Accidentally Hot

Dear Princess Celestia,

You cannot imagine for how long I wanted this. My heart just can’t hide this truth from you any longer.

I want you.

I longed for it for so long, desired it with every cell of my being. The precious moment of our bodies joined together, up and down in a rhythmic harmony as you claimed me as yours…

Twilight Sparkle couldn’t believe for how long that little ritual of hers was going. The preparation for that went to absurd lengths: the bright purple schoolgirl uniform with a short gown, barely covering her legs as she laid on her bed belly down, kicking her feet back and forth with giddiness...Parts of a very naughty whole. The pen scribbled fast, moved by a purple hue of magic at a much faster speed a normal hand could provide, fixing into ink desires her heart really could not hide anymore.

The moment I could feel your hands on my thighs while wrapped in a kiss, hearts beating in unison with your naked skin touching mine. I’m here wondering about the smell of your skin as you bend me over and take me by your right...

She never had the nerve to send them, of course. She kept them in a chest, gathering dust, for her eyes only and for years. Locked in her room, hidden by the tiniest corner. That and a whole lot of protective spells and failsafes, of course. If anyone, especially Spike or any one of her friends laid their eyes on them they would think… Differently of her. How would they react to it? Would they think of it as the folly of youth? Think of her as a pervert? Would Rarity revel in such scandal? Would Rainbow Dash tease her from there to eternity about it? Would Fluttershy put her strong moral compass to test? All of the outcomes were unpleasant.

Being tied up by silk wraps as you do me over without reserves, opened up to everything and every whim of your will, even walking on all fours and barking like a dog…

She couldn’t help but feel her cheeks flushing and a strange heat gathering in her stomach, crawling down to the special spot between her legs. Her fingers moved on her own and she closed her eyes, gasping slightly as her fingers brushed against her vulva. She inserted a finger carefully, biting her lips to keep her moans from being heard, as her mind kept imagining lewder and lewder things, translated into written word by her spells.

Treated as nothing but a sex toy, relieving the pressure with the warmness of my tights, your bare sex against mine, satiating all of your appetites until you are ready to do it again and again without mercy… No concerns, no regards for everything but the two of us, the pleasure that only a woman can grant to another as you take my flower with your supple lips…

She jammed her finger in and out of her slowly wetting womanhood, inserting another one as the pacing grew faster. Her flower gushed out precious liquid and she felt every little sensation amplified. She went at it without restraint, her pussy making wet shickling noises as she moaned louder in a line of lewd staccatos as the pen fell out of the spell, her mind fully occupied with visions of lust. She rotated her two fingers inside, touching every spot, making her body quiver and change at every thrust. She opened her vagina slightly, using the other hand to play with her clitoris, rubbing it with gentle conviction as behind her eyes it was forming the glowy outline of her Princess.

She imagined her own touch as the Princess’ touch, her divinely luscious lips playing with her labia, holding her clitoris and with every lash of her tongue made her shiver and explode with pleasure. The bed creaked and protested under her weight shifting and rustling the covers, throwing a few kicks at the headstand. A glimmer of reason returned and she started writing again, firmly gripping with her mind at the pen and going fast, stream of consciousness style all the possible perversions, all the ways her Princess was going to… No: How she begged to be ravished by her.

“Nghh… Dear… Princess… Celestia…” She cooed and time itself froze as she felt her body enveloped in quiet, warm sunlight and that warmth grew from her stomach, spreading to her entire body. "Oh my dear Princess Celestia!" She felt so light, like floating… Soaring high at the heights of the absolute pleasure.

She came quietly and with a lively spurt of liquid as pleasure kicked in, like a brief high, making the skin behind her neck shiver and her spine quaked by a shaking pleasure. She picked up the pen with the last of her strength, not even trying to conjure a spell to finish it properly.

Your Lustful slut,

Twilight Sparkle

She signed with a smarmy giggle, licking her lips soaked in her own saliva. She woke up from the lust induced fantasy and noticed that it was quite gross, grabbing a handkerchief nearby to clean herself of that mess. She threw a quick glance at the door to assure herself that Spike wasn’t watching or even nearby the corridor and let herself out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, her assistant was still out for a commission and wasn’t ready to pop out at a most embarrassing moment.

She stretched her arms and legs, wiggling her fingers and toes around to relieve herself of the tension before she realized she needed a nice shower after that. She left the letter on her nightstand and to complete the illusion she even left a seal on the letter she had just finished. Making it look official was just part of the fun and that small detail left her a genuine thrill.

With that, she got over from the bed and resumed her daily schedule. Her telekinetic grasp grabbed a nearby checklist and checked out the “Letter” to the princess and the shower she was about to take. She never left anything to chance, why start now of all days? She locked herself in the bathroom and locked herself behind the door, removing the stained panties with a groan of disgust. Not that Spike ever questioned the laundry to do but knowing the reason why and the thought her faithful assistant would touch them, made her feel a bit uncomfortable…

She splashed some cold water on her face first to get rid of that blazing hot that was gnawing at her cheeks. Twilight looked at her reflection in the sink’s mirror and smiled at it. “Oh, you silly, old, Twilight Sparkle. When will you learn to stop worrying?” She said giggling as she started undressing, removed her shoes and stepped into the shower, turning the faucet on to let her body to the wonder of tepid water.

...Until she heard the very familiar sound a puff of green smoke blowing loudly, coming from her room just upstairs and the smell of ozone filling the air. Her ears had grown so accustomed to that sound she could hear from basically anywhere.

“Spike!” She yelled at the top of her lungs, her pupils shrinking to the size of a needle tip. She grabbed the sink with both hands, clawing at the ceramic to keep her slender figure to shake of pure, primal fear. She nearly ripped it out of its socket in the attempt. Twilight gulped, hoping that it wasn’t how it looked like but all her senses were tense and focused. The worst case scenario was happening and Twilight had only the time to put her clothes back on as she slapped the floor with her bare feet in an effort to get back in the living room as soon as she could.

