She was warm and sticky, her thighs wet from saliva and her own arousal that Celestia’s attentive tongue did not clean. The closest shower was the school’s communal bathroom half a building away. Somewhere between here and the research room was her clothes, some of them shredded by her own hands.

Twilight didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.

Celestia’s arms wrapped around her while Twilight’s head rested on one of those perfect breasts. The goddess hummed softly as she stroked Twilight’s back. Sleep beckoned Twilight, and coupled with her sexual satisfaction, she felt the urge to just crawl into the giantess’ grasp and slumber forever. Sleep would not claim her though, but she contented herself with relaxing in Celestia’s molten embrace.

No matter what her very touch felt like fire. Twilight had passed it off as something she felt in the moment of discovery, but now that the lovers had a quiet moment, her first thought was not mistaken. Her hand traced Celestia’s side and stopped just short of the neighboring, weighty breast. She was warm, almost swelteringly so. Even as they lay there quietly, Celestia freely offering herself as a makeshift bed for her, their post-coitus rest should have cooled their bodies and womanhoods. Lying naked on another naked woman made her sex tingle, but Twilight still felt the furnace that was Celestia no matter how much time passed.

“We can’t stay here forever.”

No matter how much as she wanted to. Every word, every action Celestia gave was subservience to her. It felt... very erotic to have such a woman at her call. Control of another was what set a fire in her loins, but not what warmed her heart. She wanted to stay with her forever.

She only had the building for another hour.

Celestia kissed the nape of her neck, making her purr. “Is there nothing I can do to change your mind?” She bit her neck just soft enough to make her groan.

“Plenty, but we really shouldn’t. Someone is bound to come along soon and check my progress.”

She had translated several scrolls, but Celestia’s awakening had burned through half her time. Someone would be by to close up. Twilight felt the cold chill of the air as she begrudgingly parted from Celestia’s embrace. Warm or not, she felt like she wanted to dive back in her grasp. The woman gave her a pout, but let her lover leave as she also stood tall and stretched. Twilight couldn’t help but marvel at her perfect form as Celestia’s dainty fingers brushed against the ceiling. Her eyes soon fell to that alabaster bum that looked so wonderfully pliant.

“I will do as you wish, but you seem preoccupied with me regardless.”

How could she not admire the naked, giant woman and her own half-remembered, fractured memories? Her own thoughts were intruding on her. Playful lust danced with a keen, analytical mind. Cool nights by the desert river warred with those researching old texts and tomes. Another life, another time, and she wouldn’t question the woman before her, but there was the present to consider. She was a scholar and researcher now. That came first.

She really couldn’t stop staring at Celestia’s ass.

“I need to think.”

The goddess obeyed the unspoken order and waited, sitting on the edge of her own sarcophagus. A queen-goddess-pharaoh or whatever the hell Celestia was woke up in her presence. She was just shy of eight feet in height, was bare as the day she born—or perhaps created, now that she thought about the absurdity of the situation—and whose existence was literally erased from history. Twilight just couldn’t leave her in the campus lab. She also couldn’t take her home; she lived thirty miles away and there was no way to secretly smuggle a giant of a woman that far.

Her feet were moving. Was she pacing? She didn’t care. She had bigger problems to worry about. She needed to dispose of the linen wraps, put away the scrolls, and make it home. And seal a sarcophagus over a thousand pounds in weight. And find her spare set of clothes to cover her nudity. And come up with a story why she got through about seven scrolls so far when she should have gotten through at least double that.

‘No, don’t look at her. She is calming, yes, but your mind strays when you look at her. Bad Twilight.’

She would also have to come up with some thoughts on the tomb when asked, but that’s something that could be easily postponed. There was also the issue of Spike and wherever the hell he was. She had an inkling he was on a date. There was no telling when he’d get back, or if he’d already be waiting for her at home. She was a notorious insomniac, something Spike was well aware of, so chances were good he’d take his time coming home, knowing Twilight wasn’t going to be there either.

