"Sure thing, princess. I'll have an answer for youuu...sometime next week, if that's not too long?" Twilight said, tapping her hoof on her chin.
The princess gave a warm smile and a chuckle. "Not too long at all, Twilight. Remember who you're talking to, after all."
Twilight returned the smile and continued out the room, magically closing the door behind her. The purple unicorn had much to consider about this new turn of events: On one hoof; she'd never considered that the princess may be sexually attracted to other mares, much less her! Twilight didn't really mind this, though, as she'd harbored semi-romantic feelings for her ruler for some time now. She blushed a little as her mind wandered back to when she first learned about sex, sexuality & masturbation, she'd spend many a night furiously kneading her teats and vulva, fantasizing about scenarios wherein she and the princess would act out the sauciest scenes in her favorite harlequin romance novels, fantasies she'd long ago given up on and dismissed as the feverish dreams of a young mare who didn't know what she wanted. Now, Twilight would have the opportunity to make those fantasies a reality, partially, at least.
Twilight's body returned to the ballroom on auto-pilot, that is until her mind snapped back to the present by a volley of noise and a blur of pink popping up in front of her.
"Hey Twilight! Why'd ya leave? Didjya wanna play hide-and-seek? You shoulda told us if you wanted to play that! But then I guess it'd just make it easier for me to find you, lucky for you we were already playing-"
"Pinkie..."
"*GASP* Oh but wait, I'm not it; Dusty's it! Quick, Twilight, we have to hide! Dusty's gonna find us! She's IT!"
"Pinkie."
"Ooh! Have you met Dusty? Her real name's Feather Duster, but I like to call her Dusty! Dusty's a lot cuter than Feather Duster, lemme introduce you two-"
"Pinkie!"
"Du~sty! Oh, DU~STY! *Fweet* OVER HERE! *Gasp* Oh no, Twilight! What have I done?! I gave away our position! I'm the worst hider ever! Why didn't you stop me?! You know how excited I get when-"
"PIIIINKIIIEE!!"
Twilight's outburst caused the entire room to fall completely silent, the band included. All eyes were now on Twilight, and most were either confused or perturbed.
Pinkie Pie scolded her friend for losing her temper. "There's no need to shout, Twilight. If you wanted my attention, you only had to ask." With that, her expression changed back to it's normal, happy-go-lucky smile. "So what's up?"
Now supremely embarrassed & flustered, Twilight buried her face in her hoof. "Just...just go get the others, I've got something I need to tell you, but it's getting late, and we should get to the train station. Okay?"
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Some time after the celebrations came to a close, and the daytime along with it, princess Celestia sat alone in her bedchambers, gazing out at the night sky. Her conversation with her student replaying in her mind for the umpteenth time. It did not, however, play out in her head as it had in truth, instead the princess had had the courage in her imagination to tell her pupil exactly what she'd meant when she dropped that little innuendo.
"Stupid." She whispered to herself. "I should've just told her what I meant."
Deciding that a midnight snack might cheer her up, she called for her mare-in-waiting. When the mare arrived, Celestia sharply gave her orders as soon as the door creaked open, before the young thing could even say "You called, your majesty?"
"Bring me a cake. Now. One of the Violet Transgressions."
The servant bowed her head and left, wordlessly. It took her a few minutes to return with a cake sculpture of Twilight Sparkle, built to scale and made to look lifelike.
"Your...er, cake, princess." Said the servant, placing the large silver platter down on the floor of the bedroom, doing her best to not offend.
Eyes locked on the cake, Celestia dismissed her mare-in-waiting, but with more grace this time. "Thank you, Minty. Take the rest of the night off. And please, keep this to yourself."
Once she was sure she was alone with the sinfully decadent foodstuff, she lit a few candles, and decided to act out a few little fantasies of her own.
"What shall I do to you tonight, my lovely, lovely student?" Celestia mused to the frosting-covered doll. "Shall I pretend to be Discord, come to reclaim control of Equestria, while you make believe you are me? Or perhaps...hmm?" Princess Celestia stopped in front of the cake and placed her ear close to its mouth, pretending to listen for a minute before jerking her head back and gasping, followed by a light giggle. "Oh, Twilight, you're so naughty. How on Earth did you find out about my little vore fetish? No matter, you've violated the student-teacher trust and now I'll have to punish you. Although, now I suspect you may not view it as a punishment."
Celestia placed her lips on the mouth of the Violet Transgression, her tongue taking small licks of the frosting as a sample of what was to come. With a smack of her lips, she complimented the confection. "Mmm...you taste even better than I imagined. I'm really going to enjoy this." Celestia made a mental note to give the baker a raise later. "Now then, where shall I start? Hmm...how about here?" The solar mare pointed a hoof at cake Twilight's horn. Taking the appendage in her mouth, Celestia moaned lightly before pulling it out of the head and chewing. The outside was candy coated, to simulate the hardness of a real horn, while the inside was made of the same cake the rest of the body was, with a cherry syrup filling. (A little macabre,) Celestia thought. (but no less tasty. I just hope that these cakes haven't spoiled the real thing for me...) The sun princess kept on eating, gorging herself on the treat, taking bigger and bigger bites out of it. When she didn't bite, she took long, slow, sloppy-wet licks out of the frosting, leaving strips of bare cake exposed for the goddess to see. On and on she ate, swallowing slower, harder and louder with each new mouthful of moist, chewy goodness until, at last, the Twilight Sparkle dummy found its place in her downward-bulging gut.
Moaning with abandon, Celestia flopped down on her bed, massaging her belly with her forelegs, licking the last crumbs of cake off the platter. "MMMmmmm. Let that be a lesson *urp* young lady." She said before dozing off into a deep, restful slumber, gurgling sounds and heavy snoring filled the royal boudoir that night.
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