Time with Twilight

The day itself was not very much out of the ordinary, with fair weather as was expected for this time of the year, maintained by the industrious pegasi as always. Even with the events of the previous days, life carried on as normal, each day beginning with me waking up next to Twilight Sparkle, who would wish me a good morning before one of us moved to prepare breakfast, if Spike had yet to do so. He was once more away, and I had the privilege of gazing upon Twilight's sleeping form when I awoke, so today I would have to be the one to ready her meal. A daffodil sandwich, toasted, and hot chocolate, just as she liked it, which would be placed on a tray and brought to her bedroom.

Fortunately, Twilight was still asleep, and I could take time to set the table, preparing a few other things that, though I were hoping to use later, found an excellent opportunity to put in place now. A vase of flowers, set carefully, and a book on flight, bound with a violet ribbon.

"Milady, it is morning. Isn't it time to get up?" I whispered into her ear, rubbing it with my fingers as I lifted it to speak within. Romantic fantasies broken when she failed to respond, I had to resort to gently caressing her and speaking more loudly than I really would have liked.

"Twilight, it's morning. Wake up!"

There was yet to be any response, save her soft snore.

"Twilight, wake up!"

Only after my gentle caressing of her body turned into sharp nudges did she finally stir, mumbling incoherently, eyes worn, yet with a certain odd grace, even with a messy mane that had little of the fine, neat straightness that it normally would show. She took a moment to stretch her appendages, before smiling at me and wishing me a "Oh.. good morning..." in return, at which point a wince interrupted her smile.

"Are your wings still sore?" I asked, quite concerned. It made sense to me that growing new limbs would certainly not be very comfortable, but Twilight's pain was very worrying.

"Yeah, a bit. I think it's because I didn't move them much last night.." she commented, as she slowly flapped her wings, scattering a few loose feathers onto the bed.

"Oh dear. Anyway, breakfast for you, your.. highness," I spoke, as I turned her attention to the spread by the bedside, which switched her sleepy expression to one of delight instantly. She would spend some time admiring her present and sniffing the flowers, letting out "I.. I don't know what to say-" which I interrupted with an offer to massage her wings while she ate.

Twilight had already spent a few years here in Ponyville, under orders from Princess Celestia to learn of the 'magic of friendship'. For what purpose was revealed some time ago, as her fate as successor to the throne was thrust upon us. She could not rule as a mere unicorn, the magic that she had learned over the years would be used to transform her into an alicorn, a perfect fusion of the three pony castes. I did not attend whatever it was that transformed her, but one day, she returned to the library as she was now, with wings, though yet undeveloped for her to fly as a pegasus would.

Her wings were really quite.. adorable, the way they would react as I massaged the muscles on Twilight's back that helped to manipulate her coracoids, stretching and relaxing in the same tempo that I was rubbing her back. Apply pressure and her wings would stretch outwards, showing her growing flight feathers in what little glory they could hope to achieve yet, release the pressure and they would relax. Do it at a faster pace, and her wings would move at a pace to follow suit, which for a few minutes spread a few more purple feathers around the room. Twilight herself was reacting a bit more strongly than a massage to a sore region would normally warrant, her half-eaten sandwich was left lying on the plate as I heard panting, though being behind her I could not see her face. Upon stopping and moving myself to make sure my attempt at comforting her did not have any unwanted effects, I caught a glimpse of eyes relaxed and shut, jaw hanging open and allowing in large breaths, which subsided as the effects of my massage wore off.

She opened her eyes to see me genuflecting before her, at which point I offered her the rest of her breakfast, and asked 'milady' if the massage was satisfactory. Twilight was aroused from her stupor with a start, and after stuttering for a few moments, sheepishly replied that "Uh.. ahaha, yeah, it was." I decided that I didn't want to disrupt her meal very much, and was content to sit by her and watch the small twitches of her wings as she slowly savoured her sandwich. They would lift slightly when she swallowed, then relax, and move a little apart when she stretched out to drink from her mug. Upon finishing the last of her sandwich, they sunk a bit, as if to express satisfaction, the same would happen when she finished her drink. I told her she could sleep in a little more while I cleaned up, but no, she would not let me be her servant, as she insisted on helping out, and I was too enthralled watching her wings quiver as she insisted to refuse her.

The afternoon was spent as afternoons here usually went, Twilight minding the library and updating records, while I helped out, though not usually with dialogue like "Is this placement satisfactory, my lady?" to which her reply would be a flattered giggle, and something along the lines of "Yes, my loyal subject, it is." We'd both laugh, each of us trying to top each other in how exaggerated we could play out our acts, stopping only short of using Luna's traditional Canterlot voice, since none of us could hope to replicate it in the slightest. Hours passed as our language became more and more butchered, until finally, evening arrived, and I could unveil the next present I had for her.

