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The birds fluttered through the Canterlot sky down into a luscious garden on the university grounds. Students milled about through the pathways or rested on the benches sprinkled throughout, taking in the rays of a particularly beautiful day. One of the students stood out among the crowd, standing at the top of a terrace overlooking a sharp drop into the city, staring unemotively into Canterlot.

Twilight didn't know what to think. Ever since the night where everything changed between her and Princess Celestia, the entire change in their mentorship had seemingly reverted like a rewound clock. After they cleaned themselves up and actually got dressed for fear of a want to get messy again, they had talked. The boundaries were made clear in a moment of clarity. Twilight was pretty sure she got her point across that this new dynamic was totally fine with her, and she listened to the princess about her wanting to get on Twilight's own level!

Then, the next morning when classes started, the veil of secrecy fell. Which, no kidding, Twilight would be mortified if this ever got out to anypony else; it would be an upheaval the likes of which would make war look like playground bickering. But when Twilight shared a lunch break with the Head Mare (as the asocial nerd always did), there was a remarkable reversion to the way things were. Celestia was back to her quiet humor, her encouraging words and gestures, her studious demeanor that commanded your attention on whatever matter may be pressing at the moment.

No vulnerability. Not even a hint of the conversations she'd shared with Celestia. Twilight fretted to herself over this.

There was another meeting with the princess to attend in the evening. She didn't have to fret for much longer today, especially now that her distracted mind no longer had to contend with frankly boring classes that barely snapped her out of her daze. Maybe she could spend this time getting her frustrations out...

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Twilight swung the doors to her dorm open, just enough to let her slip into the dark before slamming them closed and instinctually erecting a barrier around her chambers. She didn't even have to think about it anymore with as often as she cast the spell. With the candles unlit and her room ensconced in a dimness only her eyes could so easily adjust to, Twilight easily made her way to her bed amid the clutter she never bothered to pick up.

Climbing atop the mattress, she grabbed a thin blanket hanging above the headboard and swiped it away, unveiling the shameless, bold shrine to her princess and the feet she so intensely worshipped. Staring up at her pictures, especially the ones she'd taken last night, Twilight let out a quiet, shuddering breath.

It took seconds for her cock to unsheath itself out from under her school uniform's skirt and past the confines of her underwear. Reaching down without looking, she grabbed her panties and tore them away without so much of a flex of her arm, effortlessly letting her dangling sack swing freely between her legs and knocking against her knees. In that instance, her cock gave a 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 throb, flexing and swinging up against her upper body.

Twilight stared with a lidded gaze, lips parted with hot breaths escaping her lungs in riled, irritated huffs. She stood on her knees, eyes scanning sporadically across her pictures to soak in every secretive detail of the objects of her affection. Her cock ached and pulsed with no stimulation to sate it. A growl exited from her lips. Her horn lit up, illuminating the bed and several items away from her on a nightstand.

An onahole and a bottle of lube floated up to her as she fumbled with her pillows, stacking them in front of her. While using one hand to do so, she turned the other palm up and magically tilted the bottle upside down and squeezed a glob of the cold fluid past the cap and onto her hand. Then one hand shoved her toy between the pillows, and the other slathered a slick layer of lube across her cock. She let slip a gutteral moan from the sudden contact and the unfriendly cold shock sent through her groin.

Twilight closed her eyes tight and burnt the memory of that night into the back of her eyelids. Her breathing got erratic. With the hand likewise smeared with her lube she fingered and felt up the inside of her onahole. She slammed her way up to the knuckle and wriggled them around inside. As she fingerbanged the onahole, she pictured clear as glass in her mind the sight of Princess Celestia giving her a royal footjob with those fat... dexterous... dick-shaming FEET of hers...

Groan expanding into an uncomfortably loud growl, Twilight ripped her hand out and slammed both down on the pillow and pressed her achingly flared tip to the entrance, both ends oozing a different slick, clear fluid on the edges of the pillowcases below. It took only a hearty push inside to send a mind-erasing jolt up into her vulnerable pony brain, making her eyes shoot back and her mouth to spread wide into a cheshire grin. A streak of light raced along the grooves in her horn and ended at the tip with a rain of twinkling sparks jettisoning down upon herself.

