Rose Luckless

A warm haze surrounded them, a fog of sorts, causing the world to be restricted to only the three ponies. Rose was in metaphorical heaven, curled on the left of the purple unicorn of her fancy, who was snuggling against Celestia as well. The elegant alicorn's long neck was draped comfortingly over her two sleeping subjects, protectively, blissfully. There was no specific reason for them being there, it was simply where they wished to be. Though the mist enveloped them, blocking everything foreign and limiting the world to only each other, Celestia's radiating sun watched them.

A gentle breeze tugged at their fur and caught Celestia's luxuriant mane, blowing wisps of the shimmering hair into Twilight Sparkle's face, tickling her awake. The unicorn opened her eyes and smiled dreamily at her princess, not offended in the least. She began to hum an old tune from her foalhood years as she dragged her hooves affectionately through Roseluck's mane, causing the other pony to stir gently into the scene.

The flower pony's eyes were half lidded with sleepiness but her exhaustion slowly faded into happiness as she became aware of the feeling. Rose loved the sensation of Twilight playing with her hair, as if it belonged to her, running her lovely hooves through an equally lovely mane. It was an act of possession which they were both glad to experience.

Unconscious, Rose's body started turning, shifting position from gathering heat. She mumbled in her sleep as she shoved her blankets away, removing the stifling covers.

Twilight pushed Rose's mane back, giving her clear access to nibble on her ear, breathing hot air and low murmurs of affection as she nipped gently, moving down the side of Rose's face, to the neck and then her throat. Celestia watched her student administer attention to her other subject, proud at the displayed affection. Twilight was no expert at lovemaking, but perhaps her studies had been of objective value for this endeavor. Soon, the two ponies were fully kissing, Rose now being awake to participate. A blush crept into Celestia's cheeks as she felt the stirrings of lust inside her, the sight of the two smaller ponies bringing to life repressed desires.

She felt her lower lips starting to swell, sending a surge of carnal desire through her. The other two ponies had risen to their hooves and were simply enjoying each others’ caress. Twilight's flank was facing her, tail swishing back and forth with pleasure, flashing her privates temptingly into view for a half second before swooping back to cover them, repeatedly. Eventually it was too much and Celestia nudged the tail aside with her muzzle, applying a savory lick over the purple pony's hot sex.

For Rose, it was as if she had left her body and could see herself. She watched as the whole scene played out before her. Celestia in the back, nuzzling at Twilight's love hole, the fur around her muzzle darkened with the wetness, her hooves reaching below to grasp at the unicorn's sensitive teats, eliciting moans of unabated pleasure. Rose, watching Twilight, fondled her own nether region as she kissed the unicorn, feeling the purple pony whimper into her mouth as their tongues lashed against each other. She delighted in the sensually warm cave as they each tasted the insides of the other.

The orgasm took Twilight violently, sending spasms strong enough to separate her and Rose, leaving a strand of saliva to stretch between them before breaking. Celestia remained attached to her slit, sucking every drop of liquid that she could out of her prized student. She moved with the unicorn's body as it shook, prodding inwards as Twilight convulsed away, doubling the power of the sensation. The purple pony finally collapsed with radiant pleasure and Celestia smiled, her mouth full of the unicorn's essence. She leaned forward towards Rose and kissed her fully, swapping most of the juice into the earth pony's mouth and letting her taste the sweet nectar of their lover.

Without any physical stimulation, Rose nearly climaxed then, from the mere thought of the situation. Knowing Rose's affections, Celestia let the fluid drain into the other pony's mouth before licking her lips and nuzzling into the flower pony's neck, to better hear the gulp of Twilight's fluid down Rose's throat.

She relished in it, connecting with her princess on this level, feeling their muzzles pushed greedily together as they tasted Twilight Sparkle at her best, sharing the intoxicating musk as though it were crucial to sustaining life.

Rose lay on her back as her tail began accruing the damp runoff from her stimulated areas. The sheets were on the floor now and she was whimpering, though still unconscious. Running her hooves around her body, she was encapsulated in her alternate reality.

