Teatime

Princess Luna sat on the balcony overlooking Canterlot and watched as the sun began its ascent into the sky.

Some might have called it dawn.

Luna called it teatime.

This was their ritual; the two sisters were only commonly awake in the early mornings and the late evenings, as one of the heavenly bodies they controlled was replaced by the other. And so, twice a day, they made time to meet over a shared interest, and that interest was tea.

Today's teatime, though, would be special.

Today, she was going to take the first major step towards getting her revenge.

Luna took a sip from her cup. Hers was a lavender tea, made from bulbs cultivated in her own section of the gardens. Brewed to ease stress and relax the drinker before bed.

Celestia's, on the other hoof, would be earl gray, brewed with the express purpose of keeping her alert for the rest of the morning. At least, it normally would be.

Luna looked across the little table, upon which sat their twin tea sets, and off the side of the balcony. You could see the entirety of the city from up here.

"Good morning, Luna," came Celestia's gentle, melodious voice. Her sister strode past her, to the seat on the other side of the table.

"Good morning, sister," Luna replied. "You are well, I hope?"

"Just fine," Celestia said. Her horn glowed, and her porcelain tea set came to life. "How were your nightly duties?"

"Uneventful." Not entirely true; there had been a number of ponies who had needed her attention, and she'd spent a fair amount of time assessing Celestia's own dreamscape, as well. But nothing good would come of mentioning that now.

Luna took another sip from her cup, inhaling a breath of its lovely fragrance, then laid it to rest on its saucer. Meanwhile, Celestia was allowing her own cup to steep.

"Well, uneventful is good," she remarked.

"Mhm."

Luna picked up the teaspoon that sat at her place and ran it around the edge of her teacup, letting the liquid inside swirl. As the spoon completed its circle, she let it clink softly against the side of the cup before beginning again. She watched her sister's reaction carefully.

She'd been working on Celestia for months. She'd started small; tiny prods at her subconscious, whispers in her dreams, a word here, a light trance there, gradually opening Celestia's mind to her manipulations.

Now it was time to see if her work had paid off.

"You look tired, sister," Luna said.

"Do I?" Celestia asked. "I thought I slept quite well last night."

"Yes," Luna said. Her spoon continued to make circles, clinking against the side of the cup at perfect intervals. "You look very, very tired."

Celestia blinked. "Well, I... suppose I do feel a little bit sleepy, now that you mention it. But I'm sure I'll feel better once I've had my tea."

"Only a little?" Luna asked her, keeping her voice soft and even. "To me, you look exhausted. The stresses of the day must weigh heavily on you, sister."

"Things have been quite hectic in day court as of late," Celestia admitted. "The Solstice Summit is coming up. Foreign dignitaries will be arriving in three weeks, and there's so much to prepare..."

"Easy, sister," Luna said. "There will be time for worrying later."

Celestia smiled at her. "You're right. I should be focused on enjoying your company, not complaining about work."

Luna smiled back. She eyed her sister's teacup; it would be nearly ready by now.

"Would you like to try some of my tea instead?" she asked. "It's very soothing. IT could help to take your mind off of things for a while."

"It smells heavenly, but I really shouldn't," Celestia said. "I need to be at my best for my subjects today."

"But how can you be at your best if you're so stressed that you can barely stand?" Luna inquired, sounding innocent enough.

The effect of the suggestion was almost immediate. The crease in her brow deepened, and her movements became unsteady. She really did look tired, now.

"Just look at yourself, sister," Luna said. "You're a mess."

"Maybe you're right," Celestia said, eyeing her shaking hands. "Maybe I have been... overdoing it lately..."

"Let me make you some tea."

Luna's horn began to glow, and her tea set became animated. She kept the movements of the utensils rhythmic and slow, letting Celestia's eyes track their movements in time with the rotations of her spoon.

The scent of lavender suffused the air. Celestia's eyelids began to grow heavy.

Soon enough, the drink was prepared; Luna floated it over to her sister, who took it up in her shaking hands. She raised it to her lips, inhaled a breath of the warm aroma, then took a sip.

"It's good, isn't it, sister?" Luna asked.

"Yes," Celestia said. "It's quite lovely."

She took another. She smiled. "I'm starting to... feel better already."

She didn't seem to notice the lapse in speech.

"Just let yourself relax, sister," Luna said, continuing the movements of her spoon, keeping its chimes regular as she studied her sister's face and gauged her control. "You deserve this."

Celestia took another draft of the tea. "Mmm... I suppose I do."