“...And that’s the last one…” She heard Spike’s familiar voice and the gears in her brian grinded and ground together, analyzing every single syllable of the sentence she just heard faster than a thousand of professor of linguistics analyzing enemy communication in a distant war.

“Spike!” She ran out of the bathroom, still wearing her schoolgirl outfit and not wearing any panties whatsoever to find herself before a most horrible scene and yet one so familiar. Her dragonkin assistant sending the letters away with a puff of green smoke. “All done!” He smiled, making nice contrast with his smile of relief with her grimace of eldritch horror. He patted his hands together and adjusted his hoodie, clicking his heels and twirling on spot to go off on his merry way, before a shrieking Princess came out of the shadows!

“Spike! What have you done with that letter?! What have you done?! When did you come back?!”

“Whoa, Twilight!” Spike jumped a few inches away from her friend, his green bangs instantly stood straight up on top of his head.

“Letter! Twilight’s! Where?” Twilight gesticulated wildly, devolving to the simplest syntax possible, beating on her chest and gesturing wildly towards the scene of the crime.

“You mean that letter back in your room?” Twilight nodded frantically, biting her lips as the young princess was turning into a quivering mess, shaking from head to toe. “I sent it!”

“Noooooooo!!!” Twilight Sparkle howled to high heavens and fell on her knees again, raising her arms to the cruel and uncaring sky above, shaking her fist at her cruel fortune.

“W-Why? Why thishappened?!” Spike ran to her friend and placed his hands on her shoulders gently, noticing her usually rational and well mannered Princess was still shaking, terrified. He didn’t even need to kneel down to comfort her friend as he was still, well, Twilight always encouraged him with a “still growing up”. “Always… Always ask me before you’re going to send a letter, Spike!” Twilight grabbed her assistant's shoulder and started shaking his minute body so hard to make his hoodie fall on his head and cover his eyes.

“But you never wanted it before!” Said Spike as he stumbled left and right to pull the hoodie back to look clearly at his friend. “It’s my job! What’s wrong with it? Wasn’t that letter for the Princess? I saw the seal. You never put on a seal unless it’s official!”

“Yes! Sorta! I don’t know!” Twilight gulped as she realized her little game became more and more realistic, putting her on the edge of her own undoing.

“Twilight, are you hiding something from me?”

“Yes!” She answered bluntly as her mind wasn’t ready yet to concoct a proper excuse. ”Just answer! How...How did you even get past that spell?!”

“Was there a spell on that letter?!” He pointed at the recently opened scene of the crime with his thumb.

“Yes! I mean no! I mean...Was there?” Twilight nearly let slip the simple fact she had an entire chest of dangerous correspondence. She checked behind her assistant with the corner of her eye, hoping he wouldn't ask questions about her secret stash.

“Nope! I found it that way and I sent it. There was a seal and everything. I thought you were behind on some assignments or reports or anything else and I wanted to do you a favor!”

“I, uh, Ooohhhh!” Twilight threw her arms in the air, impotent to be angry anymore at her assistant. “It’s not your fault, Spike. You just did your duty. You can’t blame a person, you have to blame the system for it. But...I’m the system! It’s my fault!”

“Will you ever tell me what were those letters?” Spike tilted his head and looked with increased worry as her friend was getting in the usual “Crazy Twilight” mode. Disheveled hair, manic stare, pacing up and down while gesticulating like a crazy cat lady. “If I know what it was, I can help you better. Were those prank letters? Like, ‘Dear Princess Celestia, you smell’?”

“No. Oh, for the love of… No! She smells so wonderfully...” The Princess of Friendship grasped her hands together and went doe eyed at the mere thought, only to metaphorically slap herself back to reality before Spike turned his back again, as he walked back and forth, trying to think up an answer for the conundrum.

“Secret information to protect Equestria?! Oh my gosh, are there spies around?!” Spike pulled his hoodie over his head back again and his eyes darted left and right, searching for intruders in the library, ready to put their clutches on the mountain of magical secrets hidden there. And some dirty magazines.

“What?! And even if it was, I would never keep them here!”

“I dunno, then.” Spike shrugged. “Gossip?”

“Why would the Princess care about gossip?!”

“Well, last time we met at that party we had this hilarious discussion about Princess Coloratura’s new flame and—”

“Spike!” She yelled in exasperation. Her assistant’s weird tangents were the last thing she needed.

“I know, right?! Ystin Whiner is just too young and I don’t even think he likes girls. Not that there’s anything wrong with that but—”

“We don’t exchange gossip by letters, Spike!”

“How about, uh...I ‘unno. Some dirty stuff, maybe. Yeah, right! You probably wrote her that she has a really nice bod or something” He giggled quietly, before turning it into a full blown chortle, holding his belly and luckily closing his eyes so he couldn’t see the Princess of Friendship blushing from head to toe for the wildest and luckiest guess of all time. “Sorry, Twilight...But it sounds so unlike you!”

“Y-yeah… That’s absolutely impossible. This is the least… Twlight-y thing I would ever do.”

“You want me to help? I could go to Canterlot in a flash and tell the Princess I made a mistake. She wouldn’t even touch that letter!”

“No, this is something I have to myself.” She patted his shoulder, before pulling him into a warm hug, touched for the fact he was willing to take the blame. It was her dignity as a Princess that simply didn’t allow her that. She had to be honest with her mentor, with all that entailed. “Here, have some bits…” She handed Spike a pouch filled with money.

“What? What’s for? Are you buying my silence?”

“Go out, buy yourself an ice cream. No, wait: Ask out Rarity and ask her if she wants some ice cream, while I’m staying here to fix this me—”

She looked at Spike only to find his mere silhouette in the air and the door to her library nearly being tore out of its hinges as her assistant went off to his merry way, skipping to Carousel’s Boutique. No, not skipping: Flying there.

