//------------------------------// // 106. Disco by ArguingPizza // Story: The Sun and the Stars: A Twilestia Prompt Collab // by Fuzzyfurvert //------------------------------// by ArguingPizza *** ‘Oh come on! What are the odds of this ever even happening!?’ Twilight angrily demanded. ‘Approximately 251,096, 190 to 1’ she answered herself smartly. Twilight growled, which garnered a raised eyebrow from Celestia. The newly crowned Princess had stuck to her mentor’s side like glue since she had received her wings. The two had been together through Pinkie’s immediate party, the Coronation, the Royal Procession, up to the Coronation Ball. Even as Twilight waged an internal war against herself the revelers filled the dance floor below their private balcony. “Twilight, you’ve been acting strangely since your ascension. Is there something the matter?” Celestia probed gently. ‘Oh, nothing much except now I have to pony up on a STUPID BET THAT WAS SO IMPROBABLE I SHOULD HAVE SEEN AIRBORNE SWINE BEFORE IT CAME TO FRUITITION!’ Twilight didn’t say any of that, though in her frazzled state it came uncomfortably close to actually escaping. What she said instead was, “N-nothing at all, Princess.” She immediately cursed herself for stuttering, as well as being too cowardly to admit what by all rights she was bound to. Just off the dance floor below the two Princesses, Twilight caught Pinkie Pie and Rarity both staring her down. Rarity rapidly gestured with her hooves between Twilight and the Princess, while Pinkie Pie glared at her and mimed a Pinkie Promise. ‘I swear on my magic, I am never making another drunken Pinkie Promise again. Next Hearts and Hooves Day, it’s just going to be me and a book like it should have been in the first place.’ Unfortunately for Twilight, nopony breaks a Pinkie Promise, no matter what their blood alcohol happened to be when it was made. She took a deep breath and leaned against her mentor to gain her attention. When Celestia turned to look down at her, Twilight braced herself and and looked her former teacher directly in the eye. “Princess, I-“ “Oh Twilight, you’re a Princess now too. You can just call me Celestia.” And there it went. All her resolve, shattered like glass by the warm, loving voice of her secret paramour. Twilight sagged, and turned towards her friends in resignation. It appeared she would be the first to find out what terrible, horrible punishment awaited somepony who truly broke a Pinkie Promise instead of weaseling around it. And then the music started. Twilight’s eyes swelled to saucers. Her ears perked straight up as the tune swirled around her, with her, and through her. Her saving grace, unknowingly delivered by a DJ with a taste for the classics. “Princess, I’ve got something to show you,” she said, not giving Celestia time to react before teleporting them both to the edge of the dance floor. The bright flash of magenta light drew the attention of the guests, which immediately refocused as Twilight began to walk towards the center of the arena, an attractive and eye-catching sway in her hips. “Give your Princess some room!” Rarity called out to the surprised crowd, which parted around Twilight. The center of attention, Twilight’s hooves slid past each other, carrying her to the middle of the floor. A light flashed around her horn, and the monotone marble was replaced with a flashing pattern of arcane lights. Twilight raised herself to her back legs and raised a fore hoof at the crowd, pointing it at half of them before settling on a surprised Celestia. Using her wings as balance, Twilight twirled her forelegs rapidly and slunk towards her mentor. Her gaze was smoky, almost predatory.Their eyes locked, Celestia found herself blushing uncontrollably and unable to look away. It was Twilight who broke eye contact, spinning in place and crossing her rear legs over themselves until she reached the center of the dance floor again. She hopped backwards to the edge of the floor, then twisted her way back to the center. She bobbed, weaved, twisted, curled, and twirled in intricate yet simple patterns. Occasionally she would run her forehooves down her chest, Celestia’s eyes following closely, only to bring them back up teasingly. The crowd grew fanatic in support of their newest Princess as she danced a storm through the Palace Chamber in a display that could only be called truly funkalicious. The jaws of those who knew of her usual dangerous inability to dance were planted firmly on the floor. Celestia’s gaze never wavered, taking in the entire display she knew was aimed directly at her. Gone was the innocent, dough-eyed filly she had met so long ago. In her place was a smooth, sexy, and confident mare. A mare that was giving her a show stallions would sell their kidneys for. And it was working. By the Sun was it working. Her wings were at full mast, her heart was hammering, her mouth was dry, and her-...well, suffice to say her tail was tucked very tightly. The climax came when Twilight planted her rear hooves and pointed directly at Celestia, her hips gyrating in a way that pushed the bounds of equine anatomy. Twilight flipped her hair and wiped away a bit of sweat that had accumulated on her brow, and Celestia nearly fainted. Twilight dropped to the floor and spun around herself until she came nearly face-to-face with the taller alicorn. In a split second, Twilight latched onto Celestia’s lips. Time stopped as the two mares lost each other against each other, tongues intertwined. What seemed like hours passed, and only a polite cough from somepony in the intently watching crowd reminded them of their audience. They parted slowly, then turned together to stare at the guests. A heavy blush on her face, Twilight mumbled quietly. “I like disco.”