Faithful - Chap 2 - Trials and Tribulations

A precariously high stack of books wobbled above Twilight Sparkle’s head, bathed in a purplish glow. Her eyes tried to focus upwards as she concentrated intently on them. Her body was still but tensed as she prepared for the next part. Sweat appearing on her brow, she attempted to carefully life the entire stack higher into the air. It obeyed her commands, and soon she was guiding it to its proper place on the shelf.
Celestia watched on with little interest. Twilight had completely overcome her anxiety of being around the Princess, and could once again use her magic at ease around her. But her talents were nothing special after all. Twilight had barely passed the magic exam even with the latent magic Celestia had given her. She hoped there would be some spark of brilliancy at some point. Celestia sighed. The only option at this point was to keep trying. It’s not like the filly didn’t have other uses.
“That was a fair improvement, my little disciple.” Celestia gave a small nod as Twilight grinned widely. “Now, let us try something slightly more interesting…”
Celestia began dropping objects from the nearby shelves with her magic. First a small metal statue of an alicorn.
It glittered as it fell, then quickly was caught in a purplish light and slowed. It hung in the air a good 6 feet from the ground. Celestia selected another object. A large ancient tome bound in some unidentifiable leather. Perhaps the heaviest book in the room. It fell like a stone even after the purple light surrounded it. Celestia noted the strained look on Twilight’s face as she split her attention to the new object. She slowed it’s descent, and eventually stopped it mere inches from the ground. The purple filly was breathing heavily, but smiled as she realized she had caught it.
Celestia smirked slightly as she called out. “Third object, Twilight!”
A large stone bust of Luna came toppling over the edge of a thick wooden shelf. Twilight looked on it with pure panic as she froze for a moment. She pulled herself together, and grit her teeth as she concentrated on the new object. The glow in the dimly lit room blazed in bright violet as she amplified her magic output.
The other 2 objects shook and wavered in the air as she strained against the large stone statue. She could feel it weighing down on her mind as she struggled to stop its fall. Twilight could feel herself losing control of it. She immediately drew all the power she could and focused it. The book and metal statue hovered for a brief moment, and fell, creating a mighty clanging and deafening thump as they hit the stone floor and echoed through the cavernous chamber. She could feel her control instantly surround the stone bust. It was heavy, and she couldn’t lift it, but she could feel it slowing. She carefully lowered it the remaining distance to the ground, and placed it on the rock floor soundlessly. Twilight afforded herself a small smile as she collapsed in a purple pile on the cold stone.
“Very good, my student.” Celestia arose and walked over to the small pony, laying on the ground and trying to recover her breath. “However, you let the other 2 drop.” She motioned with her hoof at the large book and metal statue.
Twilight looked up with tired eyes. “I’m sorry Princess. I really did try. Maybe I’m not strong enough yet to levitate all that weight.”
“Hmm. Well, we’re going to have to work harder Twilight. This isn’t much progress at all. Now come with me, let’s go get cleaned up.” Celestia picked up the tired pony in her amber glow and deposited her on her back. The filly couldn’t help but smile. She loved riding on the Princess’s back. Her fine coat was softer then even that of other fillies. She could feel the warmth of the alicorn as she nestled her head into the small of her neck, looking up at the wispy pink and turquoise mane flew around her. Celestia bunched her wings slightly, and Twilight felt their downy softness cradle her as they walked out of the training antechamber.
Sometimes she felt so at peace and so serene here she wished it wouldn’t end. It was like living in a dream.
Celestia willed the door ahead of her open. They were in a large steaming bath room. Twilight felt herself being levitated once again, to be placed carefully on a stone bench near the open bath. Celestia seated herself next to Twilight, her flank touching the filly’s own in a close show of intimacy.
Sometimes her time here was more like a nightmare.
Twilight had thought of it many times. She had loved the Princess before coming to the palace. She still did. But everything was changed now. The things she had done with her mentor, she knew she shouldn’t have done. The more they did together though, the closer she felt to Celestia. She was learning so much, and felt herself becoming powerful. She also owed her cutie mark to the Princess. She didn’t like these private sessions very much, but they made Celestia so happy.
