Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship and unofficial Protector of Ponyville, awoke early one Sunday morning to the sounds of birds chirping, the local mailmare running into a telegraphpost, and industrious cooking eminating from the lower levels of the castle. Comfortable in her own privacy, she stretched luxuriously, sensuously feeling her invitingly curvaceous flank and tight, yet supple, skin. The memory of her 'endeavours' of the previous night was still fresh, and she couldn't help but allow a chamingly embarrassed giggle escape her lips. Rainbow had been right, why go to all the trouble of sharing her life with a special somepony when she could experience all the intimate pleasures which such a union could bring on her own?
These thoughts were enough to rearouse her already highly-strung body and, aware of the time, it took all of her not inconsiderable will-power to restrain her hooves from providing further excitement. In her ecstasy of the previous night she had forgotten to provide a means of catching her issue, and she had sprayed onto not only herself and the sheets, but also onto her expensive Princess Celestia body-pillow, all of which would require extensive magical cleansing. They were still wet, and an almost overpowering urge to lick up any surface residue overcame her. After a moment of indecision, however, Twilight was able to restrain herself, and she set about the task of washing her juices off the bedclothes and pillow without using her own tongue and lips.
After completing this self-set chore, which took some minutes even with her high level of magical expertise, the violet Princess of Friendship trotted first to a large cupboard in the corner, placed her Celestia-pillow inside, and locked it. The she crossed the room to her extravagantly decorated en-suite bathroom, and proceeded to wash herself thoroughly. Today was an important day, to both Twilight herself and Equestria as a whole, and it would not do to be looking anything other than her very best. With representatives of several species expected to be at the Summit, it was vital that she give as good an impression of Equestrian life as possible.
Finally feeling properly presentable and ready for day, Twilight gave what she had privately termed the 'fun-cupboard' a fond glance, before teleporting down to the castle dining room. Despite Rarity's best efforts the room still felt large and empty when compared with the kitchen-dining room of the Golden Oaks Library, and the discharge of magical energy caused by her sudden appearance created a cacophonous echoing crack! Spike, not expecting such an entrance, jumped violently, and would have dropped the tray he was carrying, along with his and Twilight's breakfasts, onto the floor, had not the Princess foreseen such an unfortunate occurrence and caught them in the grasp of her magic.
“Wow Twilight, you made me jump!” Spike, as adept as ever at making unnecessary comments, smiled, belying the affection he felt for his friend and mentor.
“Sorry Spike, I didn't think it would be so loud. What's for breakfast?”
“Toast!”
“Toast?”
“Toast.”
“Toast? Is that al-” Twilight, feeling that that might sound a little rude, hastily corrected herself. “I mean, I heard you clanking around with pots and pans and things... I thought you might be making something else? Something a little more – substantial?”
“Nope. At least, I did make the full Haynglish for you, but you took so long getting ready, that it went cold, so I thought 'Hey, why waste it?' So I ate it instead. You don't have time now for much to eat anyways.”
Immediately feeling bad for keeping Spike waiting, and guilty at the reason behind it, Twilight attempted to make amends. “Oh no! I'm sorry Spike. How about I do breakfast tomorrow for you for a change?”
“That'd be great, thanks Twilight! But hadn't you better get a move on, you don't have long.”
A glance at the clock was enough to convince his mentor of the verity of his words, and she quickly timber-wolfed down the meal. Three slices of marmalade-on-toast and one cup of lukewarm tea later, and Twilight was ready to depart.
“Thanks Spike, that was lovely. And sorry again for wasting your time. I'll see you tonight, have a good day!”
“'S alright Twi', enjoy the Summit. Hope it goes well, see you later!”
“Bye!”
And, with a last dash upstairs to collect her notes and figures to be presented to the delegates, the Princess of Friendship took to the air and winged it swiftly to Canterlot.
