Twilight's Second First Time

Starlight Glimmer wanted to go back to bed. It was 1:30 in the morning; any sane pony would be sleeping. Instead, she was sitting in front of the Cutie Map, rubbing sleep from dark circles under her eyes, and levitating a fourth cup of coffee to her lips.

“So, you went to both Cadance and Celestia for help, and they told you - literally - to get bucked,” Starlight summarized, taking a sip of the life-giving beverage. “A completely typical experience in politics, I might add. But there’s one thing I don’t understand. Why didn’t you go speak to Princess Luna?”

Twilight’s ears drooped. “Because I’m not sure Luna can relate. According to what Celestia told me, she usually dealt with her heats by having some kind of orgy, I think. At least, that’s what it sounded like.”

Starlight quirked an eyebrow. “So? What’s wrong with an orgy?”

“N-Nothing, I guess,” Twilight conceded, resting her chin on the map. “I mean, I fantasized about gangbangs when I was younger, but they were nothing but fantasies. It doesn’t seem like the sort of thing I would be able to follow through with.”

“So it’s like a rape fantasy?” Starlight asked.

Twilight stared at her friend across the table, confused. “I’m not sure I follow.”

“You know, where you fantasize about being raped? It seems so hot in your fantasies, but when you actually think about it happening in real life, you realize you don’t want any part of it.”

“I'm not sure if that's the same thing.”

“I think you should think about it. You were literally engaging in a threesome just the other night, and you seemed to be getting quite a bit of enjoyment out of that.” Starlight pointed at Our Town on the map. “And from there, an orgy is really just a small leap. Maybe you should give it a shot?” She gestured at Canterlot.

Twilight’s eyes widened as she followed Starlight's hoof along the map, her bloodshot eyes practically bulging from their sockets. “In Canterlot?" She shook her head, clearing the thought from her mind. "You act like you've been involved in them before,” she muttered.

Twilight looked up to see Starlight's reaction, but the deadpan expression she received caught her off-guard.

“What, did you think Our Town attracted ponies with promises of brainwashing?" she asked. "The truth is, I don’t actually get the appeal of it. But it turned out that spreading my legs was what it took to get what I wanted, so it was what I did." Twilight stared at where Starlight's hoof rested on Our Town. "It also helped with flagging morale when times were hard."

Twilight tilted her head in confusion. “But I thought you only had eyes for Sunburst?”

Starlight rolled her eyes. “I do, but sometimes you just do what has to be done.”

Do what has to be done. Twilight thought back to her encounter at the museum and slowly nodded. “I guess so.”

“Also, I blindfolded myself,” Starlight continued. “That way, I could at least imagine it was Sunburst every time." Starlight leaned closer. "And let me tell you," she whispered in Twilight's ear, "being blindfolded actually made the whole experience… kinda hot.”

Twilight laid her head down on the table, pondering Starlight's revelation. Would an orgy be all that bad? Could she follow through with it if she were blindfolded? And if she did decide to do it, who better to talk to about it than Luna? “Maybe I will go see Luna,” she conceded.

Starlight brightened. “Y’know, I think that would be a great idea. She actually likes to be awake in the middle of the night.”

“Not tonight, though,” Twilight replied, waving her hoof dismissively. “Tomorrow night. I'm way too tired to make a trip to Canterlot right now. Besides, that burning need to throw myself at stallions is gone. For the moment anyway.” Twilight stood up from the table, sluggishly plodding toward the hallway.

“Speaking of stallions, what about Star Tracker?” Starlight called after her. “You just left him there?”

Twilight stopped. “Like I told you, I panicked.”

“Aren’t you concerned about that? What if he tells other ponies what you did?”

Twilight shook her head and resumed her trek to the bedroom. “I wiped his memory before I left.”

"You do realize that's illegal, right?"

"Like you would have done anything better," Twilight snapped, moving to a trot.

Starlight wanted to argue the point, but she knew Twilight was right. She hardly had any room to criticize another pony for using mind-altering magic. Still, she felt the need to fire back. "It's not like anyone would have believed him if he told somepony!"

“I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, either. But I’m telling you, the Princess is secretly in a relationship.”

Featherweight, the editor-in-chief of the Canterlot Tribune, stared at the stallion he’d called a friend for most of his life. “Alright, Chip, you’ve got my interest.” Featherweight replied, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Depending on what you’ve got, we might be able to make an article out of this. But what evidence do you have?”

