Case Study 201: Princess Twilight Sparkle
Note: While traveling through Canterlot, the goal of meeting the royal sisters in mind, I happened to hear of Twilight Sparkle, Princess Twilight Sparkle. A beautiful mare that had ascended into nobility very recently. From what I could pull together, she had been Celestia’s pupil for a duration of time, and had exceeded in magic far beyond her years. At a critical moment, where everypony thought she had died, she met on the celestial plain with the Sun Goddess herself. When she returned, she was a muck-blooded Alicorn.
Naturally, the journalist side of me prompted an interview with her, and after clever planning on my behalf, I succeeded. I knew of Celestia’s frustration over Princess Twilight Sparkle’s laissez faire behavior when it came to finding a suitable mate. Rightfully living up to the deviant I pride myself to be, I directed the interview in that direction. Through a bit of drink, a bit magic, and a lot of generosity, I got the story out before she knew it. To put it brief, what goes on behind castle walls should stay there. Or not.
If you’re looking to cut to the chase, as some of you must be, jump to the (NSFW) break further down.
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While I’m on my way to Celestia’s chamber, why not indulge in the wondrous outdoors? I reason with myself, banking left suddenly to avoid the long, stuffy hallway. As soon as my hooves pull me into the open courtyard, I feel a comfortable coolness that no air conditioner can ever compete with. The wind is scented with spring aromas. I’m happy.
At about the half point, where the cobblestone path curves around a bush of lavender, I stop and look up at the nighttime sky. Tonight the stars are bright, peppering the infinite blackness with a myriad pattern that fascinates me.
“They are beautiful, are they not?”
I turn to see that in her stealthy ways, Luna has arrived to stand at my side.
“Yes, I can’t believe you painted it, the power it must have taken…”
“The patience, actually-” Luna corrects “-but I wonder now, why are you awake at this hour? Is something troubling you?”
“No, that’s not it,” I explain with a smile to reinforce my claim. “I’m heading over to Celestia’s chambers to have a lesson on Genealogy.
“Genealogy. Yes, I think you will enjoy it. Are you exactly aware as to what she’ll be doing?”
I blush helplessly. “Yes. This isn't the first time she’s tried to teach me, but the second. The first time… well, we'll just leave it at ‘I wasn't prepared.”
For a moment, silence pervades, that is until I feel a tingling around my tail, followed by a warm sensation that begins to spread, starting at my rump, and ending at the base of my neck. Suddenly, the night seems so much colder. I turn to Luna with a quizzical stare. She’s smiling. I can't help but raise my brow in curiosity.
“It is a spell that will… help.” The evasive nature of the moon goddesses’ statement only goes to increase my suspicion.
“Exactly what spell, Luna?”
Luna begins to leave, and I feel my heart clench. At the last moment she turns back to me, a slight smile on her muzzle.
“I will tell you on the way.”
I exhale deeply in relief and follow her towards the southern tower- the one Celestia resides in.
“The spell I cast on you is the definition of making the best out of what was once bad; I had originally created this spell out of malice. Nowadays, however, I have given it a different purpose.” Luna bends down and blows gently on my side.
Where her breath comes into contact with my coat, I feel an incessant tingling sensation, as if I need to itch the spot.
“It enhances your sense of feel. As much as I would not like to admit it, when I was Nightmare Moon, I would use it on my prisoner before they went in to be tortured. But those times have gone and past, so I use it now to help.”
She needn’t explain exactly what she meant by help. The rest of the walk was in silence. I myself anticipating a wild night. Luna, as unreadable as granite.
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…Good evening, Twilight.” Celestia greets me as I walk into her roomy chamber.
She’s at her desk, scribbling on a piece of parchment paper. Other than the rhythmic scratch-scratch of her quill, and the paced ticking of the gilded grandfather clock, the room is silent.
“I was beginning to wonder if you were going to turn up at all”-at that moment Luna walks into the room-“and evening to you as well, Sister,” Celestia addresses formally. “Your sky tonight is truly wonderful.”
“Thank you, Celestia,” Luna replies, bowing to her sister before making her way past me and over to a wardrobe.
