With the lights off and her concentration slipping, Twilight Sparkle slowly leafed through her most recent find from the Canterlot library. It had been held in a special walled-off section toward Celestia's own private reading room, and though it had been under lock and key, Twilights intense curiosity had eventually overruled her law-abiding nature. She had used her substantial mental prowess to delicately pick the lock on the door, and then the cabinet protecting the book itself.
It had an unassuming cover – simple green softwood with a metal trim - the thickness and apparent secrecy were the elements that sparked Twilight's interest. What possible secrets could this book hold that required such defences against trespassers? With luck, she should be able to read the entire thing and get it back under lock and key before anypony noticed. Unbeknownst to Ms. Sparkle, several guards had already passed by and seen exactly what she was doing, yet were under orders to allow the Princess' young protégé full access to the vast cavern of books that was the Canterlot library.
“Ugh, there's nothing here!” Twilight spoke aloud, surprising herself.
She thought there must be some kind of forbidden knowledge in such a secret tome, but it was just a book on pony anatomy. The only differences between this book and all the other anatomy books she had read were the author and the pictures. The pictures were not sketches, but full colour photographs, and the author was none other than Celestia herself!
“Why would Princess Celestia waste her time writing a silly old book like this?” she whispered. Confusion swirling through her mind, she looked on: “Most of this book is just photographs of ponies, their flanks and sexual organs.”
As her eyes came to rest on a particular mare, with a purple coat and familiar tail, she saw the cutie mark and realised it was...her!
“There are thirty pages of...me?” Twilight didn't know how to feel – fearful that she was somehow under surveillance by the Crown, overjoyed at Celestia's deep interest in her, or simply bucking confused!
She settled on the third option, and closed the book. Looking at the pictures of herself had made her feel strange, it was familiar, having felt the same thing during the sleepover with Applejack and Rarity, the train ride where she was sleeping in the same carriage as all her friends, and that one time she accidentally sat on Spike. Well, now that she thought about it, she might have done that more than once, maybe accidentally-on-purpose...
Twilight reached a hoof down toward her flank, noticing a damp feeling on the the rug beneath her rump. It was a wide, warm wet patch with an accompanying smell. Though she could not place the scent, it made her feel agitated even more so, she felt like there was something she badly needed to do, but had no idea what. Desperate for answers, Twilight again opened the book and intently looked through the deep, thick tome for some idea of what to do about this.
On every page from the middle onward were images of ponies touching themselves, and sometimes others – stallions, mares, even what appeared to be older colts and fillies! The photographs looked as though they had been taken primarily at night, and lacked the benefit of flash photography. Was this an ancient book, or did Celestia not know how to use a camera properly? The perspective looked awkward as well, often with leaves or twigs poking into view and obscuring the periphery near the border. It was almost as though the Princess had been undercover when taking these photographs...but why could that be? She was...she was the Princess – the sweetest, kindest, most powerful and well-liked alicorn in all of Equestria.
Using her expert abilities for reading books, Twilight Sparkle scanned each page in only a few seconds for all the details she could find, absolutely anything that she could apply to her current situation. She found just such a thing in the bottom right image on page forty-seven: one of the mares in the photo was leaking a similar fluid to that which Twilight felt on the rug under her. With a start, she realised that the fluid must be coming from her!
“The fluid on the rug...is generated by me...and this pony...when we feel like this.” Twilight quickly put the clues together, (this was just like one of her mystery books!) and kept going: “The pony in the book is lying on her back with her hoof on...oh.”
Twilight realised that she had read about this before in Basic Equine Anatomy: An Inexperienced Mare's Guide, 27th edition. This was mas...mastar....mastrab...why couldn't she remember the name of that activity? The growing sensation in her loins was distracting her and making it so very difficult to think.