“Well...I’ll send her a letter…Again.” Twilight started getting up the stairs, mentally listing a series of places far enough to hide until the steam blows over.

Las Pegasus? Too opulent and costly, not the best for a low profile.

Saddle Arabia? It could be ideal but the diplomatic forays in the capital made her too well known.

Griffonstone? The food is terrible but it’s isolated enough. Maybe that was for the best, for the moment.

“Alright…” She rummaged through the places, looking for a good quill and some scrolls. She had thought about warning her friends first about she may be away for a while. She started writing an outline of a letter for Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie, to ask them something more about the place. Maybe if they knew a good place to stay in there. From what they her it didn't seem a good place for tourism but Twilight wasn’t there to have fun. She also searched through her shelves for some books about the argument to inform herself about the local culture and maps of the surrounding area.

All of a sudden, a noise really threw off her concentration. Twilight realized only by then to be literally drowning in paper and books. She looked around to see the massive, massive number of apologies she had written down, all of them ranging to the plausible explanations to blaming an evil twin from another dimension. She noticed that the noise came from her room.

Twilight swallowed and run upstairs, her hands shaking as she put down her quill and went to check the strange noise in her room. She walked inside her bedroom with her eyes closed, hoping it was just something that came out of an open window, a little bird or even just her imagination...

And there she was.

The Princess of the Sun. Her teacher. Her mentor. Her most forbidden fantasy. She was clad in a silken tunic so tight that her generous curves were enhanced to the maximum. Her wonderfully generous cleavage didn’t leave much to imagination and it would’ve sufficed just a simple pull of the fabric to expose her full orbs of femininity to the world and to Twilight's hungry gaze. With fear and arousal coursing through her veins she could distinctly see her semi-erect nipples poking through the silken white veil. Her fingers clutched delicately a scroll, reading it intently with a pair of small glasses on her perfect nose.

“Well…” Princess Celestia let out a small whistle of appreciation. “This is not something you read about everyday…”

“P...P...Princess…” Twilight’s blood left her face faster than one could say “Indecent Behaviour.” Her knees fell on the floor, trembling all the way as her mouth tried to form anything, from an apology to an explanation but the metaphorical grinds of her brain had well and truly stopped. “H...How…”

“I don’t even think is physically possible…” She watched enraptured as the Princess’ beautiful eyes scrutinized her deepest, most shameful fantasies and her luscious lips formed words of approval and amusement. “But I’m flattered, though. Do you have any idea on how that position would ruin your back?”

“I...I…” Twilight found herself unable to speak and move as she noticed the gaze of the Princess darted between the letter and her chest and gown. She scoffed at it, thinking it was just paranoia and her beloved mentor wasn’t actually ogling her up.

“I mean, I don’t want to offend you but one should have some training for these propositions, otherwise it can end in a disaster!” She picked up another letter from the floor, her sandaled feet crossed and one twirling in total relax as the Princess acted Twilight wasn’t even there, like one would while taking a relaxing bubble bath in the next room. And Twilight thinking about that scene came at the most inappropriate time. She finally realized that she didn’t have panties yet...

“Princess…”Twilight stepped forward, raising a finger to ask permission for a question.

“Seriously, maybe it’s your lack of experience but people are not made of rubber...There, this is better, but you have any idea how damaging silk laces actually are for the circulation? And this one...Ohhh…” Her pupils widened in pleasant surprise. “Now we’re talking! This is just plain naughty and I don’t use the word lightly!”

“Princess…”

“Yes, I know my title, Twilight. Now be a dear and explain what the hay do you mean when you say ‘Feeling the warmth of your delight under my fingertips.’ It intrigues me and yet it puzzles me the most! Sometimes you get positively raunchy and in other letters the flowery speech goes overboard. Yet, you seem aware of this flaw. How is that possible?”

“I, um, I wanted to touch you down there…”

“Pardon me, Twilight, but your voice is too low and someone of my age tends to get confused.” She tapped on her ear and turned her head to make it face Twilight better, all with an impish smile on her face. “Can you repeat that?”

“I wanted to touch you down there…”

“Where? There’s plenty of me down there. And down from where? This is simply not clea—”

“OH, FOR YOUR SAKE, YOUR GENITALS! YOUR LOWER PARTS! YOUR LABIA MAJORA! YOUR PUSSY!” Twilight immediately shut herself up by slapping her palms on that filthy mouth of hers. The Princess’ smile turned into a grin that gleamed like a knife in an alley. “I’m so sorry…”

“I’m afraid an apology won’t cut, Princess Twilight. You see, the rules of Equestria exist for a reason and Princesses are not above them.” Her stern, accusatory tone felt like a dagger made of ice stabbing Twilight’s heart. In a complete 180, she went from harmless teaser to the authoritial figure she had known and loved for so long. “In fact, Princesses should be more respectful of them than the common folk.”

Twilight gulped, Celestia’s scrutinizing gaze still on her.

“Normally, the punishment for sending obscene materials to royalty would be flogging but we are not animals and I’m willing to make an exception for you.” She crossed her arms, another swift gaze aimed at her chest. Twilight wasn’t quite sure as she kept staring at the floor in shame. “I could just spank you and be done with it. Like the naughty child you are. And wear some panties while you're at it.”

Twilight’s whole body turned to stone and words got trapped in her mouth. Was she really going to do it? That would’ve been the first time the Princess ever did it (She was always the obedient one, until then…) and as a twenty something woman. Not a child. Her heart skipped a bit at the thought. Her whole body tensed up from sheer tension as she put on some new panties, taken from her drawer. In front of Celestia, of course. While her most forbidden fantasy, or at least one of them, was going to come true was she truly ready for it? Did she really want this? To answer those questions she had to simply let that happen. Look at it with a dispassionate eye and simply live through it. Learn, endure...Enjoy?

