Show Stopper

Chapters

1: In Which Twilight Sparkle Discovers a Useful Spell
2: In Which Twilight Sparkle's New Spell is Discovered

1: In Which Twilight Sparkle Discovers a Useful Spell

There are only a few precious times in a unicorn's life when she discovers a new spell so important that it helps shape the very definition of who she is. I'm very lucky to have experienced more of those moments than most unicorns will ever have. But it's not all fun – that shaping of identity comes with growing pains. As much as I try to restrain myself, I'm often too overwhelmed with the possibilities of what I can do, which means I don't think enough about what I should do.

The first such moment was probably when I discovered a talent for teleportation. I was just a little filly back then, socially reclusive and with a brand-new cutie mark I didn't yet understand. Even so, I should have known better than to use my new teleportation abilities to pilfer the royal kitchens' stock of dessert pastries.

Princess Celestia knew, of course. Whether it was because she sensed my use of magic, because she could always look into my eyes and somehow see just what I was thinking, or maybe just a stray bit of heavy whipping cream on my muzzle ... the moment she saw me, she seemed to know exactly what I'd done. Of course a long lecture on integrity, respect for others, and the responsibilities inherent with the use of power closely followed. Her punishment was difficult, but fair – I was sent off to apologize to the pastry chef and be his personal assistant for three full weeks. The chef's name was Donut Joe, and we became friends ... he ended up retiring from the royal service and setting up his own shop in Canterlot's Upper Square, but that's a story for another day.

Because, you see, I've discovered a new life-changing spell. I found it during a more thorough re-investigation of Starswirl the Bearded's time spells. This was just a footnote of that scroll, scrawled on as a hasty addition. The subject of that treatise was travel through time, so it spent very little ink on the trivial problem of not traveling through time.

The ponies around me cheer, and I look up. A sparkling burst of shimmering blue radiates out from where the Wonderbolts' flight path converged. Their cloud-trailed flight paths arc back up and shoot through the afterglow, sending a shockwave through it that makes it explode all over again. One by one, in perfect succession, the Wonderbolts slide to a halt in front of the stands, stopping in flawless formation each exactly the same rhythm behind the one before, Spitfire first, then Soarin, Fleetfoot, Lightning Streak, Sun Chaser, and finally Rainbow Dash.

Their finale was stunning, and I stand up on my hind legs to cheer for them just like everypony around me. Even though I know well enough from talking to Rainbow that the explosion of shimmering blue is just a mixture of cloud film and glitter dust carried in secret pockets of their uniforms, it was still amazing, and they deserve credit for that, each and every one of them. I know all their names now, thanks to Rainbow, but of course it's her that I cheer for the most. It's a shame that our other friends couldn't make it to this show ... but they have busy lives, and they can't be expected to go to every performance Rainbow does.

I'm actually glad that I came alone. That will make this next test of my new spell a little easier to get away with.

Starswirl's 'Show Stopper' spell was so inconspicuous on the scroll that I nearly missed it the first time through. Nearly – I am a meticulous mare, after all. And it wasn't until the third reading that I realized it was anything more than simply a way to cancel the other spells if they got out of control. The Show Stopper spell would simply stop one's motion through time.

When I first tested it, I thought it hadn't worked – nothing seemed to have changed. But that's the thing. When I use it, nothing changes. I realized that when I saw Spike, his mouth open wide and a small, blue gem hanging in the air just above him. He was frozen there, his eyes eagerly watching his glittering treat, but nothing changed. I walked over to him and examined more closely. When I nudged the gem to the side, I could move it easily, but as soon as I let go, it resumed floating motionlessly in midair. I tried moving Spike's claw, taking it from its post-gem-tossing position and moving it to his side. That was easy enough, and again, nothing moved once I stopped touching it. Returning back to where I had been standing over the scroll, I canceled the spell. The gem clattered to the floor next to Spike, and he looked down at it. He seemed upset with himself for having dropped it, and just a little bit confused, but he didn't even seem to notice that I'd moved his claw.

Since then, I've tried using the spell three more times, growing more accustomed to the way it works. If I move from one place to another while it's in effect, most ponies just assume that I teleported. If I move them while they're frozen, they may be confused for a moment afterward, but unless the movement is drastic, they tend to shrug it off and go back to what they were doing before. It seems to work on everypony equally; even Pinkie Pie held still and didn't react when under the spell's effect. It was strange, seeing Pinkie stand absolutely still. Even though I knew how the spell worked, for the longest time I half-expected to find out that she was only playing along and pretending to be frozen in time, that she would jump up and start laughing at any moment.

The Wonderbolts are taking their final bows, and the applause is beginning to simmer down. Once they head off toward their lockers, the crowd in the stands begins to disperse as well. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves, then I make my way against the flow of the crowd, down toward the airfield, toward the Wonderbolts' locker room.

It's time to test a practical use for this spell, and the idea of using it like this makes my chest flutter. After a good deal of bumping and grumbling from the ponies I'm trying to get past, as well as plenty of murmured apologies from me, I get to the bottom of the grandstands, where the crowd thins out.

I wait there, leaning against the railing at the very front row, as I wait for the crowd to disperse ... and as I wait for the Wonderbolts, Rainbow Dash in particular, to get their uniforms off. I don't fancy trying to peel off those clingy flight suits while they're immobilized, and getting the suit back on so that she doesn't notice anything strange would be even more of a hassle.

Why, you may ask, is it important for their uniforms to come off at all?

Well, I never was socially adept as a filly. And even though I've made good friends since moving to Ponyville, there's one social aspect that I'm still woefully inexperienced with. For whatever reason, I've never had a special somepony. I have the urges, of course – sometimes I think I have stronger desires than anypony around me ... but for the longest time, I kept putting off doing anything about it. Well, other than clopping myself silly every time I was in season. But it always seemed more important to focus on my new friendships, on my studies. I figured I could worry about explorations of a ... sexual nature later on.

But then I became an alicorn, and now I can't explore that side of myself even if I want to. My friends are too close to risk our friendships by trying to develop them into a different kind of relationship ... my studies have shown that such a shift between any two of us could entirely change the dynamic between all six of us, and it would be even worse if the romantic relationship ended up not working out. As for finding anypony else to experiment with... Well, I'm a princess now. Princesses do not have casual relationships – the fallout could be politically disastrous. And there's an invisible barrier between me and everypony else now. Once they realize who I am, they begin to see me as untouchable, as somehow better than them. I can't imagine developing a romance with somepony while a presumption like that hangs over our heads.

I'm not immune to the effects of this deprivation. There is precious little relief for me. I've found magazines with pictures of mares, magazines with pictures of stallions, even some magazines with pictures of both doing unspeakable things with each other. I can catch occasional glances of a mare's pert rump or a stallion's handsome, hanging balls, but that's a furtive and daring affair – I can't even imagine what would happen if I was caught staring.

So, for me, it's all 'look, but don't touch', except for touching myself ... which just isn't enough, after a while. All I want is the feeling of another pony's warm fur against my own. I want to know what their tantalizingly off-limits private parts feel like. It's maddening, and there was no cure for it.

Until now.

Now that I have my special time spell, I'll finally be able to touch what I've been longing for all this time. My earlier experiments with the spell were just that: experiments. I never did anything more daring than occasionally looking in inappropriate places. I didn't dare do anything too risqué. What if the spell suddenly wore out and they noticed me? What if I left some trace, and they found it? What if they somehow were aware of what happened while time was stopped, and they remembered it?

But over the course of my experiments with the spell, I confirmed that all these fears were either unfounded or, in the case of leaving traces, they could be mitigated by a clever mare like myself.

Now it's time to end the experimentation phase and move on to using the spell for the practical benefit of pony-kind. Which beneficiary, in this case, happens to be me in particular.

Now, given this spell, I can have my way with anypony. Literally anypony in the world. So why choose Rainbow Dash? It would be nice if I could say something high-minded about her flying prowess or her irascible attitude. But that's not it at all. She just has a really nice little flank, tight and toned, just a bit on the small side but with a beautiful muscular curve to it. And mmm, her pert little...

But that's just me getting ahead of myself. I could have anypony in the world, even the crush I've had since fillyhood: Princess Celestia herself.

In due time... But for now, I feel like even though Celestia will be totally unaware of what I do, I need to approach her with a little experience, not the fumbling touch of a complete neophyte. So, for now, I need someone else to practice with. And why not the mare who's been catching my eyes over and over again in the meantime?

And that's why I was the only one of Rainbow's friends who made it all the way out to her performance in Baltimare. It will be better this way – now I don't have to worry about disappearing and reappearing in front of my other friends. Getting back to exactly the same position as when I start the spell can be surprisingly tricky.

The stands are nearly empty now, and the Wonderbolts have been out of sight for several minutes ... perhaps even too long. If they're already showering, that will be problematic. I'd rather not get wet because my wet hoofprints might leave a trail even while time is stopped, so I want to catch Rainbow after she takes off the uniform, but before she hits the showers.

Everypony still on the grandstands is headed back toward the exits; they're all looking away from me. And even if any of them do see me cast the spell and vanish, they'll only think I teleported away to skip the crowded exit lines.

I run my magic through the elegantly simple lines of the compact spell.

The only immediately apparent difference when under the spell is the complete and utter silence. All sounds from around me cease. Nopony ever notices how much ambient sound is around them until it suddenly vanishes. I certainly never did before. Now the only sounds I hear are the ones I make myself.

