A Different Kind of Love: The Untold Chapters

-------------- Life of a Student: Twilight Sparkle - Part 1 --------------

"Hmm... Not good, Twilight Sparkle. Not good at all." Princess Celestia's voice was the only thing Twilight could hear, her work the only thing Twilight could feel... She pulled at the bonds again, her eyes fluttering against the blindfold. "I TOLD you," She felt the riding crop impact the taut flesh of her rear, make her jump and whimper into the ball gag. "To sit still." Despite the shaking in her legs, Twilight managed to still herself, though her abdominal muscles still flexed. Her ears were probably the only part of her senses that weren't inhibited in some way... Aside from touch, of course... THAT one was still working perfectly fine. She was blindfolded, gagged, tied, and suspended. The ties were tight, but not uncomfortably so. In fact, she felt like she could stay like this for a while...

Dare she say she wanted to stay like this for a while.

"Spread your legs wider, Twilight." Celestia's voice was firm. Rough. It may have SOUNDED uncaring, but Twilight knew from experience the princess would never push her past her boundaries. That HAD been a fun week, though... The memory made her flush. Another light tap with the riding crop, this one to her chin, brought her back to the present. She lifted her head and spread her legs at the princess' insistence, feeling drool slide down her chin. Inbetween her parted legs, her sex was on fire, eager for pleasure, dying to be touched. She knew she wasn't worthy, and she would have to beg for it.

But that was half the fun.

"Do you want the gag out, Twilight?" Celestia asked softly.

No. Please, for the love of everything under the sun, no... She nodded her head, knowing the correct answer.

"You're lying, Twilight." Celestia teased. So sue me. "You really want this to stay in, don't you?" Yes. "So you can stay the slobbering little whore you are." Truth. "Dripping all this sweet saliva onto the carpet." Not the only thing I'm dripping... Celestia's tongue dragged up her chin to the hard plastic, her sweet breath smelling like a fresh summer rain and flowers. Oooohh, that's good... I love her tongue... Twilight panted as Celestia licked her face from chin to lips, her skilled fingers working the catch on the ball gag. Once it was loosened, Twilight's teeth clenched for a moment, fighting the urge to keep it in her mouth. But a soft pull from Celestia made her spit it out, the gross strings breaking as her master tossed the gag away.

"Pwaah!" Twilight panted, her breathing ragged as she was held completely helpless against her arousal.

"Don't worry, Twilight. I'll have something to fill your mouth soon enough." Celestia said softly, caressing Twilight's cheek. Her mouth was still hanging open and drooling as Celestia pulled her hair up. Tied back in a tight ponytail, it was easy to grab and pull, so Twilight's neck craned with little effort. Celestia's sweet, wet womanhood smoothly pushed against her open mouth, the juice and saliva mixing already as Twilight hungrily began lapping at her master's sweet, sweet vagina. Just as soon as it began, it was over, the lingering taste making Twilight gasp and arc her tongue, searching blindly.

"Do you deserve to lick me, Twilight?"

"N-no, master!" She gasped eagerly.

"Then why am I letting you?"

"Because I'm a toy, master! A thing! An object!" It was like a mantra. Twilight repeated it again, increasing in volume as she sought to give her master what she desired. "A Toy, A thing! An object!"

"Very good, Twilight. And what do I do with things, hmm?"

"Whatever you want, princess!" It was a routine.

And nothing got Twilight more aroused.

"Truth, Twilight. And what do I want from my things right now?"

"P-pleasure, master! MFF!" Her mouth was invaded once again...

"So get to it..."

"I must say, Twilight..." Celestia unbound her apprentice slowly, taking care not to over-exert the strained muscles. Twilight groaned with each knot that loosed on her body, each hook or clasp that was undone. "That was rather good. You must have been feeling it..." The act was dropped. They were teacher and student again, not master and slave. Twilight was free to express her opinion.

"It's been three weeks since I've done a thing." Twilight groaned, rubbing her irritated wrists.

"And this whole changeling business just HAD to be dreadful, am I correct?" Twilight nodded quietly, lifting the blindfold off of her eyes so she could see once more. Regrettably, Celestia had dressed, wearing a simple skirt and blouse, unblemished, uncomplicated. As always. "Well, Shining Armor isn't the only one who gets to enjoy his honeymoon. I daresay I'm tempted to keep you here in Canterlot."

