaking eye contact and losing her earlier mirth. After a moment of silence, she added “… I had some friends in Ghol-Gan, you know… before the Time of Troubles. They were a proud, noble people once: a race of builders, craftsmen, warriors, and scholars. But now all that is gone, subsumed beneath the rage, the hunger…”

Twilight didn’t really know what to say to that. She hated seeing Celestia sad, but what could she say to someone who had seen the rise and fall of empires, the births and subsequent deaths of millions? But it was hard to concentrate on all that when her cock was throbbing painfully with need. Somehow she didn’t think saying ‘sorry to hear that, but I bet sucking some dick will make you feel better!’ would go over very well. Then again, Celestia had been throwing her some curve balls lately, so who knows? Maybe—

Twilight stopped short of actually slapping herself. She could never say that! Let alone to the Princess! She had to do something to get her mind off her dick. Something, anything—

“Are you going to join me? Or do you find staring at your penis to be amazingly conducive to the hygiene process?” Celestia chuckled out loud, even more so when Twilight nearly blanched in horror at those words. Then, with her own blush, she added “… Though I must admit, it is rather nice to stare at…”

“R-right, bath… That is why we’re in here, right?” Twilight tried chuckling, but it came out a bit too forcefully.

“Twilight, please relax. It’s okay, it really is… though if… if you’d rather do it alone, then—”

“NO!” Something about the sadness in Celestia’s voice snapped Twilight out of her daze. Remembering the calming technique Cadence taught her, she breathed in and brought her hand to her chest, before breathing out and pushing her hand away. Feeling the anxiety melt out of her body, Twilight smiled at Celestia and took a seat in the tub opposite her. They were close enough for it to be intimate, yet far enough away to be comfortable and not squashed in. The water level steadily rose until it was at around Twilight’s shoulders, while for Celestia it was just enough to cover her nipples. Then, when Twilight thought the tub would overflow, the water flow immediately ceased, somehow sensing that it was full, as if by magic, which it probably was. The water was at that perfect level of warmth that it seemed to ease every part of her body, soothing her surprisingly sore muscles as what was left of her anxiety simply flowed out of her along with the tension.

Apparently, the ancient Cyclopses really knew their indoor plumbing.

“See? Doesn’t it feel lovely?” Celestia said, relaxing in the water with a particularly sensual moan, causing Twilight to blush slightly.

“Y-yeah… it really is…” Twilight’s stutter was not, in this case, caused by anxiety, as per the usual, but instead by the fact that she was so completely relaxed that her brain was having trouble forming coherent sentences. The complete and total relaxation of every muscle in her body was not actually that complete and total, though, as her dick was still as hard as the stone she sat on. Thankfully, she was so comfortable that she was able to forget, if even for a moment, how much she wanted to plow her teacher right then.

After the novelty of watery bliss slowly began to recede, Twilight’s brain was again able to gain a firm grasp of the Equestrian language, and thought of a rather pertinent question to pose to her bathmate. “So, um… now what?”

“Now, my dear,” Celestia began whilst closing her eyes and resting her arms on the edge of the tub, “we simply relax until a point at which we deem suitable to begin actual bathing.”

“B-but we don’t want to be late, or Luna might—”

“Twilight,” she said, both reassuringly but with a hint of sternness, “Everything will be fine. The world won’t implode if we’re a few minutes late to breakfast.” Twilight gave her a look that seemed to say ‘are you sure?’ but thought better than to say anything.
 
“So, um…” Twilight began, attempting to make small talk and distract herself from the ever-present erection bobbing in the water before her, “I was trying to, you know, not listen to your conversation with Luna, but I still caught snippets, which I totally didn’t mean to! But… I heard something about your father. What was that about?”

“Well” Celestia said somewhat reluctantly, sensing where the conversation was going and definitely not liking said direction, “I was just making Luna swear to not tell anypony about our… relationship.” Celestia said the word ‘relationship’ with a certain air about it, which was intentional, as she hoped she could distract Twilight from her current conversational path by bringing up their forbidden affair and all that.
 
“Sooo…” Twilight started, about to ask a question that had been gnawing at her since foalhood, “If you don’t mind me asking, what were your parents like? You never talk about them. I mean, you didn’t just pop out of the ground!” she chuckled goodnaturedly. “… um, did you?”

