For Twilight and Ponyville!
As the last dregs of Winter melted under the heat of the sun, Twilight Sparkle could finally stop staying inside all day reading and could now be outside all day and reading. Or just open the windows and stay indoors, but then Spike would still be there.
The purple alicorn was doing just that in fact, sitting on a blanket in a field with the sun warming her flanks and a book on old mythos warming her brain. As much as Twilight loved being with her friends and Spike, it was nice to get away now and then and be alone with a nice, thick book.
A shadow falling across her prompted Twilight to tear her gaze from the old pages to find the source. High above her, Twilight could see some manner of large creature flying around, almost as if it were searching for something. It suddenly paused mid-flight, hanging there in the air a moment before beginning a rapid decent. It took Twilight a moment to realize its current angle would land it right on top of her.
With a small ‘eep’, Twilight closed her book and scrambled to get away from her current position. However, the flying creature corrected its angle of flight at the last moment and instead landed right next to Twilight and her blanket as opposed to on top of them. Twilight waved a hoof to dispel the dust the creature had kicked up during its landing, surprised to see Princess Celestia standing before her.
“Oh, hello Princess,” Twilight said cheerily. “What brings you to Ponyville?”
Celestia didn’t answer right away. Instead, she gave her wings a few flaps, both to disperse any remaining dust and to give them one last stretch, before folding them both at her side. Once she had done that, she answered.
“You, Twilight, have brought me to Ponyville.”
“Oh,” Twilight tilted her head, “Uh, not that it isn’t nice to see you, but if you needed me you could have sent a letter.”
Celestia shook her head. “No, this is a rather… delicate subject that I would prefer none knew about but those that need to.”
“Oh, a need-to-know type thing then,” Twilight brightened a little. If she and only she of the denizens of Ponyville needed to know, it was bound to be something really important.
Celestia nodded, “Yes, a ‘need-to-know type thing,’” Celestia shuffled her hooves, prompting a quizzical head tilt from Twilight.
“What’s the problem, Princess? I’ll help in anyway I can and I swear I’ll be very discrete.”
“It is a rather… personal matter, Twilight,” Celestia said, avoiding the other mare’s eye. “One that I can only discuss with you.”
“Oh?” Twilight tried to hide the excitement in her voice. Despite how far she had come since being that bookworm who all but lived in the Canterlot Library, she still craved her teacher’s approval. Good grades got her all hot and bothered, being given personal missions got her excited, and it was all she could do to contain herself when Celestia had chosen her for ascension.
And now, a personal matter Celestia could only discuss with her? Twilight had to try focusing entirely on Celestia to keep herself from squeeing or worse.
Celestia drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, sitting down on her haunches. “Twilight, as you know, my magic is directly tied to the sun.”
Twilight nodded, mimicking the action, her book laid aside on the blanket. “Yes, I remember.”
“Well, while I do hold influence over the sun, it goes both ways; the sun can influence me as well.” Celestia took another breath, resolving to meet Twilight’s gaze again. “It can sometimes have an effect on my… personal being.”
Twilight blinked a few times, trying to puzzle out what that meant. “You mean it affects your biological functions?” she asked hesitantly.
Celestia nodded, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow. “Yes Twilight, in a manner of speaking. It’s worse in the summer, but I was hoping to curb it now.”
Funny, the princess hadn’t been sweating before. “That makes sense, it’s hotter in the summer time. But, what does it do to you exactly, princess?”
Celestia smiled sweetly. “Please, call me Celestia Twilight. Or Celly, or Tia, whichever strikes you fancy.”
Twilight briefly raised an eyebrow, but did as Celestia asked. “Okay then… Celestia,” Twilight smiled, rolling the name on her tongue a little. It felt good. “But you still haven’t said what the sun’s influence on you does.”
Celestia chuckled nervously, wiping more sweat from her brow, her normally regal demeanor slowly coming apart. “Yes well… it is rather embarrassing, Twilight.”
Twilight smiled. “It’s okay, Celestia, whenever you’re ready.”