Was she being selfish, thinking of denying her these moments?
Celestia leaned down and kissed Twilight on the end of her horn. “You did work very hard today didn’t you?” She went lower, and licked the beaded sweat from the side of the filly’s face. The filly went beet red for a moment, but didn’t shy away. “I can tell when you work hard Twilight. You even work up a sweat using your magic. But I don’t really mind.”
Celestia kissed her playfully on the side of the snout. “Twilight, let me take care of you this time.” Celestia levitated a large sponge from a nearby shelf, and soaked it in the bath. “After all, you must be simply exhausted.”
Twilight exhaled slowly as the soothing hot water gently cascaded over her neck and mane. “Close your eyes.” Celestia wrung the sponge out and gently started cleaning the filly’s face. As she worked the sponge down lower, Twilight kept her eyes closed. She went down the purple pony’s smooth neck, and cleaned her forelegs slowly.
“Why don’t you lay on your back my pupil. I’ll bathe you all over for tonight.”
The purple filly lay down on the cool stone bench. She kept her eyes shut. Celestia noticed that her breathing had increased already in anticipation. She allowed herself a small grin.
She worked the sponge in small circular motions across the filly’s exposed stomach. Celestia noticed Twilight was still keeping her eyes shut tight. She ran the rough sponge across the filly’s flat teats. This brought forth a sharp gasp. Celestia was always amazed how sensitive even a young filly could be there. She circled each nipple with sponge, playing with the small pony. Twilight closed and opened her legs as the pleasurable feeling flowed into her young brain. She was screaming to herself to try to stop this and fight it. But a bigger part of her brain wanted to continue.
Celestia smiled as she brought the sponge across the filly’s now engorged cunt. As soon as the rough fibers rubbed the tiny clitoris, Twilight gasped sharply, and reflexively clenched her legs together. The Princess grinned wider as she played the sponge over the tiny opening. She worked it up the smooth outer lips, always slightly catching Twilight’s small nub with her long stroke. The filly didn’t take long to start pushing her hips towards the stimulation.
Twilight was nearly beside herself. She knew this feeling well by this point. She completely lost herself in the moment as she tried to push herself to her young orgasm. Every time the Princess brought the sponge away seemed a small eternity. She felt herself instinctively thrusting her thighs upwards, trying to satiate herself. But suddenly she realized the Princess had broken away. Twilight opened her eyes, and saw Celestia standing nearby, washing herself daintily. Twilight immediately blushed as she realized she was practically writhing on the bench. She sat up and tried to compose herself as best she could.
The Princess finished washing and smiled at Twilight. The filly could only blush back at her. “Now my clean little pony, let us go have dinner. I will expect you at seven in the Solarium.” She turned her flank briskly at Twilight and strode out of the room.
Twilight looked down at the steaming water. Her entire body still felt electric. And the burning in her thighs still lingered. She hopped down from the bench and tried to think of what was for dinner.

Merriweather almost always served every meal throughout the day. Twilight grew to enjoy meal times very much, since the orange coated earth pony would sometimes sit with her and talk about various topics. Twilight was now ashamed that she had at one time thought that Merriweather was but a simple servant, and was not educated or intelligent. But now after several months in the palace, she considered the elder mare one of her favorite and closest friends. Tonight she was enjoying a clover and spinach salad with honey vinaigrette; it also didn’t hurt that Merriweather was a tremendous cook.
“So how are you holding up, miss?” the earth pony spoke softly. She wasn’t eating with Twilight, as usual. Her role as a servant was never truly forgotten.
“Um, what do you mean Merriweather?” Twilight gulped hard on her current mouthful.
“Well the training of course. Princess Celestia can be very hard on her pupils. I should know more than anypony…” She said as she gazed intently on the young filly.
“Oh yes, well, it’s fine.” Twilight couldn’t quite meet her gaze. “I mean, it’s very hard sometimes. But I definitely can feel myself getting stronger. It’s what I really wanted when I came here, after all. I just wanted to know all I could about magic.”