It was hard to remember anything beyond that.

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Through the barest crack in the dorm doors, an amber eyes watched the scene unfolding before its sight. A positively feral Twilight Sparkle drove the meatspear she wielded now openly like a jackhammer into her toy, an inconsequential casualty in her aroused state of mindlessness. Every few seconds of rapidfire slapping against the pillows, the unicorn murmured a deeply sensual utterance of the princess's name, some loving and some vicious and venomous.

Celestia could hardly believe the sight herself. Not only was her student furiously plowing a pile of pillows like she wanted feather-stuffed progeny, the shrine of candid photos she fixated on with an unwaveringly craned neck bent towards it fueled so much of her stallion-made ferocity.

Never did the princess intrude on what Twilight did behind the barrier she erected every after-school stop by her dorm room. All she'd needed was a confirmation that it was privacy for... base things, and that satisfied her for several years now. But now Twilight was grown up, far more than when she had met the unicorn, and more than Twilight herself could know. And since the shattering of the status quo the night before, it was enough to make Celestia act upon her curiosity.

Now she could dispel all the self-doubt this act brewed in her mind. Who cared if the monarch was behaving like a peeping tom? Even if her royal guard chastised her unbecoming act of perversion, a flash of her lidded gaze and dangling tongue would show her discoverers how many fucks she didn't give.

And all Celestia needed to finish herself off was her student's own impending finish line...

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It wasn't long to find the end of the tunnel. Twilight's cock near chaffed and pulsating against the insides of her pliable toy, flare bashing into the onahole's end and stretching it paper thin with every thrust, balls smacking the lube-drenched pillows below her pistoning dick...

All she needed was the sight of her personal picture of the Princess of Equestria's exposed soles lifted off her well-worn sandals utterly engulfing her vision. Now her tongue hung limp down her bottom lip, drooling on her pillow, ans her open maw filled with her bothered, high-pitched moans as she brought herself to an unannounced climax.

A wad of her feet-fueled nut ballooned the end of her onahole, bulging from the force of her ropes punching the insides to the beat of her cock-pulses. When the strength of her orgasm petered back to that of the average, the built-up deluge of marecum flushed around her shaft and out the margins of her toy onto the bed. With the final spurts into the plastic pussy, the spent unicorn let herself slump in post-nut exhaustion, her face pressed against the headboard by her cheek and sliding gently as her back hunched.

Sighing sharply, Twilight took a breather from her admittedly overdone rut session. Without looking, she reached for her slowly softening cock and ripped the toy from around her girth, dragging it from between the pillows with another splash of cum spilling on her sheets. She batted the pillows off the bed carelessly and threw the onahole to the nightstand.

"Fffffuck me..." Twilight groaned to herself. She dragged herself up and clamored off the bed to her feet. She rubbed her head with the back of her hand around the base of her horn as her eyes fluttered. Her cock rested sticking out between her legs, still sticking out quite far despite the retreat it made.

Finally opening her eyes, she looked back at the pinboard shrine with a squinted gaze, brow knitted as she took it in. A small cast of magic floated the discarded sheet back over it to conceal the embarrassing photos. She hung it by the corners and let the magic fade—.

Twilight snapped her eyes open. The barrier was gone.

Flipping her head around and nearly cracking her neck, she swung her eyes about the room as a subtle glow emitted from her horn. She paced the room, her loafer heels clacking through the air in rapid thuds. As she recast the spell, her eyes flicked in every which way as she sensed... another barrier. Who...?

"Oh god." Twilight whispered.

"You mean goddess, correct?"

