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The school day of Canterlot University of the Arcane had let out not so long ago. The presence of the sun hung high above, even when the myriad of students had hunkered down in the boarding houses and bedrooms to relax after yet more grueling schoolwork as per the rigorous curriculum.
But one student, one very close to the Head Mare and uniquely so, enjoyed the celestial body's presence more than any other.
Twilight Sparkle had been hunkered down in her dorm in Canterlot Castle for quite some time now, essentially since the bell rung. A mural of 'Do Not Disturb' signs hung from practically every square inch of the imposing oak door. Every member of the Royal Guard assigned to her wing of the castle knew full well how dangerous a task it was to not heed the signs. There had been terrible incidents in the past, almost whispered legend of the destruction wrought by a cranky, laser-focused protegé of the sun.
So avoid the dorms they did, not even being near enough to notice an unusually powerful sound dampening barrier surrounding the entire complex that the unicorn had access to. And even if they were to be close enough, they certainly wouldn't be able to hear the rather raunchy noises coming from within, accompanied by fleshly slapping and horse-like whineys...
Inside the student dorms, a corkboard was illuminated in its place on the wall above the bed, and it was utterly adorn with images depicting the Sol Matriarch of Equestria, the Princess of Canterlot, and, by some old religions, the Goddess of the Sun. Celestia, the crown alicorn of the kingdom, and all the available candid photos of her bare feet .
Of all the subcultures surrounding the immortal ruler of Equestria, the one Twilight herself contributed most to was the fetish of the Princess's elusive feet, as her status as the sole prodigy of the ruler gave her unfettered access to the kinds of candid pictures she could snap of those now-sought subjects by a dedicated fetish cult of sorts, one that placed an uncomfortably fervent devotion upon Celestia's feet.
And one of which Twilight was the anonymous founder.
When it started, there wasn't really a strict date to pin. Maybe it was after so many nights of personal tutelage by the monarch herself bestowed onto her personal student. Maybe it was when the burning coals of awful, awkward puberty were stoked in the unicorn by being in the princess's regal presence. Maybe it all stemmed from that first Summer Sun Celebration, when the immortal alicorn rose with the very sun itself like a living deity above her...
Who knew how this grew to be. Only Twilight had an inkling of her own journey, and that was going to stay that way . Nopony could know this about the studious, ever serious, stone-faced shut-in of the university. Who needed friends when the sight of the monarch's forbidden soles filled her heart far more completely?
In the midst of the dingy, hotboxed room, looking up at the enlarged pictures she herself had taken of her mentor's, her royal highness’s feet, far closer and more unveiled than any other attempts at capturing them, Twilight used her hands to feverishly stroke herself off, on her back and legs raised high and twisting in her perverse self-pleasuring. Had the dorms not been concealed in sound-canceling magic, she would have woken up half the castle with her devout noises of moans and high-pitched squeals.
"C—CELESTIAAAAA!! Your feeeet... YOUR FEET! "
She continued her obsessive, repetitive moans to the Goddess, and the true object of her devotion, to the high heavens for nopony to hear. And as always, Twilight raised her hips in a final thrust that gave way to her climax of the evening, aimed toward a particular image far bolder than any other: all ten of Celestia's exposed, freshly pedicured toes, just unveiled from a tug of her dress upwards. Those enlarged images of such nut-worthy tootsies were splattered in what might as well be the thousandth load of Twilight's perverted horsecum since those toes were snapped by a very cleverly composed Twilight last week at the Grand Galloping Gala rehearsal dinner.
Recovering from her orgasm of devotion, Twilight picked herself up from the floor and tread towards the cum-drenched toes, looking upon them as she would a lover amidst the haze of post-coital bliss. Getting an inch away, Twilight then licked her cum from the photo, panting breathlessly as she did. More ropes of cum flew from her softening cock in the act.
"D—Dear, darling Princess... Who I wouldn't kill just to taste those delectable ... holy... SUCKABLE TOES of yours...~"
Licking her lips, the faithful little pupil let herself fall to the mussed sheets on her dorm bed, letting her cock shrink back into her sheath. How long had she been in her dorm...?
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Later that evening, about 8 p.m and well after Twilight's recovery from her 'nightly ritual' as she phrased it in her meticulous itinerary, she was called upon by the princess to join her in the throne room. A common practice, as her Highness needed a reprieve from raising the moon and often called on Twilight to join her in those vulnerable times. A fact much prided by the perky, assured unicorn.
Walking into the room, the vibe was immediately different. None of the stations of the Royal Guard were manned. The chandeliers were haphazardly kept, making the room dimmer than usual. And sitting at her drafting desk instead of her throne on arrival like usual, Celestia of the Sun greeted the unicorn prodigy with her warm smile and a wave of her hand. Something that made Twilight's heart flutter every single goddamn time.
Trotting up like an excited schoolfilly on her first day, Twilight bowed deeply before she took her rightly seat on the opposite side of the desk.
"Anything on the agenda tonight, Princess Celestia?" She asked, already beaming in her royal presence.
"Oh, only an exercise in academics... Come, join me. Pick up a scroll and read with me."
The princess spoke in such a lovely, melodious voice, like the songbirds of Equestria strove to match her audible beauty. Listening to her speak made Twilight positively melt where she stood. Thankfully she had enough wherewithall to venture her hand out and grasp a scroll of papyrus to occupy herself with before her nerves got the better of her.
For a while, the night was nothing special in particular. The subject of the day was... historical erotica, of all things. Well, it's not like Twilight knew nothing of the topic, especially not regarding certain... focuses. But what was the royal protegé if not professional about academic studies?
