Thy Namesake

"Oh, sweet Celestia!"

If she had only followed her first mind and started a collection for every time a stray Pony had taken her name in vain, why, Equestria's Sun Goddess would finally be able to take that permanent vacation she so desperately yearned for. How many centuries had passed since the entire kingdom started the trend? Sheesh, she lost count by now. How ever as offended as any Goddess may have been, Celestia always found herself pleasingly amused at the sentiment nonetheless. She supposed it spoke of what her subjects truly felt for Her Royal Majesty, and her rule. "To live a life unaffected by fear and pain." That was her mission as Royal Majesty, given to her by her old Master Starswirl the Bearded. If the citizens of Equestria thought well enough of her to speak the name so casually and personally in times of great celebration, then who was she to stop them?

Until, that is, she happened to find herself witness to a most inopportune moment for one such as Her Royal Higness to bear; and, while it had been a rather intoxicatingly heated scene to, ah, grasp, yes, she would still have to categorize this as a most definitive, private, and very much so personal, not-ever-meant-to-be-intruded-upon-ever moment.

Starswirl himself could not have prepared her for this.

"Oh, sweet Celestia!"

Surely her ears betrayed her. She had never- ever- heard such profanities muttered in such a tone of voice from the very lips of her most proudest student and protege herself, Twilight Sparkle.

Honestly, hadn't she ever heard of caution?

Her mind was trying to formulate why Twilight had dared mutter her own name in such a begging tone. Her eyes, and heart, surely already knew the answer. Twilight couldn't possibly be moaning for her like that. Twilight couldn't possibly want her like that. Twilight just couldn't. It wasn't possible. In fact, it was the most improbable occurrence since Luna returned to the Kingdom.

"Yes," Twilight was now panting heavily, too caught up in the fantasy. "Just like that, oh, so good. Celestia, please, don't stop."

Caution be damned.

Celestia dug her nails into the wood to still her hips as they idly started to wiggle. Discord's Hell.

As it were, Celestia found herself standing outside the doors to Princess Twilight's personal quarters in Castle Harmony. She had come to deliver a successful report from the Yak-Yakistan border negotiations, as delegated by Twilight herself, and in celebration of a triumphant conquest had wanted to relay the results in person. She thought it were strange how empty the castle had been when Spike nor any of Twilght's friends had been spotted during the trek up the stairs to the study; and when that proved to be empty, she thought perhaps she should have given up her search in favor of roaming the streets of Ponyville to find the Princess.

However, from the barren halls of the crystal castle could be heard a faint rustle from further down, and so curiosity won the battle and the Sun Goddess followed. She stopped just shy of a grandiose double door entranceway adorned with the tell-tale Cutie Mark of the one she sought. Twilight's bedroom.

One door had been left open in a small creak and so Celestia snuck two fingers to open further as to not disturb the silence, in case Twilight had been resting of course. The sight that awaited her leering eyes, however, was enough to stun the Sun Princess into cold stone. There, on top of crumpled lavender silk linens, lay her Princess, naked and spread in the radiant morning sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows. Her face, caressed by soft pillows, flushed; her eyes, clouded as though mists of pleasure enraptured her mind, fluttered; her bottom lip, pulled sullen between her teeth, trembled. Her chest rose and fell in rhythmic heavy breathing, her hips followed cadence. Her delicate wings hummed even as they were retracted beneath her. Her hands were low; one was hidden and moved in languorous circles, while the other gripped her inner thigh and alternated between tensing, causing those feminine fingers to dig deeper into her skin, and relaxing, coaxing her flesh back into its neutral state.

Celestia raised a hand to cover her own gasp as the realization finally set in. Twilight was masturbating. Her most faithful student, protege, and now fellow Princess, protector of the Kingdom, was beautifully laid before her strewn in elegant debauchery as her superior secretly witnessed.

Celestia immediately straightened from the scene, her back found refuge against the closed door. She placed a hand on her own chest and was surprised to feel her heart rate heavily accelerated. She closed her eyes tightly. She should not be here. She should not be seeing this private moment. She should leave. She should definitely-

"Haah, nggg, oh, Celestia !"

The proclamation jolted the Sun Goddess and this time she did gasp, rather audibly indeed. The game was up, she had been spotted. She quickly turned and resumed peeking through the doorway, but if she had been found, Twilight was none the wiser. She was still withing on the elevated bed, still flushed, her body still in the woes of extacy. Her hand was now moving at a faster pace, as did her hips, her eyes scrunched tight, and she was now panting. Loudly. Whimpering. Pleading.

"C-Celestia, please," she stammered, her cheeks burned like cinder ash, "I'm so close... Please..."

Celestia felt her eyes widen at the revelation, like being dumped unceremoniously in ice water and having your senses chilled to the bone. Her student, her Twilight, was... Fantasizing.. About... Herself? And what more, here Celestia found herself watching, not able to walk away, not able to keep her eyes from taking in the very sight. And, oh, how she did catalogue every exposed curvature, every dip in movement, every pant, every moan, every-

Mortified at herself, Celestia backed away from the doorway. Definitely time to move, now. She found her concentration and transmitted herself back to Canterlot, away from the traitorous urges, away from the vision of Twilight so brightly illuminated, and away from the raw hunger and need that echoed from Twilight's lips and now etched permanently into Celestia's mind.