Cadance burst into the bedroom. Still asleep, Luna snorted, a whinny escaping her lips. Folded in sheets the midnight alicorn was oblivious to the outside world, but not for much longer.

“Luna… LUNA!” Cadance tried to rouse the sleeping beauty to no avail. If a cannon hadn’t woken her earlier all the shouting in Equestria probably wouldn’t help. An alternative method was required. Using magic, Cadance pooled water from the nearby bathroom sink, forming an ethereal water-balloon. Hovering it over top of Luna, the magic gravitating it vanished.

“AHHH! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!” Luna shouted using the royal Canterlot voice as she was doused in water. The midnight blue alicorn sat straight up in bed, sputtering a portion of water that managed to spill into her previously slack jaw.

“Luna!” Cadance yelled once more, placing her hooves on either side of her younger aunt and shaking her vigorously, “Calm down! I really, really need your help. It’s an emergency.”

Despite the contradictory message, Luna quickly displayed her concern. “W-What is the matter niece?”

Cadance winced as she felt another wet lick on her backside.

“Oh you are naughty, aren’t you?” snickered Celestia from the rear of the pink pony, “coming to my sister’s bedroom like this… you wanted her to join in too, didn’t you?” Cadance had done her best to try to keep the perverted princess calm. The fact they were in a bedroom probably wasn’t helping.

“That,” stated Cadance succinctly, pointing behind her. It was all the evidence she needed.

“Has my sister been this affectionate the entire time?”

“Since this morning,” Cadance answered, swatting away another of Celestia’s advances, “And it’s starting to become a real problem. I think it might even be getting worse.”

True to her words, Celestia decided talking was boring. Wanting to speed things along, she nosed her niece’s stuffy slit, incensed by the aromatic aphrodisiac wafting out the hole.

“I-I have never seen her like this,” Luna said, “Even in estrus it is never this bad.”

“Well we’ve got to do something! We can’t afford to leave her-” hot breath panting at Cadance’s rear, “-like this.”

“I-” Luna swallowed and continued reluctantly, “I was afraid something might have gone wrong since last night, when I tried to pull you into Celestia’s mind, and I umm…” It had been a rather private moment, but Luna decided any awkwardness between her and her niece could be resolved after they fixed the immediate problem, “I saw the fantasy you had constructed.” Cadance blushed and looked away, ashamed.

So she knew about that after all.

“Do not worry niece. I often see the darkest most private thoughts of ponies. Your imagination is not what concerns me. What does is what effect our combined powers might have had on my sister. Your magic may have impeded resilience, but there was a powerful lust in the forefront of your mind. Something I was unprepared for.”

Cadance thought back to when Luna asked her to clear her mind. In doing so she had only been left with one thought: the desire to mate. Celestia now reflected those same desires, amplified to a higher magnitude, continuing to indecently sniff the entrance of Cadance’s marehood.

“It is possible we inadvertently planted a mental command into my sister, causing her to act in such an unusual way.”

“How can we be sure?” queried Cadance.

“We go back and check.”

Cadance shot Luna a skeptical look. “But she’s awake now. And I doubt we’ll be able to get her back to sleep. At least not without using my magic or giving her what she wants.”

Luna raised an eyebrow at the comment. “Actually, that is exactly what we need to do. Bring her to orgasm.”

“What? No!” Cadance protested, “I was joking…” She hated to admit she got a little excited at the idea. As a result, her disdain wasn’t very convincing. The foreboding smell returned: damp lingering musk. Mixed results from the humidity and Luna’s proposition.

“During orgasm the conscious mind is virtually defenseless. Those seconds would help my ability overpower her. It may be the only chance to return her to normal,” Luna said somberly, “without anypony else finding out.”

A terrible sinking feeling came over Cadance. She could tell Luna wasn’t joking: the midnight mare rarely did. And it’s not like there was much of a choice if they wanted to save face and retain Celestia’s common decency. Doctor patient confidentiality be damned. Cadance barely made it to Luna’s bedroom without their lewd behavior being discovered.

“Okay then,” Cadance relented, swallowing hard, secretly wondering how Luna knew ponies were susceptible to her abilities during orgasm. She wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea. Celestia was an attractive individual and there were times when Cadance noticed other mares. Nothing overtly sexual, but beauty and style were qualities to be admired in anypony. Celestia had both. As well as power: a rare but equally attractive attribute. The three most powerful ponies in Equestria copulating: a rather scintillating prospect. It was making her wet. “How do we start?”

“Looks like you already have,” Luna observed.

