Where the Mind Roams
Story Notes:
This is a sequel to Where a Mind Wanders; if you haven't, you probably should read that one first.
Steam rose from the water’s rippled surface in a gentle, moist haze, beads of glittering condensation rolling down the blades of vibrant-green grass that sprouted freely around the shaded stones. The fluid heat rose in sharp contrast to the gentle nip of mountain air, its chill dampened by the steady sun that had already chased the early-morning mists from the tiny private valley.
A sigh escaped Princess Celestia as skilled hooves worked their way down and up her spine, one pair at the base of her wings and one near the croup, just above the golden star of her cutiemark. “You make life worth living.” the princess groaned, sinking deeper into her personalized state of bliss as one of the spa-attendants slid in to gently preen her wings with specialized tweezers and combs. “I should have discovered you a thousand years ago.”
“Yes, m’lady.” Buttergold obediently replied as she swept pre-warmed oil into the skin of the sungoddess’ cutiemark, rubbing with controlled vigor. “Of course, back then, spas were not as popular, yas?”
“There were none in Canterlot before about... three hundred years ago, I think?” Summer Shower jumped into the conversation smoothly enough, always eager for smalltalk even though she never let it interrupt her careful work on the princess’ wingfeathers, “And your royal highness had her first ever true spa visit but fourty-three years ago.”
“I remember that visit.” an elderly and decidedly grey-maned unicorn mare by the dubious name of Steamy groaned as she tenderly (and magically) spread a sapphire-blue gel along the length of Celestia’s prodigious horn. “It was the Perfect Pony Pedi spa parlour. We had quite a little panic when the receptionist saw you walking through the spa door unannounced, highness. Worse yet when we discovered the baths were too small for the royal physique. I believe my old boss had a good three or four near-heartattacks that day.”
“It was still worth it. Even with the tiny baths.” the princess nigh-purred, eyes closing as she rested her head on the pillow in front of her, luxuriating in the sheer, decadently-extravagant pampering. Buttergold’s hooves slowly worked their way across the royal hindquarters, each firm stroke pushing into the oil-slickened flanks and hips. Her stifles and thighs lightly clamped around the princess’ sides, the masseuse pushed her weight into the large muscles of Celestia’s back end, sometimes leaning in so close that the princess could feel Buttergold’s warm breath on her taildock.
The light tug and brush of the feathercombs ended as Summer Shower set down her tools in favor of a piece of slick cloth. With her wings spread wide, the pegasus slipped under one of the princess’ great feathered limbs, supporting it with her body as she began gently oiling the underside. Starting at the tip, she gave every individual feather a gentle brush and a new gleam.
The delicate flow of bow across snares rose thinly from a nearby open tent, well away from the water. Musical strings added to the soothing atmosphere as a grey, serious-looking hired musician-pony worked her magic. Cracking open an eye through the haze, Celestia cast a glance in the instrument’s general direction; she remembered when it and its kin were first brought into Equestria by a group of far-traveling, adventurous ponies. What was it they called it? Ah yes, ‘fat lute’.
“Does the choice of music please you, highness?” Steamy asked, momentarily taking her eyes from the princess’ horn to discard both the jar of horncream as well as its rubbery applicator, and draw a soaked towel from a heating pan. Trailing wisps of steam and radiating the soft glow of unicorn magic, the towel wrapped itself around the princess’ foreleg. Water trickled down the pearly white coat while heady heat slowly soaked into the enshrouded muscles.
“Oh, this could not be more perfect. Music, treatment, everything.” Celestia sighed, rising slightly from the bath to allow Steamy to apply another moist, heated towel to her other leg.
“I-is there something wrong with that cloud?” Buttergold suddenly sputtered, going tense as she spotted a trickle of smoke slithering towards them through the otherwise nigh-untainted skies as if seeking them out with purpose. Quickly, the small wave of smog dragged itself through the thick haze of steam and rose up to meet the princess, where it coalesced with a sudden fire-enhanced ‘pop!’.
“Well-well, looks like I might be proven wrong; it just got better. Twilight Sparkle usually takes a lot longer to discover something new in her studies.” Celestia couldn’t restrain a faint smile as, with a flick of magic, she unfurled the loosely-organized pages and began to read. “And it’s in prose, how unusual.”