Merriweather looked away slightly in contemplation. She seemed lost in thought for a few moments as Twilight kept eating. The servant of course was no fool. She cared about all the pupils Celestia brought to the castle. But her loyalty was to the royal family above all else.
The silence in the large hall was deafening. Even the most subtle scratch of fork on plate created loud echoes across the walls. Twilight could easily see why it was called the Solarium.  Through some magic trick, and perhaps some marvel of engineering, the ceiling was designed to show large circular segments of the sky. To the touch they were quite solid, but when viewed from below it appeared as if the guests in the hall were gazing through an open window.
It was by far Twilight Sparkle’s favorite room in the castle.
Eventually Merriweather broke the silence once more. “Miss Sparkle you know I’ve been here many years, and have seen many little ponies train with the Princess.”
Twilight stopped eating and looked on intently. The servant pony was usually very frank on subjects. This contemplative manner was not like her.
She looked at the filly with soft eyes. “I…just wish you to understand the pain the Princess has been through. To be alone all these years after banishing her sister. To see her pupils grow and eventually…pass away. A thousand years of living with the guilt and the burdens that come with her position.
“Twilight…I just am asking you not to judge her so harshly. I know this is hard to understand at your age, but she has had such a hard time of things. Please do what you can to make her feel better.”
Twilight looked down at the table, not quite wanting to meet Merriweather’s gaze. She knew more than anypony the sadness the Princess tried to hide most of the time.
She felt tears nearly welling up. “I know ma’am. There are certain things she asks of me that make me feel…uncomfortable. I really do want her to be happy. After my mother she is the mare I love the most.” Twilight looked into Merriweather’s soft eyes. “You have to know! Why does she do these things?”
Twilight was surprised when the earth pony suddenly got up and cleared the plates to a small busing cart. She stood there a moment, contemplating. Merriweather finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “Twilight. I can’t answer everything for you. But I can tell you this. There is a large void in the Princess’s heart. In return for your tutelage you are to fill this void.”
“It isn’t right though, Merriweather. I know this isn’t right. I wish sometimes it would just end.”
Merriweather turned away as she pushed the cart slowly from the table. Her head drooped down slightly as she daintily pushed the cart. She stopped for a moment. “Miss Twilight, I…” After thinking for a second she seemed to reconsider. “Good night, miss.”
Twilight sat at the large empty table for a half hour more. It was apparent Celestia was not coming. This was nothing if not a normal occurrence. She eventually got up and went over to her favorite worn red linen chair at the far end of the room. A circle of various benches and chairs for all size and shape of pony or perhaps other creatures was set below the largest skylight of all. Twilight gazed upwards and repeated a ritual she tried to do as often as possible. She went through the constellations she could see through the large open skylight.
Twilight easily found the great belt of the mighty hunter Orion. She could clearly picture her smiling brother as he visited with the Royal Guard.
The mighty tail of the constellation of Leo. She always thought back to her father. A pony of few words, but always strong and watchful over her.
She traced the shapely stars of Virgo. She thought back to her mother’s comforting frame the day of the magic exam.
A small tear gathered at the corner of her eye. Twilight used her magic to gather it up and held it in front of her. She looked through it, at the distorted walls of the palace, tinted purple with her magic. Sighing, she let it drop to the ground. The filly curled up in the comfortable chair and found herself overwhelmed with sleep.

The blazing sun piercing through the side windows awoke her gently. Twilight stretched, and then lay with her head cradled in her forelegs watching the sun rise above the horizon. She always had loved the sun. It had always reminded her of her ruler, and had seemed a symbol of power above all else.
It wasn’t any large surprise she had since taken to stargazing.
Merriweather caught her attention as the clattering cart entered the Solarium. The earth pony was not at all shocked to see the filly reclining on her favorite chair. She walked over and did her hardest impersonation of a stern look.
“Miss, you really shouldn’t sleep in here. You’re going to give yourself a stiff back sleeping in that old thing!”