Cadance glanced over her backside at her anxious aunt, who pushed into it, forcing both of them to tumble forward onto the bed. Cadance ended up across Luna’s lap while Celestia mounted her niece. As indecent as it was, Cadance appreciated the enthusiasm. It shouldn’t be hard to get a mare that horny to climax. Sour scents permeated the lower lips of each mare, holes winking, preparing their bodies by suffocating the senses with the heady, stifling odor. Evidence that Cadance and Luna may not have fully accepted their promise of promiscuity, but their bodies had, and were now holding their minds accountable. Sweat poured from each of the mares, the heat of the day unrelenting. And it was about to get a lot hotter, intercourse inevitable.

Celestia nipped the back of Cadance’s ear impatiently. Errant hairs from Cadance’s mane hung down loose over her forehead. Earlier it had been properly coiffed, but now her hair returned to a disheveled state. Heat matting the follicles: styled for sex. Leaning in further, Celestia buoyed her breasts at Cadance’s flank. The spherical protrusions slapped up against her gaping hole, eliciting an uncouth bray from the youngest princess. At this point any sort of stimulation was satisfactory for her throbbing marehood. The puffy pink paunch winked, opening wide to try and slip the entirety of Celestia into its gushing void. Indiscreetly, Cadance allowed her tongue to loll out of her mouth in approval, staining the bed with saliva.

Before they could go any further, Luna leaned over, helping them into a more comfortable position on the bed. The three mares stared awkwardly at one another for a moment. In earnest, two wondering what they were about to do while the other wondered which positions would feel the best. This plan had better work.

Outlining Celestia’s chest with her hooves, Cadance slipped around her partner’s backside and motioned for Luna to assist. The mare of the moon crept over to Celestia’s backside. Delicately, Cadance pushed forward while Luna cradled from behind, laying Celestia down onto the bed. Her angelic wings flared out to either side as Cadance straddled the sun goddess’s navel, flowing locks and brilliant amethyst eyes a welcome sight. Celestia’s mouth hung open slightly, daring the pink pony to French it. And kiss it she did, leaning down until lips pressed against lips, the vacuum of air evacuating between the spaces creating a sloppy sucking sound. Welcoming curious tongues from one orifice to the other, new habitats readied their salivary glands, anxious to explore new tastes. The refined palate of Celestia savored hints of many different things. Asparagus and garlicky mashed potato from last night, radish based arugula pâté off the appetizers a few minutes ago, all washed together to create a buffet of delights for Cadance to investigate. Celestia was enjoying her tasting as well. Her niece’s clean teeth, brushed this morning to be minty and light, were a breath of fresh air. So different juxtaposed against the saccharine stench of lovemaking which was building around them. Even after taking in all the flavors, another distinct fragrance emanated directly from Celestia’s mane. Roses, that’s what it was. The finest fragrance bits could buy. Earlier she complained about the thorns, now she got to enjoy its petals.

Continuously the two ponies made-out, every second growing more desperate, as if each were trying to resuscitate the other. They shoved their snouts together forming a cohesive froth of enzymes that conjoined them at the lips. Sauce spilled over to mat the fur nearest mouths. Horns illuminating, little sparks flew from their tips, the electricity from their emotions finding its conduit. Finally, Cadance broke for a gasp of air, falling down onto Celesita’s own heaving chest. So lost in the moment she had forgotten to take a breath. Lust is a terribly infectious disease.

Luna watched near the end of the bed awestruck by the debaucherous display, unable to find an opportunity to turn the twosome into a threesome. Could her sister forgive them? After all, sometimes sex is just sex. But as somepony who had monitored the unwitting dreams and desires of many ponies throughout the years, she had trouble believing that. Did these actions reflect a hidden physiological desire within Celestia? Or were they just the result of magic gone awry? Regardless, there was definitely something wrong with Celestia. She gave in so readily to the idea of intercourse. Celestia: the calm, cool, controlled, one. The kind of princess Luna hoped she could be one day, nothing like the mare before her now. Although Luna could admit, from the way Celestia was handling Cadance, it might be interesting to see more of this side of her sister.

Watching Celestia’s haunches slicken with mare juice, Luna became more and more heated. Cadance’s dream from yesterday was coming to life. The two princess ponies humped at one another, little squeaks escaping their mouths in-between breathless moans. Cadance seemed comfortable diving right in, mouth groping furiously for that last nibble or peck here and there, neither pony dominating the other. Not like Luna could. The night had taught her much that she could reveal if afforded the appropriate opportunity. And here it was, impossible to resist.