Much to Celestia’s chagrin, Twilight proved to be an intellectual bloodhound, and had completely disregarded her vocal ploy. It seemed she had caught the scent of a potential mystery, and would hound Celestia until she got a satisfying resolution. Of course she should’ve known how relentlessly inquisitive Twilight could be; it was one of the things she loved about her. She contemplated saying she did mind, but when she imagined the look of hurt on Twilight’s face, it felt like a dagger to the heart. With a sigh, Celestia resolved to tell her new lover a secret that had been kept hidden since the dawn of their nation.

“Twilight, do you know the story Children of the Sun and Moon?”

“Of course I know that story!” Twilight chuckled. “It was my favourite growing up. I used to have my mom read it to me every night.”

“Why… Why don’t you tell me about it?” Celestia said, her voice sounding detached and wistful, while her expression was somber.

“Seriously? Don’t you, like, know it by heart by now?”

“Just humour me, Twilight,” Celestia said again in that somber tone.

“Well,” Twilight began, remembering the tale well, “It’s about where you and Luna supposedly came from. About how a simple earth pony couple, who could not sire children no matter how hard they tried, prayed to the Old Gods for a miracle. The Old Gods listened to their plea, and took pity on the humble lovers. Yog-Sronok, God of Time and Space, gathered up stardust and sunbeams from the cosmos, and took them to Azrinoth, the Blind Smith-God, who forged the ephemeral mists into the shapes of two little foals. Shub-Noggra, Goddess of Birth, breathed life into the foal-shapes, while Nyarlatopa, God of Knowledge, wrote down the secrets of love and happiness onto scrolls made of rainbows, and placed them inside the hearts of the foals, so that they would always know the magic of friendship and harmony. And so the Old Gods gifted these two foals, who bore both horns and wings, to the earth pony lovers, not as just a gift to them, but to all the world, to spread love and joy forever…”

Twilight finished her recitation with a dreamy look, before coughing and realizing where she was. “As I said, I really liked it. Of course, now that I’m older, I can see that it’s heavily allegorical. Though, you know, a lot of ponies said the story of Nightmare Moon was just an old mare’s tale, and look what happened to that. Although I guess you’re going to tell me if it’s true or not.”

Celestia’s smile was a genuine one when she responded, though tinged with something Twilight couldn’t quite put her finger on. “I’m impressed that you remembered all the names. Most ponies these days don’t even know who the Old Gods were, and when told, they often find the names dreadfully silly. But that was what we believed in back then…” Celestia trailed off, looking wistful again. “Oh, but anyways, I’m glad you liked it. I was always concerned that my older literary works couldn’t stand up to modern scrutiny.”

“Wait… What?” Twilight was momentarily confused, but slowly began to put two and two together.

“Oh, yeah, it’s total bunk. I made it up! Never happened.”

Twilight was flabbergasted. “W-why?!”

“Well, Twilight, a famous pony once said ‘A lie told often enough becomes the truth,’ and a heartening lie about love and joy was far more preferable to the twisted reality that was the actual truth. I decided to start circulating that particular tale about a century after Luna was born, and I had assumed the throne. A new generation of ponies was taking shape, and I wanted to… erase the stain of where Luna and I really came from.”

“Stain? What do you mean stain?” Twilight was even more confused. How could anything that could give rise to the most beautiful and perfect pony in existence possibly be referred to as a ‘stain’?”

“Twilight, what do you know of Equestrian history after the Unification Treaty, but before the beginning of my reign?”

“Well, that’s easy, I…” Twilight’s voice died in her throat when she made the cold realization that she didn’t know anything about that period of history. She tried to think of any textbook or historical record that even mentioned anything in passing, yet she drew a complete blank. Sure, she knew a lot about the discovery of the Equestrian continent: how the pegasi flew across the Sea of Ghosts, how the earth ponies followed in primitive sailing ships, and even how the unicorns traveled across the polar ice-caps to reach their new home. She knew about the ensuing war that followed, about the end of the war and the Unification Treaty. She knew about the reorganization of the Tribes’ territory into the Thanelands, and even the modification of ancient tribal custom that would become the basis of the modern Equestrian legal system. She knew everything up until about two centuries after the founding of Equestria, but then, it seemed like nothing of importance had happened at all for the next four hundred years, which was blatantly impossible.