“Are you going to sit there all day?” Celestia twirled her finger around, ordering Twilight to turn and sit on her long, well toned legs. The Princess had intentionally lifted her gown to reveal as much as she could, her perfect skin tone being just exalted by the light of her sun. Twilight bent over, letting herself go, the Princess suppressing a small titter at the weight of her student being on her so suddenly. “So… How do you want this to go?”

“Um…” Twilight felt her hands slowly lifting her short skirt, exposing the flesh of her tiny, round butt and she never felt so naked and vulnerable. Literally. “What?”

“How should I spank you? I was thinking on giving you just a small smack on your cheeks. But that would be, um, too little for what you have done.” She gestured at the sea of scroll invading the floor. “You’ll still need to walk tomorrow and I’m a benevolent Princess.” Twilight blushed furiously at that, primal fear and adrenaline rushing through her veins. “So, I think we’ll settle on… Let’s say twenty. "

The Princess took the time to savour and drawn out every word coming from her luscious lips. In Twilight’s still dangerously dirty mind, every action of dominance, no matter how well intentioned from the Princess’ part was making her ecstatic. It added to the humiliation and by the Princess’ sake, that was part of the fun! What was she thinking?!

A tense silence filled the room, Twilight working her gears harder than usual to at least give her an answer, to speak her mind on how she felt when suddenly, the first strike impacted, filling the air with a wet, sharp sound. Twilight didn’t scream. It didn’t hurt too much and not even too little. It rippled with discrete strength all over her body. It was perversely perfect in its execution. Twilight reasoned with utter calm on how much she may have done it before before the second smack hits harder, returning her to reality.

Twilight felt herself utterly inebriated by this sensation. Celestia was going to town with those spanks, finding a rhythm and a perfect combination of speed and strength, using her momentum to find that perfect balance of pain and pleasure, find herself more aroused at each strike. She clenched her legs instinctively, trying to take control of the strange heat blossoming between them. She bit her lip, trying not to get a small mewl of pleasure or two escaping her mouth. Her fingers grasped at the sheets as she lost herself in lustful abandon. Her mouth was opened only to let out wordless and soundless shrills of pleasure.

Around the tenth powerful smack, the Princess stopped to Twilight relief and irritation. Her hand stood there, hovering for a while, until the Princess raised an eyebrow and squinted her eyes, noticing something troubling. “Twilight…”

“What?! What is it?”

“I do notice that your panties are...Wet…” Celestia slowly passed a finger on Twilight’s panties, leaving a sticky trail on it, examining it with an amused smirk.

“Oh,dear..” Twilight wanted to die. RIght there and then.

“Are you getting off on this?”

“No, I mean, it’s a natural, uh...This is not what it looks! I drank too much! In fact, I’m drunk!” She laughed desperately, trying to defuse a situation that from space must’ve looked like a magical nuke. “Yes! This is why I sent you those letters! I have a serious drinking problem! You must understand, one of my best friends makes the best cider in Equestria and she insisted about it and we have a lot of reasons to celebrate. Why shouldn’t we celebrate?! Life is long and happy and...And...I’m not getting out of this one, right?!

“Glad you came on terms with it. Now, I can’t exactly let you stain these lovely clothes.”

Celestia started to slowly lower her panties, down to the ankles and stuck down a finger right in between her labia. Twilight felt a jolt of electricity right through her brain. She let out a wordless mewl of pleasure as she grasped at the sheet hard enough to leave nail marks as her mentor slowly let her finger more inside, playing with the delicate flesh as she kept hitting her. In a way, that what Twilight wanted so hard: The mixture of pain and pleasure, the fulfillment of a desire and consequent punishment made her absolutely insane. After a few rounds of Celestia’s long, expert fingers getting cozy in their new home, she slid them out, as if the whole experience was just a simple testing of the ground.

Twilight bit her lip and soldiered on as she just kept enjoying the simple feeling of getting spanked. The rush of adrenaline, the prickly feels of her skin, the strong touch of her mentor punishing a bad, bad girl…All of that was leading to a dangerous and sexy mix.

That delicious foreplay lasted until the Princess shoved her fingers back again, ravaging with speed and skill inside. Twilight squirmed as she felt the real, mature touch of her mentor, exploring places she would’ve never dared to think the Princess would see, let alone touch. And yet, there she was, her walls clenching around her fingers, the ruler of Equestria making her whole body vibrate with unnatural pleasure, fingering her like in a cheap erotic novel. And hopefully, a hot one.

She kept counting the strikes and tried her best to let only a squeak or a moan escape once in awhile and about at the nineteenth and penultimate strike, Twilight couldn’t help but squirt weakly, as the last hit landed on her rich flesh. Her limbs were left by themselves, landing weakly at the Princess’ sides while a vibrant shade of red graced her cheeks.

The Princess couldn’t let that end so quickly. As Twilight closed her eyes and tried to bask in the sweet afterglow, Celestia shoved her fingers back in, prolonging the pleasure, or rather, pulling it like by a fine thread, keeping Twilight on the edge. Twilight’s liquid came out a lot more lively than before. Twilight sank her face on the ripped sheets, her whole body shaking and quaking at the power of that orgasm. Her back and her shoulders trembling of pleasure as the waves coming from her crotch wrecked her to the very core. Celestia stood perfectly still with a content smile, barely moving her wrist as she kept jamming them deep inside Twilight. She let out a small chuckle as she slowly slid them out for the last time, caressing the delicate tunnel of flesh inside her student.

She savoured some precious moments to let her student rest and regain her forces when she saw Twilight’s hands searching blindly for her panties, trying to put them back up.

