Royal Indiscretions

by cherryfourier

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Luna, Comedy, Princess Celestia, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Nightmare Moon, Romance
Length: 29181

Her royal highness, princess Celestia, has eyes set on one studious, purple mare. As an opportunity emerges, she finds a way to show just how caring the teacher can be to her most faithful student.

Her royal highness, princess Celestia, has eyes set on one studious, purple mare. As an opportunity emerges, she finds a way to show just how caring a teacher can be to her most faithful student.

How will Twilight deal with her punishment?

Published 2013-01-30 18:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-10 18:04:41 UTC

How to Punish Naughty Unicorns

In the dark cavern underneath the castle, a lithe purple unicorn sat in front of a large tome. Its dusty pages were illuminated by a simple spell she cast earlier. Lavender light danced on the crystals lining the cave's walls, filling the darkness with eerie glow. She knew she shouldn't have taken this book. The subject was forbidden - necromancy had been outlawed centuries ago. Yet, almost as if compelled by some dark, external force, she stole the book away and now indulged in its secrets.

The lavender ear twitched slightly. Hoofsteps? She wasn't alone any more. Twilight hastily shut the tome, and looked around in panic, searching for a place to hide. The sound was getting closer. No time. She whimpered, feeling her heart pound with fear. And then, she saw her princess, trotting slowly towards the poor, trembling filly. Celestia wore an angry expression on her face.

"Twilight Sparkle! What is the meaning of this?" The princess' stern tone caused the purple filly to jump. "I have explicitly forbade you from reading this," Celestia said with anger, her cold eyes piercing her student. Twilight couldn't bring herself to look back. She slumped her shoulders and sniffed. Shortly, tears stained the unicorn's cheeks.

"I-I'm so s-sorry, prin-"

Celestia scowled at Twilight. Both mares stood frozen, for seconds that felt like eternity. Silence was interrupted only by quiet sniffs coming from the lavender pony. The alicorn let out a sigh, closing her eyes and taking a moment for the anger to disperse.

"Twilight..." the white alicorn said, her features now gentle. She couldn't bring herself to be mad at her student. Not truly. Without a sound, the sun monarch approached the trembling unicorn and lay down by her side. Celestia extended her white wing and embraced the purple filly, dispelling her fears with a loving nuzzle. "Shh," she whispered. "Dry your tears, my dearest."

Twilight sniffed, and looking at the ground, brought a hoof to her runny nose.

"Dark and awful secrets are hidden in some tomes. Sometimes, they whisper. Their voices are soft and alluring; the things they promise..." Celestia whispered, bringing Twilight even closer. "You have to learn to be strong, my faithful student." She could feel the little unicorn's heartbeat quicken. "Nevertheless, I still have to punish you for disobeying me." The alicorn could feel her pupil tense in her embrace.

Celestia nuzzled her student again and smiled as a thought came to her. She met Twilight's teary eyes and offered a calming smile. The alicorn surrounded her majestic horn with magic and concentrated on a spell.

The purple unicorn heard a soft "pop," somewhere above eyes. She blinked, unable to believe what she saw - her own, disembodied horn, short, purple and stubby, was no longer connected to her forehead. Encased in her mentor's golden magic, it was slowly floating towards Celestia.

"My horn!" Twilight squeaked with panic. Celestia only giggled, amused by her student's reaction.

"I am taking it only temporarily. I hope you will learn your lesson this time, my dear. Magic is not something to be misused and some knowledge should remain forgotten. As you have disobeyed me, I will be confiscating your horn for two days, young lady."

"B-but, but his shouldn't even be possible! You can't just, just pop off a unicorn's horn! Magic doesn't work that way!" Twilight panicked, hyperventilating. She touched her forehead, and surely enough, there was no horn parting her mane. Her purple, stubby, lifelong companion was now floating lazily by Celestia.

The white alicorn smiled mischievously at her student and graced her empty forehead with a kiss. "Now, go to your room. You will have your horn back soon enough. Take this time to reflect on what you did." She stood up and with a blink of white light, the princess was gone, along with the forbidden book and Twilight's disembodied horn.

The purple filly sat in silence, dumbfounded by what just happened.

Twilight turned in her bed. Even though the moon was high in the sky, she couldn't get a wink of sleep. Everything felt weird. Alien.

She moved a hoof to her forehead. Still nothing. With a sigh, Twilight turned her head and looked out of the window. Stars winked at her from afar. She liked her horn. It was always with her, allowing her to do all manner of magic and tricks. Spells, enchantments and even curses were at her disposal thanks to her stubby, lavender friend. Her faithful companion. Sometimes even a lover, guiding magic to help the purple filly lose herself in carnal pleasure.

She tossed to her other side. Even the pillows were just weird without her horn poking at them.

The lavender mare looked at the night sky again and tried making her mind slow down. One star, two, three and there's a fourth, something touched her horn, fifth star, six stars, seven of them... Wait a minute. That was her horn she felt! Twilight sat up in her bed, gasping with excitement. Was it back? She touched her head all over, even in the back, just for good measure. In case Celestia's spell missed. Twilight shuddered at the thought. Still no horn, though. But sure enough, she felt something brush up against it once more.

Twilight bit her lower lip, feeling something smooth touch her missing, sensitive friend. A feather? She stifled a soft squeak. What's going on? What's happening to her horn? The purple filly jumped off the bed and started pacing in a circle. Something like this has never happened to her before. Did Celestia's spell malfunction? Was her horn in danger?

The panicking filly imagined a flock of wild birds, carelessly tossing her purple friend across the air. She pictured her horn lost in a dark forest, alone and forgotten, slowly covered by the undergrowth. She trotted faster, walking around and around, her mind providing her with the darkest scenarios it could conjure. What if a beast took hold of it? Twilight imagined a manticore wearing her horn like a fashion accessory.

The feeling she was getting from her lost horn suddenly changed, interrupting her train of thought and sending pleasure down her spine. She shuddered and nearly dropped to the ground, caught off guard by the new sensation. The bookish filly could feel something warm and moist dance along her horn. It was strong and dominating, caressing her horn's ridges with force, and yet moving across it with such gentleness and care. It almost felt like a... Tongue. With a gasp, Twilight realized what was going on.

She was being punished.

A blush crept up her cheeks as the gravity of the situation dawned on her. It looked like her mentor was interested in the lavender filly in more ways than one.

Twilight lost her footing, feeling the tongue caress the tip of her horn with a tiniest, most delicate of motions. She fell on the cold stone floor, whimpering softly. The polished rock felt chilly, eliciting a hiss from the purple pony. She stood up on the shaky legs, and made her way towards the bed. Twilight settled on her back and closed her eyes, her heart rate increasing in anticipation. Any moment now, her princess would continue.

The rosy-cheeked mare couldn't help but to imagine Celestia laying on her royal bed, playing with her student's horn. In Twilight's mind, the sun princess wore stockings and risque lingerie that revealed more than it hid, accentuating the pristine white curves of the royal flanks.

Twilight could only wait now. Although she felt the need pressure her into action, pleasuring herself was out of the question. Her hooves were always too rough; the lithe mare used magic for this embarrassing task almost exclusively. She whimpered, trashing around on her bed, unable to elicit a tiniest bit of carnal pleasure on her own. The unbearable waiting was getting her more and more aroused by the minute. Her needing marehood was swelling, glistening with her building lust, and begging for her mentor's mercy.

Perhaps she should show her princess how much did she really need her? Twilight closed her eyes and spread her legs, imagining Celestia watching her. Considering the nature of things, she probably was. The purple mare felt herself blush.

There it was again! Another lick, slow and deliberate, elicited a squeak from the purple filly. She felt a strong muscle coat her horn with saliva; caressing all the little ridges and imperfections of her purple friend. Was it a reward for her obscene behavior? It seemed as if Twilight's guess was correct - she was being watched. The panting mare wondered what else could she do, to earn another prize from her teacher.

A vision of her mentor indulging on her precious horn appeared before her - Celestia was enjoying it like she would a lollipop, giving her faithful student a sultry look.

Moon's silver light moved slowly, illuminating Twilight's bed with an eerie glow. With her legs splayed open like they were, visible in the moonlight, she felt naked and vulnerable. The lavender mare whimpered - she had to be a good little filly. She had to let her princess see everything. Twilight moved her slightly shaky hooves down her delicate frame. After one agonizing minute, she arrived at her destination. Reaching the pair of pliable, moist lips, the purple unicorn used both her hooves to spread herself open, letting moon's light into her love tunnel. Twilight felt her pleasure button twitch slightly in excitement - every part of her was now illuminated for Celestia to see.

The purple filly waited, her heart pounding like crazy. Did her princess like it? Was she a good student now? Twilight whimpered in anticipation for what felt like hours. Finally, she felt her reward. Somewhere in the castle, the princess' tongue graced Twilight's stubby horn.

"Nnngh," was all objection that Twilight could voice. She arched her back and felt her hips buck on their own. Involuntarily, she cried, out feeling the waves of pleasure close in on her. The purple mare let out a whimper, feeling the familiar pressure build again. With each lick, she unconsciously moved her head, as if to hurry up the princess. Panting and sweating, she let out a throaty moan. So very close, now. Twilight desperately needed release.

As quickly as they came, the sensations on her horn disappeared, leaving the lavender filly just short of her peak. Twilight let out a whinny, instinctively spreading her legs as far as she could. Her hips bucked on their own, but she felt only air meet her winking treasure; it seemed like she was not allowed to come just yet. After all, the naughty filly was being punished.

Her breaths were ragged, and all she could hear was the pounding of her heart. Coming down from the denied peak, Twilight was offered a moment of clarity. She noticed that her purple coat was now covered in sweat, that a trickle of fluid was slowly escaping her winking pussy. She felt a sweet scent of mare's arousal, permeating the cold, night air. All of it made the lithe mare blush with embarrassment.

The purple unicorn imagined how it would feel to caress her supple teats with her magic. To twist each nipple, abusing it, to make it hard and perky. She remembered how she loved to spank star specked flanks in the heat of the moment, how it made her jump over the threshold of attainable pleasure. She wanted her horn back. She needed it. Now.

"Princess! Please!" Twilight cried out, gasping for air.

Although it was past midnight now, and she was tired and sleepy, the purple mare was kept awake by the constant denial of the sweet release. She felt a pair of lips close around her horn as the tongue continued ravishing its ridges. Twilight felt a soft vibration. Was Celestia giggling?

When trashing her head around in pleasure, Twilight noticed a large mirror, angled just so she could see herself on the bed. Did she leave it pointing that way? Moaning softly, she took a better look at what had to be herself. Rosy-cheeked, panting, squeaking cutely and spreading her supple legs in pale moonlight. Two perky nipples were erect, her clitoris stood firm between the parted, swollen lips. She could see inside herself - glistening in the night, there was her love tunnel.

Twilight felt strangely titillated by this sight. The pony on the other side looked so alien. A stunningly beautiful mare, lost in passion and pleasure. Twilight bit her lip, feeling more excitement build. The sight was so far removed from the bookish and dry pony that usually gazed at her from the mirror. Was it really her?

Meanwhile, the tongue wrapped around Twilight's horn, and began sliding up and down its length. With a short gasp, she fell on her bed again and squeaked in pleasure. She was getting close once more. Thinking back to the mare from the mirror, Twilight felt that she couldn't really be mad at her teacher. How could anypony resist that sight?

A stray thought emerged, and after a while it was constantly occupying her hazy mind. It nested there long before this faithful night, but usually it made Twilight shake her head and try to forget. For the longest time, she felt harboring this offending view was somehow wrong, that in a way, she was betraying her princess. Perhaps it was the realization she felt seeing the mare in the mirror, or maybe it was the pleasure that made her inhibitions lower, but for the first time, the moaning mare felt the confidence to say it. She had to. It was now or never.

"I love you, princess," the sweaty unicorn whispered quietly, her words punctuated by high-pitched squeaks. She felt the speed of Celestia's tongue increase, and suddenly couldn't think any more. No rationalizations, no uncertainties, no over thinking things. It was just the sweating purple mare and Celestia's strong tongue. Twilight whimpered, losing herself in pleasure once again.

Unable to dwell on the musings about her feelings for the princess, she felt Celestia begin to suck, making a wonderful sensation spread from her horn throughout the rest of her trembling body. Twilight tried arching her back again, but she felt no strength left in her exhausted muscles. In her bedroom, under the pale moonlight, the panting unicorn was all but completely spent.

"M-more..." The moan came as a whisper. Twilight felt her eyes close - she was unable to keep them open any more. The tongue on her horn slowed down, denying her the orgasm once again. It was letting her rest, bringing her down from the pleasure's summit. A soft whine of disappointment escaped from Twilight's blushing muzzle. Right. She remembered. She was being punished.

The strong muscle moved slowly and deliberately, its teasing occasionally interrupted by a light suckle. The world didn't matter anymore. The purple pony could hear only white noise ringing in her ears. Celestia's ministrations left Twilight in a constant state of arousal. Not enough to let her climb to an orgasm, but just as much to keep the unicorn from instantly falling asleep. The purple mare bit her lower lip, starting to wonder how much longer she could take it.

As her breath slowed, Twilight could still feel the princess playing with her horn. Everything seemed more peaceful and distant. Almost as if the world was made of cotton candy. The lavender filly sighed happily and looked at stars winking at fer from the window. She let out a soft purr as she felt a particularly long and hard lick graze her purple horn's surface. The stars began moving. She found it strangely calming. They danced in the sky, then one by one, flew into her bedroom. Twilight could only stare, stifling the quiet moans of pleasure.

The stars danced on her ceiling - it was now a night sky. She looked in the mirror and saw Celestia right next to another Twilight, kissing passionately. They shared a knowing look with the sleepy filly on the bed and began licking each other's horns.

Twilight blinked - she was now in a green glade. A cute moan escaped her lips as she felt the blades of grass caress and kiss her coat.

She gasped for the last time that night as she saw Celestia walking towards her, a short, stubby, purple horn sticking in her mouth. She seemed to be sucking on it, like a lollipop. The white alicorn suckled hard on her treat and then with a "pop" removed it from her mouth, lowering her eyelids and giving her student a "come hither" look.

In the Canterlot castle, on a soft bed, wrapped in sweaty sheets, an aroused, purple, sleeping filly finally came, lost in her dreams. With a tiniest of moans, she tensed up a bit and let a trickle of fluid escape from her swollen treasure, allowing it to flow down her twitching, lavender leg. Twilight smiled. It was good to be punished.

All the paperwork was done. Neat stacks of document, now dealt with, decorated the princess' desk. The sun monarch's white body occupied a large, lush pillow. Celestia used her tongue to slightly turn her mouth's purple occupant as she suckled on it some more. She arched her back and stretched her wings, purring with fatigue.

I have to do this more often. The work simply flew by in no time, mused the sun monarch.

Celestia slowly removed her student's horn from her muzzle. She assessed it with a critical eye. It was thoroughly covered in her saliva. The sun monarch smiled and gave it one more lick for good measure, setting in on the desk, behind the inkwell. It looked surprisingly fashionable. She glanced towards her sleeping pupil; Celestia observed her this whole evening through a small, enchanted mirror. It sat on her royal desk, by all the paperwork.

The purple filly on the other side let out a cute moan in her sleep.

The white alicorn looked at Twilight's slumbering form with love and lust in her eyes. She did get quite wet during this whole session. Celestia eyed her student's horn once again. It was tempting to let herself simply indulge. Twilight would wake up, though - the purple filly got enough of the punishment for one night.

The white pony made her way towards the royal bed. Her arousal could be saved for tomorrow. After all, she had a whole day to punish Twilight as she saw fit. Celestia couldn't help but to lick her lips in anticipation.

Twilight woke up with a gasp. It was exactly sunrise, and it seemed that somepony was caressing her poor horn with feathers again. Her hoof moved slowly towards her forehead. Twilight let herself hope for a moment. Nope. Still gone. Her face fell.

A pop of golden magic startled the purple pony. A folded piece of paper appeared in the air. Twilight tried to catch it. The offending letter started to gently fall towards her bed, disobeying her. Right. No magic. The letter slowly floated down and settled on her sheets. The purple pony stared at it for a while, as if waiting for something to happen. Right, no magic. She had to open it manually.

After fumbling around with much too many hooves and noses, she finally managed to get it open.

My dearest, most faithful student,

I will be waiting for you to join me during the first breakfast. As you should be aware, it begins shortly after sunrise. Seeing as you are still being punished for yesterday's exploits, I urge you to be on time.

Your loving teacher,
Celestia

Twilight quickly reread the letter with a pounding heart. She usually woke up on time for second breakfast. Hardly anypony, save for the princess herself, ate at the first light. Twilight glanced at the morning sun. I urge you to be on time. She looked herself over. Stained, sweaty coat, unkempt mane. She could smell the sweet scent of mare's arousal. I urge you to be on time. No time. She was late already. With a whimper, Twilight bolted towards the exit door.

The dining hall was for the most part, empty. A few tables were occupied, but none of the feasting ponies seemed to pay any attention to the flustered unicorn doing her best to sneak through unnoticed. At least she wouldn't be laughed at for appearing here looking as if she entertained a colt last night. All she was missing was stallion's seed covering her flank, the lavender unicorn mused, blushing horribly.

Twilight spied Celestia at her private table on the dais in the back. The purple unicorn increased her pace, heading straight for the sun monarch. The white alicorn lay on her side, resting on a great, plush cushion by the table. She was levitating a small silver fork with a slice of an apple on top. Celestia took a bite and smiled, noticing a lavender mare come to her table.

"My faithful student, I'm so glad for having you here with me. Not that many ponies manage to find strength and motivation to raise as the sun does," Celestia said, smiling lovingly at the purple filly joining her on the cushions.

"Oh, it's n-nothing, princess," said Twilight, trying to cover her blush and sitting by Celestia's side. Gulping, she realized, that she probably stained the pillow she sat on.

