Private Experiments

Twilight did her best not to sigh too loudly as she held the tawdry piece of tabloid journalism in her hand, wishing to the depths of her whole heart that what script lay before her was something of a joke or falsity rather than any sort of tangible truth. After all, it would make her own experiences with this mischief far easier to deal with.

A woman of science, of reason and philosophy, Princess Twilight Sparkle was not one to give many attentions to the realm of celebrity or any of its like; she preferred information, non-fiction, anything that tended to the world of the real and studiable rather than entertainment filth. But when she took into account the rumors she’d encountered over the past few months, as well as her own experiences close-up, to just let this pass her by seemed to insult her scientific senses rather than not. After all, one instance was an event- two was an anomaly; multiple beyond that, then there was something worth investigating. And right now, what she needed to investigate was a tabloid publishing from the start of the week.

Perhaps she should grimace at the sight of the photograph that held its place across the cover; after all, it wasn’t exactly a social norm she was accustomed to. But oh, how the publisher wanted it there for straying eyes to see in the hopes of capturing their attentions- just as it had captured Twilight’s. For it was Diamond Tiara and Spoiled Rich, together at some charity gala that had occurred somewhere in Canterlot over the weekend, and the two were more deeply entangled than even the most average romantic couple. The two so slatternly dressed, tongues pressed together, the sight of drool descending from their entwined morsels, and not at all ashamed at being the center of attention as mother and daughter publicly made out for the viewing pleasure of the masses. Was it drunkenness? Shameless attention-seeking? Surely it wasn’t romantic attraction! But Twilight looked upon the article within and wondered what on earth she was getting into, for perhaps her fears were not going to be allayed.

~Canterlot

Sultry scandal met sensuous romance at the Flare Blitz Summer Gala in Canterlot this year, the annual tradition of Canterlot elites disrupted by a passionate scene between socialites Spoiled Rich and Diamond Tiara as the dance floor was left open for every guest’s pleasure. As the two women were suddenly seen kissing in the midst of the crowd, the great host suddenly halted in their tracks as though they needed to witness the scene.

Keep in mind, Spoiled Rich is about twenty-five years older than Diamond Tiara. And also her mother. Yet those obvious facts seemed to stop neither one of them, for the two women remained wholly fixated on one another rather than anything else, continuing to sloppily kiss and make out even as the crowd focused upon their actions. In fact, even when they finally registered that there were stares upon them, mother and daughter only paused in their Sapphic actions for a moment, only to give a grin to our photographer before returning to one another and continuing to swap saliva.

Despite the unexpectedness of the scene, crowd reception seemed rather positive, with multiple feminine couples remarking on the loveliness of such affection; more than a few of the more ‘experienced’ members of the crowd remarked that the closeness between the two was indeed something to admire, if not emulate. For it was, as one person who wished to remain anonymous, “Beautiful and steamy. Who wouldn’t want to love their daughter that way?”

Near the end of the event, when both women were at last available for comment, neither Spoiled Rich nor her daughter seemed perturbed by their disruption of the evening’s events, nor for being openly caught in such romantic circumstances. For Spoiled Rich remains married to Ponyville’s own Filthy Rich, and yet was now found eliciting sexual attention with her daughter. “She’s my lovely girl,” Spoiled was found to say, in fact bringing her daughter even closer so as to get a feel of the younger woman’s breasts even as this reporter interviewed them. “Why shouldn’t I want her with me always?”

“Like I’d want to be with anybody else!” Diamond Tiara stated.

At the end of the event, Spoiled and Diamond were seen departing together arm-in-arm. Or better explained, they were found clutching at one another’s bottoms as they departed for a nearby hotel so that that might –as this reporter discovered them to say- ‘f*** each other silly.’

This reporter has reached out to Filthy Rich for comment, but has received no reply.

It was tabloid trash, but what word Twilight had received from the street was not apt to lie. It seemed that Diamond and her mother had indeed forged some sort of romantic connection, nor were they ashamed of it. In fact, they seemed to not even be trying to hide their attachment in the slightest! Just what were they up to? What had even caused this sort of sapphic bond to be forged in the first place? And why were they not the slightest bit ashamed of any of their actions at all?

Twilight had no clue as to any answer, but she couldn’t exactly ignore what sentiment she came across since; after all, there had been that incident with Applejack –in her own house, for that matter- that had made her see such feelings were not anomalous. Whatever sort of intentional feeling some women had suddenly given action to were not quite as uncommon as she’d once thought. In fact, whenever she’d brought up the subject of the tabloid rag to those about town, not one of them had seemed particularly perturbed by the information; rather, they were sympathetic and friendly to such affections. ‘They’re adults,’ they said. ‘I’m just glad they’re happy.’

