Chapter 1
It was a bright and clear morning as I stepped off of the train and onto Canterlot station. A quick nod to the station conductor; he had recognized me and waved, so it was only courteous to give him some kind of wave back. Looking around the station, I headed off towards my destination – Canterlot Castle.
Canterlot Castle was a reasonable walk through the densely packed streets of Canterlot town, though I was in no great hurry to get there. The train had arrived a good fifteen minutes ahead of schedule, and my appointment with the princess was still an hour after that. This left me with a fair amount of empty time, but I knew just where to go to spend it.
Moving through some of the back streets, I worked my way quickly towards my favourite coffee shop in the entire town, Doughnut Joe’s. Joe was a master of his craft, blessed with skills that could only be acquired by a combination of natural talent and years of experience. If you needed a specialty confection baked, or even just looking for something different, then you went to Joe’s. Most residents didn’t even bother calling it Doughnut anymore, one would simply say that they were going to Joe’s, and that was all that was needed by way of explanation.
Weaving through the alleys of Canterlot, it wasn’t long before I came to Joe’s door. A converted corner café, Joe’s doughnut and coffee shop consisted mostly of booths and a few tables set up by large windows. The smell of freshly fried dough and various types of sugar wafted out from a pair of well placed vents in the walls. Joe was no stranger to aggressive advertising, and he had correctly reckoned that letting people smell his goods would help to bring them in through his doors. From the number of people that I could see sitting inside his shop, he had clearly been right.
As I caught scent of the delicious pastries, my stomach gave a sudden growl and I realised just how hungry I was. I hadn’t bothered to eat this morning, as Spike had woken me up, shouting that he had gotten a letter from Princess Celestia saying that she wanted to talk to me in person and that I should get on the next train. When you get a letter like that, the thought of mere breakfast tends to fall by the wayside.
Figuring that I had enough time to snag a bun and cup of coffee, I made my way into Joe’s, silently deciding on exactly what it was that I would get. A light jingling sound from above the door caught my attention. Joe had set a bell next to the door since the last time I had been in here. It certainly caught his attention and Joe looked up and caught sight of me, his face splitting in a wide grin.
“Twilight Sparkle,” he called out in a deep, husky voice. I had always liked the sound of his voice. It was not quite gruff, but hinted at a strong male presence. Far deeper than my brothers, here was a man who had lived through some tough times and made it out the other end. “Fancy seeing you here. I haven’t seen you since that desert competition. Hows life been treating ya?”
“Oh, pretty good, Joe, just the usual. Study, research, learning about friendship,” I said back, sitting down on one of the empty stools up near the front of the shop where I could take a look at what was on offer. There was a jam berliner that looked divine.
“Business as usual then,” he said with a smile. “You just in town for the day?”
“I think so,” I replied. I wasn’t quite sure how long I was going to be here, to be honest. The princess’s letter hadn’t been very specific about what she actually wanted to speak to me about, just that it was important.
Joe seemed to notice something. “Oh, where are my manners? What’ll it be, miss Sparkle?” he seemed a little embarrassed that he had forgotten to ask me right away if I wanted anything.
“A cup of Chai blend, the Zebracan stuff if you have it please, oh and that jam ball berliner as well. How much is that?” I asked, reaching into my purse to grab some bits.
Joe shook his head, “put that away. You know your money’s no good here; not since you helped me get first prize.” He reached in under the counter and grabbed the jam ball with a pair of tongs before sprinkling a little confectioners sugar over it and passed it over to me. “One Chai coming right up,” he said before turning to work his drinks machine. It was nice to watch him work. They say that it is a joy to behold a master at work in their chosen field, and watching Joe was no different. He handled the cups and hot water with ease, mixing in the exact amounts of ingredients for each drink without the need for measuring; he knew exactly how much was needed through instinct alone.
Within a few moments, he had finished up making my drink and he brought over the steaming beverage. His expression darkened slightly when he saw me go for my purse again. “I mean that, Twilight. You have been a loyal customer here for as long as I can remember. This ones on the house.”
I took a heavy inhale of the steam wafting from the top of the cup, relishing the spicy mixture. It smelled delicious, but it was just a little bit too hot to drink right away. Still, I supposed, that was the way that coffees and teas should be served; it helped to lengthen the moment out, allowing one to savour the taste for longer. Looking back to Joe, I gave him a true smile. “Thanks, Joe.”
Joe leaned forward and gave me a quick, playful tussle of my hair. Joe was one of only a handful of people in Canterlot whom I could really call a friend. His late night coffees had steered me through more than one emergency cram session. “Don’t mention it kid,” he laughed slightly before turning serious, “I mean that, don’t mention it. Don’t want word getting around that I’m giving out freebies, else everyone would be wanting some.”
