Stress Relief, Both Old-Fashioned and Strange
"The sun has been lowered, and the moon raised." Celestia thought to herself as she absent-mindedly made her way down the hall. She was focused on running through her mental checklist, making sure she hadn't forgotten anything before bed. My evening tea should be waiting in my room when I arrive. And there it is! I'll need to speak to Raven about getting that squeaky wheel fixed. she added, hearing the cart around the corner ahead. "The last thing I need to do tonight is put Twilight Sparkle to bed."
The little purple unicorn—whom she'd taken on immediately after her school's entrance exam, less than a full moon earlier—was a most diligent student. Overzealous, even, Celestia might say. She'd almost always read herself to sleep by this time of evening. Or nearly done so, which meant her father would carry her home over his back. Except for when she would spend the night here in the castle, to accommodate early morning tutoring sessions. Then Celestia got the honor of tucking the filly into bed.
Quietly cracking the door and peeking into the room, Celestia was surprised to not see Twilight at the table, though not much, or for long. After all, she was probably just in the bathroom. Still, complacency was a bad habit for anypony, so the Celestia entered the suite, planning to double-check.
To her renewed surprise, however, she found Twilight asleep in her bed, clutching her smartypants doll. "That's the second time this week." Celestia thought, surprised. And a little bothered. While she admittedly didn't know the filly very well yet, Celestia did think her behavior had changed over the last few days. Her attention had wandered a few times during their lessons, and while that could have conceivably been written off in a few different ways, her frantic apologies when it was pointed out ruled most of them out.
As Celestia approached the bed, she considered the possibility that Twilight might be coming down with something. It was getting on towards that time of year, after all. And while the school that bore her name was full of students who were exceptional in many ways, when it came to illnesses, they were just like any other foals.
With that in mind, Celestia pressed her lips to Twilight's forehead, just below her horn. She let them linger there, checking her temperature, as her magic smoothed the bedding out. The highly sensitive skin of her lips told her that the purple filly was 38.01 degrees. So she wasn't sick. At least not physically.
There were still a few other possibilities, but the princess knew that further investigation would require her student to be awake. Which meant waiting until morning, at the soonest. More likely, she would have to wait until tomorrow afternoon, during or after their class.
So, after quickly checking on Spike, to make sure he was also okay, Celestia headed to her rooms, through the shared bathroom. At the time this section of the castle was built, she'd been expected to collect a harem, and these rooms were meant for those members not sharing her bed on a particular night. However, while grieving the loss of her sister, Celestia had stopped hiring ponies strictly for sexual purposes. So for almost a millennium, this suite had belonged to her few consorts, who used it for sleeping, since a younger Celestia had been a very restless and active sleeper.
"Hah, younger. As if any pony could ever describe nine-hundred years old as anything but 'less ancient'. It's not as though I'm a dragon, after all." Celestia thought, reflecting on the past. She was a little surprised to realize that it had been almost seven hundred years since she'd taken a single, dedicated consort. She knew that she had trouble with commitment, and mostly just partnered up with guards or the castle staff when the mood took her. Or the occasional visitor. Though her relationships with her students did almost always take on sexual aspects as they got older, usually starting in their early teens. While ponies could start having sex as soon as they got their cutie marks, Celestia preferred to give potential partners some time to figure out their tastes on their own.
Pulling herself back into the here and now, Celestia poured a cup of tea, and waited for Raven to go over her schedule for the next day.
The next evening found student and teacher in the massive, sunken bathtub between their bedrooms, quietly contemplating the events of the lesson they'd finished not long before. Celestia had noticed Twilight's attention wandering again, but instead of shrugging it off, she'd confronted her student about it. After several minutes of patient coaxing, and promises to not be mad, Twilight had finally admitted that she was homesick. Although Celestia had been the one to put a proper name to the collection of symptoms.
She was not surprised at all by this. After all, Twilight normally only stayed over at the castle but once a week, going home six nights out of seven. But her parents were currently in Baltimare on a business trip. One which Celestia had insisted they extend into at least a short vacation, to give themselves time to recover from being turned into plants. Transmutation was always a shock to the system, and the more different the new form was from the old, the harder it was. Add in that it had happened without consent or preparation, and Celestia was surprised and impressed that they hadn't had a breakdown already. So as a result, Twilight had been living in the castle for the last ten days, and would be here at least four more.