"Have you slept well, my dearest student?" The white alicorn asked, conjuring a brush out of nowhere. She levitated it in her golden aura and began straightening Twilight's mane. Her student's face was now almost on fire.

Right. Focus, deep breaths, thought Twilight, desperate to get her arousal under wraps. Calm down, stop blushing, is that my horn on the table, you will be fine as long as you keep calm. The lavender mare stared, as the brush worked out tangles in her mane. MY HORN IS ON THE TABLE.

Noticing the horror on her student's face, Celestia allowed herself a perfectly mischievous giggle. With her gold-clad hoof, she took Twilight's muzzle and turned it, so that both mares now looked directly into each other's eyes. Golden aura encased the purple horn as it rose up from the table and floated to Celestia. She gazed Twilight directly in the eye. She saw despair, but also lust. And was it a hint of longing?

The white alicorn gave her student a sultry smile and bringing the disembodied horn to her royal muzzle, licked it slowly, watching her student's reaction.

Twilight clamped her muzzle shut with her hooves, trying to stop making a moan. There were ponies there, eating in peace. Surely Celestia couldn't...

"An idea came to me after last night," the alicorn said in between the agonizingly slow licks. "And so I waited for the morning..." Twilight could only stare as the princess moved the purple horn across her white coat, caressing herself with it. Twilight squeaked involuntarily, as she felt Celestia's fur kissing her sensitive purple friend. Then, she lost the sight of her horn as it disappeared behind her princess. Where did it go?

"I am sure you will enjoy it, my dearest student," said the monarch, the last word punctuated with an erotic gasp. Twilight's eyes went wide as she felt her horn slide in someplace warm and slick. The princess was right there, watching her. The purple mare tried her hardest to contain a moan as she felt her horn begin to move grinding against Celestia's lubricated inner walls. She could feel her mentor's love tunnel twitch slightly around her horn.

Beneath the alicorn's asshole, the royal lower lips were entertaining a visitor. Twilight's horn was eagerly thrusting in and out of the royal pussy, spreading it wide, and then letting the white lips close as it disappeared in the depths of her majesty's love. The whole activity was safely hidden and discreet, thanks to the sun regent's flowing, multicolored tail.

Celestia bit her lower lip, sensing a bit of blush creep up her pristine white cheeks. She could feel her marehood tighten around Twilight's stubby horn, milking it and squeezing it lovingly. She pushed it as far as she could with her magic, it was now poking at Celestia's cervix. Her student, sweaty, flustered and moaning, was trying to make herself as small as possible behind the table - the only thing shielding them both from the rest of the busy dining hall.

The sun monarch noticed one or two ponies turn their heads to investigate the curious sounds coming from the royal table, but she didn't pay them any mind. Twilight on the other hand would most probably be pale, if her body wasn't busy pumping whole the supply of her blood to her blushing face and swollen nethers.

"P-princess...!" Twilight voiced a hushed objection to her horn slowly bucking her majesty's behind. She stifled a yelp, feeling her own marehood wink in anticipation.

"You are still being punished, my faithful student," said Celestia, her voice steady and calm. "And I must say, I have not allowed myself to have this much fun for far too long." Apart from nigh unnoticeable blush, her royal highness did not appear to be repeatedly penetrated by a stubby lavender intruder. Twilight, jealous of her mentor's composure, could only whimper at the sensations she was experiencing. The knowledge of her horn's whereabouts alone, threatened to bring the purple filly over the edge.

Twilight tried to organised her thoughts. The strange courage that filled her last night was back. She had another chance. Although she did squeak once every ten seconds, she managed to look with her hopeful eyes directly at her princess, and ask with a trembling voice.

"About l-last night..." said the purple pony, panting.

"Yes, my dearest?" Celestia smiled lovingly at her student, giggling at the cute sounds she was making.

"D-did you hear w-what I said back then?" Twilight asked. Her mind was racing, both from exorbitant amount of pleasure and the possible responses to the question she actually wanted to ask. What am I to you, princess? The purple mare tried to look away, unwilling to gaze directly at her mentor. Her horn sliding in and out of the princess certainly did nothing to help the matters.

"I did," came Celestia's answer. Twilight felt her heart rate increase even more. Her horn moved faster and faster, eliciting a continuous flow of moans and squeaks from the purple filly. Almost there. The rapid pounding of her heart was drowning almost all other sound, save for her princess' voice.

Twilight felt her horn twist and plunge deep inside Celestia, the royal inner walls tightening around it and holding it in place, as deep as it could possibly go. Twilight could only tremble as she heard the only sound in the world that mattered to her. The princess was right beside her, bringing her muzzle close; she nibbled on a lavender ear and whispered to the unicorn waiting patiently at the summit of her pleasure.

"I love you too, my faithful student."

Unable to contain a scream, Twilight came.

Sweepy Shine was busy eating his avocado. He talked to other castle staff at the table, gossiped about which corridors housed the dirtiest ponies and concentrated on filling his belly. Then he heard it. An ear piercing scream filled the dining hall. He paled as he realized what it was - an unmistakable moan of a mare reaching her orgasm. After what felt like hours, the mysterious filly stopped.

He heard the sound of cutlery falling onto the plates. A glass fell and shattered on the floor. Looking around, Sweepy saw terrified faces frozen in horror. In the far end of the dining hall, her royal highness, princess Celestia looked as distraught as everypony else. She froze as she was just about to indulge in some inconspicuous salad. He felt something poke him in the ribs.

"Oi, Sweepy. Is it just me, mate, or did an invisible mare cum in the center of the dining hall?" asked Dusty Tail, looking unfazed by this whole event. "Sounded like she's a screamer."

Author's Note

How will things proceed from now on? What other punishments await the purple unicorn? Will she ever get her horn back? If so, how will she feel about it sticking out from her forehead for everypony to see, knowing where it's been?

Favorite and like to find out more in the future update!

PS Thoughts about the picture? I am really tempted too add a furiously blushing Twilight on the bottom.
PPS Every story needs a good plot device. Get it? Cos' it's the horn, and it's been in Celestia's... Oh, forget it.

Out in the Open

Twilight Sparkle awoke with a happy sigh. The world felt warm and fuzzy, lulling her gently with sensations of security and belonging. She didn't feel the need to open her eyes just yet. Her bed sheets hugged the lilac mare tightly as she moved closed to embrace a large, fuzzy object. Alluring heat filled her, prompting the petite pony to press her cheek against the mysterious object's delicate surface. Twilight did not remember her bed being this comfortable. Maybe the princess decided to reward her favorite student with a new... Oh. Celestia. That happened.

Twilight's eyes opened groggily. The sleepy mare let them widen as the memories of recently transpired events returned. Somewhere in the distance, she registered the the sounds of cutlery moving about, and plates being emptied by hungry ponies. The purple mare was still in the dining hall, and by the looks of things, the first breakfast was not even finished yet. She felt a great, white wing embrace her tighter. Right, definitely not my sheets, mused the flustered pony, trying not to smile too much. The world was too warm and fuzzy to worry her pretty little head right now. Looking up, she saw Celestia gazing right back, with that playful, mischievous smile on the divine lips. The filly blushed, pressing herself tighter against the royal coat. So soft.

"I must say, this has been, without a doubt, the most enjoyable breakfast I had in quite a while. Wouldn't you agree, my faithful student?" The white alicorn said, brushing her hoof against Twilight's burning cheek, and bringing her muzzle up so that two mares would face each other. One rosy-cheeked and trembling, the other, an alabaster statue, composed and regal. The illusion was quickly broken by another warm smile, as the white alicorn moved in to tease Twilight's ear. "You are quite loud, my beloved, precious pupil," Celestia whispered to the lavender mare. She giggled playfully and began nibbling on the twitching ear, eliciting a cute squeak from Twilight.

"I-I'm... D-did anypony hear?" The purple unicorn asked, as she shut her eyes, trying to prevent herself from uttering a moan. A familiar pressure started building in her mound again.

"Oh, my dearest," the white alicorn started kissing Twilight down her jawline. "Most lovely," she continued in between kisses. "Most beautiful," Celestia teased, feeling her pupil's breaths quicken. "Of all the ponies," she finished, giving Twilight's nose a playful lick.

"Everypony heard."

Twilight trotted slowly through the castle. Her horn was still missing, and she was still aroused beyond reason. The lilac unicorn could only hope that she did not leave a trail of liquid behind her. The flustered mare clamped her tail in between her haunches, hoping nopony would notice her winking flower, moist and pliable. The fact that her tail kept raising on its own did not help the matters. Twilight scrunched up her nose in thought. She had to get to her quarters - there she would be safe from stray eyes.

Suddenly, panic gripped her. Was somepony looking at her? Biting her lower lip, she looked around, whimpering quietly. No, just her imagination.

After breakfast, and without much more teasing, Celestia told her, she would be holding court. The sun monarch simply winked at Twilight knowingly and bid her farewell, telling her lilac student, she should take this chance to enjoy herself and take a much deserved break from her studies.

Twilight sighed and stopped for a second. She rubbed her hind legs together, looking around carefully, trying not to be spotted. With a cute squeak and eyes closed in pleasure, she arched her back. The purple, aroused mare continued this for a minute, trying her best not to voice any of the involuntary moans, hoping to reach her peak and let all of this stress and pent up pressure leave her.

Twilight grumbled. She wasn't getting anywhere with this kind of foreplay. It just wasn't enough. And by the sound of hoofsteps closing in on her, somepony was coming.

The purple mare bolted forward, trying to reach her room as quickly as she could.

Twilight stood before the large double door that usually led into her quarters. Looking to her left and right, she made sure that the corridor was empty. Whimpering, she put both her hooves on the engraved wood and pushed with all her strength. She gasped and felt her breath quicken from both the effort and lingering arousal - the door wouldn't budge, no matter how much she tried exerting her muscles. She fell to the stone floor and lay there panting for a couple moments.

"No, no, no, I didn't close it when I left! What's going on?" Twilight whispered to herself in panic, getting up, and starting to trot in a circle. As she made her fourth revolution, she gasped. Of course. Her punishment. "Princess!" Twilight whispered sharply, addressing the air. No reply came. She waited for another moment. Instead of Celestia's voice apologizing for the inconvenience, she heard herself moan, the teasing of her horn suddenly increasing tenfold. It felt warm, toasty, snuggled in some moist, slick place that hugged it tightly. And now, Twilight felt it slowly begin to move, eliciting a soft yelp from the blushing unicorn. Her ears fell, as she pawed at the floor with resignation. "G-great."

Twilight settled on a wooden bench near the back of the statue garden. It was usually quiet here, seldom did ponies venture that far, instead preferring to remain closer to the castle - it was there that all the flowers bloomed. Peace and quiet, just what she needed. The eerie silence was punctuated only by the unicorn's ragged breaths and quick heartbeats, thundering in her ears.

Feeling much less stressed about a possibility of being discovered, she closed her eyes. During her arduous trip here, she felt her horn slowly moving in and out of her princess. It was not easy getting to this place, as the lilac mare had to stop every couple of paces, letting out a stifled moan and rubbing her aching haunches together. Trying to shut down the sensations provided by her horn, slowly bucking the royal posterior, was almost unbearable. Thankfully, she didn't embarrass herself in front of that many ponies on her way. She sure did get a lot of looks, though. But none of that mattered any more. She was here, secluded and safe. Twilight sighed happily, as she relaxed on the bench, at long last able to give in to the pleasure.

An image of Celestia appeared; the princess sat on her throne, wearing her golden regalia, blush covering her cheeks and a sultry smile on her lips. Twilight saw the princess close her eyes and spread her alabaster haunches. The lavender mare spied a pair of snow-white lips, twitching happily in anticipation. She saw the golden clad hoof move across Celestia's majestic body, eliciting quiet squeaks from the princess. As she reached her mound, the white alicorn spread her petals and began caressing them gently, making a bit of moisture appear. Celestia played with herself, shamelessly abusing her most sacred of places, letting the purple mare see the whole performance. Then, she opened her eyes and looked at Twilight with such passion and desire that the moaning unicorn could swear the princess could see through her very soul.

Twilight settled her red cheeks on her hooves. Laying on the park bench, the lavender unicorn whined silently, feeling her horn ravish Celestia's sacred passage. Come to think of it, in the olden days, her majesty's hindquarters were most likely considered actually sacred. And now, Twilight's purple horn was happily sliding in and out, sending pleasure up Celestia's spine. It must have poked periodically out between her immaculate, divine flanks, Twilight reasoned, as she could feel the cold air brush against her sensitive horn from time to time. The lilac mare shuddered at the thought. 'Twas Sacrilege she was committing.

The purple tail raised slightly on its own, allowing the world to view the two perfect lavender lips, moist and swollen. Twilight made a small, cute moan, and unconsciously raised her rump slightly higher in the air. She pressed her burning face against the wooden planks and started squeaking softly, feeling the slow approaching release dawn on the horizon. Her tail was now standing at attention, trembling slightly as it left nothing to the imagination. Feeling the willpower leave her, the purple mare began moving her rump back and forth, as if to elicit a response from an imaginary stallion, about to mount her supple frame. She was so close now. Only a moment more, just a tiny bit of pleasure, one more push of her horn and-

"And this statue, on the other hoof, represents victory."

Her world shattered. Twilight felt as if she was flying for one, precious moment. She soared high in the sky, laughing and happy, when all of the sudden her wings were gone. Feeling of vertigo overwhelmed her as she fell, her orgasm slipping away. She tried grabbing it again and reaching for it frantically, yet her hooves met only air. No flying colors flew before her eyes, no overflow of happy feelings threatened to bring her mind to a standstill, no throbbing pleasure was wrecking her body. Instead, she felt true horror as it dawned on her - a school trip was about to make its way past her.

Twilight's bottom slammed on the bench with a satisfying, wet smack, as she sat up looking around with terrified gaze. Ragged breaths left her muzzle, as she judged her situation. She was in no way, shape, or form able to move. Slight spasms still made their way through her limbs, and her tail refused to stay down, flying up at any chance it got. Twilight whimpered, clopping her hooves against the wooden bench in panic, feeling like a trapped animal.

"This statue on the other hand, represents kindness," a soft, cheerful voice of a young mare continued. Twilight could hear hoofsteps closing in on her, the innocent laughter and arguments of a group of foals making her heart palpitate. The lavender mare closed her eyes and lowered her ears, silently praying to Celestia that she wouldn't be noticed.

"Stop it you two, you don't want me to get your parents involved, do you?" The voice scolded somepony, and Twilight heard two fillies yelp and begin a litany of apologies. "Now, that's better. We are now coming to the last, and most interesting of statues. Can anypony tell me what it repre-"

Twilight opened one eye. Sure enough, the school group had found her. A young, fuchsia mare, with a slight blush creeping up her muzzle, stood at the front, giving the lilac pony a disbelieving look. An uncomfortable silence reigned. Twilight could tell the teacher knew exactly what the unicorn was doing a moment ago. Another pony had seen her like this. Twilight could feel her tail raise on its own again. Drat. She whimpered as her eyes darted around. She had to make a distraction. The statue!

"A-actually, this statue represents discord," Twilight spoke, her voice uneven and changing its pitch from time to time. "It depicts a creature known as draconequus, a being made up of mismatched parts of all manner of creatures," the purple mare continued, regaining a shred of composure. She raised one hoof, and with a lecturing tone, continued the explanation. "The statue warns us against inner conflict and chaos amongst ourselves, and serves as a reminder to all ponies who would disrupt harmony," the lavender unicorn finished, hazarding a look at the foals standing with their blushing teacher.

It was silent for a moment, and then the earth shook as whole school trip surrounded her in a mass of screaming, laughing foals, who then starting asking questions, talking over one another.

"Wow! Are you a teacher too?"

"We have a teacher and her name is Miss Cheerilee!"

"Tell us more! Tell us more," a particularly energetic filly exclaimed, as Twilight yelped, feeling the burning in her haunches blaze again, her horn beginning to assault the royal rose with increased speed. They were all staring right at her. Twlight whimpered, silently begging Celestia to stop.

"You are the coolest pony, like, ever!"

"Can you be our teacher instead? Miss Cheerilee doesn't let us have ice cream!"

Twilight panted, trying to avert her eyes, sweating and whimpering, assaulted by the numerous gazes and questions. It was too much. She couldn't take it. She had to stifle another yelp, as her horn met with strong, warm walls contracting against it, holding it in place, and sending unbelievable pleasure down Twilight's spine. It was wrong, there were ponies looking right at her, but she had no other choice. She couldn't stop it. Twilight stifled a moan one last time, a lone tear making her way down her blushing cheek.

Meanwhile, Cheerilee stood dumbstruck by the lilac mare. From the moment she saw her, it was obvious what she was doing prior to her interruption. She saw the sweat. She saw the slight twitches of her tail. She caught the slightest glimpse of pink between her haunches. She noticed that the bench was positively stained with mare's excitement. She felt the sweet scent of the unicorn's arousal permeating the air. And now, that very same mare was swarmed by her pupils, about to reach an impeding orgasm. Cheerilee had to rescue her.

"Children! Leave that poor pony alone," the fuchsia teacher exclaimed, stomping her hoof on the cobble patch. "I am sure you are exhausting her with your questions. Go look at the statue, I will have you write reports on it, so you better study it while you can," the mare's cheerful voice was met with groans of disappointed fillies.

"More homework?" grumbling, the little ponies left the heaving unicorn alone and made their way towards the statue of discord.

Twilight was saved. She sat there, panting, her heart beating in her chest like a rolling thunder. She was saved. No longer was she stared at and a center of attention. It seemed that her horn had stopped too. She let herself make a small smile, and felt her hooves give out from underneath her. She slumped onto the bench, exhausted, and wishing for this day to come to a close.