Celestia nodded and gulped nervously. “Well Twilight, I… I may be the ruler of a nation, but I still have needs.”
Twilight just smiled supportively and nodded. “Of course you do, Princess, I know that.” she blushed briefly. “Er, I mean, Celestia.”
Celestia just smiled weakly and continued. “You have the basic idea, Twilight, but I’m afraid there is more to this than sneaking late night snacks.” Another breath, another swipe of the brow, more nervous chuckling. “When I say I have needs, I mean of a more….” Celestia trailed off. She chuckled again, laying herself down on the grass. “Wow, is it hot or is it just me?”
Twilight laid herself down as well, staring intently at Celestia. “You can tell me, Celestia. I promise whatever embarrassing thing you have to tell me, I’ve gotten worse from Spike or the girls.”
To Twilight’s surprise, Celestia gave a genuine laugh. “I certainly hope not Twilight, or else this will be more awkward than it already is.” The laughter died out rather quickly. Celestia took a deep, steadying breath and then-
“ThesunmakesmehornyandIloveyouTwilightSparkle,” Celestia ejaculated, blushing hotly and ginning like a school filly with her crush.
Twilight blinked a few times. “…I’m sorry, the sun makes you what?”
Following the rather… interesting scene covered previously, we now invite you to sit back, relax, and enjoy the following popular culture reference.
After that fateful spring morning, there was a rather long silence between one Twilight Sparkle, and one Princess Celestia. The silence was so profound that it lasted well past the awkward mark on the silent time passage chart. And so, Spring changed into Summer, Summer suddenly became Winter, and Winter decided it was best to not trust Spring and Summer again, what with what happened last time, and decided to go straight to Autumn. Autumn, of course, didn’t like the idea of taking Spring’s shift, and promptly handed the responsibility back over to Summer. Summer really thought this was a bad move, and, seeing as Autumn had already left and all our Winter Soldier references are tied up elsewhere, Summer did a backwards leap to become Spring once more. Which is good, because it never really should have changed in the first place.
And so, it is on that day that we resume with our regular narration…
“Weird weather this week,” Twilight Sparkle said, looking out the window at the bright Spring day, which had been as hot and muggy as the middle of Summer only yesterday.
“Discord said the seasons were having an argument,” Fluttershy said, currently in the process of making them both cups of tea.
The two were currently inside Fluttershy’s cottage, which is located just on the edge of the Everfree Forest. Which makes sense because plenty of animals still love in or near the forest, but doesn’t make sense because she’s absolutely terrified of the forest. This of course has absolutely no impact on the rest of the story whatsoever…. The Author’s a little off-kilter right now - give him a moment.
Twilight ‘hmm’ed softly at that. Discord messing with the seasons was usually something she’d investigate further or send a letter to the Princess. Of course, 'usually' was something of an old notion at this point. Because, usually the Princess didn’t come down to Ponyville in a very secretive matter. Usually, the Princess exuded a sense of calmness and regality. Usually, the Princess didn't express her profound desire to alleviate her magically induce estrus by having sex with her former student right to said student's face.
Twilight had panicked, as it wasn’t everyday the ruler of the nation proposes sex in an open field to you. When she was smaller and faced with logic numbing anxiety, Twilight had the habit of teleporting randomly. Now that she was older and wiser, Twilight had managed to teleport in a general direction instead. It had only taken her three tries to get back to the library!
Seeing as Golden Oaks had been housing the Elements of Harmony for a time, a great many magical wards had been placed over it to protect the artifacts. Even though they were no longer there, the enchantments remained. One of these kept anypony but the spell caster from using a teleport spell to enter. Another, dormant until activated by a spoken phrase, would prevent any from entering physically. These and other enchantments helped convince Twilight she was safe from horny goddesses long enough for her to come to her senses and realize that a pony of Celestia’s power level stood a good chance of simply breaking these spells.
However, it appeared as though Celestia never made any attempt to do so, as the library remained quiet the rest of the day and several days afterwards. When there were some dramatic changes in weather, Twilight became concerned. If the Sun and the weather could influence Celestia, it stood to reason she might be able to affect them as well.