Twilight emerged from her room wearing a deep blue dress, though it was not made to accommodate her wings, which had to be folded neatly within. I voiced my concern over the fact that the dress wouldn't let her move her wings, though not mentioning that it was an even greater tragedy that I would not get to gaze at them, but Twilight insisted "It's fine, I can move them around inside, see?" at which point she opened them slightly, exposing some of the shape through bulges in her dress, large enough to not deprive me entirely of their form, at least.

"Besides, you always said you liked this dress a lot." She lowered her head, failing to hide a faint blush. It was true, I found this particular dress wonderful on her, that she had also worn it on a particularly memorable night a few years ago helped, the first night that I really spent with her.

We left the library together and moved towards the restaurant that we both knew we would be going to, even if I had meant it as somewhat of a surprise, since Twilight knew that I knew that she loved it, and to bring her anywhere else would not be satisfactory. Having her wings hidden meant that she wouldn't attract undue attention, at least, neither of us wanted to be surrounded by crowds waiting to see their future ruler. The setting sun did not really bring out her beauty, I personally thought the dress looked better at night, but I took time to admire her anyway as she trotted alongside me, bulges occasionally stretching from her back, as we idly bantered over whatever came to mind.

Soon enough, we were at our destination, a restaurant known for being amoong Ponyville's finest, and which Twilight and I held a strong attachment to. The antiquated decor within was the same as I remembered it, and being seated at the very same place we were at seated so long ago certainly brought back sweet memories to both of us, if Twilight's vacant, daydreaming expression was indicative of anything, bulges in the back of her dress moving slowly up and down, enough of an incentive for me to forsake reminiscence in favour of watching them. At some point, Twilight must have noticed that I had fallen into a stupor as well, as a shade of magenta appeared on her cheeks, and she folded up her wings, before noticing the look of disappointment I must have forgotten to hide, because she smiled slightly and let them a little loose again, teasing me with the mounds on her dress. I think I blushed - I felt my face growing warm, and I told her "Oh, you.. you don't have to do that for me, if they're still difficult to move consciously..." and she responded by moving them even more and telling me it was fine if I liked them that much.

We began to make conversation, as we always did. We remembered when we first came here, and how both our shyness affected everything we wanted to do with each other, though on hindsight it really was adorable, how Twilight resorted to reading rather dubious dating advice books to figure out what to do with me. Our banter lost focus on anything in particular after a while, but it soon moved to the topic of her future nobility, whereupon mutilated attempts at 'Old Canterlot" emerged from both of us again, interspersed with mirth.

Our courses arrived, and immediately I moved to scoop up a bit of mine to give to Twilight, only to look up and find that she had done the same thing, the spoon held in midair with a purple aura. We stared at each other for a while, before the situation hit us and had us both laughing. She went first, asking me to close my eyes and open up my mouth. I didn't close them all the way, for I had to see the small mounds on her back move, staying abnormally still as she moved the spoon into my mouth, then relaxing as she removed it, watching me eat. She knew it was her turn next, and Twilight eagerly leaned forward, forelegs on table, muzzle facing upwards and jaw hanging open with eyes closed. Most notably, the mounds on her dress enlarged, I imagine she was unconsciously spreading them underneath, and while it was a pity I couldn't really see them, I could infer how they would have moved were they not bound as such. They twitched slightly when I let the spoon touch her tongue, slowly relaxed and she chewed, then quivered a little when she swallowed and was done.

"How was it, my lady? Was thine food pleasing to thou?"

Twilight first responded by laughing hysterically at my mutilated language, and then spoke as Luna would, "Verily, good citizen, t'was indeed a pleasure!" and in turn I would join her in engaging in merriment. This would continue for the evening, feeding each other, bantering, doing things we loved, together. Both of us, I was sure, wanted times like this to last forever, but Twilight was tired, I didn't think restricting her wings was very much of a good idea anyway. Full, we went home.

When we returned, I had Twilight rest for a bit, I would draw a hot bath for her, hopefully helping with whatever soreness her wings still had. She came into the bathroom, having stripped, and allowing me to finally see her wings again, though right then they were folded and I could not see very much, even if here, a small candle was the only thing giving much illumination, I had hoped to create a relaxing atmosphere for her to lose herself in.

"Hey, why don't.. you join me? We haven't done this in a while."

Twilight was about to get into the bath when she said this, and right then as she turned to face me to make this suggestion, her wings unfolded themselves a bit, letting a single purple feather drop.