Getting through all of that and miraculously making it home without being seen, there was still the issue of what the hell she was going to do with a giant woman that followed her every command and told her to run as their bedroom door burst open under torchlight.

“Twilight!”

Celestia was kneeling, her hands firmly wrapped clutching her shoulders. Twilight’s hands were clutching her skull. “You must calm yourself,” she said, her very words like honey to Twilight’s ears. Even kneeling, she could look Twilight in the eyes.

“I am remembering things.”

Twilight could feel the very air itself cooling as Celestia’s face fell. Love and unending joy had been her only defining traits so far, and while parts of her were bountifully pleased Celestia understood her meaning, another part wondered why the goddess was so concerned with that happening.

“You must have many questions of me,” Celestia said after a moment of carefully choosing her words.

Twilight nodded. “But I don’t have time to ask them.”

Celestia paused and pulled Twilight into a hug, one hand around her waist and another running through her hair. Twilight felt the full, molten force of the sun cradling her and basked in its dwarfing, belligerent embrace. The warmth returned and pushed back the chill her nudity could not fight. Twilight lay her head against Celestia’s chest and wrapped her arms around her goddess. She could hear her heartbeat, its gentle rhythm rocking her to sleep. There was just something oddly comforting about her presence and Celestia’s nails brushing against her scalp.

As much as she hated to do so, she parted from Celestia. Twilight grasped her feelings and forced them deep inside. The hug helped calm her raging thoughts. Now was not the time for her flighty and strange emotions, or whatever Celestia was provoking. There was work to be done. Regardless of the reason, she couldn’t let people know the goddess had awakened just yet.

“Someone will be coming shortly.” She started pacing again, but now it was with purpose, outlining her plan. “I need to clean everything up, and I can’t let anyone know you exited the sarcophagus. The real problem is I can’t move the lid. It’s too heavy for me to lift.”

“I will take care of that,” Celestia reassured her.

Twilight nodded, not even bothering to ask how. They’d just met, but she trusted the woman with her life. “I’ll get things cleaned up.”

The two parted. Twilight delicately returned each scroll to its cataloged place before running to her locker. It was not unheard of for her to stay the night, despite that being frowned upon. She always had an extra set of clothes prepared for that eventuality, and it proved to be most fortuitous that she had clothes that were not torn up by her own hands.

All she had to spare was a simple linen dress and her jingling gold anklets. Neither were overly fine, but her kalasiris that went over top was colored from violet dye. Such dye was expensive, and the garment alone was one of the most costly things she owned. She was not much of a socialite, but in her line of work, there was value in looking the part.

Twilight hurried into the storage chamber and came to a dead stop. Celestia had managed to leverage the gargantuan granite lid up in order to hoist it onto her shoulders. She took a breath before her muscles strained to lift the lid. Twilight could only stare. It shouldn’t be possible, but as Twilight’s eyes drifted to her flexing calves, Celestia managed to lift half a ton of stone higher and higher. She teetered to the left and let it slide off her back, covering her former prison. Digging her feet in, she gave the lid one final shove, sealing it once again.

What a woman...

Ignoring the heat filling her cheeks, Twilight grabbed the loose linens wraps and bundled them up. No trace of Celestia could remain. After burning them and disposing of the ashes, Twilight stuffed her torn clothes into her bag.

That just left getting back home with a giant woman.

“Okay,” she said as said amazon ducked under the doorway to greet her. “Everything’s taken care of. The only issue is finding a place where we can talk. We’ve got maybe twenty minutes. Home’s a safe bet, but I don’t know how to get you there without being seen. I don’t think I am ready to answer questions if people start asking about you.”

It was late, so there wouldn’t be many eyes around, but all trips back home required transport, and there was no way Celestia could be snuck anywhere.

Celestia got to her knees once again. “I may know a way.” She gestured for Twilight to come closer. “If I may?”

