Being a Princess was taking some getting used to.
Twilight hadn't really been sure what to expect. The whole coronation had happened so fast; it seemed like she was just getting used to one thing when a new one had been sprung on her. Wear your hair this way. Greet the foreign ambassadors with your hoof like this. Keep your dress tucked in on this side. Wave to these people. Recite this speech. Remember to move your wings.
Twilight didn't remember 'hide your big, throbbing boner' being on the list.
Celestia hadn't even taken her aside to explain things before she was gone from Canterlot. It was only when Twilight had woken up a day or two after her coronation that she had noticed the difference, and was initially so frightened she had screamed and sprung up onto her bed like she was hiding from a mouse peeking out from between her legs. Spike had heard the sound and rushed upstairs, and Twilight had been forced to tuck her legs together and shoo him back downstairs before she got a chance to properly examine the sudden intrusion of her new protrusion, along with the pair of testicles that had accompanied it.
It looked weird.
Twilight had seen pictures in books. She had a magazine her brother had bought for her one time, in the dead of night, with coins handled and hushed whispers and a very awkward brotherly hug before Twilight had brought the edition of 'Playfilly' into her room and examined the contents, trying to push to the back of her mind that Shining Armor was well aware of what she was doing. She hadn't considered the exchange that awkward until, on her third or fourth picture, her hoof had wandered and the noises she made under her covers were very noticeable to anypony who might have been paying attention. Breakfast the next morning was an affair of spoonfuls chewed in silence and an air thick with tension.
Still, pictures were one thing. She had never expect to have one of her own, let alone one that had emerged out of nowhere. The day she woke up, suddenly different, she had considered flying or teleporting to Celestia to seek the only help she could imagine being useful. She hadn't heard anything about Alicorn Princesses packing a second horn as well.
Celestia's letter had arrived right as Twilight was preparing herself to take off, rehearsing her confession in her head. She couldn't manage to get more words in than "Princess, I..." before her brain completely faltered and told her that her best chance was probably to wing it.
Dear Twilight, the letter had said. I expect you awoke this morning in a considerable state of shock. Before you panic and fly to see me immediately, let me try to explain a few things...
Twilight had sat down on her bed with the longer than usual scroll and began to read.
And that was when she had learned something about Alicorns that wasn't included in any of the textbooks she studied.
While its existence is malleable, Celestia explained, – Twilight read the words on the letter in the familiar motherly tone she was used to, which admittedly made things a little awkward – the means to control its presence is likely a bit beyond the abilities of somepony still getting used to their new Alicorn traits. For that reason, until your study brings you to a point where you feel confident enough to control your physiology, I will give you instructions on the method to temporarily remove the appendage until it resumes of its own behest.
Twilight had blushed profusely when she read the next part of the letter.
There were diagrams.
They had been mostly unnecessary, admittedly. Twilight didn't have much first-hoof experience, but she understood the workings of masturbation. Apply friction liberally until climax, in a manner of speaking. With that in mind, after several hours of trying to convince herself it was unnecessary, that if she could think banal thoughts it would go away, Twilight had returned to her room, raging hard-on in tow, sat down, and attempted to jerk herself off.
Her attempts had been unsuccessful.
While Twilight wasn't a complete stranger to male anatomy, she understood there were certain peculiarities to the methodology of coaxing a stallion to orgasm. She tried them all on herself, or at least the ones she could remember, from personal experience or tales from her friends. Some of them had felt good. One or two had felt amazing. One had hurt quite a bit, and left Twilight wondering who on Earth thought twisting something that big and sensitive was a good idea.
But all of them combined, to Twilight's dismay, did not equal relief, and so her erection stayed.
It remained for two more days before Twilight was near her breaking point. She had considered disguising herself and soliciting the attentions of a pony of questionable moral integrity, or even flying to Celestia and asking her to use whatever Alicorn magic she had to remove the thing – or, better yet, to work the same Alicorn magic to stroke Twilight until she exploded in a hot, sticky climax all over the revered Canterlot tapestry.
Twilight started to get a bit delirious.
It became difficult to think of much else, and it was for that reason that the appointment slipped Twilight's mind. She had made it a day after she received her wings, and the date was marked clearly on her calendar. Unfortunately, no amount of red ink drawn in circles could convince Twilight's increasingly tender member to quiet itself, and as such Twilight's attention was elsewhere. As the hands on her clock rolled past twelve o' clock, Twilight was in her bed, staring at the huge, bobbing length of flesh between her legs where her marehood had once been. She was stroking it idly with her hooves, gritting her teeth, because sometimes she would feel so close, but then it would slip away like a ribbon in the wind and she would groan and lay back, frustrated beyond all mortal comprehension. Maybe that was what the whole experience was meant to teach her. If so, she had a stern word planned for whichever Alicorn had devised such a devious trick of her anatomy in the first place.
The knock at the door was a complete shock. Twilight bolted upright in bed and moved to cover her erection, even though nopony was there to see it. As the realization of the sound's origin hit her, she allowed herself to breathe, but the question of the pony knocking at the door occupied her mind next. Spike was out gathering groceries and doing chores for Rarity, which meant Twilight had to answer the door.
So, she did the best she could. She let her horn shine, and she held new organ up, right against her stomach.
The feeling of her fur on the sensitive head was agony, but Twilight managed to make it down the stairs and all the way to the front door. She steeled herself to dissuade the likely solicitors in her compromised state, and opened the door.
"Hey, Twi! Sorry I'm late, I got caught up on the way here. Did you know there's a milkshake stand, like, two blocks from your house?"
Twilight's face fell so abruptly that Rainbow Dash was unable to ignore it. She even seemed to notice Twilight's eyes dimming momentarily to pupil's before she tried to recollect her composure.
"Uh, Twi? Are you okay? I can make it up to you if you're cheesed about me being late..."
Twilight shook her head emphatically, her pupil's fighting to return to their normal size. She was, now more than ever, acutely aware of the length of soft, veiny flesh nestled against her tummy.
"No," she said, her voice sounding more far off than normal, "it's fine. I just... to be honest... why are you here today?"
