As Twilight trotted up to the council chamber double doors, she couldn’t help but shake off a feeling of unease that had followed her all the way from Ponyville. She paused and nodded to the two guards stationed outside the entry way as the note she’d read a few minutes prior to her telporting to canterlot.

“Dear Twily,

I need your heeeaaallllp in a research pr-praaahject……coming quickly—I’I mean come quickly….please…council…demands your presence….mmmmmnnn…..”

—Celestia

First off, Twilight had NEVER seen Celestia’s writing get so sloppy. It had angled and slanted down the page as if the princess was writing it with her horn while rolling around the floor or something. Secondly, she seemed unable to coherently form proper sentences, which worried Twilight even more. Celestia was always composed and ready to speak. When she did, audiences were captivated into simply silencing themselves and listening to her every word.

Thirdly….

“She called me Twily….”

Only Shining Armor or Cadance had ever titled her such, and for obvious reasons. One was her brother and relative, and the other had been her personal caretaker for her foal years. They had earned it, Celestia had never wanted to call Twilight that under the notion that it might feel off or incorrect for her to do so.

One of the guards tilted their head to twilight when she mumbled and saluted.

“Your Highness, is everything alright?”

Twilight blinked and nervously chuckled, nodding to the guard.

“I think so, um, how has Celestia been lately? she sent me a letter that…worries me…” The guard’s face went crimson and he resolutely snapped to attention, facing forward.

“Celestia has forbid any answers being given concerning her….current situation….sorry, your grace, but I can’t answer that.”

Again Twilight was startled. Celestia had never withheld information from anyone close to her…was she ill?

Oh no…is she in danger? Twilight flicked her ears back.

With a firm frown on her expression Twilight pushed open the doors with her magic and stepped in. The room was filled with a along table, and eighteen chairs. Each chair represented the ponies that helped run Equestria and keep things smooth and orderly. Two were emblazoned with the marks of the sun and moon, while all the rest were ornately carved from the finest materials.

They were also empty.

Twilight paused and cocked her head, walking up to the end of the table where her chair should have been, only to find the space clear.

“Um…hello? Celesti—AH!”

Something heavy landed on Twilight’s back and the doors suddenly slammed shut behind her. The entire room had gone black as the magic lights above sputtered and died out. Twilight was forced to touch the floor with her belly and chest, scaring her into flaring her wings and bracing her back legs so they wouldn’t buckle.

She went to turn and look behind her but felt a horn block hers from turning.

Celestia’s lusty, warm, and soft voice slipped up beside her ear, and a pair of large, hot, and engorged teats bucked into Twilight’s rump firmly. Suddenly, Twilight understood what was happening.

“C-Celesti-AH!”

Another buck, nearly lifting the smaller mare’s butt off the tiled floor.

“mmmmmiiiiine…..”