"R-really?" Twilight whimpered, looking up at her mentor.

"Tempted, but not convinced." Celestia said with a soft smile. She started coiling one of the ropes, tossing it in the 'to-be-cleaned' pile along with one well-used strapon. Twilight's legs still shook slightly. "You still have your studies, and you cannot do said studies without your friends." Her serene smile and wise words rubbed off on Twilight, made her smile as well as she tried to rub feeling back into her quivering thigh.

"You're right... And I can't bring Spike back just yet, either... Ooh, and Rarity told me she needs my figure for some measurements next week..." Twilight sighed. She'd have to re-arrange her schedule. "I don't know how you manage an entire kingdom sometimes... It seems I can hardly manage a simple library."

"I assure you, Twilight. I have my help. Luna returning is more of a boon to my personal schedule than I ever could have hoped. Else we wouldn't be able to have sessions like these." Celestia teased, cupping Twilight's flushing cheek again.

"She's so beautiful..." Twilight muttered. "She must-"

"Quite a bit. Maybe not as much as you and I, but she does. Though... Not, you know..." Celestia gestured around to the well-used room, veritably packed with all sorts of... Devices. "THIS."

"Any reason why? She must know about you and I..."

"Oh, she knows about us. And believe me, we tried, long ago..."

"What happened?"

"Let's just say I don't want to have another miniature Nightmare Moon episode..."

The trainride back to Ponyville was rather relaxing, Twilight had to admit. Everyone was reserved, quiet, even... Pinkie was content to explore the cars of the train, bouncing up and down the halls. Applejack and Fluttershy talked about the food from the wedding, Rainbow Dash was snoring on the next bench over, and Rarity insisted on staying with the shipment of dresses and fabric she had procured. That left Twilight to look out of the window at the rolling landscape and passing trees. Left her thoughts to wander.

How is it that Shining Armor got a bride before she did? Her goofy, awkward brother had always been a joker, a prankster, and a braggart. Happier to put worms in their hair and wipe boogers on their dresses than love a girl... Why was it Shining Armor had Cadence, and she had nobody? She heaved another sigh just as the bench opposite hers was soon occupied.

"Somethin' on your mind, sugar?" Applejack asked. Fluttershy slipped up next to her, both her friends smiling at her knowingly. Curse these friends for reading her like a book.

"Yeah, actually..." Twilight sighed, turning her gaze from the rolling landscape outside of the speeding train. "I just... I don't know, I feel lost lately. Kinda jealous, I guess you could say..."

"Wow, really, Twilight?" Fluttershy said quietly, twirling a lock of her vibrant hair around a finger. "I never thought you'd be jealous of anyone. Who is it?"

"Shining Armor..."

"Aw shucks, hon, don't worry 'bout it. There are plenty of fish out there for yeh still. Yer a pretty girl with lots to offer someone." Applejack draped her arms over the back of the bench, grinning knowingly across at Twilight. Fluttershy squirmed in her seat, glancing between the two girls sitting by her.

"I think you need to get out more..." Twilight and Applejack both stared at their friend. "What? Just because It's not for me doesn't mean others can't enjoy it... Honestly, Twilight, you probably get less sun than I do..." Fluttershy hid behind her bangs and whimpered gently, trying to escape the shocked expressions of her friends. Until Twilight started to giggle.

"Sugar?" Applejack said, concerned about Twilight. She waved them off, her laughter dying to a chuckle.

"She's right," Twilight muttered, flushed from the laughter. "I hardly ever get out... Between studying, running the library, and spending time with you girls, I hardly ever get out to meet anyone else." She finally controlled her laughter, heaving a sigh and watching the landscape roll past mile by boring mile. "Maybe it's about time I made myself available for Ponyville..."