A quick glance around confirms that the ponies headed for the exit are now frozen in mid-stride. One unfortunate filly not far from me is in the midst of spilling her cup of juice.

Aw, why not? I quite literally have all the time in the world. Contentedly humming to myself in a self-congratulatory way, I climb up the steps to where the filly is, take the cup out of her hooves, and scoop the floating splash of red juice out of midair with it. I then safely set the full cup on the ground in front of her. She'll know that she dropped it, but she'll only see that it miraculously landed without spilling a drop.

One good deed done ... perhaps that makes up for what I'm about to do. I like to think that it does. After all, I helped that filly, and what I'm going to do won't hurt anyone – nopony will even know I was there.

I jump up, open my wings, and glide down toward the airfield. The staircase drops out from beneath me.

The first experiment with it was a bit unnerving, but I've come to enjoy flying in frozen time more than flying normally. When time is frozen, there are still slight differences in air density, but there is no wind. There are no updrafts, no downdrafts, no turbulence. It's a buttery-smooth flying experience that can't be rivaled with even the very best flying weather in normal time.

I land perfectly on all four hooves, right in front of the airfield's staff entrance. There are two gruff security guards watching that entrance, and I walk past them with a spring in my step and a smile on my face. I flick my tail playfully under their noses, privately giddy about how easy this is.

I've never been inside this place. It's a tile-walled tunnel into the hillside, and it branches off in a few different directions to help facilitate the different shows and festivals hosted here. But, thankfully, it's designed with consideration for performers who have never been here before either. Directions to all the important facilities are painted with color-coded arrows on the walls: Administration, Prop Staging, Ground-Level Exit, Green Room, Lounge, Lighting & Sound, Storage, and of course – Locker Room.

So it's easy to follow the blue arrows and find the locker room's matching blue door.

I stop in front of that door for a while. My chest is tingling with the need to breathe in deep gasps, but I force myself to keep it steady. There's nothing to get worked up about, I remind myself. No risk whatsoever. I should be comfortable with this and take my time.

But I'm undeniably excited. My whole body feels jittery, and my fur is standing on end.

Forcing myself to calm down takes some time, but again, I have all the time I need. Only when I feel that I can fully control myself do I step forward and push that door open. It's unlocked and swings freely.

The air inside smells surprisingly clean. There's none of the musty old sweat smell I'd expect from a locker room. But there is the smell of water and soap – somepony is already in the showers. I'll have to hope it's not Rainbow. Maybe I could hide in an empty locker and restart time while I wait for Rainbow to finish her shower and dry off ... but that sounds pretty terrible, not to mention risky, and I really hope that it won't be necessary.

This is a very nice, high-end locker room. The benches are beautiful polished wood, and the metal lockers shine with not a single speck of grime. The rubberized tile floor is meticulously clean. But I don't see any Wonderbolts just yet. The lockers are arranged in a series of dead-end rows all leading toward the steamy showers, so there's a lot I can't see.

Even though I know nopony can possibly see me, I still use caution and sneak around the corners as I explore. There's Sun Chaser and Lightning Streak between the first two rows; they almost startle me when I first see them headed straight toward me ... but of course they don't react. They're frozen in mid-step, in mid-conversation, on their way to the showers, both of them with their uniforms off and towels draped over their shoulders.

The space between the next two rows is empty, and there's only one more aisle. I hurry over to that one, and my jaw drops when I see what's waiting for me there.

Rainbow Dash, Soarin, and Spitfire are all close together, hidden way in the back of the row. The two naked mares are huddled together in front of Soarin's crotch, where his flight suit is zipped open.

No ... it can't possibly be...

I come closer, and by the time I'm halfway there, I'm sure of it. I've caught the three of them quite in the middle of things. I would have seen Soarin's erect cock from the end of the hall if it hadn't been hidden inside Spitfire's mouth. As I come closer still, I see that Rainbow is devoting her attention to Soarin's smooth, round balls instead. Her tongue is frozen in mid-lick, pressed firmly against his scrotum. Spitfire's eyes are contentedly closed, but Rainbow is staring adoringly up at the stallion as she services his balls. Both mares have their tails flagged up high – there's a suspended drop of liquid arousal caught in the air between Rainbow's hind legs, and Spitfire's golden pussy has been caught in mid-wink. The blushing flesh inside glistens up at me welcomingly. Soarin's hoof is in the middle of brushing a stray yellow hair away from Spitfire's face.

I can't believe what I'm seeing. I know the Wonderbolts always have co-ed locker rooms, but I never in my wildest dreams expected to see this. My own tail slowly rises. Well, maybe not my wildest dreams, but one of those magazines did have a photo shoot with two hoofball stallions and a cheerleader doing something pretty similar in their locker room. But I knew that was just fantasy, a fiction invented by the magazine writers, those ponies probably weren't even into sports, just paid models wearing the costumes ... things like that don't happen in real life, right?

And yet, here it is. Irrefutable proof that these things do happen in real life.

Dazedly, I walk closer. The frozen scene mesmerizes me. They're almost like some kind of hyper-realistic and very perverted statue, a diorama of lust. Is this what Rainbow Dash gets up to? Do they do this after every show, or is this just a one-time thing? Maybe Spitfire and Soarin are a couple and invited Rainbow to share? Or it could be Rainbow and Soarin who invited Spitfire... Or Rainbow and Spitfire getting carried away with—

I shake my head. I'm the one getting carried away here. Maybe Rainbow will tell me about this someday. If it really is a one-time fling and not a long-running secret, I wouldn’t be surprised if she ends up bragging to me about it. I'll have to pretend I didn't already know.

Again, I'm getting carried away with speculation. Instead, I should focus on ... on the reason I'm here in the first place.

My tail twitches. I'm tingling underneath it. I only expected to sneak in and get a nice look and a quick grope. I never expected to find something this lewd. Or this arousing... Can I dare keep on with my original plan now that I've found this? Oh, I want to. I want it so badly! But it's just so much, all at once ... I was expecting to ease myself into this sort of thing. This is ... kind of intimidating, actually. I could never see myself taking part in a scene like that.

I can still ease into it, though, right? Why not just focus on Rainbow Dash for now? I can work my way up to ... up to the rest later, if I feel that I'm ready for it.

Nodding to myself, I smile. Like usual, I've come up with a perfect solution. All it takes is a plan. For that matter, I almost want a checklist to follow ... but I don't dare – the chance of anypony finding that checklist later is small, but it would be cataclysmic if they did.

Okay, this is it... Forcibly stopping myself from any further thinking, I instead act. I reach out with my hoof and touch the curve of Rainbow Dash's flank. Her fur is soft and velvety, but when I press a little more heavily I can feel the warm, firm curve of her taut muscles below. I stroke my hoof across her gorgeous flank, over the swell of her rump and around her cute backside. It leaves a trail of brushed-over hairs everywhere I touch, but that's nothing to worry about. I know from my previous experimentation that all of the disturbed hairs will spring back to where they were as soon as time starts moving again, and the affected pony will barely feel a thing.

Rainbow's ass is as perfect as ever, but now that I've gotten started – and begun feeling a little heated between my hind legs – I quickly move closer and take a good look at the real prize, something I could never think about touching without this marvelous spell, something I could barely dare to look at before.

But now I can look at it for as long as I want to. Rainbow Dash's little blue pussy is nestled adorably between her ass cheeks. The elongated teardrop of her vulva looks so comfortable in its little nook between the two strong muscles. Its smooth, rounded lips pout upward slightly, and her slit is shockingly small for something that's supposed to admit a stallion's entire shaft. Now that I have the time, I can see little details I never could have hoped to notice before: the plush-looking skin is flushed slightly pinker than the rest of her ... even as smooth as her pussy looks there are tiny wrinkles where the uppermost part of her slit pinches inward ... the lower part of her slit is ever so slightly open and it's showing a tiny sliver of wet pinkness between the gap.

Of course, there's only one thing I can do now. I reach out and ever so gingerly touch those beautiful lips with the soft fur just above my hoof. There's nothing like that texture anywhere else ... Rainbow's is a little firmer than my own, but her vulva still has that wonderful, springy softness. I'm fascinated with the way the lips move and part open a bit as I gently rub them. When it opens a little more, I can see that she's soaked on the inside, her pussy is flooded with slightly-milky clear juices. But the outer lips are still dry and clean, and oh Celestia do they feel good!

A little bit of Rainbow's moisture smears on my hoof. I pull back, almost licking it off thoughtlessly, but then I pause just long enough to think about what I'm doing. Am I really going to taste that?

Yes! I kiss the damp spot on my hoof, lick it off. Rainbow tastes tangy and sweet. I realize, suddenly, that I've never tasted my own emissions ... I have nothing to compare this flavor to.

That will have to wait, though. I have much better things to occupy myself with. Rainbow's pussy has remained exactly the way it was when I pulled my hoof away: with the lips pressed slightly inward and pulled open. Her glistening pink inner flesh is on full display for me.

Leaning in closer, brushing her tail out of the way, I come in for a slow lick. My tongue glides over the luscious swelling lobe where Rainbow's clit must be hiding and continues up to where the two delicate lips part. The heady taste of her hits me strongly as I slide my tongue through the hot, open valley of her slit. It's much stronger now, it would be unpleasant if it wasn't so unbelievably sexy.

I explore Rainbow with my sensitive tongue, becoming acquainted with the texture and feel of every inch of my friend's pussy. This is so incredible! So this is what it feels like? ... I want more! I want to try all my friends now. I want to try every mare I see! I want Rainbow to scream and wink for me. I want her to orgasm in my face!

