Give Me Your Love

Twilight grimaced, the woman waking to find that her head thundered with a massive migraine and weakness assaulted every inch of her. Through the haze of her recent memories, she wandered, trying and failing to remember what had happened to her. A pang of pain made the woman attempt to clutch at her jaw, but Twilight found that she was unable to move her tired limb.

Opening her eyes didn't seem to help matters, as everything was a blurry mess, and worse still, doing so only made her head hurt even worse. She groaned, and lay there, trying each one of her senses in an attempt to figure out where she was or why she couldn't remember this fact. Her eyes were off limits, and her ears picked up nothing either, leaving her sense of smell as the only thing that seemed to work.

Though initially she couldn't detect anything, soon the aroma of freshly made tea, and antique mahogany tickled her nose. Familiarity flickered in her mind, and with it, she was able to grasp at a few bare shreds of memory. Though they quickly fell away a moment after she grabbed them, Twilight was able to glimpse what looked like a fight of some kind.

Her friends were there, this much she knew, though what exactly they did was a mystery to the woman. Her memories were so hazy, and her mind so awash in pain that they were mere masses of color that flicked about randomly. There was a sense of urgency, of pain, and violence there, however, leading Twilight to think that her first thought had been correct.

If she had been in some manner of conflict and had evidently survived, that left two options in her mind. She was either captured or was resting in a hospital or somewhere safe at least.

With that thought in mind, she opened her eyes once more, bracing herself for the blast of pain she had felt the first time. Yet there was no flash of agony, only the familiar sight of Celestia’s personal quarters in Canterlot Castle. The moment she opened her eyes for a second time, feeling in her arms and legs suddenly returned.

Was I restrained somehow? Twilight thought to herself, only to find that there was nothing over her save for a thin, almost see-through blanket.

Studying her body a little closer, Twilight found that she was wearing her usual night clothes, an old t-shirt, and a pair of pajama bottoms faded from frequent use. They were in pristine condition, as was seemingly everything else present. Or at least that's how it felt, as the moment she stared too long at something, her head began to swim and her vision grew blurry. The sensation was akin to being drunk, though the bookish girl couldn't be certain of that as she had only ever drunk alcohol a single time in her life.

While clutching her head, Twilight looked around, attempting to find a maid, or guard who may be able to help her. Yet there was no one, not just in the room with her but even the windows that overlooked the busy Canterlot skies were empty. There weren't even any clouds, a fact that she found weird for a reason she couldn't quite put into words.

In an attempt to begin lowering the number of questions running rampant in her mind, Twilight tried to get out of bed. The first time she attempted to swing her legs out over the edge of the bed, the two limbs felt like they were encased in something hard. Then that feeling was gone and she was able to move them stiffly over the side, her feet hitting the cold ground with a thump.

Though stiff, and slightly unresponsive, Twilight's legs were at least listening to her. The rest of her body wasn't much better off, with her numb fingers struggling with the thin blanket. Once gripped, she pulled it aside, and sat up, only to fall back to the bed the moment she tried.

Breathing hard, Twilight tried to fight through the nausea and disorientation that hung heavy over her mind. After a few seconds of focus the haze lifted just enough that she was able to fight through it and sit upright. There she waited for a moment before lurching upward, a hand immediately gripping one of the poles on the four-poster bed.

The woman paused, briefly confused by the fact that her hand had found purchase at all, as she hadn't thought Celestia’s bed was quite so grand. Yet the wood in her hand was solid, real, despite her doubting of its very existence. Brushing off the strangeness as the after-effects of the fight she had recently been in, Twilight began to stumble forward.

Passing by the blurry furniture and making her way over to the window, Twilight's struggle grew with each step. Her legs were heavy, her mind still hazy despite the fact it had cleared somewhat since she had woken up. This confusion only grew when she realized that she was barely making any progress towards the ever-distant window.

Reaching out to grab at a nearby chest of drawers, Twilight instead grabbed onto nothing at all. With a curse tumbling from her lips, she fell to the side, arms outstretched and ready to brace herself against the impact she knew was coming. She did not hit the cold, hard ground however but rather the warm, soft exterior of a living creature wearing what felt like silk.

“Woah there Twilight. You best be careful,” remarked a calm, feminine voice.

Blinking rapidly, Twilight looked up to find that none other than her mentor had caught her. Though a welcome sight to the confused woman, Twilight couldn't help but wonder where she had come from. The room had been empty a moment earlier, and she hadn't heard the door open, nor the flash of light that signaled she had teleported.

“Are you going to say hello or just stare at me all day?” Celestia pointedly inquired.

“Oh um, thank you, princess,” Twilight murmured. “I’m just… terribly confused is all.”

“That's quite alright dear. You’ve suffered some grievous injuries and need to rest. Here, allow me to guide you back to bed,” Celestia half offered half commanded.

Twilight allowed the other woman to do just that, a strong arm keeping the still off balance from falling over again. As they walked Twilight noticed more strange details, this time concerning Celestia, rather than herself. For one the princess was shorter than Twilight remembered, and not only that but she wore a long red and yellow sundress, a piece of clothing she had confessed to Twilight that she hated.

“You know, it's rude to stare,” Celestia stated.

“S-sorry,” Twilight stuttered. “I think I may have a concussion or something, my memory is foggy and things don't seem quite right.”

“You did indeed receive a blow to the head so that would make sense,” Celestia agreed, pausing briefly as she guided Twilight back to the bed. “There we are, just sit right down now.”

Twilight nodded mutely and did just that, looking up at her former mentor, quick to study the other woman’s appearance. But she was the same shapely goddess that Twilight had always known and secretly longed for. Twilight shook her head, banishing the strange thought that had suddenly popped into her mind unbidden.