Efforts to find Spike so she might send a letter to Luna asking about Celestia’s state proved fruitless, but luckily she received a letter from the lunar princess detailing Celestia was in Canterlot but little else. Once the seasons had regained normality, Twilight had decided it was in both hers and Equestria’s interests to figure out this… situation with the Princess. Books rarely failed her, but then again this was a rare situation. Her friends, though no doubt doing their best, would likely prove fruitless as well.
Save Fluttershy, of course.
Writing romance novels, several of which were critically acclaimed, surely meant that the pegasus at least had an idea of what love was. Which was honestly far more than Twilight. Which brought Twilight to her current predicament of broaching the subject.
“Two sugars, right?” Fluttershy asked, plopping a few in her cup.
“Right,” Twilight nodded. She turned away from the window and made her way over to the table, sitting across from Fluttershy as the pegasus stirred the tea.
“So, what can I help you with?” Fluttershy asked as she slid the tea cup over to Twilight.
The alicorn didn’t answer right away, first blowing on her tea and then taking a sip. Swallowing the hot liquid, Twilight gently placed the cup back on the coaster before speaking.
“I need to talk to you about…” Twilight tried to think of a better word before deciding there wasn’t one. “About love.”
Fluttershy raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What about it?”
Twilight shifted uncomfortably. “Well… let’s say somepony was in a very personal but platonic relationship with somepony else. But then it turns out that one of them has very strong feelings for the other. But when she tells the other pony, the other one doesn’t know how to react and runs away. And now the other pony thinks she may have hurt the first pony’s feelings, but she’s not too sure if she should even try to talk to her.” Twilight took another sip of tea to try and calm herself. “What, as a writer, would you recommend the other pony do?”
Fluttershy was silent for a time, sipping her tea while looking up and to the left, which, as you know, is the classic writer thinking pose. After a time, she set down her tea and spoke.
“Well, I recommend that this other pony do exactly that: talk to the first pony. If she’s not sure how she feels, she should tell the other pony that, and then they could work out the problem together.” a pause. “Ideally, they would then fuck.”
Twilight was not one so crude as to rudely spray hot tea whenever she heard something shocking. However, the body still has its immediate reactions and when it can’t do one, it does another. So while Twilight did not spray hot tea all over Fluttershy, she did lose her grip on her tea cup. The soft carpeting of the cottage saved the cup, but the tea still spilled. And a good amount of it over Twilight’s thighs.
“Yeow!” Twilight shouted, jumping backwards while trying to get the tea off of her, succeeding only in landing in a mess of tangled wings and tail a few feet away.
“Oh my,” Fluttershy said softly, scrambling over to Twilight, using a small towel to clean the tea from her. Once that small crisis was over, Twilight stared at Fluttershy in a strange cocktail of emotions.
“What the hay, Fluttershy!” Twilight said, panting after the shock of hot tea in her lap and her friend’s choice words.
“What?” the pegasus said innocently. “It would sell better if they did.”
“What?”
Fluttershy blushed. “W-well… ponies like it when a couple they’ve seen going through all these twists and turns finally get together. And they like it even more if they, uh, consummate the relationship as well.” the blush deepened. “This is, uh, for a book, right?”
Twilight sighed and got up; using her magic to return her cup to the table and clean up the tea she spilled.
“Oh, it’s not?” Fluttershy asked, only to turn practically scarlet. “Oh gosh, I just said - eep!” she covered her mouth with her hooves.
“It’s, uh, okay Fluttershy; you did give me some good advice,” Twilight said as she walked to the door. “Even if you, uh, didn’t realize it.” Twilight blushed as well as she opened to door. “Uh, thanks for the tea. I’ll… see you later.”
Fluttershy nodded vigorously, waving Twilight off wordlessly.
Closing the door to the cottage, Twilight spread her wings and took to the sky, angling towards Canterlot.
Author's Note
Hell really isn't as bad as they keep telling you.