Joe gave me one last smile and returned to his duties behind the counter. Several other people had walked in and were eying a pair of kitchener buns with eager looks. I saw Joe move over to serve them and I turned my attention to the bun before me. Taking a quick bite out of it, I felt the molten jam leak out onto my tongue. It was heavenly, so sweet with just the right about of fruit bits still lingering to give it a little bit of consistency. It was clear that Joe had just made this particular one this morning.
Putting the bun back down onto its plate, I reached into my bag and pulled out the letter that the princess had sent me. It wasn’t a particularly big letter, not much more than a few lines, really. But in those few lines, Celestia had managed to pose up some significant questions. Idly tapping a spoon against my cup of Chai, I read through the letter one more time, trying to find some hidden meaning or clue as to what it was all about.
To my faithful student.
It has recently come to my attention that I have made a grievous error in regards to your education. There is something that I was reluctant to teach while you were still so young, but have also neglected to teach you now that you have reached adulthood. While I am confident that you may have learned much of what I have missed out on your own, I must endeavour to ensure that this oversight is correct as soon as possible. Please make your way to Canterlot on the next available train. I have made space in my schedule to see you at 11.00 am.
If you are unable to meet with me today, please have Spike send a reply at your earliest convenience. Otherwise, I will await your arrival at the castle.
Your eternal friend and mentor
Princess Celestia Alicorna.
I scanned the letter again, hoping to find something that I had missed, but there was nothing to find; just some vague references to something that Celestia hadn’t taught me because she thought that I was too young at first. That covered a lot of topics, but I couldn’t find any gaps in my education that could really fit in well with what she had just told me.
Shrugging, I put the letter back in my bag and picked up my Chai. It had cooled slightly and I took a quick sip, letting the hot spice and cinnamon flavours fill my mouth. Zebraca growers had recently developed several new blends that were becoming very popular with the upper classes of Canterlot society, and if this cup was any indication, it was a reputation that was well deserved. I grimaced a second later though; the drink was still too hot for me, and I nearly spat it back out. I swallowed it though, and the hot liquid left a warm trail all the way down to my stomach.
Waving a hard towards my face to cool me, I put the cup back down and returned to working on the jam ball. The cool feeling of the jam, felt soothing against my throat, and I decided to just wait for a little longer before trying the scalding drink again. Instead, I turned around and decided to take a look at the people in the café, in case I knew anyone there.
There were plenty of people sitting down or walking past the windows; a café is a good place to just sit and watch the world go by. A taller man in a waistcoat and top hat walked past, followed by an equally tall woman, very fair haired and glowing with beauty as she carried several filled shopping bags, each one bulging with clothes. It was a noble I had met a few times, Sir Fancy Pants, or something like that. We had met at court a couple of times, but had never been formally introduced until we had crashed his garden party last year. I could remember him not having any idea who I was, even when I introduced myself as the princess’s student. His wife, or was it his girlfriend had though, and she had given me a sly wink afterwards. I could almost remember her name; it was Fleur something.
She must have seen or felt me staring as, just as she was about to round the corner, she turned to look into Joe’s and she locked eyes with me. She gave me a short smile before she vanished out of sight. I watched her go, and I decided that I was really going to have to make an effort to get to know those two. It was expected of me, being the student of Equestria’s monarch, and I had received more than one dinner invitation over the course of my life. I had to figure that the princess had some kind of plan for me; my little sabbatical in Ponyville couldn’t last forever after all. Eventually I would have to return here and take my place at court.
A light ding from the corner of the shop caught my attention and pulled me out of my reverie; a grandfather clock had just struck 10:30. I hadn’t realised just how late it was getting, and it would take me a goog fifteen minutes to reach the castle from here. I hastily stuffed the remainder of the jam ball into my mouth, and followed it up with the Chai, which had thankfully cooled down enough that I could scull it down. It was a pity to waste such a good drink, but I didn’t have the time right now. Maybe I could stop for another one on the way back and enjoy it properly.
With a quick nod to Joe, I got up from my seat and turned to dash for the exit. It would take a brisk jog to get to the Castle with enough time to make it look like I wasn’t running late, but I knew Canterlot like only someone who had been born there could. My brother and I had spent many years chasing each other through the side streets and alleys and I knew all of the best shortcuts, even if it meant going through some lest than reputable areas. I wasn’t worried about that though, I knew how to defend myself and I carried a whistle and can of pepper spay in my bag. More than one would be rapist or kidnapper had received a swift blow to his family pride, followed by a macing.