Calmer now that she knew that no smokey assassins awaited, Buttergold turned her attention back to her task. With gentle, but firm care, she took the princess’ hindleg, and slo-o-owly stretched it out behind her, lifting it until it partially broke the water’s surface. Seated on her haunches on a conveniently-placed stone, she firmly ran her free hoof across the tensing muscles, and steadily rubbed them into relaxed submission before letting the leg settle back under the princess’ body. The other leg received similar treatment, stretched until the joints popped and massaged until everything relaxed. Finally, the earth pony turned her attention to the glorious rainbow falls of Celestia’s tail. Clamping her teeth lightly around its base and brush on-hoof, Buttergold quietly revelled in the simple fact that she, of very few ponies, was allowed to even touch the princess’ tail. Celestia trusted her, trusted her to have no ulterior motives, no undue thoughts... what was that smell?
Summer Shower’s eyes closed as she nosed into the luxurious down along the underside of the sun-goddess’ wing, the oilcloth between her lips carefully tracing the delicate-seeming tufts of cloudy white, giving them a glowing sheen that - The pegasus suddenly realized the wing she was working on had disappeared and opened her eyes... to see the princess’ entire wingspan in its full glory, rising and stretching stiffly heavenward. Summer Shower strangled a gasp as her cheeks flushed crimson; she knew what that meant, she was a pegasus after all. She never imagined she’d see the princess performing the instinctual courtship display, however!
Celestia’s face hadn’t gone entirely untouched itself, the slightest hint of pink shading the skin, “Oh dear. I never imagined Twilight Sparkle’s feeling regarding my person were quite so... Steamy?”
Steamy startled, quickly jerking her head back from being near cheek-to-cheek to the sun-goddess herself. “I-I wasn’t reading along!” she squeaked in a desperate attempt to deny the obvious.
Celestia sighed and placed her forehooves firmly on the spa bath’s edge. “I’m so very sorry, but I think that perhaps it’s best I cancel the remainder of my spa appointment.” Water cascaded from her flanks as she clambered from the bath. With a quick flick of her horn, her telekinesis smoothly undid the towels wrapped around her forelimbs, using them to rub some of the excess oil from her body. “I’ll be taking my shower earlier today. Please tell my assistants to have pen and paper waiting in my chambers while I consider a proper response to my faithful student’s letter.”
* * *
Though large, the room felt surprisingly cozy. Fire flickered and sputtered on the blackened hearthstones, filling the room with its crimson glow and dancing shadows. A wide table with legs so short they might as well have been nonexistent stood in the corner, covered in bowls of snacks and bottles of drink. White, disposable paper cups with bright little sun-patterns stood at attention like rows upon rows of soldiers in parade formation, eager to sacrifice themselves to save ponies from thirst. Mattresses and sleeping bags lay dense upon the floor, almost as dense as the little ponies sprawled throughout the room, forming giggling and murmuring little clusters.
...and Twilight Sparkle didn’t know any of them. Feeling a little awkward, the unicorn carefully made her way across the pony-strewn floor, levitating a box wrapped in paper, ribbons and magic in front of her.
“Twilight Sparkle, my faithful student, you’ve arrived.” Celestia’s warm voice was quick to welcome the uncertain unicorn from where the princess herself lay draped across a large pillow, not far from the back wall. “You’re looking a little lost, is everything alright?”
“Oh, ah, ehm... nothing’s wrong, princess. I just never imagined a birthday pyjama party could be this... big. Slumber one-oh-one didn’t mention anything about it and I read that book like, a dozen times. I just know I had to bring a gift and... tadaa?”
Celestia laughed softly, “Did you bring me one gift or two?” She glanced at the hovering, be-ribboned box, before gesturing in the direction of the equally ribbon-festooned Twilight Sparkle.
The purple unicorn found herself blushing a bit, “What do you- oh. I... happened to mention the invitation to Rarity, and she insisted on designing a new set of pyjamas for me to wear. I suppose the big ribbon on my tailbase does kinda make me look a little like a gift. I’m not, though- I mean, not that I wouldn’t want to be a gift for you but that’s not what I meant and-”
The princess interrupted with a soft, but well-humored laugh, “Oh Twilight Sparkle, it was just a joke. I’ll open up your present, and then you should mingle with the others. I’m sure you’ll find some ponies who want to be your friends.” A flick of powerful magic gently took the box from Twilight’s telekinetic grasp, and peeled it of its papery covering with an enviable grace. The ribbon came loose with a slow tug, the box unfolding with nary a crease nor tear.