"Pfft." Dash blew a breath of air from her closed lips and flipped her head backwards. Several strands of her colour cascade mane flipped with her movement, and settled on either side of her head as she grinned.
"Don't you remember?" she asked, flapping her wings to flit several feet up off the ground. "We're supposed to have our first flying session today."
Dash peered down at Twilight, who looked like a student who had forgotten their book report.
"You did forget," Dash said.
Twilight nodded. She shook a little bit to the side as she tried to ignore the antsy feeling welling from her constant hardness
"I'm sorry," Twilight said. "I've just been so busy with new reports and studies and all this... princess stuff..."
Dash floated down to the ground and put her leg around Twilight's back.
To Twilight's horror, she felt herself twitch underneath her stomach, and she had to bite the insides of her cheeks to keep herself from shouting.
"Don't sweat it. I bet being a Princess is a lot more work than it seems like." Dash pulled her foreleg off Twilight's shoulder. "Are you learning any cool Princess stuff? Any super secret spells or plans or awesome stuff that you didn't know before?"
Twilight bit her tongue.
"No, not really," she said, her voice still sounding a bit strained. "Mostly just... you know. Facts, and such."
"Sounds like a ton of fun," Dash said, smirking. Twilight smiled back at her softly, struggling to maintain her composure despite her semi-permantent arousal.
"Well, it doesn't matter if you forgot, we can still have a blast. Got the whole day ahead of us!" Dash grabbed Twilight and made to move towards the door. Twilight followed out of necessity.
"Have you had a chance to test those babies out, or are you still getting used to them?" Dash asked, pointing with her free hoof to the new, feathery additions on Twilight's back.
"Still kind of... getting used to them," Twilight said. She tried to ignore the soft slapping of her cockhead against her stomach, but the bouncing and soft fur and precum she was starting to leak were impossible not to pay at least cursory attention.
Dash nodded knowingly.
"I bet there's a lot about being a Princess that takes getting used to. Wings are probably just one part of it, huh?"
"You could say that," Twilight hissed through her teeth..
The door flew open as Dash nudged it, and the brilliant Equestrian noon sun greeted her and Twilight from above.
"Well, come on; let’s get flying! We'll have you up to speed in no time."
Dash lowered her body and poised to take off before Twilight's hoof touched her left wing. Dash lowered an eyebrow and turned her head sideways.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"I just... I'm not sure I can do this right now, Rainbow." Twilight imagined what she might look like flying through down with a giant floppy (or hard) dong flapping around for everypony to see; what she might feel if she tried to do a big take off or a sudden stop or a regular flapping of her wings, and how the thing against her stomach, even if she could concentrate on it enough to keep it in place while flying, would slap against her belly and get her fur all sticky with clear fluid.
"It's just not really a good time right now," she concluded.
Rainbow Dash's mouth twisted into a playful smirk.
"Aw, come on. You're not afraid, are you? I promise I'll go slow until you manage to catch up."
Twilight pulled herself from Rainbow's side and stepped away from the open door. The sunlight pouring in from outside was like a reminder that she had yet to enter the real world since her recent frustration had arisen, and it wasn't a reminder she was particularly fond of.
"It's not that. I'm just not feeling up to it..."
"Come on, Twilight! Just because you've got those big new wings, doesn't mean you can turn into a chicken." Dash sprung forward and nudged Twilight in the side. Twilight, to her own abject horror, felt herself twitch in response at what should have been a totally platonic bodily contact. Please, she thought, just go away...
Dash poked Twilight in the side again. Twilight started to back away from the progressively agitating nudges, but Rainbow persisted, grinning the whole time.
"Dash, stop..."
"No dice. Come on, if you don't get used to them now, you're gonna be flapping around like an ostrich when you try to get off the ground later."
"But I–"
Poke.
"Come on!"
"Dash, I don't want to–"
Poke.
Dash's poking, coupled with Twilight's retreat, had led Twilight up against the bookcase on the far wall, and now she was standing awkwardly, hunched away from the barrage of nudges she was forced to endure. The constant shocks that coursed through her skin were getting to her, and the posture necessary by her new position made her leery of exposing herself. Her spell felt shaky, and if she turned the wrong way Rainbow Dash would be able to see her–
"Alright, if you're gonna be a dork about it, I'm gonna drag you outside myself!"
Twilight opened her mouth to protest, but Rainbow Dash was already a blue blur heading right towards her. She had a few seconds to think about rearranging the focus of her magic, but her reflexes weren't quick enough, and Rainbow Dash's tackle hit her hard, knocking her off her feet and onto her back. Dash landed on top of Twilight's chest with a triumphant grin.
"I'll let you up when you agree to come outside and fly with me," Dash said, and crossed her forelegs across her chest.
She didn't notice it right away, but Twilight knew she would. Twilight scrunched up her face and closed her eyes and wished so badly she could burst into flames and not have to deal with her stupid new ‘problem’..
Dash didn't say anything, but her eyes widened suddenly as she realized she was sitting atop something too stiff and slim to be Twilight's stomach. She turned around to see what it was that had wedged itself under her backside.
"Woah."
Twilight wanted to die.
She didn't give Dash time to say anything further. She steeled all her strength in her forelegs and pushed, and shoved Dash off.
Twilight didn't waste any time downstairs. She didn't want to hear whatever it was Rainbow Dash might have to say, at best an awkward apology, and at worst a disgusted tirade, condemning Twilight's awful, bizarre morphology for life. Twilight ran up to her room, tears flowing from her eyes as she slammed the door shut and threw herself into her bed.
She cried louder than she had in a while, the first time since her predicament had overtaken her. It didn't make her feel any better, but it seemed necessary. She wasn't sure what else to do.
To her surprise, a knock came at her door a few minutes after she had buried her face in her pillows.
"Go away!" she shouted. It could only be one pony outside her room, and she didn't even want to think about what Rainbow Dash would have to say.
"Twi? Can I come in?"
Twilight didn't respond. She shook her head into her pillow, hoping the gesture would translate properly through her silence.
