The Two Between

~~~~Golden Oaks Library~~~~

Sunset Shimmer moved into Princess Twilight’s room with her hind legs stepping embarrassingly wide and clumsy. She needed to get the gem, but… her position in this case was already bad enough. How could she have been so stupid: clopping right outside the princess’s door?

“You can sit on my bed for now,” Princess Twilight said, motioning to the blue blanketed frame just beneath a beautifully set window. The princess took her seat in her writing chair, and Sunset noticed that while her blush had not faded entirely, Sunset could barely see it, especially as compared to her own which she was certain made her cheeks look like a part of her mane.

But how could she sit on the princess’s bed with a sex toy still inside her? Quite simply she couldn’t. So with legs and voice shaking in miserable embarrassment, she whimpered, “Can… can I go the… go… go to the restroom really quick?”

Princess Twilight blinked at her, then her hooves came up to her mouth in a cute gesture of shock. “Oh… oh! Oh goodness, yes.” She waved quickly toward a side door, her eyes wide. “Go on, the crystal will light up as you walk in. I’ll um… get tea!” She hopped off her chair and quickly bustled out the door for a moment, obviously thankful for the excuse to get herself more composed.

Sunset trudged inside the tiny, closet like space, allowing the white crystal in the ceiling to spring to life before gently closing the door. She tried desperately to not look in the mirror, but it wasn’t exactly an option in the confined space. As she lit her horn to extract the gem, Sunset noticed her mane was a frizzy mess. Any thoughts on the state of her mane were singularly obliterated as her love juices gradually dripped onto the floor. It was quickly becoming too much for her, and she felt that instinct to take off welling up again.

She at least managed to set the sticky gem on the vanity, and upon doing so, noticed how rustic and appealing the bathroom’s furnishings were. Why it grabbed her attention she was unsure, but it was something to focus on in a sea of self-misery. She glanced around, trying to find some appeal in the brass fittings, noticing belatedly that the tub and shower had to have come straight from a room in Canterlot… as had the sink and mirror, now that she took time to actually look at it. It was all too much like home, and she so desperately wished to run back to the castle and felt her muscles tense and the tears well up in her eyes. For a moment though, the familiarity was enough to hold her hooves in place.

Long enough for gentle, soft forelegs to wrap around her neck and turn her head into a warm and welcoming wing. Without even thinking of it, she turned into the embrace and threw her own forelegs around the awaiting neck. “Sh… It’s alright, Sunset. It’s okay.” Princess Twilight’s voice was soft and sweet, and her mane… her mane smelled like the maple from her scrolls, and clean soap and just that faint hint of ink and chalk dust and crisp parchment. Princess Twilight’s hoof stroked down her neck in long, soft touches as she whispered just loud enough to be heard, “You don’t have to be scared. I’m not angry at you at all.”

“Why?” Sunset couldn’t help but ask. There really was no reason for Princess Twilight to not be at least a little upset. “I… I just… You ought to throw me out…” She was fighting back the tears, and it was taking everything she had to do so. And everything she had wasn’t all that much at the moment. But it was always that way it seemed, always just short of having the strength to hold on on her own. She found herself being supported as Princess Twilight walked her to the bed, and sat them both down upon it. She still let Sunset lean into her shoulder; hide her glistening eyes. “I’m an embarrassment to you, to Princess Celestia, to every decent, normal pony!” she screamed, the force muffled behind her quivering lips.

There was an almost echoing silence in the room, until Princess Twilight spoke again. “Do you want to know what I did my third week here in Ponyville?” she asked cryptically. Sunset felt a vast sea of confusion, but knew that nopony ever asked that question without expecting a nod of assent, so she gave one. Princess Twilight chuckled, almost ruefully, “I cast a Want-It, Need-It spell on my stuffed toy from foalhood and nearly caused the entire town to collapse into a riot. All because I thought not having a report on friendship every week would make Princess Celestia angry at me and send me back to magic kindergarten.”