Happy they might be, but the sudden surge in such thought was not normal. Twilight wished she could find a way to get to the bottom of it without getting her hands dirty. But for now, maybe feigned ignorance was her best option; a beautiful day, her favorite café, and Fluttershy as company- what else could she ask for? Today was meant to be spent at peace in whatever way she could.

As the young royal sipped on her tea that no longer steamed so brilliantly her senses began to cool, fading away from the tumult that wanted to overcome her inner thoughts and see her world upended. The sky was clear and bright, speaking to the loveliness of the late morning and all that splendor that could come with it; so what if strange, sexual material had wormed its way through her brain for most of the past few days? She could be at ease here and let such thinking slide away into the nothingness. No memories of what had transpired before her eyes, no pondering of things beyond her sight, no musing on what-if’s that might transpire if she-

“Hello, Twilight!” Free at last from her inner monologue, Twilight allowed eyes to flit open and take in the sight of Fluttershy strolling up to her table in a lovely green sundress, complete with straw hat to keep her fair skin in the shade. “I hope I’m not late, I had to tend to one of the birdhouses before leaving, the side wall was beginning to come loose!”

“You’re perfectly fine, Fluttershy!” Perhaps with others of her company she might find a reason to be displeased, but to be bitter with Fluttershy in terms of tardiness was tantamount to cruelty. Few in the world would have better reason to be late than the gentlest soul she had ever known, for whom else would consider a worm’s struggle atop pavement to be something of a crisis? The gentle beauty tended to the care of all who passed her by, even if the thing would never recall or know she had graced it with her kindness. “I hope you got everything fixed.”

“I did, thank you,” Fluttershy said as she took her seat, pausing only to fluff out the wrinkes of her emerald skirt. “A family of robins just moved into that birdhouse, and the mother is very young. She deserves a safe spot to care for her babies, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely.” As if she’d dare disagree! Fluttershy could warm one’s heart so easily with her love for all creatures great and small. “What happened to it?”

“Oh, it must have been one I made poorly. The nail had worn through the wood, it must have rubbed through after a while…”

Their conversation went by so easily, Twilight’s muddled thoughts fading away the longer she spent in peaceful word with the beautiful woman across from her. Fluttershy was a salve to tired spirits, especially when her purity of spirit was without question. She so rarely ever had a cross word, never anything but kindness to say. Even if it was for someone unworthy, she would find the means to speak a song of life and see good things grow. For Twilight, who had spent so much of her recent days focused upon the actions and desires of the scandalous, this quietness of the late morning alongside Fluttershy was something heavenly.

“What do you have there, Twilight?” Fluttershy’s eyes were not the keenest, but a folded newspaper beneath dishware was hard to ignore. “Were you reading something before I came up?”

Oh heaven help me, Twilight pleaded, hardly wishing for even her close friends to know she paid attention to the tabloid filth. Yes, it was a painful habit of hers ever since she had ascended to princesshood, a failing in her ego that made her consistently fret over her duties; why did she have to know how others thought she was doing? But that wasn’t the reason she wished for this particular instance to go unnoticed.

“I- is that Sunset and Sunrise?” Fluttershy asked, leaning across the table and letting a solitary finger pull at cheap print-ink, eyes fixated on the obscured logo. “Isn’t that a..?”

“What? No! No, of course it’s not!” Twilight said, and upon her face came the desperate smile she seemed to reserve only when panic overtook her. “Of course not, why would I read tabloids and find out what people think I’m up to? Haha, that’d be silly, right? So of course it’s not, you don’t need to keep trying to pull that out from underneath my plate! Ha, so, uh, why don’t we just pretend you didn’t see any of this and let it go so I don’t feel worse than I already do?”

In fairness, if she hadn’t been so strange about the whole thing, Fluttershy might have actually let the moment go and not allowed her curiosity to continue. But the flimsy piece of cheap print was right there, waiting for her to grab it, and her dear friend was behaving so strangely; to let it go almost seemed to be an offense to what she deemed a good friend would be. So though Twilight’s features pleaded for her to leave it be, still did she continue to pull the print out from beneath its hiding place until the poorly folded item fell flat and allowed its cover to be laid bare, sapphic loveliness and wild indiscretion apparent for the both of them to see.

Twilight felt absolutely sure she wanted to die. To be caught looking at stuff like this was somewhere to be found in the depths of an almighty hell, and of course it had be Fluttershy! The purest, most demure and gentle and peaceful of her friends, the one who deserved to see this sort of filth the least. It would have been better if a random meteorite fell from the skies and struck her head, leaving nothing more than a skull-less mess.

Fluttershy regarded the picture before her, Diamond and Spoiled’s passionate tongue press there for her to take in and yet still did she not seem to give much of a reaction. Instead, her expression was one of scrutiny and curiosity- as though she knew not what to think just yet. “Twilight,” she began slowly, “Were- was this what you were wanting to hide from me? Two girls kissing?”