Chipcutter grinned. “You remember how you asked me for photos of the new exhibit for an article in the paper? Star Tracker was supposed to be done putting the finishing touches on the paint, so I figured it was a good time to snap some photos. But as I got closer, I could hear something that sounded like… well, y’know. At first I thought maybe Star and Reliquary had some weird thing I wasn’t privy to, since they were the only other staff in the building, so I quietly hovered into the room. Imagine my shock when I saw Star Tracker balls deep in Princess Twilight Sparkle. The exhibit had good enough light, so I turned off the flash on my camera and took a few covert shots. Hovered around to get some juicy angles, too, and then bolted before they had a chance to notice me.”

“Wait now, hold up. You have pictures of this?”

“Uh, yes. I mean, I haven’t developed them yet, but...” he held up his camera sheepishly.

Featherweight sat up straight so quickly his kitchen table toppled to the ground. “This might be the biggest story of the year,” he shouted, wings twitching with excitement. “Come on, Chip! We’re going to the darkroom.”

Rarity entered the Ponyville Post, pulling a loaded cart behind her. Much to her delight, there was no line this morning. The mailmare at the counter smiled with her usual chipper attitude as Rarity dragged her cart to the counter.

“Good morning, Rarity! What can I do for you today?”

“Good morning to you, too, Miss Hooves,” Rarity replied, levitating each of the parcels from her cart and onto the counter. “I have a number of orders that are ready to ship and I simply must get them out of my shop and into my customer’s waiting hooves!”

“Right away!” the pegasus chirped, seizing the first of the packages and looking up the postage rates.

Rarity sat patiently as the vision-impaired mare struggled to read each address, look up the postage rate for each delivery, and then add them all up. As she waited, several bundled stacks of newspapers caught her eye.

“Anything interesting in the news today?” she asked aloud.

Derpy Hooves looked up from the postage chart. “Oh, sorry, I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to read it yet, but my boss said the front page article of the Canterlot Tribune was about Princess Twilight and he expects to do a lot of extra newspaper deliveries today.”

“Oh, well, I suppose I do need to be on top of the latest gossip. Especially if it involves a friend. Might I purchase a spare copy to read while I wait?”

“Sure! I’ll just add it to your total when we’re through!”

With a practiced flick of a wingtip, one copy of the Canterlot Tribune slid out of the bindings and dropped in front of Rarity, the ever-socially-conscious unicorn. Rarity glanced down at the front page.

PRINCESS TWILIGHT’S SECRET SUITOR REVEALED!

Photographic evidence of romantic rendezvous at Canterlot Museum reveals all

The headline would have made her spit out her drink, were she drinking anything. Rarity’s eyes glanced across the page repeatedly to make sure she had read it correctly, but no matter how many times she read it, the words did not change. After levitating the paper, reading further into the article wasn’t helping - somepony had taken covert photos of the Princess engaging in the activity like a common harlot!

But there was no way these photos were legitimate. Twilight would never do something like that. They had to have been doctored!

“This is libel!” Rarity exclaimed. “It’s slanderous! Oh, no, no, no! I must go warn the Princess right away! I do apologize for the hasty departure, Miss Hooves, but I simply must buy all of your copies of the Canterlot Tribune before they go out.” She dug out a hefty bag of gemstones, dumping them out on the countertop. “That should more than cover all of my postage and the newspapers!”

“But…!” Derpy tried to interrupt, but Rarity raised her hoof.

“No buts, Darling! I’m taking these stacks of newspapers and I’m going to dispose of them. I can’t let anypony read it! And then I’m going straight to Twilight to let her know that someone is trying to manipulate her!”

Without any hesitation, Rarity levitated all of the stacks of newspapers from the countertop into her cart and headed right back out to the street.

Derpy Hooves stared at the pile of gemstones on the countertop with one eye while the other stared at the pile of parcels Rarity had brought in. The gems were clearly worth far more than the postage or the newspapers - or both combined. But how in the world was she going to make change? She had no idea how many newspapers Rarity had just walked off with.

This needed a supervisor. With a nod, she spun around and disappeared into the hall behind the customer service counter, weaving around the extra stacks of newspapers that had been brought in from Canterlot. “Boss?” she called out. “Rarity brought too many gems again!”