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From his vantage-point high up upon the chandelier in Twilight's bedroom, an invisible, semimalevolent draconequus had perceived all that had taken place there that night. Nothing, from the room's usual inhabitant's first gentle forays of exploration into her own fillyhood, through the sweaty excitement and heady scent of a heavily aroused mare, to the throbbing, pulsating explosions of bliss which had left her soaked in sweat and spent vaginal fluids, had been missed. The Master of Chaos had been quick to notice the extent to which a life-size body-pillow of the Solar Princess had been utilised, and had not ignored the ecstatically screamed words, muffled by synthetic fur, which spoke of a depth of passion ripe to be taken advantage of...
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On her arrival in Canterlot, Princess Twilight, after dumping her few items of luggage in her Palace bedroom, hastily sought out her mentor and, since Twilight's ascension to princesshood, equal, Princess Celestia. Despite feeling a small amount of bashfulness at the thought of spending time with her idol, she wished to go over the day's itinerary one, final time, to ensure she had it memorised to perfection.
After enquiring as to Celestia's whereabouts Twilight was able to find her without trouble, in the midst of perusing Shire's Encyclopædia of Griffons in the Canterlot Palace's library. The demigod of the Sun, seated upon a relatively small chaise longue, was pleased to see her.
“Twilight! I am glad you are here. We have just a few more minutes before our guests will be ready to begin the Summit, and I have learnt something most interesting about Griffon homelife. Won't you take a seat?”
In spite of a certain embarrassment at being so close to one for whom she held such a captivation, Twilight squeezed onto the longue alongside Celestia. After allowing the young princess a few moments of wriggling to find the most comfortable position, Celestia continued.
“It concerns the extent to which it is considered normal to inquire as to another's health, when meeting them for the first time after a long absence. Initially, it is apparent, from reading this chapter in full, that one must first take account of-” She broke off, concern for her former student appearing in her eyes. “Are you feeling quite alright, Twilight?”
Though she had pretended to be interested, Twilight's thoughts had lain elsewhere. Being so close, almost intimately so, with Celestia, and having ample opportunity to drink in the shapely, lithe nature of her flanks, was enough to cause a slight flush to form upon the Princess of Friendship's face. Sitting on so small a settle it was not possible for Twilight to maintain any sort of physical distance between them, and her already beginning state of arousal was heightened by the fact that Celestia's rump, taut and smooth, was pressed firmly up against her own. The increasingly redness of her complexion was what had caught her companion's attention.
“Oh y-yes! Yes, very well, thank you, C-Celestia!”
A slight sense of puzzlement still evident across her face, Celestia glanced upwards to the regularly ticking, and sumptuously ornate, timepiece above the nearby fireplace. Seeing the time, the immediately stood back up and put down the tome. “Goodness, Twilight, we must be going. If you're sure you are feeling fine then I think we had best be going down. We must not keep the delegates waiting!”
As Celestia stood up, Twilight was barely able to suppress a pleasurable moan, as their hips were stroked against one another. “O-of course! Yes, we mustn't be tardy!”, she stammered, before standing also.
Side by side they made their way out of the library, along the winding corridors, and down the main staircase; a slightly worried Twilight only too aware of the vaguely damp sensation creeping down her inner thigh. At last, after what seemed far longer than usual, they arrived together outside the Hall of Years, in which the Summit was to take place.
An aptly named room, the Hall of Years contained many priceless artifacts from the three-thousand plus years of Equestrian history. From Clover the Clever's own walking-staff, original Starswirl the Bearded manuscripts, and scrolls containing census information from before the Banishment of Luna, to relatively modern pieces such as a four-century-old earthpony hoe, a first-edition copy of Johncolt's Dictionarie of the Pegasus Tung, and last week's Oh-Hay magazine, the room was a testament to the ever-changing facets of Equestrian fashions, needs and society, and Celestia had deemed it a fitting place to hold such an important Summit.
As she and Twilight entered it was clear that the princesses Luna and Cadance had been on hand to ensure that the guests felt comfortable and at ease, making special pains to avoid placing the Diamond Dog and Griffon delegates in adjacent chairs, being only too aware of recent tensions between the nations. For now, however, all parties appeared calm, and had been standing and talking quietly amongst themselves until Celestia, their host's, arrival.