“You cast a Want-It, Need-It spell?” Sunset asked, unable to stop the glowing awe in her voice. “They’re supposed to be super complicated. But wait… why did you do it on a doll?” Sunset raised her head to look at Princess Twilight, although she found she could not do so without shifting her eyes away every now and again. “I mean, of all the things you could have chosen… I guess, I guess it would have been funny to see the whole town fighting over a silly doll.” She chuckled a little.

Princess Twilight gave off a soft giggle of her own, trying to tilt Sunset’s head up so she would sit up a little more before giving off a sigh. “Oh, it’s funny in context now, but Princess Celestia was very cross with me.” Princess Twilight stuck her chin on her hoof and smiled faintly. “Though it did take me quite a while to find out what happened to Mr. Smarty Pants.”

“Mr. Smarty Pants?” Sunset echoed Princess Twilight. “I had a little doll I named that once. I was very little, only about five. Princess Celestia gave him to me when she took me in. I remember, she told me she had stitched and stuffed him herself.”

“But…!” Princess Twilight’s eyes went wide for a moment, and she spoke in a soft, awed voice. “Did… did he have little shorts, and- ”

“... red and blue buttons for eyes?” Sunset said, only realizing afterward she had finished Princess Twilight’s sentence. “He can’t be the same one.” She knew she sounded incredulous, but why shouldn’t she be? It had to be a coincidence.

Princess Twilight turned to her side table and pulled open the larger second drawer with her magic. A moment later, an all too familiar little pony doll floated out from within. He hadn’t changed a whit since she’d last seen him more than fifteen years ago, not one stitch out of place nor fuzzy patch disturbed. The little doll hovered over and perched between the two of them, and Sunset could honestly not say what emotion was flowering up in her chest in that moment. “None of us are perfect, Sunset,” Princess Twilight said quietly, her hoof gently rubbing the little dolls ears. “We’ve all made our mistakes. Sometimes, we just need to be reminded that we’ve all got the stuff in us to be better ponies.” Princess Twilight looked at her and smiled faintly. “Will you take care of him for me? I think you need his help more than I do now.”

The little control Sunset had maintained over herself slowly began eroding as Princess Twilight leaned Mr. Smarty Pants against her chest. She felt her lower lip quivering beyond her control… and she couldn’t hold it in any longer. She threw her arms around Princess Twilight, sobbing like a filly, and her tears flowing in long and fast streaks. She wanted the comfort the princess had shown her only moments before. She needed her to shield her from the world. “But I… I… I don’t have anything in me!” she stuttered through her wailing. “I can’t do a damn thing right! It always goes wrong, I’m always wrong. I never have it in me to make it right, no matter how much I manipulate, no ma… ma… tter who I coerce. It never works! I just want to be able to hide behind somepony who isn’t always faking it like me!”

Her eyes were already burning and her throat was beginning to feel sore, but she couldn’t stop. Years and years of anxiety were pouring out of her, and it wouldn’t stop until there was no more left, or somepony else helped take it out a better way.

Princess Twilight didn’t speak at first, apparently content to try to soothe her with gentle touches and murmurs of reassurance. After a few minutes of this, though, she did speak, almost heart-breaking in her understanding. “First off, Sunset… You do have something in you. It takes something powerful, something wonderful to admit when you can’t solve a problem on your own and need help. I can’t tell you the number of problems we’ve had around here because certain ponies couldn’t admit they needed a hoof.” There was no shortage of tolerant amusement in those words. It sounded like she’d had a lot of experience with that lately.

The princess floated over a hanky and gently began to dry away tears as she continued to speak, keeping her voice calm. “Now, we’re going to sit here like the very adult ponies we like to pretend we are,” Sunset looked up to see her eyes sparkling with mischief and obvious jest at that little quip, “and together, like good friends should, we’re going to help you become the wonderful, smart, talented pony we both know you can be. No matter what strange or unusual paths that might lead us down. I Pinkie Promise.” Princess Twilight crossed her heart with her hoof, then half squished her eye with the oddly familiar gesture.