After about ten minutes of not-quite-jogging, not-quite-walking, I reached the main plaza of Canterlot. This was where most of the markets and vendors would set up on the days when the markets were open, and it afforded me a great view of both the castle rising up above the city, perched as it was on the side of the mountain, and out over all of western Equestria. I knew that on a clear day, I could just make out the wide green fields that were Applejack’s apple farm and maybe see the top of the Ponyville town hall. Today however, there was a light fog covering much of the lower regions, and Ponyville was blanketed behind that. Canterlot was high up enough that it was unaffected by most fogs, though it wasn’t immune to things like rain or wind.
Slowing to a normal walking pace, I checked my clothes to make sure that I was presentable and marched on towards the main entrance of the castle. Several guards, resplendent in their golden armour nodded to me as I passed the main gate; almost all of the guards that had been assigned to the palace either knew who I was by name, or recognised my face. One of them held up a hand to block my way though. I didn’t recognise this guard, so he must have been a new recruit who felt that he had to enforce every rule by the book.
“Stop, citizen. None may pass by here without identification and an appointment,” he called out a little louder than was necessary, clearly hoping to impress someone with his adherence to the rules.
I shrugged and pulled out my I.D. It had been years since I had been carded, and I counted myself lucky that I had bothered to bring it at all, though if I had been rejected I could have easily just gone to another entrance and found one of the guards who knew me. The guard looked at my photo and back to me again several times, clearly trying to find some kind of impostor or fake. He must have been a greenhorn who was hoping to make a big break on his first posting.
Behind him, another guard, one whom I knew well enough to be on a first name basis with walked out of the main guard house, an annoyed expression on his face. He marched over to the recruit guard and grabbed the I.D. out of his hand before passing it back over to me. He addressed the younger guard, “Hot Flame, what do you think you are doing?”
The guard, Hot Flame, replied with what I assumed to be the exact words of the training manual that Shining Armour showed me once, “All visitors must have their identities confirmed by a member of the royal guard prior to entry into the royal palace, Sir.”
“Well not this one. Don’t you know who this is, kid. That’s Twilight Sparkle, the princess’s most trusted student and protégé, and she has an appointment.” He turned to me with an apologetic look on his face, “Sorry about that, Twi. You just go on in; I’ve got to deal with this new blood out here. I reckon that a couple lashes ought to set him straight.”
I was horrified to hear that he was considering corporal punishment. “No, don’t do that; he was just following proper procedure after all.”
The senior guard laughed at my comment. “Jeez, Twilight. It’s just a joke. The princess has outlawed whippings for nearly twenty years, except in cases of high treason, and I don’t think that this quite qualifies.”
I relaxed, relieved that Hot Flame wasn’t going to be hurt. Hot Flame also looked relieved, and he gave me a sheepish ‘sorry ma’am,” before returning to his post by the gate. With a quick wave to the pair of them, I set off for the actual palace. It was nearly eleven, and I didn’t want the princess to think that I was going to be tardy.
I made my way up the stairs, heading for the throne room when the princess’s chamberlain, a pretty woman called Raven pulled me aside. I new Raven fairly well, though we had never socialised before; she had been Celestia’s personal assistant and chamberlain for as long as I could remember. Rather than send me into the audience room as I normally would have, she directed me to head towards Celestia’s bedroom, indicating that the princess would meet me there.
“She told me to tell you that you are to have a private audience with her, and that she will meet you in her quarters. She is just finishing up a meeting with Ambassador Gryphon and should be with you shortly,” Raven said before returning to her desk to deal with a mountain of paperwork that had arrived that morning.
I nodded and headed deeper into the depths of the castle. This wasn’t the first time that the princess had asked me to come to her bedchambers, so it didn’t seem particularly odd to be going there. I knew the way like the back of my hand and it wouldn’t take me more than a minute or two to get there. On the way, I passed several maids and stewards, many of which gave me a smile or a nod. A guard by the name of Constant Vigil was stationed outside of Celestia’s bedroom, and he stood aside to let me in without a single word. Clearly he had been informed to expect my arrival. I had always liked Vigil; he was a gruff, no nonsense guard when he was on duty, but there was a softer side to him when he wasn’t on the clock. I had heard through the grapevine that he had recently gone through a bitter divorce to a woman who had apparently only been after an introduction to Canterlot high society. She had wanted to rub shoulders with the elite of the elite, not realising that they didn’t want to rub back. When it had become clear that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted out of their marriage, she had filed for divorce and taken nearly everything.
I thought that it was a pity that Vigil had gone through that. He was kind and handsome; any girl should consider themselves lucky to land a man like him. He had watched out for me a couple of times, when my brother hadn’t been available.
He gave me a smile, but didn’t say anything. I returned the smile and he opened the door to Celestia’s bedroom, allowing me to enter without a fuss. As soon as I had entered, he closed the door again, and I had to assume that he had turned to face out again, a silent sentinel to bar access to everybody who didn’t have a reason to be there.
