Some might describe Dodge Junction as a sleepy little town, especially when compared to its more thriving sister city Appleoosa. Where Appleoosa was named for a fruit which all of Equestria found trade in, only a fraction of the country actually used Jubilee’s cherry factory for any real business. While there was a surge in activity round the annual National Dessert Competition, when many bakers found themselves in dire need of cherries for their creations. However, once the commotion of the contest passed, the town found itself mulling about, trying to find various ways to live out their dreary days.
Perhaps for that reason, Padfoot Trotsworth had decided to establish an emporium of wine and spirits just a few blocks from the towns’ railroad tracks. While met with some hostility at first, its’ presence had slowly been welcomed into the town. As each day went by, more and more ponies found themselves wandering into the place in search of something to bring themselves some comfort to their dull lives. Those in the business were happy to oblige the towns’ denizens; taking satisfaction that they’d return once their bottles of comfort had been sucked dry.
However, no business goes without its slow days, even in a town that has nothing better to do than drown its boredom in whiskey. On this particular afternoon, when a grand total of ten customers had walked in through the doors since it had opened in the morning, the stores’ manager Mr.Trotsworth found himself reviewing the total hours his employees had logged in for this week, and calculated that he could afford to send some of his labor away to save some profit. With his store empty, Trotsworth made his way through the doors that led to the receiving end of the building, where the back stock of their inventory was kept out of sight. He heard the sound of hooves clopping against metallic steps as he rounded the corner and caught sight of a white mare with a short brown mane at the top of a ladder reaching out to rearrange the clutter of boxes on the top shelf.
“You’re not much of a flyer, are you Rella?” he asked with a tip of his cap, nearing up to the pony stacking his shelves.
“Hm?” The pony turned her head to face her boss, using one of her hooves to wipe her hair from her eyes. She then looked back at her wings folded to her sides. “Oh, yeah, I never really did very well in flight school.”
“You ever think about going back and trying again?”
“Yeah... sometimes.” Rella responded, breaking down an empty box in front of her. “I just never really felt comfortable in the air. I like keeping my hooves on the ground.” She avoided direct eye contact with her manager, not really wanting to engage in conversation at the moment.
“ I get ya.” He replied, lifting his cap up to reveal his horn. “Never really was much of a magic user myself.” Padfoot looked at the watch wrapped around his right hoof. “From the looks of things, most of the shelves out there look pretty well stocked. You want to call it a day and head home?”
“Sure!” she replied, wincing when she heard how eager she sounded. “I’ll go punch out. See you on Monday, Mr. Trotsworth.”
Almost prancing to the front desk, Rella pulled her saddlebags out from behind to retrieve her time card from inside. Pushing it inside the machine and letting it punch, she tallied up her total hours for the week on the piece of parchment. It amounted to a meager twenty six.
Rella’s ears drooped. It had certainly felt like much more than that. Getting up early open up the store, lugging out boxes that her form wasn’t built to handle, and pretending in front of countless strangers that she wasn’t stressed or tired made it seem like much more time had been invested into her work. She pushed her card into the slot for the week and stepped outside of the store. The rain from the past few days had given the sky a particularly gloomy feeling. She usually loved the sunlight that beamed from the clouds, but this nice cool weather gave her an opportunity to wear one of her favorite accessories, as she pulled her yellow scarf out of her saddlebags and tied it round her neck. She loved her scarf. It was a gift her mother had left her before she moved away with her marefriend to the mountains in Applewood. It made her feel pretty, even though she never really delved into the daintier joys other mares did.
Along with being able to wear one of her favorite accessories, the cool air would make Rella’s journey home a bit more tolerable, not having to bear the unrelenting heat that the sun usually brought in Dodge Junction. She usually kept her wings over her head to provide some shade for herself, but now she could keep her head up and take in her surroundings. The town really didn’t have much to offer anymore. She’d lived here since she was a tiny foal, her parents still together bringing her up in this dusty one-mule town. She had grown into a mare putting up with the dullness of a town where tumbleweeds were considered high traffic. She’d be lying if she said the monotony hadn’t affected her mind.
The area around her began to illuminate as the clouds began to part, and scattered rays of sunlight began to poke through. They looked absolutely beautiful, beaming down in wondrous golden arches. Their warmth made Rella smile as her memory took her back to the first time she had seen the glory of the sun before her very own eyes.
“Rella honey, wake up; it’s time!” a voice spoke to her softly. Rella pushed her tired eyes open a moment to see her father standing over her with a ginger smile on his face. Her room was still dark with the lack of sunlight shining through her window. Rella closed her eyes and turned her head into her pillow, showing that she was in no mood to wake up. “Come on sunshine, don’t you want to go have fun at the Summer Sun Celebration?”
“No...” Rella protested wearily, pulling her covers up over her head. She felt them pulled away forcefully, and reacted by hiding as much as she could of herself under her pillow.
“Tell ya what.” Her father said, slipping his head under her belly and lifting her off her bed, her forelegs hanging in protest. “Your mother and I are going to go and have fun ourselves, but we have to take you with us since we can’t get a babysitter on such short notice. You can sleep all you want to once we’re there.”
“Okay.” she replied as she wrapped her forelegs around her father’s neck. The little filly slept in her father's lap for most of the long train ride from Dodge Junction into the large city of Canterlot. Hearing the large commotion of a bustling crowd, her tired eyes opened wide as she found herself surrounded by a magnificent carnival illuminated by only the crack of dawn over the horizon.
“Ooh that one looks like fun!” Rella’s mother declared as she walked towards a large spinning platform with small buggies affixed on the sides. “Would you like to ride that one honey?”
