Author's Note

This is what I call Pink Lemonade, a romantic clopfic.

Chapter 2

Twilight relaxed back into the jasmine scented bed. The part of her mind that was still functioning wondered why Celestia’s bed smelled like perfume. The other part was too consumed with pure bliss to come up with any theories. She adjusted herself on the bed trying to find a more comfortable position. She writhed around as little jolts of pleasure moved through her nervous system. She pushed her forelegs back, pushing up her hips. She was rewarded with the sound of a dainty giggle. Twilight could feel the wetness of her lower regions, the sweat coming down in droplets all over her body.

Twilight began to wonder exactly what Celestia was too her. As a citizen of the Solar Empire of Equestria Celestia was her Princess, her rightful sovereign. She was loyal to Her above all others. Her obedience was rewarded.

She gasped out as Celestia’s tongue left a trail of fire over her cunt.

Yes, she was rewarded. The pleasurable sensations running up and down her marehood contrasted nicely with the sting in her hindquarters from where Celestia had spanked her earlier. Oh yes, she had been a naughty, naughty student and hence was taken over Celestia’s lap for her much-deserved punishment.

It was funny. When she was a filly and Celestia spanked her and called her a naughty filly it made her cry and think about what she’d done. Now when Celestia spanked her and called her a naughty filly it made her moan and ask for more.

Twilight returned to her ruminations about who Celestia was to her. Celestia was her teacher. She’d taught her everything she knew about magic. Celestia and Twilight had spent long hours poring over ancient texts about magic. Celestia had always been patient with her, helping her sound out the harder words.

Sometimes, Twilight thought, Celestia had stepped into the role of a mother towards her. For instance, once when Twilight had gotten a cold she had gone to lessons anyway. Celestia had known she was sick right away. The Solar Princess had sent her off to bed immediately. Then she had made her a bowl of tomato soup. Twilight spent the rest of that lesson cuddled in Celestia’s wing with a bowl of soup. Celestia had read to her and not assigned her even a page of homework.

There were times when Twilight would awake from a nightmare. So, Celestia would let the unicorn sleep in her bed. Many a pleasant night had been spent in the Princess’s warm embrace. When Twilight was nestled in Celestia’s wings she felt like nothing could hurt her. Nothing could get to her or cause her to feel afraid. She was safe, completely and utterly safe, and secure in the wings of the most powerful, loving and kind being on the planet. Twilight had used every excuse possible to get a hug from the Princess. Occasionally when she had really wanted a hug she’d just thrown her forelegs around Celestia’s neck. Celestia had never pushed her away or rejected the show of affection. She had always hugged her back. There were those precious moments before Celestia’s fireplace when they had snuggled while reading a book together. Their lessons somehow all seemed to end like that.

Twilight writhed on the bed as Celestia’s tongue found a particularly sensitive spot.

It had all changed after puberty when Twilight had begun having feelings for the Princess that were more that platonic. Much, much more than platonic.

Twilight let out several squeaks. No, Celestia was no longer a mother figure to her. Maybe she never really had been. Maybe she was more of a friend.

After every lesson Twilight and Celestia would share a pot of tea. Twilight had begun to know the Princess not just as a teacher and surrogate mother. She had begun to see her as a friend. In addition to Shining Armour, Cadence and occasionally Moondancer Celestia was among the few friends Twilight had. They had taken long walks in the garden, walking so close that their tails had nearly intertwined. Then Celestia had sent her away to Ponyville. Twilight loved the friends she’d made in Ponyville. Her life just wouldn’t be the same without them. Her heart, though, remained in Canterlot. She’d tried to bury her feelings for Celestia. After all, there was no way the Princess could love her back. Nonetheless every Saturday would find them taking their walks through the rose gardens. For a time they had decided they were friends. Just friends. Twilight had accepted that.

No, no she hadn’t. But she’d decided she’d have to live with it. One night, she’d had one too many shots of whiskey. She wasn’t sure what happened (she vaguely recalled a drunken demand for belly-rubbing), but the next morning she had woken up to find herself in bed with the Princess just like those nights of her early youth. Celestia had been smiling down at her then had kissed her. Twilight had been surprised, but then had melted into the kiss.

“Took you long enough, Princess.” She’d moaned.