As Twilight went and stood by her allotted place next to the doorway, she had an excellent view of the Sun Princess walking sedately, yet confidently, to her throne at the far end of the room. Captivated by her seductively swaying hips and rump, Twilight was brought back to reality as Celestia turned to face the room, and took her place. Everypony else – or, rather, everyone – then took their seat also.
“Greetings, everyone! I cannot tell you how glad I am that you are all able to be here today, and I hope that we may have a fruitful and enlightening discussion concerning diplomatic relations between our species.” Celestia paused to allow a general murmur of agreement, before continuing. “Despite our differences over the years, I feel that all of us” – her eyes passed over alicorns, a griffon, a zebra, a diamond dog, a crystalpony, a batpony and even a changeling – “can come to an agreement concerning a permanent alliance which would be beneficial to all, and detrimental to no-one.”
Again the room murmured encouragement and acquiescence, but for once Twilight was not able to concentrate. Usually such a weighty, and possibly life-changing, gathering would have held her interest completely, but on this occasion there was something else vying for her attention.
It had began moments after she sat down. A slight, not-quite itch, almost unnoticeable, upon her lower neck. Initially ignorable, it had soon become stronger, until she was obliged to gently scratch it. Within a few seconds, however, the sensation had returned, only this time it felt less of an itch and more like a slight pressure. At first this, too, was ignorable, but it began to feel as though it was slowly making its way down between her breasts.
The breasts of a mare are, of course, usually hidden entirely by fur and thus are not required to be further covered when in public. As Equestrian days are generally quite warm there was usually little need for anypony to wear clothes, and Twilight was no exception. With only her short-cropped fur to cover her modesty, however, it was not a little disconcerting to sense what felt like a soft stroking feeling beginning to caress her cleavage. Putting a hoof temporarily to her chest, she endeavoured to return to listening to Celestia's talk.
“...though of course, these issues can be overcome. Before I go any further, is there anything anyone else would like to add?”
After coughing politely to gain attention, the batpony delegate addressed the assembly through heavily tinted black glasses. “Whilst what you say is true, Your Highness, I must stress the importance of considering the needs of the nocturnal community. As you are no doubt aware...”
But there it was again! That mildly pleasurable yet invasive pressure had returned, this time spreading outwards and down to cover the entirety of Twilight's underbelly. She cast her eyes around the room, seeing who could be causing the sensations. But all magical beings, including herself, Celestia, Luna and Cadance, were wearing inhibitor rings, which blocked any outgoing magical influence. This element of security had been agreed upon by all the delegates, though obviously the griffon, zebra, diamond dog and (pegasus) crystalpony had not been personally affected. Twilight would have put the sensation down to anxiety, if it were not for its very sensual nature.
By now she was certain that somepony, or something, was deliberately affecting her. The pressure had reformed once again, this time into a foot-long band which snaked across her body in repetitive, sensuous movements. Sometimes it pushed against her harder and at others reduced to an almost delicate stroking, but always it focussed upon her most sensitive, erogenous areas. Now it was moving down, between her breasts, pressing gently down her middle before whisking swiftly round her inner thighs, again and again, faster and faster, before slowing once more to softly caress her ears and lips.
Barely able to retain a straight face, Twilight could already feel the tell-tale damp sensation emanating from inside of her and, as arousing and pleasing as the sensations were, she wished they could have waited till some other, more appropriate time. The band of pressure was moving downwards again now, brushing against her neck, down her side, pausing momentarily to push against her breasts, before continuing down. This time, however, instead of swerving at the last, spine-tingling moment to either the left or the right, to snake around her hips and rump, it continued upon an arrow-straight course, only pressing harder as it passed over her invitingly wet vulva.