"Hmm? Ah... anything my princess asks of me, of course."

I did my best to hide what fluster the request imposed on me with yet another act of faux chivalry, though I wasn't sure how convincing it was. I faced away from Twilight and stripped, being careful to watch her through the mirror conveniently in front of me, the light blush that marked her face visisble even in the dim candlelight, and how her wings slowly opened until the last of my undergarments were removed, at which point they sprang out suddenly, exposing their full length, ruining Twilight's valiant efforts at keeping her expression neutral.

The warm water was perfect, soothing to the body, just as Twilight resting opposite me in the bathtub was soothing to the eyes and mind, wet mane clinging to her body as she absentmindedly stared off to the side, hooves left hanging over the bathtub edge. That was not considering her wings, now wet and thus allowing the feathers above the water to exude a pleasant shine, while the barbs and afterfeathers of those in the water swayed subtly, the down feathers much more than the vanes.

"Twilight, could I clean your wings for you?"

It wasn't really a bold request, though it was hard for me to say for some reason or another. I really had grown to like them.

"Oh? Well, sure, I guess. You really have been eyeing them all day, haven't you?"

"Yes, well..."

Twilight turned to face me as I reached for a sponge, and began preening the flight feathers for her.

"Princess Twilight, huh..."

Twilight let herself indulge in the sensations my scrubbing of her new limbs, closing her eyes and speaking in a softer tone.

"Honestly, I would never have imagined it. Me, ruler of all of Equestria..."

Her wings spread out slightly, making it a little easier to scrub.

"Really? I always thought Princess Celestia had big plans for you. If a deity would have you as her personal student, well... Besides, I think you'd make a great ruler."

Twilight said nothing, but smiled and blushed, wings receding slightly that I no longer had the ease of scrubbing them I had for those few moments.

"That's right.. you're going to grow bigger, aren't you? Bigger than me."

I glanced at her horn for a moment as I said this, but Twilight, being lost in her wings being gently scrubbed, did not notice.

"Yeah, to the princess's sizes, I think that's how big alicorns grow to. Though I'm not sure how long it takes.."

"Let me ride you when that happens, alright? Once these develop fully I think I could even fly on you."

I shifted to the right and began to soap her other wing, working from the vanes of her flight feathers, briefly interrupted as both appendages quivered in delight. Twilight smiled briefly.

"I'd have to actually learn to fly first, though. Rainbow Dash said she'd give me lessons once my wings develop properly."

She kept her eyes closed, sitting before me in the tub, facing slightly to my left so I could have more ease in scrubbing her left wing.

"By the way.. you're going to have to move to Canterlot sometime, won't you?"

"Yeah, eventually."

....

"I'll ask Princess Celestia to let you come with me, though! I'm sure she'd have no problem making arrangements, you just have to stay with me, there's no need for extra rooms..."

Even if it were something not out of the ordinary for anyone very attached to someone to consider, that Twilight was thinking for me was still very heartening.

"But then who'll take care of the library?"

"Spike can do it, he's been here for so long-"

"Spike's your number one assistant, Twilight. You can't just leave him here."

"Then we'll get someone else to do it! Managing a library isn't that hard."

Twilight was no longer as relaxed, she had opened her eyes and her wings were noticably more tense, the musculature somewhat stiffer, making it a little more difficult to wash.

"Yes, but this library is your work, Twilight. I don't really want it just handed off to someone else. Besides.. it's where I got to meet you."

The library did hold special meaning to me, being where I spent countless hours getting to know Twilight Sparkle, and once we had grown closer, being my home. In every aspect of the library, I could see bits of Twilight, the way she organised things, or her sense of decor, not to mention the memories this place had for me.

I was done with her wing, and had Twilight turn around so I could begin scrubbing the back of her wings, now somewhat droopier than usual.

"If it matters that much to you, I guess... but, I mean, I just want you to be with me in Canterlot... I can't imagine it being just Spike and me again. It might be lonely."

At the very least, her droopy wings were easy for my fingers to manipulate, holding the vanes apart so I could clean the down feathers.

"Don't take it that way, Twi. Of course, I'll come with you eventually, but I'd really like to make sure the library is in good hands first. We'll have plenty of time once that's done."

Twilight seemed to cheer up a bit, her wings twitched, but then they drooped again.

"Plenty of time, huh..."

Twilight stood strangely still as she spoke.

"I would.. but what about you?"

"What do you mean, Twilight?"

I continued scrubbing, not entirely sure what was going on. Being behind her, I couldn't see Twilight's face, but her head noticably drooped as well.