Pushing thoughts of Vigil out of my mind, I looked around the room for the princess. Princess Celestia’s rooms were opulent in the extreme. The floor plan was larger than some houses, and everything was dripping in luxury. The covers on the bed were pure silk, imported from across the seas; the floor was tiled in exquisite marble. A massive pair of windows filled one entire wall, allowing sunlight to stream in. they were arranged as such that Celestia would wake up every morning drenched in sunlight, which she said rejuvenated her in ways that simple sleep couldn’t.
I looked over all of her luxury before noting one significant thing – That Princess Celestia was not present. “Princess,” I hesitantly called out, “Are you in here?” It was possible that she hadn’t finished up her meeting with Gryphon. The old man did love to hear himself speak.
There was a small bang from inside the bathroom, and a second later, Princess Celestia’s head popped out from around the door. “Twilight!” she called out, smiling broadly, “I wasn’t expecting you for another few minutes, I’m just finishing getting ready. Take a seat and have a drink. I shouldn’t be more than another minute or so.”
I did as the princess bade me, walking over to her well stocked private bar and picking out something for myself. It was a little early for me to be drinking, but I shrugged; it had to be five o’clock somewhere after all. The princess had long since stopped forbidding me to drink, and I quickly made a gin with tonic for myself, and set about creating a banana daiquiri for Celestia; she loved bananas and anything that could be made from bananas.
I was about to take the drinks over the couch in the centre of the room to wait for the princess to finish up with whatever she was doing when she walked in herself. If I hadn’t already had the drinks on a flat surface, I was sure that I would have dropped them right then. Celestia looked gorgeous. Her hair had been carefully styled so that it cascaded down her back, each of her multiple colours a perfect line. As she passed through a beam of sunlight, her head shone with prismatic perfection. Aside from her hair however, it was her outfit that caught my attention, or rather, her lack of an outfit.
Celestia was wearing what could generously be called lingerie, and ungenerously be called nothing at all. While technically she wasn’t actually revealing anything, her costume left nothing to the imagination. Thin silks wrapped around her upper body, coming together to cover her ample D-cup breasts, though much of her cleavage was still showing to those who cared to look. Similarly thin material formed a set of panties. A metal collar was attached to her throat, with copper and brass chains connecting it to a similar ring adorning her waist. While she was not nude, the entire ensemble was clearly designed to highlight the fact that she may as well have been, save for a few square inches of fabric. The amount of skin on display was almost obscene, and I instantly averted my eyes from looking at her.
Celestia noticed my reaction and she paused, seeming to notice exactly what it was that she was wearing. From the corner of my eye I saw her smile and keep on walking towards me. A hand reached out to pat me on the shoulder, and I turned to look my mentor square in the eye, trying hard not to let my gaze drop down south.
The princess smiled at me and took the drink I had prepared for her from my hand. She took a quick sip and motioned for me to have a seat. I moved almost robotically, trying hard not to look at my teacher’s body; a difficult prospect given how much of it was on display at that very second. Despite being nearly fifty, Celestia didn’t look a day over thirty, and had retained a very slim hourglass physique. Long slender limbs matched her waist perfectly.
She gave me a genuine smile before following me to the couch and sitting down opposite me. Once we were both seated, she spoke, “Twilight, I’m sorry. I should have mentioned this,” she indicated her attire, “but I had just finished up a meeting with Ambassador Gryphon, and you know the old man – perverted as they come. Show him a little flesh and he will agree to anything. I may have gone overboard today, but we were talking about trade agreements and I had something I wanted to push through. Needless to say, I got it.”
I didn’t say anything; I was still trying to avoid looking directly at her.
Celestia hmmed at that, “Twilight, you can look if you want. This is going to be a very awkward lesson if you can’t even look at me.”
The mention of a lesson cleared my mind and I turned back to face Celestia. She smiled at me and leaned back in her couch. Now that I was looking, I could see that she had a fine layer of defined muscle on her chest and stomach, not enough to call a six-pack, but plenty to show that she took exercising seriously. My own body was nowhere near as toned as hers was. I’ll admit to being a little on the chunky side at times, but I certainly wasn’t fat.
“So what is this about, princess?” I asked once I felt I was sure I could speak without tripping over myself. “You mentioned something that you never taught me before.” I could feel myself growing excited at the prospect of learning some long forgotten secrets or lore.
“Yes, I suppose I did,” Celestia said absently, idly playing with the straw to her daiquiri. “Twilight, how much would you say you know about sex?”
The question caught me off guard. I hadn’t been expecting something like that. If this was what the princess had wanted to teach me, she had forgotten that she had already taught me about this. She even had the surgeon general of Canterlot teach me about reproduction when I started my monthly cycle.
“Uhh, I suppose I know a lot about it,” I said, not quite sure what she wanted to hear. “I know all about males and females having coitus to procreate, and about how a woman has to go through her monthly reproductive cycle once she reaches puberty.”