Twilight smiled and sprung out of the chair, stretching her back as long as she could. “Hmph, see Merriweather, I’m fine.” She trotted over to see what was for breakfast. “I love that old chair anyways. I sleep better in it then my own bed.”
The mare smirked but didn’t say a word. “Well here is your breakfast Miss Sparkle. Walnut pancakes with plenty of maple syrup, with a cup of candied cherries.”
Twilight’s eyes positively lit up. “My absolute favorite, Merriweather! Is there a special occasion?”
“No, miss. I just thought it might cheer you up.”
The filly beamed through bites of thick pancake. The servant mare took her leave and left the unicorn to her meal. She smiled to herself as she pushed the polished silver cart out of the room.

Twilight reported to her usual training room feeling very much better than last night. She felt energized today. There was nothing she couldn’t do. Except apparently begin training. She waited for nearly an hour, reading various books from the vast shelves, but still there was no sign of the Princess. Twilight eventually felt slightly concerned. Celestia was never late to these training sessions.
She left the antechamber reluctantly and decided she should go looking for her mentor. She checked the usual spaces, thinking she had simply forgotten to come for the day. The throne room, the courtyard, all the dining areas. There was no sign anywhere. She had been putting off one last room. She steeled herself and finally decided she would go check the Princess’s bedroom.
All her weight on the mighty doors barely created an audible knocking. She nearly shouted the Princess’s name trying to receive an answer. Finally, she decided she would just go inside. She used her magic, finding the door was incredibly heavy. She focused herself, remembering her training in the days before. Focusing herself more on the important sections of the door; manipulating the hinges and using the fulcrum effect to her full advantage. The door opened smoothly for her at this point.
Twilight allowed herself a smile as she entered the dark chamber. She had been here many times, although always with the Princess. Sometimes it was merely to talk, and other times the Princess simply didn’t want to…sleep alone.
“Princess Celestia…are you here?” Twilight said softly. The scent of the room was different than usual. A strong smell of alcohol and an unpleasant sour odor assailed her senses. All the shades were drawn. Twilight focused her magic and slowly opened one. The rays of sun pierced the darkness and shown on the unkempt rump of Celestia as she was sprawled on her massive bed. She stirred as the light hit her face, groaning as she shifted her head deeper into her pillow.
“Princess? I thought we were training today?” Twilight approached the prone form slowly. “Are…you okay?”
Celestia let out an irritated growl. “Do I LOOK okay? Look…just leave me be. We’ll train or something tomorrow. Your Princess just really needs her sleep right now.”
“Do you want me to get Merriweather?”
The white alicorn had since held a hoof over the pillow, pushing it hard against her throbbing head. It did nothing. She opened her bleary eyes and snapped her head around to Twilight.
“What I want, is for you to get your worthless flank out of here and let me sleep. I swear to the Gods you had better leave me in peace right now or something terrible is going to happen, understand?”
Twilight jumped with fright. She fled the room without even bothering to close the door.
It was the first time she had ever seen any imperfection in her mentor. She always seemed so solid and perfect. There was never anything that could shake her, nothing she couldn’t handle. But this, this was different. She had seen drunk ponies before. Usually she pitied them; as her father would say, they had fallen into sadness, and the only way to cope was to drink. But she had never pictured her mentor as being prone to the same vices. Never had she pictured her as being flawed.
Twilight ran to the courtyard to an isolated corner where she could be alone. She didn’t want to talk to anyone.
Alone with her thoughts, she could finally make some sense of what she was processing. She finally realized that for the first time since she could remember, she felt pity for the Princess. For all her strength and grace, she was simply a pony like anyone else. She could make mistakes or be hurt like any other pony. At once it softened her image to the filly, but it also confused her. She had after all, always thought the alicorn was without fault. That she was above reproach and above question.
But now she began to think if she had been mistaken. Her image of Celestia changed that day.

Training went on as usual for the next few days. Twilight didn’t dare mention the incident in the Princess’s bedroom. These last three days had been simple and without distraction. The two ponies met in the morning, and studied lessons together in a large, well-lit classroom. After a quiet lunch they would put theory into practice. They entered the training antechamber, where Twilight would test her new concepts. This week they had been mainly working on aim and accuracy. It was so much easier than the Telekinetic stress tests she had been doing earlier.