Twilight skittered close, curious. Celestia cupped her face and brought their heads together. Twilight felt the tug of longing when Celestia closed her eyes and deprived her of her golden gaze. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted with returning to her private study back home, books and scrolls ready for study or casual reading. The carpet beneath her feet. The heat of the hearth. Her cat’s fur brushing against her legs. The smell of papyrus and fresh chrysanthemums.

She stumbled a little as Celestia pulled away and her ever-present guardian dutifully kept her from falling. “What was that?” she asked.

“A touch of magic. I can bring us to your home, but I needed to find it first.”

Magic? What? Memories of home just came to her was all. But... they kept coming, drawing more and more pieces she hadn’t thought of. How did she do that?

Twilight’s ears perked. She heard a door deeper in the building. The curator came early and they were out of time. It was just another question that would have to wait a little while longer.

“Can you bring us there?” she asked in a rush.

“Should you will it.”

Twilight wrapped her arms around her goddess. “Do it. Now.”

The world dissolved in light.

There was little beauty in buildings of mud and stone, but Twilight was never one for beauty; as long as the buildings and rooms served their purpose, she wasn’t one to complain. A utilitarian need was preferable to a comfort one, the function over the form. That was her desert home along with everyone else in the wealthy sepat, the district where the upper class resided.

The air rumbled in her library. Her house was considerably larger than most, but the stifling desert heat would have long since abated now that night had fallen. It was difficult for her to spell out how she knew that or that she was in her home, let alone the library. There was a strange feeling of familiarity and that of her head stuffed full of reeds. This was home, but something was cluttering her mind.

Sweet, delicious air flooded Twilight’s lungs. Not even a second had passed since she was in the lit campus. Her knees gave out but Celestia’s protective embrace refused to let her fall.

“Wow,” she said wearily. “That was something.” It felt like a few bones hadn’t yet joined her.

“It does take some getting used to. Is this the correct place?” Celestia asked.

It looked about right. None of the candles were lit, and the hearth was cold, but the moonlight streaming in through the high windows were enough to see once her eyes got used to the dark. Clay shelves to store scrolls, and four wooden shelves to index her books stood right where she left them. Her desk remained as cluttered as she left it, the same collection of info about the sun temple right where she left it.

“It’s my place.” Her stomach was starting to feel a little queasy. “I think I need to sit down.”

She tried to move from Celestia’s grasp but her knees immediately began to wobble. “And I think need a little help.”

Twilight squeaked as Celestia swept her into her arms and carried her like a blushing bride. The hearth burst into ruby flames to combat the chill of the night. How did she do that? Celestia set her down in an overstuffed armchair before kneeling next to the hearth herself, patiently awaiting Twilight’s command.

A goddess at her call...

Twilight dashed that line of thinking. Celestia was undoubtedly pleasing to the eye, but there were other thoughts to bring forward now that they were alone. ‘What was that witchcraft?’ was on the list, along with ‘What’s with my memories?’ and ‘I just let a stranger in my house.’

Baby steps first.

No matter what action she took, she required a moment to collect her thoughts. She was researching an unusual tomb, awakened some kind of pharaoh goddess, and was plagued with memories that were not her own. Now she had hidden and destroyed evidence of her discovery, and let the goddess take refuge in her own home. All in the space of a few hours.

Twilight couldn’t help but feel a dash of disappointment for herself. She prided herself on being logical and collected, but her last several decisions had been made purely on emotion that was clouding her judgement. She knew nothing about this woman other than what the scrolls proclaimed, and many were admittedly altered by their authors. Hearsay was by no means a testament to good character. In fact, one of the more damning scrolls condemned Celestia to imprisonment due to some grave sin, a crime that involved her blossoming memories.

Emotion warred with reason. A piece of her was inextricably linked with Celestia and longed to be with her, free to give and follow directives without question. Her rational side—Twilight couldn’t help but refer to it as her present life—was in control now.