Celestia raised a hand to forestall my going into lecture mode, and I fell silent. She shook her head a little, “No, I don’t mean about reproduction. I still have your fifty page essay on the female reproductive system somewhere. I know that you know that. I’m asking what you know about sex, the act of making love, being intimate with another.”
“Well, I suppose I’ve read about a couple of positions before, but I’ve never had another person or the desire to try them out. It was purely an academic investigation.”
Celestia sighed briefly, “See, this is what I meant when I said I had neglected your education; you don’t see it as anything other than something to be studied. Twilight, how old are you?”
That was an odd question; the princess knew exactly how old I was. “I’m twenty one, your highness.”
“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”
I had to shake my head at that. I had never had a boy I thought of in that way. Spike was the closest boy in my life, but he was my adoptive little brother and I didn’t think of him like that.
“How about a girlfriend? I won’t judge you if you have.”
Once again, I shook my head. Me having a girlfriend? I wasn’t interested in girls like that.
Celestia put her drink down on the table, dragging a coaster under it as she did so. “Last question then. Have you ever masturbated?”
“Princess!” I exclaimed. This was getting just a little too personal now and I could feel my cheeks begin to blush.
“Answer the question, Twilight. I promise you I am going somewhere with this.” Celestia was insistent.
“I’ve never… masturbated,” I finally said. Even the word felt dirty in my mouth.
Celestia sighed, “And that is the problem, Twilight. I’ve spent so many years teaching you about everything I know, but I never taught you to understand your own body. You are twenty one and you still have never experienced the pleasure of sexual congress, or even of your own hand. I’ve seen the reports, Twilight; girls younger than you are not only having sex, some are even mothers now.” She lifted her drink up again and drained whatever was left in it. I glanced at my own drink, nearly untouched and took a quick gulp.
Celestia gave me a level stare, “This is what I called you here for, Twilight. I am going to teach you about the wonders and pleasures of your own body. It was my fault that you never found out before; I was too focused on your education that I never saw you develop as a woman, so it falls to me to teach you now. I promise you that when you leave here tonight, you will be a whole new woman.”
I wasn’t sure I liked where this was going. Was Celestia really telling me that she was about to make me have sex with someone, or to force me to masturbate in front of her. I wasn’t a total prude, I knew of the pleasures of sex; that orgasm was supposed to feel incredible. I just hadn’t ever found the right person with which to try, and trying it with myself had seemed so… dirty, that I had never bothered.
Celestia reached up and fiddled with something behind her back. A moment later, she undid the collar around her neck and the few strips of cloth covering her breasts fell away, revealing her massive mammaries to my eyes. “Today, you are going to learn about your body,” she said as she got to her feet. Her breasts swung freely as she moved, drawing my attention. I wasn’t sure if I should be looking, but I couldn’t look away.
Celestia caught me looking. She delicately licked her lips, and ran one of her hands down the cleft of her breasts. “It’s alright, Twilight. The female form is beautiful. You can look if you want; even touch.” She moved over to me and picked up my hand before placing it over her right breast. I could feel her nipple hardening under my palm. “Squeeze it,” Celestia commanded, “feel how soft it is.”
My hand curled around her breast almost instinctively. Celestia’s flesh was soft and smooth. It felt odd to be touching her there, but not unpleasant. Timidly, I brought my other hand up and cupped her other breast. Celestia moaned softly as I began to squeeze her breasts. “Hmm, that’s right, Twilight. Fondle my bosom. Feel how soft they are.”
They were very soft, and squeezing them felt strangely right. I could feel my own nipples begin to strain against my shirt, pressing forward to leave an imprint against my bra. Celestia noticed and raised her hands around mine. Slowly, she began to undo the buttons that held my shirt in place; each button coming free with a pop until only one remained. It strained, clearly unable to take the strain. I knew that my breasts weren’t the largest; both Rarity and Fluttershy had larger breasts than I did, but they weren’t tiny either. I liked to think that they were well proportioned for my body, but I had also never really given them much though; they had always just kind of been there.
With one last snap, the final button came free and the princess slowly opened my shirt, revealing my nearly bare chest. Smirking at me, she traced under the curve of my breasts, sliding her finger along where the bra met my skin. I shuddered as I felt her fingers sliding up against me; it was the first time in my adult life that I had been touched there by a non medical professional, and they had certainly never touched me like this. Celestia’s fingers were soft and delicate. They seemed to know just how to tease me and left tingles behind them. I was sure that Celestia could see goosebumps forming in the wake of her fingers.
The feel of Celestia’s fingers caused me to redouble my efforts on her own breasts. Both of her nipples had hardened to full length, and I was massaging them with some force now. Every few strokes, I would tweak her nipples or push her breasts together. It seemed the natural thing to do and every time that I did, she would sigh or moan slightly, indicating that I was doing a good job.