“And its good you’re here, Luna, I was going to call on you for assistance”-she turns to me- “Twilight, make yourself comfortable on the bed, please.”
This was it, the beginning of the lesson. Biting my lower lip in anticipation, I slowly make my way over to the silky mattress. As I lie down, I sink a bit into the covers, and my body is engulfed by the feeling of water submerging me. It helps to ease the tension. As Celestia rises up from her chair and makes her way over to me, I feel my face flushing red helplessly.
“Um, well. I. I think I’m ready,” I say to her, writhing from the backlash my own doubt and anxiety is inflicting upon me.
Celestia shakes her head. “No, you’re not-” she then turns to Luna- “please, close the door and dismiss the guards. Thank you.”
“As you wish, sister.”
For a moment, I catch a streak of midnight blue out my peripheral, and then my attention is back to my mentor, and her vibrant purple eyes. I hear Luna send the guards off. When the click of the door closing echoes around the room, Celestia’s demeanor changes into something along the lines of what I would call mortal, and, what, a bit seductive? The change surprises me.
“Well, they’re gone, Sis,” Luna assures, the undertone of royalty she normally speaks with absent. “I’ll get the camera.”
“Wait, what?” I’m broken out of the haze of anticipation. “Camera?”
“Yes, we’re to, um, archive this event for the royal database. How else do you think we're going to find you a suitable mate? First impressions are what count!” Celestia explains.
“Celestia, why are you acting so strangely?” I wonder aloud.
“I’m not acting strange, Twilight- I’m acting like myself. You’re only starting to realize the image we as royalty have to hold, and how tiring it can be. It’s good to be able to kick back once in awhile and just be ourselves.”
I scratch my head, trying to come to terms with the new information I’ve been given. In theory, it makes sense. I would never complain if once in a while, the atmosphere was not so tense. I can get used to this, actually. I let a timid smile creep over my features, and Celestia gives me one in return.
“See, now you’re ready.”
I nod and spread my legs, giving her a clear view of my marehood.
“Incorrect.” Her disapproval makes me tense and quickly pull my hind legs back together. “Sex isn’t sex without a bit of foreplay. If that wasn’t the case, Applejacks dog could mate a noble and get away with it. No, we as Equestrian Royalty have a name to live up to; we are the masters of foreplay”-she turns away from me to glance at Luna- “you can start recording now.”
“Sounds good.” Oh yes, I noticed that subtle undertone of mischief lacing her comment. “Smile for the camera.”
Celestia chuckles and removes her prided tiara, levitating it over her shoulder and onto her writing desk.
“Wouldn’t want to get anything on it, right?” she muses, her smile widening. “Imagine the commotion I’d stir up if I arrived at the next procession ceremony with a splattered headpiece!”
I let out a timid laugh to match my smile, and nod my head in agreement. Here I am, still trying to adapt to the one-hundred-eighty degree shift in the atmosphere- making a fool of myself.
“And don’t worry, Twilight, the nervousness you’re feeling is natural. I’d imagine this is a different situation than what you are normally used to.”
“It is, Celestia. I haven’t done something like this before, but, but I want to now. I suppose it’s about time I delve into some Genealogy.”
“Agreed.”
And with that Celestia leans in and kisses me- does more than kiss me- I can feel the tip of her warm tongue tracing a path down my cheek. When she pulls back, leaving a line of saliva in her wake, I can feel that same tingling sensation. My body shivers in a sudden affection and I look lovingly at my teacher.
“Did you like that?” I hardly hear her ask me that question.
“Yes,” I reply, baffled.
The spell cast on me was really helping out with the situation; I have to remember to thank—
Celestia leans in again, but this time, heads right for my muzzle. Almost subconsciously, I meld into the kiss, and return it with a rather amateur one that’s based more around raw emotion than any sort of discipline. To my greatest frustration, again Celestia pulls back.
“Not so sloppy, your lover won’t enjoy that.” As if to emphasize her claim, Celestia brings a hoof to her lips and wipes off any excess saliva.
Yet again, I find myself embarrassed and blushing.
“How am I supposed to do it then? Can, can you teach me?” I ask, proving to her that I'm willing to learn.
