Phoenix Rebirth

Over the next few days ponies could be seen running around getting ready for the upcoming wedding between Princess Celestia and Princess Philomena, eager to make everything perfect for their glorious ruler. As the days past however, Celestia began noticing how close her sister and former student had become recently. She wasn’t really surprised, she had known of Luna’s feelings for the mare beside her, but she was worried about Twilight. She had known that Twilight had feelings for her, but had kept her distance due to her love for Philomena. She suspected, maybe falsely, that Twilight was simply using her sister to fill a hole that had been left due to her absence, and so she was heading to her sisters room to warn her, as was her duty as big sister.

She knocked on the door, waiting patiently till her sister opened the door, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Twilight was not inside.

“Sister, what brings you to my chambers this day?”

“Sister, we need to talk.”

Luna sighed, sitting down at her table and glaring at Celestia, suspecting what she wanted to talk about.

“Luna, I know you and Twilight have become “close” these past few days, but I worry that you are letting yourself get used by Twilight.”

“And what if I am sister,” asked Luna to the shock of her sister.

Luna got up, walking up and glaring straight into her sisters eyes, her face inches from Celestia’s. “She loved you, and instead of doing the right thing and telling her you could not love her back, you lead her on!”

“…but…but sister, I had to…”

“Had to! Why pray tell did you have to oh sister of mine!”

“If I had told her we could never be it would have devastated her Luna, she would have regressed and stopped with her studies on friendship…”

“Then what about after! She was a princess for almost three years before you asked her to help you with Philomena, had all that time to tell her then!”

“And the results would have been the same; she would have been devastated and wouldn’t have been amble to adjust to her abilities as a Princess…”

“And you think this is better,” yelled Luna, stamping her hoof on the ground. “Did you know she wanted to hurt Philomena, what you did hurt her Celestia, and I brought her comfort, why should that be wrong?”

Celestia stared at her sister, shocked by her outburst.

“Now please leave,” said Luna, “Twilight will be here soon, and I do not wish you to be here when she gets here.”

“Luna please…”

“WE SAID LEAVE!”

Celestia looked at her sister in fear; for she could have sworn for the briefest of moments she had seen Nightmare Moons eyes instead of her sisters. She shook her head, turning and leaving out the door, not wishing to anger her sister further.

* * *

Twilight watched patiently from Luna’s bed as the mare paced back and forth, noting some of the changes working their way over Luna but nor speaking of them, rather she simply listened.

“We cannot believe the nerve of that mare, coming in and addressing us as though we were a mere foal! We knew what we were getting into when we let you take us into your bed, and we do not care if we are being used!”

“Luna.”

“You need us, and it may not be how we wanted it but we will take what we can…”

Luna then felt a hoof on her mouth, and upon looking up she nearly screamed, for Twilight had changed. Her coat and wings had changed to a dark purple, and her mane and tail now flowed around her, the end looking like a torn fabric as they billowed in their own invisible breeze. But it was her eyes that shocked her the most, for they looked like purple versions of Nightmare Moon’s eyes.

“You know, your anger is quite infectious…I kind of like it.”

“Infectious,” asked Luna, before she caught the sight of her hoof, and then she did scream. She ran to the mirror in her room, and was greeted by the sight of Nightmare Moon gazing upon her, black fur and all. She saw Twilight walk up behind her, leaning her body over her and placing her head next to Luna’s.

“You know, black really suits you,” said Twilight, nibbling at Luna’s ear in a playful manner.

“No, no this is bad, I need to stop this before…”

Suddenly Twilight grabbed Luna, flipping her roughly onto her back and pinning her to the floor. “Why should you stop it, I like this side of you. It’s strong,” Twilight nipped at her bottom jaw, “its powerful,” she nipped at her neck, “and it’s all mine!”

Twilight then bit down hard, her recently grown fangs digging in and drawing blood. Luna was surprised by her own reaction, for instead of crying out in pain, she moaned in pleasure. After a moment she felt Twilight let go of her neck, and watched as the darkened mare lifted her head, licking the blood from her lips and gazing down at Luna with a hungry look in her serpentine eyes.

“So tell me my dark temptress,” said Twilight, “do you really want to stop this?”

When Luna gazed up into those eyes, she knew deep down she should say yes. But she also knew looking into those eyes, that she only had one answer to give.

“No.”

* * *

Deep within the bowls of Canterlot, something old stirred within the crystals below. It had been sleeping peacefully, though it longed to be awake like it was now, woken up by the moan of one it had once cherished. It slowly stretched itself out, straining the magical restraints of its crystal prison only slightly, so weakened had it become since its imprisonment.

It cast its senses out, looking to see what had caused Moon to moan the way it did, and stopped when its senses picked up something it didn’t expect to find, it sensed Magic in Moon’s room. It took a while to examine Magic, noting her anger and jealousy over something, something pertaining to Sun, and it smiled.

“Long I have waited for thee, or Magic my sweet,” it hissed, slowly returning its senses to the place it was trapped in, beginning to focus its magic. It needed to talk to Magic, needed to convince her to give it some of her magic if it was to set its plans in motion. So it began concentrating, building the image that would help it commune with magic, and thus begin its road to freedom.

All it needed was time.