And the worst part was, she had never even noticed before…

Celestia gave that same oddly warm smile at her lover’s utter confusion, as Twilight tried to work her brain into coming up with an answer, only to just keep opening and closing her mouth like a fish. “Can’t think of anything, can you?”

“But… I… H-how?” she finally managed to croak out.

Celestia stared into the swirling water in front of her, her expression unreadable. “The hard part wasn’t getting ponies to forget. It was making sure they couldn’t remember.”

“B-but… What… What does that—”

“Magic can do a lot, Twilight.” Celestia cut her off. “I’m sure you know that more than any other pony. You’ve seen magic banish kingdoms, petrify gods, you’ve even seen with your own eyes how it can warp the very flow of time itself.”

“A-are you saying… that y-you erased that period from history?” was Twilight’s fearful response. For a moment she felt like nothing more than a foal, staring up at a godlike colossus whose breath could wipe away cities and whose hands could carve mountains.

When Celestia heard her, she laughed. A genuine, mirth-filled laugh, that both comforted Twilight in its familiarity, yet disturbed her with how completely out of place it was.

“Oh Twilight, don’t be silly!” she laughed. “I would never do anything so drastic. I’m not even sure that is entirely possible! No, I did something much more… quiet, more subtle. Other than the magical effort involved in simultaneously destroying every written record of four centuries worth of history and weaving an incredibly powerful perception filtering enchantment that could last a dozen millennia, it was rather easy. In an age without a standardized education system, it’s rather simple to make sure no accounts of what happened pass between generations, especially when the events of those same four centuries particularly thinned Equestria’s population. Add to that that those who did know also wanted to forget themselves, many jumped at the chance when I offered them a respite from those troubling memories. Those that refused, well, they were already at death’s door, being so old, I didn’t have to wait long until any record of the darkest days in Equestrian history simply faded from living memory. The only record that still remains lives on only through me, and what I’ve told Luna… and I suppose, you. I hope you understand that anything I tell you can’t leave this room, and the amount of trust and respect I have for you in that I’m telling you any of this at all.”

“What… What happened?” Twilight was starting to think that she didn’t want to know the answer to that question. ‘Darkest days in Equestrian history’ didn’t exactly make for a relaxing bath. But… a part of her needed to know. To know what could have possibly caused a pony who had always championed the cause of knowledge and learning to intentionally erase almost a dozen generations worth of history. And most of all, she needed to know how Celestia fit into this. From what ‘stain’ had she and Luna originated from?

“Well, my faithful student, it is a long and complicated story,” Celestia began, settling in for a long discussion. “You must remember that even after the treaty that ended the conflict between the Three Tribes and founded a united nation, the land was still quite fractious and disorganized. Though Equestria existed on paper, and was partially administered through the Landsmeet, the closest thing to a modern parliament we had, in practice, the ruling of the land still fell to the various Thanes of the Three Tribes. Each Thane was mostly free to rule his Steading as he saw fit, but they also gravitated towards each other to form power blocs so as to better influence the decisions of the Landsmeet. Each power bloc was always made up of the same species of pony, as inter-tribal tensions were still high. Basically, though Equestria was a single nation, in truth it was made up of three separate unions: in essence, the Three Tribes of Old, just no longer in direct conflict with each other.” Suddenly, Celestia’s expression morphed from one of gentle lecturing to that of disgust. “That was of course until she showed up.”

“W-Who?” Twilight was rather disturbed by her alabaster lover’s sudden change in tone. Celestia stared directly into Twilight’s eyes as she answered, her expression both eerily calm yet filled with thinly veiled hatred, not at Twilight, but at whomever she was cryptically referring to.

“My mother, Azrah.”

“Azrah? That’s—”

“A strange name?” Celestia accurately guessed. “You have to remember, Twilight, that pony names two thousand years ago were quite different than they are now. Even the names of our nation’s founders: Platinum, Hurricane, and Pudding-head, were all modern inventions given to them to make the characters more relatable to modern audiences. Rather than names like ‘Steel Wing,’ ‘Red Rose,’ or ‘Dusk Shine,’ names like ‘Olfrid,’ ‘Brunnar,’ ‘Golamet,’ or ‘Bannthor’ were more common. Sure they sound strange and even silly to modern ears, but many things change with the times. Back then, ‘Twilight Sparkle’ would have sounded beyond silly. You might as well have been named ‘Chair’ or ‘Butter Knife’!” Celestia actually giggled at that, injecting some levity into what up until then had been a particularly somber and even disturbing conversation.