Only just managing to suppress a moan of delight, Twilight then felt the pressure snake between the seat of the chair and her backside, actually entering her warm behind just far enough to cause shivers of delight to travel over her entire body, forcing her to bite her lip to avoid giving vent to the pleasure. As the pressure returned for the moment to less excitable areas, she was able to breath a sigh of temporarily relief.
“We are fortunate indeed,” the Griffon was saying, “that, as relatively similar, quadrupedal species, we are able, differences in size notwithstanding, to share a common system of transport.”
Twilight felt that now was the time to nod in agreement, and she did so. No one else had noticed her plight – not yet, anyway, but for how much longer? She could feel a heat rising up inside of her, complementing the steadily growing darker patches upon both her own fur, and the upholstery of the chair. The desire to assist the strange force in its designs was difficult to ignore but, with a mental strength of which even Iron Will would have been proud, the enlivened princess forced herself to keep her forehooves upon the table.
But the band of pressure was less reticent, however, and, after passing around her body and neck twice more, it returned to taunting her quivering privates. It began by circling her slit for about a minute, slowly increasing the force applied until it seemed, to Twilight, akin to a pony's hoof. Then, almost imperceptibly, it began moving inwards, gliding like a lover's tongue over her glistening lips of desire, before thrusting, suddenly, deep inside her vagina. In and out, in and out the pressure slid, increasing in speed and intensity until Twilight was barely able to sustain a straight face. Pretending to have dropped a pen under the table, she bent down out of sight, allowing herself the slight relief of being able to shake in response to the relentless attacks.
Struggling to regain a semblance of composure she sat up straight again, hoping that the force would go away. Unsurprisingly, however, this was not the case and, whilst still continuing its phallic-like thrusts, it restarted the caressing of her labia, moving downwards, inwards, inside her welcoming folds.
By now the pent up excitement and extreme levels of arousal were almost too much to bear, and Twilight, above anything else, desired relief. Unable to fully restrain her panting, the other delegates were beginning to glance curiously in her direction, obviously wondering what the matter was but unwilling to say so.
Nearly oblivious to their unwelcome stares Twilight hung on, praying for the relief she new must come soon. At last, as if it new only too well her plight, the pressure obliged her. Whilst continuing its piston-like motion, it finally pressed firmly and deeply against her throbbing clitoris, providing the last, essential piece of assistance in the barrage of attacks. This last assault was too much for Twilight's overstretched physical state and she felt herself cumming. A small amount of her self awareness remained, however, and at the last second she teleported herself away, up to the privacy of her bedchambers.
As soon as she arrived, her sopping, wet pussy exploded in an rippling, quaking orgasm. “Dear sweet Celestia! Oh! Oh yes! Oh!” Vaginal fluids spewed forth, spraying herself and anything in front of her in a liberal coating of sticky, white cum. “Yes! Yes! Oh sweet Celestia, yes!” As the intensely pleasurable sensations began to ebb away, she couldn't help but insert both her front hooves deep inside her fillyhood, rubbing erotically against her pulsating clit. This was enough to cause a second orgasm, and she came once more. “Argh! Yesss, yess! Sweet Celestia, yes! Oh! Oh, yes!” Arching her back in delight she removed one dripping, cum-covered hoof and began licking at her juices, quivering in delight at the supremely sensual texture and taste.
Eventually, after a full minute of explosive, orgasmic elations, Twilight was able to calm back down. Still breathing deeply and sweating heavily, she realised that the strange pressure, whatever it was, had left her. She could feel its erotic massages nowhere upon her body and, though relieved, she also found herself a little disappointed. Never, in her entire life, had she experienced such an orgasm as that, and it would have been nice to know that a repeat performance may have been possible at some time in the future.
Now, however, she was brought back to Equestria with a jolt. Whilst floating high upon the fluffy clouds of sexual bliss Twilight had quite forgotten where she was, the Summit, or anything to do with it. Nothing had been in her mind but the reaching of a satisfyingly intense conclusion. Now that that had been reached, and passed, she was left in a rather awkward position.
