When The Moon Comes Out...

Wandering the dreamscape could be a lonely thing on the best of nights. Luna opened her eyes to stars. She closed them and found different kinds of light shining in her peripherals. Dreams had an essence to them that scintillated in the darkness of her surroundings, and each of them radiated with its own colour. She'd often visit the nice ones, as well as the nightmares—it was soothing for her soul.

But ofttimes, she had nights where the intangible horrors that plagued ponies were already long dealt with, and she was only a short amount of the way through her shift. It was the price of being efficient, doing all of your work too early when you knew you'd be up all night either way. This was one of those nights.

Once Luna got tired of checking on the dreams of ponies random and intriguing, she materialised a short bench in her mind, lazing against it as she gazed out at the interconnecting corridors that bridged the gap between her realm and that of the sleeping. She'd seen all she wanted to tonight, and had a fairly decent time of it, but she was quickly becoming bored, and wished she had something to remedy the situation.

Still, her devotion told her she couldn't have an early night. A break, maybe, but taking the entire night off to do whatever caught her fancy? Last time she'd tried that, she'd ended up in and out of nightclubs for a week straight.

...Luna wasn't very good at knowing when to stop, so she rarely indulged herself.

What was something she could do that would be less harmful? She could visit the dreams of one of her friends in Ponyville, perhaps? No, no, it could be that there was something personal on their minds. Luna didn't wish to intrude on ponies she knew. With strangers, it mattered little, as she'd never meet them or be able to draw connections between their real lives and the things they imagined in their subconscious, but with friends, there was something intimate about dreams that ponies barely knew how to share in real life. Knowing the dreams of another was the key to unlocking them as a pony.

Which is why Luna took care to tread lightly, even when she was greatly curious. She'd often wondered what Rarity might dream about... but she'd never met her in slumber, and unless she ever felt she had call for her, she doubted she ever would.

Luna's thoughts drifted as she instead tried to guess what all of her friends might have been dreaming about, a silly thing to do when the answers laid at her hooftips, until all at once she remembered that there was one pony who she doubted would take any form of umbrage with her coming to visit. In fact, it would probably be a good chance to interact at a time they were both awake.

Celestia's dreams were, of course, personal to her, but Celestia and Luna knew each other inside and out: highs, lows, secrets, fears... there was nothing they hid from one another, especially after what had happened a thousand years ago, so she doubted that her sister would particularly mind if she paid her a visit.

Luna had perhaps gone a little overboard with exercises in trust since returning home, being sure to tell Celestia absolutely everything personal and intimate she could so that her sister could better understand her. Celestia had assured her that she was doing the same thing, no stone unturned or dirty secrets left unshared.

Which is part of why Luna was slightly perturbed by the fact that when she went to check on Celestia's dream, she found there to be no light present where there should've been. There was only one thing that could mean, and that was that she wasn't asleep. Funny, she hadn't mentioned anything to Luna about being restless, as far as she could remember.

Luna withdrew from the dreamscape, feeling her consciousness rush back into her body. She checked the clock on the wall of her chambers, and found that it read fourteen minutes past one in the morning. Why was Celestia out of bed this late?

Luna had never thought to check before, but as far as she knew, Celestia was never awake at this time of night, always insisting at breakfast that she retired at around ten, ten-thirty at the latest.

Luna considered leaving it, seeing if Celestia's little light would naturally blink on soon enough. There was always the possibility that she had briefly woken up in the night, or just had difficulty drifting off. Perhaps she was nose deep in a book?

Or perhaps she was in a terrible mood, and something horrible was eating at her and Luna had no idea what. Such a thought might have been an overreaction, but nonetheless it gripped Luna and made her wide eyed. She bit her lip as she considered the possibility, the very real chance that Celestia could be lying awake in bed feeling absolutely terrible right now, with no one there to help or console her.

Luna hesitated to leave her job behind, but eventually conceded, telling herself that she wouldn't be gone too long. Leaving her subjects to their own dreams was a hefty weight on her mind, but selfishly, her sister mattered to her more. She'd simply go and check on Celestia, find out what was going on, and be right back.

Donning her regalia—not liking to be seen in a state of undress by any of the castle staff—and making sure that her mane was appropriately fixed, Luna stepped out of her room and into the corridor, giving her room guard a short nod and assuring him she'd be back soon.

The clack of metal against marble filled the dark and empty corridors as Luna made her way through the castle. She was a little tired for teleportation, so she was happy to do things the old-fashioned way. However, prolonging the wait was only causing her to worry more. What if Celestia was hurt in some way? Was she leaving her sister to some terrible fate?

She sped up by instinct, graduating to a swift trot soon enough as she made her way towards the dimly lit courtyard that sat outside Celestia's quarters. She could see the light in the distance, and something about it reassured her. She didn't know why, but she always assumed that if anything bad ever happened to her sister, those lights would be snuffed out, so seeing them alive was a small but real form of relief, however hard to explain.

Sighing, realising that she was probably worrying over nothing, Luna considered turning around and leaving. It could be that Celestia was simply trying to get off to sleep, that in visiting her, she would only disturb her and cause her to stay up longer. In all honesty, was she doing this out of concern for her sister, or because she felt lonely and bored tonight?

Luna chose not to answer that. She'd just really quickly check on her and then let her go to bed, simple as that.

When she entered the courtyard, which was situated in an L shape, she thought she heard a faint groaning on the other side, near Celestia's door, which was still out of view. Luna's ears perked as she listened out for it again, and once more it came, sounding as if a pony was in pain. Springing into motion, she dug her hooves into the ground and sprung herself forwards, careening around the corner to face whatever the threat might have been.

What she found was the exact opposite of what she had been expecting. In fact, it didn't even register in the scope of what she'd been anticipating, it was a complete anomaly. "Sergeant Squire? Sister?!"

Princess Luna wasn't sure what was stranger, the fact that her sister was currently laying with her legs folded in, gently stroking the cock of one of her guards as he panted and moaned, reclining as if he was the damn king...

...or the fact he was holding a hoof to his lips, shushing her. "Don't make too much noise, she's sleeping."

"She's-she's what?"

"Sleeping, or rather, sleepwalking. This—mff—has been happening for a while now, me and the other guards h-haven't been sure what to do about it."

Celestia was really going to town on him, occasionally incorporating her lips even as she let her hooves do most of the work, and on top of that she didn't seem in the slightest bit bothered by Luna's presence.

It was like Squire said, she was acting as if she was totally asleep.

But Luna knew that not to be the case. However, if she wanted to play that game, and worry her sister like that? That's alright, two could play at that game.

"Squire, stay there. I'm going to go and fetch a couple more guards."

Even through the exquisite feelings he was receiving, Squire took that in enough for his eyes to widen. "E-excuse me, Princess?"

Luna flashed a small smirk. "It's rather simple. My sister's been doing this for a while now, you said?"

Squire only nodded between pants.

"Then I assume that she's rather pent up and her unconscious mind is using this as a suitable outlet. Alicorns live very long, you see, so we might end up going without sex for much longer than the average pony." All total lies, but so was Celestia's apparent sleepwalking. "So you and a couple of your colleagues are going to attempt to fuck this out of her, and I'm going to watch to ensure that it's done correctly."

Luna could almost swear she saw her sister flinch at that, and it made her grin all the wider. "I imagine three of your companions as well as yourself will do nicely. Try not to climax whilst I'm gone!"

Well, if anything, this night definitely wasn't a boring one anymore.