The silence between student and teacher stretched on comfortably, as Celestia's bath attendants worked on her. One pegasus was scrubbing her flanks while the other was lathering her chest. Little Twilight was soaking in the shallow end, having been scrubbed clean first, along with baby Spike. It saddened Celestia, to see the filly who'd pronked around her so joyously only weeks earlier now floating listlessly, missing her absent family. She suddenly remembered that not all of her student's family was so far away.
Celestia called out, and Twilight flipped rightside up, turning to look at her. Her eyes were curious, but not as eager as Celestia had gotten used to.
"Yes, Princess?"
"Would you like for me to have your brother come up?" Celestia asked. As a lieutenant in the guard, Celestia could have him posted anywhere she chose. Including as a personal guard to her student. Not permanently, of course, since he'd only recently graduated the ROTC, but for a night or two…or four, it was an acceptable stretching of her authority.
"His unit is on a training mission this week, Princess. But thank you, anyway." Twilight said.
"Oh, that was this this week." Celestia thought, a little disappointed in herself for not remembering. It was ridiculous, of course. She had an entire nation to run; she could hardly be blamed for losing some specific details in the general crush of information. But all the logic and justifications in existence couldn't make a whit of difference to a pony's feelings.
"Besides, I don't think that would help much." Twilight continued, her ears wilting slightly. Then she perked up before almost frantically adding, "Don't get me wrong, I mean, Shiny's great! The best BBBFF a pony could ask for! But…" Twilight trailed off with a sigh.
"I understand, my little pony." Celestia assured her. "He's not the family member you miss most." His unit had only left the day before yesterday, and the siblings had spent a few hours together the evening before. "And it's not just the ponies you miss, either. It's the patterns and habits. The rhythms of home. If there's anything you can think of that might help, just let me know. I'd be glad to help, any way I can."
"Princess Celestia, have you ever been homesick?"Twilight asked cautiously.
"Of course. I've lived long enough to have to move more than a few times."
"How, um, how did you deal with it?"
"By finding the similarities between my new home and my old, and focusing on them." Celestia answered. "Or making some."
"Oh." Twilight said thoughtfully, and silence fell again.
After a couple minutes, the pegasus scrubbing her chest moved to her left wing, to start preening it. At the same time, her wife moved from the princess's flank to her other wing. Celestia just spread her wings and enjoyed the sensual pleasures. The feel of warm lips tugging and nudging her feathers. Of teeth nibbling around the join of skin and shaft. Of tongues brushing over the barbs, making sure they were properly aligned.
"Tongues. There's an idea." Celestia thought, soaking in the pulsing warmth of her arousal as much as the hot water. "I'll bring it up after we finish bathing."
"Um, Princess?" Twilight spoke up a few minutes later, flipping upright again.
"Yes, Twilight?"
"Would you, um…be willing to, uh…to, uh…"
"To what, my dear student?"
"To…swallow…me." Twilight mumbled, her mouth only a hair above the water line.
"My mother always said that if I wore a silly expression too long, my face would get stuck that way, but I don't think she really believed it would ever happen." Celestia thought wryly, as her ears twitched and her near-omnipresent, calm smile froze in place. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I caught that." she fibbed. Her pegasus hearing had caught every word, but the surprise left her in disbelief for a moment.
"Would you...swallow me?" Twilight repeated. Glancing up at the princess's face, Twilight saw the confusion forming, and rushed to answer the question she expected was coming. "It's just, I'd never even heard of that kind of thing before, so after I saw you eat Holly, I talked to her about it. About what it was like, and why she'd want to do that. And she said it felt amazing. Like the world's best hug and massage all in one. And being surrounded by you, soaking in your aura, and love, and everything. And, and, and...And I thought, maybe...it might help me feel better." she said, her explanation winding down near the end.
"If you think it will help, I'm willing to try." Celestia nodded, before admitting, "Honestly, I'd hoped to convince you to try it someday, though I didn't expect it to be nearly this soon." Celestia was an avid practitioner of vore, never going more than a week without eating at least one pony. She also enjoyed introducing others to the its pleasures. Especially her various students. Her fondness had probably contributed to its popularity amongst her little ponies. There were, in fact, vorestaurants in many cities, and there were at least a dozen in Canterlot, alone. (There was even something of an unofficial belief that a place couldn't be considered a proper city without at least one.) It was estimated that forty to fifty percent of ponies had tried it, and many of them enjoyed it. More often than not for the reasons Twilight had mentioned. While the number of ponies who enjoyed it sexually was a minority, it was a large minority, and Celestia was one of them. Despite that...