After a few more seconds, Rainbow Dash opened the door and walked inside. Twilight turned her head only out of compulsion, her face a mess of tear-streaks and snot that came along with her sobbing.
"Dash, please, just leave me alone..." Twilight's voice was wracked with the inflection of her crying, and she turned her head back to her pillow after she spoke. To her surprise, despite her constant requests to be left alone, the hoofsteps on the floor of her bedroom grew closer. She felt her mattress shift as a body of weight sat next to her, and then suddenly a hoof on her back, right between her wings.
"It's okay, Twilight. You don't need to be upset."
"Don't need to be upset? I'm a freak!" Twilight lifted her head from her pillow to speak before the fervor of her sentence threw her back to sobbing, and she clenched her pillow to her face like she was trying to drown her tears in the soft, puffy fabric.
"Hey, you're not a freak." Dash rubbed Twilight's back from top to bottom, pressing down softly in an attempt to quell Twilight's body-shaking cries. "You're a princess, and you're still Twilight Sparkle besides that."
"I hate being a Princess," Twilight moaned, sniffling as Rainbow Dash's back rub coaxed her tears back into submission.
"Aw, c'mon. It can't be so bad. You've got those awesome wings now, and a whole lifetime of learning cool stuff about being an Alicorn."
"I hate my stupid wings!" Twilight yelled. She raised a hoof and punched her pillow ineffectually, resenting the puffy object for its resilience.
"Your wings aren't stupid. They're rad! I'm totally jealous."
"Oh yeah? And what about my..."
Dash scrunched up her mouth for a moment. Her eyes shifted to the side as she tried to find some words that wouldn't set Twilight back into sobbing.
"It's... not without it's charm."
"It's awful," Twilight said, and tucked her face back into her pillow again. She'd managed to stop crying, but now her face had that sticky feeling it always got when she was upset, and her nose felt stuffed up and gross. And, in an absolutely maddening fashion, she could still feel how hard she was, her engorged member sandwiched between her stomach and her bedding.
"Is that part of the whole Alicorn thing too?"
Twilight nodded. Dash furrowed her brow in perplexity.
"But I've never seen Princess Celestia with one."
Twilight turned to her side, hunched over to hide her newfound shame. She waved a hoof in the air effusively.
"There are ways to make them go away. Celestia just has hers under better control."
"That's... weird."
Twilight managed a glare through her tears, suddenly finding it in herself to be upset at Rainbow's reaction rather than distressed. Rainbow Dash answered her with an apologetic hoof wave.
"Sorry, sorry... it's just... not what I was expecting."
The two of them sat in silence for a moment, save the soft sound of Twilight's sniffling.
"Was it there at the ceremony?"
Twilight glared again. Dash's eyes widened in the best nonverbal translation of 'What?' conceivable by a simple expression.
"I was just wondering..." she said, her voice trailing off.
"It showed up a few days after. I just woke up one morning and... there it was. And then Princess Celestia wrote me, and told me how to make it... go away."
"Alright, so what's the problem? Just do the thing to make yours go away and you’re good to go."
Twilight sniffled and fought the tide of tears still hiding in the back of her eyes.
"But I can't! It’s been days, and I can't... it won't go away and I don't know what to do!"
Twilight threw her face forward into the pillow again, and Dash rubbed her back again, whispering immaterial 'shh's as she massaged between Twilight's wings.
"Hey, hey, calm down. It's okay..."
Twilight felt the words sink into her ears with a surprising resilience, and she managed to stifle her oncoming barrage of sobs with an odd-sounding hiccup. She turned her face back towards Dash, who was smiling at her with a warm, almost motherly affection.
"What exactly is it you need to do to get rid of it? Maybe I can help."
Twilight didn't speak, but let herself fall back down into her pillow. Dash scrunched up her face again.
"Hey, come on! Don't be like that. You can at least tell me. Friends aren't friends if they don't try to help each other with their problems, right?"
Twilight sighed and sniffled a few times. A hiccup welled in her throat, but she ignored it. After a few seconds of thinking about what exactly she might say to convey to Rainbow Dash the extent of her personal misery, she decided that no matter what, the situation she was in now couldn't possibly be any worse. She may as well seal her grave permanently.
Twilight shifted onto her side again, still hiding herself with hunched legs and as much blanket as she could gather up.
"It's... you have to... to get rid of it without magic, which I don't know yet, I have to..."
Dash leaned in closer, her hoof still on Twilight's back. Her eyes widened as she waited for Twilight's revelation.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"You have to..." Twilight squished her face into a grimace, closed her eyes, and opened them suddenly.
"You have to masturbate to get it to go away, and it won't go away unless you... finish..." Twilight started her explanation with gusto, but tapered off towards the end, faltering as the unfamiliar mechanics of anatomical particulars presented themselves. She felt a wave of blush creeping onto her cheeks, helped in no part by Dash's mouth hanging open in bewilderment.
To Twilight's relief, Dash collected herself after a few seconds.
"Well," she said, "okay then. So, what's the big deal? Even if you've never... you have touched one before, right?"
Twilight nodded with her eyes closed, her cheeks feeling flushed.
"Right. So even if you hadn't, it still would probably come naturally. Just do what feels good and, uh... take care of business."
Dash pursed her lips abruptly, and her eyes shimmered as though a sudden realization had burst into her head.
"Wait... so you've been dealing with this thing for two days and you haven't even tried to–"
"I have!" Twilight yelled, throwing her forelegs up in the air in defeat. "I have tried, so much, and I can't seem to..." Once again, Twilight let her sentence taper off, not wanting to get into the particulars of what she had done or why she had been unsuccessful.
"Well," Dash said, "you must be doing something wrong then."
"You think?!"
Dash recoiled at Twilight's outburst. Twilight realized how loud she had been, and offered an apologetic half-smile, which Dash nodded at.
"Okay, so maybe we can figure this out. What exactly are you doing when you... try to take care of things?"
"Dash! I'm not going to..." Twilight fought the urge to bury herself in her bedding again, though her eyes did fall of their own accord, unable to look her friend in the face as the details of her embarrassing masturbation became the topic of conversation.
