Icemoon

by AtomicClop

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Princess Luna, Porn, Crossover, Sex, Frozen, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human
Length: 12708

On a diplomatic mission to Arendelle, Luna meets a kindred soul.

On a diplomatic mission to Arendelle, Luna meets a kindred soul.

Contains: pony female and human female; romance; tender lovemaking.

Does NOT contain: Futa.

Thanks to the folks in the Discord for brainstorming and encouragement. Sledge115 suggested the title.

This story shares some overall similarities with Vertigo, by MrNumbers. I tried to take this in my own direction, and I sent him an early draft of this story to ensure they weren't too similar; he kindly told me to move forward. Whether you enjoy my story or not, his is a wonderful TwiLuna romance and I suggest you read it.

Published 2020-06-09 09:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-06-09 09:40:01 UTC

Chapter 1: Romance

Luna strode to the top of the gangplank and looked across the crowded pier. The cheer that met her was cautious, not the roar her sister or Cadance would have received.

Even here, her reputation preceded her.

Under the early-morning sun, perhaps two hundred humans stood on the pier to greet her ship. A modest turnout, but then again, Arendelle was a modest kingdom, except for that one thing.

Luna tapped her hoof and flicked her ears. Humans. Her stomach soured and her tail tucked tight under her belly. Why had Celestia chosen her, her of all ponies, for a mission this important? This was Luna's first trip outside Equestria since before her little detour to the moon, her first trip to the human lands in over one thousand years, and the wizard-queen of Arendelle was powerful, indeed. Ensuring an alliance was too important to Ponykind. Why had Celestia entrusted such a cosmic fuckup like herself to—

The cold breeze off the fjord billowed her bespoke Rarity-original robes, cut to every curve and bend of her body, sewn from the most opulent silver silk and moonstones. Despite this sartorial elegance, the robes' expense a noticeable hit to Equestrian taxpayer, Luna felt once again like the gawky half-grown teenager at her coronation, tripping on the hems of oversized hand-me-down regalia.

"Princess?" Sunburst asked. "Is something wrong?"

"The queen. Point her out, please."

Sunburst pushed his glasses up his nose and frowned at the crowd. "At the bottom of the gangplank. Tall, blond hair, sapphire dress, smiling at you, hands clasped behind her back. The princess is... oh, wow... is the redhead next to her."

"Of course, of course. They seem... tall?"

"Queen Elsa is a tall woman."

The humans were all clad in heavy winter cloaks against the wind, but the queen wore a simple dress, and the wind billowed it against her body's curves—

An exhibition of magic. The cold didn't bother her in the slightest, and wearing a light summer dress demonstrated that.

"Sunburst?" Luna said.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Let us begin the assignment my sister has entrusted to us." She straightened her black crown and peytral, and then strode down the gangplank, her muzzle high but her heart racing.

Well after midnight, just after a long bath, Luna trotted the castle's corridors, trying to burn off some energy and get sleepy enough for bed. Yet another reason she was the wrong choice for diplomat! She hated the day shift. Hated, loathed, despised, abhorred. Cadance should be the one here in Arendelle, but with the Crystal Empire less than a month returned, and Cadance's marriage less than six weeks past, Cadance was both busy and busy with Shining Armor...

Bah! Luna excelled at her dream duties, why could she not be left alone with them?

An occasional Arendelle guard braced to attention as Luna trotted passed. She nodded politely to them. She also mentally kicked herself for forgetting to pack her slippers, walking on the carpeted runners in the middles of the corridors. With her regalia removed for the night, she had nothing to protect her unshod hooves.

She sniffed, raising her nose to the air wafting up a stairwell, and her stomach rumbled.

The kitchens. Yes! She'd barely eaten any dinner, the Arendelle banquet chefs apparently having ignored the diplomatic notes regarding pony dietary preferences. Fish! Meat! More fish! Different fish! Yech. An after-midnight snack, that was exactly what she needed. She'd burned quite a lot of magic that day, mostly keeping her temper in check, and her body needed calories to replenish her reserves.

Luna trotted faster, following her nose.

Elsa stood in the basement kitchen, whisking the batter, singing to herself and thinking of fractals. She summoned a speck of ice with her left hand and tossed it onto the waffle iron. The ice popped instantly to steam. Perfect!

She removed a handful of frozen strawberries from their container, chopped them, and folded them into the batter. She popped another strawberry into her mouth. The tart sweetness ran over her tongue as the ice melted, freeing the sweet juices of the soft fruit. She closed her eyes and allowed the taste to sit on her tongue for several seconds.

"Does the cold not bother your teeth, Majesty?" came a soft voice behind her.

Elsa gagged, choked, spun, and saw Princess Luna standing there. Deep blue eyes looked up at her. Elsa pounded herself on the sternum, coughed out the strawberry onto the floor, and gasped, bent over at the waist.

She caught her breath and straightened up. It was her first time seeing the pony without her regalia or formal robes. In fact, the pony was naked. Luna was smaller than she had seemed with the robes and silver hoof shoes. Luna took a step. The lamps cast shadows across her glossy coat, Luna's every movement emphasizing the lean muscles of her legs and flanks.

"Your Highness." Elsa dipped her head.

Her ears flicked. "Let us be merely Luna. We are in private."

"May I be Elsa?"

"What are you cooking, Elsa?"

"Waffles. Do ponies...?"

"Yes!" Luna smiled. "Indeed, yes! My sister makes exquisite waffles and pancakes. Cooking is a talent I lack, no matter the earnestness of my attempts. The castle chefs threw up their hooves and despaired!" Luna stood and flailed her forelegs, then trotted to Elsa and closed her eyes, her nostrils flaring with a deep inhalation. Her wings lifted a few inches off her flanks.

"Not everyone can be good at everything. Hungry?" Elsa held her breath, hoping the answer would be—

"Famished," Luna said, her eyes still closed. "That smells wonderful. The vanilla extract is most appealing to me. I also scent cinnamon."

Elsa ladeled batter into the iron and closed its lid. Sizzling and the smell of the browning waffle filled the kitchen.

I'm too tall, Elsa decided, and looked around for a stool. The conversation would be better if she wasn't looking down at Luna the whole time. There were two stools on the far side of the kitchen. Elsa took a step toward them—

—the stools teleported across the room.

Luna flapped and landed on her stool, sitting on her haunches with her forehooves planted between her inner thighs. Her tail wrapped around her hooves.

"That's impressive magic," Elsa said, sitting down and crossing her legs, hands folded in her lap. They looked into each other's eyes, now perfectly level, the stools having raised Luna's height and lowered Elsa's.

Luna tapped her horn. "'Tis trivial for an alicorn to teleport an object," she said.

"Teleportation..." Elsa said. "I'm envious that you grew up somewhere sorcey wasn't something they burned at the stake."

"'Magic,' not 'sorcery.' Sorcery has such ugly connotations."

Elsa nodded.

"Not all ponies have such magic, of course. Teleportation is a rare gift, indeed." A pause, and she lowered her eyes to the floor, whispering: "Would you believe I was born a pegasus, and came into my horn and my magic as an adolescent? In human terms I would have been... oh, thirteen, call it. Adolescent physically, but mentally still a child."

"Is that common?" Elsa asked. "To gain a horn? Sorc—magic?" Her eyes widened as she realized that, for the first time in her life, she was conversing about magic with another person, as she might converse about cooking with the chefs. This was someone who cast spells with the same nonchalance as breathing. Someone who might even... understand?

"Nay," Luna said, frowning. "There are but three alicorns in the world, discounting fossils, although we anticipate that my sister's student will soon... oh, never mind." She waved a hoof.

Elsa's heart raced and her hands grabbed her braid, nervously stroking down it, then moving back to its top to stroke again. "What was it like to learn magic? Did you have teachers?"

Luna's face darkened, like a moon suddenly eclipsed. "No. I ascended during the time of famine and chaos, of strife, already orphaned, living in a camp. I was under the guardianship of a cousin barely an adult herself, and overwhelmed with the care of the infants. The other teens and I, unsupervised, were the terror of the other refugees."

"Refugees?"

Luna rubbed the tip of her nose with a hoof. "Dark days, long forgotten. Thank goodness."

"No teaching at all?"