“Ah ah ah…” She gently stopped her wrist with just two fingers. “Throw them aside. You won’t need them…”

Twilight’s heart stopped and her blood froze up as she proceeded to do exactly that, letting them slide gently out of her ankles and hitting the floor. The room suddenly got a lot colder and the more that situation went on, the more she felt like in a nightmare where she found herself back to school and completely naked. It was a frighteningly accurate metaphor, complete with sexy mentor figure...Celestia grasped the panties and looking at them with amused spite, threw them away, crumpling them in a small ball.

“Now… I believe you have made quite the mess…” She gestured at the stains on the wooden boards. “This is not presentable for a Princess. Both of us. Since this is your home, clean it up.”

Twilight muttered, her head still spinning from the experience from before and groggy like one would be waking up in the middle of the night. “I guess I’ll go get some tissues…”

“Tissues? Do I have to teach you everything? You need a mop for this, at least.”

Twilight felt a little hurt. Spike was the one that took care of this apparently simple things…

“But…”

And there it was. That small ‘But’ felt like a slap on the cheek. Twilight froze up yet again, in the process of getting up from the bed and showing her naked buttocks to her Princess and mentor.

“Let’s make it fun. Use the tongue.” The Princess was positively giddy as she suggested that one.

Twilight gulped and followed that instruction almost mechanically. She turned around, her butt facing the door, and bent over, sticking her tongue out slowly as trembled from head to toes. She closed her eyes and started flailing her tongue about until she tasted the acid but pleasant taste of her own juices. Still, she was very aware in an inner part of her mind that she was doing something just plain hot. The fact that she was basically naked while doing this was the cherry on top. A terrible thought crossed her mind like a bullet: What if Spike came back home at the worst possible moment? She had to risk that. She wanted to risk that. The alternative was turning around and basically shoving her butt in front of the Princess.

Twilight stopped her work for a split second as she realized something. A very real possibility: Would the Princess have minded it? Was the Princess...Looking forward to it?!

In fact, Celestia showed her appreciation for the situation she was in as she walked right next to the door, barely making a sound on the wooden boards, to have the most perfect view one could have of Twilight’s ass, wobbling up and down as the Princess of Friendship cleaned the floor with her mouth. Twilight shut her eyes again and continued at a faster pace, her reddened cheeks moving even faster than before. She keep herself focused one hundred percent on her task to avoid to picture the pleased face of her Princess. Not that that thought made her completely uncomfortable.

When she finally finished, her tongue a little worn out and tasting of her juices, the Princess even clapped in the most elegant manner, a small chuckle escaping her supple lips. “I didn’t expect you would be so thorough with this. But…” She sighed with a point of disappointment. “You missed a spot, my dear…”

“Wha’...?” She asked, her tongue still sore. She shocked herself into action, examining thoroughly every inch of the floor she had just scraped clean but found no place where she didn’t go over. She reacted with puzzlement and the thought of just asking the Princess what she meant when she saw her impish grin. The Princess held her hand up, two fingers outstretched and stained with thick vaginal juice. Twilight gulped and resigned herself to the truth, Princess Celestia pleased on how fast she was catching on. She presented her hand like a highborn Lady offering it to her Lord to kiss it. Twilight gently took her by the wrist and stuck out her tongue, cleaning them slowly and throughly, taking the fingers in her mouth to suck them off with utmost care. She carefully kissed the phalanxes and fingertips, teasing the space between the fingers with quick swoops of her tongue.

“You know, Twilight…” Celestia chuckled, satisfied of Twilight’s mouth work. “I didn’t come here just for the punishment.”

Twilight didn’t stop but did slow her pace to listen better.

“After I received that letter, I was quite surprised. But when I teleported in that room and I saw that chest humming, no, singing of magical protections I couldn’t resist. I read them all. Even reread the ones that caught my interest the most. And I gave some thought to it until I was finally convinced.” Once they were clean, with even the minimum amount of saliva dripping from them, Celestia’s finger abandoned Twilight’s mouth. “The moment I saw you in that deliciously forbidden outfit, I must say I was hooked.”

Twilight’s mouth was still connected to the Princess by a small strand of saliva. She tilted her head, unsure on what to answer.

“What I'm trying to say is, my faithful student or, should I say, my lustful slut…” She punctuated those words with a small titter that caused Twilight's cheeks to flush with red. “That I accept.”

“You, uh...Accept what?”

“You being my sex toy. I thought it was obvious.”

With that, Twilight shut down and retreated deep in thought, her mouth still opened and emitting an almost imperceptible droning . A part of her said that this was the best possible scenario of that mishap and she should jump on that boat as fast as she could. Another part of her said that maybe it wasn’t too late and both of them could forget about this little misunderstanding and her fantasies could remain just that....

“I’m letting you decide, Twilight.” Celestia sat on the bed. “I’ll close my eyes and I’ll give you five minutes and whatever happens in those five minutes, I’ll accept. If you say yes, I don’t know...I trust your judgement but I would find a nice, deep kiss a good start.”

Twilight decided to be bold, for once. She stepped forward and gently grasped her Princess’ face, moved by the wonderful warmth in her nethers. She started to go to her lips, her own trembling for the sheer importance and wonder of that moment when Celestia, wanting to ease the moment herself, opened her mouth, parting her lips enough for what she had in mind. Twilight stuck out her tongue, took a deep breath and stuck it deep in the Princess’ mouth. Celestia answered with a pleasured mewl and eased her inside as best as she could, allowing their tongues to wrestle in a shared kiss. Twilight felt ecstatic as the Princess used such skill and yet kept up with her pace. She felt a magnificent tickle and basked in the wet sensation as she felt her chest filled with that same warmth from before.

