by Jonesly
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One of the great benefits of having a marefriend taller then you was that she could reach books on higher shelves without a ladder, Twilight Sparkle decided. Watching Celestia stretch her body out as she retrieved a book, Twilight became focused on perfection. Unfortunately, she wasn't very subtle about it.
“Geez Twilight, if you like her butt so much, why don't you take a picture. It'll last longer and spare the rest of us the disgust of your drooling.” Spike snarked.
Spike!” Twilight blushed, “Two things. One, I have a photographic memory.”
“Oh? Mine never developed,” Spike interrupted with a smile.
Twilight raised her eyebrow at him. “Ahem, and two; How could you not drool at her butt? Have you seen it? It's so firm, so tight, so supple with all of the lift and bounce! The things I want to do to it...”
Spike's face turned green. “Eww. That is most definitely my cue to leave. If you need me, I'll be at Sweet Apple Acres. Maybe cider can remove my memory of this evening.”
Spike scrambled out of the door, grumbling about love sick mares and how disgusting they could be.
Twilight looked over at Celestia with pure innocence in her eyes. “Well, now that he's out of the picture, where were we?”
Celestia looked back at her. “You were about to put on the socks and I was about to melt into the chair purring in delight. Then I believe you were going to pose a bit while I took some snapshots for the private collection.”
“Oh yes, well. Shall we?”
Celestia narrowed her eyes with a lusty smirk on her lips. “Oh YES. We shall.”