Twilight Sparkle's Night
One Night in Equestria - Twilight Sparkle's Night
As the sun set over another day in Ponyville, Twilight Sparkle said farewell to her friends and returned to the castle. For a short while she and Spike chatted to one another, musing about how calm the town had been during the later part of the day, and whether perhaps the warm summer weather was to blame for making ponies tire from their daily tasks more swiftly. All their talk of fatigue and tiredness soon took its toll on the young dragon, and he too retired to bed. Within minutes, Spike's snoring was echoing through the castle library. Peaceful, yes, but still loud enough to distract Twilight from the book in which her nose was buried.
The Alicorn sighed softly. She glanced towards Spike, then back to her book, and finally towards the library door which she knew would lead her swiftly to her own bedchamber. Her cheeks reddened slightly, and with a swift shake of the head Twilight returned her attention to her book. She wasn't tired in the slightest, and going to bed now would not be a productive use of the Princess' valuable time. Indeed under any normal circumstances, Twilight very much doubted that Spike's snoring would have distracted her in the slightest. It was almost as if she was looking for an excuse to retire to bed early. Looking for a reason to find herself alone.
Grinding her forelegs into the stone floors beneath her, Twilight squirmed on the spot. She frowned, angry at herself for having such poor self control. This was silly. Was she really, actually having to have an internal debate about this? About why she should of course stay up and read this fascinating history of the interactions between Griffins and Ponies over the last millennia, rather than...
Twilight's cheeks burned brighter, and a shiver ran down her spine, making her tail twitch in uncontrolled excitement.
Exhaling with a sharp snort, Twilight's horn glowed, slamming the book shut. Close by, Spike stirred. Groaning and muttering something about double chocolate chip and emerald cookies before rolling over and sinking back into a sound slumber. With slightly more control, the Princess returned the book to its shelf and exited the library, closing the door gently behind her.
She trotted along the corridor to her bedchamber, muttering to herself aloud in concern.
"What's wrong with you tonight, Twilight Sparkle? You're acting like some hormone ridden teenage filly, not a Princess."
Shaking her head, she paused by a mirror; glaring at herself with stern composure.
"Well, I'm not standing for this. I'm... I'm not going to do it. I'm going to go to my room, get into bed, a-and... and have an early night. If I have to lie awake for hours and hours, just staring up at the ceiling, so be it."
Soon the Princess found herself in her bedchamber. It was silly, but her bed looked bigger than usual. More comfortable and inviting. She felt her already flushed cheeks burning crimson as she slipped under the covers, rolling over onto her back. Twilight Sparkle forced her eyes to close, onto for them to spring open again mere seconds later.
"O-oh... oh my..."
Biting her bottom lip, she more carefully and slowly closed her eyes once more. Again they jerked back open just a second or so after.
"Oh, c-c'mon, Twilight. Don't do this to yourself..."
Addressing herself not with sternness, but instead with a rather nervous, bashful whimper, Twilight pressed her eyes closed one last time. Behind her eyelids, images instantly began to spring to life. Images not fit for a Princess to be imagining. Rude images. Lewd images. Random flashes of other ponies, some she knew, some invented entirely by her imagination. Memories and fantasies all rolled up into one constant, unfiltered stream of consciousness. All linked by a single theme; the theme which Twilight Sparkle had been skirting around since she first sat down in the library early that evening.
Twilight shuddered with unbearable longing as she recalled an occasion last year when she took a wrong turn within Canterlot castle, coming upon one of the Royal Guard quarters. There she found a lone guard off duty, clearly having just finished a long night shift. His armour lay strewn about the floor of his chamber, while the pony himself stood in the centre of the floor. Head hanging low, eyes closed, focused and placid as with one foreleg he reached between his rear limbs and rubbed at his stiff, dripping shaft.
She'd barely seen him for a second before bashfully closing the door once again, and if he'd been aware of her either during or immediately after that moment, the guard had never said anything. But no matter how brief her voyeurism had lasted, the image had apparently worked its way deep into Twilight Sparkle's mind. Deep enough to remain undisturbed until this very moment, when it sprang forth with devastating clarity.
"Ohh..."
A bashful, yet undeniably relieved whimper escaped the Princess' lips as she felt her horn begin to glow, and a faint magenta hue began to shine through the bedsheets almost directly over her crotch. Twilight Sparkle had tried, really she had. But much as she wanted to be restrained and sensible and Princess-like, even in private, the pony knew that sometimes a filly needed to give her body what it needed. And what she seemed to need right now, was satisfaction. Sexual satisfaction.
She needed to masturbate. To achieve orgasm. To climax. To cum.
The alicorn's cheeks flushed, and she giggled to herself.
She needed to stop being such a bookworm, and put her talents to good use. If she was going to relent, after all. If Twilight Sparkle was going to give into her base urges and masturbate, there was no sense in doing things by halves.
"Remember, body... you wanted this."