Twilight, naturally, didn't make good on her resolution. Between modeling for Rarity's new line of changeling-inspired dresses ("The holes reveal JUST enough to make everyone wonder what's lying just beyond the edge of the fabric!") and helping Applejack catch up with the harvest, Twilight didn't have much time over the next two months to do much of anything besides work, model, read, and sleep... As luck would have it, she had a day off on the weekend. A late-night cram session had covered some easy material, and her comprehensive report was filed with two hours to spare, meaning she could re-organize the History section and push it's now-vacant time slot into the weekend... While she planned on getting dressed up and meeting Rarity for a few drinks at the local tavern, she ended up sleeping in and feeling just enough under the weather to warrant a warm night in with some extra-cirricular reading...

That particular night, she was wrapped up in a blanket, already halfway through one of Rarity's trashy romance novels. The writing was half-decent and the characters likeable enough... But Twilight couldn't get TRULY lost in the books... So she idly read on, sipping at some cheap wine, and swooning girlishly over the sappy descriptions. Spike was out doing one thing or another, so she had the house to herself. A knock came at her door, and looking at the clock, Twilight noted it was close to midnight.

"Who the hell..." A thin thread of magic opened the door, and she peered questioningly out into the night.

"Uum... Hello? Twilight?"

"Oh. Fluttershy. Come in." Twilight sighed, her nerves way too shot to be thinking properly at that moment. She rubbed her eyelids as the avian quietly slipped into the room and shut the door behind her. "What brings you around here so late?"

"Oh, uum... I was... I hope I didn't wake you...?"

"Not at all. What's up?"

"Just... I... Uum, wanted your opinion on something was all..."

"You came to me at midnight looking for advice?" Twilight asked hesitantly, returning to her warm chair. Fluttershy hesitantly took the one opposite her, wringing her hands. "I'm honored, but is it really so important that it couldn't wait until morning? Or... Tomorrow evening?" Twilight groaned, noting the time. She had to be up early to help Applejack set up a market stall...

"Uum, I'm sorry..." Fluttershy muttered, getting up. "I'll just leave, then-"

"No, no! I didn't mean it that way... I mean, I'm not asleep, so why not help? What's wrong?" Twilight fought to keep her friend there, and Fluttershy hesitantly took her seat again. "Is it something with the animals? Maybe a spell you came across? Something else?"

"It's... Uum, it's... About a guy..." Twilight felt her hopes fall. Great. So now even Fluttershy was able to net a guy before she was... She fought to let her sigh become TOO obvious as she sat back.

"Who's the lucky fellow?"

"N-no luck yet... I just... Well, I don't know how I should feel about him. I was hoping you could help..."

"Fluttershy," Twilight groaned, leaning back in her chair. "I can tell you this now, life is too short to spend shacked up somewhere with your own interests and hobbies... If you don't open yourself to something, anything, you won't ever really live..." Twilight leaned forward, tenting her fingers over her knees. "If you think it's safe, go where you can with him. You never know. You might learn something new about yourself. Or about the world." Fluttershy gnawed her lip, but ended up nodding in the end.

"Th-thank you, Twilight... If I see him again, I'll try and... O-open up..."

"Right, glad I could be of help..."

"Thank you, Twilight."

"Fluttershy?" Twilight asked softly.

"Yes?"

"Shut the door on your way out?"

Ten months after that night, Twilight lay in her bed, legs spread wide open and fingers guiding the buzzing toy ever southwards... For the umpeenth time, she was left alone to her own ministrations, no one else there to help her out... "Oh, Celestia..." She groaned, who was probably the only other person to ever give her any pleasure whatsoever. Her thoughts often wandered to her mentor's rought brand of lovemaking, and as she plunged the vibrator lower, it was the princess' hands she imagined as opposed to her own. Whimpering at the shuddering waves of pleasure that washed through her, Twilight gnawed her lip and let her other hand cup her breast.

"Aahn! Oh, Celestia, yes! Yes! Please, yes!" She shamelessly panted out to the empty room, her back arching up off the bed as she waved her hips lewdly up and down. Rotating her hard nipple in a slow circle, Twilight finally pressed the very edge of the buzzing device against her clitoris. With a gasp and a shudder, Twilight surrendered to the pleasure as it crashed through her. "OOooohh, YESSSSSSS!" Her abdominal muscles flexed as the arousal tipped over the edge and pushed her along to an orgasm the likes of which she would never forget.