Rella smiled brightly, until her father interjected. “Oh no no, Rella’s far too tired to join you dear. You go ahead and have fun; I’ll watch you from down here.” He flashed his wife a wink that the filly on his back didn’t notice.
“Oh okay.” The mare replied with a disappointed look on her face as she began to walk away. “Bye you two!”
“No, wait!” Rella cried, jumping off of her father’s back and running towards the ride. “I wanna go with mom!”
The next hour was filled with Rella and her parents travelling throughout the park, riding various roller coasters, spending bits on different skill games, and exploring every inch of fun that the festival had to offer. After getting her face painted to look like a tiger cub, her father placed her back on his shoulders. She looked around and noticed that a large amount of other ponies were all trotting in the same direction her family was headed.
“Where are we going now, daddy?” Rella asked.
“We’re going to go see the princess.”
The little pegasus filly gasped. “Princess Celestcha?”
“Celest-ia” her mother corrected quickly. “You bet! In fact, she’s the whole reason for this festival today.”
“She is?”
“Yeah! Have you noticed that the sun isn’t all the way up in the sky yet?”
“Oh, yeah! Are we gonna watch the princess make the sun go up?”
“Yeah, that’s why we have to get there quickly, so we can get a good view.”
“Hurry daddy, I wanna see!”
The pegasus family found a place in the middle of a large crowd that encompassed a center stage on all sides. A symphony of royal guards blew a ceremonial fanfare, welcoming the main event for the morning. Stepping through the crowd on the other side, a tall alicorn with a coat as fair as snow stepped up to the stage, her large wings flared out gracefully. Her sparkling mane of many hues rippling from her head. Rella marveled at the sight of Princess Celestia on stage.
“She’s so pretty!” Rella yelled out excitedly.
“Isn’t she?” her father concurred, drawing somewhat of a glare from his wife. “What?”
Princess Celestia channeled her energy into her horn, and began to flap her wings to lift herself into the sky. As her form rose, the surrounding sky began to grow bright with sunlight, and the large ball of heat rose up in time with her. Extending her forelegs to the sky, there was a brief golden flash that surrounded her and spread throughout the area, indicating that the orb had been locked into place. Excitement overwhelmed young Rella as she began to cheer along with the rest of the ecstatic crowd, and Celestia touched down back to the stage.
Rella stared at the princess even after her feat had been completed. Her task completed, Celestia raised her elegant hoof and waved to the crowd in front of her, and the little filly on her shoulders waved back enthusiastically. Turning to face the crowd behind her, Rella found herself looking at Celestia’s flowing tail, now sparkling in the light of the morning sun. A large gust of wind blew through the area suddenly, forcing many hats and miniature flags away from the crowd. Even Celestia’s magnificent tail found itself hiked up from the large current, flashing a glimpse of her rear to the crowd. Rella’s jaw dropped at the sight. When the princess had lifted the sun, the bright glow had been enough to cover her, but here there was nothing covering her privates. Just as soon as Rella had seen her magnificently shaped folds, her vision was cut off by her mother’s wing in front of her face.
“Heh, I’ll bet the weather patrol’s hoof bumping each other right now.” Rella’s father commented as a nervous laughter spread through the crowd.
“Or…” her mother interjected. “Those poor souls might be hiding in fear they might be put on trial. Rella...? Honey?” The little filly found her eyes fixed to Princess Celestia, even as she was escorted off stage and to her golden chariot. Rella felt a hoof touch her face and guided it away from the princess and to her mother’s face instead. “Hey, would you like to see if we can find some ice cream?”
“Uh... okay!” Rella piped enthusiastically, distracted for the moment while her parents walked away from the stage.
Even when Rella returned to school the following day, she found it difficult to concentrate while she was sitting in her desk. Her thoughts wandered from Ms. Honeydew’s lessons back to that moment where the wind had lifted the fair alicorn’s shimmering tail. Even though she was familiar enough with her own anatomy, she felt like she had gazed upon something entirely new and wonderful when she had seen Celestia’s privates. The image was still prevalent in her mind, and she felt her cheeks flush the more she thought about it.
Princess Celestias’ slender figure on stage, with her firm buttocks facing the crowd.
Rella felt a bit of an itch, or more of a tingle between her haunches, and placed a hoof against her to sate it.
Her beautiful shining tail flowing and covering her rear for one moment…
in her loins still lingered, and Rella pressed further against herself to try and find relief.
A magical wind lifting it up out of the way, giving Rella clear access to stare at the princess’s beautiful backside.
“Hnn…” Rella grunted a bit, the discomfort seeming to spread from her groin and through to her hindlegs. She shut one of her eyes as she rubbed her hoof up and down her tiny lips.
Princess Celestia had quite a lovely rump. Despite her thin form, her behind was well toned and her cheeks had somewhat of a bust. They did well to show off her tight puckering hole, and her sleek folds just below. She thought about what it would be like if she hadn’t pulled her tail down to hide herself. What if Rella had been able to spend the whole day staring at the princess’s privates if she wanted to? What if she…?
“Miss Honeydew!” one of her classmates called out. “Rella’s touching her bad place!”