Cheerilee made her way towards the bench, making sure to keep an eye on the fillies playing by the statue. She blushed, seeing the lavender mare twitch slightly - the purple pony's arousal was still lingering just short of her peak, the teacher reasoned, feeling her cheeks get even redder. Once she was close, Cheerilee saw the lilac head move and then the two beautiful eyes give her an apologetic look.

"Thanks. You k-kind of saved my hide," Twilight said, looking at the approaching mare. She noticed the blush. Twilight bit her lower lip and tried to shy away from the fuchsia teacher. Cheerilee stopped suddenly and blinked at the flustered unicorn, not confident enough to continue her approach.

"Oh, it... It was nothing," she said, pawing at the ground, and trying to look everywhere but at the unicorn on the bench. "I have to take the class away, but... Umm," Twilight saw her blush even more. Cheerilee squeaked, closing her eyes as hard as she could, and finally moved forward, coming close to the trembling unicorn. She lowered her head so the two could look each other in the eye. "I-I could smell you from where I stood," the young teacher whispered, moving her muzzle to Twilight's ear. "I have the class to take care of right now, but if you ever find yourself... In need, I suppose you could repay the favor by paying me a visit," the fuchsia mare whispered, trying to sound as erotic as she could, and even deciding to awkwardly nibble on the purple ear. "I just started teaching in Ponyville. I have only moved there, you know. It gets pretty lonely during the long evenings," Twilight could feel Cheerilee's breath, and trembled slightly at this new, strange feeling of being desired by somepony else. "Just ask around if you decide to find me, cutie pie." Both mares looked each other in the eye once more. Both were red faced, and ready to run away in panic. At this point Cheerilee's lust-inflated confidence finally faltered, and she bolted away to hurriedly shepherd her pupils towards the next point of interest.

Twilight stared as Cheerilee swiftly guided the foals along the cobble path leading into the hedge maze. As the teacher was about to disappear behind a green wall, Twilight saw her slow down and stop. With wide eyes, she saw the fuchsia tail raise, allowing Twilight to catch a glimpse of the teacher's flower, along with a small, cute plothole. The opening between the lips was covered in a sheen of moisture, a small, pink bit of flesh crowning Cheerilee's love. Twilight could swear she saw it wink at her.

Slumping down on her hooves, the aroused, trembling lavender mare sighed happily.

The bright sunlight illuminated the white throne room. Rich tapestries decorated the marble walls, and the stained glass in the windows colored the sun rays, making the great hall light up in all shades of a rainbow. Ponies stood on both sides of the throne; nobles, scribes, advisers, guards, politicians. They were all present there to assist her majesty in making important decisions.

Another land dispute. Celestia was getting bored of the petty squabbles; two rich houses, quarreling among themselves for a pitiful scrap of earth. She cast her mind back - this dispute had its root some centuries ago, due to one embarrassing misunderstanding. Now, it has once again escalated and required the crown to step in and pass a judgement to prevent bloodshed.

Her mind slowly drifting away from politics. Celestia used her magic to probe the purple intruder currently nesting snugly inside her rose. It seemed like her student has finally cooled off once more. The sun regent smiled inwardly and used her magic to move the horn slightly, waking it from its slumber. She pushed, just barely enough to send pleasure up her spine. She was quite tender and dry down there; all that playtime has taken its toll on the royal love tunnel. Celestia moved the horn in tiny increments, feeling the liquid arousal slowly coat her stubby consort, allowing it to move more freely. Letting its speed gradually increase, Celestia felt her cheeks redden. Somewhere in the back of her mind she understood and parsed another meaningless question from the two petitioners only to give it a dry response.

Although Celestia's visage was calm and regal as always, inside, she screamed and moaned, trashing around in excitement. The lavender horn was now giving her a proper bucking; plunging deep inside her treasure, and exiting her almost entirely, leaving only the sensitive tip inside her swollen lips. The monarch entertained a thought of raising her tail and shoving her winking marehood right into the nobles' smug faces.

She could feel Twilight getting close. Celestia cursed inwardly, penetrating herself a few more times for good measure. They both felt an approaching release - the sun regent thought for a moment about letting herself reach the peak of sweat release. She was quite tense, and an orgasm would do wonders for her sour mood. She was punishing Twilight, though, and from the looks of things the poor filly would reach her climax much sooner than the sun regent. Sighing in her mind, Celestia slowed the horn down, finally bringing it to a stop. She extended her senses, and tracing the connection from the purple intruder, she touched Twilight.

Her student was whining softly as she lay on the floor, in a castle corridor, her hips moving on her own, twitching, expecting a release that would never come. Celestia giggled silently - could almost grasp the aura of disappointment radiating off her trembling pupil. She let herself smile as she drank in the lewd display.

An idea came. Ignoring the two nobles, now throwing insults and wrestling each other in front of the throne, Celestia penned a letter.

Twilight stood silently before the door to the spa. She was never one to care about her appearance, or really pay much attention to her looks at all. Simple mane cut, clean hooves, straight to the point. No prancing around, she was the kind of mare to stick to her books and studies, wasting evenings on cerebral activities instead of enjoying a social life. And now she was about to enter a spa. Twilight gulped, feeling unsure about entering the place of beauty and relaxation. She had no other choice though, as she was ordered to in a letter that appeared just shortly after her encounter with the kinky teacher in the gardens.

I sense that you are quite tense, my dearest. Attached, there is a ticket for an all expenses paid visit to the spa. I hope you take this chance to enjoy yourself, my loveliest pupil.

Celestia

The lavender mare walked hesitantly through the door. A bubbly, yellow pegasus greeted her, and after seeing the royal ticked, directed the blushing unicorn to the deluxe part of the spa.

Twilight found herself in a large, exquisitely decorated room. Carved stone was arranged along the walls, and sculptures of ponies stood in the corners. Soothing music filled the warm, moist air with dulcet tones, speaking of a far away land where worries do not apply to ponies. Somewhere in the back, steam rose from a bath. Twilight noticed a slim, mint green mare smiling at her.

"How may I help you today, Miss?

"W-well..." Twilight began unsurely. "I have been told I am, uh... Quite tense."

"I think we can deal with that," the mint pegasus smiled once again and directed the unicorn onto a massage table.

"I want you to relax, and not to trouble yourself with outside world. I'll take care of everything."

She began kneading Twilight's back. Her soft touches ruffled the purple coat as the pegasus massaged Twilight's sore muscles, sending shivers down the lavender mare's spine. She sighed happily, closing her eyes, as she felt tension leave her completely. The music, the warmth and two, strong hooves on her back made Twilight daydream.

She was on a golden beach, the sound of waves moving on the sand soothing her senses. The sun was sending down warm rays of light, filling Twilight with love and stripping all worries away. The gentle wind caressed her coat with small kisses. Twilight allowed herself a smile in this beautiful, perfect paradise. All she needed now was another pony to share it with.

From the sea foam, as radiant as Twilight remembered, rose up a tall, slender, white figure. She moved slowly through the ocean, her eyes focusing only on the small, trembling mare on the shore. Celestia was close now. Her multicolored mane billowed lazily in the wind, a loving smile on her impeccable, white lips. The purple mare hummed happily, as she felt her mentor come close and embrace her. She felt a nuzzle and a flurry of kisses that followed. She was happy now, almost perfectly happy. As if sensing the one missing thing, Celestia giggled innocently as she took her student's horn into her mouth.

The mare laying on the massage table made a long, quiet moan, punctuated by cute squeaks of pleasure. She felt her horn move in her mentor's mouth. No, that was just her fantasy from the moment earlier. It felt as if her horn was still paying a visit to the royal tunnel of love, squeezed and held tightly by its strong walls. She felt it move again, sliding deep into the princess. Twilight had to stifle a yep.

"My, my, aren't you a sensitive one," the mint pegasus whispered, her hooves still working out the kinks it Twilight's back. She felt the unicorn tense immediately and tremble beneath her touch, as the aroused mare remembered she was not alone. "Shh... It's alright, many customers get... Excited during their visits. It's nothing to be ashamed of," the mare continued, softly kneading Twilight's back. After a while, the lilac mare heeded the soothing words - the unicorn's flesh was limp beneath the spa pony's hooves once again.

Twilight's thoughts returned to the images of her mentor's alabaster flanks. She imagined Celestia's hooves dancing on her back, applying this wonderful pressure, teasing her, and together with the stubby horn penetrating the princess, bringing soft moans to Twilight's muzzle. She felt her tail raise in anticipation, as she tensed up and opened her mouth, voicing a short squeak. One particularly tense muscle relaxed under the pair of strong hooves. Twilight's breaths quickened, as she rubber her cheek against the soft massage table. It felt warm, bringing out the memories of her princess' perfect coat from this morning.

Twilight felt her horn's pace increase. It felt smoother, too. Was Celestia getting wet? Twilight tried to giggle, but let out a short squeak instead, unable to resist her body's natural response. She licked her lips and tried to lose herself in the sensations. The soft table underneath her, the strong pair of hooves expertly kneading her back, and the lovely feeling of warm flesh contracting against her sensitive, stubby horn.

She now lay on Celestia's back, her head pressed into the place between the monarch's wings. Twilight slowly rubbed herself against the royal fur, eliciting a sharp moan from the princess. Feeling particularly adventurous, she gave Celestia a lick, tasting her white coat and making her majesty squirm in pleasure. Meanwhile, Twilight felt another Celestia descend upon her, and with a pair strong, gold-clad hooves begin to give her student a massage. The purple mare writhed in place, whining lightly, trying to get herself as close to both her princesses as possible. She needed them. She had to have them.

Both white mares gave each other a knowing look and started placing little kisses upon the moaning unicorn's coat. They moved agonizingly slowly, teasing the whimpering Twilight with their tongues, leaving small wet spots where they lay their lips. Soon enough, both Celestias reached Twilight's horn and began licking it together. They gave it playful nips and soft butterfly kisses, they chased each other's tongues along its sensitive surface, making the lilac mare moan and squirm in place without regard for the world outside her fantasy.

Twilight could feel so much wonderful pressure and warmth spreading from her haunches; she wasn't able to control the volume of her voice any more. Yelping with each lick her poor horn sustained form the royal twins, she began thrusting her cute, perky ass rhythmically into the air, her tail clamped to the side of her flank, leaving nothing to the imagination.

The royal sisters stopped paying attention to Twilight for a moment, eliciting a long whine of disappointment from the aroused mare. They now looked at each other, and while giving the lilac unicorn mischievous smiles, started kissing feverishly. Twilight felt her face burn, and her marehood wink on its own - playing out before her was a scene she could stare at for a century. Two perfectly sculpted muzzles were locked into each other, two strong, powerful tongues were wrestling for domination. Twilight whined again, desiring to join them. She wanted to see how her mentor tasted, how her powerful, broad tongue would feel in her muzzle, how these divine, white lips would feel, pressing snugly against her own. She wanted to kiss Celestia. She wanted to kiss the sun monarch.

As her two teachers moaned into each other's mouths, one thirstily drinking from the other, Twilight felt something pay attention to her poor, abused, stubby friend again. A third Celestia emerged, sparing no time before taking the whole length of her student's horn into the royal mouth. Twilight screamed, feeling her haunches tense. She lay on one of her teachers, snugly pressed into her coat, feeling her whole body tremble from the sensations flowing through her, originating in her purple, stubby horn. As the purple mare stifled another yelp, one of Celestias, currently busy playing with the source of her student's pleasure, began bobbing her head up and down, sucking on the purple horn with mirth.

Twilight could only squeak softly, her mind unable to undertake any complex tasks. She waited impatiently, sweating and panting, ragged breaths leaving her muzzle. Her horn was now thoroughly soaked in royal saliva. Twilight gasped, feeling her peak approach. Just one more suckle, one more swirl of a strong tongue, one more light touch, one-

Freezing cold enveloped Twilight, as she bolted upright from the massage table, yelping with panic. Cold, cold, ice cold! She whimpered, jumping down to the floor and galloping in a circle, all the while letting out a trembling whine of disappointment. She left a small trail of fluid on the floor, dripping from her winking marehood. Stifling another yelp, she stopped, feeling the freezing sensation leave her. It was too late, though - the aroused mare could feel the once impending orgasm escape her grasp, leaving only an uncomfortable feeling of lingering heat. Her horn! It was so cold just a moment before! Freezing to the bone, almost painful. She squirmed on the wet spa floor, whimpering softly, when it dawned on her. Twilight felt all strength leave her.

Celestia just put her horn into a bucket of ice.

Twilight moaned slightly with disappointment, biting her lover lip. She looked around - the music was still playing, the steam still permeated the air, raising up from a hot bath in the back. The mint pegasus attending to her earlier was conspicuously missing. Twilight blushed, remembering her feverish fantasy. She must have practically shoved her swollen flower right into the poor mare's face. And this taste lingering in her mouth... Oh. Twilight remembered licking the pristine white coat. She slowly turned her head to look at the massage table. With a blush, she noted wet patches staining it in numerous places.

Even though the immediate orgasm was now like a sun at dusk, hiding beneath the horizon, a distant memory, she still felt the waning traces of arousal. And with Celestia in ownership of her horn, the teasing would soon continue, driving her insane with pleasure, only to deny the sweat release. Twilight sighed, looking at her hooves.

She had not other choice. She would do the most terrifying thing she possibly could.

Soon enough, the feeling in her horn returned, as Celestia start her teasing again. Twilight stood patiently in the line of petitioners, her tail clamped against her winking marehood, her cheeks rosy and hooves slightly shaking. She had to endure the curious glances and stares; the lavender mare could almost feel the gazes of the stallions physically touch and caress her coat. She whimpered, but stood her ground, determined to see her task to the very end.

As the line moved slowly, she found herself in the front. Right. Now's the time.

"Lady Twilight Sparkle, here to see her royal highness, princess Celestia," a posh voice announced, prompting Twilight to trot forward, suddenly very unsure whether this was a good idea. She knew her teacher must have heard the announcement. As if to confirm her suspicions, she gasped, feeling her horn start moving at a feverish pace. Stifling a moan, Twilight moved through the great doors and entered the throne room. There was a sea of ponies there, and all of them were looking right at her. Seeing her sweat and pant, seeing how her wet tail clung to her needing love. Twilight couldn't afford to focus at them, though. There was only one pony that mattered to her right now. And she had Twilight's horn shoved right up to her cervix. Twilight felt herself squeak slightly at this thought.

In the very center, sitting on the throne of Equestria, ruling with wisdom and beauty, there she was. Princess Celestia. Sky and stars themselves would write poetry about her features, her perfect alabaster coat, long, slender limbs, and the divine mane, flowing lazily in the solar wind. Celestia smiled slyly at her student and increased the speed with which Twilight's horn penetrated her royal hindquarters. She giggled as the little, purple unicorn almost stumbled and unable to stop herself, let out a long, cute moan. The princess waited patiently for Twilight to come closer.

The crowds filling the throne room seemed to rumble and roar like a building storm. What was going on? Who was that mare? Was she leaving a wet trail on the red carpet leading up to the throne? Was Celestia blushing? Was anypony else seeing this? WHAT'S GOING ON!?

"P-princess Cele-" Twilight started, Celestia's name interrupted in the middle by a small moan. "C-celestia," she panted, sitting down before the dais on which the throne sat. She could feel her excitement seep into the red carped. Stifling another yelp, Twilight tried to compose herself before the princess.

"Yes, my faithful student? Is there something you wish to ask of me?" There was amusement in Celestia's voice. But deep, beneath the practiced veneer of composure, Twilight could see lust and anticipation. This gave her the last boost of confidence she needed to proceed.

"I-I'd like to formally r-request, that," the purple mare whimpered through her teeth, feeling her hooves tremble and threaten to give out from underneath her from pleasure. The crowds stood silent, unwilling, or perhaps unable to interrupt. "That you," she said. Almost there. "That you make me," said the lilac mare with trembling voice. Finally, she closed her eyes tight and exclaimed in one breath, "Make me cum!"

Silence reigned. There was no sound, save for those made by the panting, sweaty mare before the throne.

"I-if it pleases your highness," Twilight finished, blushing furiously, unable to comprehend that she actually did what she set out to do in the first place. She was half expecting to simply run away from the whole ordeal. All she had to do now, was wait for her princess to answer.

"The crown does not make hasty decisions," thundered Celestia's voice. The princess wore a sultry smile, looking at the trembling mare through half-lidded eyes that seemed to scream about her true desires. "It stands to reason that only those who would need aid the most, would receive it. Twilight Sparkle, present yourself to me and all gathered here, so that we may judge whether the crown needs to get itself directly involved in this matter."

Twilight went pale. Present herself? She gulped, and slowly stood up. Quick glances to her left and right revealed the scale of the problem. Ponies filled the throne room, and every last one of them was staring at her right now. All Twilight had to do was to raise her tail and show everything, to all of them. Right. She looked at her princess. What Twilight saw was a regal smile, one of confidence and inspiration, one that seemed to tell her, "I believe in you." The purple mare closed her eyes and steeled herself for inevitable.

Slowly, Twilight raised her tail. She bent her forelegs, arched her back and moved her rump up, revealing herself to the crowds and leaving nothing to imagination. She heard gasps, as she felt her swollen flower wink at everypony and open slightly, letting them all see deep inside the lavender mare. Biting her lower lip, she moved, letting the other side of the throne room see her. The ponies replied with gasps and unsure murmurs once again. Everypony was looking right at her. She raised her cute bottom higher, letting them all see a pair of tender teats and allowing them a better view of her flower's petals.

"The evidence before us is clear. The crown shall involve itself in this matter, as the situation truly is dire. Twilight Sparkle, approach," Celestia said in the monotonous voice, usually reserved for posh, political debates.

The purple unicorn turned instantly and galloped towards the throne, where she was met with an embrace and a soft nuzzle. She whined, impatiently and kissed the alabaster chest. Twilight rubbed her cheek against her mentor's regal coat and looked right into her loving eyes.