It was a book, predictably. Paper-white, bound with effort but obviously not with professional tools. Its front cover was a large photo of Twilight Sparkle as a little filly, looking up at the camera with large, shining eyes. “That’s very nice, Twilight Sparkle. I knew you wrote, but never realized you finished a book titled-” Celestia glanced at the book’s cover again, “ ‘Please Don’t Banish Me’..? It sounds very interesting. I’ll put it on the table with the other gifts. I’m sure it’ll be a wonderful read.”
No searing hot flames, no banishment to either sun or moon, no dungeons or even guards, Twilight Sparkle felt a weight fall off of her chest. Perhaps the princess had forgiven her for accidentally sending her a clopfiction story? Perhaps she hadn’t even read it? A little more relaxed, the unicorn soon found herself chatting not only with the princess, but with several ponies with interests overlapping her own. A unicorn mare of advancing age even asked Twilight Sparkle for some writing tips!
As the hours swept past and evening fell to night (aided by a bit of alicorn magic), the conversations grew ever more subdued. Heavy eyelids and yawns grew prevalent as fatigue finally started to put a damper on the party. Celestia rose from her seat and spread her wings to draw attention for an announcement; “Alright, my little ponies. It’s time to turn in for the night. Everypony’s got their assigned bedding, but if you want to do any switching, now’s the time.”
Twilight Sparkle blinked. Her invitation never mentioned assigned bedding, and as the sleeping bags filled with various ponies, her sudden worry became a dreadful reality: There was no place for her! “Princess? Princess Celestia? I don’t seem to have a spot. Where am I going to sleep?”
“Oh Twilight Sparkle, my faithful student,” Celestia began, and gestured to the over-sized, sun-themed bed set up in the corner, “you’ll be sleeping with me.”
The purple unicorn produced a choked little noise.
The princess, already halfway to the bed, turned to look at the unusually-rigid Twilight quizzically, “Coming?”
“Hnnnggnno-o-o, of course not. T-that would be silly. Ponies don’t do that in p-public, in front of the princess and... oh, you mean... yes, I’ll come over... in a moment. First I have to go to the bathroom to dry my neth- ehm - mane! Because it’s sweaty. Because it’s so very, very hot here. Yes.” The furiously-blushing Twilight wobbled to the bathroom on suddenly-unsteady legs, her tail clamped tightly between her thighs.
By the time the unicorn returned, refreshed but rosy-cheeked, the princess had already settled into her capacious bedding, magic sweeping aside the comforter to make room for her favored student. “I wouldn’t want to impose, princess. I’ll just lay over here so I don’t-” A little nervously, Twilight Sparkle found a little spot on the far side of the bed...and promptly rolled up against Celestia’s side as the dent made in the luxuriously-soft mattress by the princess’ large body turned gravity into the unicorn’s foe. “Ah! I-I’m sorry, princess! I-it’s your weight on the mattress-”
Celestia’s face fell visibly, halting her student mid-sentence, “And I put such effort into my diet.”
“I-I didn’t mean to say-”
A small chuckle interrupted the frazzled Twilight. “I was joking, Twilight Sparkle. Go to sleep, I don’t mind if you lay there. Better that than have you roll into me again while we’re both asleep, don’t you think?”
Twilight Sparkle chuckled at that, “That would be quite the way to wake up, I suppose.” With that, she settled further into the dent, closing her eyes as she wondered if she’d be able to just lay there for a little, just to stay near the princess. The bed really was awfully soft, the comforter such a warm shroud of pegasus down, the steady breath of the princess almost entrancing, the scent of Celestia so close so soothing, the...
A small snore escaped the unconscious unicorn.
But while sleep came easy, it wasn’t easy sleep; images rose and burst into existence as dreams grabbed a hold of Twilight Sparkle:
“Order in the court!” The voice of the sun princess snapped through the room like a whip, accented by the loud bang of her golden horseshoe smacking the already-cracking wood of her podium. The steady static of voices respectfully quieted only to be drowned by Luna’s Canterlot-style roar moments later: “We, the people of Equestria, stand in persecution of the unicorn Twilight Sparkle. She stands accused of writing the perversest of clopfiction about royalty, wishing to bury her snout between royal thighs, breaking copyright law in regards to Quill Howling, and dressing up like a birthday gift!”
