Chapter 1: It started out with a kiss...
It was electric. That was the only way to describe it. Like... licking a nine-volt battery, except the good version. Every point where flesh touched flesh felt like a spark had lit and fired through my nerves, rushing through me and exploding in a tiny little firework, over and over and over, millions of little bursts of light going off in my brain one after another. It was hard to stand up, to think, to do anything but feel that crackling sensation of pleasure rushing through every inch of me. My fingers curled tighter against her silky white ball-gown, my knees went weak. I was trying to remain austere and relaxed, but my vocal cords had their own plans, and vibrated while I was powerless to stop the soft moan that rose from my chest and filled the air between us.
The dress was my lifeline, fingers curling into the silky fabric, holding on for dear life. Was this short? Long? Was I moving too much? Not enough? I had no idea; I'd never done this before. It felt like a year could pass in the time it took me to blink, and it felt like a single second was longer than my entire life thus far. Time was powerless over this inferno of sensation that had overwhelmed me, so I couldn't say how long it was before I finally felt the soft flesh that had pressed against my own pull back. When the air rushed between our mutual point of contact, the cool touch signaling that it was finished, my eyes fluttered open, and I saw hers looking back at me. My vision swam as I woke up from the dream, watching those crystalline lavender lenses staring down at me with a gentle, motherly gaze.
“Princess...” was all I could say, my voice barely even a whisper. When had my chest gotten so tight? Why wouldn't my heart slow down? I could have sworn there was more room for my lungs just a few seconds ago, but now it felt like each inhalation pressed them tight against my ribcage. My stomach... It felt like it wasn't there; like everything from my hips to my chest had simply been excised, yet there were still tingling ripples of excitement running across where my stomach ought to be.
“Princess...” She said back with a playful giggle. “You really need to stop using honorifics when we bear the same title.” Her hands had been resting on my shoulders the whole while, the sensation of warm flesh against mine setting off little echoes of the maelstrom that had just passed. One of them moved up and ran through my hair, fingertips teasing at my scalp. On instinct, I leaned my head into her touch, letting out a soft sigh.
“Why... Why did nobody tell me that would feel so good!?” I asked, turning my vision up to her in wonderment. My fingers had unfurled from her dress, and my palms now lay against the slim hourglass curve of her waist.
“Your first kiss is something truly special. You shouldn't share it with anyone who isn't equally as special to you.” Violet lips turned up into a smile as she spoke, bathed in pallid blue moonlight from the balcony. “I'm honored that you felt comfortable asking me to have yours.”
“I just... my friends were talking about it, and I realized...” I began.
“That you've spent your whole life with your muzzle buried in a book and never bothered learning what love can mean.” She finished for me. A little more blunt than I would have phrased it, but she wasn't wrong, necessarily... “I'm well aware, my faithful student. Don't forget who gave you all those books.”
“I...” I began, but I couldn't really find any words to continue, so I just closed my eyes and leaned in again, hooves pushing me up as far as I could go to match her statuesque height. I probably looked a fool; lips puckered out, clinging desperately to her dress, stretching up on tiptoes, begging for more.
If I looked a fool, she didn't seem to care. I felt one arm wrap around my shoulders, the other gripping the back of my head, guiding me in. Our bodies pressed together, and we kissed once more. I tensed from head to hoof, tail swishing uncontrollably behind me, and I felt lightning course through every inch of my body for the second time in a row. Another moan escaped me as I felt her lips against mine, molding, caressing, velvet against velvet. My arms moved around to her back, fingers digging against whatever parts of her I could hold onto, my entire body begging for more, more, more.
I was acutely aware of every inch of my body, nearly every sensation, from the growing tension in my calves from pushing myself up into this kiss to the silky fabric of my gown caressing my chest and hips. Her bust was far, far larger than mine; I could feel as it, too conformed to my presence, flesh softer than the gentlest cloud making space for me, welcoming me, beckoning me further in.
After another infinite infinitesimal of time, I felt her lips part slightly. On instinct, mine did the same. Our breath spilled out through the cracks in the imperfect seal out mouths formed, warmth rushing over my cheeks. Her lips closed down, catching my lower one between her own and tugging at it softly as she rolled her head back just enough for me to feel it, then parted again, diving in and repeating the process a few times. I clumsily reciprocated, catching whatever of her I could between my lips to hold it, caress it, do anything I could to express the overwhelming pleasure that this simple act brought me.
Tongues came next. I had been so entranced by the slow, sensual rhythm that came so effortlessly in tandem with a gentle, prolonged kiss that it caught me off-guard to feel the sudden touch of warm flesh pushing its way into my mouth. Right, right, this was 'French' kissing. Who or what the 'French' were, I couldn't give a damn at the moment. Maybe I could look it up later. For now, the French were the greatest magicians ever to grace the planet for inventing this wonderful, intoxicating, all-encompassing form of sorcery. My eyes shot open as I felt the invasion pass between my lips, the warm, soft, wet... thing reaching in. After only a moment, the shock in my eyes transitioned into the same drunken stupor of pleasure that had suffused me since that first moment of contact.
My lids fluttered closed once more, and my body once more worked on instinct, tongue reaching out and grinding against hers, the two muscles working back and forth across one another, slick and wet and sensual, sending out the same jolts of pleasure to wrack my body top to bottom. Another moan rose between us, this time from her. If I was doing a poor job at this, she was doing an excellent job of not showing it.
