//------------------------------// // 13. Misconstrued // 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. 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. This is way too... this is EXACTLY like my dream. But then, if it’s exactly like my dream, and with no Spike around...  Twilight broke into a lopsided grin and knocked on Celestia’s chamber doors. Three solid hits and Twilight could hear the reverberation in the chambers. “Celestia!” 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. “Of course. You sent for me, a private meeting?” Twilight raised an eyebrow, still with a hint of a grin. “Is there something you have planned for me?” “I’m surprised this has slipped your mind. Nonetheless, 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. Just like earlier, Twilight thought. She lifted the skirt, but found nothing underneath. Despite the omission, it only served to make her more excited. She’s naughtier than I thought. She still slipped on the skirt and then 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, thought, was much too long. Perhaps Celestia just doesn’t have my exact measurements. Twilight hiked the skirt to reveal much more of herself. Much better. She then  waited patiently for Celestia to come knocking. “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 smirk matched the long, confident strides. “I am. Do you like?” Twilight twirled around and cast a sultry glance over her shoulder. Celestia quickly blushed bright red and coughed into her hoof. When Twilight stood facing her once more, Celestia placed a hoof on the younger mare’s shoulder. She looked serious and the blush was fading, albeit slowly. “You do remember why we’re here?” Twilight pulled her head back and blinked several times. “Yes? We’re playing teacher and student.” Celestia sighed, relieved, and nodded. “Teacher and student, yes.” “And when I show up to class late, you have to punish me with the paddle, but when I enjoy it, you decide another course of punishment is in order, and slip a hoof under my skirt—” Celestia coughed and her eyes bulged. “Twilight!” “Yes, Headmistress?” Twilight purred. “I... I don’t... We are playing teacher and student, yes. But for the school variety pageant. For fillies and colts and their parents. We talked about this in several letters, most recently yesterday, when I reminded you that today was the dress rehearsal. Where in Equestria did you get the idea that this was... sensual, in nature?” “My, uh, dream. This morning. It went exactly like this. Not exactly, obviously. But.” Twilight hung her head low as the color drained from her face. “I’m so sorry.” “Dream? Luna... No, she knows not to,” Celestia mumbled. She put a hoof to her forehead. “I understand that you would be quite embarrassed right now—” “You have no idea.” “So let’s just... How about we get some breakfast first, a little tea or coffee, and then come back and do this properly, OK?” Twilight still stared at the ground and pawed at it. “Yeah, let’s.” Celestia leaned in closely and whispered into Twilight’s ear, “And maybe if you do really well with the dress rehearsal, we can try it your way.”