"But you should know, Twilight, that vore is not for everypony. While a great many ponies enjoy it, many others cannot. They find the idea too scary to go through with it. Especially the first time." Celestia explained. "And there's nothing wrong with that. At your age especially, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised or disappointed if you don't feel up to going through with it. The last thing I want is to make you feel worse than you already do."
"I know, Princess." Twilight said seriously. "My parents explained how important consent is, and that it's my Harmony-given right to grant or withdraw mine, at any time, for any reason. And Candance made sure I understood that that was a Law, to which there were no exceptions. Not even her or you. But I still want to try it."
"Well, I am glad that you are so brave, my little student, but just in case, I won't get my hopes too high." Celestia said, reinforcing the idea that there would be no pressure on the little filly, should she change her mind. It was something she always had to be careful of with her partners, especially the younger ones. "That said, there is one thing I would like to try before that." she added, as one of her bath attendants started nosing under her dock. She casually flicked her tail, and the corporeal strands hidden by the excess magical flows lightly struck the pegasus' flank, letting her know that that particular service would not be necessary tonight.
"What is it, Princess?"
"Something my mother used to do for me, when I was feeling down."
"You had a mother?"' Twilight said incredulously.
"Why, of course." Celestia answered, smiling indulgently. "I didn't appear out of nowhere, formed of the light of Equestria's first dawn. There are a great many more true stories out there than you would probably believe, but that's not one of them. I was born a normal pony, like you."
"Really? You were? When? Where? And what happened to the rest of the alicorn tribe?' Twilight's questions came rapidfire, the look in her eyes having rapidly changed from complete shock to the burning curiosity that Celestia was more used to.
"Ah, foals. Her whole world was just turned upside down, and she's already recovered. If only grown ponies could be so resilient." Celestia mused, before starting to tell Twilight about her youth. About being born a unicorn in a now-forgotten small town on the border of Old Unicornia. About not getting her cutie mark until she was half-again Twilight's age, making her nearly full-grown, by the standards of the age. It had come during the exodus to the fledgeling nation of Equestria. The group of unicorns who raised the sun had taken to making a show of it for the downtrodden refugees. It had taken Celestia over a century to realize that there had been more to it than just entertainment, though. The Twilight Coterie, as they were called, had been looking for any who might be strong enough to join their ranks. They'd already found a few before her village had joined the caravan.
Then they found something they could never have expected.
The third morning Celestia had watched them, her magic had just reached out of its own accord, brushing aside the strength of over half a dozen of the most powerful mages of the day, to lift the sun effortlessly. Chaos had ensued, and once it had all settled down, Celestia had stood head and neck taller than before, with limbs and magics she didn't have the first inkling of how to deal with—much less use—and suns on her flanks.
As she told her tale, Princess Celestia glossed over the negative reactions most ponies had had to a winged unicorn appearing in their midst, out of nowhere. She told Twilight that Clover the Clever had told everypony present that the appearance of a pony who embodied the strengths off all three tribes—or "all-in-one-icorn", as ponies soon took to calling her—had been prophesied as the harbinger of a golden age for all of ponykind, without mentioning that that may have been the only thing that saved her from who knew what fate her former tribe might have inflicted on her.
As teacher and student waded out of the bath, and started drying themselves off, Celestia continued her story, telling Twilight how Princess Platinum herself had elevated Celestia's mother to the nobility, and taken her as a lady in waiting. But as she brushed her fur, she didn't mention that it had been done at Clover's behest, to protect the mare from those who still held their tribalist views dear.
"You've met young Blueblood, haven't you, Twilight?" Celestia suddenly asked. When the purple filly nodded, she continued, "His line descended from my mother, and that's why he calls me Auntie."
"So, you had a sister, then?" Twilight asked innocently, as she moved her towel to her mane. "Or a brother?" she added excitedly. Celestia mostly managed to hide her wince, though she desperately wanted to kick herself for not realizing the obvious direction that comment would lead.
"Sisters. Three." she admitted a moment later, carefully controlling her tone, to hide the pain of the old wound.