A position which became even more embarrassing when, with a flash of bright white light, Princess Celestia teleported into the room. Twilight stared open-mouthed as her friend and mentor took stock of the situation – a sweaty, blushing mare with one hoof still inside her most private areas, a look of overwhelming horror and dismay upon her face, and a bed and floor covered in enough filly-cum to float the pride of the Equestrian Navy.
As the Princess of the Sun discovering that the carpet beneath her soles was warm and sticky, and turned from the lavender mare on the bed to to examine further, Twilight hid her head behind her white, cum-covered hooves, and groaned in anguish.
* * *
Ignorable, unnoticeable, and totally uncontrollable, the strangely mismatched fly on the wall chuckled softly, congratulating itself on a job well done, before lazily disolving through the wooden panelling and vanishing entirely. Enough disorder would surely now ensue to provide a veritable feast of chaos...
* * *
Though undoubtably boring, Celestia felt that the Summit was going reasonably well. She had not had to make a single compromise to Equestrian security or society to ensure an equitable solution to the whole 'changelings feed on love' issue, and was relatively confident that this success would play out for any other problems the other delegates may have.
If only Twilight would take more of an interest in the proceedings, however. She had not given a single statistic or asked to provide any information concerning anything at all, despite frequent entreaties beforehoof to allow her to do so. This was most unlike the fact-mad lavender alicorn, and Celestia could not help but watch her curiously.
Eventually it became apparent that something else was on her former student's mind. She kept shivering and biting her lip, and more than once put a hoof to her chest. Though no one else had yet noticed, the Sun Princess resolved to keep a close eye on her.
Things came to a head when Twilight let out an almost inaudible yelp, just noticeable above the droning of the Griffon's veritable thesis upon transport arangements. Though he carried on speaking, it was clear that his attention, along with that of everyone else, was firmly fixed upon the Princess of Friendship, who seemed for some reason to be panting furiously.
Finally, after several more seconds, Twilight gave a small shriek and, with a blindingly bright flash of light, teleported from the chamber. All eight other inhabitants of the room turned quizzically to Celestia, and she found herself the recipient of numerous silent questions. Only the Griffon spoke: “Should I continue, or..?”
At last, after a full half minute of silence broken only by the regular ticking of the room's grandfather clock, Luna piped up. “Should I perhaps go and see if she is all right, Celestia?”
“Er... no, I think I'll go.” Turning to the delegates she added: “Please, don't wait for us to return, you can trust the Princesses Luna and Cadance to speak in my stead.” Nodding to all assembled, Celestia trotted to the doorway, outwardly calm but masking a whirling mind. Once outside she straightaway teleported to Twilight's bedroom.
The sight that met her eyes was... not wholly unexpected. Celestia and Luna had played enough foalish, telekinetic pranks on each other in their time that she had suspected there to be something of a sexual nature behind Twilight's unusual actions. But finding her former student lying back on her luxuriant fourposter, evidently exhausted from the effects of a powerful orgasm, and with one hoof still actually inside her own vagina, was something of a shock even to Celestia's wisened mind.
And when she found the Axminster to be strangely warm, wet and sticky with filly-cum, a blush sprang immediately to her normally blanched visage. Coughing slightly, she was able to croak: “Twilight? Are you sure you're alright?”
At these words the young alicorn, who had already removed the offending hoof and was evidently unsure what to do with it, broke her quiet. “I- I'm sorry! Something in the Hall was touching me, pressing down on me, as though it was trying to... I tried not t-to – you know, do this, but I couldn't help it!”
After the prostrate princess relapsed back into silence Celestia found herself blushing even further. Why, she felt positively hot! “I, er, I see. This is most unusual. I have left Luna and Cadance to take care of our guests, so you needn't worry about going back down. At any rate, I think you might want to, er, clean yourself up a bit, first.” The wise, categorical archprincess already had a fairly good idea of who was behind these events, but decided not to say so just yet. “Though, erm, you don't have to finish up here straightaway, you know.” Celestia was surprised at herself; what was she saying?
