I Was In The Seventh Heaven When I Kissed The Teacher
Author's Note
So I was watching Mamma Mia 2: Here We Go Again! Last night, and I got obsessed with the song "When I Kissed The Teacher". So at four in the morning this plot bunny smacked me in the face and I just wrote it down now.
I hope you like it. It was random but fun. 
I Was In The Seventh Heaven When I Kissed The Teacher
Twilight Sparkle, Student of Princess Celestia at Celestia’s School For Gifted Unicorns, was frustrated.
Normally she would be frustrated with a book, or perhaps a new spell she’d been working on. She might be frustrated with Spike pushing her to make friends. She could have even been frustrated with a lack of organization or quiet in her study area. Yes, all these things could have been frustrating her, but that wasn’t what was frustrating her now. Her estrus cycle was frustrating her now.
Estrus- the term was used for when a mare was in heat. The period itself could last for three weeks, but there were about four to ten days in the cycle where the mare was truly in heat. Since it was summer, it was mating season for ponies. During the spring and summer months were when many couples seemed to fall in love, in Canterlot or otherwise. This was in great part due to the Estrus cycle. And it was also why so many foals were born in the following months. Because of the cycle.
Twilight Sparkle, emotionally repressed unicorn and teenage student of the Princess of Equestria herself, was sexually frustrated.
She, of course, did not realize that this was the problem. She thought that perhaps it was time to reorganize the books in her tower, or maybe that she wasn’t studying hard enough for her next test. She had no idea what was really going on. At fourteen, her sexual urges were new, and she couldn’t name them yet. But she did know that something was wrong. Something was missing. She just couldn’t tell what.
Twilight Sparkle was a rather interesting mare. Not because of her magical abilities, nor because of her smarts or studiousness. She was interesting in the sense that beyond her friendships with Spike, Princess Celestia, and her relationships with her family, she was mostly alone. She did not like talking to other ponies, and she most certainly wasn’t touched by them. Twilight disliked being touched, but it was strange. She didn’t like it because underneath it all she wanted it too much. But admitting that to herself was, well, impossible- because she didn’t even understand that about herself.
So she kept on going, trying to find something to alleviate her frustration. But nothing seemed to work. With a huff, she packed up her saddlebag, and headed to her class.
There were a group of twenty unicorns in the classroom, and today they were surprised to find the Princess herself there. She announced that she would be teaching the class today, because she found the subject matter of importance. So every pony got out their notebooks and quills, and started to write as she spoke.
“Today we will be speaking on what fuels the magical properties in unicorns.” Celestia said. “Magic is something you are born with, and it is also a learned skill that must be honed over time to learn control. And a large portion of that magic is controlled by your emotions.”
Twilight studiously took her notes, but something in her teacher’s voice made her want to sigh. She shook it off though and kept going.
Celestia began to walk the aisles between the desks, weaving between the rows. “The stronger your emotions are, the more magic you release. It is much harder to do higher level magic when you feel less emotion. That is why casting spells seems much easier when you are extremely angry or happy. The more extreme your emotions the easier the magic is to channel. That is why it is so important to practice magic as much as you can. So that when you are in different moods, you can still hone the skill. That is also why it is important to keep emotionally healthy. Whatever your feeling, it is important to acknowledge it.”
Twilight was keeping her eyes locked on her teacher now. The way she walked, the way her mane carefully floated through the air. She was electrifying, and she wondered why she hadn’t noticed this before.
“It is also important to release those feelings in a healthy way. Talk to someone about it. A friend will always be there to help you out.” Celestia had paused to look at Twilight when she said the last sentence.
Twilight, though, did not hear her.
She was too fixated on Celestia herself to notice her words. Her quill was writing still, but she had unconsciously altered her magic and had had the quill transcribe Celestia’s words for her while she stared. Celestia’s eyes bore into her own, and she lost herself in them. She felt like they were hypnotic, and she was in a trance. Looking back at that moment later, she might have been. Because she didn’t realize what she was doing.
She leaned up to Celestia, and without giving any rational thought to the action, kissed her. On the mouth.
The kiss wasn’t long. It was long enough to be a kiss and not a peck, but not long enough to be a deep kiss. What roused her from her reverie was the sound of nineteen ponies all gasping at the same time. A massive intake of air, like the entire room had become a vacuum. And then, Twilight pulled away in a heady daze before she realized what she had just done. She wanted to apologize, to beg for forgiveness, but she was frozen in shock by her own actions. She held her breath.
Celestia looked surprised too, but then, she just smiled and continued on with the lesson. She knew exactly what was going on.
Celestia had noticed Twilight’s growing frustration. She had thought it something to do with the Estrus cycle. One might have wondered why this had occurred with her, and also why it had not happened before now. Celestia thought she could explain that. It happened with her because she was not a member of Twilight’s family like her parents, brother, and Spike. She wouldn’t let anyone she didn’t consider a friend touch her at all. So that was the explanation that fit. As to why it hadn’t happened before now, Celestia thought she knew that answer too. Twilight was only just now beginning to notice stallions. She would never talk to one by her own accord, and she certainly wouldn’t kiss one. With this new opening of her eyes came a desire she likely did not want to admit to, so she repressed it until the desire took a hold of her on it’s own.
So Twilight had kissed her.
It wasn’t unpleasant to her. She thought of it as a sort of compliment that she was the one Twilight trusted with that. But she would never harbor any romantic intention toward her most faithful student. That would be wrong. She doubted Twilight harbored any feelings toward her of that nature either. In the height of the estrus, her mind had likened her love for Celestia to a romantic one, combined it with lust, and then the kiss happened. One, Two, Three.
Well, that was that.
After class, Celestia took it upon herself to comfort her petrified student, and assured her that she was not angry, disgusted, or any other negative adjective running in Twilight’s mind. She explained to her about the Estrus cycle, and while Twilight had certainly read about it before in textbooks, knowing that was what she was experiencing was an entirely different matter. Celestia had assured her that everything going on with her was normal, and that it would pass. Twilight had stammered a thank you and left hurriedly, but not before Celestia called out to her that she would have something for her in her tower that night.
So that night, Celestia sat on her throne, and used a bit of magic. She created a pony, a sort of mannequin or something of that ilk, and made it feel real. A stallion, with a blue coat, brown hair, and violet eyes similar to hers was created. It knew how to speak. And it was enchanted to make whomever spoke with it instantaneously attracted to it. She sent the teenaged stallion off to her student’s room with a tray of tea. Twilight could explore these emotions without repercussions.
After all, it was her duty as a teacher to educate her most faithful student- even if it wasn’t about magic and was simply about desire.