"Princess..." Twilight whispered, feeling a gold-clad hoof caress her frame. As she moaned softly into her mentor, Twilight noticed the golden aura surround her. Stifling a yelp, she felt herself rise up into the air. Celestia gave the aroused, lilac mare a short peck on the lips as she levitated her by, heading towards the throne. The princess put her student on the seat of Equestria's power, and used both her hooves to spread her two nimble legs apart. This position allowed the monarch an easy access to her student's winking treasure. Celestia used her magic to gently splay Twilight's supple lips open and took a moment to revel in the sight that welcomed her.

The solar princess saw the inner petals poke out shyly, wet and eager to be caressed. There was a small, kissable clitoris, twitching impatiently in anticipation. And the smell. The sun regent smiled and took a deep breath through her nose, allowing herself to enjoy this rare treat. Such a divine smell. She could not help herself.

Twilight let out a low moan, feeling her moist petals tended to with expert skill. She was never touched there by anypony, save herself on a few long evenings. Twilight yelped, feeling Celestia give her button a playful lick. She whined impatiently, and felt the princess kiss, and nip on her love, making her squirm on the throne.

Her royal highness set her horn ablaze as she used her magic to begin moving Twilight's horn inside herself. It started slowly, and steadily increased its pace, ravishing the inside of the royal love tunnel, tuned to respond to the princess' urges. Twilight whimpered, as she felt it move quickly back and forth - combined with Celestia's strong muscle tending to her delicate folds, the normally quiet, bookish mare voiced a continuous stream of moans and yelps.

Twilight heard herself scream Celestia's name, she felt her own hooves move down and shove the royal muzzle right into her needing love. She vaguely registered ordering her teacher to raise her tail and show everypony gathered what a dirty little mare she was. Twilight almost didn't notice the ethereal tail float up, and the stunned gasps from their audience that followed. It seemed like the secret was now in the open - everypony noticed her horn riding the princess. The royal posterior was now twitching slightly with each thrust, sending a trail of liquid down the perfectly toned, alabaster leg to finally pool on the red carpet. It didn't seem to matter any more. Lost in the ocean of kisses, licks, thrusts, touches and nips, Twilight found herself exploring a new kind of summit, one she never before thought possible to traverse. She registered her own face scrunch up as she pulled on Celestia's mane, hard. She felt the princess moan into her love mound, she heard her catch ragged breaths and yelp, lost in throes of passion along with her faithful student.

Then, finally, it registered somewhere, that princess Celestia, her royal highness and regent of the sun, screamed her students name as she pulled her into a tight embrace. Twilight could feel her heart beat erratically, her muscles spasm, and soft cries that escaped her royal muzzle for what seemed like hours. Barely noticing her surroundings, Twilight felt her horn slip out of Celestia and fall somewhere on the carpet. She didn't care any more. Twilight squeezed the white, warm pony with her hooves.

It all seemed so silly in retrospect.

Sweepy Shine witnessed the whole event from his vantage point in one of the side entrances to the throne chamber. He stared forward, trapped in a new, weird kind of serenity.

He blinked, witnessing the universe reveal all its secrets.

Sweepy moved through the stars, and saw the worlds die. He saw suns explode into supernovas, and new planets form, giving birth to entire new species and civilizations. He found himself all powerful, and all knowing, his only task to witness the marvels of creation.

He had a lot of drinking to do that night.

Love is in the Air

Through purple, swirling mist, Twilight Sparkle saw her lithe, slumbering form, nestled against a warm, white shape. The sleeping pony let out a small, cute yawn as she pressed herself tighter into the alabaster alicorn's embrace. As the fog billowed and parted, Twilight saw a purple ear twitch and a smile appear on her own lips - Celestia was now looking at the dreaming, purple shape with love in her eyes. The slumbering mare pressed her cheek against the monarch's pristine coat, and let out a small sigh of happiness.

She looked upon the lovers from a distance, through mist, strangely calm despite this new, alien perspective. They lay on a large bed, in a chamber of white marble. Blue curtains decorated both sides of a tall, wooden door, now standing open, leading out to the princess' private dais from which all of Canterlot could be seen. The royal bedroom, Twilight reasoned, somewhere on the edge of consciousness. Lazy, warm rays of the morning sun fell onto the purple, sleeping form, making her coat shine and sparkle in the light.

Twilight looked beautiful, the disembodied consciousness heard herself think, immediately scolding her impudent mind for this unadulterated vanity. She took a better look at Celestia instead - the white alicorn was holding the small, sleeping unicorn in her hooves, looking at her with such love and devotion. A white wing extended, only to slowly caress a lilac cheek with a feather. Twilight saw herself twitch slightly, pawing at her own muzzle, trying to get the offending feather away. Celestia lowered her head and kissed Twilight's forehead, embracing her tighter.

As the white alicorn lovingly stroked her purple mane, Twilight noticed something. In the midst of the purple smoke and fog filling the chamber, radiating off the princess was an incredible aura of passion and feeling - golden threads of emotion danced slowly around the monarch, intermingling with her ethereal mane and tail, wrapping lovingly around the purple unicorn's sleeping form.

Trying to gasp at the beauty of this sight by instinct, Twilight saw the chamber darken - the purple mist billowed and swirled, clouding her vision and pulling her away from the two, embracing lovers. Feeling the consciousness slowly leave her, she remembered only thinking about her princess.

Twilight felt herself wake up. Almost instinctively, she yawned, opening her groggy eyes, and trying to shake off the last ghostly vestiges of the dream. Initially, a vast sea of white filled her vision. Then, slowly, details began to emerge. A bed, blue curtains, an image of the sun on a white flank, a long, regal, pearly horn, a pair of eyes that she could not resist getting lost in - they all came into focus as Twilight's heart fluttered, comprehending this sight and quickly arriving at the conclusion she desired so deeply. Celestia's private chambers.

The purple mare saw a beautiful, loving smile greeting her. Celestia's muzzle descended slowly, her divine lips silencing the unicorn's gasp. Twilight felt heat spreading through her body at the contact - she could scarcely believe this was happening, but felt such joy and happiness. She expressed her longing by inching forward, pressing her muzzle against Celestia's, hungry and yearning for more. Twilight opened her mouth slightly, feeling the sun monarch do the same, and whimpered with pleasure as she felt the broad, strong tongue invade her muzzle. So warm and soft. She felt it dance and play, caressing her and teasing, prompting the purple mare to respond and repay the favor.

Twilight started moving her own tongue, shyly at first, tasting and probing Celestia's, tasting her and then moving inside the royal mouth. As the minutes slowly passed, the purple mare began acting more decisively, confidence blossoming inside her as she toyed with her ruler's strong muscle. Then, they both wrestled and played, swirling around and uttering soft, stifled moans into each other's muzzles.

After what felt like hours, the mares finally slowed down, letting their tongues say a passionate farewell. At long last, the lovers stopped and parted their muzzles. Both mares stared at each other with lustful eyes, panting, and feeling their hearts beat without abandon. They sat quietly, both of them, unable, or perhaps unwilling to break this serene moment. Finally, the alabaster monarch spoke.

"Good morning, my love," she said, breaking the spell of silence and moving her lips into a loving smile. She pulled the unicorn in, moving Twilight once again into a tight embrace. She caressed the purple coat and slowly stroked the unicorn's mane, placing kisses on her student's head. Celestia listened for the purple mare's heartbeats, the lavender unicorn's breaths quickening as the sun monarch pressed her snugly to her warm, alabaster coat.

"H-hello, princess," Twilight hummed happily, wishing for this moment of peace and serenity never to end. The princess stirred, releasing the purple unicorn and laying down on the soft bed. The lilac mare could only stare; Celestia's divine flanks, so perfectly toned, waiting to be caressed; her lustrous, alabaster coat, shining slightly in the morning sun; her billowing, ethereal mane - it was all there, just waiting to be experienced, touched and tasted.

With an uneasy whimper, feeling arousal sneaking into her mind, Twilight moved towards the sun regent and after a moment of consideration, descended towards her flank. She saw the cutie mark, the perfect sun, shining brightly - the undimming symbol of hope and life. The lithe unicorn wondered how would it taste. Feeling a pair of anxious eyes on the back of her neck, Twilight started nipping on the royal flank. She could feel Celestia gasp and tense a little with each tease, sometimes even uttering a stifled moan.

Feeling a bit of determination and courage pool inside her, Twilight moved the royal leg out of the way. Two shapely teats, each crowned with a white, perky nipple, weaved with each of the sun goddess' breaths. Below, nestling in the forbidden valley, lay two immaculate, white lips, already swelling in arousal, parting slightly, almost like an invitation. From in between the two, shyly, out poked the inner petals of Celestia's flower, covered in liquid arousal that glistened in the morning sun. Twilight whimpered softly, unable to keep her composure.

Deciding to postpone the main course and the most pleasurable experience, Twilight sat in between Celestia's thighs, descending her muzzle to pay attention to the royal teats first. From up close the purple mare took a better look at them, slowly touching one with her hoof and marveling at how the princess tensed up and sighed in response. Teasing, Twilight moved both her hooves, slowly kneading the pristine white flesh, eliciting even more silent gasps and coos from Celestia. Twilight stuck out her tongue and gave one of the alabaster nipples a quick lick, making her princess squeak it excitement, unprepared for such ministrations.

Nipping and caressing both teats, Twilight watched her mentor closely, looking at the way she responded to various stimuli. She prodded and teased, finally coming up to one quivering nipple, standing at attention and shaking slightly with each hasty breath her majesty took. Twilight took it between her lips, rolling it and pulling on it, giving it a slight touch with her tongue - it seemed that Celestia loved this, as her loud moans now filled the chamber. Finally deciding to get a taste, Twilight suckled, hard, making the princess tense and whimper. Nothing came out though, prompting the purple mare to pull on the nipple once more, impatiently, before releasing it from her muzzle.

"Um... Do alicorns... Lactate...?" With a blush painted on her face, Twilight asked. Slow pants came in the answer, as her mentor stirred and moved up to look her student in the eye. The purple mare noticed that her majesty's mane was disheveled and billowing in all kinds of directions. She had never seen her teacher in such state, and the knowledge, that it was her who caused it, made the purple unicorn's cheeks redden even more.

"We do, though it is not something that happens very often, my love," spoke the crimson-cheeked Celesta. Twilight gaze dropped, her smile wavering for a moment, pretending to pout at these news. Catching this hint of disappointment, the sun monarch smiled. "Could it be that you wish to drink the ambrosia of a goddess?" Celestia spoke, making the purple mare tense up in embarrassment. Her princess suddenly seemed incredibly imposing, Twilight almost suffocated under the relentless, unyielding gaze. Then, as silver bells of the sun monarch's giggle chimed, the spell broke.

"There are spells that hasten the process, and even bring it about," Celestia spoke slyly, glimpsing at her student's face with mischief in her gaze. "Although it stands to reason, that compensation would be required, should I attempt to perform such magic, my beloved."

"Anything for you, princess," Twilight uttered, before even thinking. Celestia giggled once more and set her horn ablaze, sending out a tendril of magic towards both her own and the purple mare's teats, surrounding them in an aura of golden light. Twilight hissed sharply, feeling the magic make it's way inside her, caressing her and prompting the mare to utter a small moan of pleasure. As the arcane threads dissipated into the air, she could feel warmth spreading through her teats.

"Princess..." whispered Twilight, nuzzling Celestia's own supple mounds. They seemed larger, the purple unicorn noticed, slowly becoming aware of her own nethers, feeling a her mind demand satisfaction and pleasure with increasing force. Hazy images of the court visit slowly moved before Twilight's eyes, as the naughty thoughts brought back the memories. The lithe mare blushed, nibbling on a white teat hesitantly. "Did we really... In front of everypony?" The purple mare whispered, feeling her cheeks redden. "I-I mean... Is it alright for... Us... With you, being the princess, and me..."

"Twilight, my love," Celestia spoke with a soft voice, silencing her student, and looking at the unicorn fumbling shyly around her mounds. She stroked the purple mane and, with her bare, white hoof, slowly moved Twilight's head towards the alabaster nipple. The white alicorn moaned quietly, feeling a pair of purple lips close on it - she could only watch as Twilight closed her eyes and with a happy hum, started suckling on the divine nipple. This sight brought warmth to the royal heart.

Twilight felt something come out. Sweet, almost overwhelmingly so. Silky texture, but thick - it almost felt like honey. She moaned into Celestia's teat and sucked harder, wishing for more of this substance. Twilight drank thirstily from her teacher, feeling warmth and love spread from her tummy, sending small rivulets of pleasure down her spine.

"By now, the whole Canterlot should know that her royal highness, princess Celestia, had taken a consort," the white alicorn spoke in between soft coos and moans. "I have lived for a long, long time, my beloved student. Throughout the ages I have allowed many a lover into my boudoir. Some, I have courted in secret, away from the public's eye, some I took in broad daylight, wishing them to be seen and celebrated," said Celestia, smiling lovingly at the mare attending to a royal nipple. She felt her heart soar as two purple eyes turned to looked at her with a puzzled expression. Twilight released the nipple from her muzzle, a trail of golden milk connecting them for a moment, before breaking and staining the white coat.

"There is something I don't understand, princess. There are no records of you... And other ponies," Twilight forced herself to say, looking guiltily away. "There should be at least a passing mention, or a chronicle... Especially since you just said that... You... With them... In public," said the blushing mare.

"It has been almost a thousand years since I have taken a mate, my dearest," the princess spoke, as a sullen expression entered her visage. She turned her head, looking to the blue sky as sadness appeared on her face. "Suffice to say, that some things... Have been erased from history," she spoke and, after long silence, added, "especially during that time."

"Princess...?" Twilight said, troubled by the melancholy brought about by her questions. "Is everything alright?"

"Of course. Yes, everything is good," Celestia said, letting her expression brighten, but not enough to fool her inquisitive student. "There is no need to worry, my love."

Twilight propped herself up on her hooves and moved closer to her teacher, laying on her belly to belly so that the two mares looked directly into each other's eyes. Twilight looked at Celestia with concern. "Princess... Please, you can tell me. I-I know something is wrong. I can see it in your eyes," the purple mare spoke, touching the sun monarch's cheek with her hoof. "I'm here... For you. You can tell me everything," she added. A minute passed in silence. Celestia sighed solemnly, nuzzling the purple hoof, as if seeking strength from her student's touch.

"I will. I promise you that I will tell you everything. But not today. There is much darkness hidden in the past, my love. Wounds and scars that have never quite healed," the princess spoke, a tear making its way down her alabaster cheek. It was quickly kissed away by Twilight, who promptly pulled her mentor into a tight embrace. "I do not wish for this joyous day to be spoiled by an ancient mare, telling her old stories of times that should have been long forgotten," spoke Celestia, her words promptly silenced by a kiss. It was sweet and bitter at the same time. Tears of days long gone intermingled with the golden milk that tasted of what the present offers. Slowly, her royal highness felt herself relax and let go of old nightmares, only to be lots in the haze of overwhelming here and now. Celestia smiled, this time putting her heart to it.

"I believe my other teat is still waiting to be attended to, my beloved student," the alabaster mare spoke, her tears now dry, and new found joy budding in her heart. She felt a playful lick grace her nose, after which Twilight returned to her original position, nestled between the royal thighs. After stealing one more glimpse of her mentor's beauty, the purple mare took another nipple in her mouth, and hungrily started suckling once again, eager to taste more of the goddess' milk.

Celestia sighed happily as she felt Twilight knead her mounds with her nimble hooves, pressing firmly and tracing small circles. Feeling one hoof descent even lower, the princess could not help but to utter a pleasurable moan. Although busy with drinking every last drop of her teacher's nectar, Twilight started to play with Celestia's inner folds, now moist and swollen, awaiting pleasure and eager to be abused. She moved her hoof back and forth, slowly at first, gauging the sun monarch's reactions to this light teasing.

Wishing to elicit a proper response, Twilight bit down on the nipple and brushed against an alabaster clitoris. Celestia gasped loudly and cooed, lovingly stroking the purple mane with her hoof. The lilac mare responded with increasing her pace, making the sun monarch arch her back with pleasure.

"My dearest, most faithful student," spoke the soft voice in between gasps and coos. Celestia swallowed, panting and staring wide eyed at the ceiling. She whimpered and said, "why don't you take this- Oh!" The sun princess shut her eyes and moaned, her hooves pushing Twilight's beautiful head downwards. "This... Opportunity, to get yourself better- Nnngh!" Biting her lower lip, Celestia whimpered, now pushing her unrelenting student with a bit more force, begging her to give the royal garden a proper tending. "B-better acquainted with the royal treasury?" She finally finished, daring to glimpse at her student. Twilight's bright, smart eyes looked right back as a mischievous smirk appeared on Twilight's soft lips - she pulled on the alabaster nipple once more, then released it and left it to quiver silently, spilling some of the golden, royal milk.

Twilight moved slowly, marking her way with soft kisses and nips, heading down, toward's Celestia's love. She looked at the pair of white lips, now swollen and covered in sheen of lust and anticipation, glistening as they welcomed, no - begged, the purple mare to enter.

Whimpering at the sight, Twilight buried her muzzle inside her princess, licking and kissing, touching and tasting - wishing to experience her in fullest. Slight shivers and moans were not the only response the purple pony received - her royal highness was positively leaking, her sweet, liquid arousal making Twilight's thoughts hazy and sending her head spinning. Lost in this strange realm of fulfillment, hearing Celestia moan her own name, Twilight could only think about satisfying her lover.

Screams of passion filled the royal bedroom as Celestia tensed up and forcefully shoved her beloved student's muzzle deep inside herself. Feeling the little, inquisitive tongue do it's best, caressing and pleasuring her to the full extent of Twilight's abilities, the sun princess reached her summit, closing her eyes shut, stretching out her majestic wings and uttering one last, throaty moan of passion.