"My third cousin, Ceres. He was a unicorn, half a year younger than I. He taught me what magic he could, but a child of no great talent or education himself, tutoring a child who has gained unwilling demigodhood..." Luna shrugged her wings. "A most embarrassing incident occurred, and our lessons ceased. Our friendship ceased. We had been betrothed as infants, but with our parents dead, it was no longer binding. We never spoke again." Luna sniffled and wiped her nose with a wingtip.

"I'm sorry," Elsa said.

"I miss him." Luna blinked several times. "He was my best friend."

Elsa opened the waffle iron slightly, peeking in at the batter. Not done yet. "How do you like your waffles?"

"Still moist," Luna said.

"Did Celestia have the same problem? Suddenly a horn, suddenly strong magic?"

"No, thank the moon. My sister was born a unicorn, and was educated from early foalhood. Before the deaths of our parents, the best tutors in the world came to Celestia."

If only there had been tutors here, Elsa thought, biting her lip. Mother and father would certainly have sent for them.

"To come into my magic, magic of apocalyptic power, as a teenager subject to the whims and hormones of that age... it drove me to my wits' end. I damaged so many things, both inanimate and living." Luna sighed and ruffled her feathers. "Fifteen hundred years later, I still am the humiliated teenager, and not the regal princess, in the private corners of my mind."

Elsa closed her eyes, breathing deeply. "I understand. I nearly killed my sister. I was tiny, a spell went wild, struck her in the head. Then, last year, again, but in her heart. I always tried to conceal my magic, but it comes out, eventually."

Luna's horn glowed. A soft smell of calming lavender filled the kitchen, mixing with the scent of the waffles and woodsmoke. "I can commiserate. Believe me."

"I do." Stroking her braid, Elsa asked, "If you don't mind me asking..."

"My cousin?"

Elsa nodded. Luna ruffled her feathers again, along with an ear flick, and Elsa wondered exactly what her body language meant.

"'Tis a story of embarrassment, mostly. Six or eight months after my horn came, I accidentally discovered my ability to enter dreams. I was of the age when young mares think with the amorous places under their tail, not with their heads."

Eyes widening, Elsa clapped her hands over her mouth. "Did you have a dream about him?"

"Worse," Luna said, with a shake of her head and a small frown. "He and I went to my sleeping bag, and we had each other's innocence. Such was the way in the camp, with no adult supervision. I unwittingly sent the sights, sounds, and sensations of that night to every sleeping pony within two hundred leagues. Much bedding was washed the next morning."

"That hardly seems fair, for him to disown you."

"His performance was... entirely brief and unsatisfactory. He was deeply chagrined."

"Oh." Elsa leaned forward, reaching out a hand, and hesitated. Her instincts had been to pat Luna's shoulder, but this was a pony, and what could she... what was offensive, what was a violation of personal space, what was an insult?

Would Luna even want to be touched?

Her hand remained there, a few inches from Luna, the air between them dead silent except for the sizzling of the waffle.

Luna dipped her head and brought it up under Elsa's hand, and closed her eyes. Elsa rubbed the mane just behind Luna's horn, and then scratched her ears. "Our betrothal had been my one constant, my one touchstone, my one bridge to a future of hope, in that era of sorrow. And then, because I wanted my lust slaked, it was gone."

"My sister and I," Elsa said, scratching the other ear, "we were so close. When my magic came, when I hurt her and we hid my magic from her, well! I lost not just my sister, but my only friend. I'm thankful we've patched that up, now."

"You are fortunate, and it makes me glad to hear that my story is not repeated." Luna purred and rubbed her left ear against Elsa's hand. "Being out of Equestria is nice. I must maintain a regal mien at home. 'Twould be a scandal if I was seen to allow my ears to be scratched like a pet! But... I appreciate it, Elsa."

"It's just us tonight. Everyone else is asleep."

"Indeed?" Luna crossed her eyes and lit her horn with a soft blue glow. "No. Twelve of your guards are awake, and four of mine. Two chambermaids play dice, awaiting summons. Your sister—yipe!" Luna jerked upright, breaking contact with Elsa's hand, and her deep blue eyes widened to half the size of her face. She covered her snout with her forehooves and blushed.

Elsa leapt to her feet, knocking the stool over. "What? What about my sister?"

Luna levitated Elsa's stool back into place and smiled. "Your sister and my aide, Sunburst, are both awake. Together."

"What? Where?"

"In her bedchambers."

"What are they doing?" Elsa said, frowning but sitting back down. "She knows I'm handling the negotiations and formalities."

"They are engaged in informal negotiations," Luna said.

Elsa plated the now-golden waffle, spreading whipped cream before giving it to Luna. After pouring a second batch of batter onto the hot iron, Elsa said, "I do not approve of her going behind my back with your delegation. Did you put your assistant up to this?"

"I assure you," Luna said around her first bite of waffle, "his activities are freelance. This tastes wonderful!"

"Well," Elsa grumped, "what are they discussing?"

"Few words pass between them."

"Charades? Anna loves charades."

"Much gesturing and non-verbal communication occurs," Luna confirmed. "This waffle is exquisite. My sister is a chef of great skill, and you give her competition."

"Thank you. What are Sunburst and Anna doing, then, if not undermining our negotiations?"

Luna closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "They make great strides forward in the relationship between our races and nations."

Elsa stared at her. "I'm simply not understanding. You're implying something, but I'm not getting it."

"Sunburst," Luna said, "is pounding his erect penis into the depths of your sister's welcoming vagina."

"Oh." Elsa sat very still for a few minutes. Luna finished her waffle.

Luna cocked her head to the side, horn glowing brighter. "Sunburst is now ejac—" Her spell collapsed. "I shall cease checking on them, and respect their privacy."

They sat in silence for a short while longer, Luna levitating up the plate to lick it clean. Elsa opened the waffle iron.

As Elsa plated her own waffle, she asked, "Is my sister having fun?"

Luna put her plate down, licked a last dollop of whipped cream off the tip of her snout, and smiled. "Yes! Sunburst is a skilled and sensitive lover. Your sister shall be spoiled henceforth."

The first bite of waffle, hot but soaking with chilled whipped cream, melted in Elsa's mouth. Wow, that was good. The tartness of the strawberries contrasted with the fatty cream. Her eyes closed and she nodded happily. After swallowing, she said, "Well, Anna has always been a bit... pent up... but I haven't suggested she take her beau as a lover, because a Royal pregnancy would have been a scandal. Perhaps a pony is the correct compromise...?"

"I've experienced Sunburst myself, many times. Anna shall be most relaxed tomorrow, although probably limping. He is disproportionate, in certain respects."

Elsa's smile disappeared. "I see..."

"We are in no relationship," Luna said, flapping her wings. "He is more than free to take whomever he chooses, even if he's one of my favorite stallions."

Elsa cocked an eyebrow. "Favorite stallions?"

Luna met her eyes for several seconds. Then, "I find my mares much harder to choose favorites among."

"Is that... common?" Elsa asked. "In Equestria? To take lovers of both... both..."

"Yes," Luna said. "Ponies' relationships are their own business. Nopony else dares comment on one's choices, if the pony, or donkey, or griffon, or what-have-you they choose is kind and treats them well."

Elsa chewed her waffle, slowly cleaning her plate. She used a finger to collect the last few crumbs and bits of strawberry, and then sucked on her finger, eyes narrowed and staring into space.

Eventually, Elsa whispered, "I didn't know it was physically possible for ponies and humans..."

Luna shrugged her wings. "Both species are intelligent and amorous. Ways can be found. Man and mare is easiest, I am told, but stallion and woman is not so difficult, either."

"Told?"

"I have never experienced a human," Luna said. "I've experienced hippogriffs, griffons, deer, kirin, and donkeys. The races that talk and think will always find a way to express their physical affection, when there is mutual desire."

Experienced? Elsa thought. Luna's language was so archaic. "My position in the Palace means I've never been with a man."

"I cannot say I am surprised. Royalty often must sacrifice their own desires for the good of the realm. My sister is celibate, much to her regret. Equestria would benefit if she could relax."

"I can't imagine what that's like," Elsa said with a frown.

"I once recommended Sunburst to Celestia, but because he was previously a student at her school, she found my suggestion offensively unethical. Then she declared she was married to Equestria and bapped me over the head with her newspaper."

"I've also never been with a woman," Elsa said.

Wings shuffled. Feathers ruffled. "Indeed?" Luna asked.

"Hypothetically," Elsa asked, "could a stallion and a man... or a mare and a woman?"

"Both have precedent."

Elsa wiped up spilled flour and drips of batter with a wet towel, then washed her hands at the sink. "Let's get these strawberries back in the freezer."

