Princess Celestia Dons Socks
Evening brought with it three things for Princess Celestia: a delicious and filling supper, time spent enjoying her sister’s company and the simple, satisfying pleasure of a hot bath. Now free of the massive tub—enough to fit a small squad of guards in—she stood before the wall-length mirror, examining herself.
There was a little more weight around the thighs and buttocks than she recalled; her wet mane clung to her coat, covering the worst of the view but gently pushing it aside revealed a sight far better than she’d been expecting – bunched as it was, her hair had merely given the appearance of thickness. Smiling appreciatively, Celestia turned herself to one side – the gentle curves of her rump were just as she remembered.
Not quite so reassuring were her thighs; with her legs together there was no denying that all those pastries had been going nowhere else. She could hardly be blamed! Some of the finest pâtissiers in Equestria toiled in her kitchen and it would be nothing short of an insult to decline their delicious goods. Besides, she thought to herself, perhaps it’s time that fashion was brought back to favouring a hale physique.
At the least, her sheath looked less out of place, nestled between her legs as it was now. And seeing that recalled her to one last matter that needed attending this evening. Something she hoped dearly might be added to her list of evening delights.
In the privacy of her quarters, there was never a need to cover herself. A quick heat spell saw off the worst of the bath’s residue and a flick of her neck later saw her now dried mane whipping about her shoulders. Along with the recently commissioned choker, she also levitated a number of hair-bands, ceremonial armlets and shoes normally reserved for official events. There was only a momentary hesitation in her magic before she opened a small drawer and gently levitated out a small, golden package.
If ever there was a night to wear them, this was it. One last look at her bed confirmed that yes, she had made sure to instruct her staff to cover it with her winter duvet. Pale red silk embroidered with golden suns, it spoke of the promise of winter and sitting down on it was just as welcoming and comforting as basking under a warm midsummer’s day.
First were the hair-bands. Gold, inset with amethyst, they complemented her coat beautifully, or so Luna had told her. Threading her hair through them was easy enough, especially as the placement of each revealed the shape it was to take – thick, rounded bunches that were luxuriously soft to the touch. Her tail received a similar treatment, a single band going on near her dock.
The package should probably be attended to next, that thought came to mind as she passed her gaze from it to the armlets and choker. They’d be too difficult to fit on with all of that constricting her. Celestia had to remind herself to breath upon taking up the package, so exhilarating was it to finally have the thing. Tied with a deep blue bow, it came undone with a single pull. Then her breath caught in her throat and her eyes snapped open fully.
She had read of Saddle Arabian silk, surely but to see it on such garments, to see its shimmering sheen under the gentle light of her quarters was… Celestia hesitantly stretched a finger to one, running it across the garment. The sensation left a shiver running through her; oh yes, her guest should appreciate this, would love it.
Unfolding the garment, it fell into the shape of a long glove. Two fingers were to be covered, three left bare; contrast. At each end, there was lace and silk spun into an intricate, floral patten. It was sumptuous in its decadence, rich even by her own standards. Without having thought about it, Celestia was already threading her fingers into the glove, letting her eyes flutter shut as little ripples of pleasure coursed through her. Would anypony ever believe that the act of dressing oneself could be so sensual?
Her uncovered fingers trailed about the wrist of the glove, marvelling at the texture. The duvet beneath her was as good as unspun cotton compared to this! Like a warm breeze, the gentle touch of her sister’s hand and the almost-ethereal feeling of her own mane when loosened on the solar winds, it all came together in a way that almost defied explanation.
Temptation rose in her, starting with a finger trailing across her cheek and down to one of her lips.
Celestia sighed softly, letting her eyes fall shut as she gave in and stroked her finger across her chin and delicate neck, slowing as it met her chest. Breath quickening, hand trembling, she brought the covered fingers over one of her breasts, pausing upon touching the areola. The smooth skin tingled in a way that took her breath away, only intensifying as she edged closer and closer to the nipple until finally a gasp escaped the mare upon lightly brushing it.
"Oh…"
At what point her other hand had descended between her legs to rub at her sheath she didn’t know, time was lost to the excitement of such touches. The beginnings of a throb pulled her back to the present, a single finger tracing along the edge of her sheath. Loathe as she was to take her gloved finger from herself, it was with the reminder that it was for another that she did this. After that it was pure accident, she convinced herself, that led to her gloved arm brushing against one or the other exposed nipples.
The other glove followed suit in the same fashion but Celestia did pause briefly to stroke each hand against each opposing arm. The quiet susurration of the fabrics against one another was divine, to say nothing of how they would rub against the small nubs of bare skin.
That left the other portion of the package, those longer garments, larger too. They would be for purple fingers to rove across, to pause on before shifting further up her legs. Celestia couldn’t stifle a giggle, imagining the young mare’s excitement and anxiousness in equal abundance. Surely one such as her would appreciate the sensuality of long stockings.