“You have heard the accusations, my perverse and naughty student Twilight Sparkle. How do you plead?” Celestia asked, glaring down at the unicorn from the towering height of her judge’s seat. Twilight Sparkle blinked, disoriented as she suddenly found herself in the defendant’s stand, legs and horn shackled in unusually-fuzzy manacles. “I-I ehm.. innocent..?”
A gasp went through the collected jury ponies.
“Very well, my kinky and filthy student. Is there any pony who will defend this wanton slut?”
Twilight Sparkle swallowed loudly as the entire court went absolutely still, the unicorn frantically looking for a friendly face among the countless ponies. That might’ve been the reason she was caught off-guard when her vision suddenly filled with a spray of confetti and pink: “I’ll defend slutty mcslutslut!”, Pinkie Pie squealed, bouncing onto the defendant’s stand and giving Twilight a vigorous hug. Another explosion of confetti and, worryingly enough, a gout of infernal flames and Pinkie Pie was suddenly clad in a neatly-pressed black suit with a red tie.
Hefting her freshly-incarnated briefcase onto the table, the pink attorney-at-law giggled, “Don’t you worry, Twilight Sparkle. I got the absolutely-perfect defense prepared rightio!” Flipping open the briefcase, she quickly slapped a set of folders onto the table before beginning to leaf through the paper. She giggled, then blushed, “Oopsie! Sorry Twilight, I kinda eentie-peentsie forgot that you can’t read in dreams! Silly me! We’ll just have to swing it and wing it!”
Celestia sighed and turned her attention to the prosecutor’s stand. “Very well. My beloved sister princess Luna, please start with your opening monologue.”
Luna’s Canterlot Voice was as thunderous as ever, sending the defense’ lilac-shaded folders and their contents flying everywhere. “It is our pleasure. Thine little unicorn student has recently been caught red-hooved sending perilously-perverted ponygraphy to none other than the royal highness, Princess Celestia herself! Forcing her poor dragon sexpet to send the message wasn’t enough, no: Not only that, but it was a self-insertion story! Worse yet, she dared write herself having sex with a member of the cast!”
“Objection!” Pinkie Pie squealed enthusiastically, slapping the table in front of her with both hooves, “She also had sex with Far Spotter, and he’s a fictional character!”
“Hear hear!” shouted Far Spotter from the witness’ bench, waving a forehoof menacingly, “She made me cheat on my beloved Brightheart with her! She shamelessly replaced my beloved mare with herself mid-coitus. It was rape, I tell you!”
“Pinkie Pie, you’re supposed to be defending me!” Twilight Sparkle wailed as she cringed, shrinking in on herself with every accusation.
“Then let it here be known:” Celestia began, “Twilight Sparkle has been found guilty of shameless nymphomania in the presence of royalty. For this, there is only one punishment.”
“Mooning?” Luna offered hopefully.
“The royal public corporal punishment!”
“Ooh, we believe this to be even better!” Princess Luna excitedly slapped her forehooves together, clapping.
Within a flash, Twilight Sparkle suddenly found herself bound wide-legged in the middle of Ponyville, padded stocks holding her forelimbs and neck while her hindlegs were forced brazenly-spread by a set of fuzzy cuffs. Blushing like a lighthouse on fire, Twilight Sparkle attempted to find some kind of modesty by clamping her tail down, eyes trailing through the dense audience of condemning ponyville residents, all of which had mysteriously acquired pyjamas from somewhere.
“My filthy little filly Twilight Sparkle,” came Celestia’s voice from behind, and Twilight could feel her tail casually being flipped out of the way. “It’s time... for the paddle.”
The first smack sent a shock through Twilight’s body, rocking her forwards against the wooden stocks. The second hit her hind-end dead-on. Within moments, Celestia’s magic was vigorously paddling the purple unicorn hindquarters, the flesh growing increasingly red while a furious heat began building in the pupil’s lower body. “You’re a filthy, naughty little filly, Twilight Sparkle.”
Slick moisture began leaving gleaming stains on the paddle as the whimpering unicorn desperately tried to hold back the growing fire in her loins. “N-no, princess! Mercy! Please stop! If you keep paddling, I’m... I’m going to-”
...jerk awake. Her breath a rapid, raspy rush, she panted, eyes wide yet seeing naught but the black of a dark room. “Oh Celestia, what a strange nightmare.”
“Hmm? What is it, Twilight Sparkle?” came a familiar voice from the darkness a mere hoofspan away, causing the unicorn to go rigid as her heart jumped into her throat. For a moment there, she’d forgotten where she was! “I take it you can’t sleep, my faithful student?”