Deep breaths. She could do this. She fed off of data, and maybe now she could get enough and begin aligning this puzzle and see the proper picture.

“Your name is Celestia.” The unfamiliar language still rolled off the tongue like she had used it her entire life. ‘“Tet” for the female pronoun. Male is... “tek”. Yes, that’s it.’

“Yes.”

Every word she spoke seemed to give Twilight a little strength and slow the shaking in her legs. Twilight first thought it was just a comfort thing, but could that be more witchcraft?

“We were at the lab, and you brought us here to my library. How did you do that?”

Twilight knew that smile Celestia sprouted. It was the one Spike gave her when he was privy to some kind of inside secret or joke. “Two separate spells. The first was you allowed me to share our thoughts, and I pulled those that revolved around what you considered to be a safe sanctuary. You used—The second was another spell, easy to practice but difficult to master. Consider it a bridge between two places, only instead of connecting two sides of a river with a bridge, I can force the two sides closer together. Coupled with your memories of your domicile, that provided me with a location.”

The sudden change in wording was not lost on Twilight, and she didn’t doubt that was was about to say something about her past life. Her scrambled memories were a can of worms that weren’t ready to be unpacked quite yet. “How long were you in the sarcophagus, and how did you survive inside for so long?”

Celestia tilted her head to the side, a ponderous tic that Twilight shared. “I am unaware of how long. Many floods and moons. That did not concern me, even if time had little meaning inside. Weeks could be days, or hours draw into years; my tomb was designed to hold me, not slay me. My jailers could do little else when I vowed to escape.”

A curse be upon the casket of the Sun Goddess, for she will ravage the world looking for her lost love.

“No common khopesh or hoplite spear can fell me so easily. My sister refused to take up arms, and even though she blessed the pharaoh, he could not do so either despite his best efforts. All mine kin promised was a line of pharaohs that would forever watch for my return. Floods, war, famine, the Darkness, time, or even the underworld wouldn’t stop me. Neither could their prison.”

Her words supported the scroll that damned her anyway, and she could reason out a few of her questions without much trouble. Celestia was imprisoned because her endearment for her lover neglected some kind of nebulous duty. Endearment to her. At least the memories she carried of Celestia supported that, along with Celestia’s gleeful worship.

“So you’re some kind of goddess?”

Celestia was about to say something before she closed her mouth. She tilted her head again and thought for a moment before settling on, “Of sorts. I was born just like you, but I am not susceptible to most mortal foils.”

“Like not being able to be killed too easily? And the magic?”

“Indeed, beloved.”

“Magic doesn’t exist here.”

Celestia started in surprise. She didn’t know? It was the first time Celestia genuinely appeared off guard.

“This concerns me greatly. I suspected I was entombed for many moons, but I did not anticipate it would be this many. Heka is—was—a blessing for all. Not anymore...”

“Magic was more plentiful when I... back then?”

Celestia nodded. “Yes. It was an art taught by many and used to accomplish majesty you could only see in your dreams. Great works of architecture, art, science, and medicine unlike any other.”

Twilight felt she was holding something there; if such wonders greater than teleportation were true, she expected the woman to go into more detail. She wasn’t sure if Celestia was being merciful to her due to her disjointed memories, or was trying to hide something from her altogether. The stress of the day was wearing her down enough that sleep was tugging against the corners of her mind, dulling her reasoning and instincts. Twilight filed that for later. There was one important question she had been avoiding for a long time.

“Why do I have these memories?”

It didn’t look natural for Celestia to hesitate, but the woman took almost a full minute to compose her answer.

“It was my sister that imprisoned me.”

Deep breath. Pain. Celestia didn’t want to talk about it and Twilight could see it with every breath she took. The implication in the scrolls was Selene was furious and almost committed sororicide. What was it like, not knowing the last thing you would ever see is the sliver of light closing on the lid of your tomb? Twilight bit her lip to stop herself from commanding Celestia to say to more, to spare her the pain, but she was not a lovestruck little girl at the beck and call of a goddess.