She said it with such innocence. “Umm, Fluttershy, that’s- that’s not quite the issue here,” Twilight stammered, offered no place for a footing and wondering how on earth she was supposed to move forward without ruining this sweet angel’s purity. “So, I- I don’t know if you’ve ever met Spoiled before- I know you’ve met Diamond Tiara, but, umm… so she and Spoiled Rich are, are- they’re not quite girlfriends.”

“Oh. I know, Spoiled is Diamond Tiara’s mother. I just wondered why you’d want me to not know you saw that.” Said so matter-of-factly, Twilight was left gawking by the simplicity of Fluttershy’s words, spoken with the same value that one would give to yesterday’s weather. Just what on earth was happening here? “Is… is something about it bad?”

“Bad?” Twilight felt like she was fighting against a brick wall that had come out from the shadows to close about her; far from the world she’d once known where incestuous romance was taboo, suddenly everyone seemed to find it as unremarkable as the floor beneath their feet- even Fluttershy of all people was treating it casually! “I- umm, I- I just don’t know what to think of it, that’s all. For- for reasons, I guess.”

“Oh.” Fluttershy turned to her cup of tea and fiddled with the spoon that still lingered within its contents, allowing a rather pregnant silence to grow in size between the two. She didn’t seem to know where to begin, and Twilight hardly had a clue of how to start; who could possibly supersede the other? “Umm… Twilight?”

“Yes, Fluttershy?” Oh gods help me, what am I getting into? Twilight felt a chill in her bones that came before horrible anticipation.

“Umm, would… would you be OK if I told you something sort of secret?” Fluttershy began, and up from her glassware did her eyes rise so as to stare into the gaze of her friend. “Like, I don’t want anyone else to know just yet. At least for a little while longer.”

Oh no. “Of course you can tell me,” Twilight said, though her voice shook with the force of an earthquake. “What is it, Fluttershy?”

One more stir of the spoon in her tea, one more half-glance to the world above and below; Fluttershy took in a breath and decided she would have to take the plunge. “So I… I don’t think what Spoiled and Diamond did is that bad. Because- because I’ve made love with my mother too, and she’s the best partner I’ve ever had and I loved it so much that we keep meeting up to make love whenever we can.” The words that had struggled to be spoken aloud at last came in a rush, the bursting of a dam allowing them to spill forth and be made final, the relief upon the shy woman’s face palpable. “Oh, goodness, that feels better! I guess it wasn’t so difficult after all.” Fluttershy was at ease again, seeming more like her usual self than even when she had first arrived. The deeply held secret that had gone past even Rainbow’s knowledge was now out in the open –albeit to a degree- and now allowed to roam free in a mind somewhere beyond her heart. The deep and passionate fire shared between she and her mother that had felt so taboo once before was becoming something less clandestine and knowledge of its existence could now pass beyond the realms of family. At last, she could enjoy Posey’s affections a little more publicly and not feel any weight of shame.

For Twilight, however, the knowledge was enough of a shock to send her cascading somewhere into next week. She knew her friends: Rainbow was openly promiscuous with everyone she met, Rarity was prim and proper even if she flirted with half the planet. Pinkie was nice simply because she could be, and Applejack-

So she thought she’d known her friends. But the idea that the most innocent, the most naïve, the single-most wholesome person she’d ever met had actually had intentional sex with her own mother was enough to boggle her mind- the fact that they continued to do so was capable of seeing the earth shatter. And Fluttershy was actually willing to tell her! Add that to her knowledge of Applejack’s exploits and the scrap of news beneath her hand, the brilliant princess’ knowledge of the world about her now seemed to stand on extremely shaky ground.

“You-” She could have easily shouted her surprise aloud and brought all the attention of the world upon them both, but something within her mind actually possessed the power to hold back the shock. Fluttershy had not admitted the secret so that it might be shared openly and her friend had been willing to trust her; even if it was bizarre, would it not be wrong to break this level of trust? Perhaps this sweet beauty was the one who was ahead of the times, leaving Twilight to try and catch up. It felt logical enough even if nothing about the whole thing felt logical. For now, she would need to allow her scientific senses to rule rather than any emotional feeling- both above, or below. After all, she knew Fluttershy to be an attractive woman. And though she’d only met Posey Shy once, she was hardly anything to call ugly; if anything she was just a loveliness that was merely a more plush version of her daughter with all the sweetness and warmth to match. To ponder the idea of those two pretty ladies all aroused and kissing, and… and kissing, and touching one another and- and holding hands and taking their clothes off so their naughty bits could be exposed for the both of them to love on-

“How- how did it start?” Twilight asked, giving herself such a shake that the table beneath them tremored along with her. “Like, what made you- were you both drunk, or something? It wasn’t just like a… it didn’t start when you were kids, did it?” The last portion made the princess grit her teeth in worry.