I pull back, and a long strand of Rainbow's juices gets pulled along with me, stretching between her pussy and my upper lip. I lick it away from my lip, and the rest just hangs there in a midair arc.

No, Rainbow isn't going to be screaming my name or winking. That's a disappointment. It comes with the territory, though, I suppose.

If it's winking I want, though... My eyes dart over and catch sight of Spitfire's parted pussy lips and engorged clit. Oh yes. Yes, please.

I'm not quite done with Rainbow yet, though. Slurping up the suspended strand of juices as I go, I make my way back to Rainbow's pussy and plant a wet, slippery kiss right in the middle of her flower. A 'goodbye for now' kiss, perhaps. With my tongue, I press her pussy lips back together more or less like they were before, then I pull back to admire my work.

Her pussy is wet inside and out now, but other than that, she looks just like I found her. My eyes catch the suspended drop between her legs, still hanging there on its way from the tip of her vulva to the other little dribbles on the floor. Struck by a mischievous whim, I duck down and snatch it up with my mouth, letting its flavor soak onto my tongue.

Now for Spitfire...

I hadn't planned on doing anything with the Captain of the Wonderbolts when I came into the locker room, but at this point, how can I not?

Ducking around Rainbow's colorful tail, I scoot over in front of Spitfire's golden rump. It's like she's presenting herself to me, her ass up in the air and her pussy caught in mid-wink. Her ass is a little wider than Rainbow's, a little thicker, but still slim and athletic. When I touch it, I find that it has even less give than Rainbow's.

'Hard-ass' indeed, I muse, remembering some of Rainbow's comments about Spitfire. Wait... Had Rainbow also secretly meant that literally? It would be just like her to make an inappropriate inside joke solely for her own amusement. Has Rainbow been personally acquainted with Spitfire's ass before now? It could merely be a coincidentally accurate figure of speech...

No matter. Whether Rainbow has been here before is none of my concern. It's time for me to get acquainted with Spitfire's ass.

This time, I don't bother being subtle about it. I push Spitfire's tail up and over her back, grab her by both ass cheeks, and dive into her glorious pussy. Hers is firmer even than Rainbow's, though that might just be because she's in the middle of a powerful wink. Her pink lips taste muskier and less tart. I can easily explore her generous display of inner walls with my tongue, but the real prize is just a little way below. I begin by simply kissing Spitfire's bulging clit, then I let it slip into my mouth. I fondle its firmness with my tongue as my lips play with it and try to tug it out just a little more ... but no, this is as far as it can come.

My hooves stray, one of them finding Rainbow's tiny little teats even as I eat out her Captain, and the other straying down between my own legs to...

I stop myself, realizing I hadn't actually planned out what the conclusion of this will be. Will I simply masturbate next to these two ponies, and that's it? I don't know what else I can do... Next to these three ponies, I remind myself, looking up at Soarin.

I've never explored any stallions before, either. And I'm not likely to get many opportunities this good, am I? How often am I going to get lucky enough to catch a stallion in my spell while he has a fully-erect penis? When I pulled Spitfire toward me to revel in the hot mess under her tail, I inadvertently pulled her off of Soarin's cock a little. I can see some of it now, shiny with her spit, just outside her lips. One prominent vein snakes across the top surface of it.

That glance settles it. I'll have a stallion as well. Of course I will!

Carefully, I edge up and open Spitfire's mouth a little wider. Then I slowly pull her off of Soarin's cock. It just keeps coming! More and more of Soarin's dark-blue length slips out between Spitfire's lips. There's his medial ring, yes. Goddess, can that really be only half of him? How did Spitfire possibly take it all to the hilt?

His tip finally pops free from Spitfire's mouth, and I'm able to admire his entire length. And it is admirable indeed. His girth seems fairly average, but his length is well beyond what the anatomy textbooks usually grant their diagrams, and it even puts most of the studs in those dirty magazines to shame. I glance down at Spitfire, gaining a new level of appreciation for her. Clearly, she has more talents besides just flying and ordering cadets around. She may look a bit silly crouching there with her mouth open wide, but I can only look at her with awestruck respect.

And then there's Soarin himself, the graceful length of his shaft glistening with Spitfire's, well, spit. His two heavy balls spread side to side down below, Rainbow's tongue still on one of them.

Working up my nerve, I reach out and run a hoof along the seam of his silky uniform, down his belly, stopping at the point where it's unzipped. I've never touched a stallion like this before. Am I really ready for this?

My pussy winks all on its own accord, and I know that ready or not, I need to feel that cock. I need to touch it. Reaching out with both hooves, I grab hold of it.

It's warm, really warm. Seeing it out in the open all wet made me brace myself for something cold and slimy, but of course, time isn't moving. It had no time to cool off in the air. His shaft is still just as warm as it was inside Spitfire's throat ... though it is still pretty slimy.

That just makes it easier to stroke, though. My hooves glide up and down his firm length like it's the most natural thing in the world. It feels so buttery soft at the surface, but below that I can feel his undeniable strength and ardent hardness. My hooves slide easily over the smooth upper half of it, then bump over his medial ring and the branching veins below.

And I keep going, prodding at the still-soft wrinkles around his sheath, then below to touch the generous roundness of his balls as they rest against the smooth wooden bench ... or ball, rather. Rainbow's face still monopolizes one of them, so I satisfy myself with the gentle round swell of the other. They look and feel so virulent, so full...

Of course, to reach his balls, I have to lean down fairly low. His tip isn't far from my muzzle now... I don't even have to ask myself if I'm going to do it or not. I take hold of his shaft with both hooves and angle it up toward my face. When I look up at Soarin, he's still gazing lovingly down at where Spitfire used to be ... more or less where I am now. It's sweet. I wish I could see the reaction on his face when I stick out my tongue and lick the swollen tip of his cock, but of course his expression stays exactly the same. It tastes rather neutral, surprisingly ... and then I realize that most of what I'm tasting is Spitfire's spit.

It's worth it, though. With my tongue, I can feel the tiny bumps around the head of his cock. I can only imagine what he'll be like when he flares just before orgasm... Will I ever manage to freeze a stallion in that state? Maybe if I secretly watch a couple and wait for just the right moment...

But for now, I occupy myself with tonguing every bit of Soarin's majestic cock. I never imagined that getting to know a stallion's anatomy in such detail could be so pleasurable. He's perfect. I want more of him! I want to take him in my throat like Spitfire did, even though there's no way I actually can and it will mean nothing to him. I want to take him in my—!

I freeze, almost as motionless as the other three ponies. Only my breath stirs the air. I can feel my own heartbeat between my hind legs.

Do I really want ... that?

I look down at the cock in my hooves. It's so wonderful, so perfect ... and it's something that could actually give me real pleasure, something better than clopping myself off. It should be safe enough. There's no way Soarin can orgasm without the progression of time, though I suppose it might be possible that his penis could react to the stimulation I give it by orgasming the moment time starts again.

Silly Twilight, I remind myself, always over-thinking things instead of enjoying the moment. I'm terribly horny, and here's a perfect stallion cock to try out, safe and ready for me. Why not?

Carefully, I climb up on the bench in front of Soarin, sliding my belly over his. The zipper on his flight suit tickles my underbelly and my little teats. I reach back with a hoof and line the tip of his cock up with my eagerly winking pussy. Some nagging voice in the back of my head tells me I'm crossing yet another line here, but at this point there are other, more lustful, voices in my head that are much, much louder.

His tip is almost touching me even when I'm standing as tall as I can on top of the bench. He's so amazing! Slowly, I lower myself down, bit by bit, until I feel the warm touch against my pussy lips. They wink again, spreading my own moisture onto his tip. It feels like I'm claiming him, claiming him for my own, stealing him away from the two mares watching helplessly behind me.

I feel like such a pervert for enjoying that thought, but I can't deny it.

At first when I press downward, his cock slips to the side, prodding against my butt cheek. I wiggle back and forth a little, and I feel the head of his cock spread one pussy lip open. Oh goodness! And I haven't even truly gotten started yet! My next wink spreads my lips across his tip. I rock back and forth a little, working him in between, and then his cock finds its way to my entrance.

That spreading feeling ... that glorious feeling of a warm cock just beginning to fill you, just beginning to find its way inside! I've had dildos before, but this... It fills my head with fluffy clouds of hot pleasure. I can barely keep my balance and—

Slip! My hoof slides off the edge of the smooth wood.

I scream as I fall. The fluffy clouds of pleasure become a thunderstorm, a hurricane, an unbearable weight of black pleasure with lightning flashes of pain.

I can't breathe, I can't move! I must have nearly passed out ... I find myself hugging against Soarin's immobile chest, my hooves clenched around his middle. There's this huge, hot pressure inside of me. Did I...? Leaning back, I look down. Only the tiniest portion of his blue cock is visible before it disappears up inside of me. It's staggering. I've taken his entire length. Somehow, I've done it. I wiggle my rump microscopically back and forth, and I can feel his stiff rod deep, deep inside me.

Well that's it, I tell myself. Say goodbye to your virginity.

But how can I ever regret this? An emptiness I never knew I had inside me is filled to the brim. I'm overflowing with the incredible pleasure of it. Looking down again, I see that I'm literally overflowing with the pleasure. As my pussy winks around his modest girth, slow rivulets of my juices pour down over his sheath and his balls. Some of it is already on Rainbow's tongue.