Focused as I was on my mentor’s body, I didn’t notice her hands slide around my back until I felt her grab the clasp that was holding my bra on. With a deft motion, she unhooked it, and my bra came free. I tried to cover myself, but Celestia’s hands caught mine and pulled them down by my side. Holding my hands there, she slowly reached in and grabbed the bra between her teeth, pausing for a second to lick my newly exposed skin.
“Eeekk,” I started when I felt her tongue touch my breasts. Celestia giggled and pulled the bra away, fully exposing my body to her eyes.
“Twilight, you are beautiful. You should be proud of your body,” she said as she looked me up and down. I blushed at her words, burning and even fiercer red than before; I had been complimented before, but never like this. Celestia motioned to my shirt; I was still wearing it and it hung loosely around my arms. “Take that off, Twilight. Let me see the rest of you.”
I did as she bade me, and removed my shirt and flung it over to the side of the room. Celestia quickly followed with my bra. Soon I was sitting on her couch, wearing nothing but my skirt and socks. As I moved around however, I became aware of a tingling feeling between my legs. It felt warm and slightly damp. Celestia must have seen it too, as she reached in and spread my legs open. She wasn’t forceful, and I was sure that if I had resisted she would have stopped. I didn’t though, and soon she was looking at my panties. I unhitched my skirt and slid it off to reveal that there was a large and rapidly expanding wet patch on my panties. My hands instantly went to cover it, but once again, Celestia stopped me.
“You need not be embarrassed, my faithful student. This is a natural part of your sexual drive. If anything, I would be offended if you hadn’t begun to moisten by now,” Celestia purred. She leaned back on her side of the couch to reveal that she had a matching damp spot on her own panties. “This indicates that your body is ready for sex.” She paused for a moment, before leaning over to a small box on her table. “Speaking of which, I think that we are missing a vital participant for this lesson.”
Celestia pushed down on a button on the box before leaning in close to it. “Constant Vigil, a matter has arisen that requires your attention. Would you please step into my chambers?” She shut off the box and reclined into the couch, letting her legs spread open before pulling me over to join her.
A few seconds later, the door to Celestia’s bedroom opened and Constant Vigil walked in, looking around for anything that was out of place. His gaze came to rest on us, and in a moment he realised that he was looking at two half naked women who had clearly been enjoying each others company moments before. As he locked eyes with us, time seemed to freeze.
None of us spoke, or even moved. We all just either stood or sat there, looking at each other. I wasn’t sure what was going on, or what Celestia had planned for this guard.
A moment later, time sped up again, and in the silence of Celestia’s private chambers, we could all hear the soft ‘ding’ coming from the lower half of Constant Vigil’s armour. At the sound, he turned away. “Ma’am, you are not decent. I will come back later.”
Behind me, Celestia’s voice rang out soft but firm, “Nonsense, Guard Captain. This is the matter for which I have called you. I have chosen to give my student a practical lesson in the pleasures of sex, and I require the aid of a virile stallion of a man in order to give her the necessary instruction. I would consider it a personal favour if you would provide such instruction. A moment later she added coyly, “who knows, you may even enjoy it.”
Vigil’s face turned back to us. His gaze swept over our bodies, and I could tell that he was considering the potential implications of what was being asked of him. In the end though, he made the decision with the brain in his pants. Swiftly he nodded and walked over to where we were standing. I noticed that he was walked slightly bow legged, and I could take a guess as to what the ding noise earlier had been.
Once he reached us, Celestia extended a hand and slid it up the seat of his pants, lingering a moment when she reached the bulge visible between his legs. Vigil grunted for a moment, but he didn’t move away.
Celestia grinned at him, clearly pleased with what she saw. “Captain Vigil, you may disrobe and join us at your leisure.”
His decision made, Vigil needed no further motivation, and in moments his armour clattered to the ground, leaving him clad in little than an undershirt and pants. I could easily make out his toned body, and highly prominent bulge poking out from between his legs. Just looking at it, I could feel the wetness between my legs increase.
Celestia seemed pleased with him as well. I could hear her breathing deepen as she looked at the bulge in his pants. Wasting no time, she reached out and grabbed the waist band of his pants and pulled them to the ground. The pants snagged on something for a moment, and then suddenly, Constant Vigil’s penis came bobbing into view. He was already fully erect and he appeared to be leaking clear fluid from the tip. I felt a little intimidated at the size of it; I would barely be able to close my hand around it.
Beside me, Celestia leaned forward and whispered into my ear, “Just watch for now, Twilight. You will get your chance later on.” That was fine with me, as I wasn’t sure what to do with Vigil’s impressive length at the moment anyway.
