It was too hot.
Something was too hot.
The covers maybe, or her night gown. It could have been that it was just her, that she as a whole was just really really warm.
That made sense actually, because whatever this annoying heat was, it stemmed from her lower half. As she readjusted herself in bed, she noticed the heat made her feel damp too.
Celestia sat up with a frown. It was the middle of the night but her body was keeping her from blissful sleep. Instead, she was forced to sit there with this… this irritation between her legs.
She clenched her jaw. Okay, so it wasn’t the room. She knew what it was that bothered her, she just didn’t want to admit it.
Puberty.
She hated that word. It made her feel uncomfortable, maybe because of the recent chats with her physician and the accompaniment of mother and nanny. Three ponies she could never look in the eye again.
It was her hormones and puberty and things that were changing. Things were growing and forming and they all had this weird effect on her brain that in turn affected her body. It was dreadfully awkward to listen to three older ponies explain to her that her filly’s body was becoming a mare’s.
“What, like a butterfly?” She had asked and grumbled as they laughed.
They had asked her things. Personal things that made her blush behind her white coat and she was expected to answer them truthfully. They told her of things expected of her, of things still prohibited to her. Her mother had begun a story of her first time with her father and almost barfed.
Finally pitying the filly in transition, she was excused.
Hearing that she was one step closer to being an adult would normally have made her strides a bit more prideful, but with all that other embarrassing stuff tied in, Celestia walked like she was dazed.
And now all that awkwardness had followed her to bed.
Realizing she had been rocking her hips, she stopped, trying not to care that ceasing the action was counterproductive to whatever relief it had been giving her.
She had been curious a few times prior to the talk, and had poked a hoof down there to see what was going on, but now the ‘don’ts’ and ‘only when you’re marrieds’ buzzed around in her head.
How was she supposed to make it stop? None of the mares had told her that.
They didn’t tell her she couldn’t look at it. What was the harm in a downward glance?
With apprehension, she spread her hindlegs apart and leaned forward. She expected to see what she always did, two littlefolds and a little bud when she pulled one back. What she saw were those two lips, swollen and parted at the top around a pulsing bud. She gasped and felt a dribble slip onto the bed.
Now that she was so aware of it, she realized she was collecting a wet spot right beneath her. Well, now she had to touch down there, to make sure everything was okay. She had never seen it like this and it was rather captivating.
Just a little nudge, just to get a better view, she moved aside one plush fold of flesh. When her hoof meet her skin, what was meant to be a quick movement turned into a linger. The new pressure had never felt this good before and when she drew her hoof back up, she bit her lip. That felt really good.
As a princess you can’t...
One more time wouldn’t hurt, she thought, pushing the mares' admonitions away from her current focus. She was usually such a rule follower, but this...every stickler was entitled to break one little rule now and again. It wasn’t as though this were tea time and she was using a soup spoon to add sugar to her drink.
Her hoof pressed against the pulsing nub again and she tried not to make a noise as she carefully moved her hoof on it. Celestia began to stroke herself, noticing she liked the way her hoof felt as it grazed her nether lips too. The stroking picked up speed a tad as though Celestia had not been aware that she done so.
As good as it felt, it really wasn’t making the heat go away. If anything it was making things worse. Maybe they were right and she shouldn’t be doing this. She would stop. In a second or two… or ten… or was how ever long it would take her to pull her forehoof away because the longer she did this the better it felt.
She had even closed her eyes, getting lost in the stimulation.
Which was a problem because she was beginning to lose control. Which was shaking the bed. And she wasn’t alone in it. The second reason she shouldn’t have been doing this.
Certain parts of our bodies to remain private...
She may have forgotten that another filly with a black coat and gossamer wings was also asleep on the other side of the over sized princess bed.
Well, she had been asleep.
A groggy Chrysalis rubbed an eye with her hoof, wondering in irritation what could possibly see fit to wake her up. With her back to Celestia’s side of the bed she quickly noticed the slight bouncing of the mattress. Was that sunbutt doing this on purpose? She couldn’t even give her a proper night’s rest before they found something to bicker over.