That doesn’t matter now. I start gently – very gently – rocking myself back and forth on his marvelous cock. It feels incredible! Not quite the fireworks of his first entry ... but close. He feels so massive inside me. The way the pleasure radiates out, it's like he's touching every part of me from the inside out, and every part of me feels as good as when I play with my own clit.

My pace increases as my virgin body becomes accustomed to him. The faster I go, the better it feels. I moan into his mane, crying out without fear of being found. He doesn't respond. He doesn't need to. All I need is ... is... Augh! I'm so close, I'm so very close! But it's not enough. I need something on my clit to finish myself off, and there's nothing. I need my hooves just to stay in place and, and...

I glance over my shoulder and catch sight of Rainbow Dash. Her tongue. Yes!

Struggling up on my hind hooves again, I lift myself up off of Soarin. It feels wrong to slide his length out of myself. I want him in, in! A million leagues inside! But I know it's only for a moment. I shudder as his tip pops free. Juices dribble down from my slit onto him.

Moving quickly and carefully, I spin myself around to face Spitfire and Rainbow instead, and then I lower myself onto him again.

I moan louder than I ever have while clopping. Sliding him back in feels so right! This is perfect!

But now, I can make perfection even better. I can make it bliss. Oh Celestia, I've never needed a climax this badly before! Once I bottom out on Soarin again, I reach down and roughly grab Rainbow's forelock in my hoof. A measured tug later, and I've managed to slide Rainbow's tongue up and over Soarin's balls, over his sheath, across the tiny bit of his cock left exposed, and onto my own clit.

Oh yes! Oh fuck yes!

Now when I rock back and forth, I not only have the incredible feeling of Soarin's hot cock moving inside of me, I also have the pure ecstasy of Rainbow's delicate little tongue sliding across my clit every time it winks out toward her. I want it to go on forever. This is it – this is the meaning of my life, this is the ultimate vertex of pleasure! The pinnacle of existence!

It doesn’t last forever – it lasts mere moments before I can't move anymore. My body shudders and quakes around the stiff cock deep inside, and my swollen clit throbs against Rainbow's tongue. I cry out and grab Rainbow's mane, shoving her deeper between my legs. Her eyes are still looking up adoringly, and they happen to be looking right up into mine.

That's what sets off the real explosion. White-hot energy flares from around Soarin's cock inside me. The magical light of carnal bliss soaks through me like a waterfall, surging and swirling into every inch of me. I'm sure if I could keep my eyes open, I'd see the tips of my hairs glowing. Wave after wave of it crashes through me as I release a deluge down upon Rainbow's face and Soarin's crotch. I manage to look at her again. Those eyes! Rainbow's beautiful eyes as she looks up at me so worshipfully! It's as if the mare-cum streaming onto her tongue and smearing on her nose was the single best thing that ever happened to her.

Eventually, my orgasm does subside. Long moments pass before I can control myself properly, and my recovery back to sentience keeps getting interrupted by bouts of aftershocks from my orgasm. Every time anything moves, it makes my body twitch around his stiff cock. I don't know how long it is before I'm finally able to lift myself off of Soarin. Clocks obviously don't tick while time is suspended, and it's surprisingly hard to judge the passage of time without any external cues, without anything around you moving or changing.

But when I do get off of him, I stumble down to the floor. The tiles are cool and smooth ... that helps. Cooling off is good – I've worked up a bit of a sweat. And that's not the only wetness clinging to my fur.

Once I'm finally recovered enough to function properly, I get up and assess the situation. Spitfire's not where she used to be, that's the biggest thing. Soarin's cock will have to be put back where it was, the two mares' tails need to be rearranged... Time to get to work.

I move Soarin's cock first. It still feels nice, and it's still glistening with ... wait. It's glistening with my moisture now, not Spitfire's spit. That will have to be fixed, or Spitfire will taste the difference.

After searching around, I find a spare towel and give Soarin's cock a thorough rub-down. Just to be sure, I've got it all, I give it a lick. It's pretty dry now, but it still tastes like mare. Faint, but even tangier than Rainbow ... so that's what I taste like.

If toweling isn't enough to get it all, maybe I can lick it off.

Now that I'm sexually satisfied, licking his cock isn't quite as much fun. But it's still pretty nice. I give him a very thorough cleaning – probably a bit more thorough than necessary – before moving on to his balls and the rest of his crotch. I have to move Rainbow away in order to give the same treatment to everywhere else my juices leaked. For the bench itself, I decide that a towel alone is enough. If a little of my flavor lingers there, that's okay. Nopony is likely to lick that.

Oh, and while on the subject of licking... I turn to Rainbow Dash. Her nose is still wet and her tongue is still out. It's a strange sort of kiss that I give her, but it's still very interesting, licking my own juices off of my friend's tongue, off of her nose. Does this count as my first kiss with a mare?

That takes care of the moisture issues. Next, I place Rainbow back where I found her, touching her tongue to Soarin's left testicle. I then angle his cock back toward Spitfire.

His length is wet with my spit now, not hers, but I doubt she'll notice the difference. It's a bit tricky to get her lined up properly again, but at least her mouth is still wide open. Since her throat is still gaping, it's actually surprisingly easy to slide her back over Soarin's shaft. It's fascinating, watching it slide back in. Somehow it's erotically charged to know that my spit is now sliding deep into her throat without her ever knowing. Not to mention the naughty idea of manipulating them into unwittingly doing sexual things with each other as I move them around like puppets...

How does Spitfire take so much cock into her throat? I have a sudden urge to ask her for lessons ... but how can I possibly broach a subject like that without revealing what I've just witnessed? Even if I can think of a way to bring it up gracefully, it's not as if Spitfire is the most approachable sort of pony to begin with. And how would she react to a princess saying such things?

But enough of that. On with setting things back the way I found them! It doesn't have to be perfect, but it needs to be close enough for all three ponies to shrug it off as nothing. I move Soarin's hoof back to Spitfire's mane, then head back to the mares' tail ends.

Unfortunately, I can't remember exactly how they looked when I first came in, but after a little artistic arranging, I manage to get both of their tails into a position that looks right. It's probably off by a little, but they'll hopefully just assume it's the normal twitching of an aroused mare's tail.

Okay, is that it? I pace back and forth around the trio, looking for anything out of place. Parts of their fur are still mussed, but that will spring back as soon as the spell is broken. Their faces look just like they were before, and their manes are close enough ... except for Rainbow's. I try to brush it back into place after my rough grabbing, and it's partially successful, but hooves can only do so much. I can't find a comb anywhere, and I can't use my magic until I'm done – that would break the time spell. My best clumsy hairstyling effort will have to do. The three of them look too busy to notice a bit of messy mane, after all.

Anything else, anything else? Oh! Of course! Both Spitfire and Rainbow have a telltale shimmer of their juices and my saliva on their vulvae. I carefully pat them both dry with that spare towel, then toss it in the dirty laundry bin at the other side of the locker room. Done!

Well, done with the first draft... I check the scene from top to bottom three more times, and then from bottom to top once, just to be sure. Yes, perfect.

Only then do I allow myself a sigh of contentment. Yes, this was perfect. I couldn't possibly have asked for better, this flew so far beyond my wildest expectations.

My eyes stray toward the showers, and I keenly feel my damp, sticky fur ... but the shower won't really rinse me well if the water doesn't move. The only water I would have to work with is what was already hanging in the air. I'll have to wait until I get to a hotel room.

I stand for a long while in front of the locker room door before I leave. This is going to take a lot of emotional processing. I wish I could see the three Wonderbolts when they snap out of the spell, just to check and see if they notice anything strange. And, well, maybe to watch them afterward. How far will they take this?

I could stay behind and hide in a locker, peeking out at them ... but no. I've taken enough risks already, and I've gotten my reward, more than I ever hoped before. And I'm no longer a virgin. Wow. I hadn't planned on that! But it was wonderful. Maybe it could have been better with a stallion who was aware and could love me back, but that will have to wait for another day, if it ever happens at all.

And this little test of my spell has worked wonderfully. Now I know I'm ready for the big leagues. I'm ready to do what I've wanted to do ever since I began to know what my filly parts were and what they were for – I'm ready for Princess Celestia's sweet, pure-white pussy.

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2: In Which Twilight Sparkle's New Spell is Discovered

The train ride to Canterlot has never affected me like this before. Every clack-clack of the wheels below feels like it's ratcheting up the tension in my chest. Even the deep breathing exercises Princess Cadance taught me aren't doing anything to help. I'm just so nervous, and I know I shouldn't be nervous, but I still am, and I hate myself for it, but I can't stop, and...

Deep breath...

I have to pull myself together. I've done this before, I've tested the spell half a dozen times now, and it has worked perfectly every time. I should have nothing to worry about.

But I can't stop worrying. This is Princess Celestia I'm headed toward. If anything goes wrong now, it's going to be...

Deep breath...

I should relax. I want this, I want this more than anything. So why am I so terrified of it? Princess Celestia has been the shining center of my life for almost as long as I can remember. Everything I've done, everything I've become, it all revolves around her. She's the source of everything that's important in my life. She's perfection embodied in pony form, the unattainable role model I'll forever be struggling and failing to become.

For all that we're both princesses now, for all the veneer of equality, both of us know that I am nothing compared to her, I can never measure up to her godlike success and immaculate perfection. She's all I ever needed, and for the most part, all I've ever had.