Celestia guided me onto the floor next to Vigil, where I would have a clear view of what was to come. Once I was comfortably seated, Celestia looked up at Vigil and gave him a sincere smile. “Equestria appreciates your devotion to duty, Captain Vigil. I think it is time that I show you a little of that appreciation.” With that, she lifted up Vigil’s penis and gave the underside a long slow lick all the way to the tip.
Vigil tensed up as Celestia’s tongue dragged up to his crown, and once she reached the tip, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed Vigil’s length. I could only watch as my mentor took her guard’s hard length into her mouth and keep on going. With one smooth motion, she had swallowed nearly half of his penis, and I could see her throat open up to accommodate more.
Vigil groaned as he felt Celestia start sucking on his penis; he clearly was enjoying it. Soon the princess had reached the root of Vigil’s shaft; her lips were touching the bottom on his penis and her head was pressed up against his navel. I could make out a deep bulge in Celestia’s throat and could only guess as to how far down she had swallowed him, and with apparently no effort. She had clearly done this before.
I had heard about people performing this kind of sex act with a partner before; fellatio and cunnilingus I remembered they were called, but I had never expected that it would be the princess who would show them to me. I felt dirty watching them, and, to my shame, more than a little turned on. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the idea of sex; it was more that I had just never found the right person to try it with.
After a few seconds, Celestia pulled back off of Vigil and released her grip on his length until only the very tip remained inside of her mouth. I could see that his shaft was now quite slick with her saliva. Taking a moment to inhale a lungs worth of air, the princess began to smoothly bob her head over Vigil’s penis, engulfing it to about half way before pulling back again until only a little remained in her mouth. Her breasts wiggled about as she thrust her head down on his shaft. I could see that one of her hands had moved its way down her body, and I followed it with my eyes to see that she had pulled her panties to one side and was rubbing two fingers against her own glistening vagina.
At that sight, I felt my own vagina give a powerful twitch, expelling a few drops of lubrication. Timidly I brought up one of my own fingers and pulled my own panties to one side, exposing myself and touched a digit against my own labial lips.
A sudden jolt of pleasure ran through my body as soon as I touched myself. With a start, I pulled my hand away and nearly slammed my legs together out of pure reflex.
Celestia saw the motion and turned to look at me. She could see my finger moistened with my own juice, and my panties pulled over to the side and she could guess what I had just been trying out. She let Vigil fall out of her mouth and turned to face me. Vigil’s helmet was flushed a deep purple and he appeared to be twitching every few seconds.
With a kind smile, the sort of which Celestia had always given me when I had done something wrong, Celestia leaned over to me and gently pulled my legs apart again. “Don’t be embarrassed, Twilight. What you just felt is natural and a wonderful thing. It may seem odd the first time, but you will grow to love it in time.” With a gentle hand, she picked up my fingers and placed them over my lips again. She didn’t rub it for me, and she quickly returned to servicing Vigil once I was in place again. “Now, where were we?” she asked the guard. “Oh, Right!” she answered her own question, gripping his slick shaft in one hand and wrapping her lips around the head once again. Watching them, I could see Vigil’s face contort as Celestia resumed sucking him off. It didn’t look like he was in pain though, going on the massive grin on his face.
Timidly I tried touching myself again; this time I was ready for the jolt that accompanied it. Rubbing my fingers against my outer lips felt odd, but there was also an undertone of pleasurable tingling behind it. My fingers quickly became coated in my own juices and the skimmed over my flesh smoothly; almost as if they had a will of their own. While that was happening, my other hand was exploring others areas of my body, running itself over my breasts and sliding down my stomach. Occasionally I would pause to tweak a nipple or grab a handful of my breasts and squeeze. All the while, there was a pressure building in my loins; a pressure that I had never quite felt before. It almost felt like I had to pee, but that wasn’t it.
As I kept rubbing myself, the pressure continued to build. Slowly my movements became more erratic, and jerkier, until with a sudden cry, I brushed a finger against my clitoral hood and the dam holding back the pressure burst and it came flooding out. Bright sparks danced behind my eyes and I felt myself lock up.
My body moved without my control, twitching and pulsing as wave upon wave of searing pleasure burning its way through me. I could feel my vaginal muscles spasm and contract; the hand that I had been stroking myself with was instantly covered in my arousal. My other hand had grabbed a hold of my left breast and had pushed it hard against my body. I screamed; a high piercing cry that I was sure could be heard throughout the castle.
Just when I was sure that it would never stop and I was going to be stuck like this forever, I felt my body relax. Slowly my limbs went limp and my body stopped twitching. I fell back onto the floor of Celestia’s chambers, utterly drained of all energy, but strangely content. I felt warm, even on the cold stone of the floor.