With a deep frown, she was ready to roll over and give that dumb princess a piece of her mind until she noticed the faint sound of a groan hit her ears. What in Equestria?
Of all the things that goodie goodie could do, Sunbutt couldn’t be doing that, yet it was all but confirmed when a sniff in the air was received with a heady scent.
“What are you doing?” She was clearly miffed that she was awake while the rest of the kingdom was surely in bed. Her tone reflected as such, but more so displayed her curiosity.
Celestia nearly screamed, tearing her hoof away from herself. She panted, feeling her heart race and her face burn with more than just embarrassment. “S- sorry. I was- I just- I didn’t mean-” she stuttered, not quite sure what to do with herself or her hoof now that it was wet and growing cold from the air.
She hadn’t meant to get so into it and wake up the changeling, but she had been so taken with the building feeling between her legs that she couldn’t find it in herself to stop. Now she was going to have to suffer through a torrent of insults, maybe even blackmail by Chrysalis, and she couldn’t argue it was undeserved.
Stupid sleepovers. It was one of Nanny Cribs ideas, to have the girls have a sleepover every once in awhile during Chrysalis’ year long visit to Everfree Castle. Celestia would swear that Nanny Cribs suggested it because she knew how often they disagreed. They were enemies on a bad day and friends for a good couple of hours maybe…
That mare drank filly tears for breakfast, Celestia was sure of it.
Chrysalis watched Celestia with narrowed eyes, and the pink maned filly was sure the changeling was just looking for the best opportunity to strike a verbal blow.
“Do you even know what you’re doing?” she asked with a slight amused incredulous surfacing.
Celestia wasn’t expecting her to ask something like that. A hint on indignation rose in her. “Yeah- I was just... yeah.” After turning her head she noticed how quickly her hoof dried before she placed it on the bed.
She could feel Chrysalis rolling her eyes. “Then why would you do that with somepony else in your bed?”
“Just drop it, it doesn’t matter.” Celestia grumbled, not wanting to deal with this at all.
At this the black filly raised an amused eyebrow. “Pfft, that’s way you keep wriggling?”
“I what- No, I wasn’t-” Noticing that she was in fact shifting her hips in an antsy manner, she stopped immediately.
Chrysalis sighed, preparing to roll back over. “Look, you’ll feel better when you finish, and then we can both go back to sleep.”
“Finish…?”
“So you really haven’t even done this before?” The changeling asked, the entertained shock on her face growing. “What, are you not allowed to or something?” What did they teach fillies in Everfree Forest? Certainly not to be ever free. When Celestia became even quieter, she couldn’t stop the grin on her face turning into an excited smirk.
This could be interesting.
“I could help you.” She said far too casually for the mischief in her eyes, faintly bioluminescent like the edges of her wings and her midsection.
Celestia narrowed her own eyes. They were hardly friends, why would she trust anything that Chrysalis said.
Seeing the look of contention, the black filly removed herself from below her covers and slinked like a cat towards the other princess. Celestia, already at the far end of her side of the bed, couldn’t even retreat as she watched the glowing princess creep near her.
“It’s curiosity, you know, the reason that you were touching yourself.” Her tone too condescending to sound so matter-of-fact.
“What?”
“I bet you're not allowed see anyponies bits real up close and personal like that, and then they tell you not to mess with yours.”
“B- Be quiet, Chrysalis.” She was growing more and more nervous as the princess approached, but the butterflies in her stomach where much more anticipatory than anxious.
“But you just can’t help it because when you look you get excited, and it makes you want to touch it too.”
“Be quiet.” It was like it was taking Chrysalis ages to cross the bed, and at the same time she was already too close.
Chrysalis spoke softly enough that no one could hear them past the door had anyone happened to wander by. “Have you ever kissed a pony?”
Before she could answer, Chrysalis added “family doesn’t count,” in a smug way that fit her much too well.