Though Twilight came spectacularly, Rose didn't want to leave her alone. The unicorn had collapsed onto her side, so Rose nudged her onto her back, hooves hung crookedly aloft to expose a soft belly. She dove at the opening between Twilight's legs, focusing mainly on the mound beneath her hood. Twilight moaned loudly as Rose lapped her tongue around the already-overstimulated area, panting heavily, for the lavender beauty had not yet recovered from the earlier orgasm.

Though Celestia had done a great favor by giving to Rose Twilight Sparkle's juices, there was nothing comparable to being inside the source herself. Directly from the reservoir, it had an extra tang that hadn't existed after the swap from Celestia's mouth. Not to say that Celestia's gift had been poor-quality; Rose would have no issue spending an entire day to memorize her sweet Princess' taste, exploring the inside of her liege's mouth, the two of them pressed muzzle to muzzle.

Twilight moaned, "Tia," between rasping breaths: she could not forget her duty to the Princess and beckoned her over weakly with a hoof. Celestia smiled at the display of loyalty and affection and proceeded to sit on the unicorn's face. She rubbed her lower lips, grinding, smearing her delicate scent across Twilight's face, before feeling the student's hooves grip her flank on either side, moving her genitalia on top of the probing tongue.

Celestia gasped as Twilight's rough pink surface slid across her marehood, the texture eliciting dampness from mostly dry nethers. She felt a swipe across her nubbin and an involuntary spasm of pleasure took her, forcing her plot further onto Twilight's face.

The purple mare was on fire between her hindquarters, the sensation of Rose's beautiful muzzle jolting spikes of temporary paralysis through her spine. She flicked her tongue at the mound beneath her princess' legs and witnessed the royal petals veritably gasp in delight, folds smashing harder across Twilight, involuntarily sliding clear wetness down Twilight's face until she felt a new sensation—one she hadn't ever before.

Celestia's lower lips were still playing around Twilight’s smile but a warm circle had accidentally wrapped around her horn, catching on the point. She could feel it constricting the hard member atop her head, pulsating with gentle waves of warmth. The first contact had been a mistake, shocking them both with the sudden penetration, with intense sensitivity on both sides. After a moment’s pause, the gripping circle pushed further down the horn, sliding slowly, slickening its path.

Rose, feeling unrelated clenching and unclenching of Twilight's inner muscles to her own work below, peeked up from the arch of Twi's legs to see what was occurring with the other two ponies

She wished she could capture the moment which she observed— perhaps she would attempt to redraw it later.

Twilight lay on her back, her neck craned upwards, head tilted high, face contorted in utter ecstasy. Celestia, facing Rose, had her forehooves near the midsection of the unicorn beneath her. She was crouched, her haunches bent as her plot hovered over the purple mare's head.

Well, not really hovered.

They were connected by Twilight's horn and Celestia's anus. The alicorn was also in obvious bliss, her marehood streaming onto the fur of Twilight's face, greasier fluid flowing from the puckered upper hole, down the horn and matting Twilight's mane.

Rose tried to commit the scene to memory as Twilight Sparkle and Celestia both cried out, muscles and limbs convulsing. The purple unicorn slid out of Celestia with a squelching pop, leaving the horn glistening and wet.

She couldn't resist. Rose stepped over Twilight, examining the hard protrusion from her head. The earth pony saw the horn shining in the light, juices sparkling, yet there were a few darker spots as well.

Unbelievably, she felt her own lips part, her tongue lolling out in wondrous expectation as she neared the sticky horn. The smell wafted into her nostrils, dark, dank, and succulent.

It touched her tongue first, but soon she was sucking greedily, leaving her own moisture, slurping the mixture into her own mouth and savoring the illicit popsicle.

Twilight whimpered meekly beneath Rose as her magic rod was assaulted by the earth pony’s mouth. The tongue snaked, wrapping around and lapping at her gnarled shaft.

A ray of sunlight slashed across Rose’s face and she opened her eyes involuntarily, spotting the old wood of the ceiling above her, the rising orb outside her window.

That morning of the Gala, she lay on her back shivering, haunches soaked, mattress sodden, cursing that dreams were merely dreams.