Not anymore.

“I have been alive for many long years and ruled the sun with honesty and righteousness. Mine sister commanded the night and the power of heka and the throne. I provided light and growth, while she provided over the night’s most sacred rituals. She eased the desert heat, and the heka waxed and waned with the path of the moon. People of the world procreate during the night, and sister mine was offered tribute every month for it when the moon was full.

“We have watched kings fall and kingdoms rise, but it is here in the desert sands where life drew its first breath.” Celestia gave a laugh. Twilight wasn’t sure if it was out of happiness or despair. “You don’t know what it is like to be alone for so long and then know you have others to share eternity. Mine sister, we loved each other as family and shared each other’s bed, but nothing rivaled the knowledge that we were no longer alone. Mortal kind proved to be weak in flesh and spirit, but... their capacity to learn, to grow... it astounded us. Fearful, suspicious, and even weak as they were, they were capable of accomplishing so much.

“That is why we descended, and we were thought of as gods. Majesty bred worship, and we ruled. I believe we were just and righteous rulers. I guided the people, while my sister groomed the line of pharaohs into rulers.

“Days turned into months. Months into years. As time passes, so does your view of it. When young, a year is so long. After a millenia, a year is only a breath on the wind. I felt something was missing from my life. We could have ascended once more, but we sought out humanity for a reason, to fill a void. Abdicating felt the same. We guided the aristocrats, coded rules for them to treat the servants and slaves. We helped guide the growth of the kingdom, the expansion of wealth and culture. Still I felt something was missing.”

Celestia laughed, but unlike her previous coy and indulgent chuckle that made her weak in the knees, she now sounded tired. And why did she refuse to say Selene’s name?

“I remember the day I made my decision so clearly. My sister chose to walk to the palace and accumulated a crowd of people in her wake. They loved her, common and noble alike. They basked her in gifts and begged to touch her. She drew them to her without promise or payment. They loved her. It was at that moment I felt my heart clench in my chest and felt a longing like no other. Maybe it was jealously. I coveted that feeling. Not them flocking to her, no. I saw the look on her face, the happiness and peace she carried. I had never seen her more content than that moment. I envied that. I...”

She stopped and looked Twilight in the eye. “Forgive me for my weakness. I... I will not burden you with the details, but I stole my sister’s power. Our powers are vast, but still limited in some regards. We can only do so much and I wished for something much more. I desired a mate. I wanted to share that love my sister felt. I wanted to feel that for myself and share it with another. True, we shared in many carnal pleasures with each other, but we were sisters first. I wanted a love.

“I stole my sister’s power and sculpted a mate from clay I unearthed from the river. I loved you like none other and would have abandoned the throne if you willed it.” Tears spilled down Celestia’s face, but Twilight was glued to her chair. What was she supposed to say to comfort a goddess? “I shared your bed and watched you grow into a fine woman. I taught you the sciences, about nature and the stars themselves. At your command I would have done anything. Mortal or not, I valued you more than my own divinity.”

“Something went wrong,” Twilight concluded. “Something with your sister.”

Celestia nodded. “She stole her power back along with much of my own. All I asked of her was this one request! One! A love to call my own! She accuses me of abdicating our people for petty indulgences. I would not have caused some great disaster and relinquished the sun and moon to Darkness. She ripped what power she could from me and buried me alive. I swore to her I would never rest until I found you again. Guiding mortals, living between worlds—no place and everywhere—I finally had something—you—that was worth protecting, worth fighting for. I swore to my sister with my very last breath before the light left my tomb. I swore I would find you again some day.”

Celestia’s chest heaved and more tears spilled down her cheeks in droves. Even as the first few tapered off and splashed against the floorboards, even more followed in their wake and she was crying again.