Luna stood up from the table, letting her magic continue to animate the teacups' movements. Her hips swayed back and forth as she strode over to Celestia's side, at much the same tempo as the spoon's. She could feel Celestia's eyes following her. The black dress she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination.

She slid around behind her sister's chair, placing her hands delicately on her shoulders. Her thumbs began to press and knead the muscles between the shoulder blades. As she did this, she began to channel a little magic through her fingers, not enough to notice, but definitely enough to have an effect.

"Nnn... a massage?" Celestia said, turning to putty in her hands. "Luna, I didn't know you knew how to... to..."

The end of the thought seemed to escape her. Meanwhile, Luna found a particularly tight knot of muscle and pressed her thumb into it, rubbing into the skin in circular motions as it dissolved under her touch. Celestia's neck arched.

"Ooh... right there..."

"Focus on your breathing, sister," Luna said. "Long, slow, calming breaths..."

Celestia moaned again, melting under Luna's attention.

"Luna, w-what..." Celestia fought for the words. "Why... is it getting so hard to think...?"

"Don't worry, sister," Luna said, running her hands over her sister's shoulders. "You want to help your subjects, don't you? Just focus on your breathing and the sound of my voice. Let it relax you further..."

"O-oh... okay..."

"Don't you trust me, sister?"

"Of course I... trust you..." Celestia said, her eyelids beginning to flutter.

Luna's left hand slid over Celestia's shoulder and across her collarbone, slowly, letting her thumb brush the skin. It slipped under the neckline of her dress, reached down, across her chest, further...

Luna's hand wrapped around her sister's breast. She gave it a light squeeze, then slid her fingers under it, cupping it and pushing it up. Her thumb began tracing slow circles around the pink flesh that surrounded Celestia's nipple, letting it draw close but never quite touch the quickly-perking nub.

A blush began to spread across Celestia's pale cheeks. "W-what are you..."

"I'm helping you to relax, sister," Luna said, as she continued to massage her sister's areola. "That's what you wanted, isn't it? To relax?"

"Yes, I... suppose so..."

"Then close your eyes," Luna said. "And listen to my voice."

Celestia's eyes drifted shut.

"Clear your mind," Luna instructed. "Let all of your worries, all of your stress, flow from your mind, like water from a spring. Let the tension in your body..."

She kneaded out a particularly tight piece of muscle, and Celestia moaned again.

"...disappear under my touch."

"L-Luna," Celestia gasped. "This is... amazing..."

Luna smiled. "I'm glad you feel that way, sister. It's about to feel even better."

Luna's hand moved from her shoulder and slid gently down the outside of her sister's thigh, slipping under the cut of her dress, then came creeping back up, this time on the inside.

Luna felt her sister stiffen as her hand got a little too close. She paused.

"Relax, sister," she murmured. "Everything is okay. I am here. Just relax..."

Celestia, after a moment, obliged. Luna's fingers continued their trip upwards, their tips brushing along the sensitive area, until they met cloth.

Luna cupped her hand gently over Celestia's panty-covered marehood, applying just enough pressure to make Celestia groan.

"Do you feel at peace, sister?" Luna asked.

"Yes..." Celestia said, her words sluggish and tired.

Celestia's panties were pushed aside. The tips of Luna's fingers brushed against her labia.

"But you could be more at peace," Luna whispered, as if this were some great secret. "There are still worries that plague you, buried deep within your mind. You could be more relaxed."

"I... could?"

"You could," Luna affirmed. She ran a finger up the length of Celestia's slit; her sister shivered. "You want to be fully relaxed, don't you? You need to be, for the sake of your little ponies. Isn't that right?"

"Yes..."

"I can help you," Luna breathed into her ear. "Do you want me to help you, Celestia? Do you want me to drive all those pesky worries out of your head, forever?"

As she said this, her fingers pressed into Celestia's tender skin, and she spread her cunt like a fan.

Celestia seemed to hesitate, and for a moment Luna was worried she'd pushed too far, too quickly. But then she let out a breath.

"Yes, sister. Please..."

Luna's smile grew wide.

She'd won. Her sister's mind was at her mercy.

"You're such a good girl, Celestia."

Two of Luna's fingers slid easily into her cunt. Celestia moaned, and then moaned again when Luna's thumb brushed the hood of her clitoris.

Luna began probing Celestia's folds. She'd never been so intimate with her sister before, only in her fantasies; to do so now was... she ran her tongue over her lip. Exhilarating. A heat began to grow in her own nethers as she continued her slow, careful ministrations.

She found a particularly sensitive spot, and Celestia's thighs clenched.