"Freezer?" Luna said. "Magic, I presume?"

Elsa held her left palm upward. Snowflakes swirled above it, rainbows flickering as the ice crystals caught the light of the lanterns. "It's how we can have strawberries this time of year. And many other sweet treats."

"Please show me your magic."

Luna followed the human across the castle's kitchen. Elsa wore a filmy nightgown, and the movement of her buttocks underneath the pale-green silk drew Luna's eyes.

This young queen was not so different from Luna herself. Magic that burgeoned as a teen, the accidents and incidents. Friends and family injured, the blossoming self-hatred.

Bitter memories crashed down on Luna. At least Cadance... like Luna, Cadance had been born a pegasus, but Celestia took her under her wing the very day she ascended, tutored her vigorously for years, herbs and spells dampening her magical surges, saving Cadance from the mistakes Luna had made fifteen hundred years before. Twilight would ascend soon, any day now, but she already knew control, not even twenty but already wielding her magic like a scalpel, trained from her earliest formative years in Celestia's school.

It seemed, thank goodness, that Equestria would never leave an adolescent alicorn to her own devices again, Luna the last to ever have suffered that fate. So strange to have to go to the human lands to find someone who understood that particular pain... This human, so far as Luna knew, was the only other being in the history of the world who had tasted Luna's own mistakes and pains; who had been cursed with power but not control; whose lessons were measured in regrets, disasters, and injured family.

"How do you think Anna and Sunburst are... progressing?" Elsa asked.

"I shan't check in on them again," Luna said. "Sunburst is my friend, and his lovers are his private business."

Elsa reached a heavy stone door on rollers, and leaned her full weight against an inset steel handle. Her leg muscles stood out through the filmy silk of the ankle-length nightgown, and her arms tensed.

Nipples, too, pressed against the silken fabric. This reminded Luna that humans kept their mammaries in an odd place, but it certainly had its... aesthetic advantages.

Her tail lifted, and she forced it back down, cursing herself for stupidity. This was a diplomatic mission, not a drunken vacation to Las Pegasus!

"Heavy... stupid... door..." Elsa grunted.

"May I?"

"No magic," Elsa warned, wagging a finger. "It's lined with sky-fallen iron, to keep the spell in. Magic will rebound on you."

Luna's heart stuttered and her ears drooped. Meteoric iron? The humans knew that much magic? Indeed, this mission had paid for itself already, just from that little tidbit! Magic was Equestria's ace in their deck, and ponies needed to stay ahead of the humans' knowledge of it to ensure no nation tried anything untoward...

Filing away that fact for later, Luna nosed Elsa out of the way, pushing her snout against Elsa's left thigh. The silkenness of the nightie and the smoothness of the skin under it rubbed against the peach-fuzz softness of Luna's nose, and Elsa squeaked.

The smell of Elsa filled Luna's nose, and inflamed her sensitive olfaction. The human smelled good, absolutely enticing...

Dammit! No! Celestia would send her back to the moon. Or to the sun, perhaps, if the mission failed because Luna—

Standing on her rear hooves, wings flared, Luna pushed the door open. Frosty air billowed out and fog swirled around them.

"I'm not familiar with your species," Elsa said, "and forgive me if this is forward, but you seem very athletic."

The door slammed fully open, seating into its alcove. A dull clang echoed through the basement kitchen. Luna dropped to all fours. "My foalhood was during a famine, so I've remained in the habit of light meals and heavy exercise. My duties as a princess also require a high degree of... physicality? At least once a month, I am out of the Palace, rehoming a manticore or hydra to the deep wilderness, away from my subjects' villages."

Luna trotted into the freezer, looking at the shelves upon shelves of delicacies. Her breath fogged.

"We won't stay long," Elsa said. "You must be cold."

Luna began to chuckle, which turned into belly laughs. She sat down, her rump on the freezing stone of the floor, and wrapped her forelegs around her ribs, tail thrashing and wings spasming out of time with each other.

Elsa put the container of strawberries on a shelf, crossed her arms, and frowned. "I don't understand what I said that was so funny."

After wiping her eyes with a wingtip, Luna said, "I spent one thousand years on the moon, caught between alternating raw sunlight and interstellar cold. Surely a kitchen freezer is nothing compared to the black hellscape of the eternal void, where the last gasp of air trapped in my lungs hath frozen into ice harder than granite?"

Elsa's eyebrows rose. "Oh." She tapped her front teeth with a fingernail. "Oh. You... you don't mind the cold?"

With a smile, Luna lit her horn. The blue glow lit the fog from the inside, and she flapped, hovering a few inches above the floor. Her eyes closed as she drew together both pegasus and unicorn magic, combining water from the air with cold from the dark face of the moon, alicorn magic binding the disparate spells together into one...

Her hooves dropped back to the floor and she opened her eyes. Held in her cobalt aura was an ice sculpture, about ten inches tall, of Elsa and Anna standing next to each other, hugging, smiling forward.

Elsa's hands shook as she took the sculpture from her levitation and turned it around. "It's... it's flawless," Elsa said. "It's like looking at my sister, or into a mirror. You have such control over ice?"

Her wings shrugged. "Not nearly so much as you," Luna said, "But enough for a parlor trick like this. My magic appears broader but shallower than yours."

Elsa's eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat as Luna talked. She swallowed several times, her teeth grinding. She looked at the pony, with her green-blue eyes and dark-blue coat... those eyes, as deep as the sea beyond the fjord. What laid behind those eyes? Wisdom and intelligence. Magic and power, but insight and... Elsa looked at the sculpture in her hands, and placed it safely on one of the shelves.

There was tremendous kindness behind those blue eyes, a kindness born of past cruelty, yes, but all the more sincere for it. Luna had recognized that nothing mattered more to Elsa than her sister, and chose a sculpture of the two of them together as the single gift that would strike Elsa's most effectively.

"Show me some magic," Elsa said. "Not ice magic, something I've never seen. Please?"

Luna cocked an eyebrow, then stood on her hind legs and pushed the door shut, her every muscle standing out, defined under her coat, the lines as clean and sharp as a marble likeness of an ancient Greek goddess.

Of course, Elsa realized, this creature is more like a goddess than not. Fifteen hundred years old, but perpetually in the body of youth, wise beyond centuries and powerful beyond legends.

The door slammed, and they stood in darkness.

Elsa rubbed her eyes.

Over the course of several minutes, the freezer went from pitch black to dimly lit. Above her, where she knew the stone ceiling had to be, glowed a soft starscape. The constellations were different than Elsa remembered, but similar.

"Equestria's sky? You're rather south of Norway."

"Equestria's sky, of my foalhood. Fifteen centuries gone. Stars move, slowly."

"Luna, they're beautiful."

"I miss them. Here, let me make it more like Arendelle..."

The sky jumped into life, flowing sheets of aurora above them. Green, blue, red, and all the combinations thereof.

"The sky's awake..." Elsa whispered. "Luna, can you teach me such magic?"

"My sister would not approve, but I do not care. This embassy of mine is scheduled to last a month; today is but our first day. We have time to see if such lessons are possible, at least. Your magic may be too different than mine. Perhaps even orthogonal, if we are unlucky."

Elsa sat down on the floor, and then lay back, pillowing her head on her arms. Luna curled up, lying down next to her. The soft rustling of feathers was deafening in the stillness.

Elsa scooted a few inches, until their flanks touched. The pony's warmth suffused Elsa's left side. They both stared at the illusory sky.

"I love the aurora," Luna said. "We don't get it in Canterlot. Sometimes I will fly north to the frozen wastes and stand on a mountaintop, enjoying the night. The shimmering and the patternless regularity, the perfect randomness calm me. In the late hours just before dawn, when the dreamers are quieted but the sun has not yet arrived, the mistakes of my past come bitterly to me, and a distraction is welcome."

"I do the same thing, from the balcony of my room. When the memories..."

"I tried to darken the entire world," Luna whispered, her voice cracking. "With malice aforethought."

"I froze my entire kingdom." Elsa took her left hand from behind her head and extended it, touching Luna's wing. The feathers were cool in the freezing air, but after a moment the warmth beneath came through.

"Thine touch is... welcome," Luna said.

"You're dropping back into archaic speech."

"We... ahem, I, do that, what I'm discombobulated."

"Discombobulated?"

