Author's Note

Just a quick little one-shot, done by request.

No Wrong Way

Celestia shut her bedroom door firmly. Then she locked it. Then she cast a silencing spell on the door. She considered a locking spell to augment the silencing spell, but decided that that would be excessive. Turning to her balcony, she shut the glass doors, locked them as well, and drew the golden velvet curtains across them. Outside, the last light of sunset threw golden glory across a a few clouds dotting the horizon, but she didn't care. The sun was down and her duties were done.

With her privacy assured, she went to her bed and sprawled out on her back, fanning her wings across the silken sheets. It had been a very long day. Most days were very long days, truth be told. So she had more than earned a little bit of relaxation.

Celestia tipped her head back with a sigh, her eyes closing, and slipped one hoof between her legs, starting to caress herself slowly.

Her mind wandered as her hoof began to work back and forth. For a moment the memory of today's council meeting passed through her mind, but she chased that thought off with a little mental huff. Boring politics would not help her get off! Though admittedly one of her secretaries was very cute...

She thought about him for a while, wondering what his rather reserved personality would be like in bed. Would he be shy between the sheets, or would he be one of those quiet ones that turned out to be wild, kinky animals in bed?

The thought of shy, repressed ponies made Twilight float through Celestia's mind. She felt herself blushing a little bit. She knew perfectly well that Twilight had a crush on her. She didn't think they would actually work out well as romantic partners; Twilight's sometimes neurotic hero worship towards her would make the playing field just a little bit too uneven, but it was nice to fantasize. Given how intelligent Twilight was, Celestia had no doubt that she had plenty of kinks hidden under her quiet, bookish exterior. What if Twilight were a domme? That was all too easy to picture. Twilight taking charge, turning the tables, making her former mentor her sexual slave...

Celestia's hoof moved a little bit faster and her eyes, half open now, grew unfocused as she pictured that. She would wear a bridle, and Twilight would hold the reins, jerking her head around, forcing Celestia to service her. That was a far too enticing thought. Celestia could almost taste Twilight's musky sweetness. "Please me, slave," Twilight would sneer, and Celestia would eagerly oblige.

Celestia's wings spread out a little wider, as did her legs. She made a soft sound of needy passion as her hoof stroked back and forth to the image of her student dominating her utterly. Picturing herself as a submissive felt so taboo, yet somehow so right.

Thinking of taboos made her mind suddenly present her with another image, which made Celestia blush brightly. Suddenly it was Luna who held her reins and directed Celestia to service her. She licked her lips, thinking she should probably try to banish the forbidden thought. Yet she was alone, and who would know about her terrible fantasy? Her hoof moved a little faster as she imagined being entwined in a passionate embrace, light fur against dark, with Luna grinding herself against Celestia's thigh, taking her pleasure of her sister.

"Oh, Luna," groaned Celestia. She pushed her hoof more firmly against her mound, her own juices slicking it as it rubbed back and forth. She could feel her pleasure starting to build, but slowly as yet. She wanted—needed—more. The image she held in her mind twisted, her imagination seeking the more taboo, more extreme, more intense thoughts that might drive her pleasure to new heights. Now it was Nightmare Moon rather than Luna who stood before her.

The imaginary villainess yanked Celestia's head down, forcing her to prostrate herself. The haughty voice that she had once heard promising her doom now demanded, "Worship me, slave. Please me, my slut and I shall give you pleasure in turn."

Celestia moaned as she imagined kissing the Nightmare's hooves, licking the dust from them, sucking on the tips of them. Her pleasure started to build, her hoof moving rapidly, and her fantasy spiraled out of coherence, into a wild series of kinky images. Her with her muzzle buried in Nightmare Moon's pussy, tasting her musk as she frantically sought to please her dark mistress. Nightmare's amorphous mane and tail wrapped around her, binding her tightly, tentacles of tingling power pushing into her every orifice. Nightmare Moon herself mounting her like a stallion, grinding against her rump, and suddenly equipped as a stallion; a hot, hard, magical cock pushing into Celestia's eager pussy, making her cry out.

"Oh please, Mistress!" she groaned, her voice soft but intense. One last twisted fantasy, her fantasy self wearing a bridle with an O-ring instead of a bit, Nightmare Moon still endowed like a stallion, thrusting into her mouth until Celestia choked and gagged, and then the fantasy alicorn came in her mouth even as the real Celestia threw her head back, her body tensed and shaking, her hoof moving almost frantically, pleasure shuddering through her intensely.

Slowly she relaxed, panting, the demented images fading from her mind. She was still flushed, partly from her exertions, partly from embarrassment at the direction her fantasies had taken. It was always just a bit uncomfortable to let loose the taboo things that lurked deep within her mind.

But it was all right. After all, there was no wrong way to fantasize.