“Did you just say… us?” Sunset sniffed, barely hanging onto that hope. Princess Twilight wasn’t a narrow minded pony by any means, but that she was willing to engage with her…

“I would hardly be a good friend if I wasn’t willing to find the right way to help,” Princess Twilight half grinned at her, although it was clear she was a little nervous. “I mean, I’ve managed to live with Pinkie Pie, after all!”

“Bu… what do you want me to say?” Sunset asked, her tears beginning to flow afresh, although mercifully alone. “I don’t know where to start, or what’s even important.”

Princess Twilight gave off a thoughtful sound, then a soft sigh. “Well, I’m a little in the dark myself here but…” A hoof gently encircled Sunset’s and squeezed firmly. “I think if we work together, we can figure this out. And as for what’s important… well, I think we’d better figure out some ground rules for this… for us as...” She waved her hoof at the pile of familiar looking fetish books, and her cheeks went pink. “Um… what’s a good word for it?”

A little smile tugged at Sunset’s lips at Princess Twilight’s blush, and she felt a warmth surge in her heart as she leaned up to half-whisper, “Lovers?” She purred out the word, almost teasingly into Princess Twilight’s ear, causing the blush on her cheeks to darken a bit. “No… that’s not quite right,” Sunset mused, feeling a little… naughty. “Mmm. Marefriend doesn’t feel strong enough either.” She gently lifted a hoof, the other keeping Mr. Smarty Pants firmly tucked up against her before speaking in a soft, almost hopeful voice. “How about Mistress and Pet?”

Through most of Sunset’s suggestive offerings, Princess Twilight had done little except let her blush creep further over her cheeks, but at the mention of the dynamic Sunset so hungered for, she removed her hoof from Sunset’s own and laughed rather awkwardly. “Ah… I… Haha… I… that’s… I’m… You...” Princess Twilight fumbled over the words. In her heart, where hope and excitement had been only seconds before, Sunset felt an empty hole. She’d blown it for real this time. Princess Twilight had just been researching the topic, not trying to learn about it for actual use. And Sunset had just gone and asked for far too much, far too intensely.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Princess,” she sniffed, noticing the burning sensation behind her eyes building again and blinking to fight it. She wasn’t going to have a crying pony be the last thing Princess Twilight remembered about her. “I’ll just go… somewhere. I’ll let you and Spike clean up in peace.” She turned away from her princess, pulling herself off the bed only to have a strong, insistent hoof block her at the chest.

“I…” Princess Twilight began, coughed a little, then said over again, “I didn’t say no, did I?” She was putting on her best suggestive voice, just for Sunset, and the tears of defeat transformed into ones of relief. Hope rekindled possibility, and she turned to face the princess again. “Goodness…” Princess Twilight said softly, the look on her face empathetic, “We really do have a lot of work to do with you, don’t we?” Her smile was warm and welcoming, her forelegs spread wide. “Come here, Sunset,” she… commanded. It was very clearly a command, in spite of the small hesitation there.

Sunset nearly threw herself into those waiting arms, nuzzling her nose into Princess Twilight’s beautiful mane and feeling her tears drying away on her shoulder. The princess grasped Sunset’s shoulders, pulling her away to look her directly in the eyes. “Now, there’s a very great deal we should talk - Mmf!”

Since taking chances had turned out well for her so far today, Sunset took her boldest yet. Pushing down her hesitation, she leaned in and pressed her lips into Princess Twilight’s, stroking on her mane at the luscious feeling. She didn’t respond at first, but Sunset teased at Princess Twilight’s lips with her tongue until they opened, and they truly kissed one another. Sunset was already heating up, and as they tugged at each other’s lips… over and over… Sunset allowed a moan to escape her.