"Come on! It's no big deal. Everypony does it, and this is a special circumstance. Obviously you're upset, and I'd be a pretty crummy friend if I didn't offer to help. Maybe if you let me know what you're doing, I can help out and you'll feel better. And then I can show you how to use those wings afterwards."
Twilight smiled softly as Dash grinned at her. She took a deep breath in and let it out in a long sigh.
"I don't know. I just kind of... I'm not a complete puritan, you know. I've touched... stallions before."
"Never said you hadn't," Dash said, holding her hooves up in protest. Twilight nodded and exhaled again.
"I just... lie back and... touch it, you know? Ugh, this is so embarrassing–"
Twilight started as she felt Dash's hoof suddenly on hers. She looked up from the patch of bed sheets where her gaze had fallen to find Dash looking toward her earnestly.
"Hey. Come on, we're both big girls. Just tell me what's up, and we'll take care of this, okay?"
Twilight's mouth felt dry. She let her hoof rest in Dash's for a moment before she nodded, and Dash gave a cursory nod back.
"Okay. Well, I usually lie on my back, and–"
"Can you show me?"
"What?!" Twilight pulled her hoof away and held it close to her chest like Dash had tried to pull it off. "Show you? Of course not!"
"Twilight! I'm not trying to perv on you or anything." Dash lowered an eyebrow at Twilight's implication. "All I'm saying is that I've probably been with a few more stallions than you have, which means I probably have a better idea of what might work here."
"But I–"
"Do you wanna get rid of that thing or not?"
Twilight chewed her lip as Dash stared her down, her forelegs planted firmly on her hips.
Twilight sighed and nodded.
"Yes," she said.
"Good. Then show me. I promise I'll leave if it gets too weird."
Twilight was reluctant even to show Dash the extent of her newly developed Princesshood, so the seconds before she convinced herself to turn over completely were endless agony. The weight of her hooves as she rose them to lift the blankets off her stomach was unimaginable. But, as Dash had said, she wanted things to go back to normal, or at least as normal as they could be with her new wings and royal coronation besides. She held her breath as she turned onto her back. With no spell in place, her erection pointed almost straight up from between her legs, standing tall at what Twilight realized was an unreasonable and embarrassing size.
Rainbow Dash gave a low whistle.
"Stop!" Twilight yelled, scrunching up her face, regretting that she had ever agreed to show Dash anything.
Dash grinned as her cheeks flushed with a hint of red.
"Sorry, sorry. Go ahead."
Twilight wasn't sure where to start. Even when she was by herself, touching the... thing... had always felt awkward. It was an unfamiliar piece of anatomy, and the sensations that her touch drew out were just as alien. Touching herself when she was a mare had been normal. It felt almost comforting, because she knew all of her body's nooks and crannies and what to do to make herself feel good. Now it was almost like there was another pony that was a part of her body, and she had no way of telling what they might enjoy or what they might hate.
"Well... normally, I lie back like this, and just take my hooves and kind of–"
"Show," Dash interrupted. Twilight glared at her, but raised her forelegs and reached down towards her member. Her hooves shook as she neared the length of veiny flesh.
She paused only inches away.
She waited a few seconds before sighing and finally forcing her forelegs forward
"I take my hooves and sort of just, s-stroke it..." Twilight's voice stuttered as her hooves touched skin, and the electric jolt of sexual stimulation coursed through her body. To Twilight's embarrassment, she noticed that even just a light caress felt better now, and could only suppose the increase in intensity must surely come from the pony sitting next to her; from Rainbow Dash watching her. Twilight wanted to scream at herself, but she filed the horrifying realization away in the back of her mind in hopes of burying it forever. With arduous slowness, she began to move her hooves up and down, and grit her teeth as the all-consuming tingle of her sensitive princesshood shook through her body.
Rainbow Dash watched with her eyes wide in fascination. The look on her face was almost documentarian, tilting her head at an odd angle and watching Twilight's stroking as though she was studying a new species of plant life.
"Is that all?" she asked, more curious than incredulous.
"N-no," Twilight managed, the ease of her speech robbed by her own touching. "Sometimes I s-speed up, and go sort of fast..."
"Show me."
Twilight swallowed the lump in her throat and did as directed, moving her hooves faster and raking quickly along the friction-sensitive skin of her own shaft. Just as it had when she was by herself, the intensity of the sensation increased, but this time it was magnified tenfold by the burning presence of Dash's eyes, watching her touch herself in the most profane and shameful way she had ever done so.
"Nnhn..." Twilight let out a small moan against her own will. Hearing it fall from her lips made her want to stop, but her hooves were already in motion, and she didn't feel like she could stop them even if she wanted to. Instead she shut her eyes as though to pretend that she was by herself. It blocked the blob of blue pegasus out of her periphery, but she was still acutely aware of the heat of Dash's gaze on her, watching as she touched herself; as she jerked herself off wantonly.
"Okay," Dash's voice said from the darkness behind Twilight's eyelids. "I think I can help."
Twilight forced herself to still her jerking. Her member twitched at her in protest. When she opened her eyes, she could see, to her horror, the head of her cock shimmering in the sunlight, leaking a steady stream of sticky precum. Twilight's cheeks turned bright red, and she looked away, hoping that her own lack of attention to her body's sudden enthusiasm would keep Rainbow Dash's eyes away as well.
She looked at Dash, waiting for the wisdom she hoped would be the step to removing the thing where her proper parts had once been.
"You didn't do bad," Dash said, adjusting herself on the bed to bring her hind legs up off the side where they had been hanging. "But the main thing seems to be that you're still nervous. I don't blame you; I'd be pretty shaken up too if I woke up with a thing that big between my legs one day–" Twilight blushed even brighter as Rainbow Dash carried on "–but you can't let yourself get freaked out. You've gotta just get in there and go to town. Show it who's boss!"
Twilight felt like her face was going to burst into flame.
"B-but I–"
"I know you can do it. You're no wuss. You're Twilight Sparkle! What's the big deal with something like this when you've defeated Nightmare Moon and Discord and all other sorts of crazy stuff?"