"You are unlike anycreature... anyone I have ever met before," Luna whispered. "To experience something wholly new after so many centuries of ennui..." The wings shrugged, and the sound of rustling feathers filled the room again.

A hoof gently touched Elsa's belly, and its warmth soaked through her silk nightie, and she felt warmth moving down toward...

"Luna?" Elsa asked.

"Yes, my friend?"

"Can I suggest something to alleviate your ennui? Something you said would be new to you?"

"What's that?"

"Teach me to make love."

The aurora flared noontime-bright for a moment as Luna's horn popped.

Chapter 2: Foreplay

They turned to look at each other, leaned forward, and their lips met. Elsa had never kissed another person on the lips since getting tucked into bed as a tiny child. She clenched her eyes and focused on the sensation, on feeling, on that one fleeting moment of contact.

Luna hmmmmmed deep in her throat as her lips felt the warmth of Elsa's. The cold of the freezer certainly didn't bother Luna, but the other body heated her, and the taste of the vanilla-heavy waffles and the juicy strawberries was still on Elsa. Luna's tongue brushed along Elsa's upper lip, then lower, sampling these tastes, and Elsa's own tongue slowly extended and began to play across Luna's.

"Luna," she whispered. "This is magic, too. Teach me."

Feathers brushed Elsa's cheek, and then moved down to tickle her ribs. "I am a reprehensible teacher. My sister has educated fifty generations of Equestria's best, teaching them magic, diplomacy, and government, but I hide in the upper towers, alone with ponies' dreams."

Elsa pushed up to one elbow, and reached with her other hand to cup the back of Luna's head. She pulled her closer, kissing more desperately, deeply, her tongue forcing itself into Luna's mouth with enthusiasm, but perhaps not skill.

A hoof pressed against Elsa's chest, pushing Elsa back. "Elsa, I should not. I am... hmm... sixty-eight times your age. Twenty-four times, should we discount my unwilling extra-planetary sabbatical. You are a virgin, you say, and I have... experienced... more lovers, many more lovers, than you have had days on this Earth. Further..."

Elsa took the hoof in both hands, pulled it away from her chest, and kissed lightly the fuzz of Luna's fetlock.

"Further," Luna continued, looking at Elsa's lips where they played against her coat, "I am a bad influence. Your little incident with the ice and the snow last summer was an accident, not capricious. My past acts were capricious, and indeed, malicious. I am not a good pony, and you deserve a better teacher."

Luna stood, and turned toward the door.

"Luna!" Elsa sat up, now cross-legged on the floor, and grabbed Luna's tail. "Luna, stay. Never in my life have I met someone... someone like me."

"But I'm not like you. You're good, Elsa."

"Don't do that to yourself."

"I tried to end the world."

"You're not that pony any more," Elsa said

"How do you know that?"

Elsa hands kneaded the air, and a small gust of wind brought the statue of her and Anna that Luna had earlier made. "How could someone who doesn't have love in her heart recognize such a perfect gift?"

"Atilla the Hun and Ghengis Khan probably loved their mothers. It means nothing. Shall we take my ship to Saint Helena, and discuss this with Napoleon's ghost? He loved, yet did cruel things to earn his banishment."

Elsa cupped Luna's cheeks between her hands. "Neither of us is perfect, but do you think I can ever find someone quite like you again?"

"You—"

She put a finger to Luna's lips. "Imagine I took a palace maid to my bed. Even if some bribe or threat kept her mouth sealed and the scandal quiet, would she escape with all her fingers and toes, without frostbite? Imagine what I would do to her... feminine treasure... if I lost my control in the throes of passion."

Luna clenched her eyes and hung her head. "At your age, or younger, I... I injured those I loved. It didn't even require adjourning to bed. Even a simple game of ball resulted in friends lost, ribs broken, noses bloodied, friendships obliterated. My magic waxed as control lagged behind."

Elsa's eyes lost their focus as she saw her own terrible memories, Anna falling to the floor of the ballroom, spellstrike to her head.

"It has been centuries," Luna whispered, "and my lessons of control were hard-won."

"And self-taught, I assume?"

Luna frowned.

"That's awful." Elsa brushed a hand against Luna's cheek, then whispered, "Luna, we have a month before your ship will return you to Equestria. Teach me."

Luna smiled, then gave Elsa a peck on her tiny nose. "Very well, but only if you promise to take this as a lesson, and not to enjoy yourself at all."

With a grin and a cross-my-heart gesture, Elsa said, "Perish the thought."

Frowning sternly, Luna nodded. "Not even a little enjoyment. I shall expect a detailed essay written within the day. Now! Remove your nightie."

"Would you rather go somewhere warm?" Elsa asked.

A grin formed on Luna's face. "Wait! An idea occurs. Let's go somewhere cold. I explored it after dinner when I took to my wings in exercise."

"What?"

The false aurora and stars disappeared, the illusion gone and the utilitarian kitchen freezer around them again. The cobalt glow of Luna's horn waxed, making Elsa's eyes water. Elsa held her breath, trying to concentrate, to feel the magic as it built around her. Luna clearly had not just power, but also control and skill. That was the lesson Elsa needed. Luna's lessons might have been hard-won, but they clearly had stuck.

Eddies and whorls of magic filled the room and played around them, chaotic fractals formed from primordial forces. Luna focused and the chaos solidified into structure, the pony wielding the deepest mysteries as a surgeon wields his scalpel, and then—

Snap!

—they were on the balcony of Elsa's ice castle, high on the North Mountain.

They both gasped as half the air rushed from their lungs, escaping into the high altitude. They took in deep new breaths of the thin mountain air.

Luna belched, raised a hoof to her mouth, blushed, and said, "Excuse me!"

Elsa giggled into her hand, and then allowed herself a small belch as her own air pressures equalized. A yawn cleared her ears.

Luna cocked an eyebrow at the broken railing.

"Long story," Elsa said, her face going even more pale than usual.

Luna stood on her back legs and planted her forehooves on the remaining stub of railing, then spread her wings as wide as she could. "Behold."

The sky danced with the cold fire and frozen light of the aurora to their north, and a full moon shined in the south. Frozen wastes stretched as far as they could see, lit by the bone-white of the moon and the pastels of the aurora, and the beauty was as asture and harsh as the greatest marble masterworks of the ancients.

Elsa allowed herself to stare at the mountains and ice, at the lean dark-blue body, the flight muscles holding the wings wide, and the sight left her without words, without even breath.

Sitting down on the balcony, Luna closed her eyes. She lifted her forehooves toward the north like a person warming their hands before a fire. "Turn your face to the aurora, Elsa. Raw magic rains down upon us, if you can train yourself to feel it."

Elsa sat down, next to Luna, shoulder-to-shoulder, and faced the coruscating brilliance.

"My sister," Luna said, "must have been in a mood back home. It is the sun that causes the aurora, three or four days after a tantrum."

"The sun causes the aurora? That can't be."

"Shhhhhh," Luna said. "Magic washes across us, as if we sit on the beach as the tide comes in. Close your eyes. Find the place inside yourself where the magic rules. The place where shame and self-consciousness are gone, but the joy of the magic remains."

"I don't—Luna, I don't understand."

"The aurora sheds raw magic across the land, but only those few of us, those like you and I, Elsa, have enough magic of our own to sense it. Close your eyes, turn your face north, let the aurora fall on your cheeks and forehead. Find that part of you where your magic sits, that part of you that you push down to keep control... let it feel the magic that the aurora showers down on us... find the joy of your gifts, and not the regret and fear, and be in that place."

Elsa frowned up at the aurora, and raised her hands to it, mimicking Luna's pose. Joy? Joy from her magic? It brought only pain, like when she had injured Anna or frozen the land. At best, it brought simple utilitarianism, like the kitchen freezer. Had magic ever given her joy?

The ice skating. She had iced over a plaza in Arendelle, and ice skated with her sister, and her subjects... an afternoon of simple childish delight with Anna, after so many years as strangers. So: she had drawn joy from her magic, after all, hadn't she?

She drew that memory around her, the smell of the summer flowers and the chill of the ice below her, Anna's hand in her own, the heat of the summer sun above, her skin prickling under the sunshine...

...no...

...it wasn't sunshine prickling her skin, tingling her upturned palms.

"Luna... Luna, I feel it. The aurora-shine. It's almost like, my gosh, what is it like? It's like—"

"Like taking nourishment," Luna said. "Your body, and mine, can turn the mundane matter the chefs put on our plates into magic, but the magic of the universe itself is much healthier for us. Remember this lesson, and never spend your life too long without the moon and the aurora and stars. They will nourish the part of you that no other human possesses."