“Hmm? No, it was…” Fluttershy pondered the question for a moment. “Would you like to hear everything?”

“Y- no, it’s alright. Just what you think is important. It just- I never would have expected it of you, Fluttershy. What made it even begin?”

“Well, it was… when we took our trip to the mountains together,” The gentle woman said slowly, pausing in between her sips of tea so as to better coax her words out into the world. “Everything was normal for a while, but then I brought up… Cheerilee. For a bit. And Mom started telling me about how she used to date a couple of girls when she was younger.”

“OK…” Fantasies ran rampant in her mind, Twilight trying not to add new faces to the mix. The idea of a lush, experienced woman there to play with her naked body~!

“And we kept talking –and maybe a little champagne helped loosen us up- and one thing led to another, and… and then we started kissing. And I really liked it,” Fluttershy said, though the blush upon her features seemed willing to overwhelm the whole of her bravery. “And we kept kissing, and then we went to the bedroom and it- it just happened after that.”

“And… and you don’t feel like anything about it was strange, or- something?” Twilight inquired. What was burning within her as she asked such a question? Curiosity, scientific yearning, disgust? Fluttershy’s words didn’t seem to explain enough, her mind wishing for further details; there was so much analysis to be done here, if only there was a way-

“I mean, at- at first it was a bit different,” Fluttershy answered, and the discomfort in her posture seemed to agree as such; but then there came a lessening of her tension, a warmth in her smile beyond the unease of the now. “I love Mom very much. And I think because we came together made it that way. I know I’m much happier being with her like this than I was before.”

“Even though she’s your mother?” Twilight felt like she had to say something against it, even if a part of her mind was screaming that she ask for further details of that momentous night rather than any sort of objection. “I mean, you- you said you two still see each other. Does- your father, her husband- does he know about this?”

Fluttershy, surprisingly, gave a nod. “He was a bit odd about it at first, but he doesn’t mind anymore. He and my Mom are much closer now, too, even if I don’t really know why.”

“And- and you and your D-”

“No. But I’m happy I can help my Mom have a better life,” the sweet woman said. Her interruption came swift and fierce, blocking out further unsavory ideas and help preserving the ones she deemed golden. “I guess that… Diamond Tiara and Spoiled Rich must feel the same way. I hope they get along better now than they used to. I heard they used to be so unhappy.”

“So- so did I,” Twilight said, and her own memories of parent and child came passing by before her eyes. Diamond and her mother had been a bickering brood for years now, ever since the young heiress had reached out and become friends with the young Crusaders. Yet now they were good friends- or, judging by the report in hand, far better than that. Lovers, even…

“I hope…” Fluttershy’s nerve finally gave way and the tremulous nature of her usual self came roaring back to life. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable, Twilight. I know I must sound very different now.”

“No! I mean, it- it is different, yes,” the brilliant princess admitted, “but I’m glad you felt like you could tell me. It means a lot that your trust me that way. And- and I won’t tell a soul, not until you’re ready to say so yourself.”

Fluttershy smiled, and with it came the sign that their strange topic of conversation could pass onto the wayside. More normal things came to life upon their tongues, old friends gaily chatting about this and that as they indulged simplicities that made them happy. Their own little worlds were of importance now, silly things that meant nothing and everything to them alone. Twilight chatted happily about new books for her library and ancient tomes of long-gone heroes; Fluttershy gave news of young wildlife that was beginning to blossom, of flowers in fields and the creatures that roamed through their midst. To those that saw them, there was not an ounce of tension or heightened interest in either one, for all their words could do now was elicit contentment.

And yet, as Twilight bid goodbye to her friend after a light meal… mind no longer distracted by other ideas, the images of Posey and Fluttershy deeply wound together by mouth and body came roaring back to her mind- a mental enough strong enough to make her heart purr even if it was wildly confusing. Just what had turned such a demure little spirit who wilted at the slightest romantic hint into a woman who delighted in the bosoms of her own mother? Surely such things were not the norm. Or maybe Twilight was trying to catch up; she considered the reactions she’d faced in regards to Spoiled and Diamond’s public tryst. Perhaps she was behind the times.

If so, the options at figuring out what was transpiring were limited. But the researcher within her was beginning to come to life, eager to discover the source of this new epidemic. Maybe it was nothing more than the world changing about her, but she wanted to know if this once-taboo offered something that normal relations didn’t. A thorough investigation was needed; was it mere arousal, strange times, or was there something so good that normal inhibitions were pushed to the wayside? She would have to go slowly, of course; take one’s time, figure out the whole thing as best she could. It also meant walking to the edge of the proverbial lion’s den, so to speak, because it meant she would have to ask for the aid of one particular person…