"But this is different!" Twilight protested, forcing her eyes open through the hot flush of her embarrassment. "If either Discord or Nightmare Moon had shown up with something like this, I don't think I would have been able to..." Twilight let the rest of her sentence fall away, settling for a timid sounding mumble.
Dash's mouth contorted in sympathy.
"Do you want me to show you?" she asked.
"What?!"
Dash shrugged.
"I can show you, if you want. Give you an idea of what to do, and then let you take over."
"Dash, I don't know if..." Twilight's eyes found a piece of faraway furniture to affix themselves to.
Dash touching her? She wasn't sure what she thought about it. She didn't want to acknowledge the way she'd felt herself twitch when the thought of Dash going from simply watching to helping out on a more material level went through her head. Surely she must be delirious from days of frustrated anticlimax.
"It's not a big deal,” Dash said amidst Twilight’s pondering. “I mean, I won't be weird about it if you won't. If it feels gross you can ask me to stop. I'm just trying to help out. It's not something I can really describe without showing, y'know?"
Twilight nodded. In the same way that Dash had needed to see her technique to give critique, she knew that even if Dash told her how to go about things, she would only manage an inexperienced and ineffectual imitation of any potential instructions.
But did that mean that she should—
Twilight didn't have time to think on the issue further. She gasped as suddenly, with her eyes still closed, she felt a hoof, there, and her whole body shook in surprise.
"Dash!"
"Just try to relax, okay?" Dash's hoof was right at the base of Twilight's shaft, just above the auspicious pair of balls Twilight still couldn't believe were there. Dash pressed ever so lightly into the engorgement of Twilight's throbbing member, which was still straight up and bobbing idly as Twilight's body shifted. Without waiting for further acknowledgement, Dash ran her hoof up the underside of Twilight's cock, and Twilight couldn't help but close her eyes and fall backwards onto her pillow.
"The main thing to know about handling one of these," Rainbow Dash started, bringing her other hoof over to meet her first and putting them on either side of the turgid growth in front of her, "is that it's about a lot more than just... jerking. You've gotta take everything else into account. If you just dive in and start stroking, it might feel okay, but you're not gonna get anywhere compared to where you will if you take your time, pay attention, and go slow..."
Twilight groaned as she felt Dash's hooves slide up her length. While the notion of another pony's touch on her body wasn't completely unfamiliar, she had always been surprised at the difference in intensity compared to her own ministrations. Now it felt like that difference was amplified a hundred fold. Dash's hooves were like hot, sexual lightning on her skin. Immediately, Twilight's head snapped back of into the comfort of her pillow of its own accord, and her eyes closed as a sudden jolt of pleasure shook through her. She managed to open them again as Dash started her first downstroke, paying arduous attention to every inch of Twilight's now achingly sensitive girth.
"D-dash!" Twilight stuttered, wanting to protest but not having the strength in her to stop anything that felt so good.
Dash ignored her, paying her full attention to the languid stroking she had started. She let her hooves rest against Twilight's base for a moment, pressing them softly together and then holding them in place as she lifted her forelegs up, raking the normally hard, unforgiving texture of her hooves over Twilight's cock, now feeling as though she was holding two soft, delicate pieces of cloth and rubbing them over Twilight's shaft.
"Dash!" Twilight cried again. She bit her lip as a moan burned in the back of her mouth. She quelled it and found the strength to move her tongue after a second more. "That f-feels so g-good..." Twilight's words were robbed of their usual articulation by the treacherous answering of her body to Rainbow Dash's touch.
"Uh-huh." Dash nodded as she stroked downwards, scrunching up Twilight's cock inbetween her hooves and letting the skin fold as she squeezed together. Twilight grit her teeth and moaned lowly between them as Dash's hooves reached her base again.
"For me, it's always helped to imagine I'm not just making somepony else feel good. I like to pretend that it's me I'm touching, and think about all the things I'd like, or what might feel good."
Rainbow Dash bunched her hooves together and gave an extra hard press into Twilight's pelvis, her grip at the bottom of Twilight's cock, just inches away from Twilight's increasingly tightening sack.
"Ah!"
Twilight bucked upwards involuntarily, her hips compelled suddenly upward by the sudden intoxicating press of Dash's hooves.
"Of course, in your case, I guess you don't need to pretend, do you?" Dash asked with a playful lilt in her voice.
Twilight shook her head emphatically, her eyes wide. Her mouth moved several seconds afterwards as her words caught up with her.
"N-no," she said, breathless. Dash grinned at her.
"The other thing to remember," Dash said, loosening her grip on Twilight's princesshood and tracing her hooves over the first few inches of shaft in circles before bringing them back down, "is that you've gotta focus on the details."
"Mmmn..." Twilight squeaked out a small moan so concise it almost sounded painful. Dash's hooves were like feathers, and Twilight could feel herself twitching as they ran along her cock.
"It's not just about the way you move, or the way you touch it... you've gotta take the whole experience into account, y'know?" Dash turned to Twilight for a nod. Twilight gave one only out of necessity, thinking only that she would say or do whatever she needed to say as long as Rainbow Dash kept doing what she was doing. She already felt closer than she had in hours of strenuous stroking and tensing and trying to will herself to climax.
"Gimme your hoof," Rainbow Dash said.
Twilight opened her eyes wide, unprepared for the sudden direction. She held one of her forelegs above the bed awkwardly, but didn't extend it, thinking she might have misheard.
Dash smiled at her, and raised one hoof from her own focus to gesture to Twilight's outstretched limb.
"Your hoof," she said again.
Twilight moved her foreleg forward. Dash grinned at her playfully.
“I guess it’s a tradition to kiss the royal hoof, after all.”
A gasp from inside Twilight’s chest stole her breath away in the next second.
Dash's hooves were still doing their job, that being the delivery of long, laborious, agonizingly pleasureful touches to Twilight's shaft – but her mouth was suddenly occupied elsewhere. Twilight felt the warmth of Dash's breath on her hoof a half-second before the moisture of her lips and mouth and tongue all followed. Twilight scraped her other foreleg along the bed in response, drawing a long line in the bedsheets as Dash pursed her lips and kissed Twilight right on the top of her hoof, the point where her well-trimmed fetlocks met her quarter.