"Did they become alicorns, too?" Twilight asked, from under her towel. "No, wait. If they had, then they'd still be here. Sorry. Oh! What about Cadance? She calls you Auntie, too. Is she descended from one of them?"
"No, none of my mother's other children ascended." Celestia answered honestly, while carefully sidestepping the whole truth. Fortunately, the towel still covered Twilight's eyes, so she didn't see Celestia's flick upwards. While she and her dear Luna had never shared a single drop of blood, it had never mattered one whit to them. "As for Cadance, I couldn't say. My mother's family spread far and wide over the following centuries, so it's possible that she could be found, somewhere far back in Cadance's lineage. I'd like to believe so, at least. Tell me, Twilight," Celestia said, suddenly changing the topic back to more relevant matters. "Have either of your parents ever groomed you?"
"Groomed me, Princess?" Twilight asked, tilting her head. She'd just set her towel aside, and had been about to grab her brush, but the sudden change of topic distracted her. "I don't think so." she said slowly. "I mean, they help me with my mane, sometimes, if we're going out somewhere fancy, but I've bathed and brushed myself for a few years, now."
"Then no, they haven't." Celestia said. "If they had, you'd know. I'm not surprised, though. It's very old-fashioned, and has fallen out of practice over the last…You know, I can't recall the last time I heard anypony talk about it." Celestia admitted.
"What is it?"
"Come with me and I'll show you, my dear student."
"But, I still need to brush my mane and—"
"It doesn't matter tonight. Especially if I do end up eating you." Celestia pointed out, an amused smile on her muzzle.
"But, but…"
"Come along, Twilight." the huge alicorn said, lowering her head and gently grabbing her student in her mouth.
"PRINCESS!" the filly yelped, getting picked up by the scruff of her neck. She didn't squirm, though. Experienced teeth had found just the right place to grip, to render her limp. Celestia hadn't needed to use this skill in decades, but some things a pony just never forgot, it would seem.
"Relax." the princess mumbled around her mouthful, as her horn lit up to open the door to her bedchamber. As she strode through, she opened her wardrobe, taking out a vial and a pill.
Climbing onto her bed, Celestia got herself settled before putting her still-sputtering student down. The filly collapsed onto her belly, her legs not regaining their strength in time to keep her on her hooves.
"Now, Twilight, if you want me to eat you, you'll need to swallow this pill." Celestia said, levitating the off-white tablet in front of her student's face.
"I know, Princess. I researched vore after I saw you eat Holly." the studious filly replied. "The Prey Pill, as it's commonly known, will alter my body so I can breathe in your stomach, and it'll make my hooves and horn soft and flexible, so they don't tear up the inside of your throat on my way down."
"That's right. Now say 'ah'."
Twilight did, sticking out her tongue, and Celestia placed the pill on it. A mouthful of the fizzy, orange potion helped her wash it down. The Predator Potion was the second magical reagent needed to make vore not just safe, but possible at all. It not only helped Twilight swallow the pill—which was about the size of one of her molars—but it activated it, so it could start working.
Once Celestia was sure the pill had been swallowed, she drank the rest of quart jar's contents, so it could get to work on her. It would replace her stomach acid, so that her prey wouldn't be hurt. It would also allow her jaw, throat, and stomach to stretch far enough to hold the filly. It allowed a petite mare to stretch enough to swallow the average stallion, and Celestia had been known to swallow two of her guards at once, on more than one occasion, so little Twilight would be no problem whatsoever.
"And now we wait." Twilight said, with just the slightest nervous tremble in her voice.
"No, now I groom you, my dear." the princess corrected, giving her student a quick peck on the nose, which turned into a long lick up the length of her muzzle, from her upper lip to the base of her horn.
"Ack! Princess!" Twilight giggled, squirming.
"Shh. Don't speak." Celestia murmured softly, pinning the filly with her leg, before licking her face again, slightly to the right of the first time. "Just relax." Another lick, a little further to the right. "And let me," A fourth, a little further. "Make you," A fifth, this one right across the cheek. "Feel better." And a sixth, her broad tongue curving around the bottom of the tiny jaw.
Celestia's tongue then returned to the middle of Twilight's face, before working down the opposite side. From there, she moved to the base of her student's horn, her tongue working out from the fluted growth. This was followed by a few licks to one ear, which folded under the pressure applied, and flicked away as it disappeared. Then she licked the inside of the pinna.