“Ohhh, I have to do something about this soon, or else I won't be able to learn anything else!” she whined, visibly upset. Matsu...mustard...mare rub...mastur...bation? Masturbation! That was it! The book said it was a sexual activity that induced a pleasurable sensation in the pony engaging in it. But the book hadn't said anything about how to do it, nor did it have such explicit pictures. With an exasperated sigh, Twilight turned back to the book for clues on what to do, noticing a wealth of information surrounding this “masturbating” pony.
Wait.
This is Celestia's book...
“Celestia is...taking photos from the bushes, under cover of darkness, of ponies engaged in...sexual activity?” Twilight whispered to herself in a worried tone. “There's a word for that, but I can't remember what it is either. I think a book said it's a crime.” she yelped. One of the passing guards overheard and considered going to help, but he had heard that the penalty for disturbing a Unicorn while he or she was trying to read was unpleasant at best, and so thought better of it.
Twilight decided to bring this up with the Princess later, as she didn't want her beloved friend and mentor to get in trouble with the law! Come to think of it, wasn't Celestia the highest authority in the land anyway? “Never mind, never mind. I'll talk to her about this later, but for now...” she lifted a shaking hoof, and gently stroked her nether-regions. Far from lowering intensity of the oddly warming sensation, her actions seemed to raise it considerably.
With her free hand, Twilight Sparkle – friend and protégé of Princess Celestia herself – slowly turned page after page in the Tome of Secret Butt Fun, stroking herself all the while, increasing the rate at which she was soiling the rug of this royal library, her pleasure rising ever quicker.
Eventually her eyes, maddened with anticipation, confusion, desire, came to rest upon an image of Princess Celestia! She was presenting her hindquarters to the camera lens, her buttocks glistening with the same type of fluid flowing from Twilight onto the library floor at this very moment. Twilight could not describe the emotion she felt when viewing that photograph, but she did know the physical pleasure it gave her was immeasurable by her own standards.
She noticed her hoof was rubbing harder and faster, and her hips had started bucking of their own accord, gently driving her arm down lower and lower, until she reached the source of the moisture and the front part of her hoof slipped inside.
It hurt! But there was another sensation deep within the pain – one that made her push in despite herself – one that overpowered, and overcame, and overruled the mildness of the ache. She didn't notice the audible groaning emanating from her, nor did she notice the guard at the library window in the hall pressing his ear to the window while rubbing himself on a nearby table. Her whole world was this feeling right now, and as she thought she had reached her ultimate zenith of physical sensation, an explosion of pure physical pleasure and sensual emotion overtook her completely, both paralysing and causing her body to spasm uncontrollably. Twilight thought she was going to die, but “If I have to go out, this is the best way to go!” she managed.
Ten minutes later, and Twilight Sparkle, bereft of curiosity and tired from that heavy exertion, closed the book.
The rug was thoroughly soiled, both from sweat and her “other” secretions. Involuntarily, she found herself drifting off to sleep: “No, I have to get this back to the secret section.” she tried to whisper, but it was too late, and she immediately fell into a deep, satisfied, sleep.
“Princess Celestia ma'am!” the guard burst out as soon as he entered her private chambers, eager to give the princess this news as quickly as possibly: “Your student, Ms. Sparkle, is in trouble at the palace library!”
Celestia's ears perked up immediately. “No one fucks with my bitch!” Celestia shouted as she equipped her twin Mac-10's and called her handler on the phone. “I need guns, lots of guns.” as the princess said this, a huge corridor of weapons appeared in front of her, and she immediately grabbed the nearest dildo cannon she could find.
“Right, guard, shove this up my royal pussy and fire at will!”
“Yes ma'am!”
The dildo in question was at least four feet long, covered in large dimples, and was attached to an odd mechanism twice that length. The guard slowly but forcefully inserted it into the royal pussy, took aim, and prepared to fire. When that guard pressed the big red button, the dildo cannon fired, sending the ruler, and largest pony in Equestria flying through the air at breakneck speed, her personal lubricant spraying behind her in an epic orgasm of pleasure, almost the first rocket-propelled pony in all Equestria!
Celestia used her ample wings to glide down to the library, where...
...TO BE CONTINUED!