Elsa nodded, and the moon behind her and the stars all around her left her skin tingling, too, now that she knew what she was looking for.

"This magic is a gift, freely given to the living creatures below the sky, but so few can accept this gift. The animals take it happily, but creatures of the thinking races? Pony, griffon, human, deer? They have lost their attunement to this. We who have deep magic, like my sister, like my niece, like my sister's student, like you and I... well! We can accept this gift and be thankful. Remember."

"Luna... thank you."

"The aurora will continue to nourish our magic, as we engage in activities to nourish our hearts." Luna opened her eyes, and stared into Elsa's for a moment, a smile brightening her face. "Remove your nightie."

Elsa hesitated, sourness roiling her stomach, her mouth dry, and then she slowly reached down with trembling hands and grabbed the hem of the nightie and pulled up, exposing her legs, panties, and midriff, but hesitated just before she lifted it past her breasts.

Dark blue eyes widened. "I wish to see you better," Luna said, "for you are gorgeous."

"You've never seen a human before this morning."

"Untrue. Ambassadors, adventurers, traders, and travellers have all visited my land. But your beauty is like this aurora, surrounding and suffusing me." Luna leaned down, nose-to-navel with Elsa. "My goodness, your skin is smooth and pale. It's good that cold doesn't bother me, lest my nethers should be a solid plug of ice, for all the moisture you cause."

Lifting the nightgown another inch, the frigid air now touching the undersides of her breasts, Elsa's heart pounded, and the waffles became bile in her stomach. She hadn't—hadn't—hadn't been naked in front of another human in years. More than a decade! What was the last time...? When, at nine or ten, illwith influenza, her mother had given her a cool bath to tamp down the raging fever. Certainly no one had seen her since she'd grown into her womanhood!

She closed her eyes and ground her teeth, then lifted the nightie over her head and tossed it behind her. Her eyes remained screwed shut, and her breathing shuddered raggedly. She crossed her arms over her breasts.

Feathers tickled up her ribs, to her armpits and then back and forth along her forearms. Elsa's eyes cracked open.

Luna smiled at her, primary feathers extended like long fingers as she alternated left and right wings to tickle Elsa. "You are uptight, Elsa. But there's no need. You are gorgeous, and it is only I, here, tonight."

A small smile played across Elsa's face as her whole body trembled with the nerves, but she forced herself to lean backwards and extended her arms behind her to take her weight.

She arched her back, just a little, to press her breasts forward toward Luna. "The palace's head maid assures me that the teenagers of Arendelle find me comely. But it's hard to make myself believe that."

"I agree with your subjects." Luna's wings reached forward and her feathers brushed the undersides of Elsa's breasts, then downward, making circles around her navel.

Elsa giggled as feathers tickled her ribs, and then leaned back a little farther. Shivers ran down her back and settled into her legs, gooseflesh rising, and then a tingle formed in her most private place, a tingle she had never before felt unless she was alone. "You're giving me chills!" Elsa closed her eyes again and smiled up at the sky, the magical fire of the aurora playing across her belly and chest and thighs and and and nipples... that felt interesting. "Do you have any idea how difficult—yipe!"

Luna's lips, warm and wet, sucked tight onto her left nipple, the tongue probing the hardening tip as the lips massaged the flesh around it. Elsa's eyes snapped open and stared down at Luna. While holding eye contact, Luna's tongue trailed across the mound of Elsa's breast, rightward, then to her other nipple and sucked onto it.

"Sweet heavens," Elsa gasped as the sensation flooded her. The gooseflesh grew stronger and her arms trembled and grew weak.

Luna broke contact with a pop. "Lie back, and stretch out your legs."

Elsa did, and Luna, still standing, cocked her head.

"What's wrong?" Elsa asked.

"You are yet clothed."

Elsa chuckled. "Just panties."

Stretching her neck, Luna grabbed the silk in her teeth, and tugged down. Elsa gasped at the velvety texture of Luna's nose brushed along the skin of her hip, the warmth of Luna's breath driving back the cold night.

Elsa lifted her hips, and then Luna pulled the silken panties past Elsa's ankles and, with a flick of her head, tossed them away.

"Huh," Luna said flatly.

This time, her skin did feel cold, and the sensation of the aurora died. The pleasant gooseflesh disappeared, and Elsa crossed her arms over her breasts again. "What's, what's wrong?" Elsa asked.

"Nothing! Nothing is wrong, of course, dear Elsa. I merely had a moment of education."

"Edu—education?"

"Humans have hair elsewhere than on their scalp."

Her legs tightened together in an attempt to conceal her vulva, and Elsa's hands moved down to cover the thick patch of hair.

"Elsa, I apologize. It compliments you, and indeed, complements you. Did you know it is the same color as you mane?"

"Yes." Elsa scowled at the pony.

Luna sat, and raised her hooves and flared her wings. "Truly—I apologize. I found you most enticing when you were clothed. Now, I find you exquisite. Surely you don't think fur would bother a pony?"

Her thighs relaxed. She leaned back on the balcony floor, and pillowed her head on her hands again. Elsa took a few deep breaths and re-found the aurora's sensation, and relaxation spread over the rest of her. "I suppose I'm in for a surprise or two, also..."

Luna trotted forward, legs to either side of Elsa, and lowered her barrel onto Elsa's torso. Elsa's eyes widened at the weight. How could Luna be so heavy? Standing, the pony's head was only as high as Elsa's sternum. It must be all those toned muscles that Elsa had earlier admired—

Another kiss cut off Elsa's thoughts, and Luna's tail swished back and forth, the silky hairs brushing Elsa's legs.

"Your tail's soft," she said.

"I wash, moisturize, and brush it constantly. The damnable billowing causes horrid tangles, otherwise."

"What is that billowing?"

"We... we have no idea."

The warm hair, or fur, or whatever tickled where it touched her naked skin. Belly, chest, breasts, nipples, neck, shoulders, flanks, all of Elsa tingled with the touch of this wonderful person, or pony, or whatever she was. Someone, some being, who had so much in common, the unwanted magic and the lost control, the injured friends and family, the teenage years further and further into isolation and fear, and yet body so smooth and soft and...

Teeth found Elsa's jawline, nibbling gently, and then a warm tongue played with her earlobe before the teeth nibbled it.

Elsa's right hand reached down, squirming between their hips, and reached her own secret warmth. Her fingers moved and she rubbed herself lightly. Luna broke off her nibbling of Elsa's ear and asked, "A personal question, if I may?"

As Elsa's fingers rubbed circles around her nub, bearing in with more pressure to bring the pleasure she knew was there, Elsa's back arched, pressing her breasts into Luna's barrel. "Huh?"

"Have you taken pleasure with yourself, previously, Elsa? Or are these sensations entirely new to you?"

"Once a month or so," Elsa gasped, slipping her smallest finger into her own wetness. "Ever since last summer. Anna suggested that if I released my 'tension' more often spells might not pop up unbidden so often."

"Excellent," Luna said. "If you know how to take pleasure, my duties will be easier." Luna's neck bent, and she nibbled Elsa's collarbone. Elsa squealed and wriggled, and bore down more vigorously on herself, her wetness burgeoning, the first drop of her own flow slipping down and wetting the hairs between the cheeks of her bottom.

And then another sensation... new and surprising: a hot splat against the back of her hand. It took her a moment before she understood that Luna's excitement, too, burgeoned, the princess's fluids dripping onto Elsa's hand.

"You're enjoying...?" Elsa whispered.

"Mmmm-hmmm." Luna pushed up with her forelegs, lifting her upper body and bending her neck, and licked downward, her long tongue brushing Elsa's nipples again.

Elsa pulled her fingers from her own pleasure and reached up, finding the silken tail, and ran her fingers through the soft hairs, brought both hands to it, combing her fingers through.

"Pull. Gently," Luna ordered.

"What?"

"Tug my tail. It gives me erotic pleasure, but no release, making me pent up and readier for your later ministrations."

Her hands moved around Luna's bottom and grabbed her dock. Elsa gently pulled. Luna's eyes closed and her ears cocked in different directions, the left ear spasming. "Ahhh. Yes. That feels so good, to mix pleasure and a tiny bit of discomfort. Pull a little harder... yessss..."

