The world is shifted, something has happened to Twilight. We can no longer see into her world, but to find out what is happening we can look into her friends’ world. Let us see into the world of literature once more, and find out what has happened on this odd summers night.

A sound similar to that of rain echoed through a large luxurious bedroom, its soft pink and blue décor breaking at the open doorway in which the sound emanated. Through the gap was an equally exquisite, yet somehow plain, bathroom containing three parts washing, one part royalty. Beyond the glass doors of a twelve cubic metre stand-in shower stood the princess of the sun, an alicorn known as Celestia. The thin, busty co-ruler of Equestria pushed her hands through the long colourful hair which flowed from her head. Tilting her head back she forced the soapy water out of her hair, her eyes closing; enjoying the feeling of her fingers and the bubbly liquid as some escaped down her body.

In the millennia of years she’d been alive, Celestia had always thought showering to be one of the most enjoyable things. To her it felt as if years were lifted and all was well while in the soothing world of bathing. The droning sound of the water as it rained from the spout drowned out everything in the world, allowing peaceful thoughts to run free. Not only did it allow the good thoughts, but it allowed the great thoughts, the thoughts of private intimacy. Here she would never fear an awkward situation as a shower (or bathroom in general) is the most private of places.

Standing straight, her mouth formed into a small smile as her mind began to wander away from thoughts of washing herself, to thoughts of touching herself. A thousand years of smut and sex flickered through Celestia’s mind as she licked her lips, feeling the familiar tingle forming in her marehood. She looked down at her glistening cantaloupe sized breasts to find her nipples already erect, aroused by the many memories floating through the slender woman’s mind. Her hands pressed against her sides as she traced her body, sliding her hands up her legs and around her stomach.

Celestia’s long fingers found their way to and then under her breasts, pushing them up and beginning her sexual play. She cupped her breasts from underneath, pushing them together and bouncing them around, a memory of a lover from long ago chosen in her mind. He’d had such a way with her body that no man had been able to match it. The way he would play with her breasts with his magic and tongue was enough to make her cum alone, not to mention all the other things he could do. Images of his large member flashed through her mind as she remembered the things he had shown her, the amazing sex he had brought.

The Princess had absent mindedly wandered to her nether regions, her fingers sliding along her lower lips. Her breathing suddenly deepened as one hand was pushing against her breast, the other teasing her privates. A scene displayed itself before her mind’s eye as her arousal rose; the brown furred athlete of yesteryear was hovering over her naked body, his erection gently resting above her slit. His calm demeanor had soothed her as he slipped inside of her wetness, pulling himself closer to kiss her. He’d always make sure she was ready before beginning the slow starting rhythm, pushing himself in as far as he could and filling her completely before pulling back to near exiting length.

By now the white furred woman had begun fingering herself slowly, matching the pace of her daydream as his large member sent waves of pleasure through her body. He had known of many positions and methods that drove her crazy, such as the motion she was thinking of just then. The man had called it ‘grinding’ and although the name had been attributed to something different for most of Celestia’s life, she found this new kind of grinding much more enjoyable. His member would press against her insides as he’d lift her rump up, and simply grind himself against her inner walls.

Moans were escaping her now as her fingers slid quickly in and out of her slit, her other hand often failing to move at all as the pleasure blotched out her mind. Even after years of masturbation and sex she still felt sparks of sexual magic leaving her horn as she continued her fantasy work. The man was now returned to thrusting, faster than before. Celestia could remember the overwhelming feeling caused by his large penis as it moved inside her at a relatively fast pace. Pleasure had been emanating from every inch of her dripping nether, no spot of flesh left unsatisfied. She could recall reaching orgasm many times before her partner.

Even a man of great sexual power such as Celestia’s lover could not fight the strength of climax and he would shake slightly, his thrusts becoming less rhythmic before finally he would pull out. At that point Celestia was the expert and she would move to him, enveloping the end of his dick into her mouth, while grabbing the shaft in her hands. Stroking and sucking her mouth would be filled and then overfilled with his seed as his orgasm washed over him. She would take as much as she could before pulling off of him and letting him cum on her breasts.