Studying the essays and manuscripts like a dutiful student, the fidgety little fledgeling was so far buried in the paper of her reading that she failed to notice the monarch now up and about and received a heart-beating startle when she glanced up and saw Celestia sitting before her with her behind on the edge of the desk, her auroral eyes set on the papyrus unfurled in her fingers.
"Quite the interesting turn, don't you think, Twilight?" The princess asked, clearly expecting Twilight's informes opinion. "On the Lunarian golden agw of taboo writings. They were quite the raunchy group of authors last I recall."
Twilight's brain spazzed out in that moment and her only formulated response was a series of stuttering vowels and unbecoming noises.
"Please, my student, it's not postgraduate alchemy here." Celestia rebuked rather dryly, a humored grin creeping up her cheeks.
"S—Sorry, Princess, I just—" Stopping the verbal vomit and gathering herself, Twilight gave her usual type of answer. "I do think there was a noticeable shift in erotica following Nightmare Moon's banishment, from general fantasies for every reader to a focused drive to depict the Mare in the Moon as some sexual deity that preys on lewd dreams and serves as a sex icon to the lunar followers."
"That's the Twilight kind of answer I've come to expect." Celestia's praise was so warming and comforting. Like a drug to the unicorn. "Could you speculate as to why that is?"
"W—Well, um.. Forgive me, Princess but your status as a goddess in the early religions was that of a matron, the motherly aspect of femininity. The Moon was therefore the incompatible aspect, sexuality. Plus, the banishment brought about a rather puritanical streak in the early Equestrians, and that always leads to an equal push from the opposite side of the board." She really hoped her answer didn't tip over into blasphemy against the throne.
"That's the exact answer, Twilight."
Twilight blinked. Well that was fortuitous.
"My student, I personally witnessed this change in attitude when I ascended as the sole monarch. Being regarded as a deity was something I wasn't letting slip me by unchecked or misunderstood by myself. It's not like I could encourage them to allow me to represent all aspects of femininity." Celestia rolled her paper back up with a flick of magic and an exasperated chuckle.
"Oh, don't sell yourself short, your Highness." Twilight murmured saucily.
When Celestia giggled at her response, Twilight first started nervously, but settled when the princess found humor in her unprovoked comment.
Then, the monarch turned around, reaching over the desk.
"Excuse me, I need a quill here shortly..."
Twilight's mind had already checked out. Her eyes, two beaming lasers of immense concentration, found themselves locked unmoving onto the downward sight to behold, an inconceivable opportunity.
Celestia was leaned across the desk, having to be on her tiptoes to do so. That left the bottoms of her feet, both her soles, completely exposed from the imprints of her well-worn sandals and showing to the tiny mare behind her all the pearly skin of her feet. Twilight could hardly believe such a photogenic sight was right before her eyes. And by the sounds of it, the Princess wasn't finding that quill anytime soon.
A quick and silent spell brought out a holographic interface, a capture screen locked onto Celestia's candidly exposed soles. Twilight took what must've been dozens of snapshots in the precious few seconds she had the spell activated. She dispelled it with haste before burying herself in reading once more. Nothing to see here, just an academic nerd enjoying some analysis of godly smut...
By the time Twilight dared to peek around at her mentor once more, she was right back to gliding around the perimeter of the reading light of the lantern, completely unaware of the sheer act of degeneracy committed right under her toes— HER NOSE. That's what she meant, her nose.
"What seems to be the motivation for the eventual acceptance of Lunarian erotica, my student?"
Shoot, another question.
"Wasn't it the liberation movement started by queer authors of all genres? I think that's a night of research all on its own..."
Celestia looked... mournful in that moment. Her eyes now looked at nothing in particular. Whatever papyrus scroll she held, she did so solidly in both hands. Her brow became furrowed. Twilight shrunk back in her seat. "Is... something wrong?"
The monarch silently rolled the scroll into a tight wind, more then enough torque to shut it and almost tearing it. She breathed deeply before magicking it away.
"Repression is a grave sickness, Twilight. Do you understand?"
The unicorn had no words for an entirely different reason.
"I bear some of the responsibility for those ponies bearing the fate they did. I was distracted by things other than my people's well-being. I vowed to never foster an environment where anypony had to hide their true selves. I fear how it could regress to such folly in the future."
"Your Highness," Twilight spoke up finally.
"Even with you?"
That confused Twilight. What did she mean by that? How could she ever wish to be treated differently by someone so gracious to her?
"Oh, ignore me," Celestia soon waved her hand dismissively. "I fret far too much. You make me prouder than any student I've mentored before; that ought to speak to my effect on your development."
A deserved moment of self-recognition, Twilight thought. She felt she wouldn't have reached nearly the heights of her studies without such divine guidance. And it didn't hurt to have such an effective if secretive stress relief in the same source.
The night resumed once more with normalcy past their conversation. More reading of queer literature, more thoughtful discussions on the topic and Twilight displaying her encyclopedic deduction, and more and more slow and steady descent into the sleepy, quiet hours of the late night. Come the hour before midnight, and Celestia was back in her chair, cozied in just as her student was.
Fighting off a shiver, the princess lifted her horn and fired off a signal to turn the candle fire up a notch, sending a wave of warmth down the sprawling length of the throne room.
