Lesson Number One

It had been quite some time since Twilight had been inside the royal library. Between the library she currently had been living in, and all the adventures she had been having with her new friends, she had barely given it any thought. She put her hands to her hips (the width of which she was oblivious to) and let out a sigh, "I can't believe I could ever leave this place. Classics upon classics are stocked in these shelves. Whatever the princess asked me here for, I'm just glad I could be in here again."

 

"Whatever you say, Twilight," said Spike, fumbling with a satchel full of scrolls, "I just want to know why I can't come with you when you see her! ...Not like I care or anything."

 

"It's probably very official business, Spike, nothing personal. The princess specifically requested I don't bring the others with me. I just hope it's nothing dangerous!" She perished the thought by scooting over to the nearest shelf and pulling a tall, thick volume entitled: 'Electric Mammals and You: A Beginner's Guide'. "Ah, one of the best works of fiction ever written. Nobody could ever write quite like Christian the Quick."

 

Seconds turn into minutes into hours as Twilight read through book after book in a trance-like state. She always got like this when she was presented with a bunch of new reading material. Reading was all she had when her friends weren't with her. Before she moved to her new home, it seemed to her as though besides Spike, who was more of an assistant or a pet, her only friends were books. The feeling was much better nowadays, knowing that wasn't the case anymore. But now the sun had nearly set, the signal that Celestia would see her now, as she was just finishing her duties and letting her sister take over for the night. Twilight quickly finished the last 20 or so pages of the book she was on, neatly placed it where she found it, and walked towards the main hall. Spike had fallen asleep on the floor, but she knew better than to wake him up.

 

She was always a welcome guest in the castle. She was on a first-name-basis with all the guards, and she knew the layout of the building like the back of her hand (mainly because she had read the memoir of the architect behind it, but still, like the back of her hand). She passed by each guard, and each said, "Good evening, Miss Twilight." They all said the same thing today. Perhaps there WAS something threatening going on and they had tightened up security. As always, she began to worry to the point of quaking at the knees, which she could barely hide from the guards as she passed. But even then, they all spoke the same line in the same tone, which only perpetuated Twilight's fears. She wished she could just find-

 

"Oh, there you are, Twilight! Oh, you look a mess! I'm dreadfully sorry, but Luna was awfully chatty tonight. And I can see you know how eerie the castle can be at night."

 

Oh, thank Celestia, Twilight thought, it's Celestia. Her worry was immediately comforted. Celestia had this air of calmness about her at all times, it seemed. She wore nothing but her beautiful royal tiara and a flowing, white robe that always seemed to cover what it needed to (no small task, as Twilight sometimes observed) no matter how it flowed. It was a very exquisite, rare cloth which was very smooth to the touch and waved like the ocean. However, no man-made robe in the world could flow as gracefully as Celestia's hair. Beautiful flowing locks of reds, blues, greens, and all colors in between them which went all the way down to behind her calves, which is quite the distance for her height of 6'3", towering over Twilight by just over half a foot. "Now, if you'll follow me to my quarters, we can get started."

 

"B-but, princess, your quarters? Most of our talks take place in your office where your briefing materials are kept," replied Twilight as she followed closely behind Celestia.

 

"Oh, I'm certain I want this meeting to be in my quarters, my dear pupil. You'll see why soon enough."

 

A few minutes later, they were in the large, warm room, windows shut and candles lit. Celestia layed herself down on her humongous, cushiony bed and looked at Twilight with a glint in her eye before sultrily saying, "Oh Twilight, your feet must be killing you from all of that walking today. Why don't you come sit down on the bed with me?"

 

Somewhat confused, Twilight responded, "O-oh that's okay, p-princess. I-I took a chariot here, so I haven't actually w-walked that far today..."

 

"The BED, Twilight."

 

Twilight suddenly found herself compelled to do as the princess said. There was a rare tinge of royal command in her tone. It comforted her in the back of her mind to know that their leader can be assertive if needed. She removed her shoes in a polite fashion and sat a respectable distance from Celestia, but Celestia moved in closer, "Now, Twilight, do you have any idea why I've called you here?"

 

"W-well, princess, you s-said that it had something t-to do with the task you gave me before I m-moved. A-am I not making friends correctly? Do I not have enough friends? Oh no, I've gotten my whole compatability algorithm entirely wrong, haven't I? I KNEW I should've carried that-"

 

"Calm down, calm down. You've made friends just fine, Twilight. It's just that...you haven't quite made exactly the kind of friend I was thinking of."