“I didn’t mean to wake you up, princess!” Twilight whispered, perhaps a little harshly as she fought to swallow her heart back down.
“Don’t worry, Twilight Sparkle, you didn’t wake me up. I fear I must confess I couldn’t sleep, myself, either. May I ask you, this friend who designed your pyjamas, is that the same up-and-coming fashionista who is known for sewing cut gems into most, if not all of her designs?”
“Ah, ehm... yes, yes she is, actually. Why do you ask?”
“I couldn’t help but notice that your pyjamas are a little... pokey.”
Twilight winced, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let Rarity-”
“Sssh, Twilight. Let me unwrap one last present, and I’ll help both of us get to sleep.” With that, the darkness gained a hint of sunlight, a gleam of gold in the black that trailed along the long, fluted length of Celestia’s horn. The glow flowed forth, a thin, spiralling current that lightly caught at the comforter, and peeled it aside, arranging it in a soft-walled nest around the two ponies.
The little unicorn stared on in awe. Never before had she seen magic handled so delicately. If she tried anything like that, her horn would’ve lit up both the blankets and the entire room, spilling light everywhere. But here, here she could see the naked strands of golden energy without their luminescent shroud for the very first time in her life. She couldn’t help but feel a stab of envy, so much she still had to learn...
And that’s when she felt the ribbon around the base of her tail come undone, slipping away as her magnificent, if pokey pyjamas loosened, sliding from her body in the faint rustle of cloth across naked fur. A quick flick of arcane gold, and the gem-encrusted material was cast aside. Pure darkness returned as even that tiny brush of magic disappeared.
A soft, warm breath washed across Twilight Sparkle’s horn, moments before a warm tongue pressed itself against her forehead, sliding up, then down to her neck. Each stroke of that tongue leaving a trail of cooling saliva in its wake. Each lick slowly working its way down her snout, across her cheeks, her chin, her throat. The unicorn’s muscles tightened in shock the moment she acquired a celestia-given cowlick, but after several long seconds, she found herself leaning into the slow, warm grooming.
Hot breath washed through Twilight’s ear, a tongue followed across its outer shell, the princess of the sun gently licking her way along the top of the unicorn’s head, through her mane, to the other ear, before working her way down to her withers. In the perfect black, only Twilight’s mind was aware that the mare next to her was her mentor and the most powerful pony of all Equestria. Her senses only told her she lay somewhere warm, pressed against the side of a beloved mare so much bigger than her, who was slowly and lovingly grooming her.
As long minutes passed, Twilight found herself beginning to doze, folded in a warmth and a sense of belonging as that tongue, that large snout and that warm breath worked across her body. Languidly sliding onto her side, tired after a long, stressful day, half asleep and nestled against the larger mare’s flank, the unicorn found herself steadily sinking into blissful darkness... in the depths of her mind, a tiny, primal little voice bubbled forth. Weakened by the span of years and shy as a nervous little bird, it whispered one word with the power of instincts long forgotten:
...mama...
Purple lips moved faintly in the darkness, mouthing the word silently, unnoticed as a hoof gently rolled her onto her back, and the princess’ snout lightly grazed down the length of her chest. Once cleansed with soft, warm strokes, Celestia let the grain of her student’s fur guide her lower still, to find the fuzzy swirl of her belly button by touch alone. A lick, a featherlight kiss, and the princess moved lower still, heated breath flooding the valleys where thighs met abdomen. Wet muscle brushed around sensitive, intimate flesh, carefully moving in from the outer edges.
One of the unicorn’s hindlegs twitched, but Twilight, eyes closed and breathing steady, gave only a sleepy little mew as she rubbed her cheek lightly against her mentor’s side. Unseen by all, Celestia smiled, and finally moved to kiss her pupil’s private treasure.
Suddenly, Twilight Sparkle was awake. Very, very, extremely and utterly awake, Luna-couldn’t-drink-this-much-coffee-awake. Eyes opened wide, the unicorn tried to think around the sudden rabbiting rush of her heart, “P-princess, what are you doing?!”
“Grooming you, Twilight Sparkle.” came Celestia’s oblique answer, “I found a spot that’s quite, hmm, wet.” Her nose lightly pressed to the little unicorn’s loins, tongue slipping out to caress the flushed folds, lingering along their outer edges.