Twilight, too, seemed confused. “I don't understand – are you saying I can... continue?” At these words she also turned a shade darker than her fur was wont.
“Well, er, it s-seems a shame to waste the op-opportunity.” Feeling very hot under the proverbial collar now, and confused at what she was saying, Celestia was alarmed to discover her pulse rate increasing dramatically.
“B-but, but!” Twilight motioned with a glistening lefthoof to the mess left about the room, adding with a stutter: “D-don't you want this cleaned up? I thought you'd be mad at me! Don't you mind?”
“I don't mind, as such...” Celestia was beginning to understand why she felt so peculiar. Rising temperature, rapidly increasing heartbeat, a deepening blush – and the realisation that, instead of being annoyed at such a lack of decorum from a so important member of the aristocracy, she actually found the bare, sweat-dripping, heat-scented Twilight strangely alluring.
The mare in question was evidently aware of some change having come over her companion, and tilted her head curiously. Was that – desire, in Celestia's eyes? “Are you okay, Celestia?”
Almost oblivious to Twilight's questioning, Celestia raised one white, semi-liquid covered hoof from the carpet to her muzzle. The rich, fresh cum-scent aroused her further, and she let her eager tongue snake out to lightly lick at the juices. Panting now, she looked the lavender mare in her eyes and, as quietly as a breezie's sigh, breathed: “Can I come, too?”
The first expression to cross the object of her passion's features was one of bafflement. This quickly gave way to understanding, however, which was swiftly followed by a suggestive, half-lidded smile. “Why, do you think you'd be able to, all on your own? I could help you, I suppose...” So saying, Twilight lay down again upon the covers, arranging her legs to better show off her seductively curvaceous flank. Her crotch, still retaining some of the evidence of her earlier experience, began to glister moistly as fresh mare-juices were released by her newly aroused body.
Needing no further encouragement, the sexually charged alicorn swooped down upon the bed, immediately burying her muzzle deep inside the younger mare's pussy. Groans of delight greeted these overtures, and Celestia did not hesitate to give tongue, willingly tasting the soft, sensitive flesh of Twilight's vaginal walls.
Though panting heavily, and moaning with pleasure at the attention her marehood was receiving, Twilight was aware that it was Celestia who was doing all the work. In the position they currently were, with Twilight lying down the centre of the bed, and Celestia leaning across it at right-angles, there was no way she could return the favour. As Celestia paused for some much-needed air, the object of her ministrations gasped out: “'Tia! This isn't fair on you. Let's move round a bit.”
So saying, she ooched across to the side, allowing Celestia room to join her on the bed. The white alicorn did so, lying face-to-face. Smiling coyly, Twilight leant in to kiss her lover upon the lips, whilst one forehoof reached down to begin tracing around the outside of Celestia's invitingly wet vulva. Not slow in providing the service herself, the larger alicorn then proceeded to insert her tongue, still covered in Twilight's juices, between the mare's lips and into her mouth.
For several seconds they continued in this manner, providing for each other a hoofjob whilst Prench-kissing passionately. Pausing for breath, Twilight propped herself up on one foreleg, continuing to plant softly sensual pecks upon Celestia's lips and cheek, before moving down to cover her neck in slow, drawn-out licks. With erotic moans and panting spurring her on, she moved lower, suckling and biting softly at Celestia's tits.
Groaning in appreciation, Celestia used her free forehoof to press down firmly upon the back of Twilight's neck, forcing her blow deeper and harder into her breast. The lavender mare reacted by pushing her hoof deeply into Celestia's vagina, causing her to quake in anticipation. Gliding her lips down further still, Twilight gradually turned herself around, with her mouth now opposite Celestia's marehood. Withdrawing her hoof, she leant forward and began to perform cunnilingus, pausing on the way only to suck off the plentiful liquid now adorning her lower foreleg.