Twilight exhaled appreciatively now that she didn't quite feel the night air creeping in through the gaps in the window. Such protective warmth the princess was capable of, even against her holy opposite in her territory. She only hoped her love for the monarch could be felt as acutely. Looking up from her book, she noticed a very invested Princess pouring herself into a particular tome. Her thoughts changed direction abruptly, almost at breakneck speed.
Was her Majesty... actually interested in this? Not just in an academic sense, but a... libido sense? No, perish the thought, she must. The Princess has never been that kind of mare. She's an entirely different breed of pony, far above those kinds of awful thoughts! Plus, she had never expressed anything resembling libido in all her years of mentoring from her, and there are no children to speak of from her holy royal bloodline, so...
"Quite invigorating... I say, the Lunarians know what they're doing with their quill and parchment..."
If Twilight's face got any hotter and brighter than it became after hearing THAT , Celestia would need to turn the braziers down for her own fire would overwhelm them.
"I—I—aiyiyiyi don't think .. I have that book out o—over here. What are you— ahem— referring to?" Twilight somehow managed to pull herself together to string together a coherent combination of words into her inquiry.
"Oh, this juicy excerpt from about a hundred years after the founding of the cult, of the lunar followers' devotion to the Mare in the Moon. It's remarkable how... detailed the writings are. I must say I enjoy them, barring the obvious associations of course."
Twilight could swear she heard steam exiting her pinned ears. She buried herself in the glossary of her book in a desperate, intellectual equivalent of a cold shower. Oh, those are the terminology entries describing the lewd words in the book, THAT won't do—.
In her scramble to ignore the burning in her body, the monarch took her nose out of the tome's crease and drew her eyes on the snug ball of nervous unicorn sitting across from her. Please don't ask to engage, dear princess—.
"I find this quite interesting... Here, look at this passage."
Suddenly, Twilight was thrust into a new document's contents by the monarch's magic levitating it up to her, thankfully highlighted by the same magic. How kind of her for the neurotic fledgling— holy hay there are toes in that book .
Plain as day before her eyes and given special attention by the Princess of Equestria herself was a passage by a Lunarian cultist's feverish declarations of devotion to the Moon Goddess's divinely beautiful feet, in far more flowery and eloquent speech than even Twilight could muster in private towards her affections. Hearing how brazenly this devotee verbally *slobbered * for Nightmare Moon's toes was enough to make a Manehatten streetwhorse blush.
"Quite the intriguing fetish to link to the Lunarian image of sex, don't you think? A focus on the Moon Goddess's feet is unique, but not unheard of in the erotica of Equestria's deities. There's always been a significance placed upon a god's feet, as their connection to the same ground that every other mortal walks. Any thoughts on this phenomenon, my student?"
Twilight had to play off her utter wordlessness as an engrossment of the material in front of her, which wasn't... entirely misrepresentation. She DID have a very easy time reading these passages and disections, especially the previously unseen excerpts of Lunarian writing. That was some devotion, alright.
Then Twilight caught the monarch's gaze in the corner of her eye, those thick lashes batting in anticipation for her studious response. The unicorn could feel sweat rushing past her brow, illuminated by her magic as she flipped through the pages back to Celestia's place in the literature. She could NOT let the princess have any clue as to her deepest, darkest rituals.
"Ohh, I—I reeeally don't think I'm that qualified to speak on such— such matters, your Majesty. I think I'll keep reading a—and educate myself! Yeah, yeah, that's the best course of action right now..."
Twilight tried to bury herself back into the tome, but Celestia raised an eyebrow above lidded eyes and asked a very dry question with just an expression. "Twilight, you only decline to engage when you have hangups about a subject and its literature."
That was a clue!?
"You also only use 'your Majesty' when you're not being sincere."
THAT TOO!?
"What troubles you this time, my faithful student? It's unwise to let those feelings go unchecked. Remember when the Equestria Journal of Biology published their findings on draconic upbringing and you threw a fit in the lecture hall with me there?"
Oh yeah, that was bad. Twilight almost had to get bailed out of jail for the way she reamed those colonialist pricks. Maybe... she could divulge to her mentor? Drifting the tome down just enough to reveal her earnest gaze to the monarch, sandwiched between her straight bangs and the leathery bindings, the prodigy took a deep breath and braced herself.
"I... I can answer the question, Princess, I just feel uncomfortable with the knowledge I have on... such a subject." Twilight admitted, flicking her gaze away.
"Oh, Twilight," Celestia smiled gently in bemusement. "If you yourself are drawn in by the Lunarian feet-focused erotica, there's no shame in that. Why do you think I am so eager to speak with you on such material?~"
Twilight met the princess's kind, matronly gaze with wide eyes under a furrowed brow. She huffed through her snout quite forcefully.
"I'm sorry what."
Celestia smirked. Rather deviously too. "Do you think an immortal princess has no sex drive, Ms. Sparkle?"
Twilight slammed the tome closed, hiding her face with her arms raised to hold the covering tightly. The burn of her blood rushing throughout her slender body only got hotter. She couldn't bear to look her Majesty in the eyes after such words were spoken. They echoed in her head in that same, smoky tone the princess had said them in.
To her surprise, the tome was nudged downward and revealed to Twilight the sun-dappled face of the monarch above her, her body leaning across the desk and getting very close to her student. The toga that wrapped the alicorn's front and waist was clinging for dear life to her tightly-bound chest, and her voluminous mane of pastel raindow was cascading down her shoulders and draped over her large frame. Her eyes held auroras within the honey-colored irises. It was all enough to suck the breath from Twilight's lungs like a vacuum.