So, of course, when I first began to feel certain urges as an adolescent filly, the object of my carnal obsessions had been tall, white, and shapely. No, not my brother! Well, only a little. It was Celestia who formed the template in my impressionable teenage mind of just what beauty is. It was only her and always her. She encouraged me to seek out others, but none of them were her.

My invitation to Canterlot, even as it sits back at my correspondence desk in the Friendship Castle in Ponyville, burns a hole in the back of my head. An invitation to private tea with Princess Celestia at six thirty, Wednesday July twenty-sixth. Please R.S.V.P. at your earliest convenience. I still have no idea what prompted such an invitation out of the blue, or what the Princess intends to discuss during our tea. But the invitation to come visit her alone is too perfect an opportunity to miss. Now, I know this is surely something strictly platonic, and probably something mundane ... but there was a time when I would have thought much more of it.

Tone-deaf bookworm that I was back when I was young, I'd been foolish enough to ask her out on a date once. The fact that I actually managed to go through with it – on the fourth attempt – shows just how desperately infatuated I was with her. I wanted it so badly that I forced myself to ask, even though I knew it was a bad idea. The answering laughter from her had sliced me from the inside out, it feels like half of me is still missing, hollow in the middle. When she saw my pain, she nuzzled me tenderly. I enjoyed that, I pretended as ardently as I could that she had said yes, that the touch of her nose to my cheek was the precursor to a kiss ... even though my cheek was already damp with tears. She was not cruel – she did her very best to assuage my broken heart. She explained very carefully how inappropriate it would be for a five-thousand-year-old princess to be in a relationship with her malleable young student.

In the end, I pretended to understand and move on. She was right, even if I didn't want her to be. But I still carry that wound inside me, and I still carry that secret desire.

For years afterward, I would sneak lustful looks at her, easily facilitated by how much taller she was. My image of her body – cobbled together from countless hasty glances – is burned into my mind. If I close my eyes even now, I can see it. I can see her pale pink teats stretching along the bottom of her long, lean belly. I can see the shapely rounded curves of her ass. I can see the pert perfection of her pearly pink pony pussy pouting up at me between her sunny-white cheeks.

I open my eyes. I'm breathing heavily, and not for the sake of stress reduction exercises. I can feel the dampness of the plush seat beneath me.

Thankfully, I'm alone in my private rail car. Rank does have its privileges, even if I haven't yet been able to justify an entire private train like the other princesses. Glancing out the window, I can tell that we're still at least ten minutes away from Canterlot. We're only in the foothills so far. If I rush it a little, that will be more than enough time for me to have a much more effective stress reduction exercise.

I use my magic to lock the doors of the train car, and I pull the shades down over all of the windows.

Then I slip my hoof down between my legs. I revel in the feeling of it sliding between the plush, lightly-furred skin of my thighs. The soft bottom of it brushes over my teats, tickling them on its way to its true prize. I have to lean forward and lift my butt off the seat a little in order to fit my hoof down there ... and when I do, I feel just how sopping wet I am.

My goodness, I'm soaked down there. If I'm not careful, I'm going to stain the cushions.

But my hoof feels so good. I quiver, and my fur stands on end. Oh yes, oh yes. I need this. I begin rubbing it in the quick, efficient circles that always get me off the fastest. My nether lips are pulled slightly apart and they slide on the soft inner surface of my hoof. My winking clit kisses me back as I increase my pace.

I close my eyes again, and Celestia's body is there. I've never seen the deeper pink that must be inside her glorious pussy, but as I open myself, I can imagine what it must be like. What if she was as wet as I am now? What if she wanted me? What if she wanted me as much as I want her? Would she call out my name as I slid my tongue between those perfect white lips? I can almost taste her clit as it bulges out into my mouth I want to kiss it, I want to kiss her, I want to rub myself against her pussy and let our juices mingle, let us become one. I want her to call my name in her passion! I shudder and my legs clench around my pulsating hoof. “Oh! Oh Celestia!” I'm close now. I can almost—

The door of the train car clicks open, and I hear my stewardess's voice: “Princess, did you call for—”

All sound ceases as I hurriedly cast the show stopper spell. I open my eyes and look at the door. Good, she hasn't come all the way in yet. She isn't looking at me.

Putting her out of my mind, I return to stroking my needy pussy. In a matter of moments, I'm close again. In the silence, in the stillness, I can hear the faint, wet sounds coming from underneath me. That's what it could sound like when I touch Princess Celestia's forbidden treasure. I can almost hear her deep, smooth voice moaning for me. It mixes with my own moans, unrestrained now that I'm safe in my spell.

With a jolt, I reach my climax. My pussy pulsates madly against my hoof, which I mash up against my bulged clit, heightening and lengthening my much-needed release. “Oh Celestia!” I scream. “Oh yes! Take me! Claim me, I'm yours! ... Aaah!”

After a few moments, I stop shuddering in place, with only a few more twitches as I pull my damp hoof out from between my legs. Clouds of heady pleasure are circling in my brain, they make me a little dizzy, so I lean against the backrest as I catch my breath.

Whew, I really needed that. Now I can look at what's to come with a clear head. Or at least not quite so muddled by doubt, anticipation, and anxiety.

What a mess. And how had the stewardess interrupted me? I thought the doors were locked!

But a quick examination of them showed that I had not locked the doors. I merely turned on the magical noise dampeners installed in each door ... a luxury feature I haven't yet familiarized myself with, and which would explain why the stewardess couldn’t address me from outside the door. Yet, she could still hear me... There are so many unexpected things about being a princess that I'm still only beginning to get up to speed on.

I glance back at the seat I've been masturbating in. A damp splotch covers a dinner-plate sized patch in the middle, and it's still spreading, not to mention the wetness on my own hoof and rump.

Thankfully, my rail car has a fully functional wet bar. With a generous application of towelettes soaked in the sink, and an even greater application of dry ones, I'm able to more-or-less cover up any evidence of what I was doing, save for the lingering smell. Even that, I do my best to cover up, taking a lemon from the bar and spritzing it strategically around.

Only when I've completely finished cleaning up – by hoof and mouth alone, like an earth pony, since I can't use magic while the spell is in effect – do I return to the seat next to the one I was in before. Then I can finally restart time. The only evidence of my stress reduction will be a few soiled towelettes in the bar's wastebasket and a bit of lemon-tinged mare scent lingering in the air. I've probably added half an hour to my subjective travel time ... but it was worth it.

“—any assistance?” The stewardess enters my rail car and looks up at me as if I'm some sort of goddess to her.

There is, of course, a small black flash of resentment, but I quash it. She's a lovely young mare on her first official assignment, and she's dreadfully eager to please. She's just trying to do her best and impress her new princess. I can't stay mad at her – it's not her fault. Since there's nopony else in the car, it's perfectly reasonable to assume that if I called out, it would be for her.

“Do you know how much farther it is until we arrive?” I ask, if only to justify the pretense of calling her in. “Are we going to get to Canterlot station on time?”

She hesitates slightly, but she has good instincts. “I'm not familiar with this route yet, Your Highness, but I can go verify that with the conductor in just a matter of moments.”

“Thank you,” I say with a nod.

Sensing the dismissal, she hurries forward on the train. I know that unless some sort of miracle happens, we'll arrive at the station long before she manages to get that information and return, but bless her for trying. I really should put a good word in for her with the royal head of staff while I'm in Canterlot.

She still hasn't come back yet when the train stops at Canterlot station, two minutes early. The poor mare must be worrying her head off about it. But I'll make it up to her on the way back... Maybe I'll even stop time with her; she is awfully cute, especially when she blushes after getting a compliment.

The important thing for now, though, is that Princess Celestia herself is waiting for me on the platform, surrounded by a small circle of grim-faced guards and a large circle of curious onlookers. It's interesting that she saw fit to come meet me here, and it's a wonderful way to show her true commitment to treating me fully as an equal. Everypony watching will know – whether they consciously realize it or not – that Princess Celestia and Princess Twilight are on equal terms. Even if it is all for show, even if we never can truly be equal, it's heartwarming to see this kind of consideration from her.

When I open the door of my rail car, the crowd spontaneously parts, allowing me access. She watches me and smiles her gentle, glowing smile as I approach through the wonder-struck ponies around me.

Once again, the anticipation is building inside me. But I have to hold it in now. Everypony is watching.

“Welcome, Twilight,” Celestia says as I pass through her circle of guards. “I trust you enjoyed your trip?”

She was the one responsible for the private rail car, of course. She called it a birthday present, and that's no doubt what she's referring to. But I can only think back to how truly enjoyable the ride was, given my little interlude. I bow very slightly, as befitting equals. “It was magnificent, thank you.” She can never know how true that is... Oh, the sight of her! I want her, I want her now! Could I? Do I dare use my spell, right here in front of everypony?

Giving only a slight nod of her head in return, Celestia takes a step toward me. “I'm glad to hear that. Hopefully the unusual invitation hasn't caused you any undue stress?”

Oh, she knows me too well! “No, not at all,” I lie. She can never know the feelings burning through me right now, from the tip of my nose straight through to the heat between my legs. I can't freeze time just yet ... the ponies around us may not notice much, but Celestia is immensely smart and observant. I can't afford to take any risks with her ... it has to be while she's not looking at me, and I have to be extremely careful to remember the position of everything.

“Excellent.” She probably knows I'm lying, but she also knows that publicly calling me out on it, even in the subtlest ways, would devastate me. “Shall we return to the castle? I'm afraid there is a great deal to discuss.”

The train whistle blows, and for one moment, Celestia's gaze leaves me and darts toward the source of the noise. It's my moment! Impulsively, I fire off the time spell.