Twilight had been mostly still until now, since the grooming had felt nice, and was surprisingly relaxing. But the damp feeling inside her ear made her try to squirm away again.
"Princeessss." she whined.
"Shhh." Celestia repeated, smoothly moving to run her tongue down Twilight's neck, against the grain of her fur. After covering the whole area, she worked her way back up, making sure to catch the base of the mane with every stroke. Reaching the top of Twilight's skull, Celestia didn't break her rhythm in the slightest as her tongue once more swiped inside the purple ear. She effortlessly followed Twilight's head as it jerked away, licking the top of her skull and ignoring the whimper.
Once she was satisfied with what she'd done so far, Celestia nudged Twilight around a little, and repeated her actions, grooming the right side of her head and neck. And when she was done with the fur, she moved her focus to the mane which was now sticking up in all directions. She spent nearly a minute alternately lipping and nibbling at the roots.
The gentle tugging and scratching was even nicer and more relaxing than the licking had been, and Twilight was soon sighing and nickering in pleasure. Which became a disappointed groan when the mouth left her neck, though the tongue running over her withers was a nice enough replacement.
Twilight kept slipping further into her contented stupor as the broad tongue was drug over her fur again and again, the almost hypnotic feelings drifting across her shoulder. She woke up slightly when Celestia nosed at her withers, spinning her partway around, but the feeling of the damp appendage running down her side soon put her back under. Even feeling her fur being rubbed the wrong away, against the grain, wasn't as unpleasant as she expected. It was a minor irritant, just enough to make having it put right a swipe or two later feel even better.
Celestia took her time grooming the filly's shoulder and side, before slipping her hoof between the tiny forelegs. She lifted the top one, and worked her tongue up towards the hoof, one slow swipe at a time. She even licked the frog once or twice, making the filly giggle and squirm. The innocent, joyous sound made Celestia stop for a second, to indulge in a pleased smile.
Then Celestia returned to her grooming, running her tongue over the ribs. She worked her way down the body slowly, pausing to pay extra attention to the small flank, with its starburst cutie mark. The stimulation of the extremely sensitive area made Twilight's tail twitch, and the first hints of filly arousal snuck into Celestia's nose. The alicorn ignored it though, just moving to Twilight's right hindleg.
When she finished with Twilight's exposed side, Celestia worked her muzzle between the silky bedspread and the tiny body, before flipping the filly over, making her yelp in surprise. She then used her hooves to reposition the filly with her back to the alicorn again, and started grooming the newly exposed side.
Some minutes later, Celestia finished with Twilight's body, and positioned her so she was sitting upright, whereupon she started licking the filly's tail. Once she was satisfied with the condition of the blue and pink strands, she started nibbling the dock, just like she had with the mane, earlier. She took her time, rotating the filly with nudges of her head as she went.
When Celestia finished with Twilight's dock, the filly was laying on her back, her legs spread wide, and Celestia started up the little body. She began by running her tongue over Twilight's hind-end two or three times, tasting the sweet, fresh arousal on the pouty lips, with just a musty hint of the thoroughly-cleaned ponut. But like the scent earlier, Celestia paid it no real mind.
Instead, she moved to the filly's belly. The ticklish sensation set her squirming again, with another peal of giggles. Celestia didn't let this deter her, and she moved up her belly, with quick detours up each of her hindlegs, covering the areas she couldn't reach before. Then Celestia raised her upper body and scooted forward so she was sitting over her young charge maternally, as though protecting her from anything that might threaten her.
Lowering her head, Celestia's grooming moved to Twilight's chest, and again, she detoured up the filly's legs on her way up. Then she scooted a little further forward as her tongue moved up to Twilight's neck, and finally, her chin. She finished with a quick peck on her chin.
After a second or two of no more licking, Twilight came out of her stupor and looked up at the princess, who was smiling down at her. Despite the fond smile, Twilight could see the question in her eyes, and in the slight angling of her head. Smiling back contentedly, but with a hint of mostly hidden nerves, she lifted her hooves to Princess Celestia's face. She tilted her head up and cautiously pressed her lips to Celestia's.
Closing her eyes, Celestia leaned into the kiss. She let Twilight control where it led, as she usually did when her partner was this young. And as she always did, her first time with anypony. She was an extremely powerful immortal, who'd ruled the nation alone for a thousand years. There was no way that didn't put some pressure on any partner, especially a foal who'd only recently earned their mark. So Celestia did everything she could to minimize the pressure she'd never be able to fully eliminate.