Celestia made the next move, not expecting a petrified unicorn to be proactive in the face of a deity. She took her student's face in her palm whilst her other hand kept her balanced on the edge of the desk. Twilight's breath came out of her ajar maw in a jittery yammer at such a touch. The monarch's hand was comfortingly warm to the touch. She looked upon Twilight with those eyes holding all the knowing in the world, eyes from which nothing could hide. Twilight was certain Celestia could feel her heartbeat within her flushed cheek's capillaries.
"You love me. Don't you, Twilight?"
Twilight could cry at such a wistful, beautiful tone in that voice of hers. Her mouth hung open before the princess's gaze, the smallest squeaks of attempts at speaking bleating from her maw.
"More than that, even. You worship me, like a goddess."
"You are a goddess."
It was the most conviction throughout all Twilight had spoken with tonight that she declared that to Princess Celestia. Yet her devoted declaration was met by a retreat of Celestia's hands, something that sank Twilight's thumping heart into the depths of her stomach.
Though Celestia pulled away, her gaze never left her, nor morphed in any way. Her hand moved back to the tome and returned it to her grasp. The only change in the monarch was her leaning back into her seat and opening the tome. Twilight finally took in the title illuminated across the leather bounds:
'𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒; 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.'
Twilight watched how the princess tenderly riffed through the pages. What special thing was held within those scrawlings that she regarded so thoughtfully? What was Twilight missing?
"That was honest. That's something I find quite rare in you, my student."
Twilight blinked, drawn out of her trance by something so blunt out of the monarch's mouth. "What..? I—I've never lied to you—!"
"No, of course not. You couldn't even if you tried. I meant to yourself ." The bravado in Twilight's self-assertion gave way to defeat. She sat pretty and still on her chair, waiting to be called into the principal's office for some unforseen social crossing. It wasn't often, even in magic kindergarten, that she should be subject to a visit with Celestia under such pretense. It terrified the unicorn.
"You hide parts of yourself away in recesses you think are sealed and hidden. I see them beneath the smoke and mirrors, and the distortion of your perception of yourself. You love in ways beyond your academically-tracked mind, in baser, simpler ways like other ponies do. You engage with so much more than your studies, even if you decline to admit it."
"W—What do you.. mean?" Twilight twiddled her thumbs in anticipation. She didn't know if this was a lesson or a lecture, despite the princess's gentle-as-ever tone.
"To be blunt and relevant, reading about moon cult porn turns you on."
Twilight didn't know if she wanted to scream to the heavens or perish on the spot. Her face turning a brilliant shade of magenta only added to her condemnation by the Princess's words.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Twilight. We all come to confront our libido at one point or another. I know I did reading what the Lunarians would do in honor of their goddess's holy feet... Hff. ♡" Celestia's voice became just the barest bit raspier upon that last statement. Twilight flailed in a knee-jerk reaction and almost took the papyrus scrolls with her frantic arms.
"I—I don't need a lesson in sex positivity with our erotica research, y—your Highness!" Her tittering and choked-up bellow left Twilight embarrassed and Celestia bearing down on her with her honeydrop orbs.
Twilight feared the worst, especially when the monarch closed the tome and carried it with her around the desk to seat herself upon the ledge, looking back down at Twilight.
"Do you think it's improper to expose my ears to vulgar topics in vulgar ways? Or is it the misconception of my matronly position?"
Her slender fingers slipped down the crevace of Twilights legs...
"And personal. ♡"
Without another second to process just what the Holy Goddess of the Sun was suggesting to a mere mortal mare, Twilight had *thrown * her legs apart, her concentration entirely on the looming monarch and not at all on bodily discretion. When Celestia gave a melodic giggle for the young unicorn's apparent eagerness, Twilight gasped in realization and slammed her knees together, making a deep clap ring out from her thighs. Unfortunately, it was around the monarch's hand, and it wasn't tight enough to keep her from slipping up the unicorn's uniform skirt.
Twilight gasped as the touch of the sun became known to the stiffening, turgid mass thinly veiled in the fabric of her panties, and her expression of utter bliss was only matched by Celestia's own magma-smoldering gaze, complete with a batting of those thick, mascara-ladden eyelashes.
"I want to hear you say you want it before I continue. Enthusiastic consent is a key part of my seduction plan here so... do you want this? " Celestia almost begged for her pupil's honesty in those words. And Twilight couldn't lie to her mentor even if she wanted to.
"I want this so much more than you could ever know, your Highness... PLEASE show me, teacher..." Twilight was short of breath, flushed in the face, and spreading her legs as wide as her seat would allow, helped by a healthy flexibility from childhood gymnastics. At the point of releasing Celestia's hand, the princess nudged the skirt she wore out of the way and unveiled the panty-busting erection swinging from her thigh's confinement. The princess caressed the long and lengthy shaft of Twilight's, fingers pointed down and her palm forcing the stretched fabric to press back into the hard-as-diamonds log erecting from between her pupil's plump, soft legs. The student was pinned to her chair, arms beside her, using her spread legs to pump herself up and down, shamelessly grinding against her mentor's gentle, loving hand.
"How long has this throbbing monster been aching for me, my darling pupil?" Celestia's breathy voice seeped her inquiring words into Twilight's ears, only making her hump into the air harder and quicker.
"S—SO FUCKING LONG , holy SHIT..." The poor unicorn panted, squeaking out her answers as she fought off the easiest orgasm of her life. The stretched fabric draped tight over the ribbed crown of her tip was soaked completely through by her precum. Her eyes were rolled back into her head from the constant stream of blissful touch electrifying her nervous system.
