Sunshine At Night

by Glitter Grenade

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn, Fetish, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Sex
Length: 2329

Late in the night, Twilight tries to not give into temptation of making a sound. Her mare-friend and most importantly, her mare-friend's cock likes her quiet.

Late in the night, Twilight tries to not give into the temptation of making a sound. Her mare-friend, Princess Celestia, seems to be in denial of her very aggressive desire for Twilight and of course, her mostly unwanted stallion-hood.

Contains the following fetishes: Twilestia. Size Differences. Sleep Sex. Big Cocks. Futa.

AN// Look at me, writing Twilestia of all things. Brain, why u so weird? Other tags will be added as the story progresses.

Published 2016-01-09 23:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-09 23:10:01 UTC

Cocking Up A Good Night's Rest

Twilight pointedly stared at the wall, engrossing herself with every crack and slant the unremarkable castle feature had to offer as she struggled to not, very much not, grind up against Princess Celestia’s sleeping flank.

She was doing it again, the princess.

Something hot and hard pressing up against Twilight’s right hip, rubbing with a slow, sleepy insistence that Twilight knew Princess Celestia would never do if she was awake. She’d never touch Twilight like this. Abruptly. Baselessly. There was a lot Princess Celestia would never do if she was awake. And that felt unfair because what was the point of being in a relationship if your lover thought, declared you weren’t ready for those things.

Why sleep together if all they were going to do was lay together?

They were in Canterlot, Twilight flown in to participate in a court hearing and afterwards, a gallery opening of something she couldn’t really be bothered to remember. She’d been consumed on how lovely the princess looked in person, basking in her presence unashamedly.

Forgetting- Ah, who was she kidding?

She chose not to bring up some of the things that had been on her mind. The questions she couldn’t say but refused to send in a letter or a missive to the capital. She wanted to know why Princess Celestia hadn’t taken her in that way. Hadn’t fucked her or rutted her or made her a worshiper of her heavenly... Twilight blushed, swallowing on impulse as she imagined the masculine appendage that hid between Celestia's legs. Her heavenly cock. Sure, they’d fooled around some once they confessed their feelings for each other. That was a given. Pleasuring each other to completion. Twilight more so by the princess' expert hoof. But Twilight wanted all of her former teacher.

A lover loves and a lover is loved.

That’s how it goes, right?

So why couldn’t the princess let Twilight love her everything?

Did she have a complex towards her stallion-hood? Twilight couldn’t understand and that, like all things that were yet not thought, yet not solved, ate at her. She wanted to. She really did.

Twilight considered Princess Celestia in day and now, Celestia in the dark.

The two weren’t similar besides their shape and sounds and even that wasn’t completely true.

In the night, Celestia was like a different animal. White wings turned into feathery paws, kneading into Twilight’s coat. Soft hooves into hard hooks, clamping onto Twilight’s shoulders and reeling her back. Her slender body entrapping Twilight’s wings. And the sounds that came out of Celestia’s mouth, husky and crooning, a serenade of dream-drunk passion.

Oh, Twilight couldn’t stand it, aroused and flushed and bitter that only in the night, only when Celestia was resting, would Celestia be so naked. Twilight has seen her crown-less and garb-less but never so sensual, so vulgar in easing the ache that must be in her loins. And Twilight hated it. Celestia wasn’t really touching her. Celestia was touching her dream, a figment of imagination that was apparently more interesting than the mare in her bed.

And well, that hurt.

Wetness dripped and dropped onto her pert behind, damping Twilight’s clean fur. The chamber filled with squelching echoes of flesh sliding against flesh. The bed didn’t creak. The bed never creaks unless Twilight stirs and Celestia wakes up, the spell broken. And Twilight couldn’t control herself. Wanting to see. Wanting to touch. The smell of Celestia was everywhere. The musk of her stallion-hood, like overripe oranges, sweet to the point of souring. A contrast to what she usually smelled like. Tea and ink and bathwater of daisies and summer fruit.

Twilight, intoxicated, licked her lips.

She had to stay alert, stay wary of any sudden moves that might break her concentration.