For a while, the kiss remained a tender melding of lips. Eventually though, Twilight pulled back. Her neck was getting stiff, and she wanted to change position. So she slowly rolled onto her front, got to her hooves, and turned to face Princess Celestia, who'd settled back onto her belly. Like this, she was almost a head taller than the princess, which still struck her as slightly off. Which was better than the first time she'd noticed it, when it had nearly struck her down. The princess had had to spend several minutes reassuring her that she quite enjoyed not being twice as tall as everypony around her, once in a while.
Putting her thoughts of discomfort aside, Twilight leaned in to kiss the princess again. This kiss started as gentle as the last, with Twilight lifting one hoof to caress Celestia's face, and a moment later, one of Celestia's bare hooves rose to stroke her purple flank in turn. After all, not taking the reins was not the same thing as being a dead fish, no matter what some foolish ponies might think. "Stand fast and think of Equestria," had always struck Celestia as a generally piss-poor attitude to take. Unless one was rushed or exhausted, of course, but neither was the case here.
After a few strokes, Twilight felt her tail lift, and she worked up her nerve enough to peek her tongue out of her mouth. She wasn't usually so shy with her partners, but this was a princess! And not Cadance, her foalsitter, who she barely remembered was a princess most of the time, but Princess Celestia! She was deep-kissing Princess Celestia. "Wait, her tongue is actually in my mouth!" Twilight realized. "I'm making out with my teacher, Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria! Our tongues are touching, and her hoof is rubbing my cutie-mark!"
As her arousal flared, and her pussy winked, Twilight's tongue played with Princess Celestia's more exuberantly. Until Twilight realized how sloppy her tongue-work was becoming, and what Cadance had said about that. Blushing, she tried to pay more attention to what her tongue was doing. It was a little difficult though, since Celestia's tongue was so much bigger than anypony else's that Twilight had made out with.
A moment later, Celestia brought her other forehoof up, and Twilight moaned as both of her cutie-marks were massaged. In return, she pulled back slowly, sucking Celestia’s tongue. Judging from the new scent of arousal that was tickling her nose, Cadance hadn’t been exaggerating about that being a major turn-on for the elder princess. Especially with the way Celestia pulled her into another kiss.
The sudden movement, plus the feeling of Celestia’s hoof moving to her hind-end, made Twilight think she was about to be shoved straight down Princess Celestia’s throat. And while that shocked her, the hard wink her pussy gave made it clear that her heart wasn’t beating so fast just from fear. Part of her wanted it. So she leaned into the kiss, as the big hoof behind her started rubbing circles around her clit.
But Celestia seemed to misread her intent, and instead of opening wide, the princess merely leaned into the kiss herself, deepening it. Which was nice, especially since she also sped up the movement of her hoof, and pressed the frog a little more firmly against the wet flesh. But it wasn’t what Twilight wanted, or what she thought the princess wanted. So Twilight gripped the white muzzle in both hooves, and pushed her lips harder against Celestia’s. And when the princess only pulled back slightly, she opened her eyes, curious.
It took a second or two more for Celestia to open hers too, but when Twilight looked into the pink eyes, she saw more than just lust. She saw care. Care and concern. Celestia wanted her to enjoy this as much as she could. So Twilight started pushing back against the hoof rubbing her. Between the feel of the silky-soft frog on her clit, the look in the princess’s eyes, and the fact that it was Princess Celestia kissing her and groping her, Twilight came in less than a minute. When she did, she broke the kiss to moan squeakily.
Celestia kept rubbing the puffy, heated flesh until Twilight’s orgasm passed. When it had, she brought her hoof to her mouth and licked it clean. She did it slowly, erotically. Putting on a show for Twilight, even though the filly was too busy recovering to pay attention at first. When the half-closed, amaranth eyes opened the rest of the way and looked up, they went wide, and the dark tail twitched with renewed arousal. And Princess Celestia’s sensitive ears even picked up the wet sound of Twilight’s pussy winking again.
Once her hoof was clean, the princess gently took the filly’s face in both hooves, and pulled her into another kiss. A second or two later, Celestia pulled her a little further into the kiss. Then even further, and as she held Twilight in place, her mouth opened, spreading around the little, purple muzzle.