"Like this, as ruler of Equestria, I'm going to be around for a while. Just look at Princess Celestia, she's been raising the sun for around a thousand years..."

I tried not to think too hard as I moved to wash her other wing.

"You know, I always wondered why the Princess didn't have anyone as her lover.. but what if... what if she did? And she-she just left that pony behind?"

All I did was scrub, though her now limp wings were slightly more difficult to clean. Twilight's tone was becoming a little rougher.

"Is that.. is that what's going to happen to us?"

Some soft sobbing could be heard from nowhere in particular.

"Twilight, I.."

She shifted a little further from me, preventing me from cleaning the last of the unwashed regions of her wing properly. None of us moved for a while after that, myself unable to think of anything to say, Twilight in front of me, back turned.

"Twilight, please turn around"

She did so, slowly, keeping her head low in an attempt to hide her face. Immediately, I reached out and pulled her close to me, lifted her head and pushed my lips onto hers. Her eyes, momentarily wide in surprise, closed themselves amid a few tears, while her wings slowly spread out. She held me in an embrace with her forelegs, and her wings bent towards me, as if they were trying to wrap me in a hug as well. Making sure to hold her tight, I allowed myself to fall backwards a bit, leaning at an angle on the end of the bathtub, letting her chest lean on mine so as to feel her breath and pulse, and let her indulge in mine as well.

Her wet, freshly washed mane held its familiar scent stronger than ever, especially as it fell around my head as if a veil, clinging to the sides of my face. I could see her wings begin to quiver, then slowly flap, dispersing some loose down into the water to float as if petals. We stayed like this for a long time, tongues teasing each other's as they played, watching the twitches and assorted movement of her wings whenever I didn't let my eyes close to fully immerse myself in her warm hug. My hands, placed behind her, got to run themselves over her wet coat, playing with the hairs, and feeling the muscles on her back move as they helped to facilitate the flapping of her wings. Minutes, possibly hours, possibly days, passed, however long it was I did not count, but I was too short, when Twilight opened her eyes and relaxed her hold on me, noticing that my own eyes were wide open.

"You really do like them a lot, don't you?"

She was smiling now, a marked improvement over her state however long ago.

"Hmm? Um.. I suppose, yeah. I mean, they're pretty."

She giggled, and spread her wings out more, baring everything she could out to me, and showing me the fruits of my labour, being pleasantly clean.

"Hey, um, Twi? Could I.. could I play with your wings for a bit?"

"Oh, ah, of course!"

Twilight briefly blushed and turned her back to me, extending her wings and holding them open. I began to rub the forelimbs gently, and moved to kiss the end of her left wing. It quivered gently as I made contact, giving my nose a pleasant tickle, and ellicating a soft pant from Twilight. I worked my way up, planting kisses all the way, working from the tip to the analogue of a shoulder joint, massaging her back as I carried out the act. They were quivering gently, though I could tell Twilight was trying very hard to restrain them, judging by how tense her back was, though it didn't stop her pants from becoming cute moans. Work finished on one wing, I switched to her right, starting by planting another kiss on the end of the wing, and this time causing it to stretch out before begininng to tremble yet again. I repeated my deed, working kisses from the end to her back, delighting in her moans grower-ever louder, and the strain on her body as she struggled to maintain her composure. At last, just as I planted the last kiss on her back, she could hold it no more, and her wings began to flutter wildly as she let out a particularly loud moan in ecstasy, scattering a few more feathers in and out of the bath.

Twilight moved away from me panting, wings making small splashes in the water as they flapped, before she managed to calm them down and turned around, showing me her flushed, smiling expression.

"Sit up, won't you?"

She had me straighten my back into a more upright sitting position, before suddenly bending over and using her wings to to begin stroking my erection, which in my focus on Twilight, went unnoticed by myself till now. She let the vanes tickle the head, then moved to stroke from the base to the tip.

Twilight's face, I could not see very well, as my head was thrown back in sheer pleasure as she continued to stroke me. It took herculean effort, but I did manage to regain control and took advantage of the great amount of concentration she needed to move her wings, that she could not see what I was preparing.

With both hands, I grasped her horn, prompting a sudden jerk in her as expected, before she continued on, albeit not nearly as smoothly as before as I began to gently squeeze her horn, then slowly let go while letting one hand massage the skin around it, and letting a finger trace its way around from the base to the tip, following the spiral pattern, savouring each nub and bump along the way. It began glowing a faint blue, the light helping to highlight Twilight's face in the dim candlelight, contorted into a grimace - it must have taken almighty effort from Twilight to move her appendages that were already difficult to move, amplified by the fact that she had to stop them from reacting to the strong sensations she was surely struggling with. I was winning, as I continued to massage her horn, she had even more trouble moving her wings, she was losing the steady pace of stroking me that she had, making it even for me to concentrate on amplifying the blue glow of her horn.