As I lay there, a shadow passed over me and I looked up to see the princess kneeling above me. She held out a hand and I lifted one trembling arm to meet hers. She quickly grasped it and pulled me back up to a sitting position, one of my hands landing in a puddle of what I realised had to be my own orgasmic fluids; there was more on the ground that I had though could have been possibly produced, and my thighs were coated in it. Constant Vigil was still standing stock still over near the couch. I could make out that he was still at full attention in more ways that one.
“Did you enjoy that?” she asked me once I had my breath back. I could only nod at her. My throat had become very dry for some reason. “That was your first orgasm, Twilight. It is something that you have been missing for a very long time.” She turned her attention back to Vigil, who was looking down at us with some concern. He now looked like he was in some discomfort, but he held his hands behind his back, refusing to relieve himself.
“Now I think it is time that I help our guest out with his rather hard problem.” Celestia said with a wink to me. In one motion she waddled back over to were Vigil was standing and once again took his member into her mouth. This time it was different though. Where before it had been slow smooth strokes, this time Celestia’s motions were quick and jerking. She moved with no grace but pumped her head over the tip of Vigil’s penis while stroking the lower half with both of her hands.
Vigil’s face was a mix of pleasure and pain, and in a sudden surprise move, I saw one of Celestia’s hands let go of his penis and snake around to his back side. Half a second later, Vigil gave a sudden cry of surprise and I saw his length twitch hard in Celestia’s hand and mouth.
Celestia instantly released Vigil from her grip and grabbed the empty glass that had held her drink. She held it up to the tip of Vigil’s penis, and a moment later, a gush of white goo burst forth from his tip, landing in the glass and filling the bottom of it quickly. The first gush was quickly followed by a second, and then a third. Creamy white liquid continued to flow into the cup. I knew what it was that Celestia was collecting; I had learned basic anatomy when I was seven. Semen pooled in the glass until eventually, Vigil’s penis began to deflate and the spurts stopped, leaving a few last drips to dribble out of his tip.
Celestia gripped Vigil’s member and gently squeezed it, pulling out a few last drops and filling the glass to about a third full. Once she was sure that she had all she was going to get, Celestia released Vigil, and the guard fell back onto the couch, clearly spent. With a grin to me, Celestia raised the glass to her lips and quickly swallowed several mouthfuls of Vigil’s sperm. I couldn’t believe what I had just watched.
“Princess? What are you doing?” I asked. I had no idea that she would do such a thing. “Are you…swallowing his semen?”
Celestia lowered the glass, leaving another mouthful or so still collecting at the bottom. With a quick wipe of her tongue, she licked off a few flecks that had remained on her lips before answering me. “Yes I am, Twilight. I am swallowing his semen, gulping his jizz, drinking his cum if you want to use the common parlance. You see, there are three main reasons that I just did that. First, cum is high in protein and iron, as well as other minerals while also being very low in fat, making it a very good nutritional supplement. Second,” she paused for a moment to dip a finger into the collected jizz before rubbing it into her breasts, “It is as good, if not better than most of the current skin creams. How do you think I have maintained my youthful complexion?”
I had to admit that I didn’t know. I had always just assumed that she took good care of herself.
“Thirdly,” she continued, her grin darkening slightly, “I just really like the taste.” With that she upended the glass and swallowed the remainder of Vigil’s seed with obvious satisfaction. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her and what she was doing. Next to me however, Vigil’s shaft began to rise up again; clearly he had been aroused by the sight of the princess enjoying his cum.
Celestia saw him begin to rise up again, and she put her glass back on the table before slinking forwards with a cat like expression on her face. Reaching Vigil, she gently stroked his member, aiding in returning him to full hardness. Constant Vigil twitched under her touch, evidence of how much pleasure he was receiving from her attention. Once he was near full hardness again, Celestia leaned forward and took him into her mouth again, bobbing her head and sucking hard. The elicited a number of moans from Vigil, who looked like he was in heaven right then.
Before he could reach orgasm again, Celestia pulled off of Vigil and turned to give me a smile. I could see small beads of his semen on her tongue and swallowed them gratefully before licking Vigil clean. Once she was done, Celestia got up and pulled Vigil to his feet by his rock hard length. Vigil obeyed without a word.
“My dear Vigil, we have been neglecting the third member of this party,” Celestia said, turning to me, “How about we let her get a taste of your sweet pride?”
Vigil nodded once and guided by Celestia, he came to rest directly before me. His throbbing penis bounced with every step, and soon he was standing right before me, close enough that I could easily reach out and touch it.
I turned to look at the princess who motioned for me to grasp Vigil with my hand.
With a trembling forearm, and a pit of butterflies in my stomach, I reached out and grabbed hold of Vigil’s penis, encircling it with my hands and feeling its throbbing hardness for the first time.