The mare at the front of the class turned from the chalkboard to face her students. “What are you talking-? Oh gosh, Rella, what are you doing sweetheart!?” Honeydew cried out in a panic. Rella’s thoughts snapped back to reality, and she looked down to find herself still pressing against her nether regions, her hoof now soaked in a filmy liquid she’d never seen before. She looked around herself and noticed that both of her wings were sticking out, and every student in class was staring at her. Rella felt very frightened all of a sudden that everypony’s eyes were on her, and she could hear a soft murmuring coming from her peers, accompanied by a rising laughter. But despite her fear, she couldn’t bring herself to stop touching herself. Her teacher quickly rushed over to the young pegasus and pushed her hooves on either side to shield Rella from view. “Recess time, everypony!” she exclaimed, as the fillies around her quickly forgot the show they had been watching and quickly scampered outside to the play area. Once the last colt had run outside, Ms. Honeydew looked down at the filly underneath her with a face of disapproval, and forcefully pulled her tiny hoof away from her lower body. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I...” Rella looked down at her pulsing lips, feeling her foreleg instinctively want to drift back to the warm wetness that had built there despite her teacher restraining her. “I don’t know...” she replied, her voice cracking.
Ms. Honeydew’s face softened as she heard the young mare’s voice tremble. “Poor thing. Let’s get you cleaned up. Come on, try to walk.” she let go of the foreleg in her grasp and stepped away.
Rella forced herself out of her seat. She found her haunches trembling after her hoof had been pulled away, and she looked at her seat now damp with some of the liquid that still hung against her coat. “Sweetie, don’t worry about that. Come with me.” Rella walked beside Honeydew to her desk, where she pulled open her first aid and from there a small box of wet wipes. Pulling Rella’s sticky hoof out, she wiped her clean. “Turn around for me, please?” The pegasus turned her backside towards her teacher, who gently held her in place. “This is going to feel a little strange, but try not to think about it okay?”
As she was cleaned up, she began to think about what had just happened, and how strange the whole experience had been. It made her feel dirty. She was embarrassed that she had touched herself there in front of her classmates. And now she was being cleaned up, like a toddler who had wet herself. She had never felt so embarrassed in her young life before.
“There you go, you’re all clean now. Are you okay, Rella?” The filly looked back at her teacher with a shameful look on her face, and tears welling up in her eyes. “Poor girl… come here, dear.” Rella turned and walked forward, burying her face into Honeydew’s chest, who wrapped a hoof around the young filly’s back in a hug as she began to cry. “Ssh, it’s okay Rella, it’s okay. I’m sorry I yelled at you. You’re not in trouble, I promise.”
After her “incident”, Rella’s teacher walked her home at the end of the school day, and had a talk with her parents about what happened. Rella sat in silence between her parents with her head down as Honeydew recounted her experience. Her mother had her wings draped around her the entire time and held her close as she heard what her poor daughter had just gone through. She suggested that now might be as good a time as any for them to have “the talk” with her. Her father thanked Honeydew for walking her home and being such a dear to their child when she needed it most.
The next hour was filled with Rella’s parents clearing their throats several times, tripping over their words and wiping their foreheads as they attempted to explain how ponies naturally reproduced. Her mother took more initiative and urged her husband to give them some “girl time”, and make a trip to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine. Carrying her to her room, she sat Rella on her bed and took a seat right next to her.
“From what your teacher described, it sounds like you’re going through your first heat.” Her daughter sat in silence. “Do you know what that is, honey?” Rella shook her head. “What it means is, your body is going through something where it makes you really want to do the things your father and I just told you about. You’re still far too young to do that, but your body doesn’t know any better, so it’s sending those signals to your brain that it wants to do it anyway. So, since your body wasn’t getting what it wanted, you felt really agitated, and your instincts made you do something to try and give yourself some relief. Does that make sense?” Rella nodded without looking directly at her mother. “Your father’s gone out to get some medicine for you. It’s not going to make those feelings go away completely, but it will make it a little easier for you to keep them under control so you can go back to school without your urges getting the best of you.” Rella continued to keep her words to herself. “Do you need a hug?” Rella’s lips trembled as she nodded again, and her mother lifted a foreleg as an invitation. The young filly leaned her head into her mother’s chest, took a deep breath and sobbed, her mom gently massaging her back.
“They were all laughing at me!” Rella cried.
“I’m sure. They didn’t understand what they were looking at, and it probably looked strange to them.”
“I don’t wanna go back! They’re gonna keep laughing at me.”
“... Probably. They’re probably going to keep teasing you about it for a while. And you can stay home tomorrow if you’d like. But you can’t run away from them forever.” She said, brushing her brown hair. “You’re going to have to be strong and push through it. If you can’t go back and face them that means you’ve let them win.” Guiding her daughter’s head away from her chest, she gently wiped her tears away from her cheeks. “Can you do that for me sweetie? Can you be strong for me?” Rella closed her eyes and nodded. “Good girl. I love you.” She placed a kiss on her forehead and brushed her ears, eliciting a tiny smile from Rella for the first time in hours. “I’m going to go get dinner started, I’ll come knock on your door when it’s done.” She rose from her bed and started towards the door before she turned back to her. “If you’re... busy... just tell me you’ll be out later on, okay?”
Despite the fact that Rella understood what she had gone through, it still didn’t take away from the humiliation of having to face everypony in class again. After returning to school two days later, she learned her parents weren’t the only ones who decided to educate their children about what they had seen her do. Worse yet, they learned a slang term for it, and decided that it fit Rella rather nicely. From that day until she graduated from grade school, the name “Cloperella” followed her everywhere she went. It was a permanent reminder for her to force herself not to think of certain parts of ponies for too long, or to keep both her hooves on top of her desk, even to check and make sure that her seat was dry when she stood up. She would often leave wet spots on the top of her desk from her tears, a result of their relentless teasing.
