Anonpencil Writes Drunk: Head of Her Class Redux (oneshit)

>As you pass by Twilight’s room one morning, you hear the sound of soft weeping coming from inside. Despite every part of your self-preserving brain telling you to keep walking, you feel compelled to stop and look in on your castlemate. Because of course you have to do that. We wouldn’t have a story here otherwise, now would we?
>As you open the door, you see her sitting by her bed, head resting forward on her folded hooves. As she hears you enter, she looks up, sniffs, and wipes her nose on the back of one hoof. A long trail of stringy, yellow-green snot trails from one of her large horse nostrils across the back of her entire leg. You repress the urge to sneer and tell Twilight that she’s fucking disgusting, and instead opt for a concerned smile.
“Hey Twi, what’s the matter?” you say as gently as you can.
>She sniffs again and wipes once more. The snot on her arm somehow retreats back up the other nostril as she does.
“W-well,” she sputters out, voice thick with mucous. “I’ve been talking with princess Celestia and well apparently there’s this thing that all princesses have to do that I didn’t know about. It’s our responsibility or something, something we have to just suck it up and try. And… well, even before I became a princess I never did it, and I honestly don’t know how!”
>Here she again begins to wail.
>With a sigh of obligation, you move to her bedside and sit down next to her.
“Anything I can do?” you offer.
>At first she shakes her head, then she freezes all over and an idea seems to take her. Her head jolts upwards and she locks eyes with you as tears around her cheeks begin to ebb.
“Actually… maybe there is. But it’s a lot to ask. I don’t even know how to begin.”
“Twi, we’ve lived together a long time now, you can count on me! What is it?”
>She looks down and fiddles uncomfortably with the bedspread before finally blushing and looking up at you.
“Would… would you let me suck on your dick for a while?”
>Your mouth drops open and you stare at her. Would you… would she… there has to be a catch, but before you can ask, she begins talking again.
“You see, Celestia says it has to be done, and has to be done a certain way. She says she’s done it, she says Luna has, and she says I need to find someone I trust and care about to do it with. I’d do it with Spike but I’m pretty sure Rarity gave him that STD on purpose and I dunno if he has it cured yet, and you’re nice and I don’t think you’d judge me too harshly, and you’re so responsible and dependable and trustworthy and nurturing so-”
>You hold up a hand to silence her. You’ve heard enough. It’s not like you’ve been getting plenty of action around here anyway lately, and this sounds like a win-win. Besides, if Celestia is asking her star pupil to do it, it must be important. Also, apparently Celestia sucks dick, but that’s for another night and maybe another shower.
“Okay,” you say with a nod. “And I promise I won’t be mean and I’ll only give you pointers if you ask.”
>Twilight brightens and practically lunges at your crotch.
“Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you!”
>She’s already unzipping your pants, damn her dextrous hooves, and as your dick springs free, you hold up a hand against her forehead to stop her. She looks at you questioningly as you haven last, horrifying hesitation.
“Wait, you’re not going to bite my dick off or anything, are you?” you say with a glare.
>She wrinkles her nose at you and shakes her head.
“Ew, no, gross, who would do that? That’s stupid.”
>You agree, but before you can voice this, she leans forward and engulfs your cock in her warm, moist, rather cavernous mouth. The sensation is sudden, enthralling, and almost tingly. Rather than words, a breathy little gasp of pleasure slips past your lips.
>Holy shit. This is actually happening… and she’s not hurting you or messing with you or anything! Is this…is this what a good life feels like? Is this what it’s like not to be destined for pain and misfortune? You’ve never known this feeling before, and you relish every second of it.
>Twilight’s head bobs up and down over your engorged dick with an increasing rhythm. There’s no way she hasn’t done this before, even though she said she hadn’t but you’re not going to call her out on that now, it’s not worth the risk and you don’t want her to stop, not for a single beat. You’re honestly not sure why this happened, how this happened, or what all this is but you don't care.
>This. Feels. Amazing. And what on earth is that thing she’s doing with her tongue?!
>She works you over expertly, either hoof pressing firmly but tenderly along the inside of your thighs. You can't suppress a soft groan as she does that thing with her tongue again where she caresses the area just past the head before slipping down to flick along the underside.
>Huh. Pony-tongue, who knew?
>You can feel the tension building, getting you closer and closer. Already? Well, your dry spell has been pretty damn long, it’s hardly surprising, and you doubt she’ll really care that much. Her jaw has got to be sore with the pace she’s going! You tip your head back, your breathing quickening, your body clenching and relaxing in rolling waves. She half moans and mumbles something around your cock, her eyes closed and tearing at the corners with exertion.
>Did no one teach her not to talk with her mouth full? Silly princess still has a lot to learn it seems, you’ll have to tell Celestia on her.
>She says it again, and this time you can sort of hear it.
"Aahm cnmmig."
>What? It almost sounds like she says she’s... cumming? Wow, what the fuck, she really loves giving head that much? Whatever, you are too, good for her if she does, it makes you feel like a bit of a stud anyway.
>Her pace quickens, her tongue continuing to work towards the tip again.
>Oh fuck you're going to lose it if she keeps doing that. You’re close. You can feel yourself building, it’s…
>All at once, the princess of magic plunges her tongue deep into your peehole.
>You let out a cry of shock and pain as it delves deep, deeper than expected. Your mind reels, trying to make sense of all this. What is she… why? How? You thought this was going to finally be something nice, why did it have to change! To your horror you suddenly feel a hot rush of thick tingling liquid worming its way through your dick, flowing readily from the pony's tongue.
>What... no... stop! GNYGH!
>You feel your shaft and balls begin to swell with the sheer volume of it. You're not going to cum anymore, this shit hurts! Ok, kinda feels good too, but it's just way too weird. Sounding is so not your fetish.
>The princess moans as she continues to pump you full of fluids, then at last, she pulls back, cheeks flushed, shoulders trembling. You feel her tongue slither out of your insides, and the sensation is something like your dick taking a massive shit as glittery, purple liquid flows out afterwards. You're barely able to remain sitting up on the edge of the bed, but the shock of it all paralyzes you enough to keep you rigid. Well, except for your cock. Twilight licks her lips, tongue looking oddly deflated. Then she smiles at you woozily.
“Thanks Anon,” she says with a soft but strangely awkward smile.”I really needed that. Celestia will be so proud. Of both of us. Now I…er…have to go. For a while. Got… things to do in other nations, ponies to see, you understand. I’ll be back…eventually.”
>You certainly do not understand. You can barely understand which way is up and which way is down right now, but you manage to let out a warbled sound from your throat, much like the noise of a balloon deflating. She smiles, a little pityingly at you, and pats you on the shoulder and then begins to edge away.
“Aw, that’s… that’s sweet, you too,” she says. “I’ll give you some bits for pizza or something, but I really gotta go now, okay? See you in nine months!”
>Then, before you can ask questions, she turns and sprints at a full gallop out of the room. You hear the castle door slam behind her downstairs. For a moment, you sit alone, in silence, much-abused urethra continuing to leak magic pony tongue jizz.
>Nine months? What…what does she mean by that? Where’s she going? Don’t you even get a cuddle? You grumpily wonder to yourself if rooming with this princess has been a mistake all along.
>Well, it’s not until your balls begin to swell with budding life a month later that you realize just how grave a mistake you’ve truly made.

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