Suddenly, the Princess get ahold of her wrists and wrestled the control of the kiss completely away from Twilight, pushing her back on the bed and going at it with much more enthusiasm. The Princess lashed her tongue around in Twilight’s mouth, pushing it against her tongue with such verve the young Princess had problems to even breath. It felt like being sucked in a whirlwind or a rabbit stuck in a trap. A busty, strong and completely adept at what she was doing trap. Celestia broke that experience, calling it a kiss would’ve been restrictive, and looked deeply into Twilight’s eyes. Her Intuitive mind saw unprecedented lust in those eyes but saw also a glimmer of… Affection, maybe? Twilight wasn’t sure if it was her own perceptiveness or she was just projecting.
“I hope you have enjoyed that…” Celestia purred. “Because you won’t be getting any for a while. You’ll have to earn them…” Twilight felt a surge of heat as she looked at those lips she had to honour to kiss just a few seconds ago, so supple and inviting.

Celestia stepped away from the bed and stood in front of Twilight, her curves resplendent at the light of the Sun in the see through tunic she was wearing. “Now it’s the time to undress your Princess.”

Twilight hesitantly moved forward, her hands trembling as they get ahold of the silk waistband around Celestia’s waist. As she began to pinch it and remove it, Celestia poked playfully on her forehead. “Close but not quite.” Twilight took another deep breath to gather some courage and, taking a little of a leap of faith, Twilight reached in through the gap on the side of Celestia’s skirt and brought her hands to Celestia’s black panties, basking on the sheer warmth that came from her body. She didn’t expect her Princess to wear them, to be honest... Twilight gently hooked her thumbs around them, and slowly slid them down Celestia’s legs. The Princess stepped out of them and with a flick of her wrist enveloped them in a magical hue, levitating them to Twilight’s hamper.

“There. A little memento.” Celestia chuckled. Twilight didn’t even hear what she had just said as she realized she was inches away from Celestia’s pussy. Perfect folds of the juiciest pink and not even a hair out of place. It was something out a book of illustrations. A costly one. Made with tears and sweat and years and years of perfecting the craft. It was such a marvelous, no, divine sight she couldn’t help but stay there and stare at it, something that the Princess couldn’t just let slide.

“Now, Twilight, I know that you like what you see and how couldn’t you? But bear in mind you are going to know it very well, so if I can have your attention...”

“Uh…? I...Yes!” Twilight stepped up on her feet and looked at her Princess patiently, not moving a muscle as she awaited for her orders. She couldn’t help but have an enthusiastic grin that her mentor didn’t object to. Quite the opposite as the Princess was completely calm and holding a sincere smile as she caressed Twilight's cheek. Her heart was soaring all the way.

“Now, I think we should establish a safeword.”

“A… Safeword?”

“Yes. Just in case you think I’m going too much at your pussy or your ass or you need a break to catch your breath and rehydrate yourself. We’re about to fuck, Twilight. Not destroy ourselves.” Twilight tried to not let her knees tremble at the sheer casualness the Princess was saying those things and the anticipation that was making her shivering in pleasure.

“How about… Uh… Celestia?” Twilight let out a nervous chuckle.

“That won’t do.” Celestia shook her head with a stern gaze. “You are going to scream that name a lot of times and then we wouldn’t be able to distinguish between me pleasing you to high heaven or you wanting to stop. My safewords are always in three short bursts and I, well, I’m kinda embarrassed to admit this but I just love to get a perfect three short burst from my lovers.” As she was describing the hottest thing Twilight ever heard in her young life (which wasn’t saying much), the Princess was removing the last of her tunic from her head, deliberately showing her bare legs, her perfectly toned belly and her soft, plentiful bosom.

The Princess’s skin was like copper and without a smudge or an imperfection. Her breasts heaved slowly as they followed the imperceptible movement of her breath. Her areolas were perfectly mathematical circles and her nipples stood erect. Her physique was the thing that attracted Twilight the most: It wasn’t overtly muscular nor she was scrawny but had mass where it mattered and curves where they should've been. An ideal of beauty, ripe for the taking…

“So, I think the word should be… Hmmm…” She held her finger against her chin, her eyes lost in thought, which Twilight found so human and cute. “Laputan.”

“Oh! I understand that reference!” She loved that book. It was favorite. The Princess always read it for her when she was a little girl...

“Of course you do… Now get on the bed. Just lay on your back and everything will be just fine…”

Twilight complied and obediently fell with her back on the bed. Celestia crawled her way to her and sat on her knees, letting Twilight admire her beautiful genitals. She couldn’t help but think that yes: This was really happening. She wasn’t sent to the Moon, dethroned or even flogged. A stroke of luck that nothing and no one could’ve predicted. “Well, I can see you are appreciative…” Celestia chuckled gently as she noticed for Twilight's embarrassment that she really couldn’t stop admiring her body and Twilight's own luck. She stuck out her tongue, said a prayer and landed that first, amazing lick.

It even tasted of Goddess.

Determined to get more, Twilight dug in, tongue flailing without a care in the world. She didn’t have any experience in this but her enthusiasm was more than making up for it. She tried to give her mentor the best she had. She went for speed. She went for technique. She assaulted that raw flesh, basking in that painfully delicious taste. Her Princess’ juices were flowing down her throat, dripping from her chin as she frenched her most sacred hole. To her delight, the Princes was actually enjoying it as she grinded slowly her crotch on Twilight’s face, moaning softly at every stroke of her tongue. “Oohhh… Faithful student…” She squeezed Twilight’s hands with her own and Twilight’s heart started pounding as hard as her tongue. “This is… This is a great start! Now, we should get serious…” Twilight felt something wrap around her legs. She pulled them away instinctively but she felt restrained.

She looked around and in the corner of her eyes she saw her arms being wrapped by ropes crawling across them, circling around her wrists and then tying her up to the two corners of her headrest. While her tongue was still moving on his own, her nostrils fully absorbing the primal scent of sex, her mind fully came to the calm realization that Princess Celestia was tying her up. It then came the horrific conclusion that Princess Celestia was tying her up!