‘Stupid.’

The first thing she thought of was the only thing she didn’t follow up on. Celestia escaped her sarcophagus once Twilight unearthed her. She’d been in the cold and the dark for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years, mourning for the love she lost and the sister that silenced her. What would it be like to feel such terrible loss and have no one else to grieve with for so many years?

Twilight stepped out of the chair and moved to embrace Celestia. The woman tried to stand, but Twilight pulled her to her chest and cradled her there like a child. She made not a sound, but she could feel Celestia’s tears staining her clothes as she silently cried. The intimacy of their lovemaking might have been Celestia rejoicing their reunion, but this moment, the goddess weak in the knees and the scholar comforting her by stroking her scalp, was much too precious to be spoiled.

By the time Celestia stopped crying, the two of them still cradled each other closely, Celestia wrapping her arms around her back just to remain upright. Twilight smiled at the sight. If she did have some kind of past life with the woman, she didn’t care.

Her head went down, down, down....

Twilight snapped back to attention. Celestia’s tale wasn’t boring, but the fatigue of such a long day along with some toe-curling sex had taken its toll. It was getting deep enough in the night that Spike might be coming home any time now. So many more questions to ask, ranging from the intricacies of magic to Selene herself. There was much editing from Celestia’s tale for the sake of time, but what interested her most was the fate of Selene and her past life.

They would have to wait. The comfort of a warm bed called to her.

“Would you like me to carry you to bed?” Celestia asked.

Twilight was tired enough that she didn’t even feel like protesting. As smooth and carefully as a mother cradles her child, Twilight let the goddess sweep her up in her everlasting warmth, her anklets jingling with every movement. The moment they just shared hung heavy for them both, but if Celestia didn’t want to spoil the mood, neither did she.

“Down the end of the right hall,” Twilight instructed.

She thought it would be troublesome at first. The simplest thing, a doorway, wasn’t built for a woman almost clearing eight feet tall. Celestia didn’t put her down, and simply took a knee and smoothly slid across the polished cedar floor. Most rooms, and the hallways included, were built tall with windows at the top to help vent the heat. Celestia had to hunch herself slightly, but could walk through her house with relative ease.

Her room was equipped with chests upon boxes upon cabinets. Every wall was filled with storage space of some kind, few of them dedicated to actual clothing. All of her research was neatly sorted, from her articles on modern medicine to the very research that led to the discovery of Celestia’s tomb. One chest and cabinet wedged on either side of her bed contained clothes while her cats Osiris and Kashta slept peacefully on her bed. Twilight’s approach made each open their eyes and leave the room, disgruntled that their sleep was about to be interrupted. Each rubbed against Celestia as they passed before their bottlebrush tails slunk out the door.

Twilight pulled out a nightgown. It was a loose thing, but slightly thicker than her current attire to help combat the chill of the night. She placed it on the bed and reached for the hem of her kalasiris before hesitating. Celestia had not left her room. She wasn’t leering, but she hovered about in that protective manner. Twilight didn’t like undressing in front of others, even one as familiar with her as Spike. Well, Celestia had seen her nearly naked anyway. No use being modest about it.

Her finery went on the nightstand and her clothes filed carefully into their proper place. She’d figure out what to do with her ripped up clothes in the morning. As she was sliding her nightgown on, Celestia asked, “Shall I guard your door?”

Spike would see her if she did that. If Spike saw Twilight’s torn clothes and signs of another woman in the house, he might actually applaud her for getting laid for once, but he was smart enough to question Celestia’s massive size. That would lead to questions.

Twilight pulled her bedding to the floor. “You will sleep with me tonight.”

The words came and left without before she understood she said them. ‘Get back in the corner; I’ll deal with you later,’ she told herself. Her past life or whatever it was wasn’t going to be speaking for her.

She liked Celestia, of that there was no doubt. It just happened to be coincidence and nothing more that she had the same idea. Nothing more.