The sound of a mare clearing her throat loudly shook Rella out of her past reflections. Looking up, she saw somepony passing her by and directing a very firm glare at her. Feeling confused, Rella wondered if she was actually looking at somepony behind her, since she had done nothing wrong. Turning her head, she flinched as she realized that her short brown tail was slightly raised, exposing herself to anypony who walked behind her. Apparently, though the thoughts of her past, while embarrassing and painful, were still enough to stimulate her body. She quickly tucked her tail between her hind legs and sat down on the ground, trying to breathe in deep through her nostrils. She offered a nervous smile to anypony who happened to walk by her as she tried to settle, receiving very confused glances from them. Once she had finally collected herself, she stood up and looked toward her rump to ensure that it was properly shielded by her tail, and resumed walking.
A fair walk away from the business center of Dodge Junction, Rella entered a small neighborhood. Most foreign citizens might assume that the town was the same anywhere they went, with dusty trails and tumbleweeds, and everypony wearing funny shaped cowpony hats. While that certainly was the part of Dodge Junction that stood out the most, there was fair portion of the land that didn’t fit the stereotype perfectly. In some parts of the county, there were paved roads and ponies who spoke without any trace of a southern accent. Rella finally arrived at the two story house she lived in and let herself through the front door. She suddenly realized how hungry she was as she dropped her knapsack to the floor. Looking in the refrigerator she pulled and set a mess of ingredients out to make herself a few hayburger patties. She was no seasoned chef, but she had recently discovered that she found a small joy in home cooking. As much as she enjoyed making meals for herself, she thought about how much more she would love to cook for somepony else on a regular basis, besides having one of her roommates serve as an occasional taste tester.
Once she had finally finished cooking her patties, a tall Earth pony with a cutie mark of a globe entered the room and began assembling the ingredients for his own dinner.
“Hey Shade.” Rella greeted him.
“Hello Rella. I don’t know if you know this already, but we’re getting a new roommate soon.”
“Oh cool. What’s his name?” she asked, taking a bite out of her burger.
“Her, actually. And I don’t know yet.”
“Ooh, you interested?
“Ha ha, no.” he replied, pouring some broth into a skillet and letting it boil before he added his vegetables. “But she’s gonna be moving in to take Granite’s place.”
“Good. I’m getting sick of him using my dishes and not cleaning them up.” Finishing her meal and cleaning her plate, she trotted out of the kitchen. “See ya.”
Ascending the stairs, Rella entered her room and shut the door behind her. Despite her wishes, the mess of crumpled papers scattered over her floor had not magically picked itself up. Stepping over the wads, Rella made her way to her desk and sat on her haunches in front of her typewriter. She remembered how excited she was when she earned enough money to purchase it a few months ago. She had always yearned to have one and get those ideas in her head down on paper.
But she’d learned when she finally typed them out that many of them sounded better when they were in still in her head. She’d gone many different routes; trying different genres, like adventure, fantasy, and even romance. She’d tried jotting down random thoughts in her head to see if she might unconsciously write something worth reading about. Nothing had worked. Poor Rella struggled with writers block before even starting her first story.
Feeling frustrated, she decided that if she wasn’t going to have any luck writing, she’d spend the rest of her night reading. But, what did she want to read? She wasn’t in any mood to follow any of her adventure stories again. She found her mind still plagued with memories of her childhood, and the humiliation of masturbating in front of her peers, as well as the thought of the lovely princess rump that had fueled those desires.
Suddenly, Rella’s face lit up with eagerness as an idea came to her. Sitting up, she cantered to a chest of books in her closet and rummaged through until she found the book she was looking for. Her hoof passed over the cover and a smile formed on her face as her thoughts took her back to the day she received the special book.
Rella had decided to visit her mother, who had moved up to Applewood with her girlfriend after divorcing Rella’s father. However when the pegasus stepped off the train in Ponyville, she had learned the train to Applewood had been delayed for several hours. Rella would have been content to wait at the station for that long, had her stomach not demanded nourishment. Rella found her way into the town market, as well as a large crowd of ponies all clamoring over each other to get their hooves on a hot new item before somepony else beat them to the punch. One stand that sold carrots by the bunch seemed to be mostly empty, so the uneasy pony crept up and placed two bits on the counter before she reached out to grasp a bushel in her teeth.
“Three bits!” the mare at the stand grumbled at her. Rella halted her movement, and looked at the sign above her. The sign showed two coins, an equal symbol, and a picture of a bushel of carrots.
“That’s... not what your sign says.” Rella replied in a meek voice.
“Sign’s wrong; it’s three bits for a bushel.”
Rella didn’t like confrontation. Even if it meant she was being taken advantage of, she would usually back down from a fight. However, every so often when somepony pushed her around, she would lose her composure and snap.
“Well then that’s false advertising!” She screamed before she snatched up the carrots in her mouth and sprinted away from the carrot stand.
“Hey!” Rella heard the mare call from behind her. She frantically scampered away from the crowd and ran until she felt she was a safe distance away from the large crowd. She looked behind her to affirm that there wasn’t a mob chasing her to take back the carrots she’d paid for fair and square, a took a bite for herself. She placed the rest of her meal in her bag, and noticed a large tree house with several windows built in and a balcony near the top. Outside of the front door she saw a large sign with a book on the front. Rella wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but the book seemed invitation enough. She hesitantly knocked at the door and waited for a reply, the door opening only a few seconds after she knocked.
“Oh hi there!” a small voice called out, despite nopony there in front of her. Rella looked down and the sight of a small and scaly creature startled her, until his young and confused face told her he wasn’t a threat.
“Are you… a dragon?” she asked the thing staring up at her.
The scaly one nodded. “Sure am. Name’s Spike. I’m guessing you’re new in town?”
“No… err, yes! I mean-“Rella winced and shook her head. “I’m just visiting. Is this a library?” she asked, peering in and catching a glimpse of a few tall shelves of books.
“Yeah, come on in.” Spike replied with a smile, motioning her inside. Rella stepped in and wiped her hooves on the mat. She looked around and marveled at the many books surrounding her.