Outside, the sun blazed in all it's glory, burning with vigor and passion. The sky was without a cloud, clear and vibrant all over the pony lands. As the princess gasped for breath, cooling down and coming down from her peak, the glowing orb settled down its flames, returning to provide Equestria with its gentle, warm embrace.

"Princess...?" A quiet, unsure voice penetrated the soft cotton that filled Celestia's mind in the afterglow. The princess smiled, and sitting up on the plush bed, silenced her student with a peck on her lips.

"Hush, my love," she spoke, igniting her horn to surround her student with a golden aura. Twilight yelped with surprise as she flew up in the air and turned upside down so that her rump faced upwards, giving the princess a view of her student's needing treasures.

"S-sorry for bringing this up again... B-but.. A-aren't you worried about the public's reaction? You have always been... Like the sun - shining brightly, but also... Out of reach. Distant. And now it's... It's almost like you are a regular pony," spoke Twilight, feeling strangely confident after giving her princess an orgasm. There was only so much decorum and pathos she could bring herself to express with the memories of Celestia's moist passage still swirling in her head.

"My love... I am both the sun that is a pony and a pony that is sun. Sometimes I wander from one to the other, slowly changing through the ages, traversing thought the spectra," Celestia mused, placing kisses on her student's sweaty coat. "I have seen Equestria shift and change, morphing and evolving, always striving to become better." Celestia wrapped her hooves tightly around Twilight's midsection with a smile, catching both her student's hind legs in her embrace, which allowed her an easy access to the two large, lovely mounds filled with milk, and the moist, twitching flower. "There had always been one truth that remained unchanged," Celestia spoke as she cut her magic off, holding the unicorn upside down by her barrel and legs squished together, and making Twilight bury her face in the royal sheets.

"Throughout the ages, the ponies always stood as a reflection of their ruler, letting her heart and mind subconsciously sculpt the society as we know it. When my heart grew cold, so did my subjects', bringing animosity and turmoil to the masses," she spoke softly, giving her student's mind a history lesson as she gave her rose a wet kiss. Celestia ignited her horn, and surrounding her student's tail with golden magic, she tugged on it sharply.

"Nnngh," Twilight squeaked softly, trying to muffle her voice with the royal bed - that wonderful, wonderful pain was somehow interpreted as pleasure by her pained, aroused mind. "P-princess," she panted, trying to formulate her thoughts as well as enjoy the royal ministrations.

"When my mind grew clear, inquisitive and curious, the golden age of great sages and thinkers dawned, bringing Equestria into a time introspective thought, allowing philosophy to take its roots," explained Celestia, "And now, we stand at the precipice of social revolution once more," spoke the monarch, getting distracted by Twilight's full, shapely teats that jiggled softly with each ragged breath she took; it didn't take the sun princess long to lose her train of thought and latch onto a purple nipple to begin drinking milk thirstily from her student. With a smirk forming on the white lips abusing the sensitive bit of flesh, Celestia lit her horn once more, levitating over a small, stubby, lavender object from the nightstand. She moved it by the purple mare's eager love, bringing the tip towards the flower and dragging it along the moist opening.

A short gasp, followed by a stifled moan left the quivering mare's muzzle. Twilight berated herself for forgetting about her precious horn; it was now teasing her own, twitching rose. She let out a whimper, trying her best to move up and exert some more pleasure. The feeling on her horn left her gasping for breath; so much like the last time Celestia teased her, she felt the soft flesh brush up against its rough surface, making Twilight moan and squirm in the monarch's embrace.

Only this time, this was her own twitching flower assaulted by the horn, parting her delicate folds and slowly entering her moist cave. Twilight screamed into the royal sheets as two voices battled inside her head; one silently urging the princess to move, to stroke her horn up and down, to push it inside the trembling unicorn and start riding her like a stallion would a mare; the other, pleaded Celestia to go slowly, making Twilight's inner walls contract and hold the purple intruder in place, wishing to keep it in, warm and snug, filling her with this wonderful sensation.

As the horn started slowly moving up and down, Twilight let out another muffled scream. She was experiencing both worlds of pleasure; her mind was torn and split, feeling her soft, moist flesh coat her own horn in excitement, squeezing it lovingly and begging Celestia to go faster. She thrust her hips up and down and moved her head in opposite direction, instinctively trying to hasten the motions. And there was still the issue of the sun monarch drinking from her abused teats, switching a nipple from time to time, pulling on it and biting lovingly, making Twilight's screams even louder.

All pretense of gentleness was now gone - the purple mare wanted only herself, her own horn, riding her as fast and hard as it possibly could. She let out a throaty moan, feeling it disappear deep inside her, her own love tunnel twitching against it to hold it in place, sending shivers up her spine. Another scream - it was now almost out, only the tip remaining inside the shivering mare as its pearly surface glistened in the morning sun. Then, her horn plunged deep inside her rose once more, pressing up her cervix and making this wonderful feeling of fullness permeate the purple mare.

Celestia giggled into the supple teat and, suckling harder on a twitching nipple, squeezed the unicorn tighter in her embrace. The sun monarch felt her student twitch and spasm as she increased the pace of the purple horn ravaging her moist cave. Reaching out with her magic, Celestia grabbed the lavender mare's tail and yanked, hard, pulling it upwards, marveling silently at how Twilight's hind legs spasmed, trying to get themselves free from the alabaster alicorn's embrace.

The sun goddess pouted as she released her student's nipple from her muzzle. It twitched slightly, as if sad that nopony was paying attention to it any more. All the milk was now gone, lapped hungrily by the monarch. As her gaze traveled upwards, she noticed another wellspring where she would satiate her thirst. But first, her lecture had to continue.

"And now, my precious student, as desire and love fill my heart," Celestia panted as she spoke, "Equestria will respond once again; passion shall envelope my little ponies as they spread around joy and happiness. Society will reshape itself to hold sex as one of its sacred centerpieces, embracing it openly and moving it from a taboo into a public part of everypony's life," Celestia finished, her thoughts now hazy with desire. "Perhaps I let it dwell in obscurity and dark corners of ponies' minds for too long... 'Tis time for love and passion to reemerge, to reclaim their rightful place in Equestrian society," the alabaster mare whispered, descending upon her student's love.

With the horn relentlessly riding Twilight's quivering rose, now joined by a pair of hungry royal lips along with one strong, rough muscle, the lilac unicorn was getting louder as she neared the sacred release. The sun princess showed no sign of teasing this time, perhaps unwilling to subject her student to any more lovely suffering. Twilight yelped as her teacher lightly bit on her love button, her voice now transforming into a continuous stream of moans and screams - the summit of her pleasure was now only a few licks away.

Celestia suckled, abusing the tiny bit of flesh and smiled as the purple mare spasmed in her hooves. Allowing her student a gentle stroll down the slopes of mount release, she kissed lightly on the quivering folds, taking note of slight whimpers and moans leaving the muzzle of the exhausted mare.

The purple mist covered the world with it's lazy swirls once again. Serenity and peace filled her mind as she observed the door to the royal bedroom open slightly. There she was, the purple mare coming down from her peak. Celesta held her in a tight embrace, her thoughts and feelings surrounding both lovers with motes of golden light and luminous lines, like a silken web, entangling them and holding their hearts close.

Something else was happening, drawing her attention away from the lovers. A mare in a maid's outfit walked in backwards through the door, pulling in a trolley with a bucket, mops and various other cleaning implements. The world spun, the mists billowed and parted, allowing her into this curious place.

She saw the princess giggle; herself, look at the unfortunate maid with wide eyes; the mare notice, smell and comprehend what situation she interrupted.

And then she saw the maid.

The embarrassed mare lay bare before her eyes, threads of light surrounding her frame. She vaguely registered the maid utter a stream of apologies. That was of no importance - there was a disturbance in the kaleidoscopic lattice around her. She heard herself order the maid to stop her rushed retreat. She needed to investigate. A puzzled expression painted itself on Celestia's visage.

Touching the disturbance, a vision filled her view - the maid was now with a stallion. Both of them in throes of passion, making amorous advances towards one another, loving and caring for each other, providing comfort and a sense of belonging. Yet, something was amiss. She realized what, as the vision dissipated into billowing, purple fog.

She heard her own voice - she was speaking to the frightened maid.

"He will not admit it, but he doesn't like it... He wishes for your heart, he longs for it, and yet you are so hesitant to give it freely, stifling your own desire to be together, to know his love," the ethereal, soft voice rang through the bedroom, "When you use him only as a stress relief, he feels hurt. He loves you. Deeply. Let him take care of you, in more ways than just this one. Don't be afraid," whispered Twilight Sparkle, her eyes glowing softly with inner light, her tones dreamy and almost unreal, balancing on the edge of reality.

"Everything is going to be alright."

And then it was dark again.

Author's Note

Can you guess what do I have in store for our favorite, kinky student?

Bubbles

"Tell me of the vision, my love," a soft voice spoke from afar, bringing Twilight's roaming mind back towards reality. Swirls of the purple mist slowly faded, revealing Celestia's curious smile, beaming at the purple mare like the sun itself. A pair of bare, alabaster hooves wrapped around her neck, the sensation of the soft touch making more of the billowing fog dissipate into nothingness. "Focus. Breathe, do not permit yourself to venture too far," the sun goddess' silky voice warned.

Seeking inner peace, desperate to follow the voice's advice, Twilight moved through the vast clouds of unknown, marveling at the inner light shining from within, but also frightened at the prospect of getting herself lost in the vast sea of lavender smoke. Focusing at the soft voice, a beacon amidst the fog, she found her way towards consciousness.

Twilight gasped as she opened her eyes - the morning sun shone brightly, blinding her slightly and illuminating the white bedroom with its gentle rays. Motes of dusk sparkled in the air as if enchanted, filling the chamber with an eerie atmosphere of absence - it felt as if something was missing, hiding close, just on the edge of consciousness, yet far out of reach. Like a dream that was quickly forgotten when one's slumber came to an abrupt end - lingering on the fringes of the mind, almost taunting with its elusiveness.

The purple mare gazed upon her teacher, feeling her heart beat faster.

"I saw..." the words came into her mind, but Twilight could not arrange them into a coherent sentence. The thoughts and memories she tried to convey using a language she came to rely throughout her life seemed to escape from the normal conventions and patters of understanding. Twilight found herself in a need of a more expressive power, words and sentences that did not and could not exist in pony tongue - its shortcomings now glaring and painfully obvious to the lost, purple mare.

As Twilight struggled to find meaning in the arcane corners of her mind, a moment of serenity and peace lingered, almost unnoticed.

And then, the music came. Soft as velvet, dulcet and peaceful, flowing, and moving through the air as if it was a physical thing. The notes rang and danced, played, almost as if they were alive, possessing form and shape. Twilight stared, mesmerized and lost in the vast ocean of meanings that the tones conveyed. Celestia sang with her eyes closed, holding the purple mare close to her heart.

There were no words, no sentences and no rhymes - the song brought only understanding, ideas and knowledge. Raw, unrefined thoughts billowed in the air, almost tangible, leaving Twilight with a wish to extend her hoof and touch them, hold them close even for one fleeting moment. Colors swirled - senses, that she had no idea existed, woke up from their slumber, offering the purple mare an innate understanding of the ethereal song.

It spoke of a sun, strung high above the land, and a moon, in whose company the shining orb traveled through the sky. They spent their time singing and playing as they moved through the vast reaches of azure. Twilight sensed love between the two. A deeper, almost physical connection, a feeling she could not fully comprehend with her mind bound the two in their eternal journeys.

The sun and the moon continued their pilgrimage, until one day, they stumbled upon a peculiar sight.

Playing and frolicking in the green grass, there were small, equine creatures - ponies. They were without a worry, content with their ways, beaming with happiness and joy. They lived their small lives, passing the spirit from one generation to the next. The sun grew curious, enthralled by these marvelous beings - she watched them together with the moon whenever she had a chance.

As they moved and circled the sky, day by day and night by night, the sun and moon grew attached to the little ponies, looking forwards to seeing them each time they passed close by. They whispered and gossiped about the curious creatures, their little highs and lows, inconsequential troubles and moments of joy soon becoming the sole topic of conversation between the sisters. They, both of them, found longing in their hearts, wishing only to come down from the sky and join the ponies in their play.

And so they did.

The song lingered in the air for one more fleeting moment after Celestia ceased her tale. Silence grew, as the lovers looked upon one another, one with curiosity and hope, the other with adoration and tears of happiness glistening in her eyes. Time passed in stillness, as they stood wanting words with which to express themselves. The student sniffed, drying her eyes.

"I... Thank you, princess. Thank you," Twilight whispered, managing to coax her mind into motion after the overwhelming experience. Celestia smiled warmly and kissed her on the forehead.

"You have understood my song," she spoke, lowering herself to Twilight's level and kissing her student on the lips. Twilight pushed slightly against the alabaster muzzle, but she was too late, caught unprepared as her mind still drifted. The sun monarch escaped the kiss and smiled once again, caressing her student's cheek with her white hoof.

"No mortal can hear the music of the gods, my love," came Celestia's words - instead of providing understanding and clarity, they posed even more questions, swarming Twilight with a thunderstorm of stray thoughts.

"And yet, you did hear," the princess spoke and looked upon her lover with longing, such pride and joy in her eyes. Even though she saw the plight riddling her student's mind and wished for nothing more than a chance to comfort her, Celestia knew that it was something Twilight needed to understand on her own. She placed one more kiss upon the purple lips.

"I will get the bath ready. Come, join me when you reach understanding," Celestia whispered, raising slowly from the royal bed and, with a slight motion of her majestic wings, gracefully floating onto the marble floor. She cast one more gaze towards her befuddled student and made her way towards the royal baths.

The spacious bathroom was illuminated by the morning sun that shone in through stained glass windows. They depicted ponies near water, enjoying themselves, grooming their sparkling manes and lustrous coats with care - the multitude of color painting the whole bath chamber with violets, pinks, greens and blues. In the center of the room lay a large indentation in the marble floor with a few brass faucets springing from its edge. Copper pipes connected to the bath taps and crawled along the floor only to disappear in one of the walls.

Celestia turned a metal valve with her magic and waited for a few moments before a steaming stream of water started pouring into the pool. The installation rumbled and shook, the ancient mechanisms hidden in the bellows of the Castle were springing to life, heating and pumping the water through a vast network of hidden pipes.

From a shelf near the marble wall the sun goddess levitated over a few pink bottles. As they floated near, she emptied them into the billowy, raising water. Walking over to the edge of the royal bath, now steadily filling with pink bubbles and sunflower aroma, she bent over and tested the water with her alabaster hoof.

Perfect, as always.

Smiling contently, Celestia let out a happy sigh and slowly walked into the pool, letting her white coat dampen. Her regal mane and otherworldly tail soaked up the water, deflating and sticking to her sides. The princess tensed up as her sensitive underside brushed initially against the hot water, only to relax o moment later, letting the water caress her gently. After she made her way over to the deep corner, Celestia lay down under the water, now submerged almost up to her head. With a hum, she turned off the valve to stop the pool from overflowing - it seemed to be full now, bubbling and ready for a certain purple unicorn.

Slowly, Celestia felt her body relax in the hot water as the warmth spread through her flesh, making the princess coo in pleasure. After a while, her ear twitched slightly, prompted by a new sound. The sun monarch slowly opened her eyes, humming happily at the sight of a purple mare shyly entering the baths.

"Come, my love, the water is wonderful," she spoke, her soft tones coaxing Twilight into joining the princess. The purple mare seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, though - after a while of staring blankly into space, she blinked and promptly made her way to the pool. After trying the water with her lavender hoof, she slowly got in, letting out a happy sigh. Twilight eyed her teacher and submerged herself entirely under the bubbly surface of the pool, letting her coat, mane and tail soak up water. After a moment or two, she emerged from the sea of bubbles - Celestia heard a soft hum of relaxation escape her student's muzzle. There was no need to rush now. Twilight needed time and comfort to process the information she had been given, and the alabaster monarch intended to provide her with just that.

Moving like an alligator that just spotted its prey, only the eyes and the top of her head over the surface, Celestia made her way towards Twilight. When she got close, the teacher exchanged a meaningful gaze with her student after which she placed a small kiss on a damp, purple forehead. Cooing happily, Celestia began slowly brushing her hooves against the purple coat. Bubbles formed and popped as Twilight sighed contently, dozing off under her princess' careful ministrations. Celestia washed her student's mane and tail, humming softly and taking her time with deliberation, playing with the dark violet hair and placing small kisses here and there. Soaped up and bubbly, Twilight finally spoke.

"I... am no longer... a mortal," sounded her voice, wavering and unsure, almost as if uncertain about Celestia's approval. Two large, lavender eyes, filled with fear and desire for understanding, turned to the sun monarch.

"This truth is self evident, my love," answered Celestia, smiling lovingly at the purple pony. Twilight opened her mouth again, almost loosing her composure and giving in to the anxiety. She was about to assault her teacher with a volley of redundant questions - she could easily tell that Celestia knew what thoughts plagued her mind, though. Taking in a deep breath, the purple mare calmed herself and simply waited.

"Not so long ago, a young, pink pegasus came to me, pleading for help. She helped two souls come together, almost instinctively and without much conscious though. Their hearts beating in unison, and yet she saw them shy and riddled with unfounded fears and uncertainties. The pegasus simply wished for them to come together, and the world headed her will. This power scared her," Celestia continued her tale, making more bubbles appear as she rubbed her hooves on Twilight's soft coat.

"It soon became apparent that she embodied love itself, pure and uncorrupted, but also seemingly overwhelming and scary for the little filly. Visions of other ponies appeared before her eyes - she did sense things that no other could. Saw what lay hidden, deep within the souls of my ponies. When she felt strong affection and desire, locked away, buried within pony hearts, she helped it grow, break its bonds and blossom into love - nurturing it and tending to it like a gardener taking care of beautiful flowers."