With grace more befitting an icon, Celestia levitated one of the stockings to her hands, unfolding it to marvel anew. The pale navy already looked so beautiful against her arms, how much more would it be on her legs? With a huff, she drew a hoof onto her bed and looked down along it – her coat immaculately groomed, it was quite appealing already. And then her hands, with those treacherous, treacherous gloves upon them, took her hoof and started slowly stroking up along the leg.
With every inch, Celestia’s breath started to quicken again, until she was at her knee and she was practically gasping. Her hoof was extended into the air, one hand now resting behind her to hold her up as the other stroked along and around her thigh. The muscles underneath rippled as the heat between her legs swelled, tail struggling to flick against the bed. Oh that those were Twilight’s fingers, dancing against her coat with those gloves on them…
"Oh!"
Not looking down, she could only feel the glove’s fabric trail over her inner thigh—leaving in its wake the most delicious ripples of pleasure—across her pelvis and then making an agonisingly slow track around the tip of her member that now poked out from its sheath. It was impossible even to breath, to think beyond anything than that constant current of pleasure.
A soft thump resounded as Celestia fell back onto her bed, dropping her other hand to one side as she gulped in air. That was… surely this fabric had to be enchanted! There was no other explanation for any of that, for the way the heat did not vanish but instead merely dropped off but still grew slow.
"Round two," Celestia muttered, sitting herself upright again.
Her hoof was shaking as she brought it back up to the bed and this time there was no wasting the chance to get the stocking on, as horribly tempting as it was. Unfolded, the patterning at the top was far more intricate, tiny swirls wound around leaves and petals stretched out among it all. But even in her hands, even with the gloves covering her arms, they still felt so terribly good.
Getting a hoof into the top was easy enough but care had to be taken as she thread it through. Over her hock and knee, every little brush against her coat making her smile in a way she was sure looked stupefied. That was when her first problem of the evening arose – upon reaching her thigh, the stockings proved too small.
She could hardly be blamed, though! The measurements given were the last taken, when… evidently not quite so many cakes had been consumed. Gritting her teeth, Celestia gave a tug and felt the stocking barely move. Already her thigh stretched the fabric and the more she tugged upwards, the more it bulged over the edge. Both hands were brought down, barely able to make headway all the same.
With a sharp snap, she stopped momentarily and leaned back, taking a breath. There was still another couple of inches of the stocking to go but it was impossible, there could be no way she could fit into the thing!
But she had to. If there was one thing Celestia was not willing to budge on, it was that this evening—so meticulously planned—was going to go awry. Grunting, she pressed her fingers under the edge of the stocking and gave another tug. It moved just a fraction, squeezing all the tighter on her thigh as she kept up a tight pull. Wriggling her leg wasn’t much use, barely seeing the stocking move at all.
An idea came to mind, one that was risky but might well end this. A kick, a hard tug on the stocking and it... was... on! Her hoof pressed to the end, her leg stretched up high in the air Celestia leaned back. She giggled and the giggle quickly turned to a laugh. Her thigh bulged over the top of the stocking and she trailed a finger from her coat to the fabric, smiling at how little give there was. There’d be no getting those back off tonight.
Round three left the other leg to be done but with the knowledge of how to get it on, it was a much easier affair. More pressing was, as she finally yanked it to its end, her elbow grazed against something hot and hard, something that left her gasping and shaking. Half spilled out from her sheath, her pink member throbbed under its desire for attention.
And this time there was no denying it. One hand lowered to take it in her grasp while her magic levitated her shoes on. Affixing them would normally be a trivial task but with her mind so awash with the sensations of her gloved hand sliding against the smooth skin of her cock, it was a chore. But with them done she allowed herself to sit back, to spread her legs and let her member bob at its full length.
One more, just more more stroke; biting down on her finger, Celestia brought the other hand back down, wincing at the burst of pleasure that washed over her as she ran a finger in quick circles over the head. It would be easy, so easy to give in – to just… rub one of her nipples while doing so, alternating between a gloved finger and one uncovered…
"No!"
No. That would be for another to do, to share with.
Hands shaking once more, Celestia reached for her armlets and attached them, appreciating how well the gold sat against the silk. A leather strap held them, easy enough to remove should her guest find them not to her liking. The choker, less so. Magically sealed, the spell to remove it was rudimentary but caught in a heated moment of passion might be difficult to focus on.
A chain holding two cut amethysts fell between her breasts as Celestia finally allowed herself to rest on her bed, extending her wings out protectively. It shouldn’t be too long until she was along, until two purple eyes scanned over her naked body and-
"Princess Celestia! I’m so, so sorry I’m late! I had to make sure Spike would be okay for the night and then Pinkie wanted to throw me a going-away party even though she knew I’d be back tomorrow… morning… and…"
Propping herself on her elbows, Celestia looked up just in time to see her former student’s wings snap out to attention, violently pulling her sweater up in the process and bearing her chest as surely as Celestia’s own was.
"Goodness, Twilight, I don’t believe you’ve ever been quite so pleased to see me!"