Sadly, heaven was not meant to last forever as Princess Twilight almost forcibly pulled her lips away from Sunset’s. Her breath came out in short pants, and only a firm hoof planted dead center in Sunset’s chest kept her from restoring the connection. “Stop,” Princess Twilight’s voice came out, as firm and clear as a hammer blow, and Sunset had to force herself to obey the order, given that she really, really didn’t want to.

Princess Twilight took in a deep breath, her eyes closing for a moment as she exhaled. “Well that was… certainly not how I expected my first kiss to go.” Her voice trailed down into a soft whisper, and her tongue darted out to her lip seemingly unconsciously.

“But it was a good first kiss right?” Sunset asked cautiously, submissively, waiting for the answer she wanted to come. But, when Sunset’s mind began clearing from the heat of the moment, she stumbled over an odd tidbit. “Wait. I can’t have been your first kiss. You’re beautiful, Mistress, and a princess.”

Princess Twilight’s cheeks were still faintly red, and she half turned away in shyness. “I… well, it’s just never come up before. I never really had time for anything like that and... and…” She paused again and giggled in surprise. “And it was a lot more fun than I thought it’d be.”

“So... would you like me to do it again?” Sunset paused, and… Rarity said the only way to get through to her is to keep at it. “I would be happy to service your desires, Mistress,” Sunset offered, controlling her urge to lean forward ever so slightly and bat her eyelashes.

Twilight’s gaze on her was steady, even if it was clear she was dancing on the edge of nervousness. “I think…” Twilight began slowly, her hooves fidgeting a little on the bedspread. “I think as much as I would enjoy that, we need to do this right. I think we need to lay out some… some ground rules.” Twilight held up her hoof, speaking quickly before Sunset could immediately react to that. “I’m not saying anything is or isn’t off the table, just that… we’re moving very fast, and I’ve never done this before, and I’m honestly a little nervous, and…” Twilight’s sudden rush of words came to a crashing halt as she slapped a hoof over her mouth and smiled sheepishly. “Be patient with me, please?” Her voice was playful, but also obviously a bit freaked out. Though in a good way, Sunset thought.

“I… I can do that… for you, Mistress,” Sunset acquiesced. Nothing had been lost and Princess Twilight was not rejecting her advance entirely. It was a small step, but at the same time, a massive leap. And it felt so good to address her as ‘Mistress,’ topped off by the fact that Princess Twilight had not once asked her not to.

“So… how much of the… erm, material did you read?” the princess asked, clearly stalling for time as she rallied her own thoughts.

“Ah… all of it,” Sunset replied. As if she wouldn’t have. It was one of her principles to read everything she could get her hooves on if she was digging deep into a subject. After all, one did not become Princess Celestia’s prize pupil from not reading more than most ponies.

“Excellent.” Princess Twilight’s immediate praise set a warm glow in her chest, even as the princess got her act back together. “So. While I’ve still a little to read myself, I’ve gone through enough to get a general idea of what this is… all about, so to speak.” Twilight eyeballed her desk in the corner of the room, where Sunset noticed an absurdly prodigious stack of parchment sheets teetering just on the barest edge of falling over. Reflexively, Sunset reached out with her magic and straightened the stack, neatly squaring off the edges.

Princess Twilight took notice of the act and a speculative look crossed her face. “Sunset… I need to ask you a very blunt question here. Something that’s important if we’re really going to move forward with this.” Twilight’s face became far more serious as she spoke, but it was clear this was more than just a question… it was a sort of test. “Why do you want to do this? Why me?”

At first, Sunset could not believe her ears. Hadn’t she… no, she had told Rarity… and Rainbow… and Fluttershy. Everypony except the one who she wanted to know most. “You… were me, are me. But I failed, and you succeeded. I lost sight of everything I was supposed to be learning, and you’re proof that I can still come back. You inspire me to do what I should have done in the first place,” Sunset spilled out the words, unable to stop herself now. “I don’t deserve anything from anypony, but you’re willing to give me everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Sunset hesitated over her next words, but decided that if ever there was a time to be completely honest, it was now. “And I guess… I guess I want somepony to love me, and be strong enough and confident enough to tell me when I’m failing. I don’t want to risk hurting others again, and I know you can stop me before I do. I don’t trust myself not to fall again… but I trust that you can make sure I don’t.” Then she felt a smile bloom across her face, cutting through all the emotions with a fierce passion for the pony in front of her. “And the fact that you’re stunningly beautiful as a pony certainly doesn’t hurt.”