“Of course I can,” Celestia replies. “That was what I was going to go over next.” She pulls back in until we're touching nose to nose, and when she speaks, I can feel her sweet breath caress my cheek. “I like the passion behind it, but it needs to be dryer, more refined. Try to use that passion of yours as the driving force behind the kiss, but when you actually come into contact with that special somepony, he’ll only be experiencing—”
She brings her lips to my muzzle once more to give me a dry, yet heated, smooch.
“—a clean, intimate kiss. Now you try.”
I nod once before closing my eyes and channeling my pent up ecstasy into the motion. Before I know it, our lips touch and I feel a curious tongue enter my mouth. Mimicking her motions the best I can, I bring my own tongue out and tangle with hers, electing a soft moan as a line of our combined saliva’s escape through the corner of my muzzle.
As if that was the catalyst for phase two, Celestia falls against me and pulls me back down to the smooth surface of the bed. It’s there that our combined actions get a bit more frantic. Again, as if driven on by some ethereal force, I find myself rubbing my hoof down her back, following the contours of her spine till at long last, I stop at her tail. Naturally, it begins to rise, tempting me to move down a bit further and show some generosity to her winking marehood. I don't feel comfortable doing that just yet, however, so I hover around her cutie mark, skipping about like a hummingbird. The tease I unintentionally am.
All the while, Celestia has been making bold moves towards my own sweet spot, and yet unlike me, skips the plot and starts to caress my thighs. Behind her ever descending hoof, that characteristic sensation of itching highlights the path she’s taken. As she rubs back and forth across my inner thigh, I convulse as I’m struck by a wave of arousal and ticklishness. Curling my hooves inwards, I sigh contently and let her take control.
“This here-” her voice is husky “-is a good place to move next. If you’re dealing with a stallion and haven’t been able to raise his fifth leg with your kissing, the surefire alternative is the inner thighs.” She continues to minister her caresses, and suddenly I’m wet.
Sure, I’m sweating, but what I’m referring to is the sudden sensation in my sweet spot. Dripping a bit, a line of fluid escapes my vagina to roll over Celestia’s hoof. She brings the liquid to my muzzle and smears it across, ensuring that a good amount settles just beneath my nose. The musky smell that begins to trump the scent of perfume and aged wood is different, something I haven't really experienced before. A strange feeling of what I would call primitiveness begins to fog the corners of my mind.
“Use their precum to force their logical mind out of their head. You want them to fall victim to their primitive side-” and then, as an afterthought “-things get more exciting when that happens. Who wants a gentlecolt ramming you in his prissy ways? I sure wouldn’t. Any stallion, when in the right place, go to all ends to give you the mating experience of a lifetime.
If I was more lucid, I would have nodded. Taking my silence as confirmation, Celestia moves into phase three.
“Once you have them in the right place, the fun begins. Now you can spread your legs.”
I feel a vale of magic beginning to spread me wide, and I wince as the balmy air hits my puffy member. Any discomfort I might feel, however, is eradicated by the time Celestia’s new plan-of-action becomes realized. Altering her position on the bed, she positions herself in a way so that her muzzle faces my dripping member. I know exactly what she plans, and by My Mentor, my body needed it; craved for the carnal act as a diamond dog would crave a valuable ruby.
I knew she knew my predicament, and yet instead, she chose to tease, flittering in and out of the damn spot with expert precision. She’d move towards my marehood with what seemed to be an intention to make contact, but then at the last second, veer off and start over. As this cruel act goes on for an extended duration, I find myself making a mess; both of her mattress, and myself. By the time she finally decides to follow through and make contact, I’ve covered my hind legs, tail, and the silky-smooth blankets beneath me with the rank smelling, liquid arousal.
She doesn’t seem to mind though, and willingly pushes her muzzle nose-deep into my snatch. Before pulling out, she extends her tongue and give one good lap at my insides, eliciting a drawn out squeal from my chest- a simple consequence of my blatantly apparent helplessness.
When she pulls out, she slides up my stomach- not forgetting to grind deviously across my snatch while on her way-and kisses me again on the lips. I can taste my own vaginal fluids, mingling now with her own natural flavors. I wonder rather suddenly what she tastes like down there, but have no time to consider the possibility.