Her hips pressed down, pushing Elsa's bottom against the floor, and Elsa lifted her hips as the soft fuzz of Luna's pubic fluff rubbed against Elsa's blond patch, the hairs catching and rubbing against each other, the sensation like a tickle but so much more, too.

The wetness of Luna's excitement matted the hair covering Elsa's mound. Elsa's hands reached forward, away from the tail, and grabbed Luna's head. She brought her own head up, and gently tugged Luna's head down to nibble her right ear.

Elsa bit. Hard. The short hairs covering Luna's ear were soft on her tongue and lips, and tasted like lavender. A momentary panic gripped Elsa as she realized, a rock-hard realization in her guts, that this wasn't a person, it was an animal, but then again Luna was a person, simply not a human, for she spoke and thought and had dreams and fears, and—

Luna shouted, and incoherent noise, almost a bark, and the pony's body shuddered against her own, and the wetness gushed across Elsa's own excitement, Luna's hot flows dribbling across the heat of Elsa's private place, dripping across her opening, so copious that it wet her bottom and left a puddle underneath Elsa.

"My secret!" Luna gasped. "My ears are my secret, that nopony has discovered for centuries! When somepony bites them, I cannot help but—"

Elsa nibbled harder, bearing down with her incisors, and Luna spasmed again, her tail flailing and wings spasming. Another gush of hot fluid dripped from Luna, across Elsa's own flaming-hot treasure. Luna's body shook as the sensations took her.

As Luna's shudders faded, Elsa released her ear and pulled back a few inches, looking into Luna's eyes. Luna panted, blinking, and stared at Elsa.

"Wow! Now, to return this favor," Luna said, and shimmied down Elsa's body, until Luna's torso pressed down on Elsa's knees and shins.

"What...?" Elsa said, lifting her head. The shimmering light of the aurora played across Luna's coat, the colors kaleidoscopic, leaving her coat iridescent.

Luna's horn lit and gentle pressure built against the insides of Elsa's thighs. She frowned, her muscles tense.

"Elsa?"

"Y-yes?"

"My dear, if you do not wish this, merely say the word, and I shall return us to the kitchens. If you do wish these lessons—relax thy legs."

A blush formed on her cheeks, the skin hot against the cold night. With a sigh, Elsa let her legs relax, and Luna levitated them up and apart, knees spreading and moving up, Elsa's soles now flat on the balcony's ice.

The pony squirmed forward, and a warm exhalation played across the wetness between Elsa's thighs.

"Goodness, you smell wonderful," Luna said. "Unlike anything of my past experience, enticing and alluring."

"You probably say that to all your lovers."

Luna froze for a moment, and Elsa wondered if she'd offended...? Then, nibbles on her left ankle made her jerk, her bottom jumping from the ice and slapping as it landed again.

"Ah, someone likes that," Luna said with a chuckle, and bit down a little harder, sucking and nibbling up Elsa's calf, then licked the back of her knee.

She moaned in response, covering her eyes with her left forearm as she wriggled against the balcony, biting the meaty part of her right hand to keep from screaming, Luna's nibbling and licking sending bolts of heat and cold up her leg, her nethers now flaming with desire at Luna teased her.

"Please," Elsa whispered. "Please."

The gentle teeth and tongue danced down the inside of Elsa's thigh, toward her treasure. Teeth tugged gently for a moment on her long pubic hairs, and then nibbled down her other thigh, away from her, away from her and her burning readiness, and to her other knee.

"You can't leave me this way!" Elsa whimpered.

"Can," Luna replied between a long lick and a quick nibble against the back of Elsa's right knee. "Will."

Elsa pressed her palms together in front of her face, and then spread them apart. A dildo formed in a swirl of magic, its ice so clear and pure it could have been of the finest artisan's glass, or even diamond. Taking it in both hands, she reached down and positioned the rounded tip of the dildo against her own opening.

The nibbling on her lower leg halted. "Is that not cold?"

Guiding it with one hand, two fingers of the other hand opening her own folds, Elsa slid the tiny dildo in two inches. She sighed and wriggled her bottom against the balcony, adjusting to the fullness. She looked into Luna's eyes. "Silly you, do you think cold...?"

"Of course, of course. But—" a sudden warmth brushed against Elsa's intimate place as Luna's magic extracted the dildo, Elsa's eyes widening in pleasure at the touch, and Luna held it up, inspecting it "—what do you call this?"

"My secret friend."

Luna rolled her eyes, then sucked the dildo like a child with a popsicle, eyes closing as she sampled the taste of Elsa depths.

"Sweet, indeed floral, but perhaps a hint of something savory, too. Unlike any I have tasted before. Allspice, I think." Luna's horn flashed, and the dildo evaporated to steam. "I shall need to investigate further."

"Hey! That was—" Elsa snapped, but then her life changed forever.

Luna's tongue licked up, from the bottom of her slit to her clitoris. The warmth sent bolts like lighting up from her nethers to her head, and the pony's tongue had a slight roughness which prickled and tugged at the soft skin of her inner lips and pulled on the long hairs that covered her outer lips so densely.

If she thought the glow of the aurora had been magical, this was something far more, something primordial. Years of trained Royal dignity, aloofness, inhibition, coldness tried to rise and demand she slap her thighs closed and harangue the pony—and then she just relaxed a little more, and let the sensation wash across her.

The tongue and lips played up and down her opening, Luna's hot breath and warm mouth teasing her. Elsa's hips ground down, her bottom mashed against the ice as she reached and grabbed Luna's ears, crushing Luna's face tight against herself.

"Mmrrrrph!" Luna said, and then drove her long tongue firmly up Elsa's canal.

Luna's ears perked up under Elsa's hands, going stiffly erect with delight. Elsa's hands clenched harder as the sensations overwhelmed her. Luna burrowed deeper, her wings slowly rising, an inch or two with each heartbeat, until they flared high above Elsa, stiff and majestic, a dark silhouette against the aurora. Elsa panted, biting her lower lip, and her eyes watered as the tongue massaged her depths and the lips rubbed against her own intimate place.

"So wonderful," Luna said, pulling her face away with a slurp, and then ran her tongue around her lips to gather all Elsa's flavor. "So much unlike—"

"Un... unlike?"

Luna scowled, then shook her head. "Let us not worry about that."

With another flash of magic, Luna summoned a new ice dildo—but unlike Elsa's earlier one, this was shaped with the distinct flare and bulges of a stallion's member, its length was comparable to Elsa's forearm, and its diameter approached that of Elsa's thigh.

It probably weighed thirty pounds. Elsa chuckled. "You can't be serious. That'll never fit inside me, and you're half my size."

"Is that a challenge? Hmmmpf!" Luna stood, raised her tail and nose, and levitated the dildo behind herself. "I have had thousands of stallions larger than this minor bauble! Sometimes several at once! One in my marehood while another delves my forbidden depths, and a third and even a fourth in my mouth!"

Elsa lifted her head to watch, and reached down, rubbing her own throbbing clitoris and inserting a finger into her channel, keeping herself motivated while Luna—

"Errr... uhhh... hrmmm..." Luna grunted, the dildo pressing underneath her tail. Her wings collapsed and ears flattened as she struggled to insert the monstrosity. Her horn grew brighter as she struggled, and with a bright flare of magic, she knocked herself forward, landing chin-first on Elsa's pubic patch, rump held high, tail flagged, but dildo still definitely outside her.

Luna panted, smacking one rear hoof on the balcony as the enormous toy pressed at her frustrated opening.

"I... cannot." The dildo fell to the floor and shattered.

"Luna," Elsa whispered, "have you, by any chance, been embellishing your past experience?"

Luna dropped her bottom to the floor and covered her eyes with her wings, her chin still pillowed on Elsa's soft mound. "'Tis... 'tis that obvious?"

Pushing up to sit, no longer reclined, and Luna's chin slid off Elsa to the balcony surface. Elsa looked down at her, and laid a hand on Luna's head, just in front of the horn.

"It's... please, it's okay, Luna."

"I traipse through the dream realm. Here in the waking world, I am an alicorn, a creature of untold power... but in the dream realm, I am a goddess, with power beyond imagining, and my slightest whim becomes reality. I enter dreams and experience the physical love, both imagined and remembered, of all of my subjects. I bend their fantasies to myself, so I am the most wanted creature in the land when they awake the next morning. Stallions dream of themselves with cocks the size of tree trunks and then I dominate them with wanton abandon, taking their love and leaving them exhausted and spent and content and befuddled. But... but 'tis the dream realm, where I spend my waking life... 'tisn't the real world."