Twilight herself smiled and giggled at the image, glad at the change in mood. In a mock tone of seriousness, she said “Greetings be to you, my name is Sir Toaster of Clan Dining Table. From whence you hail, stranger?” Celestia burst out laughing at this, and responded with her own impressions.

“What do you mean it’s a strange name? No stranger than my uncle Foot Stool and his wife Lady Hat!” At this they both laughed, and it took a good moment for their humour to die down. Celestia sighed, and once again her expression became somber and even a tad mournful. “Do we really need to continue talking about my mother?” she asked, not even making eye contact with Twilight.

“Well, um, it’d be nice…” Twilight said slowly with a sheepish smile, hoping not to offend her lover. Celestia sighed again and continued her tale.

“To this day I still have no idea where she came from. She just sort of appeared as a minor courtier amidst the court of Thane Brylig of Thogistok, which at the time was the most prosperous of the unicorn steadings, inhabiting the land that is now the Canterlot valley, Ponyville included. There were no records of her birth or a granting of noble title. According to what I’ve read, one day she was simply there, when the day before she was not. But just because she had not been there long did not mean her rise to power was anything short of meteoric. Through a campaign of bribery, blackmail, and plenty of ‘accidental deaths,’ Azrah rose to the position of Brylig’s most trusted advisor in only a few short months. She fed Brylig’s paranoia through blaming his other advisors for her own treachery, her words like poison in his ear. It was not long before most of them met the headsman’s axe.” Twilight winced at that last part, but let Celestia continue.

“Only six months after her arrival, Azrah had convinced Brylig that his wife was plotting with the Thane of a nearby steading to assassinate him. Well, it’s kind of obvious where that went, but even more sickening was that Azrah managed to whip him into such a frenzy that, at her request, he ordered the execution of his own children as well.” Celestia paused for a moment, and her look grew distant. “They were only five and six years old.”

At Twilight’s look of utter horror, Celestia said somewhat sarcastically. “If you haven’t realized yet, my mother was an absolute monster.”

“Y-yeah I-I kinda guessed…”

“Oh, it gets better. Only a few weeks after that, Brylig died from an apparent poisoning. His body was barely even cold when Azrah produced a legal document apparently signed by Brylig himself that named her the new Thane. The fact that nopony seemed to even question either the document’s legitimacy or even that it was painfully obvious that Azrah was behind all of it is just, well, mindboggling. I can only assume she had used her quite considerable magical prowess to charm the rest of the court into believing she could do no wrong. As soon as she took power, she swiftly crushed any and all dissent within Thogistok. Even if a pony had yet to even think anything negative about Azrah, she had them killed if she thought they could pose a threat, whether then or in the future. After that, it was only a matter of time before she turned her eyes outwards.

“Only three months after she became Thane, Azrah commanded the clan-warriors of Thogistok to invade the nearby steading of Olpand, even though such an act violated the Treaty of Verxis. But of course the clan elders, just like almost all the ponies within Azrah’s grasp, were putty in her hands at that point. It was a slaughter. Olpand fell in a month and five days, with horrendous casualties for the Olpanders. Thus began a string of increasingly bloody conquests against the other unicorn steadings, which were as brutal as they were short-lived. Each steading was bowled over in mere weeks, whatever resistance they put up was no match for Azrah’s magically augmented legions. The pegasus and earth pony Thanes saw no reason to interfere though, for a spat amongst unicorns was no business of there’s, and they foolishly believed it would sort itself out, which basically meant they didn’t care. It didn’t matter to them that unicorns were dying in the thousands, after all, that just meant less of the ‘horn-heads’ to deal with. It was only after the last of the unicorn steadings fell to Azrah’s forces that they finally took the blinders off and realized that it wasn’t likely that Azrah would stop with just ruling the unicorns. Needless to say, they were right.