The Princess was much more passive with her too. She did not know if this was good or not. On the one hand, they would usually part after finishing the business of the day, and Twilight wouldn’t see her again until the next day. This suited her just fine, really.
But she also felt there was sadness to her. She was sullen and withdrawn. The filly started to feel what she thought might be genuine concern for her mentor.
They were concluding the night’s exercises. Always fancying archery, Celestia had brought her quiver of arrows to the chamber. The fine white arrows were tipped with silver, and fletched with swan feathers. Twilight couldn’t help but afford herself a girlish giggle just holding such a personal object from the Princess.
“Alright, Twilight. I want you to get it right this time. I want you to hit all of them.”
Celestia levitated 5 apples around the far wall. She could certainly have kept them from moving, but she held them weakly with her magic, causing them to bob and wander in midair. A purple glow came as Twilight selected 5 arrows and brought them forward. ‘Concentrating on 5 objects is hard.’ She thought, and she closed her eyes. Trying to focus on one apple just threw her off. She choose to focus on the magical emanations of Celestia’s magic.
She suddenly sent all 5 arrows out like bullets at their targets. Two apples fell to the ground, neatly dissected by the finely sharpened arrows. The other 3 hung in midair, each neatly punctured by a white shaft. Twilight smiled widely as she saw her handiwork.
The Princess looked on dispassionately. “A good plan, my student. You concentrated on my magic instead of the apples.” She levitated an apple over to herself and bit into it, daintily removing the arrow. “Don’t you think that’s cheating though?”
“No Princess. We were just discussing thinking of different solutions the other day.” Twilight explained. “I just thought this would work better in this case. Did I upset you by solving it this way?”
Celestia looked at her as she took another bite. She looked at the polished apple, as if examining the arrow wound. “Hmmm, no, I guess you are right, my pupil.” Celestia placed the apple carefully on the ground with the others. She lifted her white frame off the floor heavily, and started for the door. “I think that will be enough for tonight, Twilight. Let us go eat dinner.”
The formality in her voice was gone. This was very unusual. Twilight followed her out the door into the cool air of the dusky summer night. “You mean you are free tonight, Princess? You really…want to have dinner with me?”
Celestia looked back and smiled through a tired face. “Of course Twilight. I must apologize, I have been so busy these last few weeks. I didn’t want my prize pupil to think she was being forgotten. Now come, let us eat in my study. The Solarium is so…snooty, don’t you think?”
The purple pony trotted happily after the Princess, glad for this change in her mood. “Oh, it’s not so bad Princess. I eat there almost every night with Merriweather. I like looking at the stars.”
“Oh, Astronomy. Such a complex subject for such a little pony.” She looked around at Twilight as they walked. “Twilight, I have been alive for many thousands of years. I still do not know all there is to know about the stars. Why do you enjoy them so much?”
“Well…I like that they always change. I don’t really have many friends, but I know a lot of the constellations by name. They come back every night and visit me. Every night I have a whole sky of new friends!”
Celestia was taken aback by the filly’s innocence. She found herself thinking back to long ago times. “You know, my student, I used to know someone very much like you. She was fascinated with the stars and the moon.”
“Do you mean Nightmare Moon, Princess?”
Celestia found herself cringing slightly when she heard that name uttered. She stopped walking and looked up at the crescent moon beginning to fade into existence in the darkening sky. “Twilight.” She spoke softly. “I want to ask you a favor. Please, whenever you mention her to me, call her Luna. She was my sister.”
She looked around to Twilight. Her wide violet eyes reflected the moonlight back to the Princess. She reached a hoof out and smoothed a few stray strands of her mane. “It might be hard to imagine Twilight, but when you live as long as I do, you have very few friends. And Luna…she was one of my only friends. When I lost her, I lost much more than a sister.
