This is where the magic happens
Twilight Sparkle hummed to herself as she sat on her throne. Another meeting had come to a close and she managed to find a solution to help the pony that had requested her audience in the first place. Now she was alone, patiently waiting until the next pony arrived.
The throne room door opened and a small guard mare peeked her head inside.
“Your Highness,” the guard spoke meekly, a look of uncertainty scrawled across her face. “Your next meeting is with Blueblood.”
Twilight’s mood soured and she knew she wasn’t going to enjoy this meeting. Ever since Blueblood lost the title of Prince after Celestia stepped down, he had been very vocal and constantly demanded time to ‘correct this outrage’. In truth, he was never an actual prince in name, but rather a business owner in charge of a small winery at the base of the mountain. Thanks to Celestia spoiling him with the faux title of Prince in her ruling days, Blueblood himself didn’t take too kindly to being addressed without that title by Twilight when she took over.
“However…” the mare continued, breaking Twilight from her thoughts. “Blueblood’s train was running late today and was seen pulling into the station only minutes ago.
“Of course it was,” Twilight groaned, closing her eyes and bringing up a hoof to rub against her forehead to ebb away a painful throb. “The meeting after this was to oversee the new batch of guards graduating, so I’ll be running late for that,” she spoke to herself quietly. “Captain Gallus is going to be annoyed by this as well.”
“What would you like me to do?” the guard asked.
“We can’t do anything for the time being, so we’ll just have to wait,” Twilight answered. “Return to your post and inform me when he arrives.”
“As you wish your highness,” the guard responded, before she closed the throne room door.
Silence filled the room now that Twilight was alone, and though she was annoyed her schedule was being disrupted, she took a deep breath and smiled, knowing she now had time to relax. It wouldn’t be a lot of time to relax, twenty minutes at best, or just five minutes if Blueblood rushed through the city, but regardless it was enough time to take care of something on her mind.
Feeling at ease with her surroundings, Twilight shimmied her butt against the cushion on her throne and calmed her mind as a mild itch was lingering at her nethers. She woke up horny that morning and wasn’t able to tend to herself at all. Instead she ignored it, hoping it would go away, yet sadly it did the opposite. Even during meetings, her sexually charged mind distracted her, keeping her squirming in her seat. Images of mares and stallions flooded her mind, playing on her bisexual tendencies as she wished she could just flip a switch to turn off her sexual desires and focus on the task at hand. Now she was alone and those same thoughts clouded her mind, but the only difference now was she could indulge herself without worry.
With a small smile on her face, she couldn’t help but giggle to herself, her mind swimming at the thoughts as the cushion continued to brush against her sensitive lady parts. Her more rational side told her she should leave the throne room for such a delicate matter, or even continue to hold off from pleasuring herself entirely.
So she sat there, growing more aroused and needy by the second, her moistened pussy continued to drip and clench at the fabric touching it. Her rational side won out briefly, telling her to continue to ignore it. She bit her lip, forcing the thoughts away, but all it took was a shift of her body in her seat to say otherwise. Her face grew hot as the fabric hit a delicate spot on her vulva. She panted softly and parted her lips as she rubbed her thighs together in response. The more she stimulated herself, the more she realized she needed that relief now.
Twilight channeled a tiny amount of magic into her horn and quickly relaxed herself. She focused her magic on her marehood, groaning softly as she felt the tingly sensation of her magical aura coat her outer lips, before she pressed harder against it. Closing her eyes, she gently kneaded her magic, getting a gauge of how long it would take for her to pleasure herself.
Her body was desperate for a release, and being ignored for most of the morning had taken its toll. Just rubbing her outer lips made her feel the rush of a climax approaching. It was a distant feeling, but she knew only a few minutes was all she needed. Satisfied with that knowledge, Twilight extended the spell and altered the flow of magic, directing it inside her and covering her inner walls.
Twilight moaned to herself as she was quick to fill her marehood, and her body shuddered and trembled with excitement as she began to fluctuate the magic, forcing her walls to contract and expand within herself even further. As she sat in place, Twilight’s soft pants turned into deep moans as they escaped her mouth with increasing regularity. She sped herself up, eagerly fucking herself with her magic as her pussy juices drenched her seat more and more. She rocked her hips in time with her movements, allowing the cushion to eventually rub against her clitoris. The feeling was divine as the fabric rubbed against her sensitive nub, but deciding to push herself along faster, Twilight altered the magic further and directed it to rub against her clit, simulating herself with a mixture of magic and fabric.
Her moans began to crack; an unladylike whinny came from her lips, prompting her to grow embarrassed as she noted it may have been loud enough to alert the guards outside of the door. She opened her eyes and looked up at the entrance, worried one of them would enter.
Twilight wasn’t in the mood for waiting to find out, so she didn’t slow down at all. Instead she went faster with her magic, hoping to be done with it altogether. It wouldn’t take long thankfully, as she began to feel that much needed release starting to rush towards her. She stymied her moans, forcing herself to bite the edge of her hoof as she brought it up to her mouth. It did allow her to go harder and faster with her magic, thanks to her moans being smothered, and with that, she grew excited as her climax approached.
As it hit, Twilight was unable to maintain the spell throughout her orgasm. Her spell dropped and her thoughts faded away as she came into the cushion. Hard throbs erupted from her nethers as she came, and she couldn’t help but let out a blissful cry of ecstasy into her hoof. Thankfully she was still mindful of her location, and over the next few seconds she had a much needed orgasm that left her tired and panting, but left a satisfied look on her face.
As she sat there, letting herself bask in her afterglow, Twilight’s eyes became unfocused as she stared ahead aimlessly. A few minutes of heaven had left her spent and her cushion was so soaked that she couldn’t use it anymore. Refocusing and removing herself from her seat, she flared up her horn and wrapped her magic around the cushion. For a few moments she stared at it, surprised by how horny she actually was. Regardless, she had to clean herself up and brought a dry part of it to her marehood and wiped away any remnants of fluid she could, before she began to picture the bottom of a nearby lake. Once the image was in her head, she teleported it away.
Once it was gone and she felt her body starting to wind down, Twilight smiled and sighed deeply. The sound of the door opening alerted Twilight and quickly resuming her princess-like behavior, she hopped back on her throne and sat prim and properly. The lack of a cushion proved annoying as bare metal was now pressing against her rear, but she put the thought behind her, whilst making a note to request a new one after the next meeting.
"Your majesty, Blueblood has now arrived," the guard spoke up from the doorway.
Twilight looked past the open door and noticed Blueblood at the rear of the guard, panting and wheezing, while covered in sweat. Holding back a chuckle at how he looked, Twilight motioned for the guard to let him come in.
As Blueblood entered the throne room, the distant idea of having another quickie filled Twilight's mind. Thankfully she knew better and it wouldn’t be a problem for her anyway. Even if she felt her arousal lingering and pushing her to do it again, her libido would flatline once Blueblood started to run his mouth nonstop.
