Author's Note

Welp, I'm not dead.

This is somewhat of a test. A test, if I can still write at least to some part decent things, and if people still want to read my stuff. Maybe better as a single story? Idk...
I got other stuff in the works as well, so here is hope I'm back^^

Just Relax (HarmonySplit)

Just Relax

There were a lot of things Twilight would never admit. One of those things, unsuspected from others of the academic mare, was that her work as Princess of Friendship was hard and strenuous at points. Besides her court, accidents in Ponyville, and her regular visits to Canterlot to help with matters falling into her expertise, she rarely had time for herself anymore.

It wasn’t in any way that she regretted her wings or regalia, but sometimes she was more than unsure if she really deserved them. Besides the support of her family, friends, and even Celestia and Luna, there were a lot of ponies that thought her young and naive. The main source of this coming from the nobles.

Those thoughts were interrupted as she opened the door of her Castle, just to be swept off her hooves, right into the dark orchid ones of the most trusted pony by her side. “Had a rough day again?” Tempest asked before giving her a light kiss.

Before Twilight could get lost in her opal orbs, she responded in kind and sighed. “The nobles are getting more and more troublesome. No matter what I do or achieve, it’s not enough. Blueblood always manages to rile them up, no matter what even Celestia says. I don’t understand what I can do to-”

Her words were interrupted by a hoof on her lips and a warm smile. Getting a good look at Tempest now, her eyes widened. While Tempest Shadow insisted on her old name more often than not, right now she was definitely not that mare. It looked like she had showered and groomed herself, the mane not made up in its usual style, but rather soft and laid down to one side. She didn’t even wear her armor or uniform, which was extremely rare. In one word for Twilight, she was breathtaking.

“I take it you approve,” Tempest smiled. “I talked with Rarity about you and the stress you had, so she suggested we go to the spa, pamper me, and when you came home I make you completely relax. Sound good?” Her voice broke at the end a bit, as if fearing she had gone a bit far with this plan.

Her brain still in astonishment, the only thing the lavender alicorn could do was nod as she was already being carried up the crystalline stairs on her lover’s back. “What are we going to do?” Twilight finally found her voice, but all she got was a chuckle.

“Don’t you worry your head about that,” Tempest said softly as she opened the door to their bedroom, gently disposing of her valuable freight onto the bed. “Now please, on your stomach and just relax.”

“Do you know how hard it is to just relax? The nobles are as bad as never before, and every-” Twilight retorted, but a hoof on her right wing, gently unfolding it, made her stop, losing her train of thought.

“Which is why you’ll be relaxing and staying here while I preen your wings,” was the unicorn’s answer, before taking a lick over one of Twilight’s wing muscles. “And maybe more, if you are nice.”

Twilight shuddered, a light moan coming off her lips at the touch. It had been too long since she allowed herself to relax, too long since there was time to make love to Tempest. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin this, so she kept her body as still as possible and relaxed her wings, giving the unicorn no resistance on her path.

Tempest nibbled gently on a few primaries, aligning them as they should be. “That’s a good mare. It has been way too long since we did anything like this, and from the state of your wings, they haven’t been preened thoroughly in a while.”

“Never time,” Twilight moaned out, concentrating on the feeling in her wings while the only pony she would allow to do it besides herself did a thorough job, straightening all feathers from base to tip, not neglecting tertials, secondaries or primaries. On that, Twilight had to chuckle slightly. Even now she couldn’t help herself but to use correct terms.

“Something funny?” came the request, but Twilight got no time to answer as the unicorn bit down slightly on a broken feather, yanking it out and making the alicorn hiss in pleasure and pain. “Sorry, love, but that one was unsalvageable.” The reply was a repressed groan, making her chuckle and continue her work as Twilight was trying to keep a level head. Something being made harder and harder by her growing arousal.

Tempest did a wonderful job in her mind, combining the preening with a lot of teasing, adding pressure on nerves and muscles you normally wouldn’t, but it made the whole experience that much better. And Twilight already dreaded the end of it. Something the unicorn seemed to have anticipated.

“I hope you don’t think this is going to be a quick job,” Tempest chuckled before laying one wing down and slowly unfolding the other one. This time, however, she changed her location and instead of sitting next to Twilight, she positioned herself right over the alicorn. Before Twilight could ask what she wanted to do, a soft hoof touched her nethers, sending her nerves into overdrive as a rather harsh bite followed it on her left wing. Her moan vibrated through the castle, making her bite down on her blanket.

“I fail to see me lasting long,” Twilight breathed out, words muffled through the blanket, with a small smile forming. “But I also fail to see this being a one-time thing.”

“That’s exactly my thought,” Tempest answered her, lightly licking over the delicate coverlet feather of her left wing, her hoof gently grinding between her legs. “I want to do this kind of thing more often, Twilight. Not necessarily sex, but making you feel good after a hard day of work. All I do is sit on my flank or guard the castle.”

“Ahhhh- I’m sorry but I think Celestia is right.. If you accompanied me as a guard to Canterlot, the nobles would freak out.”

Tempest growled, maybe adding a bit more pressure than necessary. ”And why should we care? They can’t ruin you, you’re stronger than any of them! Those ponies stopped being nobles a long time ago.” She paused, collecting herself before continuing her softer ministrations. “Granted, some of them are more down to Equestria, like Fleur de Lis and her husband, but the rest of them? If I didn’t promise the princesses that I would never raise my hoof outside my duty for you, I would’ve smashed their muzzles long ago!”

“Can we please stop this topic? I’m pretty close,” came the moaned reply.

“I’m sorry, Twilight. I just can’t stand how they treat you,” Tempest mumbled before adding more pressure to her lover’s nethers, the nibbles and licks on her wings intensifying tenfold. Out of practise, she knew where the sensitive spots were. While hesitant at first, Twilight quickly agreed to help her learn the act of preening, and those lessons Twilight enjoyed quickly turned to their first sexual preening and makeout. A day that brought a smile to Tempest’s lips.

By now, her own nethers were slick with arousal and she had an idea. A difficult one they tried once, but it would make the evening more special. “Would you please get on your back, your wings still spread?”

Twilight, confused and frazzled, narrowed her eyes. “Why did you stop, I was so damn close!”

“Relax,” Tempest grinned, kissing her muzzle. “I got an idea you’ll love.”

The alicorn had another remark on her tongue, but she trusted Tempest and did as she was told. It was an awkward position, only a bit uncomfortable through her outstretched wings. When Tempest moved on top of her, one leg over hers and getting down until their nethers touched, she couldn’t help but let lose a moan, mixed with another surge of arousal. What made it even better was her lover reaching to her sides to nibble on her wings, switching from left to right once in a while as their nethers rubbed against each other, slick arousal spreading with both mares moaning.

It didn’t take long for Twilight to reach her breaking point. With the marehood of her lover rubbing against her own hardness, soft nibbles and hard bites mixed on her wings’ nerves and muscles, she came hard.

“I’m…. I’m… I’m AAahhhhhhhh-” was all she got out before she came violently against her lover, drenching the sheets in her juices as she held Tempest dear against her chest.

Tempest chuckled as the alicorn crushed her, used to the fact that Twilight still sometimes forgot her strength. Her mission was accomplished and she felt proud, having allowed the alicorn a small recess from the worries of the day.

The only matter left was her own painful arousal, begging to be taken care of.

“Uhm, Twilight? Do you mind helping me out a little? Twilight?”

The only answer she got was a soft snore, trapped still in her hooves.

“Are you serious now?” she groaned, hanging her head as she realized she was stuck like that and couldn’t move away. “For bucks sake!”

This ending was definitely not planned.