In a stunning turn, Twilight no longer felt the monarch's hand. She was left humping the air like a dog. Her vision corrected and looked upon the alabaster goddess sitting above her, one of her feet pressed to her chair and dangerously close to her nethers. Before Twilight could ask about this, the princess had pushed her away, giving herself far more leg room. And with that extra flexibility...
"EEP—!!"
The unicorn's aching, stiffened shaft felt the soft, pillowy embrace of her princess's unearthly soles, one set of toes grasping the sensitive tip and the other splayed down the curve of her cock's shaft. As the latter slowly slid up and down the pulsating veins, the former gripped the ruined panties and snapped them from their stretchy predicament. Now completely exposed, Twilight stared with eyes the size of dinner plates as Princess Celestia smeared her royal feet in the gooey, sticky slime of her student's precum.
"Oh, I see what I've been missing... Smut is nothing compared to holding this monstrous horsecock between my feet..." As Celestia marveled at the joys of her footjob, Twilight gaped with her mouth ajar as she realized just how HUGE Celestia's fucking feet were.
Her cock was big. Like, far above average big . That had never been in dispute. Locker rooms in college buzzed with rumors of the royal protegé's swingin' horsedong. And the monarch's sole alone matched her length. Not to mention how her sole doubled the width, and her long toes added even more to the length and the way those fat piggies wriggled against her veins and how fucking godlike her soles felt and—.
"Cum."
Twilight blinked her eyes wide open, looking Celestia in the eye in a moment of vulnerability.
"Spray those feet-fueled ropes of marenut for me, Twilight Sparkle. Prove your devotion to these big, phat royal FEET. CUM!"
"M—MYYY GODDESSSS—!! HYUHHH "
The explosion that followed was unlike any orgasm Twilight could hope to achieve before this. She blacked out, hard. When she finally came to, she awoke with fluttering eyes to the sight of her Royal Highness, sprayed in countless thick, chunky ropes of her cum, thickly draped over her heavenly body, on her face, in her hair , and especially drizzled over her scrunched toes and seeping into the wrinkles of her soles. And Celestia was licking some of that voluminous nut from her fingers. When she noticed her student back in her head, she flashed a pleased smile paired with such utterly knee-wobbling 'fuck-me ' eyes.
"Good student as always, Ms. Sparkle. A+... ♡"
Twilight blacked out again.
Author's Note
A longer form story from an inexperienced author? Say it ain't so!
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There was an airy floatiness to the space Twilight inhabited.
It wasn't exactly black, but nothing surrounded her. As she glided about in a cloud of gently nudging currents, there came a growing light that pierced the haze. It enveloped her in bliss, an inexplicably good sensation.
With alarming swiftness, her crotch was likewise enveloped, but by a feeling that was startlingly clear from her memory. It made her blood race dangerously fast, and the light got brighter and brighter. In a matter of seconds, she was uncontrollably writhing in the midst of a rattling orgasm—.
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Twilight's eyes flew open with a quick gasp for air resounding out of her mouth.
Looking around frantically, she took in enough of her surroundings to recognize where she was. This was the princess's chambers, complete with the familiar sheets of silk hung from the banisters and the myriad cushions and pillows making up the comfortable furniture. In the distance, the heavy, gold-welded doors sat closed and locked; in another direction, the curtains blew in the wind from the open balcony; and finally, two pillars made the doorway into a brightly lit bathroom, illuminating a billowing cascade of thin steam leaking from within, accompanied by the sound of running water.
Twilight stood up from the futon she'd been resting on, shaking her head with a grimace across her face. Not only was her sense of balance not what it used to be, she had a monster headache making its presence known. Nevermind that, Sparkle, you have to go—.
Oup. Blink, blink.
She was. VERY naked. Like, nuts swinging into her thighs naked. Looking down at herself, she saw her shaft somewhat poking out. Not particularly unheard of for her equipment, but she had to cover this all up if her suspicions were correct and the princess herself was not ten feet away from her bare naked form and very close to possibly catching her.
Twilight jumped as wet footsteps echoed from the bathroom. Her trademark panicked, wide-eyed expression darted in the direction of a silhouette emerging from the depths, and she could tell from the magnificent curves just who she was gawking at.
Out of the steam, Princess Celestia strolled with her arms raised to run a towel over her soaked mane. She wrapped the cloth around her matted mass of hair and tilted her head down to check the room, her gaze landing upon a purple-coat gremlin hunched over the master bed with the sheets haphazardly wrapped around her body, those crazed eyes of hers glaring back at the princess like those of a dog who got caught eating something it definitely shouldn't be eating.
"...is me seeing you naked such a concern, Ms. Sparkle?"
Twilight blinked in embarrassment at the towel-clad alicorn. "...yeeesss?"
"Who do you think undressed you in the first place?"
Twilight paused. Then groaned. Defeated by sensible process of elimination, she dropped the sheets and sheepishly put the bunched fabric back on the mattress. When she turned back to Celestia, she stood straight and close to herself, hugging herself and trying to cover up her chest. Her legs clenched in an attempt to make herself seem not as... blatantly present. But looking upon the monarch with only two towels, one over her hair and another wrapped from her collarbone to her iliac crest, it did very little to hide how much blood was rushing southward.