Her own hoof came to her mound, naturally drawn there to assist the decent into bestial lust. She wanted it. Never before had she acknowledged such a strong urge to exert her dominance her. Well, not since being Nightmare Moon. She hoped Cadance hadn’t noticed this morning: the damp stain on the sheets. Byproduct of masturbating furiously to the thought of Cadance’s imaginary phallus plugging Celestia’s generously proportioned rump. Luna stirred her clit, folding down prepuce to massage the bump. It stiffened to the touch, allowing mare juices to spill out onto the comforter. Sights, sounds, and smells all came as an exotic bouquet to sever her restraint. Luna presently found herself on her back, moaning and bucking into the air. Rocking the bed, she demanded the attention of her niece and sister.

Cadance and Celestia interrupted their foreplay to turn and watch the performance. However, Luna insisted they make a more personal investment. Using magic, she shoved Cadance so her slobbering snout bisected the midnight mare’s thighs. It sloshed around taking in a large dose of the secreted slime. The nether nectar boasted rich, bold flavors, belied by the soiling smell. Each component worked in tandem to motivate Cadance’s tongue to move faster, rudder-ing between sticking labia, cleaning out her younger aunt. Grateful to her niece, Luna twitched and leaked more mare mess from her loins.

Not far behind, Celestia was dragged tail first by the same levitation magic. Though unnecessary: as she wouldn’t have refused. The solar sovereign hooked around Luna’s torso, straddling it, and offered herself, pulling apart sticky swollen cheeks to give Luna an excellent view of her perspiring privates. A single drop of sweat beaded, trickling down the slope of Celestia’s bulging breasts. Luna extended her tongue, a platform for the drop, savoring the salty stew that spent the day basting in the cracks and crevices of Celestia’s pervasive hindquarters. With all the motivation she needed, as Luna shot forward, muzzle driving between the fatty flanks. Celestia let out a sharp cry as the snout bore in; hoping to get a full whiff of the musky aroma stemming from Celestia’s puckered plot-hole. The heavy scent flooded into Luna’s nostrils when she inhaled, filtering the frisky pheromones into her brain. Consequentially, Luna ran a lick across Celestia’s sex not wanting to deny any of her senses. The delicate fur there was tainted with the same flavor, so Luna suckled gratefully. Maybe it was the thousand years of forced abstinence, but Luna had never been more turned on in her life.

In appreciation, the mare of the moon’s juices continued to pour prominently, their tart sting severing to slack Cadance’s thirst. Thick and basic, the cream came like churned milk, the perfect topping to serve plastered over a princess pussy. Buried too deep to escape the vice-like grip Cadance ate her way to air, making Luna wrap her groin’s girth tighter around the pink pony’s head: some friction necessary to stimulate the finale. Pushing Cadance in as far as she could go her niece’s horn bobbed in and out, scissord by Luna’s sopping hips, a simulated stallionhood.

Not to be outdone, Celestia beamed down from atop both mares. Mind racing with ways to incite unimaginable pleasure in the three of them. Front half sequestered to the posterior of her niece, Celestia unfurled her long, dexterous tongue. Still stuck with the minty aftertaste of Cadance’s kiss, it searched for carnal flavors to cleanse the palate. Cadance instinctively obeyed the whims of her mate, suspecting what she was up to, and erected her tail to allow better access. Celestia teased, panting at the entrance of Cadance’s pert plot-hole, until Cadance begged with her ass. Sphincter clenching and unclenching: desiring whatever was to come. Deftly, the silky appendage darted in and out, wetting Cadance’s anus, until it plunged fully into the bitter abyss, slathering the inside with a healthy amount of natural lubrication.

The surprise spurred Cadance to slurp Luna’s slit even harder. Fluids creamed the front of Cadance as undignified sounds reverberated through the chamber. Being closest to the bedspread, the Crystal Heart Princess found the sheets were now thoroughly soiled from their collective ministrations. A spackle of slimy strands soaked the underbelly of each pony’s coat, tethering them to the incestuous nest they had created.

Eyes crimped by the pressure mounting from her loins, Luna returned the favor unto her sister, lapping at the fleshy patch of taint stretching from anus to tail. Freeing the pungent sweetness trapped there by the sweltering weather. Knotted strands of mare hair tangled with Luna’s own as night and day intertwined.

The ponies could not stop. Each of them searching, eliciting heightening forms of sexual gratification from their bodies. Superfluous lust seemed to exude from Celestia, draining into the two younger alicorns, who grew hornier by the second.