"I can feel you getting close, sister," Luna said, smiling, as Celestia's slick folds clamped down around her fingers.

"Anh... hah..."

"But don't come yet," Luna said. "Not until I tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Ah..."

"Do you understand?" Luna growled, digging her fingers into Celestia's sensitive mare-meat.

"Ah! Y-yes, sister!"

Luna's grip relaxed, and that sweet honeysuckle voice returned. "Good girl."

She slipped her thumbnail under the hood of Celestia's clit and slid it out of the way, then began to run her thumb around it, just barely brushing against the edge of the sensitive, swollen nub.

"Your worries are melting away, Celestia," Luna said. "Your mind is emptying of thought. Can you feel it?"

"Yes..."

"It feels good, doesn't it sister?"

"Ah! Yes..."

"This is the pleasure that comes with obeying me," Luna told her. "Only when you let me control you can I make you feel this good. If you let me do your thinking for you, then you'll never have to worry. Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

"Are you enjoying yourself, sister? Be honest, now."

"Y-yessss."

"And if you're enjoying it so much, then you must enjoy being obedient, right? Do you enjoy being obedient, sister?"

"Ngh... yes!"

"Do you want to keep being feeling this way, sister?"

"Yes!"

"Then you must stay obedient," Luna said. "Right?"

"Yes."

"Forever."

"Yes," Celestia moaned. "Yes! Ah!"

"Good girl," Luna said. "It's time for your first lesson, Celestia. Are you excited? I'm going to drive those worrisome thoughts from your head forever. You are excited, aren't you?"

"Yes, sister!"

"Repeat after me."

Luna's attentions to Celestia's body continued, even as she worked; Celestia's labia was becoming quite slick, now, but still she managed to hold back her climax as Luna had ordered.

"Obedience is pleasure," Luna said.

"Obedience... is pleasure," Celestia grunted.

"Pleasure is obedience."

"Pleasure is obedience!" Celestia squealed.

"Again."

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience!"

"Again!"

"Obedience is pleasure! Pleasure is—agh, oh—obedience!"

"Again!"

On and on it went, as Luna etched those two phrases into Celestia's mind. They would become her mantra; the foundation for everything else Luna was going to teach her.

The tension in Celestia's body continued to mount, building up inside her until she could barely contain it. She shook under the strain, gripping the edge of the seat for support.

"O-O-Obedience is pleasure! Ah! P-Pleasure is—is—is obedience!" She was beginning to cry, now, her body not knowing what else to do. "Obedience is pleasure! Pleasure is obedience! Obedience is pleasure! Pleasure is obedience! Obedience is pleasure! Pleasure is obedience!"

Luna caressed her sister's cheek. "I'm proud of you," she said. "You're doing so well. I think that's enough."

Celestia trembled under her touch. Luna let her fingers grow still, simply allowing them to fill her sister's dripping cunt. Celestia let out a needy little whine, and the sweet sound made Luna's own nethers twitch.

There was only one thing left on Luna's lesson plan for today, but she'd need to reach even farther into Celestia's subconscious to do it.

"I want you to count backwards from ten for me, sister," Luna whispered into her ear. "Slowly. Would you do that for me?"

"Y-yes."

"Good," Luna purred. "Begin."

"T-ten..."

"And with each number you count..." Luna said.

"Nine..."

"...you become more and more relaxed..."

"Ei-ei-eight..."

"...and Celestia sinks further and further down..."

"S-s-s-se—ah—seven..."

"...down into the soothing, peaceful darkness..."

"Ssssssix..."

"...leaving your mind blissfully empty..."

"Ffffffive..."

"...and your thoughts blank..."

"Ffffffour..."

"...and your consciousness an empty shell..."

"T-threeeee..."

"...ready to be molded..."

"T-t-twooooo... anh..."

"...into whatever shape I desire."

"Ooooooooneeeeee..."

Luna twisted her fingers in Celestia's needy snatch as she said the last number. Her sister didn't even react, too far gone and too busy trying to hold off her own orgasm.

"Z-zerooo-o-o-o..."

"You've done so well, sister," Luna said. Celestia hung limp in her grasp, panting. "I promise, you'll be rewarded... just as soon as I've sown the seeds of obedience into your subconscious. Are you ready? Say, 'yes, sister'."

"Y-yes... sister."

"Listen to my words carefully," Luna said.

"When I dismiss you from this trance, you will return to your normal self, and you will not remember any of this. Say, 'yes, sister'."

"Yes, sister."

"From now on, you will obey any command I give you that ends with the words 'dear sister'. You will do so without question, and you will not stop until the command has been fulfilled or I command you to stop. Say, 'yes, sister'."