At least, she wouldn't have, if her brain could comprehend it. Instead, her thoughts turned to mush, and she lay on the bed, twitching and even drooling a little. The vibrator hummed away, having dropped from her uncoordinated fingers onto the damp sheets beneath her. Lucidity returned at last, and she fished the control console from underneath a joint in the blanket. With the flick of a switch, the plastic bud stopped it's motions, became a cool lump of material pressing against her skin. Chest rising and falling a few more times, Twilight stared up at the cieling...

And let the tears flow.

"Why?" She groaned softly, lifting a hand to wipe pathetically at her face. "Why does everything I ever wanted always elude me? Why? Why, why WHY?!" The last lifted into a throat-shaking wail of misery. She was thankful for the sound-dampening barrier on her door and the balcony windows as she slowly curled up. Sniffling, she drew the blanket over her shivering form, crying herself to sleep...

The night passed smoothly, if briefly... The spell faded away after three hours, so when the knock came from the door, Twilight was roused by the noise. "Mff..." She groaned into the pillow. The knock paused for a minute or so, but came back with a vengeance. The clock on her bedside table told her it was seven in the morning... "Spike," She groaned. "What the hell is so important at 7AM on a Saturday that you have to wake me up...?"

"There's a guy downstairs... He says he's Magellan's student." Okay, Twilight was awake now. She rolled over, suddenly aware that she was still nude from last night... Clutching the blankets tight to herself, she fought to banish sleep from her brain and focus on what Spike had just said.

"He said..."

"That he's Magellan's student. I think you're gonna want to talk to him." Twilight tucked the blanket up to her chin and thought, forcing her sleep-addled brain to work.

"Okay. Give me a minute..." Spike closed the door and let Twilight finally pull the blanket away from her nude body. The sheets were raw with the musky scent of her session, and would most definitely require replacement before she slept again. Rubbing her eyes, she hastily dressed, jumping into her jeans as she left the bedroom. Down two stories, she finally saw the gentleman Spike had mentioned.

What a hunk.

She was about to greet him happily, but his eyes slowly roved over her body. Disheveled hair, skipped on wearing a bra and panties, he was probably enjoying the sight of her. Slighlty offended, Twilight started the conversation a little more aggressively than she should have. "Spike tells me you're a student of Magellan's, huh?" She asked. "Who are you?"

"My name's Tobias Woodsworth."

"Tobias. Never heard of you." This guy had to be a phony... No way he was legitimate.

"As you know, Magellan wasn't based out of Canterlot, like many famous intellectuals. I've heard of Celestia's star pupil before, but since I come from Trottingham's outskirts, I'm not surprised you haven't heard of me." Twilight just blinked.

"Not a lot of people know that much about Magellan. Since a wing of the Royal Canterlot Library is named after him, many assume he lived there. You're right, though, he hails from Trottingham. Or rather, did, until he died from cancer-"

"AIDS." Tobias corrected. "Not cancer. Among other things, Magellan was a sexual deviant and a crackhead. Brilliant, but high half the time. It was in his will that his obituary be changed, lest his reputation be ruined posthumously." Twilight blinked again.

"How do you..."

"As I told Spike there, I'm a student of Magellan's. Was. Still am. It's complicated. Look, can I see your collection or no?" He said, standing on his tiptoes to look over Twilight's head into the library. He was actually getting impatient with her! Irritiable, even! Twilight didn't know if it was the lack of good sleep or what, but she felt somewhat apologetic towards him... She mumbled as she stepped aside...

"Uuh, yeah. I guess. S-sorry, I didn't believe you when you said..." Unceremoniously, the other magi brushed past her, scoffing under his breath as he quickly began scanning the walls of her library. "Listen, I don't know who you think you are, barging into my ho-" She was cut off once more, the man quickly wheeling on her and talking very fast, very angrily, like he was upset with her.