“I’m impressed. I didn’t think that such a young dragon would be in charge of the town library.”
“Pft, nah.” Spike waved his claw and chuckled. “I’m flattered you think that though. I’m just the number one assistant around here.” A soft hoot rang out rang out, causing Spike and Rella to notice an owl perched on a stand across from them. “That’s Owlicious, another assistant. He’s agreeing with me. Anyway, the real caretaker for the place is-!”
“Spike!” An irritated voice called out, following a purple unicorn trotting down the circular stairs. “I told you that we were closed!”
“No, you said that you were going to do some reading while you took a bath, and that you didn’t want to be disturbed.” Spike retaliated. “And we weren’t planning on bugging you; I can handle things by myself.”
“That’s not the point, Spike.” she insisted, her face turning a light shade of red.
“Then what is the point?”
“Just… just go tidy up the kitchen please? I’ll take things from here now that we have a guest.” Spike shrugged and strolled into the room adjacent to the one the group was standing in. The unicorn huffed through her nostrils as she watched the young dragon trot away from them. Taking a deep breath, she turned back quickly enough to whip her violet hair up and back against her neck, and offered a smile wide enough to display nearly every tooth in her mouth. “Hello! How can I assist you today, Miss…?”
“Rella. ” She replied, her eyes fixed towards the kitchen where Spike had just retreated to. “How did you end up getting a dragon for your assistant?”
“I’m the one who hatched Spike from an egg.” The unicorn explained. “It was part of my entrance exam into my school for gifted unicorns. But after the exam, Princess Celestia decided to take me under her own tutelage, and let me have Spike as someone to care for myself. I’ve raised him to be one of my best assistants, and one of my best friends.”
“Celestia... wait, that means...” Rella pondered over this new information and gasped. “ You’re Twilight Sparkle!”
“Oh, I must have forgotten to introduce myself, sorry about that!”
“No no, I’m the one who should be sorry for interrupting your bath.”
“It’s nothing to worry about. I’ve just had sort of a stressful week, and was hoping to have some time to unwind.” Twilight put an extra bit of emphasis on the last word before she continued. “I was literally about to dip my hoof in the warm tub and settle in with a book when I heard voices coming from downstairs.”
Rella nodded her head as the unicorn spoke to her. “What book?”
“It’s called ‘Courtship Chronicles.”
Rella’s face twisted as she heard the title, being reminded of the popular tween romance stories that made her irk. “Ah. Romance stories really seem to be the craze these days. “
“Hm? Oh no no no.” Twilight shook her head. “Not those books all the fillies have caught on to recently; that stuff is for kids who want to think they’re reading about ‘true love’. No, I read stuff geared for more adults to enjoy.”
Rella tilted her head. “Adult…?”
“You know…” Twilight leaned her head in and spoke in a hushed tone. “Erotic.” Rella gasped, prompting Twilight to put a hoof in front of her lips. “Spike doesn’t know I have those kinds of books, and I’d rather keep it that way for as long as I can.” Rella quickly put a hoof to her muzzle to keep herself silent, but still looked rather bewildered. “What’s wrong, you’ve never heard of erotic literature before?”
“The town I live in is rather conservative. So those kinds of stories are hard to come by.”
Twilight looked at her with sympathy. “That’s a shame. Ponyville’s a little more open about that sort of thing.”
“Open? Really?”
“Well, it’s not like we go around discussing our sex lives or anything. But yes, it’s fairly acceptable for a grown mare, or stallion, to buy an erotic novel and not accept any flak for it. Everypony has needs… right?”
Rella allowed herself to smile as she felt more reassurance from Twilight. “So, do you have a section for those kinds of books here in your library?”
“No, unfortunately. The books I do have are my own, upstairs in my room.”
“Oh, I see.” Rella sighed, her eyes facing the floor.
Twilight studied the pegasus’s disappointed expression and frowned. “Would you like to see what I have upstairs?” She asked, offering her a reassuring smile. Rella looked across at Twilight Sparkle, studying her face to make sure she wasn’t pulling her leg. Her smile presented the utmost sincerity, and Rella nodded. Following the unicorn upstairs, Twilight used her magic to levitate a hidden key out of her desk. The key floated to the foot of her bed into a slot and turned. She then focused her magic and pulled out a drawer that had been concealed underneath her bed, filled to the brim with a row of books.
“You keep them all under your bed?” Rella asked the unicorn beside her.
”M hm. I keep them close to me in case I’m ever in need of them.”
“In need…” Rella contemplated that phrase for a moment. “You mean…”
Twilight Sparkle blushed again as she smiled. “Yeah, I do that from time to time. It helps me relieve stress, and… well, it’s fun!”
“So, if you were about to read one of these before taking a bath just now-!”
“Okay, okay, you’re embarrassing me!” Twilight laughed. “Like I said, I really needed to unwind.” Rella’s eyes dazzled as the thought of the unicorn sitting in a bath, leaning over the side of the tub and reading over one of her books while she lowered one of her forelegs down to her nether regions... “Are… you okay?” she heard Twilight’s voice snap her out of her thoughts. Twilight held a hoof to her mouth and stifled a giggle as she looked past Rella. Rella’s face burned as she realized her wings were already half rigid, her sudden panic being the last incentive to bring them at full attention.
“Shoot!” Rella exclaimed. Her embarrassment began to ignite a tickle in her posterior, and quickly sat herself down before her tail could begin to lift. “Sorry!”
“It happens!” Twilight dismissed still laughing a bit. “You should see the town around spring time. Lots of eyefuls there.”
“It’s just that I’m a little surprised that you’re being so open about something like this. It’s a little... exhilarating.”