"Some years later, a horn appeared on her forehead, confirming my lingering suspicions. An alicorn was born before my very eyes."

Twilight looked to Celestia, a train of thought already formulating inside her mind. The princess smiled, able to read her student with ease, and silenced her with a soft peck on her lips.

"Indeed, I am speaking of your foalsitter. Cadence grew attached to you and insisted quite vehemently on spending as much time as possible with a certain purple filly before I bestowed the official title upon her," Celestia mused, pouring some water on Twilight's tail, now sparkling clean.

"To satiate your curiosity, she is currently away, traveling through the far north, in the lands of eternal winter - searching for what lay hidden there," spoke the sun goddess, "But that is a tale for another time," she paused, thinking. "I believe she is accompanied by the royal guard under the command of none other than your brother."

"Shiny?" Twilight blinked, processing this new information. "So that's what this 'Secret Mission for Princess Celestia' is," she whispered to herself, bringing a hoof to her muzzle. Sitting still, enjoying being washed by her teacher, letting herself be distracted by the tales about other ponies, somewhere deep inside her mind, Twilight finally accepted a raging, unbearable thought that screamed from the depths of her soul ever since she heard the song.

"I... I am going to be an alicorn."

She blushed, feeling a pair of lips place a kiss upon her cheek.

"And from the looks of things..." Twilight bit down on her lip, her blush growing. "I'm going to be a princess of coitus," she whispered flatly, deflating and slumping into the water. Celestia kissed her once more, giggling at the silly mare with mirth.

"The Goddess of Sex sounds much more seductive, don't you think, my beloved?" The sun princess spoke slyly, nibbling on her student's ear. She moved her white hoof under the water, moment by moment getting closer to Twilight's sunken treasure. Feeling the purple mare tense up and draw quick breaths, she bit on a lavender ear as she made contact with the submerged rose.

"Mmmm... I recall leaving something in here," cooed Celestia as she sent a shimmering tendril of golden magic out from her horn. It wove around the two mares, caressing and teasing Twilight at every opportunity it had, only to finally plunge beneath the water's surface. It snaked its way down the purple coat, squeezing the two sensitive mounds as it went past them. Finally, the golden tendril arrived at the pair of plump, purple lips tended to by a monarch's hoof. It moved aside, permitting entry. Twilight moaned softly as she felt the intruder make its way inside her - the stream of arcane teased her insides, caressing her shivering walls, but also making its way farther in, searching and probing.

Twilight stifled a yelp when the tendril finally reached its target. Deep inside her love, Celestia's magic touched the purple, stubby horn that lay there dormant, happily tucked in, surrounded by the warm flesh. Twilight could only whimper as the erotic sensations crawled through her spine, making the hair on her coat stand up - it felt positively electric. This wonderful feeling of being filled coupled with the sharp impulses of a dire need brought about by slight twitches of the horn made her moan without abandon.

Twilight needed more. She had to have herself, her own horn, moving in and out of her quivering treasure, riding her like a proper stallion. The purple mare wanted only herself, her own tight passage, massaging the purple intruder and bringing bouts of pleasure to her lust-filled mind.

"Princess...! Please!" Twilight whimpered, her hips bucking on their own, yet unable to elicit any kind of fulfillment on their own. Celestia nibbled on the purple ear, thinking quietly and listening to her student's heartbeats.

"Mmm..." hummed her majesty, now turning to explore a lithe, lavender neck with a flurry of kisses. "As much as I would love to keep denying you the sweet release, there is lesson to be taught and learned here, my beloved student," Celestia whispered into the purple ear, biting on in lightly and making Twilight squeak.

"You have done more than enough to earn your horn back - but I shan't return it to you just yet. Search your mind, my dearest, and recall the visions that visited you on the edge of consciousness. Think back to my song; reach deep within yourself and grasp the spark of divine that lies slumbering in your soul. Until you are able to, until you wrestle your magic back from my grasp and seize it for yourself, you shall not know the pleasure's peak."

"Focus, my love," came another whisper followed by a warm breath and a lick to Twilight's muzzle. The purple mare whimpered softly as the raging arousal still thrashed within her like a wild animal, desperate to be released from its cage. Twilight bit her lower lip, trying to gather her thoughts amidst the kisses Celestia placed on her elegant, purple neck. The lavender mare whined impatiently, anxious to simply let go and be taken by another pony. Such things would not come to pass though.

Twilight writhed in the hot water, sending pink bubbles into the air with each splash. She whimpered impatiently, pressing herself harder against the alabaster monarch, desperate for even the faintest touch. Gasping for breath, she shut her eyes tightly, trying her best to keep focused - a tiny, minuscule thread of consciousness on a small boat thrown about by the raging ocean of her arousal and need. She held out though, eager to please her princess and knowing that this roundabout way was the only path towards the summit of her pleasure.

Purple storm clouds brewed above her, rumbling and thundering like giants throwing gargantuan boulders in an undecipherable game that colossi fashioned. The vast sea foamed and billowed, waves tall and roaring as dragons threw the tiny unicorn from one to another, catching her and passing along as a cruel entertainment. She whined and moaned, desperate to stay adrift, fighting against the currents that which each passing moment drew closer and closer to swallowing her whole.

And then as the time slowed down, she felt herself getting overwhelmed. The dark waters closed on her, spreading numbness through what remained of her consciousness. She drifted downwards, all sound and feeling muted by the liquid manifestation of arousal that swallowed her - the last remaining rays of purple light shone from up above, scattering throughout the water where the surface lay. They slowly dimmed though, about to leave Twilight in darkness.

A golden light and a silver voice came through from up above.

"I believe in you, my love."

Grasping at the remaining vestiges of her strength, Twilight moved up, desperate to breathe the air of clarity and emerge from the numbing sea of arousal.

When she broke the surface, the world was eerily calm. The raging waves stood still, frozen and ominous. The purple mist and clouds billowed lazily, inviting Twilight to take a leisurely stroll among them. Taking a deep breath, she trotted forward, the sound of her hoofs clopping against the now solid ocean echoed in this strange realm. Twilight looked around, her bright eyes searching for something, anything in the fog.

Minutes passed, then what felt like hours. She walked among the enormous, still tides and yet found nothing. The frozen sea seemed all but endless, covered in the purple mist, impenetrable and unwilling to reveal its secrets to the lavender mare. A feeling of annoyance passed by her in the fog like a silver fish swimming through a reef. Another one. Golden, slightly larder, with two long whiskers trailing behind its shining body. Curiosity. Suddenly she felt herself surrounded by a school of white creatures, dancing around her, circling her and weaving complex patterns in the mist. Understanding.

Twilight closed her eyes, exhaled and simply let herself comprehend what she already knew. It all semed easy in retrospect.

She opened her eyes, and looked up - there was her horn, parting her mane as it should. A single tendril of golden magic glimmered, wrapped around its spirals several times and then stretching out far, far away, only to disappear in the mist.

With a confident smile, Twilight followed the trail.

Sitting in the steaming water, surrounded by pink bubbles and embracing her faithful student, Celestia felt a tiny tug an her magic. Smiling to herself, she squeezed Twilight tighter and resumed placing kisses along her neck. The purple unicorn stirred and, with a soft coo escaping her lips, began moving the horn inside herself. With a blush growing on her cheeks, she whimpered, pressing her coat firmly against Celestia.

"You have done well, my love," the princess spoke, moving underwater to tease a purple teat with her hoof and giving Twilight's neck a soft nip. The sun monarch moved her muzzle up to her students ear. Twilight felt warm breaths, quickening and deepening as the Celestia whispered, "now, masturbate for me."

"Y-yes, princess," Twilight whimpered firming her magic's grasp upon the purple horn and increasing its speed. She whined softly, raising her head to allow Celestia easier access to her neck. "H-hold me, princess," she whispered, squeaking cutely.

The sun monarch wrapped both her hooves and the soaked, alabaster wings around the Twilight's lithe frame, assaulting her neck with a multitude of kisses, nips and bites. The purple mare moaned, tensing up as she rode herself with her own horn, pumping it in and out underneath the water's surface. Twilight put all of her skill to good use; the countless, lonely evenings she spent with only her books and magic as company, were usually finished with the studious mare tending to her own garden, desperate for a release after a day of hard work.

What started out as forbidden fruit, an experimentation she indulged in with a fluttering heart, then became routine and an irreplaceable part of her day. Twilight had gotten intimately familiar with her own anatomy, expertly skilled at bringing helself pleasure. And now it seemed as if somepony else was giving her a test of this very ability. Twilight felt confident she would pass.

"Aaah!" The purple mare exclaimed, trembling as her body shifted each time she thrust her horn inside. Feeling more kisses and nibbles playfully grace her jaw line, Twilight huffed as she increased the speed even more, now using her magic to reach into the water and tease her swollen teats. She kneaded them with expert care, pinching on the hard nipples and making herself voice soft, involuntary moans. With another tendril of the magenta aura, she stroked her pliable love button, making it vibrate as she squeezed it tightly.

Celestia watched with a smile on her muzzle - she was anxious to take in every minute detail of this exquisite performance. Twilight cried out as she enlarged the field surrounding her horn, the magenta aura now stretching her inner walls almost to the point of pain. Elated by this familiar sensation, Twilight let out another moan, shaking as she bent backwards, pressing herself tighter into Celestia's embrace. She was close now, the pressure inside her threatening to overflow at a moment's notice.

Twilight whined one last time as she pushed her horn as far inside as she could, spasming and uttering a stream of ear-piercing moans. Her limbs tensed as she applied another bout of vibrations to her love button with the last remaining vestiges of her magic. Then, the orgasm came upon her like an enormous wave, swallowing her whole, making all her senses scream at once, bombarding her poor mind with more sensations then it could process.

In the steaming water, surrounded by a sea of floating, pink bubbles, Twilight gasped for breath, looking at the world before her with a newfound clarity. Feeling a hoof lovingly stroke her mane, she turned to her princess and sealed the royal lips with a kiss. Smiling brightly, she caresses an alabaster cheek with her own, placing one more kiss on Celestia's muzzle for good measure.

"Did you like it, princess?"

A kiss came in the answer.

Twilight giggled, breaking away from her mentor and swimming farther out into the pool. When she reached the center, the purple mare closed her eyes and focused. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth slightly, arching her back in pleasure as she slowly pulled her horn from within her moist cave. Twilight shielded it with glimmering, magenta aura, preventing the water from touching its sensitive surface.

Her horn. It looked strangely alien, now floating before her, held up by her own magic. She could reverse Celestia's spell any time she wanted - all she needed to do was cast a simple cantrip, nothing more. Twilight smiled seductively as she slowly turned to face her teacher. Giving Celestia the bedroom eyes, she strode forward through the steaming water, parting the sea of bubbles on her way over.

"I don't think I could accept my horn in this state, princess. It's... dirty. Could you... Clean it up for me...?" Twilight spoke on borrowed confidence, her heart threatening to give up and burst out from her chest at any moment. Making such a lewd proposal still sent shivers down her spine.

"Of course, my love. I will make sure to return it to the state I found it in," spoke the sun monarch, a serious smile appearing on her features. The horn was promptly surrounded by a golden aura as the princess levitated it over. Looking right at Twilight with half-lidded eyes, she began to move her strong, royal tongue up and down the horn's pearly surface. Twilight cooed affectionately as she made her way forward, blushing at the feelings elicited by the cleaning process. The purple mare watched her teacher for a moment or two, enthralled by her beauty and grace which she summoned for even most unbecoming of activities. After making up her mind and letting out a happy giggle, Twilight joined her.

Two tongues danced and played on the horn's smooth surface. Twilight could feel each and every lick bring tingling sensation to her nethers. She was tasting her own arousal at the same time - blushing at the prospect of sharing it together with her teacher. Unwilling to give in to the pleasure so soon after the last time, she swiftly chased down Celestia's tongue with her own and locked the princess in a fiery kiss. Twilight moaned into the royal mouth, licking and exploring, wrestling with its strong occupant for domination. Unable to attain victory, Twilight finally broke the kiss and lay still in the water, panting as she looked upon her princess.

"I... I think my horn is now clean enough," Twilight's voice trembled as her purple friend ignited in a magenta aura. The horn levitated slowly onto its proper resting place and with a complex incantation making the air electric with magic, was affixed there permanently. Twilight sighed contently, prodding her horn with a hoof - seemingly happy with the result, she placed a peck upon Celestia's lips.

"I love you, princess."

Sweet Dreams, Sister

"Did you enjoy the banquet?" Celestia asked, entering her bedchambers. Candles surrounding the royal bed flickered to life on their own volition, basking the room in a warm glow and dispelling the chilly ambiance of the night. The moon hung high in the sky, nesting among the stars, its light gently flowing into the room - now scared and subdued by the plethora of tiny flames.

Twilight harrowed in shortly after Celestia, following the princess with heavy footsteps and her head drooping down - all the while thanking the sun that the simple act of walking did not require much conscious thought. Her dress rustled softly against the palace floor, shades of purple, lavender and violet meshing together clumsily without their caretaker holding up a proper pose.

"Mmm..." Twilight purred half awake - the other half of her mind already trotting on the green pastures of dreamland; meanwhile she automatically stopped before the bed. It took her a while to register where exactly did she arrive, but as soon the realization dawned, she perked up. Celestia sent a silly smirk in her student's direction as she gracefully shed a golden shoe.

To Twilight, the world regained some of its color and vibrance - she watched the goddess undress with unmasked interest in her eyes. The sun goddess. The princess. Her princess. Her lover. She felt a familiar tingling sensation at these thoughts - they were far from unpleasant but Twilight was still not entirely accustomed to them. Not so long ago, Celestia was to her like a distant statue, a marble figure, displayed upon an unreachable pedestal of composure and majesty. Something to be looked upon from afar, appreciated from distance but never touched directly or disturbed. But now, at this very moment? Things were vastly different.

Twilight felt a lazy smile appear on her lips - she couldn't help but to stare, enchanted, at the alabaster flanks swaying slightly to left and right as Celestia finished taking off all of her regalia.

"Did something catch your attention, my love?" The innocent question hung in the air, making Twilight blush and avert her gaze. How scandalous of her to stare at the royal posterior in such an uncouth manner. The hazy fog dulling her senses seemed to clear up a little when she met Celestia's warm eyes, beckoning her to come closer. Feeling her heartbeat quicken, Twilight made a step forward to answer her princess' call, but...

Celestia giggles and with one graceful motion of her wings she moves to the plush bed, floating away from Twilight, like a mischievous little mote of dust lit by the summer sun. She tempts her lover to give chase, to follow her through the fields of green, lost in the sea of flying pollen. Twilight feels warmth seeping through her; the sun, shining just for her, lights the verdant field and all the speck of white dancing around her.

Then, she is in the castle once more.

"Princess..." Twilight managed to speak as the vision left her. Celestia lay in the bed, watching her with unabashed curiosity and sipping wine from a tall glass. Her nude form was resting on the lustrous sheets like a pristine snowflake, ideal and without a blemish. The candles flickerd with enthusiasm, their soft light spilling over Celestia's immaculate, angelic body.

"Undress for me," she commanded. Twilight felt herself blush once more, suddenly very conscious of the expertly tailored dress wrapped around her lithe frame. Although it did seem a bit distracting and unnecessary at the beginning of the evening, the prospect of parting with it and leaving herself prone, exposed, made Twilight suddenly appreciate the clothing so much more.

Taking a sip from her glass, Celestia smiled regarding her student with warm, patient eyes. They gleamed with deep love, but also a certain kind of mischief Twilight learned to recognize during their nights together. She giggled as she lit her horn and with a slender tendril of lavender magic took a hold of the zipper on her back.

"Slowly..." Whispered the princess with restrained passion in her voice. Be it because of the wine, fatigue or simply her cute student stripping right before her, Celestia felt her cheeks redden. Reluctantly, the fabric slipped away to reveal Twilight's coat - all a lovely shade of lavender and a bit sweaty from the exertion at the banquet. "Have I told you how beautiful you are, Twilight?" Celestia hummed quietly after a while of silence she spent marveling at her student's allure.

"Thrice today," came the answer from the student, now looking bashfully away from her mentor. As her lips curled up in a smile, she undid one of the dress' straps and posed for Celestia with a shy come-hither look in her eyes. Moving a stray curl of her fashionably styled mane away from her rosy cheek, Twilight removed a violet shoe from her foreleg. She then took the silken sleeve in her lips, meeting Celestia's gaze once again. The princess seemed enthralled by the display - the fire in her eyes burnt brightly with anticipation. Twilight pulled, getting her hoof bare and making a show of trying to hide the exposed flesh from the monarch - after all, it was only appropriate to remain decent in the presence of royalty.

Celestia purred after gulping down the last of her wine. The glass got sent away with a shimmer of golden magic, leaving the goddess to lick her lips and shift uncomfortably on the lush sheets. Unable to restrain herself any longer, Celestia moved one of her hooves down underneath her alabaster frame.

The sun goddess let out a voiceless sigh as waves of tension began moving through her body with each sensual motion. Soon, she fell into a steady rhythm, slowly rocking back an forth with a slightest of shivers punctuating the apex of each movement. A blush of excitement spread through Celestia's cheeks and neck, faintly noticeable beneath her lustrous coat.

"Mmm..." purred Twilight as she undid the other sleeve, feeling the burning gaze of a goddess on her neck. Innocently crossing her bare forelegs against her chest, she shot her teacher a sultry smile. "I'm still mad at you for making me come during your discussion with the ambassador," she stated feeling the heat in her cheeks, fully conscious of Celestia's soft coos and light moans. Twilight wiggled her bottom to get the dress just down to her middle, where it stopped as she awaited an explanation of her princess' mischief. She felt like the teacher now, scolding a filly who once again went against the rules.