Luna's nose moved up, nuzzling the palm of Elsa's hand. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed, then her tongue played along Elsa's fingers, sampling the slickness of Elsa's excitement where it still wet her long fingers.

"But," Luna continued, "after what I did to my cousin, the friendship I ended, the love I ruined... Had I only remained the pegasus filly I am in my most cherished memories... my damn magic humiliated and drove him away. He is now dead while I suffer accursed immortality. We would have wed, loved, made foals, and died of old age together, had immortality and responsibility not been forced upon me when I was but a foal, myself. So... I settle for the dream realm, ever since."

Luna shook, her entire body heaving as she fought down sobs, and her wings pressed more tightly against her eyes.

Elsa sat up onto her knees and then inched forward and hugged Luna. Feathery wings extended and wrapped around Elsa.

"Do you want to call it a night, Luna? Are you too distraught?"

"No. No, I should like to—" she looked up at Elsa, and swallowed twice, her eyes wide and pupils quivering "—to make love."

Elsa reached down, and took Luna under her armpits. She grunted as she lifted the pony, and laid her onto her back.

With a smile, Elsa said, "now you spread your thighs."

Luna grinned, spreading her thighs wide and unfurling her wings flat against the balcony. Her tail flirted at Elsa.

Elsa's hands kneaded the air again and Luna's horn glowed, as both simultaneously summoned dildos, modestly sized but larger than the first Elsa had summoned, the ice of each as smooth and clear as diamond.

"Great minds—" began Luna

"—think alike," finished Elsa.

Chapter 3: Lovemaking

The aurora shined down, and the full moon cast thin shadows in the night. Wind off the mountain face blew across the ice castle's balcony, ruffling Luna's feathers and the hairs that had escaped Elsa's braid.

Elsa moved and kneeled down, planting her knees on either side of Luna's ears, and lowered herself down onto her elbows, her head just above the base of Luna's tail.

"I approve of your thinking," Luna said.

Elsa looked down, under her own breasts, abs, and bush, and smiled at Luna. Luna winked, and then reached up with her tongue and brushed it across Elsa's underside, a shot running from her wetness straight to her head, making her vision sparkle and her eyes widen. Her body spasmed and she gasped, right hand clenching the dildo.

As her lick tickled the bright-pink inner lips, Luna studied the sights in front of her. She could see better in the dark than most ponies could see in full sun, so all of Elsa's hidden glory was revealed to her. The clit, throbbing with her heartbeat, glistened with her wetness. Silken hair, so blond it was nearly white, curled in tight ringlets across her pubis, thickly across the outer lips, and then ran up into her crevice between her buttocks. Luna added a hint of levitation, spreading Elsa's bottom wide.

She gasped but then arched her back. "Like what you see, Luna?"

"Indeed!" The blond hairs thinned to nothing as they progressed past her rear entrance and up her backside. Luna brushed Elsa's clit with her tongue, and the pale-colored hole clenched in response. "I do, indeed."

With a deep breath, Elsa lowered herself to her elbows and took in the sights before her eyes. The tail swished, its long hairs melding into an ethereal flow. Luna's hips and abdomen rippled with her lean strength, every breath emphasizing the sharply defined muscles beneath the fur. She stared. The soldiers and handymen around the palace were muscular, of course, but in a bulky and rather crude way. Anna's beau was built solidly, but not in any way that drew Elsa's eyes. The young women around the palace, the maids or cooks... well, Elsa had often let her eyes take in their forms: they were all healthy and strong, as long days working with the hands and their backs required, but none like this. Her mind fought for the word; if Luna were a human, how would she describe her appearance?

Elsa then ran her fingers along the inside of Luna's thigh, and felt the hard muscles beneath the downy-soft coat.

If she were a human, she would be a marathoner.

Those thoughts cut off as Elsa's breath rushed out, Luna's tongue swirling against her clit, then Luna's lips clamped down, sucking on Elsa. Lights like the aurora flashed in Elsa's head as fire lit inside her belly. Such a sensation! She had rubbed herself off before falling asleep every night (not just monthly, as she had earlier lied to Luna) ever since the whole 'frozen summer' incident, but in all those months, she never felt anything like—

The tip of Luna's dildo touched Elsa's opening, just past Luna's massaging lips and tongue, and her vision went dark as it slid in, splitting open her channel while the tongue kept working, fire and ice so close to each other the sensations crossed and melded together.

Into her, deeper, Luna slid the dildo further in. Like an avalanche letting loose after a mountain blizzard, Elsa lost control. The who-knew-how-long of their earlier talking and teasing and playing had left her pent up, and this dildo was twice the diameter of any Elsa had used before, so it split wide her pussy, queens can think pussy while they cum, it doesn't have to be so formal, split it wider than it ever had been before in her life, her virginal snatch stretching and fighting the insertion, but she was so wet it slid in just fine, and it was ice and Elsa was the Queen of Ice, no its Goddess, and it went in deeper still—

Elsa raised her head to the sky and moaned, loud and deep. Her back arched.

Luna watched Elsa's response to her ministrations. The powerful orgam made her squirt into Luna's mouth, a hot flow of thick excitement slicking Luna's tongue, tasting like honey and fire. Elsa's pussy clenched on the dildo, trying to force it out, but Luna nudged it back in. She placed her forehooves against Elsa's bottom and spread the cheeks open. The alluringly puckered bumhole clenched and winked in time with the grinding of Elsa's hips and clenching of her pussy.

Elsa grabbed Luna's tail with one hand and pulled, her long thumbnail scratching up and down its dock, the pain of the tug shooting up Luna's spine but actually feeling rather good, in a naughty sort of way, pain turning into excitement as the muscles around Luna's belly clenched in response, Luna's thighs momentarily clamping tight against Elsa's shoulders, and her own pussy was throbbing now, hot and slick, ready for Elsa's touch.

"Luna!" Elsa moaned. "That—I've never felt like that before."

She pulled her mouth away from Elsa's snatch with a pop, a thick string of Elsa's excitement connecting Luna's lower lip to Elsa's clit. She gathered it with her tongue and swallowed. "I'm glad, Elsa, that I can make you happy."

Elsa panted, one hand on the ground and the other pressed against her heart.

"Elsa?"

"Yes, Luna?"

"My love is unsatiated."

Elsa shook her head, clearing out the last sparkles of light that the orgasm had left behind. She looked at Luna again, but this time focusing not on the muscles and midnight-blue coat and the whole of her, but instead, focused intently on Luna's private area. The blue hairs of her coat grew short over her mound, but still covered her outer lips. Inside them were bright pink inner lips and Luna's opening. Her clit winked out of its hood, huge, reddish-pink, and demanding attention.

She hesitated, though. Her whole life—there had been humans, and there had been animals. Luna seemed not to hesitate for a moment to make love to her, but Luna had grown up in a place where many different animals could be people: ponies, donkeys, mules; hippogriffs, griffons, deer; so many others. Luna must know, deep in her heart, that personhood came in many packages.

But Elsa hesitated. Her mind knew that same lesson, but could she make her body...?

Another shudder rippled up Elsa's spine as Luna began to slide the dildo in-and-out, building into a wonderful rhythm. Elsa blinked stars out of her vision and looked at the marehood in front of her. This was most certainly a person, one who could sense Elsa's moods, and what to say or do to put her at ease.

She lowered her head and breathed in deeply. Luna smelled not like an animal at all: the very faint hint of soap from her bath could still be smelled, but it was almost lost under the thick and wonderful musk of Luna's excitement, her nethers wet and dripping.

Elsa bent down and kissed lightly on the dark blue coat of Luna's dock, the short hairs tickling her tongue and lips and nose.

The tail smacked her across the head. Elsa squeaked, closing her eyes and hunching her shoulders.

"Sorry!" Luna gasped. The tail smacked Elsa's head again. "It's somewhat of its own mind, especially when my attention is split. You may be forced to ice it to the balcony. I do not mind."

With a small chuckle, Elsa ignored the ephemeral hairs batting the top of her own scalp, and reached with the dildo. She brushed its tip up-and-down, dragging its rounded tip along Luna's lips. Luna's flows began in earnest, thin fluid slicking the dildo and the pink folds, soaking the blue fur of the outer lips, dribbling down and wetting her dark-blue tailhole until it shined.