“Astonishingly, Azrah’s war with the other tribes lasted even less time than her conquest of the unicorns. She was an extremely powerful sorceress, probably the most powerful unicorn mage to ever live.” Celestia blushed for a moment and corrected herself. “Well, other than you of course, Twilight. But my point is that it wasn’t until she turned her eyes towards the other tribes that Azrah’s true mastery of magic began to show. The pegasi and earth ponies raised a great army to combat Azrah’s growing empire, and foolishly they thought that combined her unicorn magic was no match for pegasus arrows or earth pony steel. This grand army marched all the way to the edge of unicorn land, but never made it any further. When they camped at the border, a great storm of thunder, lightening, and fire rained from the sky, annihilating the pegasus and earth pony forces entirely. The next day, Azrah delivered an ultimatum to all the other Thanes not already under her command: capitulate, or face complete destruction. To ensure they knew she wasn’t bluffing, she commanded a great miasma of toxic, life-draining fog to envelop the city of Ranicross, slaying every living thing inside the city walls in a single night. In a remarkable display of ‘courage,’ the remaining Thanes’ next move was to soil themselves, regroup, and come up with a new plan, that plan being made up principally of ‘doing whatever the fuck Azrah tells us too.’” Just as she finished that particularly spite-filled sentence, Celestia noticed the odd way Twilight was looking at her. “What?”

“Nothing, just… I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.” Twilight said sheepishly. “It just somehow sounds wrong, coming from you. Your voice is far too… perfect to… to be sullied like that.” She finished with her cheeks stained a deep crimson.

Celestia, for her part, blushed as well, as compliments from her lavender beloved tended to make her do. “You… like my voice?” Somehow a part of her was still surprised that Twilight liked anything about her at all. “I-I’ll try to refrain from talking dirty around you in the future, Twilight.”

“W-Well you can still, you know, talk dirty when… when we’re, u-umm… in bed,” Twilight said the last two words barely more than a whisper. The relative volume level, however, didn’t matter for Celestia’s supernaturally keen alicorn senses, and upon hearing that she turned a rather un-princessly shade of embarrassed red. But then she smiled upon realizing this could work in her favour.

“I’ll remember that the next time I’m screaming your name.” Celestia said with a sultry smile and a wink, causing Twilight to blush so hard that Celestia thought her nose might start bleeding. Upon noticing her reaction, Celestia backtracked a bit and quickly said “S-Sorry if I’m going a bit fast, I’ve just… I’ve just wanted this to happen for so long now.”

“Which one, the retelling your origin thing or the sex?”

… All Twilight received in response to that was an arched brow and a look that screamed of ‘seriously?’.

“R-Right” Twilight coughed a bit, but then smiled herself when it was her turn to realize that two could play at this game. “Well you’re not the one who’s been jerking off to thoughts of me for nearly a decade. Remember that one summer when you came with my family to our beach house and you wore that skimpy yellow two-piece? I nearly rubbed myself raw after that and none of that sounded how I wanted it to, did it?” Twilight said after realizing mid-sentence that the title of Master Masterbater wasn’t usually something to brag about. “A-Anyways, umm, story?” She asked, hoping to dissuade any more conversation about her uncontested championship in the singles division of the Sexlympics, if such a thing were to exist in the first place.

“Oh, right.” Celestia sounded rather disappointed. Were the memories of her mother that painful for her? ‘Well the murdering children thing was kind of a red flag,’ Twilight thought, ‘but it’s not like she actually abused her or something like that, right?’ Little did Twilight know how prophetic those thoughts would be…

“Well, once the other Thanes bent their knees to Azrah, a dark shadow enveloped Equestria. Under her rule, taxes were quadrupled, public displays of painful execution and even torture became commonplace, and disease and deprivation stalked the land like twin beasts of destruction. During her conquests, she made great use of conjured fiends and several cohorts of dark fey from the Everfree, and once her rule was uncontested she let them roam the land, raping, killing, and sowing unholy havoc as they saw fit. She brutally enslaved three tribes of cyclopses living in the Crystal Mountains and ordered them to build her a grand castle atop the tallest peak of the Unicorn Range, but not before putting out their eyes so they would be no threat to her. This great palace of slavery and the city around it she called Thronestep, and it was a grim monument to callous decadence and intolerable cruelty. She would send her demonic allies to round up peasants by the hundreds, for use in her unholy experiments and for her perverse desires. The streets of Thronestep would run red with the blood of innocents on a regular basis. Her dark reputation was so feared that none opposed her, and for nearly three centuries she ruled uncontested, having used dark magics to extend her life and youthfulness. If you thought Sombra was bad, Azrah made him look like Fluttershy.”