"He needed a remainder..." dreamily sighed Celestia, biting down on her bottom lip; she slowly worked her hoof, uttering small moans as she continued. "That it is unwise to waste breath on meaningless words, even more so if they happen to be fueling petty squabbles. After all, there are other matters the royalty would rather get their hooves on," giggled Celestia, panting, her pace increasing slightly.

"Politics can be so dry at times, don't you agree?" She neighed softly and spread her hind legs farther apart to allow the hoof a closer, more intimate access. With quick, raspy breaths, Celestia pressed herself firmly against the bed, applying more pressure and making a small moan as the lovely strain spread throughout her body. "I happen to remember a certain purple filly coming to the very same conclusion during the court session some time ago... She seemed positively enthralled by the idea of making politics less boring," Celestia panted out, keeping her eyes on Twilight's prone form.

"There were... Certain pressing circumstances that pushed things along. M-maybe further then they should have," Twilight whispered, feeling bashful at the reminder of her own exploits. Deciding to continue the sensual display, she got her dress down to the small of her back and pretended it could not go down any further, no matter how much she pushed. "O-oh, my. I seem to require some help," muttered Twilight, eyeing her panting teacher.

"Enough of this. One more moment and I will burst," groaned Celestia, swiftly turning onto her back and closing her eyes. With one intricate movement of her horn, the dress was gone, and Twilight felt a smack on her rump, prompting her to yelp and gingerly trot up to the bed. Regarding the sweaty, panting princess with a sly smile, she jumped onto the royal sheets and took a better look at Celestia's nude form.

"How do you want me, princess?"

Twilight waits for one agonizingly slow moment. The princess considers. Weighs her desire. She can have the little purple mare however she wants now. Twilight on the other hand simply stares, beguiled, unwilling to disturb her highness, afraid that like a pristine snowflake flying free in the wind, she would melt and fade away at the slightest of her clumsy touches. After all, there is so much flame raging inside her.

"Take me... Like a stallion would, my love," whispered Celestia, breaking the moment of serenity. She spread her hind legs, baring herself before Twilight, letting the soft candlelight play across her perfect curves. After a moment, she felt a pair of small hooves touch her chest, forcing her to take an involuntary sharp breath.

Twilight is still unsure in her ministrations, her touches are hesitant. She is overwhelmed by the pony she caresses and insecure about her own performance. Celestia opens her eyes and gives her an encouraging look. Everything seems to be better now.

Feeling the magic within her, Twilight touches the arcane with her thoughts, shaping threads of light with her will. Motes of purple energy summoned by the spell, coalesce slowly into a lavender phallic shape. She bites her lower lip as she exchanges one more look with Celestia. The princess looks positively ravenous.

Twilight lets out a cute moan as she presses one end of the summoned object against her flower. She is quite aroused already - the toy is swiftly coated in her own arousal. Moving it back and forth a few times against her lips, she finally manages to get it inside. A couple more gentle thrusts and it rests snugly within her, ready to act as a makeshift stallion.

A few ragged breaths escape Twilight as she finally lowers herself into Celestia's embrace. Feeling her length prod against Celestia's opening, she gives it one tender push. She is amazed how easily it slides in. The princess moans, holding Twilight tightly, whispering encouragements in between coos and involuntary squeaks.

Twilight feels the passion swell within her, urging to move faster and faster, promising sweet rewards at the end of this perilous road. She pays her thoughts no mind though, trying to focus fully on Celestia instead. Back and forth, she slides in and out, all the while stunned at the sight before her. Perfectly shaped legs, now spread wide and inviting her; that long, alabaster neck is trashing around, dragging the chromatic, lustrous mane along the crumpled sheets. No matter how many times she sees her princess like this, she is always overwhelmed.

Celestia moans and yells her name. Twilight almost doesn't catch it, drunk with the princess beauty, lost in the intoxicating visage before her. She thrusts faster, making the snow-white form shudder and squirm in ecstasy. Smell of sweat and passion permeates the air - it's the princess, Twilight realizes. It is that ideal, mysterious and majestic creature, now panting, prone and bare on the bed beneath one purple unicorn mare.

Beneath Twilight Sparkle. The goddess of sex. Fucking the sun deity.

"Faster," Celestia almost screams, gripping the unicorn tighter against her chest. "Twilight, please!"

She likes that - being called out to, having her name moaned out by a pony lost in her own pleasure. It satisfies her on an alien, new level, one that mystifies her in this moment. But she doesn't allow herself to think and ponder over this - there are things, important things, she must do right now; Twilight complies with Celestia's request and moves faster and faster, feeling the princess near her peak. After all the times she brought her there, to the sweet release, Twilight learned to recognize the signs. All the little details, the small muscle spasms, the way Celestia's coat feels positively electric, the little curl on her lips and more importantly, the heat. Like a sun in zenith on a long, summer day.

Twilight leans down and kisses her - she is rough and dominating as she makes one last push with her hips, letting Celestia know whose princess she is. The sun goddess moans into her mouth, unable to fight her student's tongue as she convulses underneath her, her walls pressing tightly around Twilight's length. Even though the lavender rod is not truly a part of her own body, Twilight feels every minute twitch and tingle, all the tiniest spasms and slick movements. She feels toasty warm inside her princess, like she belongs joined with her in post-coital haze, unwilling to leave her and wishing only to remain like this forever.

Celestia finally calms down and responds with her tongue, prodding playfully against Twilight's.

Their muzzles part after a while and they just stay close, embracing and looking into each other's eyes.

Twilight awoke later that night alone. The warm pony she fell asleep with was gone; for a moment she felt abandoned and incredibly cold. A shiver made its way down Twilight's back as she groaned, trying her best to asses her surroundings. The crumpled sheets, the faint, sweet scent of lovemaking lingering in the air, the candles - now extinguished, letting the darkness roam free in the royal chambers - she was still in the bedroom. Without Celestia, though.

She got up with a yawn and a sleepy whimper. Somehow finding her teacher felt like the most important thing in the world at this moment. Twilight braced herself and jumped down to the cold floor, hissing silently at the unpleasant chill. The bed beckoned her forward with its warmth and cozy sheets, but her resolve did not wane.

A slight breeze made Twilight shiver. The door to the dais stood open, letting in the icy night air. As she trotted forward, she saw her breath turn to fog, reminding her of the unpleasant cold ripping her almost to the bone. Slipping outside, she finally saw her; Celestia sat on the marble dais, the city of Canterlot sleeping peacefully beneath her. Yet the monarch's gaze was firmly set at the skies - she looked upon the silver moon with tears welling in her eyes.

Twilight felt as if she somehow intruded on the princess, stumbled upon something she wasn't supposed to see. Celestia stirred, making Twilight panic as her mind reflexively went back to its old ways of dealing with trouble. Agitation. Hysteria, wailing and sobbing alone in a corner. Then, a moment of calm clarity came as Twilight met her lover's gaze. She saw sadness - almost feeling it herself, throbbing in her own soul like a great, black thorn keeping all the joy away.

Celestia sniffed and brought a hoof to her runny nose, unable to keep a shred of composure in her sorry state. Twilight finally broke out of her shock and swiftly trotted forward to touch her princess with a reassuring hoof, to hopefully take all the woes away.

Silence reigned as both mares hugged tightly in the cold night. They stood still, listening to each other heartbeats, the stillness interrupted only by occasional sobs. After some time they parted and Celestia looked up at the shining moon once again, a sour expression still lingering on her face. Twilight scooted forward, feeling a large, feathery wing brig her close to the princess. Shielded from the cold night, she gazed upon the weeping monarch with worry and waited.

"Long, long time ago... I... had a sister," spoke Celestia, her voice wavering and broken. She felt her student offer a reassuring nuzzle and with a bit of strength returning, continued. "L-Luna. My little Luna," she said, barely able to voice her sibling's name as the words failed her. Celestia broke out in sobs once more and needed another moment to gather her wits. They stood together, out in the cold night, seeking only to comfort one another.

"We lived happily in the skies, then blissfully amongst the mortals. Peace can not last for eternity, though. As strife first appeared, our little ponies looked up to us and pleaded for help. The times changed and shifted, forcing animosity and unrest. Throughout the eons, mortals slowly came to fear the night, to shun and ignore it. They slept and they dreamed, and in their dreams they saw things. Strange and unnatural things, that slowly coalesced in their collective consciousness and plagued their waking minds. Nightmares," Celestia's features twisted into a mask of hatred for one short instant. Her head slumped down, a resigned look appearing on her face.

"Luna tried to help. She truly did. She entered the dreams and held a valiant defense against the foe. The nightmares raged and boiled under her assault, striking back viciously at my little sister. The war was long and arduous, and we had lost all but hope. When all seemed lost, she made her final stand - she fought the evil back and brought peace to out little ponies. Secured their dreams, but... In the end, she could not save herself; the nightmare... Claimed her. The price we all paid for this hollow victory was too dire to bear." The sobs shook Celestia, tears streaming down her cheeks. The only solace she found was the small, purple mare, holding her tightly and whispering encouragements.

"Luna was gone. She called herself Nightmare Moon and with that new name she sought to claim the sun for herself; she aimed to create the night eternal, the everlasting darkness where all beings would feel the torment that rends her very soul. I... Could not stand idly by during her ascent to power. All that we have created together lay in ruin, the very subjects she sacrificed herself for were dying. I had to do something. Anything..."

"You used the Elements of Harmony to banish her into the moon," Twilight finished, her soft whisper prompting Celestia to stir and nod once. She then gazed at her student, flashing her a small smile as Twilight leaned in to clear up a tear with her hoof.

"Y-yes. I see that no piece of knowledge escapes you, my love," Celestia spoke, her features lighting up a bit before a dark expression entered her visage once more. "Then you also know of the prophecy."

Twilight nodded once.

"Thousandth year... It draws near," Celestia whispered, looking to the moon's silver disc once more. Then, after a long silence, "I... Have something to confess," she continued, avoiding Twilight's gaze. A sour expression appeared on her face. "I have planned to steer you into fulfilling the prophecy. I have... Arranged it so that you would claim the Elements and with their power attempt to purge the darkness from my returning sister, but..." the sobs racked her body once more as she held Twilight close to her chest.

"But I can not risk you. I couldn't possibly risk you. As you have become so close to my heart, I can not fathom a future where you could be hurt through my own doing. I love you, I can not consciously put you in danger. Not for my sister, not for anypony."

Twilight stood there dumbstruck, barely cognizant of the sobbing princess on her shoulder. In this moment, she felt a storm of emotion rage though her. She was manipulated, betrayed. Was she not? Twilight found herself lost in her own uncertainties. She saw Celestia laugh at her, ridiculing her petty love and hopes for companionship. She caught a glimpse of this Luna, rutting the sun princess in place of Twilight, commenting on her poor performance. Then, there was a purple mare, lonely and discarded, like a piece of trash on a sidewalk, unloved and unwanted, alone for eternity.

No. Some part of her rebelled against these visions. Celestia is not perfect. She is fallible, like any other pony. Sometimes weak and full of character flaws, drunk with power she has over the average pony and uncaring about the mortal affairs. She is a goddess. Living eternally, given strength beyond measure - but also responsibility - to wield all that power for the good of all, to protect and guide her subjects. To be perfect. To stand alone as a shining beacon of hope and courage. Was it wrong that the cracks would show under a strain too great even for her to bear?

Somewhere on the marble dais, under the full moon and in between the sobs, came the tearful words, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I..."

"Shh, its alright. I forgive you, princess."

Author's Note

Well, here goes my affair with writing in present tense. I hope it does not detract too much - I find it really interesting how easy (at least that's how it sounds for me) it is to invoke a certain eerie atmosphere when writing in present.

I originally planned some Nightmare Moon in this chapter, but I feel like the Indiscretions went on a bit too long without updates. Maybe in the next one?

Also, I drew me an avatar. Turns out lineart is hard, who knew. If you catch any mistakes, let me know! All constructive criticism is appreciated!

Temptress

"Are you certain, my love?"

Celestia stood upon a sunlit dais overlooking all of Canterlot. The warm sun shone brightly, coating the busy city and white marble under her hooves with its radiant splendor. A slight breeze ruffled a few feathers on the monarch's outstretched wings as she craned her neck towards the purple mare sitting by her side.

"Yes. I have no intention of letting you go through this alone, you know. I... want to be there for you," Twilight Sparkle spoke, reassuring her mentor with a touch of a hoof.

Taking in a deep breath, Celestia closed her eyes. One of her wings twitched nervously as she shuffled her hooves, almost betraying to the world the inner turmoil wrecking her nerves. But then she took a deep, calming breath and spoke with regained composure.

"I would not forgive myself if something happened to you while traversing the outer realms with me," she declared, casting her gaze somewhere to the skies. Hesitant, her mind torn asunder by her pupil's request, Celestia stood up to look over the city.

Comfort finally came to soothe the troubled monarch as a warm pair of hooves entangling themselves with her legs. She saw two pleading eyes, sparkling in the sunlight with such hope and desire to be of any help necessary. How could she refuse? Celestia bent down towards Twilight and placed a kiss on the unicorn's forehead, steeling herself for the magical journey they were about to begin in a few minutes.

"Very well then," she whispered with a sigh as she cleared a stray curl of Twilight's mane away from her beautiful face. Smiling, and after an all too short moment they spent gazing into each other's eyes, both mares moved towards the center of the marble platform.

Celestia shot one more worried glance towards Twilight as she prepared to weave the ancient magic. Igniting her horn to shine and glimmer like the sun above them, she called down strands of golden energy to twist and shape into the spell's form. Pouring out raw power and and acting as an architect of the complex incantation at the same time, she slowly built a magnificent arcane cage of gleaming gold.

Inside, standing close to her teacher, Twilight was without breath, enchanted by the rare opportunity to see her princess perform magic. Celestia's usual spells, cantrips she performed everyday, were quick as lightning, incredibly efficient and entirely too easy to miss. A spell that a normal unicorn would spend minutes on, the sun goddess simply willed to existence in an instant. As soon as it manifested, the magic was gone again, almost as if it was never there - blink and you'll miss it.

Even Twilight, despite her familiarity with the princess, had trouble with following Celestia's daily displays of magic - to the uninitiated and unaccustomed to Her Royal Highness, the expertise with which she wielded arcane must have seemed divine. It was as if she did not wield the mundane magic at all; as if instead of joining ranks with the mortal mages, Celestia had access to a more intricate, whimsical and otherworldly instrument with which she performed her craft.

Twilight knew better than that, though. And now, as she stared with wide eyes at the spell, built slowly and with deliberation, she could appreciate all of Celestia's mastery even more. The princess was careful to show each and every single detail of her work, her gaze flickering towards Twilight once in a while to see whether the other mare was still following. They stood like that for a long while, one weaving the spell and the other lost in its divine beauty.

As the incantation neared its completion, Twilight whispered to herself, still stunned at the magnificent complexity of the arcane construct around them.

"I need to give the princess a proper thank you later."

And then, as the golden sun shone brightly above all of Canterlot, they were no more.

Darkness.

And then... the sun, rising slowly and banishing the blackness around her.

Twilight groaned and with a blink, her vision came to focus. She saw Celestia smile slyly and then dart forward immediately. By some miracle, she found the will to react and meet her mentor's lips halfway. Feeling the familiar hunger ignite within her, Twilight instinctively pushed, propping herself up as the princess pulled away, to chase her prey and extract every little ounce of pleasure from the kiss. Celestia proved too devious though, and in her wickedness, simply stood up leaving the flustered unicorn to try balancing on her hind legs.

With a disappointed whinny, Twilight let go and plopped down on all four. Then it hit her - there was no floor to stand upon.

The stars shone above and below, filling the darkness with an eerie ambiance. Scraps of the day sky floated here and there, spilling into the void with their soft shades of blue dispelling the ominous blackness.

She was in the heavens above.

It felt overwhelming and wonderful and mysterious yet frightening and joyous and-

"I could not help but notice your arousal, my love," Celestia spoke as she sneaked up to Twilight from seemingly no direction at all. "If that is how you react to seeing me weave more complex magic, I ought to start teaching you more," she whispered into Twilight's ear, giving it a soft nibble, unable to contain a slight quiver in her voice.

"I... Um... I'd love to," was all that the poor Twilight managed to say before the blush claimed her cheeks.

Celestia tried to giggle nonchalantly, but soon the cheerful demeanor soon broke and worry begin to well up within her. Twilight looked up to her princess and noticing a hint of distress, pulled the monarch into a tight hug. She felt Celestia stiffen for a moment and relax soon after, lulled into comfort and security brought by her lover's proximity.

"It's alright," Twilight whispered, "I'm here for you." They stayed embracing each other, drinking the warmth and peace from the contact. When time came for them to part, Celestia was smiling once more.

"You don't have to do it alone this time, princess."

They walked together, side by side in this strange, alien place. Celestia led her little protégé with caution and wariness that slowly heightened as the stars around them flickered and, one by one, died out. The eerie light went away aswell, coating both mares in utter blackness, pierced only by the inner radiance of the sun goddess' snow white coat.

The shadows darted around them trying to clutch the mares in their cold embrace but never once did they lay their silky black tendrils upon Celestia. She shone in the dark, a beacon untouched by the evil and a safe harbor for the little mare trying her best not to worry her guide with her distress.

"Stay close, my love," the princess whispered, careful not to draw her gaze away from the boiling blackness.

Twilight shivered scooting ever closer to Celestia as they continued their journey through the shade. It was cold, almost viciously so, and as they neared the epicenter of the raging tempest, the chill grew ever so dire. Biting wind without wind, the crushing cold without cold - the elements swirled around them, prowling at a safe distance as a predator would when stalking its prey.