“Is something wrong, Twilight?” Celestia’s soothing, velvety voice asked.

“No. I’m just…” Twilight trailed off.

She wanted to ask about why everything felt so strange, about why Celestia was wearing a dress she had admitted to hating. The wrongness and off feeling were palpable yet despite that she couldn't help but feel her shoulders falling slack. Feelings of being back in class, under Celestia’s wing, returned, their nostalgia lulling her into a state of gentle relaxation.

“Just…” Celestia offered.

“Just confused,” Twilight replied.

Celestia nodded. “That's understandable, especially given just how vicious this last fight was. Why I heard that if it weren't for the healers Pinkie may have lost an arm.”

“My friends!” Twilight shouted suddenly, standing upright. “Are they alright?”

Celestia gripped the other woman by the shoulder and gently but forcefully pushed her back to the bed.

“They are fine Twilight,” Celestia stated firmly. “Unlike you, they are resting and recuperating in their rooms without a fuss.”

“Oh, right… sorry,” Twilight muttered.

“Thats quite alright my dear. After all you've done for Equestria, and myself I think we can excuse one little outburst,” Celestia exclaimed.

“Thanks,” Twilight whispered.

“Though there is one more thing,” Celestia murmured, the princess gripping her dress nervously.

“What is it?” Twilight asked.

“No, I shouldn't put such a burden on you,” Celestia retorted, turning away from Twilight.

“I can handle it. Please, tell me what it is,” Twilight pleaded.

“Oh alright, but you must promise to keep it a secret,” Celestia declared.

“I swear,” Twilight exclaimed immediately.

Twilight watched as Celestia gripped her dress just above her knees, and then pulled it up. Just as Twilight was about to ask what was going on, Celestia turned around to reveal a massive throbbing pink horsecock dangling between her legs. The mottled appendage was massive, and beneath it was a pair of testicles fat enough to fill Twilight's hands should she grab them. As Twilight looked on in confusion the turgid appendage twitched and bobbed, a bubble of pre beeding at its tip.

“How do you have a…” Twilight murmured.

“A cock?” Celestia answered.

Twilight nodded her head meekly.

“It is an unfortunate part of princesshood I’m afraid,” Celestia explained.

Twilight opened her mouth to respond but no words came out, she merely sat there, stunned and confused. The young woman had seen her former mentor in many a vulnerable state before since her childhood. They had shared a bathhouse before, gone to hot springs and though Twilight had been so rude to stare, she had never noticed the third leg dangling from Celestia’s crotch before.

“I-”

Once again Twilight's question was cut off, only this time it was her former mentor’s lips that had done so. Celestia, having leaned forward and grabbed Twilight's chin had forced a deep and strangely intimate kiss. For a moment Twilight was too shocked to do anything, then she felt a wave of pleasure radiate outward, soothing her worries and smoothing out her concerns. By the time Celestia’s tongue invaded her mouth and their kiss deepened, Twilight no longer cared.

The strangeness of it all, the odd discrepancies, the weird way Celestia spoke, it all didn't matter anymore. There was only Celestia, her warm, wet tongue, and her soft, tender lips. Seconds blurred together and time fell away until all of a sudden Celestia had pulled away. Without thinking, Twilight continued to lean forward, seeking out her former mentor’s presence. Only a gentle hand against her chest stopped her from falling off the bed and tumbling to the floor.

“Woah there eager girl, don't fall now,” Celestia whispered.

Twilight blinked and looked up at her former mentor, the haze of pleasure leaving her even more baffled than usual.

“There we are, good, now. Are you ready to help me with my little problem?” Celestia cooed.

Twilight nodded, though there was trepidation there.

“You have questions I’m sure. Well, allow me to answer a few of them,” Celestia replied, a hand going to her cock and absently starting to stroke it. “I’m asking you specifically because I know I can trust you not to leak this to the press or the townsfolk. If news broke about this then confidence in the crown as well as myself may weaken.”

Twilight gulped, her gaze being dragged inexorably toward the turgid erection before her as if it had its own gravitational pull.

“Only my sister and Cadance know of this little issue of mine, and obviously I can't ask either of them for help, right?” Celestia asked.

“Yeah, obviously,” Twilight muttered.

Celestia grinned, her eyes glowing a faint green, the orbs unseen by the woman before her who stared straight ahead at the fat cock standing in front of her.

“So now that you know why I can't let this get out, and why it must be you, do you still think you are able to help me?” Celestia pressed.

“Yes,” Twilight replied immediately. “You can't go out, not like this.”

“Exactly,” Celestia purred. “It's so big, and heavy that everyone would see it.”

“Can't have that,” Twilight whispered absently.

“Mmmhmmm,” Celestia murmured, a hand gently pushing Twilight onto her back.

The princess then climbed onto the bed and crawled her way over until she was kneeling next to Twilight's head. Her mottled length of pink and white hovered over Twilight's face, filling her vision with horsecock. The massive girth of the appendage would have been intimidating if Twilight thought about it, but she didn't think even once.

She simply reached out and guided the shaft into her mouth, her jaw opening wide to accept the huge head. Her tongue instinctively began to massage the underside while her hands stroked what length had yet to pass her lips. The strange sweet taste of Celestia’s precum was delicious and Twilight suckled incessantly at her cock, eager for more.

“Good, now just turn to the side now,” Celestia cooed.

Twilight did as she was told, turning her head to the side and giving Celestia a better angle for her cock.

“What a good girl you are,” Celestia purred, a wide grin spreading across her face. “Such a good, obedient little girl.”

The alicorn’s eyes flashed green and fangs appeared briefly at the edge of her mouth. “I’m going to enjoy this immensely.”