Everything stops, the train silences in mid-whistle. Princess Celestia is frozen in place right in front of me! I almost faint from the giddy weight of it. I've done it! She's mine, she's finally mine to do with whatever I please!

I have to sit down for a moment and just breathe. Oh my goodness, I really did it!

Something flickers in the corner of my eye. Did Celestia just glance at me?

I shoot up to my feet and stare at her. She doesn't seem to be moving, and she's still looking toward the train's engine. Even her perpetually-waving hair is frozen perfectly in place. She doesn't seem to be breathing.

Still... I've never tested this spell on a fellow alicorn before. What if she's too powerful to be affected by it – could she just be pretending to be frozen? But why would she?

I come up close to her, examining her like a jeweler inspecting a suspect gemstone, searching for even the tiniest flaw in her facade. There's nothing. She seems perfectly frozen, not a single breath or twitch. Her eyes are locked exactly where they should be. I was probably just imagining it – I am very nervous about this, after all. It's not unusual for me to be a bit paranoid. I whip my head back toward her, ready to catch her in the act of moving, but she's still frozen perfectly in place.

Okay, stop worrying. The spell worked, and now you have her.

I have her. I have Princess Celestia in my grasp! It hits me again, and I almost fall down in the dizzy sense of triumph. Now I'll finally be able to touch the sun in all her glory, and I won't get burned.

My eyes stray to Celestia's flank, to the huge sunburst emblazoned on her fur. Now I can touch the sun, literally, if I dare. I lick my lips, unable to look away. She's so beautiful! I can't breathe, but I don't need to. I need to walk toward her, step by shuddering step, and I need to reach my hoof up toward that yellow and gold circle of fire, toward the curvaceous skin underneath it.

I pause, just a hair's breadth away from touching her, from touching my mentor and the secret apex of all my hidden desires. I've never touched her like this before. Can I? Can this really happen?

My heart thunders in my chest a million times a second, and it feels like hours pass between each beat. That tiny space between my hoof and her flawlessly groomed fur stretches into a vast gulf.

And then I touch her.

It's anticlimactic. It's just velvety fur and soft, giving firmness of muscle underneath. It's just another pony, like any other... And it's exploding electric fireworks inside my head. This is Princess Celestia's flank. I'm touching Celestia! I'm touching her! I'm—

I yank my hoof away as if burned by that fiery sunburst. My chest heaves with my panting breaths as I come to terms with it.

I've done it, I've finally done it! I touched her. And nothing bad happened. I could touch her more, I could touch her anywhere I want!

A chill shudder passes through me, and I shoot back to her like I've been pulled in by a super-magnet. I wrap myself around her tall hind leg and rub my face into her glorious flank as my hooves wander over the inside of her thigh. She's so warm! How have I survived so long without feeling this? I can feel the soft veins through the fur on the inside of her thigh, and I kiss her cutie mark as my hooves explore her. Higher and higher, she's so gloriously sexy! Her beautiful muscles are so thick and perfectly curved and... My hoof reaches high enough to brush her little teats. I feel her naked, furless skin, and it's so, so soft! I whimper into her cutie mark and nearly fall off of her.

This is... this is incredible. This is beyond anything I've ever imagined, and yet it's exactly as wonderful as I imagined she would be!

I rub my cheek across the generous curve of her ass, and then I see the base of her tail just above me.

I lick my lips. “Oh, Celestia. I love you. I want you...” I move a little closer. It's impossible for this to be happening. This must be a perverted wet dream. My tail is already flipped over my back, my pussy flowing and winking freely. “Oh Celestia, I'm really going to do it. I'm going to...”

As I round the curve of her ass, my voice catches in my throat. I've begun to see a little sliver of her vulva. As I move, I can see more and more. And then, there it is.

Never in my life have I seen anything more beautiful. Celestia's pussy is immaculate. Perfectly proportioned, perfectly smooth as it bulges out between her well-toned ass cheeks. Her flawless skin is just barely on the pink side of white. She looks like a marble statue made of the perfect mare, a standard of beauty impossible to match in real life ... and yet, there she is.

I realize I'm drooling when I feel a drop trickle down from the corner of my mouth. Blushing furiously, I slurp it back up. It's a good thing that Celestia is frozen, that she can't see me like this. Oh, I'm such a lost cause with her!

And I still can't take my eyes off of the impeccable bulge of her royal vulva.

It's inevitable and impossible that I will touch her. Impossible and inevitable. My hoof is already reaching, already sliding up through the fur of her ass cheek. This time, there's no hesitation. I touch her, and I bask in her glory.

Her plush, warm flesh spreads against the soft inner surface of my hoof, and I shudder. Honeyed pleasure seems to flow down through my hoof and through my whole body. Did I almost orgasm on the spot? Oh, how I want her! I rub her beautiful mound underneath my hoof, taking in every little detail of the sensation. The fur of her ass cheeks on either side, the soft heat of her body from within, I can even feel the way her lips open slightly when I move them.

I need to see it! I need to see her inner passage, her deepest secret. Pushing her tail up and out of the way, I get entirely behind her. I hold her pussy with both hooves, and I spread her open. It's the gates of heaven, shining pink heaven. So pink she's almost red inside. It contrasts so sharply with her pale skin. And she's even ... is she a little bit wet?

What secrets indeed! What was she doing before I came, why would she be wet just from meeting me at the train station?

Surely it's just a seasonal cycle, or a whiff of the burly guards surrounding her, or maybe a hidden thought about a secret lover back in the castle. Surely that can't be for me.

But I want it to be for me. It would be the culmination of every wet dream I've ever had if Princess Celestia herself was hot and bothered for little old me.

Even if it's not for me, I'm going to take it. I'm going to taste it. I lean in, I breathe the enticing perfume of her entrance. My hooves are spreading her open in a diamond-shaped vision of pink bliss. I can see the way her smooth inner walls dive inward as they close back in toward each other, I can see the tiny dark slit between them ... into the depths of the mare who is the utmost center of my life.

My muzzle is almost there. I can almost taste her. My tongue is stretching as far as it can toward her ... and then I taste it. The sweetest candy has nothing on this taste! Her pussy is warm and firm and delicious. I want to touch every inch of her, and I'm rapidly working toward that goal as my tongue explores her hot depths, her springy-soft lips, the generous firm bulge at the bottom that hides her royal clit. I press inward with my tongue, sliding in between that slit in her lips. I'm going to touch that glorious clit!

And then I feel it, the little nub buried safely between her plush lips. It's, it's—

It winks outward, into my mouth.

WHAT? I jump back, falling over myself. I bowl over one of the guards, knocking him down where he lies motionless on the platform. I scream, but I don't hear myself. I'm sure I'm dying. I'm having a heart attack, or maybe a stroke. My heart's not beating. I can't breathe. I'm being crushed under a million tons of shock.

Princess Celestia, her cheeks flushed red, turns around. “I'm sorry, Twilight. I couldn't help myself.”

My mouth is moving on its own, maybe trying to gasp in air, maybe trying to form words. It doesn’t succeed in doing either. The rest of me can't move. It's as if I've been struck by my own immobilizing spell.

“First, allow me to apologize for my little charade. I developed an immunity defense spell against Starswirl's 'show stopper' nearly eight hundred years ago, and it's been in effect ever since. Of course I noticed the periods of frozen time, and as they began to occur more frequently and for longer durations, I had my suspicions about who might be behind it.” With that, she gives me a pointed look. “That is, in fact, exactly what I invited you here to discuss.”

I'm fairly sure that my heart is beating again, that I'm breathing again, if shallowly. I can't feel it, but I think I am. But it doesn't matter. I'm still dead. Princess Celestia is going to kill me now, I'm sure of it.

“I never expected you to use the spell in my presence ... but once you did, I wanted to know why. What would you do with it?” She looks back toward her own flank. “Honestly, I had nearly forgotten your old erotic obsession with me. You've hidden it so well that I thought you'd grown out of it. But after all this time, I'm still the pony you want, aren't I? It's somewhat flattering, actually, even to a pony as accustomed to flattery as I am.”

“Buh ... buh ... buh...” The gears in my head clunk against each other, straining to regain some kind of function.

“Of course, you must know that this is extremely inappropriate. It's immoral. It's illegal – this is sexual assault, not to mention high-degree magical assault. Twilight, what do you have to say for yourself?”

I can only manage a strained squeak, the sound of raw fear leaking out of my head.

“I cannot allow you to continue this. Have you done this to anypony else?”

I don't answer. I can't answer her. But the slight glance to the side, the way my eyes refuse to look at her ... that tells her everything she needs to know.

She shakes her head slowly. “This is very disappointing, Twilight. For some reason, this always happens. Every time I take on an apprentice, they end up abusing the power I've given them. When you ascended and became an alicorn princess yourself, I thought that perhaps I had finally succeeded, finally found a pupil whose heart was pure enough to pass through the temptation of power and come out unscathed. But now, this...” She sighs. “At some point, I have to wonder if I am the one to blame, if it's some flaw within myself that infects every student I teach. In light of that possibility, I am going to be merciful in your punishment.”

Punishment? My heart stops again. She's going to take my wings away! She's going to banish me from Equestria! She's going to lock me into this frozen timeframe and never let me interact with a living pony again!

“Your punishment will consist of two parts. First, you must admit to what you've done and tell each pony you've behaved inappropriately with exactly what you did to them while they were frozen in place. You must tell them this in person, face to face.”