Twilight’s face burned hot enough that she was sure it would show up as a visible glow in the dark, abdominal muscles fluttering in response to the teasing pleasures delivered to her lower regions. “T-that’s not helping it get any less wet, princess!” the little unicorn whispered harshly.
“Do you want me to stop, my dear student?” Celestia said, every word sending a wave of warm air across Twilight’s blossoming flower.
“I-... No, I mean... Is this for me? Because of my story? Because I wanted to-”
“Yes, because you want this to happen, but also because I would gladly do this for you. You are worth a lot to me, Twilight Sparkle.” Celestia murmured, twisting her neck to bring her face closer to Twilight’s. “Will you accept my gift?”
“Oh Celestia, yes!” Twilight moaned, although it might have been because of the firm caress of tongue to the unicorn’s lightly-flushed outer labia, finding the thin line separating them by feel alone. Gently, the princess parted the slickened flesh, tracing the warm valley between with the lightest touch, from the point her nose touched the scented hair of Twilight’s tail to the spot where she lightly kissed the unicorn’s pubic region.
But there, she did not linger. Shifting around again, she lightly rested her chest against the unicorn’s body, and leaned down to grant a sticky kiss, sharing breath and lips alike as Twilight’s cheeks and ears flushed like fire. Unsteady breath and tightened muscles trembled against Celestia’s skin, nervousness and excitement warring within the little unicorn until the confusion threatened to bring her to tears.
“Sshh.” the princess admonished gently, her kiss shifting to lightly caress Twilight’s face, “Don’t worry.” The gentle gleam of golden power trickled from the alicorn’s fluted length like dew, wafted into delicate arches that shone the barest of light across the two ponies’ features. “You’ll always be my faithful little student. Just enjoy as I fill you with knowledge.”
“K-knowledge?” a confused Twilight whimpered, her eyes suddenly catching sight of an object floating in from the darkness. Ebony wood gleamed softly in the grip of Celestia’s power, delicate silver engraving traced its smooth cylindrical length, its tapered endcaps merged into the art almost seamlessly. “Is that..?”
“One of the gifts. A scrollcase.” the princess leaned in, a light kiss planted against her student’s ear, and whispered, “Who knows what knowledge it holds?” It disappeared from view, but Twilight could still feel the smooth, cool material trailing its way down her belly. Within moments, it found purchase lower still, cradled between the outer folds, and but a breathspan beyond, resting against the hidden teardrop-shape - the sensitive, fluttering portal into her depths.
“I-” Twilight Sparkle drew a shuddering breath, “I trust you.”
Lips parted, and the unicorn’s gasp was muffled by the embrace of Celestia’s mouth. The scrollcase slid in deeper, the tapered end steadily giving way to the cylinder’s full girth, stretching the arousal-moistened, modest little keyhole open with gentle but insistent pressure. It lingered there, a moment’s rest to get used to the sensations sending twitches of pleasure and tingles of pain dancing past Twilight’s bellybutton.
But the unicorn was long lost to the kiss, forelegs trembling as she caressed them through Celestia’s flowing mane. Her uncertain hooves lightly tangled in the individual hairs as she found herself pulling the larger mare’s snout against hers with increasing force, desperate to drink deep of her mentor, her idol, her role-model, her dream, every drop she dared take.
The scrollcase backed out slightly, a hint of its dark length gleaming with the feminine moisture running in glittering trickles, channeled through the valleys of its silver engraving. Then it plunged in deep, driven by Celestia’s power until naught but its endcap remained outside Twilight’s flushed, slick sex. Inner muscles clenched, fluttering, dancing across the delicate filigree, trying to push, to hold, and to draw the makeshift sextoy deeper still.
The pain of stretching was lost in a sea of lust, and soon faded entirely in the rising flood of pleasure. Twilight’s chest tightened, air escaping in a muffled, whimpering moan, but she dared not break from the kiss to catch her breath, almost as if afraid she would starve if she stopped feeding her hunger for the princess’ passion.
Soft, moist noises joined the sound of rushing breath, a princess’ magic gently stroking the dark cylinder back and forth, plunging it into the student’s body with each thrust. Steadily, smoothly, Twilight Sparkle could feel the fire in her body swell, surge, tightening with her inner muscles to compact the intense force of the ever-growing sexual tension into a single line of concentrated power that led straight into her needy body from the top of that tiny keyhole into her depths.