They arrived where the maelstrom of darkness was harshest. Twilight tried to keep the windswept mane out of her eyes as she sought warmth and protection from Celestia, clinging to her side like a drowning mare to a floating piece of wood. She shut her eyes, trying to drown out her senses and ignore the compulsion to run away and hide.

Then, a regal voice pierced the raging blackness and shone like a lightning within a storm. "Nightmare Moon," spoke Celestia, her gaze set firmly in the shadows before her. "Cease this meaningless display," she spoke firmly, unshaken by the vortex of shade and grave cold.

A laughter, darker then a blackest of nights and more vicious than a dragon's roar surrounded them like a cold, wet blanket. The air stood still and the storm dissipated, the unbearable chill more pronounced now then ever before.

"Sister..." a voice of a snake sounded in the dark. "What pleasure brings thee to our parlour...?" Words, cutting like swords, came from the emptiness, only to be followed by an primal growl of a carnivore about to indulge in pony flesh.

"Show yourself at once-" Celestia began.

In a blink of an eye a black mare sprung forth from the chill, speeding towards the princess with murder in her gaze. Her coat was darker than the darkest blackness that surrounded them, making the atramentous world pale and milky in comparison to Nightmare Moon's glorious coloration.

She sped forward, almost blurring as she run with an imaginable swiftness, uttering a primal howl as she aimed towards her sister.

The dark mare bared her fangs, white and blinding against the black, her eyes set on Celestia's bare neck.

One more moment and she would rip Celestia's throat out-

Something silver shone in the darkness; a glistening metal collar around the black mare's neck with a long, long chain disappearing somewhere in the inky nothingness - it stretched and tightened and pulled Nightmare Moon back with an ungodly force, her dire jaws viciously biting naught but air. The black mare struggled against the restraints that held her firmly in humiliation. She raged for a moment only to jump backwards and growl at Celestia some more.

"Sister, please," the sun princess' voice broke as a tear stained her alabaster cheek. "Why must you fight me so? I wish only to have you back with me, Lu-"

"ENOUGH!" A growling shout was almost painful to withstand; Twilight winced, clutching Celestia's foreleg as she stared at Nightmare Moon with wide eyes and shaking hooves.

"Hate, hate hate! There is naught but hate for thee in our heart, sister," the black mare spat, looking over her sibling with disgust. "We yearn for the night whence we shall see thy head severed from thine body, bloody and broken beneath our hooves," the black mare cackled, her gaze firmly set on Celestia as she rustled her chain.

"Sister, please, sister, I beg of you-"

"Art thou blind to our superiority? Art thou not able to comprehend it? Oh sister, how do we pity thee - the weakling daywalker, beholden the powers and might she can scarcely imagine. How lost must thou be."

"But worry not, my... precious, little, tiny sibling" - a despicable smirk of superiority twisted Nightmare's lips - "For the hour of our victory draws near - oh, so near! Art thou able to feel it, sister? Can you feel it, WRETCH?!"

Twilight saw the world in red and black as a wave of magic powerful beyond her comprehension washed over everythig. Her heartbeat slowed down as she looked at the clear yet somehow incomprehensible images before her - the dark mare's horn shining with vile light, coating the world in sickly green, then yellow and blood red as the magic neared Celestia, the light exploding, and...

A severe, throbbing pain in her head was the sole sensation that assured Twilight she was still alive.

Her ears rang and vision swam as the dull world was smudging before her. Twilight saw a white shape wobble and fall down; a buzzing sound on the edge of her hearing sharpening suddenly into a maniac laughter. And panting, somewhere in the distance. The dark world came back into focus like a punch to the face - and in this dark, cold world Celestia lay down on the blackness, unmoving.

Panic gripped Twilight as she felt her heart thud dully in her chest, suddenly painful as if her body was no longer able to contain it. Springing to her hooves, she ran to her teacher, almost falling over from pain wrought by the residual scraps of the spell still lingering in the icy air.

Time felt heavy and slow as Twilight looked upon her beloved's muzzle, searching frantically for any sign of life.

There.

A breath.

And another, and then one more. Twilight felt the weight of the world lifted from her shoulders as she took Celestia into her hooves and clutched her tightly. Lulling the unconscious mare, a tear made its way down Twilight's cheek when she began sobbing.

A dark presence lurked somewhere. A sound came, painful yet laden by what could be curiosity.

"Oh, Celestia, Celestia, foolish Celestia... Thou brought a mortal into our realm...?" A chilling voice rang right next to Twilight's ear. She seized up with the sun princess's head nesting securely against her chest, the deceiving, silky tones suddenly bringing back the grave chill.

Twilight looked up, stifling a sob - Nightmare Moon looked right back from afar, panting as she slowly made her way towards the trembling mare. Visibly exhausted, she moved slowly, clumsily almost, stumbling forward a couple of times before collapsing just before Celestia's still form.

Nightmare Moon gasped for breath, her hooves shaking, but never once did she move the piercing gaze away from the sun princess' prone body.

And there was that hideous smirk of satisfaction.

"We seemed to have exhausted ourselves in our attempt to bring ruin to thy dominion, sister..." the black mare sighed, closing her eyes as she steadied herself with a long breath. As her eyes fluttered open, a despicable grin twisted her features.

"We might have the strength left to deal the final blow, but perhaps" - the black mare cackled menacingly as she looked right at the trembling Twilight - "There is a precious possession of yours that we shall claim as ours." With a swift movement of a black horn, Nightmare Moon struck Twilight with dark magic; the purple mare wobbled on her hooves for a moment, half torn between following the flight instinct and staying close to watch over her beloved. She was immediately spared the choice though, as she collapsed right beside Celestia, her mind magically lulled into a deep, intoxicating slumber.

"We shalt defile thine flesh, little one, take all innocence thou hath within thee and twist it to our liking, so that this wretched sister of ours sees our image whenever she looks upon thee," Nightmare Moon pondered, circling her prey.

"We shalt make thee our slave, thy desires forever bound to our voluptuous form."

"Thou shalt love us... And despair," Nighmare Moon finished with a cackle as she entered the slumbering mare's dreams.

Something was wrong.

The hatred and perversion that swam throughout Nightmare's mind gave way to wariness and caution as she emerged from the depths of reality onto the calm shores of the dreamscape. She had been quite adept at traversing the slumber in her days of glory - was this new feeling of unease simply a result of the years of banishment? The spell that brought her here was cast immaculately, there was no doubt about that.

When she entered the mind of Celestia's entourage, Nightmare wove a powerful enchantment over the sleeper - all she had to do now was take the foolish mare in the dream-world and the unicorn's heart and soul would belong to Nightmare Moon for all eternity. The spell she cast would be irreversible once it takes effect.

Despite the ominous feeling, she clicked her tongue with grim satisfaction. Removing such magic was beyond Celestia's skill and power. Pulling even one tiny, unimportant being into the night felt like a victory and filled Nightmare Moon with a sense of superiority over her wretched sibling.

"Where art thou, little mare?" Nightmare Moon muttered, trying to find her way around the serene dream. Naught but thick trees filled her vision as she slowly trotted through the impossible forest. From the verdant grass sprung forth slender birchen trunks, ending somewhere far, far above in the cloudy canopy shrouding the sky. The purple smoke danced around the leaves, some of them falling gently onto the green undergrowth and disappearing within.

Suddenly, Nightmare's neck twisted as she spotted a purple shape moving amidst the trees. Her heartbeat quickened as she strode forward, cautious not to loose the elusive target. The purple mare hid behind one trunk only to appear in front of another; she frolicked around the woods, filling them with happy giggles and mirthful sighs.

Narrowing her eyes, Nightmare broke into full gallop. Hearing the ever faster thudding inside her chest, she ran towards the little purple shape as fast as hooves would take her, praying to the night she would be quick enough to catch the petite mare. Nearing the dreamer, Nightmare's features brightened - just one more moment and this beautiful, gorgeous creature would be all hers.

She pounced.

And then...

Nightmare Moon skidded to a halt as her hooves met the air. Gasping for breath, she frantically looked around, desperate to locate the little unicorn. Her chest hurt, as if her very heart was gripped tightly by an unknown force. Trotting nervously in place, Nightmare let out a dissapointed whinny. A painful expression painted itself on her face as she looked around with a longing gaze.

"If only we could catch thee, our little mare..." She whispered, pawing at the ground uselessly. Nightmare stood there, in the birch forest, for a longer while, a dejected look on her face. But then, her ear flickered as the sweetest melody in all of creation sounded nearby.

"I... Um... You scared me a bit," spoke the purple mare as she poked her head from behind one of the trees.

Nightmare looked up with elation and made one cautious step towards the unicorn, almost forgetting herself in the flurry of heartbeats and a peculiar feeling in her stomach. She stared at the little pony, her breath taken away and a slight blush creeping up her black neck.

"Um... My name is Twilight Sparkle," spoke the beautiful mare as she tried her best to ignore the oblivious staring. They stood still and silent for a couple of minutes, an awkward atmosphere furthered by occasional glances and red cheeks. Finally Twilight offered, "Um... What's yours?" She sat down on the comfortable grass, awaiting an answer.

"I-we, thou may call us Nightmare Moon-"

"Eep!"

The black mare blinked in confusion as Twilight hid behind the birch once more. "That's a very scary name!" came the panicked voice.

A dire feeling of dread loomed over Nightmare Moon as she stumbled to form a response. This rejection hurt - a burning poker piercing her skin would be more pleasant than the knowledge that this little, perfect, purple mare felt nothing but fear towards her. Names, names, she pondered with panic. She had so very many in her life, did she not? Some discarded, some weathered and painful, some invented only to serve a purpose and forgotten having outlived their usefulness.

But in the midst of all them, one shone with an inner light, a curious and long untouched fruit Nightmare abstained from tasting for what felt like... Eternity. Unable to think clearly as her thoughts muddled with fear and thoughts of Twilight running away, ignoring a silent scream within herself prohibiting what she was about to do - Nightmare Moon reached for the name and claimed is as her own once more.

"Thou... May call us," the black mare paused, hesitating to speak as an inner battle raged over her soul. Then, one look came from Twilight, full of hope as if she was expecting something beautiful to happen.

"L-luna." The black mare spoke, releasing the breath and panting with exertion.

"Thou may call us Luna."

Silence reigned as both mares simply looked at one another, unwilling to cast their gaze aside and break this serene moment.

"It's nice to meet you, Luna," Twilight spoke, no longer hidden, the anxiety gone from her features. She giggled and trotting in a circle around the other mare, asked, "Would you like to play with me here?" She smiled without a care, content in her simple joy.

"It's fun!"

Luna nodded, a small smile on her own slowly appearing on her face.

"Catch me then!"

They played for what felt like hours, days, months and with each passing instant they felt happiness in their hearts. One chased another, then the roles reversed. One mare giggled and ran, the other one followed with mirth.

The heavy armor weighed Luna down so she discarded it, leaving the steel to dissipate into a cloud of smoke.

As their game continued, she felt such guilt over her larger stature - it was all too easy to catch Twilight and tackle the petite pony to the ground. It was no fun at all and cheating. Luna let her black coat turn to dust and from within her old self, one smaller midnight blue alicorn emerged.

And so they laughed and played more, this simple pleasure all they could ever dream of.

In the end, Twilight lay down together with Luna, exhausted and spent amidst the birch trees.

"Could... thee grace us... With a kiss?" Luna spoke, her eyes shut tight, and heart pounding in her chest. She half expected Twilight to simply run away and hide once more. After all, she was scary and intimidating and not at all fair in their game. It was a fleeting hope she acted on, but also something she had to ask, no matter the answer, if only to get this uncomfortable weight off her mind and soul.

"I-I'm not..." the shy voice responded after a moment. "I would love to. I really would. But..." Twilight blushed, trying her best to come up with an excuse.

Luna's mind raced, frantically searching for something - anything - that would make the beautiful pony laying beside her say yes. She found it.

"'Tis a dream!"

"What?"

"A dream. Unreal, surreal and entirely untrue. Naught matters in here," Luna said, uttering the words as quickly as she dared to and looking at the other mare with pleading eyes.

Twilight simply blinked once or twice, as a sudden realization dawned on her. The impossible trees, the grass, the purple clouds, the alluring Luna. It all clicked together nicely.

"And in a dream, everything thou wouldst undertake, shalt have no bearing on the real world."

"I... See. It all makes sense - it really does within this context. You make sense," Twilight beamed, pointing to Luna with a hoof. "It's so obvious, I'm surprised I haven't seen it before! It's a sex dream!" She finally exclaimed, crossing her forelegs against her chest and giving the other, confused mare a knowing nod.

"Oh gosh, I'm so excited! I've read about those, but I never had one! I should make a checkli-" she stopped abruptly, her brows furrowing. "Right. A dream. No real paper and ink," Twilight sighed, turning to Luna who stared back with wide eyes.

"Alright. Spread your legs, 'Luna', I'm going to have dream sex with you. Oh, gosh, this will be so much fun!"

Luna lay down on her back, still shocked from the sudden change of mood and trying her best to keep pace with Twilight. Pinned down by the smaller mare, she was offered a treat - a pair of sweetest lips she had ever seen, made a wink in anticipation of things to come. Luna stared, transfixed, at a drop of moisture that slowly made its way down the quivering folds above and, with Twilight's gasp, fell down onto her midnight-blue muzzle.

It had been quite a while since she last sampled carnal pleasures but the unbelievable tension on Luna's mind was soon soothed by a small tongue prodding against her own opening. Uttering a silent squeak, she inched forward towards Twilight's lips. Her heart fluttered faster than even before as she hesitated right before giving in to her desire.

Deep within Luna's soul therein lay a silent fear - will she prove good enough? Will the lavender beauty, currently touching and prodding and caressing and suckling Luna in all the wonderful ways, simply fly off into the distance like a startled little bird if she proves incapable of standing up to the task?

The black thoughts were soon dismissed by another flick of a skillful tongue.

"Nnng... Twilight..." uttered Luna, unable to stop her legs from shaking. The only thing that came in response was a mischievous little giggle and a twirl of tongue that made the moon princess squeak as she arched her back. Coming down from a high with sporadic gasps escaping her muzzle, Luna noticed Twilight's tender opening respond to each of her breaths, winking and making the mare sway her hips to left and right, back and forward, almost forcing herself on Luna, eager for touch.

Extending her tongue, Luna gave her treat a tentative link, at long last able to taste Twilight's own nectar. A gasp assured her that these ministration were not unwelcome. With each flick of her tongue, nibble and sweet kiss, Luna felt her lover tense up and relax, responding in kind and trying her best to stifle the coming moans that would interrupt her work on the midnight blue alicorn.

Moving her hooves to Twilight's cutie marks, Luna took a while to play with the plump pair of buttocks, touching them and kneading the supple flesh, eager to feel their warmth and sense the firm muscle moving beneath in ecstasy. Arriving at the long, expertly styled tail, she gave it a pull, making Twilight squirm and arch her back with pleasure. Then, finally, after exploring each and every nook and cranny of the cute backside, Luna rubbed the twin stars on Twilight's flanks.

There was only pleasure left in either of their minds; coupling, panting and pressing against each other as they yearned for more and more warm touches, both mares could only think about this very moment. Without worry, almost painfully aware of the sweating, squirming body of their partner, they fought off the impending climax with increasing difficulty.

As the slick lips before her quivered, pleading for one more tender caress of a skillful tongue, Luna could only do so much before her resolve broke and inevitably, she dove in for another lick. Placing a gentle kiss on Twilight's love button, she prodded it and suckled on it gently, reveling in all the little noises her lover made in response.

But then, Twilight's ministrations ceased.

Luna voiced a quiet whinny, no longer feeling that wonderful, warm tongue exploring her own depths. Her legs buckled as she squeaked with irritation, deprived of pleasure and suddenly very aware of the raging need swelling within her. The emptiness was almost unbearable - she gave Twilight supple flesh only one more lick before voicing her concern.

"W-wherefore didst thou stop- Mmmf!" Luna's distressed objection was quickly silenced as Twilight spun around and met her in a deep kiss. A pair of sweet, lavender lips closed in on hers and connected, making Luna squeak in surprise. She stared, transfixed, right into Twilight's purple eyes, slowly getting lost inside them; the only lighthouse in the storm of her feelings a warm tongue prodding her own. Uttering a silent moan, Luna reciprocated, her blush deepening as she slowly lost the battle for dominion over her own mouth.

One of Twilight's hooves made its way down Luna's lustrous coat, entirely too slowly but just quickly enough not to give the moon goddess enough willpower to break free from Twilight's embrace. Moaning into her loving muzzle, Luna felt a prod against her own opening. It took a moment of playful defiance before she gave in to her desire and spread her legs as far as she could, eagerly awaiting whatever would come.

Something large and warm entered her.

Luna gasped for breath, breaking away from Twilight who looked back with a confident smile and a blush of her own. The dreaming unicorn gave her lover's nose a playful lick before thrusting her hips forward, bottoming out inside Luna. After giving a midnight blue ear an exploratory nibble, Twilight began slowly rocking back and forth, her smile deepening as she watched Luna moan and thrash about in her hooves.

This was wonderful. The slow motions, the fast ones when she needed them, the incredible sensation of being filled, how warm and soft, yet rigid that thing was and the slightest tinge of humiliation about being taken darted through Luna's mind. Intoxicated with pleasure, she heard herself moan Twilight's name, urging the unicorn to move faster and faster, to take her as she would see fit. Scarcely cognizant about her surroundings, Luna gave herself to pleasure, no longer consciously in the reigns of her own body.

Now there was only Twilight, that illustrious, beautiful mare, giving her what she needed most.

Whatever she wished for, Luna would do without question.

It was then that the tiniest little whisper pierced the veil of carnal sensations dizzying her mind and soul:

"Come for me, Luna."

And so Luna obliged, happy and forever bound to one Twilight Sparkle.