Princess Twilight nibbled at her lower lip for a moment, before nodding once. “I suppose… I hadn’t looked at it like that.” She smiled, and oh what a beautiful smile it was! Free of worry and doubt, and her eyes sparkling with that same vivid passion she’d had the first time Sunset had seen her. “And… Well, I’m hardly the best judge of my own looks, so I’ll take your word for it.” Princess Twilight had descended into full on adorableness, and it made Sunset want to squeal and kiss her again.

But she was going to be a good pony and kept herself settled. Princess Twilight cleared her throat and gave her a pointed look. “Well, it’s quite clear your feelings are both intense and real, so let’s get down to brass tacks. I have a great deal still to learn about… well, relationships.” She gestured to the stack of notes. “No matter what I’ve absorbed out of that, the last thing I want to do is hurt you because I wasn’t responsible. And since the books emphasize that it’s my job to be responsible here… We’re going to go at this the proper way, learning together.” Princess Twilight tapped her hooves together, and a bright smile crossed her face. “On the upswing, it will be fascinating to see what I can learn from all those odd physical techniques in there.”

Sunset couldn’t help it. She giggled at Princess Twilight’s enthusiasm. It was quite infectious! “But if we’re going to do this right… ah, where did I put that note…” The stack or parchment rose up, and a sheaf was tugged out from the middle. “Aha!” Twilight exclaimed bringing over the relevant notes. “We need a contract!” she proudly proclaimed, brandishing the parchment with her magic. “So we both have a clear and present understanding of what’s expected of each of us.”

“You mean like a document we mount on the wall? With a seal and everything?!” Sunset asked, her voice bright with anticipation. Bondage sex anypony could do, but a real, physical contract? Princess Twilight was as serious as she was, and the very thought sent a thrill of energy through her body.

Princess Twilight briefly paused, then gave a little shoulder shrug. “Sure. We can do it that way.” She gave a bright smile, and within moments a stream of fresh parchment, quills, ink, and sealing wax were travelling over from the desk.

“You have your own, special princess wax seal, right?” Sunset almost wiggled in place as she said it. “Just for your official documents?”

“And whatever other papers are important to me,” Princess Twilight added with a sly wink as she organized the items on the floor in front of them both. “And scoot closer so you can see and use the quill too.”

Sunset buckled down with a smile fit to set the world afire, and she began to put her head together with Princess Twilight’s. Most of it was just formalities, establishing the little rules that made something like this work. Princess Twilight insisted upon giving her ‘official duties’ which mostly seemed to consist of chores around the library and some vague wording specifying ‘The Princess’ needs’. There was more, nitty gritty stuff, much of it lifted straight from the books they had now both read, with Sunset easily pulling page and paragraph numbers for easy reference. An act which impressed Princess Twilight to no small degree.

But the biggest bits were how to deal with their inexperience. Sunset personally didn’t feel she would have any issues with anything Princess Twilight might want to do to her body, but she was worried that Princess Twilight might have incredibly powerful second thoughts right at the last second. Thus far, the contract had mostly been restricting or directing Sunset, but this was one place she wanted Princess Twilight to agree to her side. “May I add in a condition for you, Mistress?” Sunset tentatively asked.

“Oh? What is it?” the princess raised her eyebrows as she asked.

“Will you promise me that you won’t go chicken on me?” Sunset asked, probably more direct than her place allowed. “I mean… will you promise to at least go through with it at least once? Not back out?” she repeated, this time with much more deference.