She hadn't ever imagined attention to her hooves could feel so good.
"Is that nice?" Dash asked before planting another kiss, this time on the bottom of Twilight's hoof. Twilight squirmed and shoved her hips towards Dash's persistent touch, and Rainbow Dash smiled.
"I'll take that as a yes," Dash said. She let Twilight squirm for a moment before she returned to her attention, this time with her lips parted and the warm wetness of her mouth to occupy Twilight's senses. Twilight squealed and bit her lip. She lifted her other free hoof to her mouth and held it there, trying to muffle the embarrassingly wanton sounds threatening to escape.
Dash paused as she noticed the sudden decrease in volume, and held both the attention of her mouth as well as her hooves.
"It's okay to be loud," she said, giving a reassuring stroke to Twilight's shaft. Twilight groaned as Dash's hoof slid over the underside of her glans, making her cock twitch and prompting a thick gob of precum to drool from her head.
"In fact," Dash said, "I find a lot of the time it helps. Everything feels way better if you can just let it out and let yourself feel good."
For emphasis, Dash ran her hoof over the head of Twilight's cock and smeared the dollop of pre all over Twilight's sensitive skin. Twilight arched her back to thrust for more of Dash's touch, and Dash giggled.
"Why don't you give a try? Don't hold back. Just enjoy yourself."
Seemingly content with her direction, Dash returned her mouth to Twilight's hoof. This time she traced her tongue along the hardness of Twilight's foot, and painted a circle of delicate saliva around the rim of Twilight's fetlock.
True to Dash's direction, Twilight moaned louder than she had let herself before, and the sound of her girlish pleasure echoed off the walls of her relatively small room.
"Ohhh, Dash..."
"Yeah, just like that," Dash said in a pause between licks. Her voice sounded more consolatory than dirty, though it was underspoken by the way of hooves still moved, now helped along by a healthy coating of precum that dribbled from the head of Twilight's cock like a slow moving fountain. Twilight's whole shaft was already almost completely coated in the clear, sticky liquid, and Dash's hooves were well lubed as well, making the stroking even easier.
Rainbow Dash planted a final kiss on the center of Twilight's hoof before she pulled away. She held her hooves firmly in place at the base of Twilight’s cock and and turned her face toward Twilight, who looked flushed and entirely in reverence of Dash's care and attention.
"Can you take over for a second?” Dash asked. “I wanna show you something else."
Twilight nodded, dumbfounded as Rainbow Dash withdrew her hooves. It took a moment for Twilight to remember how her brain worked well enough to direct her own forelegs downwards. When she did so, the first moment of her own touch was still like lightning, and she moaned and shivered at her sudden increase in self-satisfaction, helped in no small part by the fact that Dash was there, watching her the whole time.
"Roll over onto your side," Dash said, and Twilight complied. Her hooves worked at her cock in long, slow strokes, doing her best to imitate what Dash had shown her, and noticing the difference in sensation almost immediately.
"One of the reasons I was so jealous of your new wings," Dash said, laying herself down on the bed beside Twilight, almost spooning her, "is because now you can do things like this."
Twilight's mouth fell open, but no sound came out. Her hooves froze mid-stroke.
Dash had pressed down with both hooves, firmly, on the base of Twilight's wing, and the feeling was unlike one Twilight had ever experienced. She'd toyed with her horn before and noted the availability of sensations when she slid things along its length, or imagined some talented, unknown lover doing so with his mouth – but she had never imagined or felt anything like this. Dash's hooves had hit a spot Twilight didn't know existed, of muscle tension and nerve-endings tied everywhere and sudden erogenous proximity that made Twilight feel like she was melting. If it had been possible, her cock would have grown even harder. For now, it simply twitched between her hooves, and an errant strand of precum flew from the tip onto her stomach, where it shone under the scrutiny of the nearby sunlight.
"Wings are awesome," Dash said simply, and began to knead.
"Ohhhhhh, Rainbow..." Twilight was once again robbed of her coherence. She resumed her self-stroking as soon as she was able, but Dash's rubbing made it hard. Twilight wanted only to lie there and let Dash bring her off with just the heavenly presses of hoof on wing-muscle she was working on.
But she couldn't stop herself. It felt so good – more than that, she felt close.
Dash varied her attention as Twilight touched herself. She crept away from the spot against Twilight’s back and began to give tender, gentle strokes along the whole of Twilight's wings, softly caressing her feathers and sensitive hidden muscles. Every second of touch elicited a new moan from Twilight, and Dash caught her muffling herself again. So, once more, she stopped.
"What did I say about letting it out?"
Twilight nodded, though Dash was behind her sight unseen, and withdrew her hoof from her mouth. Dash gave a particular deep rub of Twilight's left wing and Twilight's hooves became a blur on her own shaft.
"Hnnnnn... so good..." Twilight managed, barely sputtering the words through the haze of her overwhelming pleasure.
"You getting close?" Dash asked, tracing idly along the tiny bones in Twilight's wing before returning to the base and pressing down again.
"Yes," Twilight exhaled. She shut her eyes as she touched herself and reached for her climax. It felt close, closer than it ever had before, and she felt like if she could just push a little bit further she could have it–
"You’re getting kinda tense," Dash said. Twilight nodded at that, only a nod, because she was concentrating, and she couldn't let herself get distracted.
"Stop it."
Dash withdrew her hooves from Twilight's wing, and Twilight’s eyes welled up as though she wanted to cry. She couldn't stop her hooves the way they were moving now, or she'd lose it.
She felt Dash's hoof on her shoulder.
Twilight looked to her side at the stern set of eyes peering over at her. Almost purely out of sudden onset worry at what she had done wrong, Twilight's hooves stopped.
"Don't stress for it like that," Dash said. She gave Twilight's shoulder a reassuring pat and traced her hoof along Twilight's back until she found wing again. "If you push and get all tense it's not gonna come, and then this'll all be pointless. Just relax and let it come."
Twilight felt like she was being told not to reach for a goal that was right in sight, but she understood. She nodded, her eyes wide, and Rainbow Dash smiled at her.