Celestia’s hooves were on her body. They roamed as they pleased. From hoof to hip, they stroked and touched. They patted her belly, making the little pudge she put on after being coming a princess ripple. Then down they went, grasping the front of her hips and slipping into her thighs with ease. They inched ever so closer to where her pussy was hidden that Twilight broke out into a sweat, bracing herself for the intimate touch.

Distracted, Twilight paid no heed to the sudden puff of warm air that landed directly on her ear.

On instinct, her ear flickered, disturbed, and the movement led it to fall directly into Celestia’s waiting mouth. Twilight smothered a gasp, feeling keenly Celestia’s full lips and the curve of her smile as she nibbled on Twilight’s poor ear. Celestia’s tongue played with the furry tip, caressing as she made the formerly purple and flexible ear go red and stiff. And her hooves wouldn’t stop, cupping her and dipping themselves into the depths of Twilight's very being.

One hoof pushed against her hole, her entrance. The other grazing over her perked clitoris, heel of her hoof pressing light, then hard, on the hill of swollen pussy lips. Twilight's hips quivered in repressed pleasure as she forced her limbs not to rock up into Celestia's hooves. And then Celestia had to make it even more difficult. The princess murmured something and then one of her wings wrapped themselves around Twilight's hind-leg. Lifting it up and exposing her soaked mound to the cool night air. Twilight's tail reflectively tried to shield her privates but Celestia batted it away as if it were an after-thought. And then she was claimed, Celestia rubbing faster and harder, making Twilight writhe in place.

The young mare resorted to breathing noisily out her nose, clutching her pillow for her dear life as she tried not to give in to making a move. Her sight wavered. Teeth clenched as she swallowed down any shouts of Celestia's wonderful name or any meaningless sweet nothings she only wanted the princess to hear. With Celestia moving so fast, Twilight's body decided that the sleeping princess wouldn't notice if what she was rubbing into, rubbed back. Her hips arched slowly, meeting and parting with Celestia's hoof.

Every second they touched, a moment of body-boiling pleasure.

Every second they didn't, Twilight caught her breath.

Frantically, she felt her climax wash upon her. It started from her throat, unlatching her lips to make her cry out (but no, she wouldn't). Then down to her body, electrifying everything to shudder and shake uncontrollably. And then to her hooves, two of them clawed to her pillow, one entangled in the sheets and the last in the air, all attempted to curl in ecstasy.  And lastly, the source, her clitoris, which started the process all over again. Her vision went and so did her ability to control her noise level.

Twilight squeaked, her voice a little off-key, and Celestia stopped.

The older mare shifted in bed once, twice and freed Twilight’s ear and leg.

Twilight counted the seconds, not risking to glance over her shoulder to check if Celestia had actually woken. After the six times she did so, she learned that checking was a fatal error. Celestia would wake up, kiss her good-night, not let Twilight get a word in (good or bad), and rush off to the bathroom to take care of her problem by herself. She’d be gone for hours, seemingly having an uncanny sense of knowing exactly when Twilight would fall asleep waiting for her to come back to bed. Then next morning, she’d pretend none of it ever happened.

Oh, Princess Celestia would give her a patronizing smile and the same speech.

"Let’s not talk about this. Twilight, you wouldn’t be able to take it in."

Twilight pursed her lips. At this rate, she wouldn’t have to do anything.

And then, blissfully again, Celestia resumed rubbing her erection against Twilight’s hip.

Celestia prodded open the bit of space between Twilight’s knees and the mare didn’t fight it, letting her limbs be brushed aside. Her hind-legs parted. Shaping like arrows, directing the way. Twilight’s teeth rattled as they clanked together, trapping a noisy trouble-making moan. Celestia’s cock swept in, so warm, so hot, pressing up against her tender places. And it was longer than she expected, sliding through her rear cheeks to even rub at the start of her lower folds. Thicker too. The girth reminded her oddly of a trunk or a mighty branch felled from a tree.

Twilight lowered her head a little, wanting to catch a glimpse of the visitor in her thighs. Moonlight bathed the both of them from the skylight overhead and so she saw the darker flesh that covered Celestia’s stallion-hood A pinkish white as the crown of her cock flared, engorged with blood, and wept cum in great amounts.