Rarity pounded her hoof on the massive doors of Princess Twilight’s castle. “Spiiike?” she called toward the kitchen window, certain that he was preparing breakfast. “Could you be a dear and please hurry?”

The stomping of the teenager’s feet could be felt even from outside as Spike approached. The door swung inward and the purple dragon came into view, clad in an apron and holding a spatula. He stood at eye level to Rarity now - time had done him that favor, at least. Sometimes Rarity almost regretted letting him go, but Smolder made him happy, so…

“Hiya, Rarity!” Spike greeted her, snapping out of her brief thoughts. He waved her in, stopping briefly to stare at the cart full of newspapers. “What are you doing with all that newspaper?”

Rarity grabbed one copy off the stack. “Could you be a dear and burn the rest of these?” she asked, unhitching the cart in the middle of the atrium. “I need to consult with Twilight as soon as possible. Where is she this morning?”

Spike shrugged and blew a gout of magical flame into the cart, quickly consuming all of the paper into a wisp of green smoke. Rarity watched with satisfaction as the last of the newspapers disappeared, and then followed Spike as he returned to the kitchen.

“I haven’t seen anypony come out of their room this morning, so she’s probably still in her room,” he explained as he walked. “But since I’m making breakfast, would you like some? It’s haycakes!”

“I do appreciate the offer, Spike, but I shall have to take a raincheck! I have far more pressing matters to deal with.”

Spike shrugged, flipping a haycake on the stove.

“Even if it means waking Twilight from her beauty sleep,” Rarity muttered, trotting off toward Twilight’s bedroom.

Spike realized, in hindsight, that Rarity had asked him to burn the papers, not send them. He shrugged as Rarity disappeared into the hallway. Either way, it was too late now.

“Twilight, dear?” Rarity called through the door to Twilight’s room. “May I come in?” After a moment’s silence, Rarity pressed her ear to the door, listening intently for any signs of movement. There were none. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door with her hoof. “I am coming in!”

With a light push from her magic, the well-oiled hinges swung the great door inward to reveal the modest and unassuming bed - hardly fit for a Princess - that Twilight had insisted on using. Blackout curtains covered every window in the room, making it difficult to make out the sleeping purple Princess snuggled tightly under the covers in the limited light spilling from the hallway, but the soft snoring gave her away.

Rarity seized the sun-facing curtains and threw them open. A cascade of light fell upon the bed, causing the Princess to stir slightly. “Mmmgh,” she moaned rolling away from the window. The snoring resumed almost immediately.

“Good morning, Princess,” Rarity announced, waving the newspaper around with her magic. “Something important has come up that I think you need to know about. Come along now, get up!”

If Twilight heard her at all, there was little evidence of it. Instead, the slumbering figure pulled the covers up over her head, snuggling tighter into the warm embrace of the bed.

“Very well then, you leave me no choice!”

If there was one thing that Rarity’s magic was adept at, it was manipulating fabric. With little more than a thought, Twilight’s comforter was pulled away from the bed. The sleeping Princess whined, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.

Rarity stopped, dropping the newspaper in shock as she processed the sight before her. Twilight was drenched in sweat. Her mane and tail were stuck to her coat and her feathers were disheveled. And between Twilight’s legs was the all-too-familiar stain of a stallion’s essence. The potent stench of sex hit her right after. Twilight had been with a stallion.

Could the newspaper be right?

“Twilight Sparkle!” Rarity exclaimed, furious at the sight before her. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”

Before Twilight could even rouse herself to a fully conscious state, Rarity’s magic pulled violently on her ear. “Ow, ow, ow,” she cried out. The pain forced her to roll to the side, slipping off the edge of the bed and onto her hooves. She tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes as she stumbled along with the ethereal force dragging her off to the bathroom.

“Whu… whozz… huh? What’s going on?” Twilight mumbled. Blinking away the sudden brightness of the bathroom lights, Twilight was finally able to make out her assailant. “Rarity? What are you doing here?”

Rarity unceremoniously shoved Twilight over the lip of the bathtub without a word and turned on the shower. Twilight jumped back to her hooves immediately and spun around as the frigid water struck her, the stream shocking her fully awake. She glared at Rarity, but the intensity of her friend’s eyes glaring right back at her caused her to shrink back against the far side of the tub. Rarity’s hoof pointed toward Twilight’s face, and then the front of the tub in an unspoken command. Reluctantly, Twilight turned away.