Oh. Oh shit. Though most of my mind is still a train wreck, a small part of me is already dreading what that conversation with Rainbow Dash is going to be like, not to mention Soarin and Spitfire.

“Secondly, you must beg each pony for forgiveness and offer to do absolutely anything to make it up to them. Whatever they decide, you must do it to the absolute best of your efforts. Do you understand?”

That's... That was two parts, wasn't it? Is that really it? Where is the part where she tears off my wings? Where is the part where she has me dragged off to some unexplored wilderness to live among the vicious beasts? Where's the part where she uses my own time magic against me? Can that really be it?

“Twilight, do you understand the terms of your punishment?”

I stare at her blankly, my eyelids quivering. I'm not sure, but I might be drooling again.

“Twilight?”

I nod hastily, then add, “Yes, yes... I understand.”

“Very well. Then why don't you begin with me?”

First, explain and apologize. Second, do anything necessary to make it right. I struggle to regain my breathing. Yes, I can do that. I have to do that. It's so much more merciful than anything I could have hoped for. She doesn't hate me! She just wants me to learn my lesson... I can do this. It's going to be hard, but I can do this.

“Twilight... Stay with me, please.”

Right. First, explain and apologize. “I'm so sorry Princess! I ... I froze time, and while I thought you were frozen, I... I touched you inappropriately! It was wrong and I'm sorry!”

“Be more specific. What exactly did you do?”

I gulp. “I used Starswirl's show stopper spell to stop time around me, and I thought I froze you in place. Then I...”

She looks at me sternly. “Continue.”

“I...” Taking a deep breath, I force myself to say it. “I touched your flank, your cutie mark. And then I came closer and I hugged your thigh. I kissed and nuzzled your cutie mark, and I touched you with my hooves, on the inside of your thigh, and up until I touched...”

“What did you touch?” She takes a step closer to me.

“I touched your mammaries,” I blurt out in a rush. This is making me sick. I want to throw up, but I know I have to continue. “And then I... I...”

“Yes?”

“I went under your tail, and I touched your buttocks, and then I touched...” I choke on the words for a moment, but force myself not to stop. If I stop, I'll never be able to say it. “I touched your ... vulva. And then I spread it open. And then I licked your vaginal opening.”

There! I've said it. I collapse on the ground, a quivering mess. I can feel the dampness of tears on my cheeks, just like when she first rejected me. “Oh, please, Princess! I'm so sorry! It was wrong, and I was stupid. Please, please forgive me!”

When I look up at her with tear-blurred eyes, she's smiling, and she's even closer to me now. Strangely, her cheeks are even more flushed than before.

“Good, good.” Her acknowledgment helps calm me a little. “Now, what are you willing to do to earn my forgiveness? How are you going to make up for this transgression?”

Step two, do anything necessary to make it right. “I'll do anything, Princess. Anything you want. Please, just say it. Anything.”

Her smile grows lopsided, morphing into a sly grin like I've never seen on her face before. “Are you truly prepared to do anything, Twilight?”

I kneel before her and look up pleadingly. “Anything! I just want to make up for what I've done. I'm so sorry!”

Celestia nods approvingly. “Very well. Since you've made me an unwilling subject in your magical experiments, I want you to in turn assist me in testing out a spell of my own, one I've never felt comfortable using with any other pony, but which I have been eager to test for hundreds of years.”

“Of course!” Can it really be so simple? Over the course of my studies, I must have assisted Princess Celestia in thousands of magical experiments. Doing one more should be a breeze. She really is letting me off easy!

“This test may be more strenuous than you're accustomed to. Are you certain you are ready for it?”

“I'll do anything for you, Princess!”

Celestia smiles, takes one last step forward, and kisses me. My eyes pop open wide, and I'm frozen in shock once more as I feel her delicate lips against my own. It's a fairly chaste kiss, but by the time we separate, I'm panting again. What's going on?

Golden light emanates from Celestia's horn. She's using magic of her own! Fascinating ... she's not the one who triggered the time-stopping spell, so she's still able to use magic! But this can't possibly be the extent of the test she mentioned – what else is there?

The light coalesces beneath Celestia's belly. What's going on down there? I can't see very well with her front legs in the way.

Tilting my head to the side, I catch sight of it just as the glow fades. No ... that's impossible! There are two heavy-looking balls dangling between Celestia's hind legs, in the same pale pink as her skin. Just in front of them, I can make out a matching sheath ... the hole in the front of it is immense.

“Do you like it?” Celestia asks.

“You're ... you're...”

“I've given myself a little extra equipment in addition to my lady parts.” Celestia chuckles lightly. Her sheath obscenely bulges, and the pink-white head of her soft cock begins to emerge. “I think you can see now why I've never been able to fully test this spell before. The extent of the scandal would be unthinkable if word of it were to get out.”

“Do you want me to... Are we going to...?”

“Yes, Twilight. To make up for what you've done to me, I want you to help me test the full capacity of this new addition.”

I nod, subconsciously licking my lips. I can't take my eyes off of it. I can't look away from the ponderous balls lurking behind it. They're enormous.

Celestia sees that lick, of course. It shows in the way her cock bulges out just a little more. “Why don't you begin by engaging in some oral intercourse? That should get things started nicely.”

I'm too dazed to reply, and yet I'm stepping forward, my mouth open wide and my tongue sticking out dumbly. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I notice that my tail is flagged up and to the side, and there's a veritable river of juices trickling down my inner thighs. Celestia must be able to smell me already.

It only takes a few long strides to step under her belly, and her cock meets me halfway. It slides out from its sheath, drooping down in front of me as more and more of Celestia's impressive length is revealed. I catch the massive, flat head of it in my mouth. It's so heavy! It's so hot against my tongue! I can taste her musk, and it's nothing like the flavor of her pussy. This is what Celestia would be like as a stallion, and it's what I've always wanted without ever knowing it.

Celestia's cock bends as it grows, pressing hard against my tongue until it pops free. It swings back and forth, and it bumps into my muzzle. The weighty length of it pushes my face aside. But I'm back instantly, licking up her smooth shaft, over her bulky medial ring, across the thick veins at the base. I hold it in my hooves, hugging it against my chest as it begins to swell and stiffen. She's already as long as Soarin was, and much thicker ... and she isn't even fully hard yet!

Swallowing my trepidation along with the taste of her sheath, I nuzzle into her underbelly and become acquainted with her gravid, hanging balls. The twin orbs are firm and tight, with no give as I probe them with my lips and tongue. They're so smooth, so perfect. It reminds me of her vulva, but without the soft acceptance of my touch. Here, there's fullness – a readiness and vitality waiting to emerge. They're heavy with all the energy of an alicorn, with Princess Celestia's new-found lust for me. I plant a sloppy kiss on each one and slowly lick the valley between them. They're swelling, overflowing with a wet gift just for me. I would take one into my mouth, but I can barely stretch my lips around half of one ... and the attention I'm giving her is having effects on the cock I'm holding against my chest.

Her shaft pulses again and again, swelling and hardening each time. It's beginning to nearly lift me up. It's demanding my attention.

So, of course, I comply. I agreed to do anything. I have to take three steps backward before I can see her tip again; I let it bob freely, just in front of my face. I want to take a moment to appreciate the majesty of this thing, to observe the gentle upward curve of it that matches her belly so nicely, to gaze and take the measure of her length and breadth ... but at this point, Celestia seems to be growing a little impatient. She holds my head in place with her magic and thrusts her hips forward.

I willingly open my mouth and accept her shoving the thick head of her cock inside. It slides over my tongue and fills my entire mouth. And I don't begrudge her in the slightest. She deserves everything I can give her, and more.

When her magic releases me, I don't pull away, instead I slobber on her tip and reach up to stroke her shaft with my hooves. I try to pull more of her into my mouth, but I get pathetically little of her into my throat before I begin to gag and cough. I have to pull her out of my mouth, but I press my tongue against her tip, and as my goopy spit leaks out from the abuse of my throat, I lick along the top of her shaft to spread it over her marvelous length. I lick her from top to bottom, all over, over and over again. My dampening hooves stroke up and down as I take her warm tip between my lips again, and I moan as she roughly penetrates my throat.

She's holding me with magic again. I cough and sputter, but she shoves herself deeper inside, violating my throat. I can't breathe and I don't want to. I stare straight ahead, watching her full balls swing back and forth, reveling in the idea that she might empty them into my mouth at any moment. I only wish I'd followed up on that impulse to have Spitfire give me deep-throating lessons ... because I feel like I might pass out soon, and I want to be awake when Celestia gives me her ultimate gift.

But just when I can't take anymore, Celestia pulls her cock out of my mouth completely. I gasp for breath even as I stroke her, even as I rub her glorious wet tip all over my face. I have to extend my hoof all the way out to reach her balls, to cradle them and encourage them to give me their precious cargo.

And then a miracle happens. I feel Celestia's muzzle against my ass cheeks. Her breath tickles me under my tail. And then I feel her tongue on my desperate pussy.

I moan and shove her cock back into my throat willingly. Oh yes! This is so far beyond anything I could ever hope, to have Celestia's perfect mouth tending to my urgent need.