In reality the sun goddess had three fingers pounding into her as she pressed up against the wall, moaning and literally glowing with pleasure. Her wings were sprawled out along the wall in ecstasy, bodying glistening with water; she came with a short moan, her head tilting back, her wings tensing, and her horn glowing with orgasmic pleasure. She squirted slightly, the juices flowing around her hand and down her legs, images of her daydream faded away. As the orgasm began to fade as well, she let out a long breath and her body began to relax. She could feel her energy deplete as her legs yearned for rest, her body alerting her to crawling tiredness.

Hand free from her wetness, she slid to the floor, sighing at the thought of having to actually go to bed. However even that would be nothing but a thought as an unexpected, yet familiar voice drifted to her ears.

“Sister, may I have a word?” the voice came from just beyond the frosted glass door. Celstia’s eyes flew open as her younger kin’s voice sliced through her tiredness, her hand and marehood still covered in her own cum told her brain that she was in the wrong at the moment. Social pressures never grow old, even with just-as-old siblings. Bolting to her feet she immediately tried to clean her stained fur of her cum, delaying her sister with half sentences.

“Uh, yes sister… one… one… moment…!” After a moment which dragged a little too long the sound of the shower disappeared, the door opening slightly to reveal an extended dark arm holding a towel. Thanking the dark-blue woman, Celestia took the towel and wrapped it around her body, covering her from breasts to thighs. The dark alicorn woman watched as her sister stepped from the shower with a forced smile, she had a few ideas what had been going on, but it was not the time for such things.

“Ahem, yes what is it, Luna?” What was that face she was giving her?
“Sister I bring you news from Ponyville,” Celestia immediately was alert, her emotions fixed, thoughts empty.
“It’s Twilight, she’s in a coma.” There were no words for Celestia but a feeling as if a punch had been planted in her gut. Twilight, her most faithful student, and loved friend in a coma… it wasn’t possible.

Celestia gasped, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks as she set her eyes on the comatose woman from across the room. Pausing at the Special Care Unit's doorway for only moments, she soon found herself by her students’ side, her head shaking with denial.

“Oh my poor Twilight, what did you do to yourself?” her words were unnoticed as she sighed deeply. She would find out what happened and awaken the lavender alicorn. “Don’t worry my little pony, everything’s okay.” Her voice shook as she finished her sentence; who was she trying to convince. After a moment’s pause she bent over the student and kissed her forehead. Twilight’s horn suddenly glowed for a moment before magic energy coursed into Celestia’s face with the feeling of electricity.

The Princess jolted back at the feeling, her lips tingling with ebbing pain. She frowned intensely yet her eyes were wide with shock. Whatever it was had to do with magic...

She exited the room quickly, turning to the sentries outside she immediately ordered no one enter without her permission. Soon after she would command that Twilight’s status be kept a secret from those who did not need to know, her mind already beginning to race through the possibilities. She called for all the elements of harmony…

…unwittingly setting in course events that would only make the problem worse.

More than what meets the eye is going on here; one of the worst outcomes has been realized and Twilight is in a coma. This was not the third story of Twilight’s kinkiness, and neither is the next. For the kinks in Twilight seem to be far more than just sexual.

Author's Note

Okay, sorry for the quality of this chapter, I've been doing a lot this week.
Also yes I'm adopting the ponified names for my fic, although they are anthropomorphic. I now have settled on their culture being that they think of themselves as ponies, and there are no horses in the world yadadada, They have fur, now I've fixed on, skin just weirded me out a bit mostly when it came to horns and wings. My brain is also on stun since i've been about 18 or 19 hours without sleep.5 hours until I go full circle actually. Thanks for reading, I haven't abandoned this!

Also, 43 of you are my new friends. 32 of you are just jelly because you used to be fruits but got smushed into a jar.

edit: I went through and edited the ending a bit, just because I rushed it before. It feels weird to continue in the same chapter after a sex scene has happened. However due to the fact the story will be delayed because of an injury to my primary hand I thought it best to do a few little things. Thanks!