Twilight suffered the cold water against her rear in confusion, waiting for it to warm. “Is something wrong?” she asked. Any sane pony would have warmed the water before stepping into the tub, but…

“We need to talk,” Rarity replied. She stepped into the tub behind Twilight, using her magic to redirect the stream of the shower over her friend’s sweat-soaked form.

“In my bathtub?”

“Your hygiene is atrocious! You cannot simply march around with dried… stuff in your fur! It needs to be scrubbed out!” Rarity’s voice was dripping with what seemed to be frustration and anger. She pushed Twilight forward in the tub to make room.

Twilight reluctantly inched forward, unable to understand her friend’s attitude. “This seems more than just a little personal, don’t you think, Rarity?”

“Well, it’s a personal problem,” Rarity explained, seizing a sponge and soap with her magic. ”Besides, you are a Princess and you need to act like one! Your public image is an important part of your responsibilities!”

“It’s not like I was planning on going out like this!” Twilight argued.

Rarity was silent, bringing the sponge to Twilight’s neck and scrubbing at her coat. The frigid water in the sponge elicited a yelp and a glare from the Princess.

“What are you doing?!” Twilight demanded.

“Helping you clean up,” Rarity replied, continuing to scrub.

“The water’s cold!”

“Cold water is better for cleaning up proteins. I’m certain you know that much.”

Twilight paused to process Rarity’s statement. What proteins? As she wondered what Rarity meant, the sponge dipped down from Twilight’s neck to scrub across her shoulders. Twilight shuddered as it brushed against her wings, sending an electric pleasure up her spine.

“It’s not that cold, dear.”

“Huh?”

“You were shivering.”

Twilight shook her head, not wanting to admit to the pleasure, but remained quiet. She didn’t want Rarity to think she was getting off to this.

The sponge moved further back along Twilight spine, right between her wings. It took all her concentration to keep them from springing outward in a pegasus mating display.

Why was Rarity here, again? Oh, right. “You said we need to talk.”

Rarity redirected the sponge again, this time against Twilight’s flanks. Twilight squirmed slightly under her firm touch. “We could talk about how you apparently have a coltfriend, yet haven’t bothered to tell your best friends about him,” Rarity declared.

Twilight’s cheeks puffed out as she blew a frustrated sigh. “I don’t have a coltfriend. If anything, having a coltfriend would solve my problems.”

“I don’t appreciate being lied to,” Rarity growled. The sponge brushed against Twilight’s dock, sending another chill of pleasure through her.

“I’m sorry Rarity, but can’t I do this myself?” Twilight whined.

Rarity’s eyes were momentarily drawn to the dried mess on Twilight’s thighs. “If I let you do it yourself, you might miss a spot,” she seethed through clenched teeth. “Besides, you’re changing the subject.”

Twilight could tell from Rarity’s tone that this wasn’t an argument she was going to win, but she had to admit, the light teasing of the sponge against her thighs felt… good. And even though she knew it was wrong, she didn’t really want it to stop.

“I don’t have a coltfriend,” Twilight repeated. The sponge stopped moving, much to Twilight’s relief… or was that disappointment? Twilight cringed as the sponge suddenly pulled away and slapped harshly across her nethers, then fell to the water pooled below with a splash.

“Will you really lie so brazenly to me, Twilight? If it is not your coltfriend, then what - or who - am I cleaning up after?!”

“This can’t possibly be the reason you’re here,” Twilight argued. “You didn’t even know about this until you pulled my covers off!”

“I…” Rarity’s face flushed crimson as she realized how this all must have looked to Twilight - she’d simply barged into her friend’s room, thrown her in the tub, violated her personal space, and then started washing…

Rarity sat back on her haunches with a sigh. “I’m sorry, Twilight. This is incredibly inappropriate of me. I’ll just… let you clean up after yourself.” She began climbing back out of the tub.

Twilight was torn. She’d been enjoying Rarity’s touch - perhaps a little too much. And she knew Rarity was trying to help…

“Wait!” Twilight cried out. Rarity stopped, one leg already out of the tub. “You don’t… don’t have to go,” Twilight mumbled. “It may have been a bit sudden, but it…” Twilight paused, searching for words that wouldn’t incriminate herself. “... Even if it is coming from a place of anger, it’s nice to be tended to by someone who cares. ”

“Are you absolutely sure about this, dear?” Rarity slowly pulled her legs back into the tub. “I should never have done something so insensitive, especially without permission!”

