The sun rose above the mountains, casting brilliant streaks of light over Canterlot. Low clouds filtered the light in brilliant rays as it splashed over castle walls and roofs. Celestia watched her sister take to her personal quarters, retiring for sleep.
She lazily watched the sun rise, resting on her bed. It was time for a much needed day off.
Of course, her mind drifted. The mess of the changeling crisis was over, and she compared it to the other events that had rocked the nation recently. The Nightmare Moon return, and the unleash of the chaotic power of Discord.
Discord, that sexy bastard.
Celestia sat up, eyes wide. Where had that come from? Perhaps it was the mischievous spirit itself, inserting disconcerting thoughts into her mind. Or perhaps she was still tired. Or maybe, just maybe, it was something that she sorely didn't want to admit to herself. Discord has a really nice body.
If it wasn't encased in a statue.
"Oh Discord, nothing is set in stone," she imagined herself saying. "I have been a little hard on you, but we've been through some rocky times. I think we can put this behind us. I truly think we have a solid future."
She imagined Discord being set free again. The sun goddess groaned as the uninvited thoughts flowed free.
Unconventional as it may be, Discord had something to admire. And his voice. Oh, she imagined what it would sound like if it was calling her name. "Celestia... I've wanted to do this for a very long time..."
She lost herself in her fantasies. The chaotic demon gripped her in her vision, pulling her close, passionately kissing her. His lips felt rough, but it only made it more pleasurable. His conglomerate body should have been repulsive, but instead it was kinky.
For the longest time, she lay there, eventually letting her mind go uninhibited. It would be her darkest secret, the absolutely forbidden desire. Her mind was capable of extremely vivid details, details which would make even the dirtiest magazine seem authored for foals.
At long last, she was interrupted. A flash of light and puff of smoke shocked her out of her inner thought. A scroll plopped down in front of her. A scroll from Twilight. It served as well as any cold shower, and the intimate thoughts vanished as she levitated it, unfurled it and began reading her prize students' latest report. A small part of her mind that imagined what the unicorn would be like in bed...
A thought like that is far too inappropriate. The irony wasn't lost on Celestia.
"Dear Princess Celestia,
I have continued my research into telepathic communications in between my friendship reports and I have something fairly interesting to report. My continued work on the neuron-entanglement spell was almost complete, and as I tested it on Spike and myself, I encountered rather interesting results. Instead of channelling Spike's thoughts to my own, it was instead flooded by the most powerful stream of consciousness known in Equestria. Yours. In short, I've been forced to read your mind for the last few hours.
What.
The.
Fuck?
Your Disturbed Student,
Twilight Sparkle"