"Great. I thought of something else that might help too."
Dash pulled her hooves away yet again, leaving Twilight on her side with a pair of stiff, sensitive wings, and a giant, throbbing dick between her legs, both in dire need of attention.
"Lie back down," Dash directed, and Twilight complied without hesitation.
Dash lifted herself from the bed with a flap of her wings and flew to Twilight's feet without a pause. She landed on her knees, face to face with the giant length of flesh poking up from where Twilight's marehood had once been.
Twilight stared downwards at her cock and her friend kneeling in front of it. She watched as Dash smirked and leaned forward, placing one hoof on Twilight's pelvis right next to the base of her cock.
"Let me know if this is too much," she said, and dove forward.
Again, Twilight was rendered speechless. All she could do was gasp, loudly, so she did.
The feeling was beyond words.
Dash's mouth felt like what Twilight imagined pony heaven must feel like. It was everything perfect at once: warm, wet, tight, soft, and all of it slobbering a healthy amount of saliva to mix with Twilight's constant gushing of precum to coat her entire length in slippery, wonderfully perfect slickness. Dash's mouth was unbelievable. Twilight screwed up her chest for a moment, searching for the sound that would properly tell the world how amazing Dash's mouth felt, sucking her off so matter-of-factly. She lost any attempts at poetry as Dash, still wearing a sort-of smile, leaned further forward and took the whole first half of Twilight's cock inside her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as she tried to swallow the bulbous head and rest of the shaft.
"Oh my gosh... Rainbow, that feels so good, s-so good..." Twilight stammered the simplest thing she could think of as Dash's lips slid down her shaft. Every second was a new pinnacle of ecstasy. To a mingling of Twilight's disbelief and all-consuming pleasure, she felt Dash's hooves then, on the part of her cock that Dash's mouth wasn't big enough to fit; without even waiting, Dash started bobbing her head in a rhythm, keeping a steady pace and making schlup schlup schlup sounds as her mouth was filled over and over with the head and first few inches of Twilight's impressive girth.
Now she felt close.
"Dash, if... if you k-keep that up... I feel like I'm gonna..."
"Mhm-hmm," was Dash's only acknowledgement, murmured between her lips and around the head of Twilight's cock. The additional complexity of the sensation drew another wordless moan from Twilight, and she tilted her head back. She had to close her eyes because she couldn't look at the playful, earnest face between her legs sucking her off or she knew she would shoot everywhere...
Dash pulled her mouth off Twilight's cock with a pop.
"Go ahead Twi, whenever you're ready. I know you need it." Dash's hooves took over as she held her face just at level with the head of Twilight's cock and licked, alternating between her tongue and soft kisses on the underside of Twilight's sensitive glans.
Panic struck Twilight as her climax approached. For a reason she couldn't explain, she felt worried. She had never cum like this before. She had never gotten a mess anywhere. Her orgasms had always been clean, and infrequent. With boys... or at least boy things, there was cleanup involved. And now she was close, and Rainbow Dash's hooves weren't stopping and they felt so amazing...
"Dash," Twilight gasped, forcing her eyes open as she neared her point of no return. "The... the bed... I'm g-gonna... make a mess... everywhere..." Twilight managed between her body’s insistent focus on gasping for breath, coupled with the moans that slipped their way into her every attempt at speech.
Rainbow Dash grinned and opened her mouth, taking in the whole of Twilight's cockhead for a second before pulling her mouth back. Twilight let out a small 'oh', a tiny addendum to her increasingly delirious state as her climax neared.
"Don't worry about making a mess," Dash said, lapping around the middle of Twilight's sizable shaft. "We can worry about that later. You just focus on relaxing. Focus on how good it feels."
"It feels sooooo good," Twilight moaned, struggling with her hips' constant demand to go upward against Dash's touch.
"You gonna let me finish getting you off so you can feel better?" Dash asked, her tone still coloured with a mischievous inflection between helpful and playful.
"Yes, please, please," Twilight mumbled. It didn't matter what Dash said, she would have answered yes, because if Dash stopped now Twilight felt like she would die...
"Then go ahead whenever you're ready," Rainbow Dash said, giving a long lick along the whole of Twilight's shaft from bottom to top. Rainbow Dash held her tongue for a second as she finished sliding it over Twilight's head, as though an idea had suddenly popped into her mind.
"Princess," she added, her tone humble and impish at the same time.
That was all it took.
Twilight had pleasured herself in the past. She had even, on one or two occasions, been pleasured by somepony else, at least as much as she could call the one or two awkward fumblings she'd been privy to 'pleasure'. At least when she was by herself she had a guarantee of the situation. The sensations were familiar, the methodology was inherent, and Twilight's climax had always been there when she needed it, ready to drape over herself like a warm blanket.
That was what it felt like when she came normally: like a sudden wave of good feeling that swept over her whole body, and made her hooves feel tingly and sometimes her fur stood on end, and she just wanted to lie back in bed and sigh and cuddle up with a good book once her mind was clear.
This was the opposite of that in every way.
Instead of waiting patiently for her and then wafting in with the waves, Twilight's climax barrelled towards her like a freight train. She had felt it on the periphery when she tried to will herself closer, and then had felt it again the first time she had been inside Rainbow's mouth; but now she felt it, and it quickly became apparent that Twilight had wildly misjudged her previous suitors when they had professed that controlling themselves after the point of no return was difficult, or impossible. Twilight understood completely.
In the same fashion as the intensity of its approach, Twilight's orgasm hit her like a cannon ball. One moment she was straining and pressing and yearning for release – in the next instant, like a door falling open with a thousand pounds of pressure bind it, Twilight's composure shattered completely.
She'd felt in the past that when she came she could be quiet, if not silent, and enjoy one or two seconds of tasteful bliss before she felt sufficiently cleansed of the experience.
Now she couldn't have kept herself quiet if somepony had payed her a million bits.
"Oh, Dash, I'm.... cumming!"
The announcement felt cliche even as Twilight said it, but she could find no more concise a phrase to describe how good she felt, and what the results of that euphoria were.