“It’s fine,” Twilight nodded. “I don’t mind. Really.”

Rarity swallowed hard, then fished around for the sponge and cautiously brought it to Twilight’s other thigh. Slowly, gently, she pressed the sponge against Twilight’s fur. Twilight shuddered slightly, her entire body slowly going limp as she relaxed under Rarity’s touch.

After a few moments of silence, Rarity pulled the sponge away from Twilight’s thigh. She couldn’t just go and scrub Twilight’s vulva clean, could she? Rarity stared at the thick meat of Twilight’s marehood and shuddered. The taint of dried semen on Twilight’s puffy lips taunted her. She couldn’t finish the job if she didn’t, but… she wasn’t really going to go that far, was she?

Wait, why was Twilight’s tail flagged? Rarity bit her lip as the smell of Twilight’s heated sex hit her. Rarity couldn’t help thinking about the stallion that must have planted that seed. Perhaps Twilight was remembering last night. How it must have felt? Rarity wasn’t in heat herself, but the thought of it was making her feel a bit warm in the nethers.

Rarity’s hoof began to shake. She needed something else to focus on. “Was Star Tracker good?” she asked aloud, seizing Twilight’s shampoo and conditioner.

Twilight’s head shot up and she craned her neck to face Rarity. “How did you know it was him?”

Rarity levitated the dropped newspaper out of the bedroom and over to Twilight as she lathered up Twilight’s tail. The water cascading onto Twilight’s shoulders spattered against the page, causing it to wilt slightly as Twilight read the front page.

“What?!” Twilight exclaimed aloud. Her entire body flushed with embarrassment as she recalled exactly what she’d done the night before. And now the entirety of Equestria knew about it? This was the worst possible thing that could have happened! It was terrible! It was horrible! It was…

It was...

It was… really hot. In fact, Twilight found herself incredibly turned on at the thought… but was that her heat talking, or was that perhaps just a side effect of Rarity’s delicate touch? She shivered slightly and peered back at the fashionista, who was pouring shampoo into her hooves.

“Honestly, I don’t know if he was good or not,” she confessed as she watched Rarity work with her tail. “I was so horny, I’m pretty sure the worst lay in Equestria would have gotten me off.”

Rarity had a delicate touch that Twilight could never hope to replicate, and it felt amazing. An electric burst of pleasure shot down her spine as Rarity’s hoof accidentally brushed against her marehood.

“Hmm,” Rarity hummed. “That sounds like a bad heat... but didn’t you tell me that alicorns don’t have heat?” She turned the water toward Twilight’s tail and began rinsing out the shampoo.

“It seems I was wrong,” Twilight squeaked her arousal as the water splashed against her sex. “And I have it bad.” A spasm erupted from her nethers.

Rarity stopped. “Twilight, dear?” she asked flatly. “Did you just wink at me?”

Twilight hung her head in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Rarity! I can’t…”

“You can’t...?”

“...I can’t control it.”

Rarity rolled her eyes, resuming her work, this time with the conditioner. “Nopony expects you to be able to control it, dear. It’s an entirely involuntary reaction.”

“I don’t mean that! I mean my imagination...” Twilight trailed off with a whisper.

“Your fantasies, you mean?” Rarity’s ears perked up. “What kind of fantasies?”

“Well, first of all, the thought of all of Equestria knowing that I had sex is really turning me on. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Well, I can’t say I’ve had any such fantasies myself, but from discussions with other mares at the spa, exhibitionism hardly seems uncommon. What else?”

“Well, you keep brushing against my pussy--

“Twilight!” Rarity gasped. “Language!”

“--and honestly, I just want you to stop teasing me.”

Rarity dropped Twilight’s tail. “I’m sorry, darling, but are you propositioning me?”

“Yes!” Twilight shouted. “I mean, no! I know you’re not into mares, and I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but…”

“But you wouldn’t complain if I was?” Rarity finished. “Honestly, Twilight, I’m flattered. But you’re absolutely right. I’m not into mares. All that aside, right now, I think in light of your situation it’s better that I let you… erm… ‘finish’ yourself. And then we need to work on a plan for damage control before that newspaper article does any more harm than it’s already done!”