 

Twilight, still frantic and confused, almost yelled, "W-what? Y-you mean there's another kind of friend I could be making? Th-that's a whole new variable to the equation! I-I, I...I mean, princess, that I-I-I..."

 

Celestia smirked and began to remove Twilight's socks, Twilight unable to stop her, "Oh, poor, naive Twilight. You were never that good at picking up on innuendo in writing. Maybe I could spell it for you better. I'd like you to think of every letter I've sent to you since you moved."

 

"Alright, P-Princess, I-I've memorized them...mostly. Ehehe..."

 

She then began to pull Twilight's skirt down slowly but surely, while moving ever closer and whispering, "Good. Now, replace every instance of 'Friend' with 'Friend with Benefits'. Then replace every instance of 'Lesson' with 'Sexual Position'. Do you understand what I'm getting at, Miss Smarty-Pants. Or rather, Miss Smarty-Panties."

 

Twilight was filling with feelings she had never experienced. And yet, she tried to remain professional. Surely Celestia was just making her comfortable. She was much too tense before. Yeah, that must be why.

 

"B-but why would you want th-that, princess? I thought I n-needed to make meaningful friends!"

 

"Twilight, you had friends here in Canterlot, but you were just no fun at all! Although, I'll admit that's certainly improved since your move. Still, imagine expecting an in-depth written account of your first sexual encounter in your new abode and getting some sappy bullshit about how sharing is important. You seriously didn't know I had tons of spare tickets? However, that's beside the point. What's important now is that your friends have paired off on their own in the absence of any initiative from you. The athletic one and the cowgirl have hatesex so often its unhealthy."

 

"Princess! H-how could you know that?"

 

"What do you think the telescope is for, Twilight? Stargazing? That's Luna's thing."

 

Twilight's panties were already at her knees, which were trembling. Not entirely from fear, though. There was a certain...pleasure involved. Words could barely escape her lips, "W-well, P-pr-princess, I g-guess  I sh-should t-try and, um...seduce one of m-my friends back home, hehe. I-it's been n-nice visting you..."

 

"Oh no, Twilight, on the contary, I find it's better for us that you haven't gotten involved with anyone yet. I shouldn't have expected you to build your harem without any guidance. You're too inexperienced."

 

"H-harem?"

 

"Oh yes. Why do you think those 5 were in charge of the celebration when you arrived? They represented a nice spectrum. I'm not going to live more than anotehr Millenium, Twilight, and you're the only one I trust to succeed me. There's one thing every good princess needs before all else, and that's a harem. The amount of women I've had on this bed at one time would shock you."

 

Without even touching it, Twilight's shirt began to be pulled up, as though by magic. Or rather, it was magic, telling by how the gem in Celestia's tiara began to radiate a dim light. Before Twilight could react to this or what Celestia said, she heard a very faint whisper, "What amazes me most is how you don't realize what a gorgeous body you have, Twilight. Most girls would kill for womanly hips like yours."

 

Twilight's mind was struggling and failing to prevent itself from being overrun by desire. She breathed out enough sound to make a sentence, "But...Celestia, doesn't a harem materialize the, um, others?"

 

Celestia chuckled lightly in Twilight's ear and said, "What, those silly townsfolk? Twilight, you must realize that people like you and me are different than them. Better. More beautiful." Twilight couldn't speak, as Celestia's hands were around her neck and dangerously close to her private parts. As if she knew Twilight had no more words to speak, Celestia continued, "Lesson Number One, Twilight: In Ponyville there are girls. In Canterlot, we are WOMEN."

 

She proceeded to grab Twilight by the shoulders and turn her so that they were facing. She spread open both of their legs (with no resistance from Twilight) and placed her thigh inbetween her student's. It was too heavenly for Twilight not to release a small moan of delight. Then, Celestia moved her hand to the back of Twilight's head and brought it directly into her heaving busom. They were soft, smooth, and large, everything perfect breasts should be. Twilight felt as if she was being caressed by a cloud.

 

"Do you see, Twilight? This is what royalty can do. This is what a goddess can do. I can show you things you never could in that treehouse of yours. All I need is your word, and I'll make it all happen."

 

"I...I-I want it. I want more." Twilight's words were muffled against Celestia's chest.

 

Celestia smiled down on Twilight in an almost motherly fashion, "Well, then, let's begin."

 

Twilight was at a sudden loss of breath. Not because of what had previously occurred, but just out of nowhere. At the same instant, the cleavage her face was buried in became much deeper, and her legs spread wider, as the thigh between them became thicker. Twilight couldn't believe it. Celestia had just turned the very air around them into mass.

 

"Oh, my little intellectual, we have a lot of studying and experimenting to do."