A stroke from Celestia’s tongue brought her back to the present.

“I love you, Princess!” She gasped as waves of pleasure washed over her, erasing all of her thoughts. Twilight could feel her soul expand, her spirit lift to dance among the stars themselves. Her body trembled as her consciousness ascended to Heavenly realms. She felt like she was rolling in the grass of the Divine pastures.

“Gods! Gods!” Twilight moaned as her body was overcome with bliss. She wasn’t sure how long the fiery ecstasy rolled through her. There was no time in this place. There was only an endless ocean of pleasure, waves upon waves of pure ecstasy. Her gasps turned into prayers. Her entire body became one great rolling wave of ecstasy.

This was heaven. She had died and entered the Heavenly Pastures where the grass rolled forever. Her soul began to return to her body. The jolts of pleasure began to lessen and she was left as one trembling mess on the jasmine scented bed. The Goddess smiled down at her.

“And that, my little pony, is cunnilingus. Any questions?”

Her mind wasn’t yet ready to process words.

“You are my Goddess.” Twilight said as her body continued to shiver.

“Just because it makes you put your knees to your ears and say ‘oh, Gods’ doesn’t make it a religious experience, Twilight.”

“I’m pretty sure I saw the face of God.”

“I hope not. My dad watching us have sex would be mildly disturbing.”

“You are Goddess.” Twilight whispered, suckling her nipples. It was Celestia’s turn to moan in ecstasy.

“Yes, Mortal. I am Goddess.” Celestia rolled onto her back and spread her legs. “Taste of my divine nectar.”

Twilight buried her muzzle into Celestia’s marehood, taking in the musk of the Divine Cunt. She flicked out her tongue over Celestia’s slit. She was rewarded with the sound of Celestia’s moaning. It was like the most beautiful music she had ever heard. The scent of Celestia’s vulva intoxicated her and she drank from it, lapping up her love juices as if they were flowing from the Chalice of Life itself.

“Slower, Twilight, slower.” Celestia instructed. Twilight obeyed, slowly drawing her tongue over Celestia’s sex.

Celestia continued her moaning. “W-when you asked me for lessons on sex…I was-oh-hesitant. But this is the best…lesson plan…ever.”

"I'm glad to please you." Twilight responded as she briefly lifted her head from between Celestia's legs.

"Hmm...yes, you have pleased me." Celestia told her. Twilight continued giving long strokes to Celestia's heavenly cunt. Her muzzle was covered in love juices. All she could smell was Celestia. Her world became the richness of jasmine and the sweetness of Darjeeling tea. She closed her eyes and breathed in Celestia. Roses and Jasmine and tea and the warmth of the sun and ivory soap. That was suddenly her world.

"Ah...oh, Twilight. For so many years I tried to deny my feelings for you."

Twilight didn't respond. She plunged her tongue into Celestia's opening eliciting cries of pleasure.

"Then you came to me that night and spilled all your feelings. You're the brightest student I've ever had you know that?"

Twilight blushed.

"So, how could I not love you back?" Celestia asked then her voice broke off into unintelligible moans. "You are a quick learner."

"Have you ever been with any other students?" Twilight asked, suddenly jealous.

"None of them were able t-to capture my heart like you did...oh..."

Twilight was unskilled, but ecstasy still flowed through Celestia's body. She shivered and trembled, her alabaster body writhing as Twilight's had.

Twilight rolled away from her as Celestia collapsed onto the bed. She spread a wing and drew Twilight close to her, giving her a peck on the cheek. Twilight snuggled into her wing.

"Celestia, what am I to you?"

"What a strange question." Celestia said, a smile tugging her lips. "You are my Twilight. Unique. Irreplaceable. There has never been one like you and never will be again." She kissed her ear. "You are the most precious treasure in my empire. In all Equestria. In all this world."

Twilight gave a satisfied sigh.

"And what am I to you?"

"You are my Goddess."

"I'm a goddess to millions. What am I to you Twilight?"

"My teacher, my mentor, my friend, my...my Celestia. There's only one of you in this whole world. You are the most precious pony in this world to me." Twilight said, knowing she was echoing Celestia's words. "I can't think of any other way to describe it. You are my sun. You are the light of my world."

Twilight was cut off with a kiss.

"I love you, Twilight."

"I love you to, Celestia."