“Wow.” was Twilight’s response. ‘That’s saying something’.

“Yeah. Azrah was the very definition of the megalomaniacal tyrant; all that mattered was her, everyone and everything else were just playthings for her amusement, tools to be used and then discarded when their usefulness ended.” Celestia spat the words filled with hatred and bile, the intensity of the emotions and the quickness that she shifted from teasing her lover to reviling her own parent was somewhat shocking to Twilight. But then Celestia broke eye contact and looked away, her expression one of sorrow. “… In— Including me…” she said barely above a whisper.

“Were… Were you an accident?” Twilight guessed, full of trepidation. Twilight thought for a moment that the mask of Celestia of the Iron Sun had slipped for but a moment, revealing a scared and hurt little filly. That only made her want to rush over to and comfort her love, but she knew that the best course of action was to pretend she hadn’t seen anything at all.

At this Celestia snorted, the mask of hatred once more in place, as if it had never slipped in the first place. “If that were the case, Azrah would have smothered me at birth. No, if I was anything at all it was planned. Azrah decided that using conjured fiends or other monsters to do her dirty work wasn’t nearly as ‘efficient’ as she wanted it to be; demons and fey were too unpredictable, devils and undead too rigid and inflexible. So instead, she decided to create the perfect weapon, the perfect symbol of fear to cow her pitiful subjects into line. And what better way to prove your own deification then to create life itself? She devised a ritual, to turn an unborn foal into a soulless, nigh-unkillable monster. She would use her own body as the incubator for this ungodly horror, and—”

“Wait wait wait!” Twilight interrupted. “Are you telling me that you, Princess Celestia of Equestria, the closest thing to a living divine being in the world, the pinnacle of love and beauty in existence, started life as a magically bio-engineered assassin?!”

“Well, when you put it that way… Yes. Though I wouldn’t say ‘assassin,’ that implies a sense of training and respect. No, Azrah wanted me to be a sort of enforcer, a symbol of her rule and power, even a kind of boogeyman. ‘Don’t cross her ladyship, child, or she’ll send the Alicorn after you!’ and that sort of thing. Though of course, I didn’t turn out to be any of those things,” Celestia said once more with that sort of detached sorrow that, along with seething hatred, had typified this whole conversation.

“What were you then?” Twilight asked, and Celestia looked straight into her eyes.

“A disappointment. The ritual required a vast amount of magical energy. Azrah expended a literal fortune in reagents, from rare subterranean mana-crystals to the actual intact heart of an ancient dragon. But she also needed the literal essence of over a dozen pony slaves. That’s why I didn’t mention my father, Twilight, because I don’t know who he was. It could have been any one of the many nameless candidates, all of whom gave their lives during the ritual.”

“Wait, but Luna said ‘our father.’ Doesn’t that apply to both of you?”

“No, she meant her father. You know how she talks sometimes. She still hasn’t quite grasped the fact that we no longer use the royal ‘we.’ She actually knew her father, but I’ll get to that in a minute—”

“Wait just a sec,” Twilight interrupted once again. “Wouldn’t that make you and Luna only half-sisters?”

“That’s right, Twilight. And it would also technically make me a bastard, and before you can make any smart comments, I mean the fatherless kind,” Celestia huffed.

“And you said your father was one of the slaves who gave their lives during the ritual. Does that mean she…” Twilight intentionally trailed off, not wanting to have to finish that thought or she might die from a combination of shock and embarrassment. Celestia, it seemed, had no such compunction.

“She literally fucked them to death, yes. I am not exaggerating that even in the slightest.” She said matter-of-factly. Twilight for her part was starting to feel a strange and disturbing combination of disgust, arousal, and shame. “And after the expenditure of all that energy and resources,” Celestia continued, “as well as carrying me for six gruelling months, a fact that she never let me forget, mind you, I came out… wrong.”

