//------------------------------// // 12. Relevance // Story: Twilight's Sun, Celestia's Stars // by JKinsley //------------------------------// Twilight looked at the letter in her hooves. It simply told her to come to Celestia’s private quarters for a private meeting. Twilight found the note odd as it didn’t mention any other details. She glanced around the normally bustling halls. Nopony walked through them but her. Not only that, the normal compliment of guards next Celestia’s doors were conspicuously absent. Twilight frowned. She reached the doors and knocked. Her hooves wouldn’t stay steady, so the knock started with a few light taps followed by two solid hits. “Princess?” she asked, her voice low. After no reply, she raised her voice. “Celestia? You asked to see me?” she called. One of the doors opened slightly, and Twilight noticed the faint yellow glow surrounding the inside handle. Celestia stood across the room with her back to Twilight. She stared out of the wide windows at the setting sun. “Twilight, you made it,” she said without turning to face her. Twilight nodded. “You sent for me. A private meeting?” Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Is there something I need to know?” “In a moment, but rest assured, it’s nothing sinister. It’ll be fun. But first, you and I need to get changed. You’ll find what you need to wear in the bathroom.” Celestia pointed to a door off to the side, slightly ajar, with a neatly stacked pile of clothes just visible. “I’ll fetch you when I’m ready.” Twilight obeyed and walked into the bathroom. She took the top article of clothing, a loose white blouse, and slipped it on. Underneath was a blue-and-red pleated tartan skirt and underneath that were a pair of... Those panties are awfully lacy, Twilight thought. Nonetheless, she put on the skirt and panties. And tight. When Celestia didn’t knock or call for her, Twilight looked herself over in the mirror. From the front, there was nothing amiss. The blouse fit well and wasn’t cut too low or revealing. The skirt, on the other hoof, barely covered her cutie mark. Twilight tried to adjust it down, but to no avail. And though the panties covered everything, the way they sat made her tail stand almost straight up, which did not help the short skirt situation. “Twilight! Are you ready?” Celestia called through the closed door. Twilight glanced around. With nothing stopping her, she opened the door and stepped out, keeping her head held high; her body language was at odds with the short steps she took as she exited the bathroom. Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. While she was in some sexy schoolgirl outfit, Celestia sported a tan suit jacket, an equally short black skirt, and dark grey stockings that ran all the way up to her middle thighs. Twilight swallowed as her face started to glow crimson. “Twilight?” Twilight then looked up at Celestia and tried her best to smile. “I-I’m ready,” she stuttered. “Good,” Celestia said. She turned in place, but her flowing tail blocked Twilight’s view. Celestia trotted back to her bedroom and a blackboard was set up, complete with a lesson plan. Twilight stood still and simply gawked. Celestia somehow managed to set up one of her greatest fantasies, without Twilight ever mentioning it. Does she share the same fantasy? Twilight mused. Celestia tsked as she stood next to the blackboard. She held her head high, with a slight frown and her eyes just slightly narrowed. “Twilight Sparkle,” she said in a hoarse, sultry whisper. “You’re late to class. And do you know what that means?” Twilight gulped and did her best to hide a growing smile. “Y-yes, Headmistress.” “You have been a very bad student. And do you know what we do to bad students at this school?” Twilight nodded rapidly. “P-punish them, Headmistress.” She slinked up to the blackboard and bowed to Celestia. “Indeed we do. Bend over.” Twilight obeyed and presented her rump. Her tail instinctively flicked to the side, and all that was keeping her from being completely exposed were the lacy panties still in place. Celestia wielded a fabric-wrapped paddle and landed her first blow; Twilight winced slightly, but it was a pleasurable pain. “Oooh, Celestia,” she gasped as the second blow landed and her muscles tensed. A third blow landed, and she cried out once more. “Perhaps you need to learn more of a lesson, hmm?” Headmistress Celestia whispered sultrily into Twilight’s ear. She slipped her hoof into the waistband of her panties... And Twilight found herself being roughly shaken awake. “Augh!” she shouted. She blinked her eyes to clear the sleep from them and sat up, seeing Spike still shaking her shoulders. “Spike! Why are you waking me up?” “You were moaning and thrashing around. I thought you were having a bad dream,” he muttered while looking down. “Yeah,” Twilight chuckled nervously. “A bad dream alright.” “Anyway, it’s nearly morning, and Celestia sent this urgent letter. You’re needed in Canterlot for a private meeting. Her chambers.” Twilight gulped.