Celestia smiled. “At your beckoning, so shall it be.”

Sex was the last thing on Twilight’s mind as she settled down in her blankets and reached out a beckoning hand to Celestia. There was no way Celestia was going to fit on her bed, and it would be rude to require her to sleep without proper accommodations.

Celestia arced her back like a cat and settled down next to her. Twilight drew her blankets to her, but began to think they weren’t needed as she curled herself into Celestia’s arms once again. She discarded her headrest and settled on leaning her head on the goddess’ chest, letting the gentle beats soothe her tired mind. Celestia wrapped her arms around her and resumed her gentle stroking to lull Twilight back to sleep.

At last, Twilight’s mind settled. No more books, no more research, or goddesses and reawakening memories intruding on her life. It was a welcome relief like something missing had finally been found; Twilight just enjoyed Celestia’s presence. Her aura wasn’t quite like the arid heat. It was more comforting, like a blanket sorely needed. Twilight often struggled with a racing mind that wouldn’t silence itself. That was often why she would stay up so late and run herself to exhaustion; there was no way to quiet the storm clawing at her skull. Perhaps it was that piece of her that melted at every little word Celestia spoke, that little harlot that jumped and wished nothing more than a quiet, married life with the giant. She wanted to imagine her past life had more restraint than jumping at Celestia’s every word. No such luck.

Great. She was irritated now. Still, Past Twilight had excellent taste. Under that thin layer of fat was hard muscle framing an absolutely superb example of femininity. That lingering scent of cinnamon clung to her like a cloak. Full breasts, legs that just kept on going...

Twilight couldn’t stop herself from tracing a finger from Celestia’s midriff to her sternum. She gotten an eyeful ever since Celestia woke up, but now her exploration was more curious than anything.

She pulled her hand away and flushed. It wasn’t polite to explore like that without being asked to first. They weren’t lovers. Were they? Friends with benefits, maybe? No, not even friends; they had only just met. Hell, even a one night stand was giving her skills to woo others too much credit.

“It is okay,” Celestia asuaged. She looked down on her with a comforting and encouraging smile. “If you are curious, do as you please.”

Her hand wrapped around Twilight’s and brought her hand back to her stomach. Twilight’s hand circled her stomach a little. What she would give for abs like that. She moved up her sides, counting the ribs off one by one until she reached the base of Celestia’s heavy breasts.

“Are you sure?”

Here she was, a dorky little filly asking a playground boy if they wanted to go out and buy some candy together.

Celestia brought a hand up to Twilight’s cheek and she leaned into it. “Of course, Twilight.”

“I’m just not sure if you’d be okay with it after everything you just said.”

“Twilight, my dear Twilight,” Celestia cupped her face with both hands now. “I waited thousands of years to be by your side. It matters little what you would have of me as long as I remain there.”

There was that submissive adoration again that just made her insides tingle. Their earlier loving did make her feel better and so wonderfully relaxed. They knew each other a little better now and prone Celestia was letting her take the lead.

Exhaustion be damned. She had a goddess to please.

“Okay.”

Sexual euphoria had been clinically shown to induce endorphins and chemicals to induce sleep, after all. She was just letting herself go to sleep a little faster with just a little more work. Twilight timidly took to her knees and examined Celestia.

Before she even knew it, Twilight straddled Celestia’s waist. No matter how many times Twilight saw her, she couldn’t find a single flaw in her perfect features. It was like she was mixed with female virility and carved from stone, an idealistic representation of femininity that had somehow been given life. Celestia’s full breasts sunk into her chest now that she was laying flat on her back, but the were still firm enough to hold much of their shape. Those perfect ivory breasts were topped with a light gray areolas and nipples that had begun hardening during Twilight’s examination. By the powers, she was a massive woman. It would take like three of her to even match the body mass of the goddess. Celestia was quite lithe for her size, but the sheer volume of her breasts would put them somewhere in the F-cup range on a normal person.