Soft fur touched Elsa's belly and breasts as Luna arched her back. Luna moaned into Elsa's pussy, the sucking and stroking of her dildo losing their rhythm and turning random as Elsa teased Luna's lips. Fire lit inside Elsa's channel, the ice dildo feeling like a billet of white-hot iron from a blacksmith's forge, the fire ran around her pussy and up the cleft of her bottom to her spine, where it spread across her entire body, the sensations of the warm mouth on her clit contrasted against the cold air against her skin, and the stroking, stroking, stroking of the hard dildo going ever deeper, driving her inexorably forward.

She bit Luna's pubic fluff and gave a little tug. Luna squealed and shivered. Elsa clamped her own lips around Luna's huge clit. The nub pulsed in surprise, pushing against her tongue, and Elsa's eyes widened as she tasted the body of another person (or pony, or whatever, don't worry about semantics) for the first time. Luna's muscles tightened under Elsa's torso. Wetness coated Elsa's tongue. It struck Elsa with its sweetness, like candy, but also deep and complex, with fruity undertones the castle sommelier would have tsk-tsked at Elsa for failing to identify.

Luna's juices were glorious, and Elsa's greedy sucking moved down from her clit. She pulled the dildo away to make room for her mouth to clamp over Luna's lips. Elsa sucked and massaged, her lips melding into Luna's pussylips, warmth upon warmth, the soft inner lips and the downy fuzz leaving Elsa's entire face atingle, the sensation unlike anything she had ever known. The smell of Luna's intimacy filled Elsa's nose, so strong it filled her entire mind, the wetness coating her cheeks and chin, intoxicating and leaving her more light-headed than could be blamed just on the thin mountain air.

"Elsa, release yourself," came Luna's words from under her bum. "Holding your magic in check will leave your pleasure in check, too."

Cold swirled around them, a snow squall blowing across them with sudden wind. Freezing fog blotted away the aurora and the moon as Elsa's control slipped, but who cared? She couldn't hurt this ice castle, and she couldn't hurt this partner, this lover, alone of any she might ever sample.

"Good!" Luna gasped, "Now, toss away your last hesitation. Let it—"

Elsa's magic came in its full glory, and the storm erupted down off the mountain, cutting off Luna's words, blowing across them as they desperately made love. Sleet pattered against Elsa's bare back but she ignored it. She blinked ice crystals from her eyelashes. Luna's sucking and tonguing grew faster and faster.

Elsa drove her tongue deep into Luna and pulled it back, sampling the juices from far inside, and the taste deepened, complexified, hints of blackcurrant and lavender, just a slight bit of peppery heat, too. This pony was complex on the palate, indeed! Luna screamed, a high-pitched keen into the night, and drove the dildo harder into Elsa, tilted its end up so that its tip tilted down and it hit the sensitive spot on the front of Elsa's vagina, and Elsa felt herself go over the edge, and new orgasm striking her. Lighting flashed in the raging snowstorm, the clouds lit with brilliant white light in time to her muscles clenching down around the dildo.

Elsa ground her hips down against Luna's face and heard a hollow thonk over the wind as the pony's skull and horn hit the balcony.

Immediately, Luna buried her face harder into Elsa's nethers, sucking and probing fervently, tongue circling her nub and lips massaging, the dildo buried fully inside, and Elsa did the same, mouth and lips around Luna's clit, fingers pushing the dildo in until it hilted against the end of Luna's canal, then stroking it in-and-out.

Ice-crusted feathers touched Elsa's nipples. Goodness! Even Luna's wings were firm, thickly muscled, their tips brushing the soft down of the feathers firmly against Elsa.

Pleasure rose in Elsa again, a third orgasm building, the blizzard around them so thick she couldn't see past Luna's head, and she concentrated, fighting to keep her mind focused on Luna, feeling Luna's responses as the fire crashed in waves across Elsa's pussy, her own muscles clenching on the dildo and her clit throbbing against Luna's tongue, she rode the wave of pleasure and tilted her head, running her tongue around Luna's clit. Luna bucked underneath her, her own pleasure driving her to the edge of control.

Luna's horn discharged with a snap, and the illusory aurora surrounded them again, its pinks and greens and reds lighting up Elsa's billowing snow and fog, their two spells melding and merging and becoming one as they both gave up on control, the pleasure of their bodies driving their magic, their powers combined around them just as intimately as their two bodies were joined.

Elsa grimaced as every muscle in her belly clenched with the height of her own orgasm, her vision blackening and her ears ringing, even the smell and taste and tickle of the fur against her cheeks fading away as her entire mind focused on the clenching, clenching, clenching explosion inside herself—

She drove her tongue against Luna's clit, slammed the dildo deep into Luna with one hand, and yanked Luna's tail with the other, all simultaneously.

Luna's shout tore across the mountain, left Elsa's ears ringing, and the fountain of magic that blasted from Luna's horn at her own climax lit up the entire mountainside and valley in a daylight-bright flash of auroral reds and blues. Luna squirted, spaying a tremendous quantity of her marespunk into Elsa's mouth, and across Elsa's chin, even some getting up her nose. She swallowed, treasuring every drop as it burned down her throat with a tingle of the pony's magic, and Luna's body bucked several times beneath Elsa as the aftershocks of the climax rebounded up and down her spine.

After a second, gentler, tug of the tail, Elsa released it, and slowly withdrew the dildo. She pushed up to sitting position, and hiked up a leg to lever herself off Luna.

Luna pulled the dildo from Elsa and collapsed backwards, wings, legs, and tail splayed, head flat on the icy balcony.

They stared at each other as they both caught their breath and dripped their juices onto the balcony.

The snowstorm and the false aurora faded away, leaving the two of them again under the clear sky, the full moon, and the true northern lights. Half an inch of fresh snow, crusted with ice, covered the balcony.

Blue eyes met blue eyes with a smile. Elsa raised the dildo to her mouth and licked the juices from it. Luna took the other dildo and sucked it clean, too.

Luna rolled onto her belly and flagged her tail high, letting the night air cool her down. Elsa lay down onto her own belly and scooted close, her right side to Luna's left. The balcony's ice on her engorged nipples left a pleasant chill to help cool down the post-orasgmic heat.

They turned their heads and kissed, nuzzling each other. Sticky juices on their cheeks and chins smeared together, transferred back as forth as they nuzzled and kissed, licking clean each other's faces. Flawlessly smooth skin and silken coat rubbed against each other, the sensation new to them both, but the gentle sensuality helping them come down from their excitement, back toward normal.

"Wow," they both said, after the minute or two. Luna furled her left wing over Elsa, soft down brushing smooth skin.

"Better than your other time?" Elsa asked.

Luna chuckled. "Much."

"Thanks for—for making my first so good."

"We shall need to do this again. I have many ideas."

Elsa looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. Luna's horn glowed, and the dildo floated up, in front of them, growing and shifting, expanding, and a second dildo sprouted from its end at a ninety degree angle. "I place one of these ends inside myself, and then I can mount you like a stallion—"

"No! I mean, no thanks," Elsa said with a frown. "I don't think I would like that... at least, not yet."

With a nod, Luna evaporated the dildo to steam. "Plenty of ideas. We need not decide now, and I should never insist on something you didn't desire."

Elsa nuzzled her cheek again, and closed her eyes. "I feel the aurora," she said. "Its magic is falling down upon us. It's warming my butt!" She chuckled. "Thank you for teaching me that... for everything you've taught me."

"I think I've learned quite a bit from you, too," Luna said. "My thanks, as well."

"We need to get back to the palace," Elsa said.

"Sadly, yes. Are you ready for the teleport?"

Elsa stood and turned in a full circle, scowling. "Can you teleport me straight to my chambers?"

"No, I must return us to the kitchens. I haven't been to your rooms, so I can't hit them safely."

"We can't go to the kitchen! I'll have to walk clear across the palace."

Luna frowned. "I... I don't understand."

"The wind blew away my nightie and panties."

Luna stood, tapped her chin in thought, then smiled and flared her wings high. "Your chambers have a balcony. Elsa, do you know how to ride... bareback?"

Elsa smiled in return.

Author's Note

How am I gonna keep a straight face the next time I go to Disney World and get a family picture taken with Elsa and Anna?

My first attempt at F / F, and my second at human / pony. I hope you enjoyed! Constructive comments are welcome.

Sequels under consideration: pony!Sunburst and human!Anna, and human!Kristoff and reindeer!Alice (from "Best Gift Ever.")