Glancing down at the steadily growing erection, Celestia let herself smile wide, angling a knowing gaze down at her pupil. "I appreciate the compliment, Twilight.~"
In response, there was a miniature explosion out of the poor unicorn's flurry of attempted excuses. Now giggling to herself, Celestia walked towards her panicking student and reached out a hand to touch her chin in an unexpectedly tender gesture. Twilight quickly paused her freakout to gaze up at Celestia's comforting, warming gaze. It did so well to soothe the erratic edges of her neurosis. How did her Highness put up with her every day?
"Are you alright? Do you need water, something to eat? Maybe to sit down again?" The care in Celestia's voice made Twilight's knees buckle, thus she really did need to sit down. Sinking to the mattress off her feet, she followed Celestia's gaze as the princess joined her, sitting down next to Twilight and placing a hand on her knee. Twilight resisted the urge to once again freak out to preserve what crumbs of dignity she retained in the moment.
"Um... I—I didn't dream any of that... did I?" Twilight asked in a small voice.
"Dream what? My feet wrapping around your lovely cock? ♡" Celestia's cheerful grin and playful tilt of her head didn't do justice to the sultry smoke radiating off her voice. Twilight balled her fist and dented the heel of her palm to calm herself. "I'm glad to have gotten this aired out, my dear student. I have to admit to you, I've been privy to your nightly rituals for some time now. I wanted to bring this up in a way that showed I didn't at all judge you for doing so."
"WHAT!?" Twilight evoked a close approximation of the Royal Canterlot Voice. Eyelid twitching and wringing her hands, Twilight gawked at Celestia's reveal. "But my spells—! I was sure I—!"
"You are skilled , Twilight. But not enough to match your mentor quite so soon.~" Celestia's smirk was enough to wring a chuckle from the flustered unicorn. The princess infused a blaming sense of humor to these admittedly precarious conversations, possibly the only thing saving Twilight from smiting herself in the name of the Sun Goddess. "No, I knew not to linger further upon your threshold once I peered past the barriers and made sure you were safe. A privacy veil is nothing to fret about, especially the schedule you keep in its application."
"Ehehe... I guess I should spend a little less time of my week doing... that." Twilight chuckled at her expense, closing her thighs around her fluctuating erection.
"I wouldn't say so. You haven't skipped any classes or schoolwork, after all." Celestia nudged her, trying to dispel the tension within her pupil. "And don't feel pressured to curb your fantasies, dear. You're not even the millionth to jerk it to the Monarch of Equestria.~"
Clenching her fists again. Twilight was trying so desperately not to stray her thoughts from the very normal, unsexualized conversation they were having.
After a pause in Twilight's responses to her, Celestia brought an arm around the much smaller unicorn. Being squeezed close to the monarch, Twilight was once again made conscious of the difference between their bodies. Twilight herself was quite large for a unicorn, being an even six feet, but the Princess of the Sun had a stature double that, befitting the living divinity she was. In the midst of her musing, Twilight suddenly noticed Celestia's other arm reaching upward, suspiciously close to the rim of her towel...
FWUMP . Twilight silently laser-guided her eyes onto the now-unveiled bust of the height of Equestrian royalty. Two softly sagging, voluptuous pillows resting upon her chest and assumedly well-developed back muscles, each larger than Twilight's head, with absurdly large areola capped by thick nipples. As Twilight gawked at her first real, tangible visualization of Celestia's unclothed body, the princess swept the two towels aside and turned to properly face the unicorn. The shift made Twilight mercifully break her eye contact with the regal breasts and back into Celestia's eyes.
"I—Is this... something you've done for anyone else? In the past thousand years, I mean.." Twilight managed to squeak out an inquiry, one quite bold in spite of herself.
"Not for a long time," Celestia answered honestly. "I couldn't tell you the date, but it was someone just as close as you are to me now. You must know how highly I regard our relationship. I would be heartbroken if you ever grew beyond me, never to look back once you've gone." The princess's expression was twisted into a look Twilight had quite literally never seen before. She always looked calm and collected and at peace no matter what environment she found herself in; a face embodying concern and... and hurt was utterly unfamiliar to the young unicorn.
"W—What do you mean? What could you mean? I could NEVER surpass you, you're the princess!" Twilight nearly belted a cackle from her chest among her impassioned protests. "You're Princess Celestia, above every other pony in so many ways. I would never leave your side."
"I am not a god." Celestia said through gritted teeth.
A bolt of fear struck Twilight's chest. It felt hard to breathe. And the worse part was how little she could wrap her mind around what that could mean.
"I am immortal. I move the sun and, since her banishment, the moon. But that doesn't change what I am. A pony, with everything else the same beyond my age. I think the same, I feel the same, my body is exactly the same as everypony else and I want you to know that." Celestia grasped Twilight's hands within her own in a motion so quick it startled her. Staring with imploring eyes, Twilight invited the onslaught of uncanny honesty unto herself, and Celestia continued. "Look at me, Twilight. This body is made of blood, fur, fat. My hands are right here and you can touch them. You can touch them. You are one of the few I feel nearly the same way about anypony else. I want you to know the truth of my feelings. I don't... like being a goddess to so, so many of my subjects..."
Twilight's heart broke into shattered pieces like glass struck by an arrow. Her expression must've shown so, because Celestia pulled her student's hands to her mouth and gently kissed the tips of her fingers. She held them there, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When her lashes parted with a flicker, the princess huffed through her snort.
"I need to— to stop. And explain." Twilight calmed herself from the precipice of her confusing emotions for her mentor's sake. "I do love my responsibility to my subjects. I am their princess, your princess, by choice. The complication in my feelings is the distance. Even more than my position as royalty, my immortality and power puts me on a pedestal as high as the sun. I almost fear the height."