She looked to Celestia and received a smile and a nod.

Twilight reached a shaky hand out and gently touched each breast. They were as warm as the rest of Celestia, but still those nipples tightened as if freezing cold. Her hands brushed against the large curve of each breast, memorizing the feel and committing every inch of this perfect woman to memory. Growing more daring, she lifted her hands and palmed each breast.

Celestia released a pleased hum of approval. Screwing up her courage, Twilight moved a little more until each nipple was under her fingers.

“Yours are so much bigger than mine,” Twilight pouted. Celestia’s laugh chimed like a bell.

Twilight rolled her nipples between her fingers experimentally, seeing what Celestia liked best. A cross between brushing and pinching them between her thumb and forefinger made Celestia sigh happily. She did it again, this time pinching a little harder. Celestia jumped a little, making Twilight give her a bashful smile.

She continued her exploration of the sun goddess. She grasped Celestia by the forearm and traced a finger along her smooth, silky skin. Not a single hair dotted her whole arm; she really did feel like silk. Twilight brought the back of Celestia’s palm to her cheek and just indulged herself by stroking Celestia’s flawless, unblemished skin.

Further north she drifted. A proud, prominent chin, cute button nose, thin pointed eyebrows, golden eyes that were like honey and sunlight made flesh, and her pink hair fanning around her head like a halo. What drew her eyes first were Celestia’s full, kissable lips. Twilight dove down for a kiss. It was a good thing Celestia didn’t use one of her spine-melting kisses again; Twilight didn’t know if her poor heart could take the stimulation. She was silky soft, nothing like the coarse, chewed-up lips that Twilight possessed. Celestia opened her mouth just slightly during the peck to allow Twilight access if she wished, but there was so much more to be done.

She scooted down, examining everything as she went. Celestia had just the right amount of pudge around her midsection to give her some curves.

‘Or something to hold on to.’

Further down still were her long, swan-like legs. She remembered watching her with great interest as she bench-pressed her own sarcophagus lid like it was nothing, and liking every moment of it. Even as large as she was, she shouldn’t have the strength to do that. Twilight ran both hands down one of Celestia’s thighs and felt the flexing muscle just underneath. A little further down was her sculpted calf muscle and dainty little toes. Celestia gave them a little wiggle, making Twilight giggle.

“You’re perfect,” Twilight gushed.

“None are more perfect for me than you, my love.”

Twilight’s eyes were drawn to the one place she had yet to explore. She swallowed. It was one thing getting head by a goddess, but it was another giving it. Twilight scooted forward just a little and nudged Celestia’s knees apart. Celestia’s womanhood bore only the faintest sheen of moisture. Something so small pleased her to no end; her rough, careless examination was actually exciting the goddess. Twilight had seen plenty of anatomical diagrams, and even examined her own womanhood in a mirror, but seeing Celestia’s made her remember the term sculpted again. Both labia lips bulged only slightly, forming a thin line separating Twilight from Celestia’s divine vagina. Celestia’s labia minora didn’t stick out like her own. Even lewdly displaying herself she was perfect.

Twilight shakily reached out and put her hand against Celestia’s pelvis, missing her mark by a wide margin. There would be no going back from this part. She slid down just enough until her palm was resting on Celestia’s pubic mound. Biting her lip, Twilight ran a finger across that little crevice.

She jumped a little when Celestia gave a light moan of arousal. Twilight could smell herself and something else, a bit of musk that she knew but was unfamiliar with. She placed two fingers at the crest of Celestia’s entrance and then spread them into a ‘V’. Celestia was every bit as pink as she was on the inside. For some reason she expected a goddess to have a little something more going on under the literal hood. Twilight was absolutely riveted by the sight.

“Can...?” Her plaintive voice was swallowed by the room. “Can I...”

Just breathe.

“Can I try... pleasing you?”

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