I can't breathe, so I pull off of her and gasp deeply, but only long enough for one breath before I swallow her length again. Pull back, gasp, swallow; pull back, gasp, swallow. I build an obscene rhythm around her girthy cock. And my ultimate reward is hearing a stallion-like grunt from deep in her throat; I feel the vibration of it against my clit. I don't care how much it hurts, I want her inside of me, I want—

I scream, but it ends up just a muffled moan around the huge cock in my throat. My legs almost give out as a massive orgasm runs me over, smashing me down like a surprise tsunami. My juices splatter onto Celestia's face as I throw myself recklessly onto her cock, taking more and more into my spasming body even as the corners of my vision begin to fade. I could die like this and be glad of it ... but Celestia doesn't let me. She steps back and pulls herself out of my mouth. I stare at her bobbing, wet cock as my vision fades in and out. My throat hurts, but it's a vague ache compared to the ultimate pleasure pulsing through my veins.

“Are you all right, Twilight?” Celestia looks down at me with concern. “I must admit, I'm impressed. I didn't expect you to be so skillful. You took it almost down to the medial ring. Tell me, you must have been practicing with someone.”

I shake my head 'no'. Celestia must know that it was only because I want her so badly!

She grins broadly as I catch my breath, and I think she knows. But she stops me with her magic before I can dive back down on her cock. “As pleasurable as this is, I intend to make a full test of this spell's capabilities. Which means...”

Without needing to hear the rest, I spin around and present myself for her. There's no hesitation, no uncertainty. I spread my legs and raise my tail, giving her my wet, winking pussy. I want her to take everything I have.

A slight yelp escapes my lips as she leaps forward and mounts me. She's so fast, so savage! Her hot tip touches my entrance, and I melt into her, pushing back and stretching my desperate pussy lips around the swollen head of her cock. A tiny portion of her slips inside, and my eyes roll back in my head.

“Easy, Twilight,” Celestia whispers in my ear from behind. “While I do want to make a thorough test, I think it would be best for both of us if I pull out in the end. So when I tell you I'm getting close, I want you to get out from under me, turn around, and take my emanation in your mouth. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” I cry out, slipping more of her into my pussy.

“Yes what?” Celestia insists. “What exactly are you going to do? This is a very important safety precaution, so I want to make sure you understand clearly.”

“When you say you're close, I'm going to— Aanh! I'm going to turn around and take it in my... in my... Unnnh!” I quiver and melt as more of her endless length enters me. She's stretching me and filling me with her heat, with her solid, curved firmness. I'm liquifying around her impossible hot hardness.

Either she's overcome by the sensations as well, or my words are enough to satisfy her, because she grabs my hips firmly between her front hooves. I “eep” in fear and hasty anticipation as I feel the muscles in her core bunching up, preparing to—

“Aaah!” I scream out to all the immobile ponies around us as Celestia rams her enormous cock into me. She's splitting me open from the inside, and I love it because that hollow part of me is full now, it's overflowing with her thick white shaft. I want her to use me, I want her to fuck me, I want to be her little purple cock-sleeve, and more than anything – oh, more than anything! – I want her to unleash her heavy balls, empty herself into me. I want to feel the virility of an alicorn princess pouring into me and through me.

Celestia grunts, and her muscles bunch up again. Oh fuck, there's more? Yes there's more! It slides into me and I stretch open around it. I throw my head back against Celestia's chest and scream my pain and joy. I can feel the thick veins at her base flowing over my entrance. Her brimming balls bump into my ass cheeks and my clit is enveloped between them.

I shudder in place. This is... this is...

Celestia pulls back just a little and presses all the way into me again. Fuck! I'm full of her. She's transcended my overworked pussy and touched every molecule of my being!

She whispers into my ear again, “Just look at them, Twilight. All those ponies looking at us, but unable to see. Does it turn you on, seeing them all watching us? Is that why you chose such a public place to use your spell?” Her legs twitch, giving me an extra bump just as my clit winks out to kiss the crease between her balls.

I look at the ponies around us, just like she said. That isn't the reason I chose this place at all ... I was just impatient. But now that I see them... It is hot. Part of me wants them to see me. I want them to see Princess Celestia claim me, to see her make me hers in the most visceral, primitive way possible. I want them to know I belong to her, to know why I belong to her.

Why is this so hot? Why do I—?

Celestia pulls back and slams into me again, making me cry out and lose my thoughts in the wash of pleasure. I push back against her, struggling for even more. More more more more! I can feel her thick shaft pulsing inside of me as my inner walls squeeze against it.

“You could stop your spell. You could show them...” She gives another deep thrust, bucking me forward despite my best efforts to push myself back toward her, then another.

I'm mad with desire. I want it! My horn starts glowing, ready to release the spell. I want all of them to see Celestia fill me! I want them to hear my moans when her thick essence flows into me!

But before I can cancel the spell, Celestia hammers into me. Her balls slap against me, and I lose my spell in the lightning flashes coming from my clit. I can feel her length inside me, every contour and detail! It's—

The light around my horn flickers, and my legs give out. My front legs collapse, and my chest slams down to the ground. I'm shuddering and jerking around her massive cock, held in place only by her hooves on my hips. Even as I spasm around her, my pussy clenching tight and squirting hot juices all over her balls, she doesn't stop. She thrusts into me over and over again, rutting me into the ground.

“T-Twilight, I'm close,” she says through clenched teeth. I can feel the tip of her cock flaring deep inside me, spreading me wide and opening the entrance to my womb.

But my head is still spinning. I'm still reeling with the endless aftershocks of the orgasm she's still giving me. And as appealing at it sounds to taste her thick cum as it streams over my tongue, I want it inside me more. I don't care if she makes me pregnant, I want her to make me pregnant, to make me swell wide with the gift she's giving me. After keeping it secret for my whole life, I want everypony to know: I belong to Celestia!

She groans, and I feel a swell at the base of her cock. The glorious pulse shoots along her length, deeper and deeper inside me, and then it hits. I can feel the powerful jet of cum splatter directly into my womb. I feel the warmth of it spreading through my whole body as the next pulse travels down Celestia's shaft. The next wave bursts in with even more power. I already feel full with it, like I'm sloshing full, but I can still feel her clenching balls against my rump, and they're so very heavy.

“I love you, Celestia!” I cry out as my womb swells with her seed. She's filling me to the brim. I can feel the heat of it spreading up through my pussy as wave after wave gushes into my depths, pushing the rest out to make way for more and more. Hot cream sprays out between my tightly-stretched pussy and the rim of her sheath. The thick, sticky liquid coats my eager clit as it winks up and massages more out of her generous balls. I feel it beginning to run down my back legs and between them over my teats. And, and... “Unh!” I orgasm again, my pussy spraying out a flood of cum and juices that splatters all over Celestia's crotch and my own ass as my inner walls clench down and suckle Celestia's perfect cock.

Only after my own orgasm subsides does Celestia begin to pull herself out of my spent pussy. I must have been too out of it to even notice the end of her climax. The thick length of it slithers out of me bit by bit, making my insides roil around it. My pussy weakly pulses, as if begging for just a little more, even though I could probably never take it.

Her flaccid length pops out of me, releasing a deluge of cum. It swings back once, then forward to slap against my teats, spattering them with another coating of sticky cum. I fall over and lie panting on the ground beneath Celestia.

Even she takes a moment to catch her breath after such a performance.

“Well, that was certainly a very successful test,” she says eventually. “But I'm afraid we failed rather decisively when it came to the matter of avoiding the risk of pregnancy.”

Fearing that words might elude me, I instead just reach out for her front hooves and wrap myself around her warm, golden horseshoes, cuddling against her feet. My pussy is leaking her essence all over my fur, and I love it. I want to bathe in the stuff. I want everypony who ever smells me again to know that I belong to Princess Celestia and none other!

With a sigh, Celestia leans her neck down and nuzzles my cheek. “I forgive you, Twilight. And I would love to do this again with you sometime, if you are willing. But in the interest of avoiding scandal, I do think we should keep our relationship private for the time being.”

I feel warmth spreading over my coat, from the puddle beneath me, through my belly, from Celestia's legs, into my everywhere. I coo and look up at her, and when my muzzle finds a stray dollop of cum, I lick it off of the smooth pavement. It's bland and a little salty, and I want more of it ... but I don't want it bad enough to let go of Celestia's legs.

“Oh, Twilight... I love you, too. I always have.”

My heart does a warm backflip inside me. Yes! I am complete now, whole. I never want this moment to end, and thanks to my ability to freeze time, it never has to end. I can stay like this with her forever...

Celestia sighs again and looks around at the mess we've made. “If we're going to keep this just between us, we're going to have quite a lot of clean-up work to do before you can start time again. Luckily, I'll be able to use my magic, so it shouldn't be too difficult, despite the, ah... volume of evidence to be cleaned. And, of course, I'll need to get rid of this.” Her horn glows again, and her dangling, half-retreated cock vanishes, taking the well-spent balls along with it. Her belly returns to its normal trim and slim self, adorned only by her lovely pinkish teats.

Another aftershock of orgasm hits me, and a glop of thick, heavy cum rolls out from my pussy lips, dribbling down the curve of my ass into the puddle with the rest. My tail twitches, sweeping through the mess and absorbing it greedily.

“Oh dear...” Celestia uses her magic to lift my tail and begin cleaning the goop out of it. “I suppose that rather than spending our private tea time discussing your new-found interest in time-stopping spells, we can instead talk about our options in responding to any possible pregnancy. Not to mention your remaining duty to anypony else you molested while time was stopped. I do hope you're taking this as seriously as I am.”

I look up at her with a dumb, satisfied smile, and I nod. I'm floating in a warm puddle of my lifelong love's cum. I've never felt so perfect and whole. What could possibly go wrong?

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