At last, I let go of her horn and placed my mouth over it, sucking on it. Twilight completely lost herself at this point, her wings sprung back and spread out, beginning to flap, and she once more began to vocalise, her cute moan tickling my ears, just as her pressing her muzzle against my chest pleased. I watched her wings, the flapping grew more and more rapid, until it reached a rate which I felt was fast enough, and I let go of her horn, threw myself back and shielded my eyes, while Twilight screamed as her horn gave off a blinding blue flash, some sparks reaching the bath water and heating it up back to how it was before, while even more feathers littered the water now.

"Hmph.. you always do that when I try to do something for you."

Twilight sat opposite to me, visibly panting, her forelegs relaxed on the edges of the tub, the part of her mane around her horn noticeably springy as opposed to the shiny, straight wetness of the remainder.

"I'm sorry. I suppose I'll have to make it up to you, won't I?

"You will. Come here.. subject."

Twilight gazed at me as she spread her hind legs, revealing her marehood, completely soaked, though being underwater at the time it wasn't really indicating much.

"Yes... your highness."

I moved over to her, and, while genuflecting in the water, let a finger up her orifice, triggering closure of her eyes and heavy breathing, as she leaned her head to rest on top of mine. Her wings, previously neatly folded, sprang out yet again, gently flapping, or rather given her position, paddling, to create relaxing ripples in the water. I let the finger massage the walls within, enjoying the moist environment within, and eventually I raised the pace, letting two fingers in, causing her to press herself against my head even harder, until finally, unable to focus on both support the weight of Twilight's body and maintaining a pace that would please her. I fell over on my face, the sudden removal of my fingers and the splash of water jerking Twilight from her trance.

"Are-are you alright?"

She lifted my head from within the water, holding me up.

"Yeah, I'm fine..."

Twilight grinned.

"Good, because you're not done just yet."

She returned to her posture of baring herself for me, gazing at me with a look I found very difficult to tear myself away from. Using a hand, I guided myself into her, observing as she grimaced and purred, tail beginning to wag and creating more ripples in the bath water. I began slow, and her wings stooped their slow flap and just trembled, which with her tail created a somewhat pleasant pattern of ripples in the water. She moved forward, her forelegs holding me in embrace once more, which I reciprocated, allowing her wings more freedom to truly flap, which they did. Grunts were interspersed with moans, as she leaned to my right, allowing her breath to tease my ear, the warmth of her muzzle soothing the weight it imposed on my shoulder.

Most arousing of all, however, was not the soft oohs and ahhs that Twilight let out, but the sound her wings flapping, with rates varying depending on just how intensely we were thrusting ourselves upon one another. The faster we went, the more they'd flap, scattering more feathers over both of us, Not even the sheer sensation of her walls squeezing on me, as if determined to have me loose every drop of fluid I had within, could compare to simply watching them flap, then quiver briefly, before flapping more and on occasion splashing me with water. Her tail, what with its wagging, was practically a motor in the water now, were I not leaning against the edge of the bathtub, I could imagine that I would be driven back a fair distance, that her wings might function as paddles that were going faster and faster might help.

Finally, we climaxed, Twilight arching her back as she let off a final moan, her hooves pressing down on me as she raised herself. Her wings suddenly stopped their vicious flapping, spasming in place for a few seconds, before resuming at an unprecedented pace, the wind generated from their activity making waves in the bath. It took a while, but she did calm down eventually, though not without covering almost the entire water surface in purple feathers, leaving her content to continue leaning on me, rubbing her muzzle on my face, while I just held her, letting ourselves take comfort in the others presences for some amount of time, letting the darkness of the room act as a warm blanket to our thoughts.

Twilight was the first to break the silence.

"Do you.. do you think we could just continue like this... as long as we can?"

I held her even more tightly and reassured her however I could.

"Don't worry. We've still got a lot of time before us. Let's just enjoy ourselves, like we always have. Don't forget to give me that ride, though."

Twilight giggled, and pecked me on the cheek.

"But of course. I love you."

"I.. I love you too, Twilight. I will, always."

The candle burned out at last, leaving us to hold each other silently in pitch darkness, comforting one another with ourselves. Perhaps the future would be rougher, but, for now, all I could do was love Twilight however I could. Transient our relationship may be, I hoped Twilight could be this happy forever, and I would do whatever I could for her.

Twilight just kept holding me, a small tear creeping from her eye.