Happy at Her Heels
Happy at Her Heels
-By Drace Domino
“Twilight, I’m home!” Principal Celestia cupped a hand over her mouth, calling out through the halls towards the young woman that was no doubt eagerly waiting for her return. As soon as the woman stepped inside she kicked out of her heels and pulled her hands into her pockets; tossing aside her wallet and keys in a nearby bowl right by the door. By the time she finished unloading her pockets and locking the door behind her she could already hear movement rushing her way; so eager and fast that the older woman couldn’t help but smile. A smile she only barely managed to contain and repress by the time the pretty, purple young woman came around the corner.
And there she was: Twilight Sparkle, Principal Celestia’s prize student turned lover. It had been over a year now since the young lady had moved in with her teacher, one year in which she had chosen a life of beautiful, sweet submission to the older woman. In that time Twilight Sparkle had taken to the role of teacher’s pet in quite a literal fashion, stepping forward into the room with the same sort of eager gaze that a beloved family pet would upon seeing her master. She stepped out into the room almost completely naked save for a thin apron that she wore across her chest and lap; tied behind her bare back and leaving her rear completely exposed. Outside of that flawless white cloth she only wore her glasses, set against her face framed by the dark purple locks of hair pulled into a neat, tidy bun.
“Welcome home, Principal Celestia!” She beamed, sticking to the title even though it had been some time since she was merely Twilight’s principal. She twirled in place to show the older woman her outfit; or lack thereof, making sure that Celestia could take a long, appreciative look at her purple backside. When she turned back to face her she was just as giddy as ever, even fidgeting a little as she stepped forward, her voice trembling with great excitement. “Dinner will be ready in an hour, Miss! Can...Can I do anything for you? Give you a backrub? Draw you a bath? Could I...Could I go down on y-”
“Shhh, dear, in a while.” Celestia just smiled at that, moving a hand forward and pressing a finger to the young woman’s lips to silence her. She quirked a slender brow as her hand swept forward; moving past Twilight’s purple cheek and across a bare shoulder, drifting down inch by inch. Twilight just stood there with a blush and a smile as Celestia appraised her beloved pet, those fingers travelling down until she took a tight, fierce hold of her tight little rear. There Celestia’s fingers sank into the soft and pleasant flesh, and she gripped it hard and fiercely until the young woman gasped in sudden delight. Only when Twilight settled back down did Celestia speak again, the same teasing smile on her lips. “...as tight as ever. You should wear clothes that show your ass off more often, dear.”
“Y-Yes, Principal Celestia! I’ll definitely take note of that!” Upon that fact Twilight was telling the truth, and no sooner did she say it did her hands dip into the front of her apron, fishing out a notepad and pen. Eagerly she began to write down that very instruction, her lips moving as she did so from a subconscious tick. “...wear...more...clothes...that show off...my...butt…” There was no sound as she mouthed them, but Celestia had long since learned to read her lover’s lips while she took her notes.
Twilight was...always taking notes. How to be a better student, a better lover, a better part of her principal’s life. At first it had thrown Celestia for a loop, when after the first time she coaxed her purple student to go down on her wet, mature sex Twilight had bounced up with juice smearing her cheeks and a dozen questions on her tongue. After Celestia had hit her peak Twilight needed to know just about every little thing; if her tongue work was okay, if Celestia liked where her fingers rested, if the pacing of her breath was adequate...so many questions from such an eager, hungry young woman. Celestia, in her kindness and her gentle and loving domination of her beloved Twilight, answered what she could while telling her to figure the rest of it out herself.
That day was over a year ago, and Twilight was still taking notes left and right.
“I’m going to read for a bit, dear.” Celestia finally spoke as she padded her way into the living room, sweeping past a picture of the two of them where Twilight was wearing a leather leash and nothing else, and she finally moved to settle herself down into a comfortable recliner near a tall bookshelf. As soon as she was seated she gestured towards the shelf itself, quirking a brow and gazing at her apron-clad lover once more. “Pick me out a book. Something...adventurous. If it’s something that I just can’t put down, you’ll need to keep me company through the evening while I read it.”