“No,” she answered quietly. She kept a keen eye on the filly next to her, whose face was inching closer and closer to her own.
“Do you want to?”
Don’t let any pony’s hooves touch…
You’re not old enough for…
Grown up ponies only do this when...
“I uh...” Celestia's breathing had picked up again, and she was starting to feel way too flustered. She definitely didn’t want to kiss her. She was supposed to kiss colts, definitely. They were supposed to make her belly flutter, get her cheeks to burn, and make her want to touch them. The only pony doing that right now was a rather precocious filly and her stupid appealing lips that drifted closer and closer to her own.
Maybe there really was something screwy in her mind, because she was finding herself very eager to kiss Chrysalis. Once, they had gotten so upset over some petty argument that they had a food fight at lunch. And now here they were about to kiss and Celestia had never noticed how nice Chrysalis smelled until she was this close. And her eyes, those teal glowing eyes, usually they taunted her, but now they drew her in like a fly to a flame.
Celestia moaned into Chrysalis when their mouths connected. Her eye drifted shut and the flipping in stomach caused a little spurt of liquid between her legs. If her inexperience had been a bother to the changeling, she certainly didn’t let it show. She easily captained the kiss as Celestia simply enjoyed the feeling. She had half convinced herself that Chrysalis was all scales.
Chrysalis brushed down Celestia’s silky mane before pulling away for air. Thinking that was all Chrysalis had planned to do, Celestia opened her mouth to speak, but Chrysalis used the opening to kiss her again, deeper. That surprised the novice sun mover, but she found rather quickly how much more she liked this one to the last.
It was like Chrysalis was invading her mind through her mouth, like this was the channel that made them one whole being. She could feel every movement and hear every sound Chrysalis made. The feather light brush of the warm muscle on the roof of her mouth added to the heat between her legs.
She tried to copy what she could, the tongue flicking and gliding on her gums. Out of curiosity she lingered around Chrysalis’ fangs, amazed that they didn’t hurt her. This caused a shudder through Chrysalis, who kissed her a little more excitedly.
They broke apart again with Celestia panting much more noticeably than the other princess. Her eyes looked glassy as her mind swam. All from a simple kiss. While she caught her breath, Chrysalis grazed her fangs on her neck. As she felt the warm puffs of Chrysalis’ breathing, Celestia heard those mares again telling her all the things she shouldn’t be doing.
She had made a promise that she would listen, but with Chrysalis nipping at her neck and her hoof trailing down her stomach those voices were quickly drowned out to the thumping of her heart.
“Just relax, okay?” Chrysalis’ mouth was below her ear now. If she wanted Celestia to comprehend the words coming out of them she would have to stop whispering in it.
Once she managed to nod, the hoof on her stomach moved further down until it met the swollen bundle of nerves. It felt a lot different now that someone else’s hooves were there. Her hips rocked forward to match the pressure on her clit.
“Relax,” Chrysalis cooed as she moved her hoof. Celestia couldn’t figure out what Chrysalis was doing to make it feel so much better, but the stroking against her sensitive flesh made her dizzy with pleasure.
As Celestia moaned, Chrysalis changed up her tactics; she went up and down, circled harder and softer until she noticed Celestia responding to one motion the most. When Chrysalis started rubbing her at a diagonal, the white filly felt like her whole body was tightening. It was like earlier when she was touching herself but a million times more intense, more intimate.
“Celestia.” Chrysalis voice sought her threw the blur of her pleasure. “Do you want to see?”
“What?”
“Do you want to see yourself?”
“Yeah, huh?” Celestia replied not totally aware of what was going on. As long it kept this amazing feeling going, she didn’t care what happened. So when it stopped she sat up on an elbow with a whimper and a frown.
Sitting in front of her, Chrysalis deeply inhaled and channeled her magic as she focused on her basic training. In a flash of light and twinkling of magic, Chrysalis was no longer a black filly with fangs and holes, but a white one with a smooth horn and feathered wings. The gasp she heard across from her was enough to show that she had been successful. Opening her eyes, she frowned a little. Her mane and horn were a little too long, but it would do.