“She was so young when she was lost to the darkness. Barely older than you”
Twilight looked on, not quite knowing what to say. “What happened, Princess? What caused your sister to become evil?”
Celestia broke away from Twilight’s gaze and motioned towards her study. They both started walking down the smooth cobblestones of the courtyard. “Twilight, some day you may be ready for that answer. But not tonight.”

Merriweather had brought their dinner in the study at the Princess’s request. It was a simple affair of leek and cheese quiche, but as always, was delicious. Celestia thanked Merriweather as she cleared the plates. The alicorn was joking and laughing through dinner. Twilight was so relieved. She seemed to be her old self again.
After Merriweather had left with her clattering bus cart, Celestia opened a cupboard with her golden magic. Inside were all manner of bottles and flasks. She seemed to think for a moment, and then selected a slightly dusty rose colored bottle. To Twilight’s surprise, she selected 2 elegant goblets from the shelf and brought them all over to the wooden table. “Twilight, would you like to have a drink with me?”
She stared wide eyed at the bottle as Celestia slowly poured a small amount into each glass. “Well, I, um, I’m just a filly, and my mother always said I really shouldn’t, and I don’t really…”
Celestia smirked and cut her off short, thrusting the glass to her lips. Twilight was taken aback in shock as the cool metal of the goblet met her lips. “Try it Twilight.” Celestia spoke in her honeyed voice as she slowly tilted the goblet. The purple pony felt the liquid reach her lips. It was…indescribable. It was a sweet taste, almost like a honeyed fruit punch playing over her tongue. She felt the warm rush of the alcohol only after the drink had passed her tongue. All of a sudden all of her taste buds seemed to come alive at once at the newfound electrifying taste. She felt the warm sensation flow through her throat and into her belly.
“Hmm I would say that means you liked it?” Celestia chuckled.
The white mare drank deeply of her own glass, feeling the effect immediately. It was a very fine berry wine, but its age had made it potent. She walked over and sat close to Twilight, whom she noticed had taken another sip of her wine.
“Twilight.” She spoke suddenly very seriously, looking at her pupil. “Do you hate me?”
Flush with embarrassment and perhaps just a bit of wine, Twilight stammered slightly. “N…no Princess. I just, well, sometimes I am worried about you. I care for you and…I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”
Celestia seemed slightly taken aback. “Why my little pony, whatsoever do you mean.”
Twilight’s eyes were wet with her tears nearly coming forth. “Sometimes I don’t like what we do together. In…private.”
The Princess held Twilight’s cup to her lips again as the filly took another drink. Celestia smiled her fiendish little grin again. “Why Twilight, why would you ever think what we do is wrong? I am your Princess, and your mentor. I decide what is wrong and what is right.
“Are you questioning your ruler?”
“I would…never…” Twilight looked away, ashamed.
Celestia finished her goblet, and refilled it. She pushed herself next to her student, letting her graceful neck meet the top of her head, cradling her in her mane. “Shhh it’s alright Twilight, don’t worry. I am not angry with you. I could never stay angry at you.”
She started kissing Twilight’s back. The sudden sensation in such a seldom touched area elicited a gasp from the filly. Working her way up the filly’s small neck, she started kissing her on cheek and snout. She noticed Twilight did not protest. She nuzzled the filly for a few moments, enjoying the sweet smell of the wine on Twilight’s breath. She broke away for a moment, filling her mouth with wine. She kissed Twilight fully, sharing the wine with her. The surprised filly opened her eyes widely, tasting the rich berry wine playing off her mentor’s tongue.
As Celestia broke the kiss, she looked at her pupil’s flush face, her eyes closed as if enjoying the moment. ‘We’ll see how long that lasts.’ She thought. “Here my little pony, have another glass.” She filled Twilight’s goblet to the brim and forced it to her lips. She choked as the fiery liquid cascaded down her throat. Still sputtering slightly, Celestia took the moment and pushed her onto her back.