Carefully, quietly, Twilight with one hoof petted Celestia’s wandering cock. It twitched under her touch, one vein visible pulsing through the skin and fur. The older mare moaned into her shoulder, sounding both pleased and bewildered and certainly not on the verge of waking. Emboldened, Twilight called out Celestia’s name. No response. Then she touched the stallion-hood again, pushing it to lean on one side of her thigh, still drizzling cum like a broken sprinkler. No response.

Twilight blinked and cleared her throat because, well, she hadn’t been thinking about what to do when it got this point.

Maybe Celestia has fallen too deep into dreamland to care about her surroundings anymore?

Twilight crept out of the princess’s hold and perched herself beside Celestia’s still thrusting hips. Her cock hung out a great deal, impressively reaching the same length to Twilight’s hoof-to-shoulder ratio. And staring at it, cloaked in white light, Twilight was a bit apprehensive. It looked almost a little too long. A little too big. But what did Twilight know? She felt fully aroused and definitely lubricated enough to take Celestia in. She could do this and have a report ready for the princess first thing in the morning too.

Twilight’s thinking the title should be, ‘Why Marefriends Should Talk To Each Other Or Weird Things Happen At Night.’

With a hoof, Twilight spread Celestia’s limbs and encouraged the princess to lay on her back. Her thighs wide open, Celestia’s stallion-hood stood at full mast, jutting up and eager for more physical stimulation.

Twilight appreciated its honestly by licking it clean.

Her tongue started from the crown, swiping away the cream that ebbed down the long length. Then down the shaft, wiping it clean. She wasn’t sure if her efforts were doing any good because cum keep on coming, increasing from her directness. In her mouth, the male seed was salty but nice-tasting to keep on taking in. Her hooves held the stallion-hood at the base, tilting and waving it around to make it easier for her tongue to clean. The twin massive balls slapped against her hooves and she gave them a friendly rub too. Once it got slick enough, shining from her spit and Celestia’s pre-cum, Twilight decided it was time to try making love.

The young mare stood up, trying to think of the best way to help the stallion-hood enter her. Twilight looked around, her mind sending her images of ropes or pulleys or a ladder that she could use to suspend herself over Celestia’s body. Then her perfectly fine wings twitched on her back.

Twilight face-hoofed, of course.

Using her wings, she hovered over Celestia’s upright cock, lining it up with her hole, and descended. The crown was larger than she thought, three sizes bigger than her entrance but she figured that a mare’s private was anything but stretchable. She lowered herself more and an inch of the crown went in, sending a wave of pain through her body. Twilight yelped. She tried again, bracing herself this time. Even still, tears rushed to her eyes. Another inch went in but she was spread further than a rubber band and had more brain cells to comprehend the intensity of pain that burned and rushed all over.

It was too big.

“Have you had enough?”

Twilight looked up and met Princess Celestia's very much awake gaze.

“I can do it,” she said impulsively, flapping down to sit on the bed, “I can learn to take it all in.”

Celestia smiled.

“You've done so much already. For me. For Equestria.” Celestia sat up, her words clear and certain. “Of all the things you could've taken a fascination in. My ever-blowing mane.” Celestia wigged an eyebrow. “My impressive horn. My lovely back assets. And you choose the one thing I do not look upon very highly. My stallion-hood which came from a bigger-than-thou contest I got into with Discord so many centuries ago.”

Twilight ducked her head, feeling her cheeks go aflame. “Well, you wouldn't talk to me about it?”

“I'm not proud of it. I am always the bigger-” Celestia sighed, “dick. There I said it. I'm always the bigger dick when I'm around other dicks. The stallion-hood resizes itself to be the biggest according the number and average length of male appendages in the surrounding area. Right now, it is counting two hundred and eighty-three of my active male royal guard force and is sizing itself up to outdo them. Do not get me started on my troubles when it is day and the castle is swarming with stallions and other males from various species packing members of impressive lengths.”

“Really?” Twilight remarked. “But what about when you receive foreign guests and go to conferences outside of Equestria?”

Celestia looked away, the tips of her ears bright and red.

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Celestia, this all happened because you wouldn't,” Twilight said, matter-of-factly, “I want to know but you don't have to tell me about it now. Just promise that you will.”

“Maybe."

“Celestia!”

"Twilight, don't you think you should go to sleep? I was hoping that if I let you try out for yourself, you would be discouraged to try again.”

"You're not getting away so easily."

Twilight pounced.