Celestia sat up with her mouth agape, momentarily forgetting everything that had lead up to this. She had seen herself in reflections countless times, but never had she seen her own replica. Half of her wanted to run out of the room to get Luna.
“Wow.” For an alicorn she sounded much like a filly seeing a street magician pull a rabbit from his hat. The white filly couldn’t figure out what it was, but the sight of her sitting across from herself managed to be more interesting than Chrysalis’ hoof working her clit. The feeling of combustion had resided, but she still felt warm and restless.
Before her doppelganger could get a line in, the original lunged forward to lock lips with her. She must have been a fast learner because Celestia was leading the kiss and doing very well. Chrysalis was struggling to keep her feathered wings from opening, Still unaccustomed with dealing with errant wings that didn't flitter like a humming birds.
Chrysalis pulled them apart, her breathing significantly laboured. Little drips of clear liquid had been building between her legs for a while, but the way Celestia had looked at her before and then kissed her really got her puddling.
She knew Sunbutt was full of herself.
“Look,” Chrysalis said with a ghost of a smirk as she leaned back a little. Celestia caught her motion and her eyes fell directly between her legs. Her lips spread as she looked upon the slick puffy fillyhood that parted gently for her.
Her hoof reached tentatively, almost pulling back when she heard a gasp and wasn’t sure if it was her own. It was warm, wet, and squishy like hers, but clearly not because she had her own.
She rubbed the clit like Chrysalis had for her until the filly was groaning loudly and her hips were rocking of their own accord. An idea struck so she pulled her hoof away.
“Hey! What gives?” The doppelganger cried at the sudden loss. She blew away a pink strand of mane away from her face in annoyance.
“Use my hoof,” Celestia said breathlessly.
“What?”
“My hoof- or your hoof. I want to see what I look like.”
“Oh.” Chrysalis understood and replaced the hoof that Celestia had removed.
For a while she kept her eyes on Celestia, not believing she would have ever done something like this with her in million years. Yet here she was hoofing it in her bed with her as her, and Celestia was enjoying it. She never took her eyes away from her mimicked center and was now touching herself to it too.
Chrysalis couldn’t keep her head up anymore, it rolled back as her stomach muscles began to clench. All of her muscles joined in as her back arched and a heady groan slipped from her mouth. Her wings finally sprung out and flapped twice before they folded back into themselves. When her back hit the bed, she heard Celestia’s finally orgasmic sound and then a light thump as Celestia slumped on the bed too.
By the time Celestia gathered her senses, Chrysalis was already back to her black coat and sluggishly making it under the covers. She was too tired to scooch all the way back to her side of the bed.
“Is this how it is in the Hivelands?”
“Yeah, things are… different there.”
Celestia followed Chrysalis’ lead, not caring that the changeling was so close. She could let it slide this time. “That was fun.”
“Yeah.” Chrysalis' head was already on the pillow. “Whatever,” usually her words of indifference were harsh, but now they seemed to hold a smile. They definitely didn't. She noticed Celestia was snuggling against her. If she wasn’t so darn cozy she would have definitely pushed her off.
When you’re old enough, you’ll have fun...
“Hey.”
“What?” The changeling couldn’t resist turning around and snuggling closer to Celestia. This wasn’t affection, she was just more comfortable that way.
“I hear puberty lasts a while,” she yawned. “You wanna have a sleepover tomorrow night?”
Chrysalis nodded as she finally drifted off. So maybe a year with Sunbutt wasn’t going to be that bad.
Author's Note
Egad! Gaps has forgone the usual humanized version of our favorite debaucherous characters?!
~~I haven't completed something in so long I may drop off the map once again in shame.~~
This started as a Celly and Lulu foalhood story that turned into to foalcon that turned into Chyrssie/Celly foalcon that I hated, left for months, returned to, still hated and then I wrote this on the side. Moral: What is commitment?
Maybe this will turn into a series... maybe not...