Princess Twilight stared at her for a moment, then giggled. “Sunset… I owe you more than just one bite at the apple, so to speak.” The quill lifted and began to scribble on the sheet. “Lets say I’ll give all of this an honest, passionate try for… say, three months?” Princess Twilight tilted her head with a coy smile. “At which time, we will decide,” she reached out to take her hoof and squeeze it, “... together, if things are working out the way we would like them to.”

“I like it,” Sunset replied simply. “Is there anything else you wish to add, Mistress?”

Princess Twilight did a little more writing, a soft hum on her lips. “Just a little wording on the subject of discussing things we might be uncomfortable with.” A thick red stick of wax hovered over the bottom of the document, and the tip glowed with a bit of heat magic. Slowly but surely, the wax dripped… Was Sunset imagining it, or was the sight of that wax actually kind of sensual? She shook the sudden thought off, as Princess Twilight lowered a simple wooden and brass stamp onto the wax and twisted it, the seal glowing for a moment with magical energy before she pulled it back up. “There. Now you’ve just got to sign -”

“Will a kiss do?” Sunset asked smokily, throwing aside her barriers of self control and locking her lips against Prince- Mistress. Mistress Twilight’s. “You… mmm… need to… relax… Mistress,” Sunset moaned between fierce kisses, Mistress Twilight giving way before the sensual onslaught. “Allow me… to… ohhh… tend to… your… needs…” She pushed her tongue farther, and Mistress opened her mouth to greet it, their tongues dancing and twirling around one another between nods and sighs of ecstasy.

The kiss was broken up a moment later, Mistress Twilight’s cheeks flushed red and her breathing coming in swift gasps. “Sunset… Bed.” Her words were broken up by her breathing for a moment, Mistress taking in a gulp of air before speaking again, this time more clearly. “Get back into bed, Sunset,” she commanded, her tone quite brisk.

“Yes, Mistress,” Sunset eagerly obeyed, climbing onto the silky bedsheets. “Where am I to rest?”

Mistress Twilight followed her up, slipping to the headboard and leaning back against it. She did not speak, she only beckoned Sunset toward her with a come-hither hoof, which Sunset swiftly came toward. A moment later, Mistress took gentle hold of her cheeks and pulled her in for a far softer kiss than they had shared before. It was tender and loving, and as sweet as rainfall on a hot summer day. “Right here sounds good to me,” Mistress whispered, her breath aflame with a sultry lust.

“Might I lay my head a little lower? It will be more comfortable for us both, Mistress,” Sunset proposed. Her hoof had briefly touched around Mistress’s nethers, and there was no mistaking that dampness. It needed to be cleaned up. Totally for Mistress’ benefit, of course.

Mistress Twilight blushed again, but there was an unmistakable heat in her voice as she spoke. “Go right ahead, Sunset… I’m certain you can…” Her breathing skipped a beat, her hooves pressing into the bedspread. “Get comfortable down there.”

“... Thank… you… Mistress,” Sunset said, trailing small, sweet kisses from Mistress’ chest until she reached her thighs. She took a long look at Mistress Twilight’s dripping marehood, her scent overwhelming Sunset’s senses. All of her scents, everything she’d first breathed in from those scrolls was here a hundred fold. She took in a deep breath, tantalizing Mistress with the tip of her nose. She probably should have asked permission first before moving on, but the smell, heat, and glistening wetness was too much, and Sunset let her tongue glide over Mistress’ folds in a long, hungry lick.

She could not see Mistress’ face at first, so the first cry of pleasure that escaped her lips was all she could hear. By the time she thought to look up, Mistress’ face had transformed completely. There was an awe and wonder there as she pressed her back up against the headboard, a squirming hoof slowly stroking through Sunset’s mane while she plied her tongue along. “Oh, Celestia…” Mistress whispered in a strangled voice, the words barely escaping out past the gentle gasps that were coming quicker by the moment. “This is… so much… Oh goodness, a hoof could never…”

Sunset was doing her job well, and she pressed father, nibbling at Mistress’ nub briefly before plunging her tongue inside her mistress’ love tunnel. The taste was glorious, better than just the outside, and Sunset felt her own lips begin to drip more heavily at the stimulation in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around inside, drawing it in and out to lap up the love juices now coming in waves from Mistress. And every now and again, she would lick the outside up and swirl her tongue around Mistress’ clit before darting back in again.