"Yes, sister."

"When I say the words 'teatime, dear sister', you will once again remember being hypnotized by me, but you will not remember being in a trance. You will also remember all of your lessons, starting with the one I taught you today, and everything that has happened during teatime going forward. Say, 'yes, sister'."

"Yes, sister."

"And when I say the words 'teatime is over, dear sister', you will forget it all again and return to your normal self. You won't even realize you've forgotten anything. This will also awaken you from your trance. Say, 'yes, sister'."

"Yes, sister."

"And finally," Luna said, her tongue darting across her lower lip, "whether you are awake or entranced, whether it is teatime or not, your orgasms are reserved for me and only me. You will not be able to climax during sex with anyone but me. You will not be able to relieve yourself unless you are thinking of me. Even the slightest hint of sexual desire will bring the thought of me into your head. Do you understand? Say, 'yes, sister'."

"Yes, sister."

"Very good, Celestia," Luna cooed. "You've been such a good girl."

Luna's smile grew wicked.

"Now come for me, dear sister. Harder than you ever have before."

Celestia's hips jerked as the floodgates opened. Her head flew back,but Luna clapped her free hand over her mouth, muffling the grunts and shouts as her cunt squeezed down around Luna's fingers and a flood of sticky juices spurted from her hole. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the flow continued, dripping down onto the seat of her chair, dribbling down and collecting on the floor. There was so much of it; Luna wondered just how long she'd been pent up, and the thought made her wet.

At last, with one final gasp, Celestia's body fell limp once again. Luna pulled her fingers out of her sister, a trail of marecum following them. She put them to her mouth, licking some of Celestia off of them. She smacked her lips. Her sister tasted good.

"Did you enjoy that, sister?"

"Guh... huh... yes..."

"That is the pleasure of obedience," Luna told her.

"Yesssssss..." Celestia moaned. "Obedience... is pleasure..."

"You're such a fast learner, Celestia."

Luna bent down and kissed her sister. It wasn't long, but it was more than passionate.

Stepping back, Luna looked what was left of her sister up and down. Celestia sat slumped in her seat, shivering but otherwise motionless. Her eyes were Luna's.

"You've made quite a mess, haven't you, Celestia?" Luna said, pointing at the trail of Celestia's juices that began at her pussy and stretched down her chair and to the floor. Her dress was in quite a sorry state, as well.

"I'm sorry," Celestia gasped. She meant it, too.

"Oh, Celestia," Luna said. "You don't need to apologize to me. I will get it cleaned up. But as for you..."

She sat on her sister's lap, straddling her thighs and looking into her eyes.

"Once I release you from your trance, you will go to your quarters. You will take the longest route through the castle. You will not notice that you have come, or any signs that you have done so, and you will not be able to understand anyone who asks or points it out to you."

"Yes, sister."

"Once you reach your chambers, you may put on a new dress," Luna continued. "But I forbid you from changing your panties or washing yourself for the rest of the day. You will not be able to smell your arousal, but everyone else will. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Luna darted in for another peck at her sister's full lips, before drawing back and standing up. She replaced her sister's soaked panties and smoothed out her dress, then circled back around the table and sat down.

"Teatime is over, dear sister."

Celestia awoke with a start, her sleepy demeanor suddenly refreshed and alert.

"Are you okay, sister?" Luna asked. She wanted to cover her bases. "You spaced out there for a moment."

"Did I?" Celestia said. "I hadn't noticed."

She stood. Her stained dress swished about her feet; she showed no signs of noticing.

"Hmm. I feel wonderful," Celestia said, taking a deep breath of the cool, crisp mountain air. "Ready to face the day. I do so enjoy these little meetings of ours, sister; if only they needn't be so brief."

"Yes," Luna said with a smile. "I feel the same. Now go on; your duties await."

"And have a good day, Celestia," Luna murmured as Celestia walked away. "Your real training begins soon."

Luna smiled as she thought over what that training would ensue. Chains, whips, ropes, belts, collars... Oh, the possibilities!

It would have been easy for Luna to have taken over Celestia's mind entirely. If she'd wanted, she could have had her perfect slave then and there. A few whispers, a little magic, and Celestia would have been hers forever.

But Luna didn't want a mindless slave; for a thousand years of enforced abstinence on the Moon, such a fate would hardly be a fitting revenge. No, Luna wanted her sister, broken and obedient, to worship the ground she stood on and grovel at her feet. And achieving that conquest would be a slow, painful process... for one of them.

She licked her lips. "Oh, sister. You and I are going to have so... much... fun."