"You really DON'T know who I am, Ms. Sparkle. But I know who you are. Twilight Sparkle, star pupil of Princess Celestia, wielder of the element of Magic, banisher of Discord, and all-around nerd! I've been hunting down some VERY specific books for well over seven years, ever since my master and teacher died, and I would VERY much appreciate your cooperation on this matter." Twilight, for the third time that morning alone, just blinked. She watched the poor guy pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh, as if he was incredibly tired... "Sorry," He muttered. "Please, just understand, I've been travelling all over Equestria for many, many years trying to finish my master's work... A small, smoky boutique in Las Pegasus pointed me here, but I couldn't travel here without going to Canterlot first, where I was frisked by security. They took almost everything I had with me. They left my cash, notebook, and bag alone, but all my other luggage and research was taken. It's all up here, And I need to get it down as soon as possible. Please, may I be allowed to peruse your books?"

His short outburst and speech were characteristic of exhaustion. Not to mention, he made a very good argument. It was convincing, to say the least. In fact, Twilight almost felt herself choke up as the poor man in front of her told her about how his research had been taken... Not unlike the Guard to sieze objects of questionable material after the changeling attack... She laid a hand on his arm, calming the man a surprising amount. "Stay as long as you need, Tobias. If you need help with ANYthing, let me know... Spike, could you please make up the guest room? Move my telescope back up to the balcony outside my room, I'm done surveying the western horizon. Thank you, buddy." Spike padded off, content to be away from the argument that was very closely avoided...

"I can pay you for the room and board..." Twilight glanced back at Tobias, who was pulling out an envelope that appeared to be stuffed with cash. Twilight waved him off, flushing just a little.

"Don't worry about it, Tobias. It's exciting having another student here. If you really want to pay me back, let me copy your research notes. I just started reading about Magellan myself, so I'm interested in his work." Tobias still fished a few bills out, waving them at her.

"I can at least pitch in for food and whatnot. But to be honest, Magellan didn't teach me in the field of his own research. I was studying genetics under him. At the time of his death, Magellan was focusing on Astrology and Astrophysicism. He kept a lot of his notes in his head, much like I have had to, so I've been studying his charts and equations. How he came up with them is almost pure speculation. I have to build into his theory backwards, almost. All the while trying to advance my own research on genetics and ancestry, it's very difficult. Honestly, after seven years, I'm maybe halfway complete." Tobias sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose once more.

"Listen, I've a knack for astrology myself. I am Celestia's student, after all... Maybe I can help out?" Twilight asked, her tone sincere.

"That," Tobias smiled. "Would be most welcome. Thank you."

"Right, then. All of my Astrology books are in this section here." Twilight led him towards a separate section of books, suddenly remembering how bad she looked in that moment... "And right now, I'm afraid you've caught me at a bad time. My hair has to be a mess. Ugh." She ran a hand through her tangled head of hair, inhaling through her teeth as she caught one particularly nasty knot. "I'll be back momentarily, alright?" Tobias just nodded and turned his attention to the books Twilight motioned for, and she padded barefoot upstairs to straighten out her hair and put some real clothes on...

Two weeks passed with Tobias, her fellow magi asking her for help here and there, but really mostly just keeping to himself. He ate little, studied late into the night (Not unlike Twilight herself) and was quiet the rest of the time. He didn't really leave much, but he never was in the way, either... This one particular night, though, he had asked Twilight to help him with some readings... They had spent some time recording the Western horizon in the guest bedroom, but it appeared as if they weren't making much progress. So they moved to the Northern-facing balcony. Right outside of Twilight's room.

She had excused herself for a moment... Just one moment, to relieve herself, and upon returning to her room, she was greeted by...

"Well," She said, swallowing. "You know what they say... To each their own?" Tobias had been sniffing around, it seemed, and had discovered her private stash... The toys were all ones she and Celestia had used over the few short years they had been that active, and each one of them bore the signs of proper use. The ball gag she took from his stunned hand had teeth marks in it. Twilight hastily dropped the gag in the box and replaced the lid, flushing as she tried to move on with the awkward moment...

"Right, uh... Shall we... Get back to the, uh, the stars?" Tobias nodded at her question, and they resumed watching the stars, almost as if nothing had ever happened.

To Twilight, that moment was terrifying. Those were the sort of things she reserved to Princess Celestia, the sort of things Twilight had planned on keeping private from... Well... EVERYONE. Now, her house guest knew, and she was flustered beyond belief... Daylight came mercifully, signalling the end to the night so the two of them could finally pack up and get some rest. Some much-needed rest...

Twilight wasn't prepared for what happened next...