“You don’t get out much, do you Miss Rella?” The brown haired pony shook her head. “I know the feeling. A while ago I used to keep myself cooped up with my books as well, until I came to Ponyville and found myself in a group of wonderful friends. After that, I learned how to fall in love, and that experience has helped me be more open-minded with myself and what I’m willing to try. I guess I looked at you and saw a bit of that pent up feeling I used to have. It’s a shame you hide that part of yourself, for whatever reason that may be.”
Rella smiled, feeling a sense of warmth grasp her heart. She willed herself not to let the feeling travel any further down her body, while she watched the unicorn turn her body and levitate a book out of her drawer. She found her eyes travelling down Twilight’s back down to her mulberry rump, but quickly shook her head and averted her eyes to avoid any indecency. “Here, take a look at this one, it’s one of my favorites.” Rella’s eyes glossed over the title: A Royal Affection by Breezy Shores. “It’s about a young mare in love with a princess.”
“Young mare…? You mean a filly?”
“She grows up in the end!” Twilight explained hastily. “Anyway, it’s a really good read; I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“Oh, thank you. When is it due back?” she asked, standing up now that her lips no longer tickled.
“Well, since it’s not an official book of the library, I can’t exactly issue it to you.”
“Oh...” Rella responded, trying to hide the disappointment in her face. “I understa-!”
“So, I guess I really can’t put a due date on that one.”
“Miss Twilight… are you giving this to me?” Twilight Sparkle nodded happily. "But, doesn't this mean a lot to you?”
“That’s the only kind of gift worth giving, isn’t it?” she said reassuringly. “I bought that book shortly before I arrived in Ponyville, and it helped me realize how I was in love with that pony I had known for most of my life. It helped me out when I didn’t know how to express myself, and I want it to help you as well.”
Rella held the book earnestly against her chest, reveling in the significance of the epitome in her grasp. “Thank you… thank you so much, Miss Twilight.”
“It’s no problem at all, Rella.”
Rella looked across at Twilight Sparkle with sentiment, catching a glimpse of the time on a clock right above her. “Oh, my train’s probably going to be here soon, I need to get back to the station.” Rella quickly placed her new book in her bag.
“I see. Well, it was nice meeting you. If you’re ever in town aga-!” Twilight’s words faltered as Rella rushed up and kissed the unicorn on her purple cheek, before prancing down the stairs with the book safely in her bag.
“Thank you again!” Rella called up from downstairs, reconsidering that kissing a mare she had met just that day was probably not the best idea. Knowing she might not see her again for some time helped chase of an awkward encounter fleeted her as she raced towards the station.
Rella lay in her bed, hugging the book close to her as she remembered how happy her conversation with the unicorn had made her. She was well aware that the reason she felt so affectionate towards the mare was due to her offering words of comfort on a subject that Rella had less than favorable experiences with, and reassuring her that she wasn’t the only pony to have such a craving for things of that nature. However, she could not deny that she still felt some sort of fondness for Twilight Sparkle. Ever since that meeting, she had kept an ear to the wind for any news surrounding the unicorn; or rather, the alicorn as it had been recently. Yes, that news had troubled her more than she thought it would, with the thoughts of a librarian being dumped with more responsibility than she might be comfortable with. But Rella believed that the same kind heart that helped her feel more comfortable with herself would help guide her in the direction to make the right choices when the time came.
Turning onto her belly, Rella laid the book flat on the floor and opened its pages towards the end of the book. She had read it through once before not long after returning home from her stay in Applewood (she certainly didn’t want to risk enjoying a story such as this too thoroughly in the company of her own mother). The story was indeed as enchanting as Twilight had described.
The story followed a filly under the care of an older princess. The filly had always fawned over the princess that took care of her, and the princess loved her dearly as well. However, it was more of a love for a daughter that she returned. She had reminded herself that it was merely a child’s crush that she would get over as she grew older. But as the story progressed, and different encounters were brought into their lives, the filly’s affection only grew stronger, even to the day when she grew into a beautiful mare. Her love had withstood the test of time, until it had reached a point where age was no longer an issue. Although unconventional, Rella found the story very touching, and the heartwarming charm it provided would stay with her forever.
But at this particular moment, it was “the big payoff” that Rella wished to relive once again. She passed her hooves over the pages, skipping ahead in the story, and rested her chin within her hooves as her eyes poured over the passage.
“Ruby, this isn’t natural.” Princess Sapphire went on, looking upon her student lying in her bedspread. “You’re supposed to grow up and find yourself a nice colt to start a family with!”
“But I don’t want a colt.” Ruby protested. “I want a mare; I want you. I’ve always wanted you, and that’s never going to change.”
“You don’t understand. I’ve taken care of you since you were a foal. I helped shape you into the mare you are today.”
“And I want to repay you for that.”
“You can do that by finding somepony else to make you happy. That’s all I need from you.”
“I’ll never find another as beautiful or as kind as you, Sapphire. Could you honestly be happy knowing that I’ve settled for second best for the rest of my life?”
Sapphire’s eyes studied the mare lying down before her. Her face was filled with sincerity and fortitude, like a knight prepared to fight to his last breath. She admired her resolve, and truth be told, she had often fantasized the two of them together in another life, one where age did not divide them so.
“It just feels wrong of me, Ruby dear. I’ve known you since you were a foal. I can’t simply make that image of you disappear from my memory.”
Ruby averted her eyes from her princess a moment. “Then maybe you need a new image in your memory.” She replied.She rolled over onto her back, and spread her hind legs wide.