Mistress’ face continued to be a beautiful sight, her cheeks now fully flushed and a glaze settling over her eyes. Her free hoof had joined her other, stroking through Sunset’s mane in long motions as though trying to urge her on further. Then a little sparkle appeared, and Twilight’s mouth turned up into a slow and sensual smile of her own. She leaned further back into the headboard and closed her eyes, and Sunset could feel the tingle of a warm, ethereal touch at her own nethers as a gentle glow encircled Mistress’ horn.

Sunset redoubled her efforts, lapping faster and moving her tongue inside Mistress with more vigor. In return, Mistress’ magic began brushing against Sunset’s awaiting folds, and she moaned into Mistress when she felt the magic penetrate her and roll around inside her. But she had to continue to serve Mistress no matter how good that felt, and she latched her lips onto Mistress’ marehood, sucking with her tongue.

Mistress Twilight gave off a little giggle amidst her pleasurable sounds, which was quickly punctuated by a much louder moan as Sunset’s tongue went straight inside her. “Oh, sweet Faust! Right th-there!” her words stuttered over themselves, her magic tongue returning the pleasurable favor vigorously. “Oh, my goodness It’s… t-too good…” Mistress whimpered, her hips unconsciously beginning to push up into Sunset’s ministrations.

Sunset knew Mistress was close… and equally knew that if Mistress kept up at her with that magic of hers, she wasn’t going to be very far behind. And if there was anything Sunset liked most to do when she was close… well, she was sure Mistress would like it too. She pulled her tongue out from inside Mistress’ marehood, stalled for only a few seconds for Mistress to have nothing, then eagerly grasped Mistress’ clit with her lips. Pulling it, licking it, biting it. She spared Mistress’ love button no expense, moving against it with her mouth in every way she knew, and the loud moaning of Mistress was reward enough.

It only took a few moments of that intense stimulation for Mistress’s hooves to latch themselves into her mane. Mistress Twilight’s mouth opened soundlessly for just a moment, followed by a set of panting, sweet moans that got louder and louder as every moment passed. Her voice raised higher and higher, until finally it broke in mid gasp and Sunset felt her mouth almost flooded with the sudden release. Mistress’ body tightened like a harp string all at once, everything tensing for a few agonizing seconds before all of it ran out of her body along with her love juices, leaving her to slump against the headboard as Sunset lapped up the wonderful excess. Her voice was ragged even as she gasped out moan after moan under her breath, oh so slowly coming down from the peak.

And just when she had finished fully tasting all of Mistress’ love juices, she reached her own peak, crying out loudly and falling onto Mistress’ soft, comforting barrel. It was over, but for Sunset, the lingering taste of her Mistress and the bursting emotions of love, lust, and bliss still flowed delightfully through her as she panted into Mistress Twilight’s fur.

There was a shuffling motion, and Sunset realized a second later what was coming as Mistress’ hooves hooked under her forelegs and gently pulled her up to rest her head against Mistress’ chest. “Sweet goddess, no wonder Pinkie is always so enthusiastic about that,” she murmured, both amused and full of wonder. Sunset couldn’t restrain a gentle, tired giggle again at the thought.

“You were amazing, Mistress. Thank you,” Sunset breathed, and her eyes slowly began to flutter shut.

Just before sleep took her, she heard Mistress Twilight’s voice speak in cute quietness, and felt her hoof still gently stroking her mane back and forth. “You’re more amazing than you realize, Sunset Shimmer.” The words sent a surge of warmth through her body as the darkness closed in affectionately around her and her very, very special somepony.