“Oh, I know just the one, Principal Celestia! I can’t wait!” Twilight practically giggled, and with her usual enthusiasm bounced straight towards the bookshelf. Her hand moved up to square her glasses against her face and she bit down on her bottom lip, scanning the shelf eagerly for the story that she had caught sight of the other day. The promise that Celestia had made to her, a promise of a long evening spent watching the older woman read, was a genuine one that meant the world to the young woman. If there was one thing Twilight loved as much as Celestia it was books, and she could sit there watching one read the other well into the evening. The happiest times she had ever had in the past year had been while Celestia had read one of her recommendations, petting her hair fondly while Twilight knelt at the foot of her chair, and every so often giving her gentle, kind instructions.
“Fetch me some coffee, dear.” Was a common one, and Twilight would always race to do so.
“I’ll finish this in bed, Twilight. Lay out my night clothes.” Similarly, the girl would dash to do just that.
Sometimes, the instructions weren’t even verbal. When Celestia would sit there reading her book, if she moved to stretch her knees apart and spread herself out, Twilight knew full well what to do. It was an indication that Celestia desired a bit of carnal pleasure while she read, and her student was, as ever, eager to please.
Now a fresh book rested in Twilight’s hands, and she dashed it over to Celestia with a glorious smile spread across her pretty features. When she handed it off Celestia gave her the tender kindness of her hand brushing her fingers down the side of the girl’s cheek; a sweet moment that left Twilight visibly shudder in pure bliss from the contact. Her teacher, her beloved Celestia, paying her such kind affection was the closest thing to paradise she could possibly imagine.
“Do you need anything else, Miss?” Twilight asked, fidgeting with the edge of her apron as she watched Celestia flip the book open. The older woman crossed one knee over the other as she began to read; her eyes scanning the pages in precise and focused form and letting the question hang in the air. She let it sit for a while, forcing Twilight to just stand there waiting for a response, and once she finished the first page Celestia finally looked up from her page.
“Just dinner when it’s finished, dear.” The older woman offered, and let her fingers dance forward to offer the spot at the foot of the chair. There was a pillow there; soft and comfortable with the words ‘Twilight Sparkle’ embroidered in a fancy cloth. A housewarming gift from Rarity, when she found out her friend would be moving in with the woman of her dreams. “You can hold my leg, if you wish.”
“Ohh, I definitely wish to, Miss!” Twilight just beamed and dropped down on the pillow, one arm moving out to hold against her one of Celestia’s legs. She rested her head to the other woman’s knee and settled herself in nice and content, her naked rear settling into the pillow and the apron hugging her lovely figure. Before the night was over, there’d be plenty of more opportunities for her to please her beloved Celestia, that much she knew. There was dinner to finish and a shower to draw, and if she was lucky, a chance to wash her beloved owner’s hair while she did so. And at night, if she was really good and Celestia enjoyed the newest book she was offered, she might even get the treat of being allowed to taste her.
To drink from Celestia’s nethers, to bring her teacher glorious happiness and excitement...it was the dream of any true teacher’s pet. Twilight, as happy as ever, held close to Celestia’s leg and drew in a long and happy sigh. When Celestia’s fingers flipped a new page before dropping down into her hair, the young woman practically melted in delight.
“...I love you so much, Principal Celestia…” She whimpered, and though she spoke out of turn the older woman didn’t reprimand her for it. Instead, the fingers teasing her hair simply smoothed against the top of her head, giving her a loving, gentle pat.
“I know, dear.” She offered simply, never giving her too much. She hadn’t yet said the words back to Twilight Sparkle, not once in over a year, but she was saving it for a special occasion.
Besides, anyone could see that the teacher loved her pet just as deeply.
The End.