Rella felt her face heat up as she read. This was what she loved; having the knowledge of what these two characters had gone through to get to this point. All the character build up she had read before still existed in her mind and served to make the conflict now more believable, and more enticing. She could feel an exquisite pleasure from her chest creeping down her belly and building in her loins. She raised her hindquarters up into the air and moved her tail to the side. Her wings flared, and she bit her lip as she read on.
Sapphire gazed at the sight of Ruby splayed out before her, bearing her ample teats and her elegant labia, keeping her forelegs up above her chest as she looked back at her princess. Sapphire’s face flushed, and she turned away at the sight.
“Can you honestly say that you don’t want me?” Ruby asked.
Sapphire heaved a sigh as she tried to collect herself. “What if I told you I didn’t?”
“I’d say you were lying.”
“What would it take to convince you?”
“Lie with me here.” Ruby instructed. “Lie with me, embrace me, and tell me you feel nothing.”
Sapphire stepped forward and pulled herself onto the mattress with the unicorn putting herself on display. Once she was rested on her side, Ruby slid herself forward and pressed her belly up against the alicorn. Sapphire could feel the warmth of Ruby’s coat surging through her as the unicorn extended a hoof to touch her face. She found herself leaning into the young mares’ hoof as it lovingly caressed her cheek.
“Can you say now that you feel nothing?” Ruby asked, her eyes shimmering with fear. Princess Sapphire found herself only mewing in response as she scooted herself closer to the mare beside her. “Please, tell me what you feel.”
“Oh, Ruby… I want you so much right now. I can’t deny how much I’ve been in love with you.”
Oh, she said it! Rella felt her lips wink in response to the excited feeling that reading about a confession of love delivered. She reached underneath her belly back to her puffy vulva and touched her exposed clitoris, making her entire body shudder in pleasure. She looked back to see the edge of her flank shivering, with her wings flared up tightly from her body. Keeping one hoof down to keep her balance and another pressed against the seal of her crevasse, she read onwards.
“Oh, Sapphire! I knew you loved me.” Ruby cheered, nuzzling her face into the alicorns chest. “I’ve loved you ever since I knew you, and I prayed that you felt the same way.”
“I tried to tell myself I didn’t.” Sapphire clamored. “But I secretly avoided opening up to other ponies, because I wanted to wait until you were old enough. I just never thought your feelings for me would turn out to be more than just a crush.”
Looking into each other’s eyes after bearing their feelings, the two mares pressed their lips into each other, closing their eyes and savoring the sweet kiss. Opening their eyes a moment incited a powerful need in both of them as they pushed their tongues past the others lips and cavorted amongst themselves. Sapphire felt Ruby’s hoof press against her chest and slip down her front, until it danced on the outside of her sensitive labia.
“Ah, Ruby!” the alicorn’s voice sang out enthusiastically. “What are you doing?”
“You’ve taken care of me all my life.” Ruby answered, drawing her hoof up her princess’s chasm. “I’m going to be taking care of you on this night.”
The feeling inside Rellas’ soaking caverns began to build, as she sunk her head into her book and pressed her hoof even further into her opening. It wasn’t enough anymore. As much as she wanted to continue reading, her body practically begged her to give it more. Pulling herself onto her bed, she crawled over to her pillow delicately, like a cat, with her rump in the air the entire time and reached underneath her mattress. Ah, there it was, her companion when her body needed some relief from the tension she was holding back: her stallion toy. The synthetic white shaft with orange speckles stood at an impressive ten inches, not including the large round pair of testicles at the base. The day it arrived on her doorstep, she had run down to bring it up to her room so none of her roommates would see her visible stimulation. The toy itself had come with a bottle of lubricant, but she hardly found any use for it. Most of the time, like now, she was so wet that it could slide in easily enough.
Rella cradled the synthetic shaft in her hooves, kissing its head and licking the underside of the length. She popped the head into her mouth and let the head travel down just enough to poke at her throat, while she slipped a hoof back down to tickle her pulsing vaginal lips. With the toy nice and wet with her own saliva, she slipped it down her white chest, down between her hind legs and poked it against the wet fissure. She felt the head penetrate her folds, and tilted her head back into her pillow, moaning out loud as the sturdy length entered her. She stopped halfway up her canal and pulled back, just enough so the head wouldn’t exit her. She felt her tail swish as she pumped the rod in and out of her trembling folds, and bit her lip in a smile from the thrilling pleasure it gave her. Her mind still raced with the thoughts of what intimate things Princess Sapphire and Ruby had in store for each other. She knew that after Ruby began caressing her princess’s lips, she would coax her into lying on her back. Standing on her hind legs, Ruby would give the alicorn a clear view of her marehood, her excited fluid dripping down her thighs. She would then turn over so that her rump was visible, and back herself into her princess to press their wet lips together while she straddled her hind leg, and ride her until they both climaxed. The thought of the two mares making such intense love drove Rella wild. If she ever saw Twilight again, she wasn’t sure how she would be able to express her gratitude without awkwardly explaining how it made her masturbate furiously.
Her vivid imagination caused Rella to tug a bit too hard on her toy, making it slip out of her vagina with a wet “schlop” as it exited her. Giggling, she rubbed her hoof against the wet underside. “Get back in there, silly.” She said, panting slightly. “You’ve still got work to do.” Easing the shaft back into her, she pressed it up against her flesh and pressed it in once more, pushing it in a little deeper than last time.
Now she began thinking of Twilight again, and how she had found herself attracted to the former unicorn when she’d imagined her touching herself in her bath tub when she read stories like these. It gave her pleasure to imagine a reserved librarian having fun with herself and letting loose in passion this way. Rella began to ponder about something she had said though, about the special somepony who had originally given it to her. She wondered who it was.