In no time, or, following that horrid cliché Rainbow Dash started, ten seconds flat, she’s back down in my nether regions, getting personal with my other set of lips. On her second attempt, her tongue remains in me for a much longer time, toying with my engorged clitoris until I squirt. The liquid-to what seems to be Celestia’s greatest delight-shoots out and splatters across her forehead and cheek, eliciting two things from my mentor: A blush, and a renewed vigor in her motion. Skillfully, she continues to give me cunnalingus, stopping just in time to prevent me from orgasming.
Finding the pressure to be too much, and my conscious long gone, I ignite my horn and force her head forwards. He eyes widen as half her muzzle becomes submerged in my gaping pussy, but that gaze of hers softens as she ignites her horn. To my greatest woe, her matured alicorn magic trumps mine, and I find my telekinesis grasp break apart.
I begin to beg with my eyes for her to finish me off, and thrust vainly in her general direction, hoping to land on something I can grind against. ‘Vainly’ is the key word here, as I find no such relief, and instead, am forced to suffer under Celestia’s will; bend at her every whim and command.
“Yes, magic can help in any situation, but your horn, the place where it all comes from, is a tool on its own. Observe, Twilight.” Like I have much of a choice.
Bringing her head down to my one untouched area, she rests the smooth tip on its rim. Was she actually going for my tailhole? A new wave of uncertainty brakes on the shores of my conscience, and I go to shake my head- only then to lose that drive as she makes a detour to my sodden vagina. In one quick, timed thrust, she pistols her horn in and out, collecting a fair amount of lubricant on the way.
Bringing her slick horn again to my plot, she positions herself and readies to strike. I begin to moan in anxiety, only to have it interrupted by a squeal as her tip enters a good half inch into my tight pucker, staying there for a second or two before pulling back out. Initially, the sensation I’m experiencing is alien, and I fight back the sudden urge to pass out, but soon, as she continues her experimental thrusts, I become accustom to it- dare I say I actually end up deriving some pleasure from the filthy action?
Conscience aside, my body has a different idea in mind. At each strike, it convulses in ecstasy, reveling in the unique sensation of the rigid curves etched into Celestia’s long, Alicorn horn. I feel that much anticipated climax approaching, and sensing that impending event, Celestia begins to increase her tempo, pushing more of her hard appendage in at each thrust until she’s deep enough in to lap at my pussy as well; naturally swollen and weeping at this point- emanating musky pheromones like there's no tomorrow.
The tongue, in combination with the thorough analing, is too much, and I feel my climax threatening to overwhelm me.
“I’m, I’m going to cum!” I announce, a fresh layer of sweat premating my muddled cote.
“Then come,” Celestia says simply at a gap in which my contracting vagina has forced her to pull out of my cunt temporarily.
I’m a good student, as anypony knows, so I did just that, and by My Mentor! What an orgasm it was! My whole body clenches up and my breath catches. My eyes roll into my head and I moan loudly in elation; a noise that could have probably been heard in the courtyard below. Like a magaspell, or a spring, the tension releases an explosive wave of musky fluid that surges forwards to muck what clean parts remain on my mentor’s face. The sudden soaking makes Celestia shiver in carnal elation once, but other than that she remains cool-headed. For that I have to give her a round of applause, because there I was, howling like a damn timber wolf and making a mess of everything. Only after the powerful orgasm ends, do I go limp.
“Perfect! Cut! That was fucking amazing.”
Through the precursor of a faint, I turn and look at Luna, who has just closed the camera and whom is beaming at her sister.
“But next time, I'm teaching. I think she'll like Wingplay.”
“Guilty! I’ll be the first to admit that you’re good at that. Very. Good,” Celestia purrs, sounding only slightly labored. How the heck did she manage that?
My thought process flips.
Wingplay? What in the name of My Mentor is…?
I pass out.
Author's Note
I hope you sick cloppers enjoyed! Hell, I enjoyed writing it. Up next, I think I'm in the mood for some scootadash shipping. Hmm, yes, that'll do just fine.
Don't forget to rate and comment, constructive feedback, as I'm newish to this medium, is much appreciated.
Originally posted on 08/04/2013 (12:02 PM)