Celestia slowed herself into a silence that echoed through her chambers. Breaking it, Twilight pulled her hands away and clasped Celestia's, a repayment in gesture. She managed a meek little smile for her mentor to look upon.
"I'm pretty smart for a young unicorn, but I'm a little ashamed of myself, Princess. D—Don't freak out, I'm not doing my usual, like, self-prostrating here," Twilight shook her head in a jitter to preface herself to Celestia, who ejected a small chuckle for her student. "I'm just trying to say I accept all of this. You don't like being put on that pedestal. Okay! Yeah, fair enough!" Twilight waved her hands dramatically, putting on an air of self-assuredness.
"Oh, Twilight." Celestia sighed wistfully...
"Thinking about it, of course you would!" Twilight dropped her hands onto Celestia's lap. "I mean, it's plain as day given who you are! I don't know why I act like you'd smite me for turning in a paper late though Faust forbid that happens ... B—But I know you wouldn't. You are such a good, kind, loving mentor to me. I appreciate every part of you. Eheh, truer than anypony else knows, y'know... But this part of you too, I promise."
Beaming down on the earnest little pony, Celestia brought a hand to her face, cradling her in the cusp of her palm. The two of them rested amid the satisfaction. Then, in a flash quicker than Twilight could process, the alicorn raced forward to press her lips upon the unicorn's ending in a wide-eyed stare of shock, and a slowly reciprocated return of that long and deep embrace of their lips.
After a steamy moment of locked lips and even a hint of tongue slipping through from Celestia, the two parted and seated themselves back properly on the edge of the bed. While Celestia was left panting, her eyes brimming with a distinct desire within them, Twilight on the other hand nearly hyperventilated from the way the princess stole her breath so effortlessly. She wrangled her senses back under control, petting herself down her front to soothe herself.
"G—Good kiss, your Highness.." Twilight exhaled shakily, her smile widening into a goofy expression.
"I was afraid I'd gotten out of practice. I'm glad I can still impress. ♡" Celestia spent a moment to catch her breath, her gaze turned from Twilight but still flickering back to the pony opposite her. In a smooth motion, she brought her hand to the top of Twilight's towering shaft, the jolt of touch suddenly reminding the hung unicorn of just how intrusive a third leg like hers could get once her engine started running. Glancing back and forth between Celestia and her hand gingerly holding her cock, Twilight's face burned bright pink. The princess then started stroking up and down, her fingers gliding along the rough, textured length of Twilight's cock, bringing a hiss from her mouth in response.
"C—CelestiAAH!" Twilight gasped, squeezing one eye shut and baring her teeth.
"Surely you don't want me to stop? If my kiss is still in practice, my hands are surely just as skilled..." Celestia teased the unicorn, running a finger along the bumpy ridge of her flare. Precum bubbled from her urethra and sharply spurted out, dribbling over Celestia's hand and down her shaft's front.
"Y—Youuu... guhhh... d—don't have to stop..." Twilight managed to stutter out her encouragement, which only brought upon her another mind-melting move from the princess. Her next kiss for Twilight landed on her tip, and the next, and the next. Celestia peppered the drooling tip with one kiss after another, drawing out matching gasps and breathless moans from Twilight. When she suddenly felt the prodding of Celestia's tongue against her urethra, Twilight's entire body jolted, bucking her hips and accidentally punching the princess in the jaw with her stiffy. Covering her mouth with her hands and staring anxiously at Celestia, Twilight was thankfully relieved of her guilt when the princess only grabbed her cock with both hands now, only quickening her handjob.
"It didn't hurt me, Ms. Sparkle. Relax..." Celestia reassured her student, bending forward with lidded eyes. Her mouth found the tip once more, her tongue slithering out and circling it across the wide, bulbous tip. Her saliva dribbled past the flare and into her handjob, giving still more lube to stroke Twilight off. The stoked, aroused pony gyrated her hips on instinct as her mouth erupted with gutteral moans. Her widened eyes looked upon her princess giving her everything she could've fantasized in the deepest recess of her lewd mind. Then a detail stuck out to her, that being an odd golden glow emanating from the top of her shaft and just below her flare...
"P—Princess, wha—?"
"Celestia, if you please," Celestia murmured in between working her tongue. "Because we're closer than anypony has been with me in a long time. You don't have to use my title, Twilight..." As her voice trailed off, Celestia pressed her tongue to her urethra, dragging the flat of it across her tip and ending the drawn-out lick with a strong flick. Celestia looked into Twilight's eyes in that moment of met gazes, a burning flame in her irises as powerful as the sun.
"And, to answer your question," Celestia pivoted with a smile. "I won't let you climax quite so soon. You were close, maybe more than you realized. I find that cute. ♡"
Twilight looked at the yellow light engulfing one section of her cock, pursing her lips in embarrassment for almost getting to the finish line far before her partner. Where she stared was suddenly intruded upon by the enormous orbs of flesh she'd gawked at not so long ago. Jutting her head back in surprise, Twilight was given an all-consuming embrace by Celestia's oversized breasts. They were such soft, pliable pillows wrapping around her painfully erect horsecock and it drove her fucking CRAZY how much this lived up to the dream—.
Held against Twilight's cock by her hands, Celestia added once more to the bubbling cauldron of pleasure melting her student's mind to ooze by pumping her phat tits up and down the lengthy shaft. Her chest just barely lifted off Twilight's lap at the height of her motion, a consequence of their differing sizes. Celestia bore her heady gaze at the flustered Twilight amidst the wet slapping noises of their skin merging in such intimate ways. Their eye contact, seeing the very bliss blooming across her student's adorable little face, drove Celestia to pump her cock faster, quicker, more fervently.