She had mentioned that the story had helped the other pony realize how much she loved Twilight. A princess and her young lover. Throughout the story, Ruby had been somewhat of an apprentice of Sapphire’s, even though she was never tasked with any royal duties. Now that she thought of it, Twilight had been under the care of a princess for most of her life, hadn’t she?
Rella stopped pumping her stallion for just a moment as she thought. It couldn’t be… could it? Was Twilight Sparkle’s special somepony Princess Celestia; the very same princess who had spurred Rella to explore her body in the first place?
“Ohhh!” Rella felt her body jolt at the thought, the images of Sapphire and Ruby now replaced with Celestia and Twilight. It made so much sense now, especially with Celestia turning Twilight into an alicorn. It had to be so that they could more easily spend time with each other. If that was the case, they must have the best sex Canterlot Castle’s walls might ever have housed.
Mm, princess! Twilight would purr as Celestia ran her tongue across Twilight’s wings. I’m still not used to having these wings. They’re so sensitive.
They can be quite maddening. Celestia would respond while she straddled Twilight from behind, perhaps wearing a strap-on with a stallion rod similar to the one Rella owned. But they do make teasing so much more enjoyable. Celestia would push her hips down as she rubbed against Twilight’s erect wings, the rod spreading Twilight’s lips and entering her inner walls.
Ahhh! Twilight would cry out from feeling the sensation of the shaft entering her.
Are you alright, dear? Twilight would nod quickly. You’ve never been penetrated this deep before; I imagine it would sting a little. Just tell me if I’m hurting you. Celestia would then rock her hips back and forth, pumping the smaller alicorn while she kept her chin down by her purple ears.
She was so jealous of Twilight now! She couldn’t believe that librarian got to know Celestia on such an intimate level, something Rella had been dreaming of ever since she was a filly. She wouldn’t want to rob Twilight of her happiness on any level though. She was thrilled that somepony got to be so lucky to know her that way. But a small part of her did wish that she could experience too. It was a silly fantasy, but maybe if she went back to Twilight now, she might be able to let her watch them.
Mm, do you like what you see, Miss Rella? Celestia would ask, watching the pegasus touch herself as she watched the two princesses making love in front of her. She would try to respond, but only be able to let out a whimper as the pleasure in her body escalated. I’ll take that as a yes! But I hope you’re not too far gone back there. As much as I enjoy pushing this thing into Twilight, it does little to sate my own need. Perhaps you could be of assistance to me?
Then Celestia would lift her sparkling tail and expose her sopping wet folds to Rella. She would have to steel herself to walk with her lips so agitated and craving to be satisfied. But she would lean forward and press her face into Celestia’s white butt, and slather her tongue against her dripping labia. Ooh, what a good girl you are! Twilight, your friend is quite a natural. I’ll have to let her treat you after she’s done servicing me.
Rella couldn’t imagine what Celestia tasted like; perhaps something sweet and tangy, like orange juice with bananas, or perhaps something else entirely. As she pumped herself with her stallion toy, she drew her tongue out, licking Celestia’s phantasmal marehood as if it were really above her face at the moment. “Mm!” Rella pushed the rod deeper inside of her, feeling it bottom out as the round testes rubbed up against the edge of her buttocks. As her back arched from the pressure inside, she imagined how much she would give to feel Celestia’s sizable rump press down and jiggle against her face.
“Ahhh! Ah-ah-ah-ah, ahhhh!” Rella tightened her hindquarters as her lips convulsed and pulled onto the toy. She felt her body spasm, and her lips release a surge of her sticky essence all over her toy and her bedspread. Rella laid her head back into her pillow, purring as she smiled and mindlessly rubbed her lower belly of the lingering feeling of her post orgasm.
As she lay in her bed enjoying the bliss of release, Rella heard a gentle knocking on her door. Her eyes opened wide as she stayed silent, hoping that whoever was there had only just arrived after she finished.
“Hey, it’s me.” Shade’s voice rang out from behind. “You left you knapsack down here, I left it by your door.” Rella stayed silent, out of breath and not entirely sure if she wanted him to hear her at the moment. “By the way, loved what I heard, very arousing, but the ending was a little soft for me. Eight out of ten, very cloppable.”
“Go away Shade!” Rella cried out in urgency.
“K, bye!” Shade replied, snickering as he left. Rella lay on her bed with her head buried in her forelegs. She couldn’t believe that her roommate had just heard her! She wondered how many times the other roommates might have heard her but were just too embarrassed to say anything. She wanted to say that it was never going to happen again, but she honestly had a hard time keeping herself in check whenever she had fun with herself.
Rella slowly pulled her toy out of her vagina, the head making a wet pop as it pulled out. Reaching down underneath her bed, Rella pulled out a large towel and dried her lower body and her hooves of the residue that still clung to her coat. A bit of her orgasmic high still hung around her head, and she thought about how infatuated she was with carnal desires. It made her feel so happy whenever she let loose, and she absolutely loved reading about ponies experiencing that feeling with another mate. She looked out her window, and thought about how many ponies in Appleoosa might be like her, so passionate about physical pleasure, but too shy to pursue it due to a fear of isolation from others.
Looking at her typewriter, she felt a strange sense to be close to it at the moment. Rella heaved herself up and dropped her rear on the floor in front of it. She sat still for only a few moments before a grin appeared on her face, and she began to type, her stallion toy resting within her lap.
Author's Note
Thanks to Karrakaz for being patient with me through my ups and downs. He's always been a very level headed man who's supported me when I needed it, and never held our disagreements about story ideas against me, which I've always appreciated.
And thanks to everyone who's still reading my stories after my productions slowed down to pretty much a crawl. Glad you're still finding entertainment from what I have to offer.