Body petrified, she looked at her door, now parted open with a tall, far tidier princess standing in the doorway with a bemused smirk spread across those pretty lips of hers. "I know what you'll ask. I saw just about everything. I liked what I saw. ♡"

Twilight huffed to herself in a feeble attempt to shake the shame in her. Peering up at the peeping princess, she stood in place as she approached her student, extending one of her gentle hands toward her to cup her face in her palm. Between her legs, Twilight's retreating erection pulsed with a flood of pre dribbling onto her dorm floor. She gulped, wondering what the princess might say now.

"I noticed quickly when your barrier went down. It's uncommon for spells to be interrupted by extreme emotions, but not unheard of, and I assumed as much."

Celestia nudged her student back to her bed and sat her down. Her smile had turned warm, as did the twinkle in her eyes. A golden glow of her horn erupted swiftly, and Twilight now held a cold water bottle in her lap. She picked it up from her bare thighs and shivered at the chill.

"So, I came to your room and cast another barrier, same as your own, but... I decided to stick around to observe. I know that's invasive and I hope you forgive me."

"Y—Yes, I do." Twilight murmured as strongly as she could muster in her afterglow.

"I'm flattered by how fervent you are, dear. It's not every day I can watch a sincere display of pleasure like that.~" Even when Twilight became a dark shade of magenta, the monarch still looked at her so fondly. She caressed the unicorn's face and slid between her legs and onto her knees, knelt before Twilight. "I arranged for another study session in the throne room. Would you like to join tonight?"

"Um..." Twilight stumbled at first, the question unexpected. "Y—Yes! Yes, yes, of course, I'll be there at 8:00 like always. W—Why, did you think I wouldn't want to?"

"You were never required to come unless I specified, Twilight," Celestia chuckled. "I just liked the company. It's the only time I get to know you at the truest level of the depth of your person. You as a pony are very interesting to me."

The love she uttered in those words left a worming, wriggling feeling in Twilight's guts. It swiftly worked up to her heart and promptly exploded, her eyes widening and her chest billowing with her sails catching the wind.

Twilight dropped her water. Her hands grabbed her princess by the face. Cusping her cheeks, she rushed into a lip-to-lip smooch, one that lasted for an eternity and only a split-second at once.

When she retreated, she looked into Celestia's widened eyes and quivering lips. Twilight suspected she looked just as shocked as her. Celestia lifted her fingers to touch her lips, an unbelieving reaction to Twilight's impulse.

"Sorry." Twilight's voice was tight.

"Don't be." Celestia breathed her words, a wistful look overcoming her gaze.

"I love you too—." Twilight blurted. She just as quickly hid her mouth with a hand, but their gazes remained locked. She cleared her throat, scrambling to keep the words coming. "Th—That was your way of saying I love you to someone like me, right? Because you're not used to this, like you told me. Well, I think I can say it for us. I mean, I—I—I just did, right? And that wasn't just me being your devotee, I promise! I... I really do love you."

Now it was Celestia's turn to turn a pretty shade of pink at the sound of Twilight's words. To anyone else, such rambling, roundabout justifications and posturing might distract or subtract from the heart of her words. But Celestia was more endeared than ever before. Her heart could burst out of her chest!

After a moment of quiet, the princess rose back to her full height, but not before leaving a sweet peck on her student's forehead. Twilight stared longingly after Celestia from so far below her.

"I love you too, Twilight. And I would be delighted to have you join me tonight. ♡"

"Y... Yeah. Yeahyeahyeah. 8:00?"

"8:00. On the dot. Toodles.~"

Celestia teleported with a spark of gold before Twilight. It left the poor unicorn in a musky room, clothes soaked with sweat, fur matted, and her heart full to bursting. She threw herself onto her back and resigned herself to the third refractory period in the last day cycle. Quite the record; it would knock her off her feet for a whole day if this kept up.

What did that mean for tonight?

Author's Note

Actual progress in a situationship by the third chapter? Say it ain't so!

After quite the intense evening with several questions still hanging in the open, is it any wonder Twilight needed some stress relief? And it's quite severe considering her spell was broken. Hopefully the next study sesh can work out the magical kinks.