She was almost there - that tension rising to a peak that used to be so familiar, but now seemed daunting and new, taller and higher than ever before... before she got there, however, the thrusting slowed.
Carefully, Celestia led her down the slopes again, gently coaxing her down to calmness without ever drawing away from her kiss.
The makeshift toy’s glacial speed melted and surged as the princess mercilessly returned Twilight to the peaks only to let her come down again. Like waves breaking against the beach, never quite reaching the grass, the princess guided, coaxed and forced the poor unicorn to meet the shores of pleasure just short of orgasm.
Until Twilight Sparkle could naught but let out a whimper, a soft, squeaky sob of frustration and need that finally broke the kiss. Lightly, gently, she felt Celestia’s forelegs clamp around her body, leaning in, resting Twilight’s cheek against the warm strength of her white, arched neck. A caring embrace.
...and the sun-goddess gave that final push...
Orgasm obliterated all thought, all emotion, all feeling. It was an unrelenting inferno of pleasure that drowned, burned and flooded the entirety of Twilight’s mind in a tsunami of light, sweeping all away and leaving only darkness...
When awareness returned, the unicorn found herself beside the princess again, nestled warmly against her side. The soft flow of the princess’ rainbow tail lay draped comfortingly across Twilight’s back, the mane lightly tickling her snout. Twilight Sparkle looked up, and no matter how dark it was, no matter that she couldn’t see, she knew Celestia was smiling down on her faithful student. “Celestia?” Twilight asked, squirming sleepily into the alicorn’s side, rolling onto her back to gaze up at that small, warm smile she could feel like the sun’s rays on her face.
“You’ve grown up so fast, my little student.” It sounded almost mournful. “You’ve become such a beautiful, mature mare. I remember still those awkward little legs, flailing and tripping all over themselves as a tearful little filly ran to my side because she didn’t understand a lesson and was afraid I’d be disappointed.”
Twilight Sparkle searched her memories. “What was the lesson?”
“I believe it was... sex-ed.”
“Oh.” The unicorn blushed. Now she remembered. “It’s years later and I still can’t believe you had two of your guards roleplay to help me understand how two colts-- They even popped the question.”
“Oh, you were ever the observant little filly, but what you missed...” Celestia lightly nuzzled Twilight’s cheek, “...the question was real. I’d suspected, but it took the questions of an inquisitive little mare, the ones no adult dared ask, to finally make both of them realize the truth. They’re still married to this day. You’ve brought joy to a lot more lives than you ever imagined.”
The comforter’s weight settled across Twilight Sparkle’s back, shrouding her in a cocoon of cloth and bodyheat. “Now sleep, my faithful student. I’ll watch over you until I, too, close my eyes.”
***
BONUS
Fresh morning light graced the table, pouring in through the east-facing windows of the private, royal dining room. Gold-clad hooves sank up to the graceful white ankles into the carpet’s slightly-excessive plush as Celestia found herself a seat at the modest little breakfast table. Her sister was already waiting, the breakfast of glistening, moist lettuce and carrot looking far fresher than the rather bleary-eyed princess of the night.
“Ahh, Luna. Seeing you every morning always starts my day off brighter.” Celestia shamelessly showed off her good mood as a proper morning pony as she dragged her morning repast in front of her, good-naturedly (and magically) nicking her sister’s fork in passing. “Have you been keeping up with your society studies?”
Princess Luna hesitated, picking at her meal with Celestia’s fork. “Sister.” she started, her eyes locked on the bowl in front of her, “We... have a question.”
“Hmm? Go right ahead, Luna. You know you can ask me anything.” A healthy pile of green disappeared into one of the sun-princess’ cheeks.
“The latest report Twilight Sparkle wrote for you, the one that accidentally rolled under your bed. That was... fictional, was it not? Not a new, modern method of teaching magic?”
A healthy pile of green disappeared into the sun-princess’ windpipe. Clearing the tears from her eyes and the partially-chewed sludge from the table, Celestia took a moment to compose herself, “Ah, ehm... that one? The one in prose form? Ah, yes, it’s fictional. Twilight Sparkle wrote it, although I suspect she never intended me to see it.”
“Oh.” Luna minced her forehooves along the edge of the table, eyes seemingly riveted to the sparkly crystal of her shoes. “Celestia? We wish to apologize. We believe you may soon receive some... harshly-worded letters from your School for Gifted Unicorns.”