In hindsight, it was honestly quite astounding how much I didn't notice the growing tightness in our dresses, nor the burning sensation as the kiss brought about the most predictable of physical repercussuions from between my legs. It wasn't until that second kiss broke and I practically stumbled back from her embrace, catching myself with one hand on the banister, that I realized there was no way we could return to the ballroom looking like this. Both of us had profoundly unladylike protrusions deforming the front of our gowns, and the mere sensation of the silk grinding against me nearly sent me over the edge. The sight of her ivory dress wrapping around her own 'physical repercussions' wasn't helping things either.
I looked up at her, cheeks turning red in embarrassment; sure, technically it was normal to be like this after kissing someone so passionately, but still, she was the princess, and my teacher to boot. I felt like an idiot schoolgirl caught with her pants down. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out, so I closed my lips and attempted to open them again. Still nothing. I repeated the process a few times, looking more like a fish than a princess. She didn't say a word, didn't chastise me or tease me like I expected her to. She simply stepped forward, palms cupping each of my cheeks, our newly-acknowledged erections pressing against one another through their silken prisons, and kissed me once more.
I melted into the embrace, just as I had the first two times, brain instantly clouded by the pleasure of physical intimacy. My hands reached up, fingers curling around her forearm, supporting my weight on her as a flicker of pure white light crackled along her horn.
An instant later, in a flash of light, we were gone.
I recognized the teleportation spell for what it was instantly, and I also recognized the fact that I was in a bedchamber the moment we arrived. What I didn't recognize was exactly whose bedchamber it was. The kiss was broken, and she stood, wings fluttering momentarily, glancing this way and that. Seemingly satisfied that we were alone, she turned her eyes back to me.
I took a moment to reorient myself, and immediately froze. Once I got a good look at the sun emblazoned on the curtains of the massive four-poster bed, the east-facing window that showed only a dark night sky, and the opulent ivory that trimmed and adorned every single facet of the room, it was clear that she had taken me to her bed for the night. Her bed. I thought my heart had been racing about as fast as it could possibly go without bursting, but my body seemed eager to prove me wrong in all sorts of ways tonight.
“P-princess!?” I gasped, unsure if this meant what I thought it meant.
“We are alone, Twilight. Use my name.” she said with a soft, loving tone that still somehow commanded the authority of her royal station with ease. She waved her hand to one side, and I felt a gentle caress across my body, like a warm spring breeze had wormed its way under my clothes and danced directly against my skin. I looked down to see my clothes dissolving into thin air, as though they were mist in the breeze. Presumably, they had gone to a pocket dimension somewhere. They were convenient for things like temporary laundry storage.
“C-Celestia...” I corrected, hands instantly moving to cover my now-exposed body. Halfway to their goal, glowing white rings materialized my wrists and held them in place with the force of a hundred stallions.
“There is no need for modesty any longer.” the princess's hand waved once more, and her dress disappeared just as mine had. She stepped up close to me again, a finger reaching out to run across my chin, tilting my eyes up to meet hers, “Do not be ashamed of your body, Twilight... you have always been so beautiful.”
I swallowed heavily, feeling the magic at my wrists dissipate. Despite every instinct my body had telling me to cover myself in any way I could, I strained to lower my hands back down to my sides, wrists and fingers flexing uncomfortably as they itched to restore what modicum of modesty I might be able to salvage. “I... you think I'm... pretty?” I finally squeaked out.
“No, Twilight, I don't think you're pretty.” Celestia's lips smirked, betraying that she had something far more flowery to describe what she thought of me, “I think you shine with the radiant beauty of the sunset you were named for. You, as I, have the body of a goddess, and you ought to be proud of it.” Her words, once again, were kind, affectionate, and demanding; as though denying her this truth about myself were an unthinkable transgression of some sort.
“Yes ma'am...” when had my voice shot up two octaves? Please, go back to normal.
“I have always been proud of you and the work you have accomplished.” Celestia continued, hand running down across my shoulder, finger trailing my collarbone before moving to run down my chest, “You were so diligent, so skilled, and so dependable... but you studied magic, and magic is such a very living thing.” Her hand ran across the swell of my breast, finger stopping for a moment to press gently at the stiffened bud at its peak. I had played with myself plenty, of course; what self-respecting adult hasn't? But never had such an action been performed by another. The world of difference it made, to have her finger caressing my nipple, rather than my own, was astounding, I shivered, body twitching and a surprised moan passing between my lips.
“That is why I sent you away as I did. You can't understand something that lives and breathes like magic if you don't understand living, breathing relationships...” Her hand continued teasing at my breast. I had my eyes shut tight, breath heaving as I was at her mercy, attempting to think of this like a normal lesson, and failing miserably. It was sort of difficult to concentrate like this. “But what is the point of those relationships if they do not grow?” Celestia's palm moved in, fingers wrapping around the breast she had been teasing, when she squeezed it softly, my whole body jolted, “Friendship, affection, lust, like the sun and water and soil to a plant, they all work together to help love grow stronger. I can see now how I failed you in this regard. I stopped short of showing you what love can become, fearing you were too young, too immature...”
“Princess, you haven't fai--” I began
“Hush now,” Her hand moved back up, a single finger placed to my lips. Once more, that royal countenance made it seem impossible to deny her, and so I fell silent. “What matters is is that we can correct this. I should have known you might not discover such things on your own, being as inexperienced as you were. But no longer.” She stepped up even closer, I could feel the heat of her erection press against my stomach, my own grinding on her thigh. “Tonight, Twilight Sparkle, I make you a woman.”
Author's Note
Quick little introductory thingy I cooked up off-the-cuff to satisfy my unexpected desire for smutty romantic prose.
Hopefully this will turn into something bigger. I want to continue it at some point, turn it into a grand sweeping epic saga spanning dozens of chapters and hundreds of thousands of words?
Probably not, but who knows.