"Feel my gigantic fucking tits around your delicious cock, dear... Your pre tastes so salty and savory, sticky on my tongue... Tell me what you think. I may need some pointers.~" Her voice dripped with nearly venomous sensuality. She did NOT need pointers, she needed to let the poor unicorn release—.
"Gawd your tits are fucking gooood ... P—pleeease..." Twilight managed a few understandable words among less sophisticated noises of feral arousal. She actually let out a whinny, prompting a quick suppression of laughter from Celestia.
"You want to... What? What is it, my darling Twilight? Use your words, I know you have plenty at your disposal." Celestia egged her on, teased her like the cruel deity she wasn't. She punctuated her taunt with another kiss upon her flexing flare.
"I wanna CUUUHUHUM..! Celestiaaa! " Twilight begged desperately. She suddenly bucked with all her might, thrusting her throbbing, veiny staff into her cavernous cleavage, positively fucking the princess's now wobbling sweaterpuppies.
Celestia's teeth bared through a devious smile, eyes burning with dark satisfaction. She quickly switched back to her softer expression, mouth opening to catch the globs of prenut getting flung at her. She then grasped her breasts by her nipples, using the brunt of her arms to squish and slide against her horsecock in alternating motions. Her eyes glanced back up at Twilight, who had thrown her head back in the throes of denied orgasm.
"Go ahead, Twilight. Douse me in another juicy load of your hot, steamy marenut , baby. ♡"
The spell dissipated, upon which in that very instant, a geyser of cum began its eruption straight into Celestia's face, rope after rope colliding with her beautiful expression of pleased surprise. As yet another record-breaking orgasm rocked through her entire body, Twilight fought with the fury of a hellhound for her consciousness, groaning from the belly with each pulse of her cock that seemed to pulsate through the pliable flesh squeezing against her. Despite her vision blurring, floating in and out and seeing spots, the unicorn prevailed.
Left in an exhausted, slouched pile of tingling nerves, Twilight sucked in a breath through her teeth and released it as her chin trembled. Her gaze returned in full to the sight of Princess Celestia halfway between her legs with her mammoth breasts left slack atop her thighs, and soaked with the haphazard, violent release of her cum. More than the drizzled lines of off-white streaked across the tops of her cleavage, Celestia's face was especially coated, nearly obscuring her in totality. But a quick swipe of all her fingers down the bridge of her snout and down to her maw scooped much of that load from her pleased expression and smoothly swung her fingers between her puckered lips, sucking the chunky, pent-up nut off her face. A muffled moan elicited from Celestia as she wetly sucked the cum off her digits, a genuine expression of consuming the delicious sperm from her student.
"A fine offering, my dear student. Though your insistence gives you an A this time." Celestia let a humored smirk slide across her lips, ending in a perky giggle overtaking her once steadfast seductress persona. Twilight couldn't help but join her with a tired string of chuckles rising from her chest.
"You... You gotta gimme the A+ here... just for that finish, teach." Twilight huffed out in spite of her refractory period sucking all the eagerness from her.
"Oh, fine. You're my favorite student anyways.~" Celestia conceded playfully, dragging her finger across the streaks of stickiness in her face fur to bring the gob of cum to her mouth to suck down. Every time she clamped down on another taste of Twilight's cum, she closed her eyes and intensely savored it...
"Do you... Do you wanna take a... another shower? Ahem ..." Twilight asked in curiosity.
"Looking to join me this time?" Celestia said against her fingertip, glancing up at Twilight.
"Oh, I... I'm WAY too out of it to try anything. Good gawd, ma'am..." Twilight tilted her head back and with the motion fell back onto the ruined sheets behind her with a hearty flop. Celestia followed her to look upon the tired little pony with a healthy amount of concern.
"Mayhaps I went too far this time." Celestia cheeped whilst holding her curled finger to her chin.
Twilight let loose a bleating groan for that was all she could manage. Giggling at her student, Celestia stood up from the bed and wiped up some more cum from her breasts this time. She looked down at Twilight with a fond smile plastered across her face.
"I'll go first and let you catch your breath. And... Hey, this won't change what we have." Twilight looked up at her mentor as a shift in the mood took hold. "I love you in ways numerous. As a student, as a confidant, as a friend and... well, a partner now that this has come to fruition. But outside of what we've done and, I hope, what we'll do, I won't let us lose what good there was before. I love you, Twilight Sparkle. We'll talk some more in a little bit."
As the princess turned her back and returned to the bathroom, Twilight watched her go. Her eyes were squarely upon the folded wings hugging close. She couldn't look anywhere else. She turned the corner and left Twilight to lay flat on Celestia's bed, where the princess slept. Her mind brought memories from long ago, when she spent tutoring lessons sprawled on this bed with all the parchment she used to do her work on, watched by her mentor fondly. Now, Twilight laid with her eyes staring up at the murals painted across the top of the bedframe, likely created many lifetimes before her. She drew a sharp breath in. It seemed the weight of the world settled just that much harder on her ribcage.
What could this possibly mean for Twilight?
Author's Note
A mixture of emotional confessions and more horny unicorn teasing? Say it ain't so!
Now the relationship is in a place to springboard into more ideas for the pair. Plus a far less kinky chapter to do so with compared to some other play they're gonna get into.
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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.