Which was painfully hot…Her crotch heated up the moment she felt her wrists being tied up.

Celestia grunted and her hips moved faster, grinding with abandon against Twilight’s face. She licked as fast as she could the copious come, gobling down the Princess’ squirting and satisfied. Celestia grabbed a handful of Twilight’s hair and pulled her closer, burying her in her nethers as she held there, blasting with her orgasms on her face. Twilight struggled to swallow her sweet tasting juices that were covering her face, chin and chest with generous amounts. Her soft yet toned tights were squeezing around her head but she steeled herself in, breathing with her nose the precious ambrosia. She wanted to caress and squeezed those creamy tights but the headstand creaked, pulled by the ropes.

“Oohhh… Ooohhh… We are…” Celestia was coming down from her sex high, softening her grip around Twilight enough to allow her to see some light. “Fucking done…” Celestia laughed with mirth and Twilight almost wanted to join too as she would never grow accustomed with her Princess being so lewd. Soon, she could finally see again the Princess’ bosom and her rapturous curves and her attention was fully absorbed by that. The Princess looked even more enticing as she was enveloped by the thinnest veil of sweat.

“Oh, Twilight. Your eyes look like they’re going to fall out of your sockets.” Celestia chuckled softly. ”Heh. Your eyes ‘looked’...” She heaved her chest on Twilight’s, her finger feeling up the contour of her face and playfully bopping her nose at the end. “Seriously, the only thing wrong with this was how fast you finished me off and even that should be commendable! It means you did good.”

“It’s because…” She tried to draw in some breath and her chest heaved painfully up and down. “You are just so… Beautiful…” Part of her wanted to come up with something more articulate than that but simple words were made for a reason.

“Well, we don’t want you to get distracted by my looks for too long.”

Twilight didn’t get the Princess but there was no need as she found out the meaning of her jest as Celestia wrapped her belt tunic around Twilight’s eyes. She felt a short tug of the fabric and Twilight could see nothing but darkness. “Now that’s better.”

Twilight felt the Princess’ delightful weight abandoning her and then getting off the bed. “Uh, Princess? What are you doing?”

“Always the curious one, Twilight. Don’t you know that curiosity can get you into trouble? I think you should be just silent for a bit and enjoy...”

“But Princess! I—” Twilight choked on her words as she felt a piece of wet fabric being shoved in her mouth. From the shape and texture and smell, Twilight realized with horror that those were the panties she put before in the hamper. The ones from before when she was writing that infamous last letter. Twilight wanted to ask how or why and what the hell was the Princess even thinking but all she mustered was a weak, muffled squeaking noise.

“Now, now, Twilight: Don’t tell me you thought I wouldn’t realize what you were doing when writing those letters? I can even imagine it when I close my eyes…” She sucked some air in, shivering from sheer passion. “Shoving your fingers in there, imaging they were mine…”

Twilight squeaked some more, trying to rein in the embarassment. She tried to figure out where the Princess was and focusing her senses she heard some closet doors opening and closing, concluding that the Princess was around her library, checking out her stuff. She heard one last door being opened and the Princess letting out a pleased whistle. “My, oh my...I think we found the jackpot.”

Twilight gulped.

The Princess of Friendship panicked and against her better judgment decided to lift just a little her blindfold, trying to at least take a peek, just to get a general idea on what that nympho the Princess revealed herself to be was doing. But the blindfold simply stopped moving as she felt her magic simply… Stopping and Twilight felt a cold circle of metal being slipped on her finger.

“Ah, ah, ah…” The Princess admonished, waving her finger like one would to a child stealing cookies. “No peeking and no magic. That’s part of the fun!” She giggled and Twilight realized with some horror that the ring came from her collection. Twilight felt it was a good idea to collect and keep on hand some artifacts and a magic nullifying ring seemed a number one priority. And, of course, the Princess knew what it was. And was fully committed on going through with it!

The rustling and opening around stopped and Twilight felt Celestia’s weight back on the bed. She gasped and stopped moving altogether when she felt one of Celestia’s hand going through her blouse, grasping at her breasts and massaging it gently. “Oh, my lustful slut...You must’ve been waiting for this, neigh, training for this for ages! Why else would you have such a collection down there? You know what you like, that’s for sure. One, perfect, little, sexslave just for me....” She pinched Twilight’s nipple, causing a surge of red hot pain. “With every bit of your body…” She purred. The shock made Twilight bit on her own panties, wringing them out a little and allowing the Princess of Friendship to feel her own sweet arousal sliding down her throat.

She didn’t even have time to register that surprisingly pleasant taste that Celestia removed them from her mouth, her teeth snapping weakly. The Princess quickly leaned in with a kiss, smaller and less passionate than before but no less enticing. Twilight enjoyed every second of it, her tongue pressed against Celestia’s, before the Princess pulled herself away, a strand of saliva and Twilight's own juices connecting the two.

Celestia pulls the slightly wrung-out panties from Twilight’s mouth and tosses them to the side. Celestia gives Twilight another kiss, though a bit smaller than the one earlier as a reward for the orgasm and keeping still. Twilight notes that Celestia is now both tasting a combination of both their juices.

“Now, Twilight, be a dear and lubricate this for me.” Before Twilight could ask what she meant this time, the Princess shoved something round and rubbery in her mouth. Twilight mentally sighed and complied, her tongue swirling around on the object, cleaning every nook and cranny. She tried to figure what it was from the texture and the shape of it but she only came to the conclusion that it was just round and rather large. She slurped it for a while, lamenting its rubbery taste mixing itself with that of her juice to create an acrid, almost pleasant contrast in her mouth before the Princess pulled it out.

“Now, Twilight…” Twilight’s entire body tensed up, ready to follow every order her Princess’ perverse imagination had cooked up. “I’d like to play a game with you.”