Smirking again as she uttered a warning to herself, Twilight began to focus on the magic she was already channelling towards the intimate regions of her body. With a modified clairvoyance spell she identified her key targets, mapping them out within herself. Her clitoris. Her g-spot. Several other points within her innermost workings which Twilight knew to be particularly sensitive. Soon she could feel them. Magic surging and pulsing through those points like brightly glowing beacons. Already she could feel her excitement spilling over, her pussy getting wet, her clitoris stiffening and beginning to protrude from beneath its hood. Her already sensitive flesh becoming even more so as her heart raced and her blood flow to those intimate regions increased.
The alicorn took a deep breath, centring herself. She always did this now, before embarking on such intimate adventures as this. After all, magical masturbation of this sort wasn't like any other kind. It wasn't like anything Twilight Sparkle had ever felt before she'd learned how to do it. As far as she knew, she was the only pony in Equestria would was capable of this sort of masturbation. That thought made her blush deeper, and tremble with delight. If that was the case, she was one truly lucky filly. For the way she pleased herself, the way she masturbated... even now, years after first considering and attempting the idea, it never failed to blow Twilight Sparkle's mind.
Rolling over onto her knees, Twilight buried her face in her pillow. She tossed the covers off herself with a brief flick of her wings, knowing that if she didn't do so now they'd end up either half way across the room, or tangled up around her wings and tail. She squirmed with anticipation, drew in one last shuddering lungful of air, and launched her first magical assault.
Pure, focused magical stimulation erupted from every sweet-spot which Twilight Sparkle had identified in herself. Every cell, every millimetre and micron of nerve endings all firing off at the same precise moment. Not stimulated just for an instant, nor for a second, but on and on and on; a more intense and savage wave of pleasure than any pony could grant with hooves, tongue or any manner of natural intimate appendages.
With a muffled giddy wail, Twilight Sparkle's body burst into an instant, magically enhanced orgasm. She went from zero to one hundred percent complete ecstasy in the flash of a horn, and shrieked into her pillow as her tail flagged upward, twitching out of the way of the jet of juices which began to gush and squirt from her pussy in brief, potent bursts. Her eyes rolled wildly within her skull, the magical energy of her horn fluctuating as she fought to maintain control through the furious intensity of her climax. But she wouldn't let herself give in. Wouldn't let it end yet. The best, after all, was still to come.
Shrieking joyously, Twilight launched phase two. The pleasure pummelling the alicorn's lithe body more than doubled in intensity, and a magenta glow burned from behind the Princess' fluttering eyelids as she brought her own fantasies to life within her mind's eye. Suddenly all those ponies she'd been trying not to fantasise about before were flooding her thoughts, not just with brief flashes, but focused and detailed live action replays. She saw countless ponies; mares and stallions alike, whinnying and wailing in their own orgasmic ecstasy. Their gleeful, overwhelmed faces etched into Twilight's mind, and further enhancing her own pleasure.
Finally, with her pussy visibly convulsing; squeezing and clutching at the stallion which instinct told her should have been buried inside Twilight's depths, the Princess took the final step to ensure her satisfaction and supreme euphoria. With a violent flash of magical energy that sent magenta lightning crackling around her bedchamber, Twilight Sparkle vanished.
She reappeared an instant later, deep within the old, dusty dungeon of the castle. Kneeling upon a perfectly placed hay-stuffed mattress to ensure her comfort, Twilight threw back her head and unleashed the full fury of her magic upon herself. Her whole rear end glowed and sparked with volatile magical energy. Her g-spot and aching clitoris, already over-stimulated to the extreme, were suddenly and forcefully hammered by pleasure many magnitudes greater than that already surging through them, and with a fresh flood of her ejaculate and a desperate, primal scream, Twilight hit her apex.
"Nnh-hahhhhhhh!"
Less than ten seconds later, Twilight Sparkle's magic gave out. Her nether regions ceased glowing, and with another sharp crackle of magic the alicorn's short-term, boomerang teleportation spell dragged her back to her starting point.
With a heavy thud and a grunt of ecstasy, Twilight Sparkle's head hit the pillows.
Eyes wide open and glazed, mouth hanging loose and tongue sticking out with a goofy grin, Twilight gurgled as she felt her pussy continuing to throb and convulse with residual orgasmic pleasure.
Her hooves were still twitching, her wings quivering and fully flared even as her eyelids began to swiftly flutter and droop. Indeed, even as Twilight Sparkle's limbs finally went limp, and with a joyously satisfied whimper she sank into an immediate deep sleep, her body still wasn't done. For almost a minute longer her nether regions twitched and spasmed, still trying to process all the pleasurable sensation which had passed through them in those few minutes of furious, intense ecstasy.
Even for Princess Twilight, for a magic user as adept as her, her body's continued reaction was confirming what she'd known as the last shreds of consciousness fled her fatigued, pleasure-blown mind. It had been a flawless performance. Probably the best of her life. She had never cum so long and so hard.
She may have gotten an early night, but Twilight Sparkle suspected that after a peak like that, she was going to need a lie-in the following morning.
By Jeeves