Presented with a raw, crimson-red, dripping-wet pussy barely six inches from her snout, Celestia did not hesitate to move in. But Twilight had not finished readjusting her position, and moved to crouch over Celestia's torso, whilst continuing to feast upon her vagina. Celestia herself, not expecting this change, found her tongue, instead of reaching the sought for reward of her lover's snatch, to be gliding across her sweaty buttocks. This initiated a pleasingly provocative groan of appreciation, and Celestia continued, thoroughly soaking the base of Twilight's reflexively flicking tale and quivering backside in saliva. Her slit was not left neglected, however, as Celestia used one hoof to press down on Twilight's rump, and the other to silther deep into her welcoming lovecanal.
Before long, Twilight found herself approaching the moment of climax, and, wishing that the two of them should experience it together, she began shifting her position once more. Celestia, understanding the lavender alicorn's wishes, temporarily ceased her intimate ministrations. Not for long, however, as Twilight was soon ready to continue, having flipped onto her back, though still lying on top of Celestia.
As the flowing-maned mare leaned forward once more to again send her muzzle far inside Twilight's fillyhood, whilst continuing to massage her rump and flank, the eager recipient of these actions tipped her own head back and began to powerfully thrust her horn into Celestia's trench; in and out, back and forth, faster and faster. Whilst doing so she magically vibrated her horn, sending shivers of delight down the sun princess's spine.
Soon Twilight again found herself nearing the summit of expectation, and, almost unable to through the strength of her panting and the fervour of Celestia's sucking, managed to gasp: “I think – ah! I think I'm ready!”
Withdrawing her muzzle for a moment, the archprincess groaned: “M-me too! I can't last m-much longer!”
Returning to their attentions, the two princesses began to feel not only their own approaching climax, but that of their lover's also, only increasing the tension they felt. As the vibration and pummelling of Twilight's piston-like movements reached their most powerful yet, Celestia thrust her muzzle fully inside the sweaty, sopping snatch of her lover. Her tongue snaked inwards deeper than anything else ever had before, and reached that small, supremely sensitive part of Twilight's anatomy: the fabled G-spot.
With a wracking spasm that shook the entire room, Twilight came, flooding Celestia's face in hot, wet, gushing masses of cum. “Yes! Oh yes yesyesyesyesyessssYESSS! Oh Celestia, dearsweessellesa! Aargh! Yes! Oh YES!!” Whilst continuing to lick the walls of Twilight's vagina, Celestia opened her mouth as wide as she could go, swallowing vast quantities of the writhing mare's cum.
Twilight had continued in her horn-thrusts, which had only become more powerful as the raking, orgasmic spasms wracked her body. These deeply phallic intrusions, combined with the knowledge of having brought a mare to her climax, was enough to bring forth the final excitement within the depths of Celestia's marehood. The trigger was an especially deep thrust of Twilight's horn, which pushed the highly-strung alicorn over the edge.
“I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming I'm com- Oh! Aargh! Twilight! Oh Twilight! Yes! Argh, yesyesyesyess yes!! Twilight Twilight Oh! Oh YES!!” Having removed her snout from inside the lavender mare at the last second, Celestia sprayed her horn and face liberally with streaming jets of cum, covering her face and neck in voluminous masses of hot, sticky fluid.
Screaming together in orgasmic ecstasy, the two alicorns extended their climaxes for almost a full minute, before slowly bringing their breathing, and shaking, under control. Twilight crawled slowly round to lie alongside Celestia and, though still panting rapidly, was able to gasp out: “That – that was the most exhilarating thing we have ever done together, 'Tia.”
Swallowing the remainder of Twilight's cum still left clinging to the roof of her mouth and tongue, Celestia nodded in agreement. “I agree with you there, Twi'.”
They lay there for some minutes, enjoying the nearness of each other's company, smelling the sweet scent of two recently aroused mares, and trying not to think about what was happening in the Hall of Years. Turning to Twilight, Celestia eventually broke the silence to ask a question.
“So... what have you learnt about friendship today?”