By the time Twilight realized what was happening, half her head was in Celestia’s mouth, and she had to close her eyes to keep the princess’s lips off them. When she did realize, she jerked slightly, worried. But a second or two later, she noticed that apart from the overwhelming scent of minty citrus, like orange-flavored toothpaste, she was breathing normally. She also noticed teeth gently pressing against her forehead and chin, but not hard enough to hurt. The feel of a tongue on the bottom of her chin caught her attention next, though after the earlier grooming, she didn’t pay it much mind.
After a few seconds, Twilight noticed she wasn’t going any further. She quickly realized that Celestia may have mistaken her startled twitch for her changing her mind. To reassure her, Twilight raised her hooves and stroked the princess’s cheeks once or twice, before gripping them and pulling herself in past her horn.
Feeling her horn bend was very strange. It actually reminded her of trying to reshape a lock of gelled mane. Like last Nightmare Night, when Shiney had dressed up as the Power Ponies villain, the Sinister Stallion. But what was stranger was feeling her nose press against the back of Celestia’s throat. When she tried to breathe in, she found her nose was half-blocked. So she opened her mouth to get enough air, and the orange-mint flavor coated her tongue. It was so strong, she almost spit, just out of habit.
The sudden appearance of faint light around the edges of her vision made Twilight realize her eyes hadn’t been closed, like she’d thought. That it was just that dark. Then it was again, as damp heat encompassed her forehooves, and Celestia closed her mouth around them.
“MMMM!”
Celestia’s moan of pleasure vibrated through Twilight’s tiny body, even as the princess’s hooves gripped her flanks and pushed her deeper. It was almost uncomfortably loud, even with her ears crammed flat against her skull. So was the sound of Celestia swallowing, as Twilight’s muzzle slipped into her throat. On the bright side, her nose was no longer blocked, so she could at least breathe comfortably.
After another couple of swallows, with Princess Celestia playfully nibbling her body as it passed her lips, Twilight stopped moving again. She was up to her shoulders in Celestia’s throat, with her legs still sticking out of her mouth. There was a moment of confusion, before the princess’s tongue wedged itself between her thighs to lick the fleshy bulb there. As the big tongue continued awkwardly caressing her pussy, Twilight remembered that when she’d asked them about it, Holly Jolly and Cadance had both told her that Princess Celestia liked to orally pleasure the ponies she ate.
Twilight was soon surprised at how quickly her orgasm was approaching. With the princess having to fold her tongue to fit it between her trapped thighs, Twilight had at first expected it to take a lot longer. Yet despite that, and despite the mild physical discomforts, it only took a couple minutes for Twilight to cum again. After which, Celestia licked her once or twice more, before starting to swallow again.
With a single gulp, Celestia closed her lips behind her student’s hooves, and with two more, the filly was entirely in her throat. For a minute, the princess just lay on her bed, enjoying the stretch as Twilight made her way down to her stomach.
For her part, Twilight enjoyed the massage as peristalsis moved her along. Combined with the darkness, the full-body pressure was relaxing, not that Twilight was feeling very stressed, after her two previous orgasms. Before that she could be lulled too far by the rippling muscles, her muzzle bumped into something. Her mind automatically identified it as the esophageal sphincter, evan as the ring of muscle opened to let her through. Seconds later, she was deposited in Princess Celestia’s stomach, splashing down in the orange-scented potion. Without stopping to think about it, she got to her hooves, splashing in the fetlock-deep pool.
As another moan reverberated the world around her, Twilight considered the experience so far. Ultimately, it wasn’t great. The dark didn’t really bother her much, but it was a little disconcerting, and would probably get more so. The pressure applied by the throat and stomach walls wasn’t enough to be unpleasant, but the way her ears and tail were being held against her head and body would get uncomfortable eventually, too. The minty-cold orange scent was definitely too strong to be pleasant, but she was well on her way to tuning it out, now. The deep, wet throbbing of Princess Celestia’s slightly accelerated heartbeat was calming, but loud. And the steady, deep whoosh of the alicorn’s breathing was also just a little too loud to tune out completely.
