>You walk in the door, groceries in hand.
"Hey Twilight, I'm h-"
>Your sentence died in your throat as you saw what the lavender pony had.
>Your porn mag.
>This month's centerfold was both Lyra and Bon Bon, and it was a beautiful one.
>Less porn, and more tender loving in this one.
>That was besides the point right now.
>Twilight was staring into the pages, mystified.
>Maybe you could somehow salvage this...
>You closed the door, and her eyes snapped upwards...then shrank to tiny pinpricks.
>"O-Oh, Anon! W-w-what are you do-doing home so s-soon?" The mare asked, with a panicked smile.
>She quickly made the magazine vanish with a puff of magic, tail clamped down over her rear to hide her arousal.
>You smelled it anyway.
>Though, if she were going to try and play it off...
"I managed to find the stuff I needed for dinner right at the first stall..." You replied carefully.
>"Oh, o-okay."
>The awkwardness was thick enough to cut with a knife.
>You carried your things into the kitchen, offloading them on the counter.
>She followed, tail still clamped down.
"So..."
>She looked ready to burst.
>"AH! I'm so sorry you caught me with my PlayPony!"
"Wait, I can ex-"
>Something you just registered made you pause.
"Wait, *your* PlayPony?"
>The mare answered with a shy grin and blush, then coy nodding.
>"Y-yes...I read it for the articles, I swear!"
>Your head was still reeling from one simple fact.
"Twi..."
>"I know, I'm a bad pony..."
"We can save money by just buying one copy."
>She just gave you a dumbfounded look, then broke into giggles.
>The rest of the night was spent discussing articles and photoshoots in the mag, and hopes for next month's.
>It was supposed to be Mrs. Harshwhinny, which had you both swearing you were going to skip the centerfolds.
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>Twilight had been gone most of the day.
>She had just given you a kiss on the cheek and left early in the morning, you had assumed for some business in Canterlot.
>Being a princess meant tons of duties that she, technically speaking, couldn't tell you about.
>You had merely grumbled a sleepy 'g'bye', returning the kiss and rolling over for bed.
>That was at 6:30 in the morning.
>It was now 5:45 in the evening.
>You were a little worried, but she was a big mare, she didn't have to let you know where she was 24/7.
>The door opened and a tired, but happy, Twilicorn walked in.
>In her saddlebags were two things.
>One was a film reel, the other was a magazine.
"Oh, hey Twi. Where have you been all day?" You asked curiously.
>Wordlessly, and with a heavy blush, she lifted the magazine out and gave it to you.
>"J-just read."
>Taking it, you noticed first and foremost it was the new edition of PlayPony.
>No mare was on the cover, which was strange.
>The last time they did this was over two years ago, when a high profile mare did a photoshoot. They didn't want to ruin the surprise.
>Fleur de Lis, as you recalled.
>"C-centerfold, Anon."
>You curiously opened it, as the title mentioned "A Royal Visit."
>No way in hell that Celestia or Luna would do this...
>...on second thought, Celestia just might consider it.
>You pulled the page open, and were greeted with...
>A close up of purple flank and pink star cutie mark taking over the entire page.
>Your eyes widened to the size of basketballs, turning another page.
>Now she was on her back, on a stark white feather bed.
>Her wings were spread wide, and she teasingly had her tail coming up between her legs.
>Next shot, not so much.
>Everything was on display, and the blush she was sporting in the photo was legendary.
>Looking over at your mare, who was hovering over your shoulder, she still had the same blush.
>"S-so...?"
>You looked at her photos for a moment.
"Upstairs. Now."
>The filmreel lay on the table as she excitedly went upstairs.
>It was labeled "Twilight Sparkle Filmreel: PP."
>They not only took pictures, but filmed her.
>She was likely masturbating on camera, something the magazine wouldn't take pictures of.
>No no. For things like that, you had to have a Gold subscription.
>That was fifty bits a month, and you weren't made of money.
>As you walked in, she was on the bed making herself 'comfortable'.
>And by that, you meant she already had a toy teasing her outer lips, eyes closed and tongue out.
>She opened her eyes...and the horrid blush returned twofold.
>"A-Anon, what are you doing...?"
"I want to watch this reel from my little exhibitionist, with her. Is that alright?" You said with a smile.
>She nodded mutely.
>Equestrian pornography wasn't nearly as dirty as Earth porn, you noted after a moment, but it was still erotic.
>Less actual penetration, more teasing and toying.
>Twilight lay over your lap, your fingers running through her mane and along the lips of her honeypot.
>In the video, she was on her back, hoof tracing along her tight curtains.
>She didn't say a word in the video, as was standard.
>Didn't want to take young stallions 'out of the moment,' supposedly.
>Twilight did, however, moan.
>Both in the reel and as she succumbed to your teasing.
>You felt your zipper be undone, and your boxers pushed aside a bit, freeing her prize.
>Her maw engulfed your member, the mare's snout hitting your pelvis as she took it all.
>She stayed there for a moment, taking in a deep breath containing your scent.
>Twilight groaned peacefully, which was an accomplishment with your dick nearly choking her.
>On screen, Twilight was playing with a toy stallion dick.
>You noticed that she didn't seem too into it.
>It was subtle, but it was there.
>She had stopped making sounds on the reel, for one.
>For two, she quickly abandoned it in favor of others.
>Like a vibrator that she let rest on her clit.
>Your fingers dug deeper into the mare when she squeaked on film, and that caused Twilight to actually moan.
>You gasped when her tongue wrapped around your cock, the rough appendage running all the way down your shaft.
>The Twilight on camera twitched and cried out, the camera immediately zooming in on her convulsing cunt.
>It was twitching beautifully, and your Twilight groaned in sympathy.
>Then came, hard.
>She squealed, muffled by the obstruction in her mouth.
>The reel ended with Twilight happily and tiredly running a hoof around her sex, the film fading to black.
>Twilight's actual finish made you finish as well, down her throat.
>She swallowed the salty fluid with practiced ease, enjoying the taste and scent, before releasing your member and resting her head on your lap.
>The two of you sat there for a moment, not quite spent, but comfortable.
>Both of you could go for another two rounds if you wanted, but it was still too early in the day.
>You both hopped in the shower, cleaning one another off.
>You couldn't help but tease her a bit more, before going out for dinner.
>A late anniversary dinner, as Twilight had been away on royal duties for your actual anniversary.
>Unfortunate, but you understood.
>You, and your little amethyst-encrusted friend in your pocket, understood.