Twilight cocked her head to the side in confusion. “How so?”

“I had a soul.”

“What do you mean by—”

“Remember when I said ‘soulless monster?’ I wasn’t exaggerating there either. The original ritual was intended to create what essentially amounted to an ‘empty vessel,’ a living construct which would be an extension of Azrah’s will. Well to be honest, I have been described before as both ‘empty’ and ‘living,’ but never ‘vessel’ or ‘construct.’”

“Wait, somepony called you ‘empty’ before?”

“It’s a long and complicated story. I’ll tell you later when I’m not already in the middle of another long and complicated story,” Celestia huffed bitterly. Twilight wilted at her tone, and Celestia quickly realized it wasn’t Twilight’s fault. “I’m… I’m sorry, Twilight. I shouldn’t take out my bitterness on you.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t realize how…” Twilight paused, searching for the right word, “painful your foalhood was. I guess I kind of just assumed it was all ‘sunshine and rainbows.’” Twilight chuckled. “But we can drop the subject if you want.”

“No no, I’ve already started.” Celestia said, both resigned but also reassured. “You deserve to hear the rest. And besides, I’m actually surprised at how… cathartic this has been so far. I’ve never really talked about it with anypony before, only Luna and…” Celestia caught herself before saying the rest, before sighing and looking away.

“Well, after I was born, I… Well, I’d like to point out even if my mother hadn’t been a megalomaniacal wizard-tyrant from the darkest pits of Tartarus, I still wouldn’t have had a normal foalhood.”

“Because you were born an alicorn?” Twilight ventured.

“Because I didn’t have one.”

Twilight blinked a few times. “You lost me.”

“Twilight, I…” Celestia sighed again. “It’s… complicated. I should have told you this when you first ascended, and I am sorry I didn’t. Alicorns are… artificial creatures. Sure we are intrinsically tied to particular aspects of the natural world: the sun, the moon, love, magic, but at the same time, it is a union that was forced. In essence, we are not born, we are created. You of course, were born a normal pony, and then ascended through your own power, and maybe…” Celestia coughed, “a little help from me. Luna and Cadence were born in I’d suppose you’d say a ‘normal’ fashion; they were conceived, carried, born, and raised like any normal foal, just with a bit of magical, um, ‘tampering’ during the conception process. I was… different. As the first alicorn there were certain factors that were not present in later ‘incarnations.’ I told you multiple stallions were involved in my own conception, that I gestated for only six months compared to twelve, but the most important part would be I guess…” Celestia seemed a bit nervous, as if what she was about to say would somehow change Twilight’s opinion of her. “I… I grew to maturity in four months.”
 
Twilight blinked.

Celestia chewed her lip.

Twilight blinked again.

Finally when the silence became unbearable, Twilight finally said something.

“Um… come again?”

“You heard me Twilight. Only four months after I was born I had grown to the point that I possessed the body and mind of a mare in her late teens. I said I didn’t have a foalhood because I had never really been a foal. Call it a peculiar side-effect of the Alicorn ritual, but that was the way it was.” Celestia paused for a moment, thinking of what to say next. “Does that… Does that make me some kind of freak?”

“Celestia,” Twilight said with a flat look, but her voice was filled with humour. “If I’m not a freak for having a giant dick, then you’re definitely not a freak for… well, that. And besides, if we are freaks, we can be freakish together!” Twilight finished with that sort of infectious cheer that always made Celestia smile, and this occasion was no different.

“Oh Twilight,” Celestia shook her head. “You always know what to say to cheer me up.”

“Huh, I guess Pinkie Pie’s rubbing off on me. If I ever start breaking the fourth wall, tell me and I’ll stop.” Twilight chuckled, and they both shared a good laugh. Then Celestia gave a sort of start.

“What is this ‘fourth wall?’ And why would you be breaking it?” Twilight gave her own start at this.

“You know…. I have absolutely no idea. It’s just something Pinkie says from time to time. But I learned a while ago to just not question things she does, or I might go mad just thinking about it.”

“Ah yes, the ‘Pinkie Sense’ incident,” Celestia said with a knowing smirk.

“Why must everything involving me always have to be called ‘an incident?’” Twilight said with the most adorable pout Celestia had ever seen.