Overall, that seemed to be a theme. Everything was just a little too much. And while it wasn’t outright unpleasant, it was proving to be one of the least enjoyable sexual experiences she’d had over the last three and a half weeks. The only less enjoyable experience had been her first time trying anal sex. Funnily enough, Twilight realized, that had been the same problem, of being just a little too much. Her dad had been uncomfortably big for her small body, and so had Shiney, when she’d tried it with him that weekend. But the toys her mom used on her had been smaller than either stallion, and they felt great. Using them, Twilight was coming to love anal sex.
Twilight thought that vore might turn out to be another acquired taste, especially since some parts were nice enough. Especially the feeling of being surrounded by Princess Celestia’s magic. Her presence was vast and powerful, but instead of overwhelming, it was comforting. Like when Twilight got to watch her raise the sun from up close, but even more so. At the same time, the sound of the princess’s breathing was fading into white noise, and the rhythmic heartbeat would probably lull her to sleep before much longer. Or so she thought, until the world turned upside down, and she had to flip herself back upright.
“Squirm for me, Twilight.” Twilight heard, the words vibrating all through the flesh around her.
“Squirm for me, Twilight.” Celestia moaned, rubbing her belly with both hooves. Then she felt the filly moving, stretching her belly in the most pleasurable ways. It left her winking hard and fast, on the verge of orgasm. While she kept one hoof on her bulging midsection, she moved the other down to her pussy. As aroused as she was, it only took a few rubs for the princess to cum. Her wings flared and her back arched as cum splashed over her tail when she did.
A few moments later, the feeling passed, and Celestia settled back down on the bed to catch her breath.
*Ahem*
The unexpected cough startled the princess, and she rolled onto her side, looking towards the foot of her bed. She saw Raven standing there, the subtlest of smirks on her face. Most wouldn’t be able to tell, but Celestia knew her well enough to spot it.
“Princess.” the white earth pony said, the amusement as well hidden in her voice as on her face. “I was going to ask about Twilight, but I can see the answer already.” she asked, looking at the filly-sized bulge in her princess’s gut. Then her eyes moved down to Celestia’s nethers, taking in the glistening fur. “Would you like me to clean you up, Princess?”
“Thank you, Raven, but that won’t be necessary. It can wait until morning.” she answered quietly. Her voice was little more than a murmur. “I’d like for Twilight to get to sleep sooner than later.” she added, as one hoof started rubbing her belly again.
“Understood, Princess.” Raven responded, nodding. Then she stepped right up to the bed, and put one hoof on it. “May I?”
“Of course.” Celestia said with a nod. She was always mildly impressed and amused by Raven’s refusal to take any liberties with her. Even the ones her years of service to the solar alicorn had earned her. She closed her eyes as the smaller mare joined her on the bed, then in rubbing her belly. She felt Twilight stir at the sudden touch, before settling down again.
Deciding that she’d had enough for the night, Princess Celestia gripped her blanket in her magic, and pulled it up to Raven’s neck. While her pegasus magic could keep her comfortable at much higher elevations than this mountain city, she knew the earth pony’s family came from a much warmer part of Equestria, and despite being born and raised in Canterlot, she’d never quite gotten used to the chilly nights.
Celestia also knew that sooner or later, Twilight would fall asleep. Once she did, the predator potion’s final effects would kick in, and Twilight’s body would be broken down, before reforming at the place she considered home. She’d have to send a pair of guards to the Twilight Family manor once she woke up. Assuming Raven didn’t beat her to it, of course. She swore that mare worked even harder than she did, sometimes.
Just before Celestia drifted off, it occurred to her that it wouldn’t be out of the question for Raven to have already given that order when she first entered the room, before making her presence known.
Author's Note
"Stand fast and think of Equestria," is the equivalent of, "Lie back and think of England." (Which should be pretty obvious, but you never know.) As I see it, ponies are enough like horses that covering (or as we call it, doggy-style) would be their default position, like missionary is for humans.
I wrote this because the idea of Princess Celestia grooming filly Twilight was too good to resist. Then I added the vore because…um…Just because, I guess. I'm seriously considering writing a version without it, to hopefully reach a wider audience. I don’t know if I’ll rewrite the beginning if I do. I’m not exactly happy with anything before Twilight’s first bit of dialogue, but I don’t really have any specific ideas for how to improve it.
Again, as mentioned in my first three entries in Dirty Little Secret's contest, any monetary rewards this might mange to win are unnecessary. I'm doing this just because I can, and am only interested in the bragging rights.