“I thought this was the game…” Twilight puted, embarrassed at herself. She realized she wasn’t at her highest in mental acuity that day but she was thrusted feet first in a situation that was new, exciting and kind of dangerous.

“It’s part of it, at least. I want to bask in your intelligence and culture and I want to be proud of you, when I see everything that I taught is put up to good use.”

Twilight nodded.

“So...What is an adjective pertaining a flying island?”

Twilight felt conflicted, to say the least. If she answered right, like Celestia expected to do the fun would end right there and she would look like a moron… On the other hand, Twilight could disappoint her Princess.

Swallowing, Twilight cautiously answer the question with the wrong answer.

Celestia chuckled coyly, hiding her smile behind her hand. “Oh, Twilight...Maybe I did overestimate you.” The weight of her words fell on Twilight like a mountain of bricks. “You know what happens when someone loses a game, right? They. Get. Punished.” Twilight winced as she felt Celestia’s hands raising her gown and spreading her buttcheeks. She squealed when she felt the edge of that very same, sticky, rubbery thingy entering from behind...

“I’m giving you another chance.” She played with the object, making Twilight squirmed as she could the ridge of it caressing on the small ring of flesh in her behind, pulsating obscenely. “What would you call a flying machine?”

That was the exact same question. Twilight realized she was in a rigged game. The Princess had no intention to let her win. More importantly, no intention to let the game end. Twilight, for once, had finally figured it out the rules of that game: There were no rules. Just fun. And she liked it that way. She swallowed her pride and answered with the most inane, banal thing that crossed her mind.

“I, uhm...Flying machine?”

“Wrong again…”

Twilight felt the butt plug moving in half-way, making her realize that it was one of her largest and widest. Something that didn’t see the light of day until the literal Princess of the Sun decided to use it on her. She would have found that irony quite charming if her asshole stretching didn’t feel so painful and embarrassing.

“Alright, Twilight…” Celestia sighed in a completely phoned in way. “Even if I’m really disappointed, I’m giving you a third and last chance. If you answer correctly, I will remove it. Ready?”

“Y-yes…”

“What’s the safeword?”

Twilight was in shock. Completely. The pain was subsuming and was, in fact, getting sharper. She bit her lip, trying to keep the whining to a minimum as she felt the buttplug buried just halfway in her and lingering, teasing her entrance with its idleness. She was tempted to just say the safeword and stop it there and then but Twilight Sparkle wasn’t a person that gave up so easily. That was she wanted. She fantasized about it for so long she simply couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t. Sure, it wasn't exactly as she wanted but she was an adult: She could deal with that. She had a beautiful, naked Princess in her bed and it was all worth it. “Safeword…?”

“I really thought you were better than this…” With an elegant twirl of her fingers, the buttplug was finally pushed in all of its length inside Twilight, lodging it deep inside. Twilight finally let out a scream and warm tears marked her cheeks. Her head was spinning around as she felt red hot pain and her eyes flashing. Her tongue lolled out at the side of her mouth, her face a grotesque mask of pain and pleasure together.

Celestia moved her fingers around and a soothing light came from it. All of a sudden, Twilight didn’t feel any pain at all. That searing sensation was replaced by a fresh breeze and Celestia even removed the blindfold. No questions and no teasings. In fact, the Princess, still without a word, pulled Twilight into a hug. A motherly, gentle hug like the ones Twilight remembered sharing a thousand times.

“P-Princess…?”

“That’s enough, my faithful student…”

“Why? I mean…”

“You have proved enough to me. You already did so more times than I can count.” She kissed Twilight’s forehead and she felt butterflies going to war in her stomach. “The only thing you’ll have to prove from now on is just being a pretty good lay.”

The Princess stood on her knees over Twilight, bearing a wicked grin. She twirled her fingers over her crotch that made the pink flesh of her labia glowing in a pink bright light. The glow subsumed and shrinked in a small dot that encompassed her clitoris, which started expanding and enlarging. Once the light went out, Celestia revealed herself to be proud owner of a fat, long, veiny dick. Its head was glistening in the sunlight, its head clad in a pinkish red so shiny and supple while it pulsated obscenely, a small, almost miniscule drop of precum glaring over its head.

“I believe you know how to use this…”

Celestia lifted her leg and turned on herself, her face facing Twilight’s pussy. The Princess’ sticky, enticing rod was just dangling above Twilight’s eyes, filling her nostrils with its musky scent. “Now, the better you’ll do your work with this, the better I’ll do my work down there. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“Oh, yes…”

“Are you ready, Twilight?”

“Ready? More ready than I’ve ever been…” Twilight folded her hands together, her eyes widening with need.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, yea—” Before she could answer, Celestia stuck her dick inside, sliding it in with a cute popping sound. Not too rough as she avoided choking her but enough to make Twilight yelp in surprise as she felt the hard thing stuck between her lips. She started bobbing her head up and down, using her tongue sloppily but effectively to caress and slather the pink, luscious head. Celestia started moving her hips to step up her game, lunging forward and burying her cock deeper in Twilight’s mouth.

When she felt Celestia’s generous girth punching her throat it was too much to bear as she felt herself choking and squealed of pain. Celestia reacted immediately as she dislodged her cock from Twilight’s throat, leaving her pupil gasping and sputtering, searching for air. Yet, Twilight wanted more of that…”

“Why did you say you were ready?” Celestia sounded stern and distant but Twilight noted she didn’t hesitate in immediately ending that the moment she saw her uncomfortable.

“I was just…” She coughed a little, spitting some precum. “Caught off guard. But I’m ready now! Honest!”

Celestia rolled her eyes and lowered her dick again, this time pacing herself gently, allowing Twilight to swallow it on her own. Twilight was getting it down at her pace, kissing and licking it with the utmost care. Celestia was in ecstasy as she felt her student’s soft lips against her organ and turned her attention of Twilight’s delectable flower...