“Because you’re a very interesting pony, Twilight, and the most interesting events are always ‘incidents.’” Celestia chuckled.

“I just wish they were more often less painful than that one. Good thing I was still under the royal health care plan. I don’t think Equestria Health would’ve covered all those broken bones.” Twilight half-shuddered/half-laughed at the memory of all the injuries she suffered when trying to apply logic to the innately illogical. Celestia though, only gave a token chuckle. Looking over at her lover, Twilight noticed a sort of pained and withdrawn look on Celestia’s face, as if she was remembering her own memory of discomfort or pain. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Startled from her unpleasant reverie, Celestia looked at Twilight with that mask of calm already in place. Unfortunately, Twilight had already learned to see through it. “Oh nothing… Nothing, Twilight. Just mentioning your injuries brought up some unpleasant correlations with what we were discussing prior to that. Nothing important, just some… less than wonderful memories.” Celestia looked away, but jumped slightly when she felt Twilight’s foot lovingly caress her calf through the water, as a sign of support.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Twilight said softly, trying to express her love, comfort, and concern for her mentor through her gaze and touch. Twilight had read enough novels and seen enough TV shows involving abusive family members to recognize the signs. She just never in a million years thought she’d be applying that logic to the mare in front of her.

Celestia swallowed uncomfortably, searching for the right words. After a lengthy pause, she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “She, Azrah, I-I mean… She… did things to me, Twilight. Terrible, terrible things. To her, I was not her daughter. I was a slave, no, less than a slave. To her, I was a tool, something to be used. Something to play with, a toy to be abused and then discarded when it was no longer amusing. If my mother was anything beyond a tyrant, a wizard, or a sociopath, she was a sadist. She thoroughly enjoyed taking the knife to my flesh, in dipping my horn in molten iron, in whipping me till my wings were pulped and my back naught but raw, bleeding muscle. The only reason these innumerable torments did not mar my flesh beyond recognition is because of an alicorn’s natural regenerative abilities. She could rip my still beating heart from my chest, and in only a few moments a new one would grow to take its place, something I know from experience. It m-made me the perfect outlet for her cruelty, something which she had p-plenty to give.” Celestia stuttered involuntarily, her voice wavering and weak.

Celestia was not used to such an outpouring of raw, painful emotion. No, hers was a life of masks and composure, dancing behind veils and hidden meanings, never revealing one’s true self. The fact that that was exactly what she was now doing shocked her somewhat. She had never revealed the cruelties Azrah had inflicted upon her to anyone before, save for two very special individuals: one who sat upon the throne of Equestria beside her, the other nearly fourteen centuries dead. But Twilight was… Twilight. The most special pony in the world, at least according to Celestia. She could tell her, couldn’t she?

Celestia waited for a response from Twilight, anything at all, but all she got was a look of shock. Celestia opened her mouth to say something, but before she could utter a single syllable, Twilight suddenly disappeared in a shower of magenta sparks. Just as suddenly she felt the rush of displaced water and the tingling of residual magic as she found a warm, impossibly soft body pressed up against her side, arms encircling her waist and a wing wrapping around her shoulders. Twilight nuzzled Celestia’s neck gently, before looking up at her with eyes filled with such love and acceptance that Celestia felt her own eyes begin to water.

“You know you’re my hero, right? Now more than ever.”

“Bu—” Celestia started but was silenced by a finger gently placed against her lips.

“Shush you. Let me finish.” Twilight smiled lovingly. “I’ve always looked up to you, but now…” Twilight sighed as she placed her hand on Celestia’s cheek, her thumb stroking it gently. “Not only did you have the courage to tell me something so incredibly personal, but you didn’t let all those things she did to you weigh you down. Abuse begets abuse, but instead of becoming an abuser yourself you turned away from it. You became the most compassionate, loving, downright wonderful ruler this country, no, this world has ever seen. It was you who inspired me to be everything I am now, as I’m sure you’ve done for countless ponies before me. History may not remember Azrah, but it sure as heck will always remember you.”

Celestia was speechless. A single tear rolled down her cheek, and Twilight wiped it away. “Twilight, I…” Instead of continuing, Celestia wrapped her arms around her lover and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. Twilight returned it, and for a moment they just sat there in the slowly cooling water, enjoying each other’s embrace.