And she came. Harder than she'd ever imagined was possible.
The bullet velocity, body-wracking intensity of her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, and she shivered, arched her hips, and came. Her cock spasmed so violently that Rainbow Dash drew her face back in shock, just in time to avoid the first shot of cum. When Twilight came, her cock fired a volley of white liquid straight into the air, faster and harder than either pony could comprehend, let alone Twilight in her mind-addled state. The spray of cum vanished, perhaps stuck to the ceiling or disappeared to parts unknown.
Dash had the presence of mind to use her hooves to direct Twilight's next shot, which she did; right at her own face.
She didn't even close her eyes as she felt the all-consuming shudder run along Twilight's shaft, followed by what must surely be...
Twilight's second burst was tamer than the first in speed, but the volume was something unexpected. Rainbow Dash's expression changed from an idle smile to complete disbelief as a cupful of creamy cum splattered right across her forehead, nose, and mouth. She pulled back, almost sputtering, as she tried to reconcile the amount of jizz she'd received. Twilight, for her part, simply groaned, and ground her hooves into the bed as another all-consuming stream of pleasure readied itself in her royal balls.
Dash was nothing if not committed. Though she was still reeling from the first load she'd managed to catch, she aimed Twilight's cock-head squarely at her face again – though, this time she had the foresight to close her eyes.
Twilight's third volley was like a held-down nozzle at an ice-cream machine. The size of her load was too much to simply coat Dash's face, and so the majority of it trickled down to Dash's chin and began to drip onto her chest. In spite of herself, Dash gave a tiny, almost imperceptible moan, though it was drowned out by the volume of Twilight's constant 'ahh's.
Having no more room on her face for cum, Dash aimed Twilight's still spurting member at her body, and the fourth volley painted a roadway of shiny, translucent jizz from her collarbone all the way to her waist, making long streaks in her fur that looked as though Twilight had gone at her blue coat with a paintbrush.
Twilight's cock jumped as she sprayed her next strand, and it caught Dash off guard. The sudden impact of a glass's worth of jizz hit her in the chin and mouth, and a little bit went up her nose. Dash opened her mouth to breathe as a result of her suddenly impeded nasal passages, and as a result, let the bulk of Twilight's already delivered load drip down her face and onto her tongue. She rolled with it though; despite her coughing as she attempted to clear her nose of cum, Dash managed to look as enthusiastic as possible as she collected a pool of white goo on her tongue and slurped it inside to be swallowed. Twilight let another spurt go, and Dash caught most of it with her open mouth, swallowing it as well.
After five or six shots, the intensity of Twilight's orgasm calmed, but it didn't stop. The next few spurts as her cock milked itself in the throes of Dash's caress dribbled down Twilight's shaft and between her legs, dirtying the sheets just as she had feared. One or two came a bit harder and managed to land on Dash's stomach, building up into a nice, several centimeters thick pool on Dash's bright cyan fur.
Until, as Twilight felt her entire body had been drained, she stopped. Her cock gave one last twitch, and then stilled itself.
Rainbow Dash fell forward immediately. The collection of cum coating her front and face came with her, no longer held up by the precarious magic of her posture, and the majority of it hit the sheets or Twilight's side, slathering everything available in a slick coating of pearly-white fluid.
Twilight gasped for breath like she had run a marathon. Though Dash had been on the receiving end, her breathing was laboured as well, though more restrained given her relative lack of activity.
Dash turned onto her side and smirked at Twilight, who was still open mouthed, her mind on some far-off planet with the residuals of her climax.
"Feel better?" Rainbow Dash asked.
Twilight panted raggedly, turning her face but unable to speak. She nodded through her gasps, and Rainbow Dash smiled at her. The two of them lay there for a moment until Twilight gathered enough oxygen to form words again.
"Yes," she said, still mostly breathless. "Much better."
Twilight reached a hoof over to Dash, and Dash took it with her own, the two of them holding each other with a soft touch.
"Thank you," Twilight said, her eyes soft and relaxed. She felt free of stress for the first time in days.
"Don't mention it," Dash said, still smiling. "That's what friends are for, right?"
Twilight grinned back at her.
"Maybe really special friends, I guess."
Twilight giggled, and Rainbow joined her, the pair still holding hooves between their sweat-covered bodies.
"So," Dash said after their laughter had calmed, "ready to get outside and learn to use those new wings?"
Twilight nodded.
"Of course. Just give me a little bit of time to clean up and–"
Twilight stopped mid sentence, and her expression changed from finally satisfied relief to an open-mouthed horror.
"Oh no!"
Dash furrowed her brow and brought her other hoof around to give Twilight's a squeeze.
"What? What is it?"
Twilight pulled her hoof free and pointed toward the end of the bed.
"Look!" she said, her voice shaking.
Rainbow Dash looked.
There, between Twilight's leg, was a hearty dong, still standing relatively tall. It's tip was dripping with the remainder of Twilight's final spurt of cum, and the shaft was coated besides. It wasn't fully hard, but from a distance it looked to be at least halfway there.
It hadn't gone away.
"What did I do wrong?! Why is it still there?"
Dash gave a short nod, mostly to herself. Twilight's panic didn't seem to phase her. She turned to Twilight and put a hoof on her shoulder.
"I think I know why."
Twilight turned to Dash just as the pegasus flapped her wings. Dash lifted herself off the bed and landed beside it, facing the wall. With her stomach and face still wearing a slight coating of Twilight's jizz, she leaned forward and braced herself against the wall with both her forelegs. She pointed her rump straight at Twilight and flicked her tail in the air, the multicoloured splash giving a tantalizing framing to her curved back and presented backside.
"It just knows we're not done yet. Probably wants you to learn how to really use it."
Twilight's mouth fell open. Between her legs, her shaft hardened, brought fully to life by sudden blood-flow as Rainbow Dash's waggled her butt in Twilight’s direction..
"Come on, let's go. I'm not giving up until you feel better.” Dash looked over her shoulder with a soft grin, and her eyes twinkled as she waggled one eyebrow at Twilight.
"After all... what are friends for, right?"