The scene before her was exquisite. A glassy eyed Twilight breathing deeply. Her goods entirely on display as her sense of modesty was overridden. Celestia nearly drooled as she brought her goblet to her once more. She tipped it slowly, letting the sweet liquid fall on Twilight’s velvet stomach, running between her tiny teats and down her puffy slit, pooling at the base of her tail. Twilight’s fuzzy mind felt the warm sensation along her nethers. She opened her legs farther to drink it in.
The Princess practically attacked her. She lapped at the pool of wine at the filly’s small ass, rimming the tiny pony in her hunger. She noticed the tight ring opening and contracting, and giggled as she wormed her tongue inside. Twilight moaned back in acceptance.
Celestia noticed her now aching plot, practically awash with her own juices. She hastily opened a small chest on her desk, and levitated over another of her toys. A realistic reproduction of a stallion’s manhood. She had instilled it with the same parasprite type magic as her precious ball. Just a thought and it sprang to life. She looked upon it gleefully. She touched it to Twilight’s smooth chest, and the reaction was immediate. The filly looked down at what must have appeared to be a monstrous intruder enveloped in the Princess’s golden magic. “Hnggg…what is…” She drunkenly slurred her speech as she clenched her legs reflexively. Celestia’s magic pried them open again.
“Not so fast my student.” She brought the intruder down between the filly’s thighs, holding the wildly pulsing tip against Twilight’s clit. The drunken pony immediately relaxed her legs, pushing herself towards the source of the pleasure. Celestia expertly ran the shaft along the young filly’s cunt, coating it in her juices. When she was satisfied, she drew it way, eliciting a small moan of disapproval from her charge.
“Now now, Twilight, you don’t get to have all the fun.” Celestia poised the now glistening toy at her own opening. She leaned down and grasped Twilight’s forehoof in her grasp. “I need you here dear.”
“Hunh?” Was all she could really manage. Twilight looked with blurred vision as the white mare used her hoof to push the dildo into her to the hilt.
Celestia moaned loudly as the shaft’s vibrations brought her precious waves of pleasure through her body. She leaned down and kissed the drunken filly deeply. Twilight accepted her completely, as her head spun and the world was awash in her brain. The Princess drank her fill from her student, eventually breaking away and smiling sweetly. “I think it’s time for an advanced lesson, Twilight.”
She jammed her hoof roughly against her young sex. The filly moaned quietly as the Princess expertly worked her delicate opening. She played with the tiny clit with the end of her carefully manicured hoof. As she played with the filly, she used her magic to work the vigorously pulsing dildo deeper inside herself.
As she looked down at the writhing filly, she smiled viciously. “I’m not quite as helpless as you think, you little foal. I don’t need your pity.”
She focused her magic on a ring around Twilight’s smooth neck. She tightened it.
Celestia was practically yelling at the small pony. “Who the hell asked you to worry about me? I don’t need your damned sympathy!”
She took her hoof away from Twilight’s sodden cunt. She replaced it with the other end of her magical parasprite dildo. She ground it into the filly’s clit, causing her to thrash wildly against the sensation.
“Never forget, my little pony, you are mine and mine alone! I will use you as I see fit!”
Celestia tightened the magic ring to constrict the pony’s airflow. Twilight coughed as she struggled to breathe. She found in her haze she could conjure no magic whatsoever. Her vision was blacking out. The only sensation she could feel in her whole body was the intense waves of heat from her thighs. Her brain fought against it, trying to fight for her survival, but in the end her libido won out. She focused entirely on her own marehood, letting the wild sensations flow through her. Her whole world was going black, but if this was the last feeling she had, she didn’t care.
Twilight’s own orgasm was more than enough for the Princess. She bucked her hips against Twilight’s, and held her head back in a silent orgasm. She was breathing heavily as she glanced down and realized the poor pony below her was suffocating. The mare released her magic as she slumped down alongside the gasping filly.
As she basked in her afterglow, she couldn’t tell if Twilight was either asleep or unconscious. “Hmm well I guess it makes no difference. You did well tonight my pupil.” Celestia brought a fresh glass of wine over to her, taking a dainty sip as she ran a hoof absently along Twilight’s soft coat.
“However you really are a lightweight.”