“Wh-what’s wrong with me?” Luna gasped, still reeling at her niece’s recent expedition into her swollen pussy. The pleasure was desirable, but something was changing inside of her. Sexual appetite growing out of control: becoming a raging inferno.

Disengaging Luna’s posterior, Cadance summoned her last bit of self-control to articulate a response, “Nothing. I thought you were enjoying this?”

“Most assuredly,” Luna admitted, “but something -unf- is different...”

At the words, Cadance noted an unusual feeling growing within herself as well. Initially she wrote it off as nothing more than a need to climax, but maybe it was something more. When she started, the plan had been top priority. Rescue Celestia from herself. Now, that was the furthest thing from her mind, muddled by the need to orgasm. How much had Celestia affected them? And for that matter, how long had they been lying there, fondling one another? The questions faded quickly enough as Celestia poked again at Cadance’s rear, slowly becoming intoxicated again. It was easier to give in. To let surges in dopamine dictate her body’s actions rather than rational thought. Her only purpose: to lick, to rut, to satisfy.

“Cadance,” Luna attempted to pull her niece back, “we have to stay in control if this is to work. Remember- we need to make her cum. If we give in to this lust, we forgo our chance to cure Celestia.”

Cadance, lost in sea of neurons, managed to grasp a last shred of sentience. Luna needed her. Celestia needed her. So far they were acting like amateurs, letting Celestia dictate the flow of events. It was two on one, how could they let this happen? It was not enough to solely use appendages in this sexual soirée. Magic had its uses beyond levitation.

Gleaming from Cadance’s horn powerful love magic irradiated the ponies, bathing them all in a pink aura. The sensation created a tingling that shocked the nervous system, like pinpricks poking every inch of flesh. Then, as the three adjusted to the new feeling, the aura around Celestia grew brighter. The solar sovereign twisted and convulsed, hind legs uprooted from her sister’s chest, toppling over helpless before the spasmodic signals wracking her body. The seizure of pleasure disoriented Celestia long enough for Luna and Cadance grab hold and lower her to the bed. Back to the sheets, wings erect and twitching, Celestia pumped her hips toward the sky, seeking an invisible dick to ravage her. It was an amazing sight to behold: the most powerful ruler in the known world turned helpless whore. All thanks to Cadance’s spell. Luna would have been frightened over the possibilities, had she not been so incredibly turned on by it.

Sidling up to the headboard, Cadance lay down vertically, allowing Celestia’s limp form to drape over top of her own. Wrapping her hooves around Celestia’s forelegs, she locked them into place behind her oldest aunt’s head. The two were a display: sweaty, tired forms waiting with their legs open, flowering marehoods clamoring for release. Their tails braided together laced with the slimy secretions from all three of them. Nuzzling the soft fur of Celestia’s neck, Cadance brought her forelimbs down to peel apart the flab pressing together Celestia’s winking sex.

The pulsating prize looked up as Cadance said the words Luna had been waiting to hear, “It’s your turn.”

Immediately Luna’s own horn sprung to life, a violet pall twisting up to the tip. Luna mumbled a few words in an elder tongue and the spell dissipated. Celestia stirred, the magic from her previous encounter wearing off, realizing that she was held fast by Cadance. She whined a little and kicked at the bed trying to free herself: not fair that her niece would deny her the opportunity to rub her aching mound.

However, Cadance did not hold Celestia’s attention for long, as Luna gave a loud cry, standing up on all fours and throwing her head back. Underneath the dark blue mare something bulged out, trying to break free from its cage of skin. Luna bucked again, thrusting her hips forward as a massive equine phallus burst from her loins. Roughly the same hue as her coat, lighter near the tip with dark speckles along it length, it heaved with Luna’s every breath. Cadance stared at the magically induced member and a solitary thought crossed her mind.

I hope she can teach me how to do that.

Coming to the entrance of Celestia’s snatch, Luna hesitated. A dribble of pre-cum sloughing off her newly created meat. She had been waiting to do this a long lime. Being sisters was one thing, but to share something so intimate… she took a moment to collect herself before doing the deed.

Slowly, painfully, Luna slipped into her sister. The head of the phallus broke through Celestia’s labia, producing a satisfying squelch. Each of the mares moaned in union. Celestia from the penetration, Luna from having her dick appeased, and Cadance from getting to feel the tiny quakes rolling over each of her aunts as they tried to find a rhythm. Already ready to go, Celestia broke Cadance’s grip, falling forward to meet her sister, white limbs embracing her. Squeezing, she brought Luna’s body as close as possible, wanting to feel every muscle of the new lunar lord’s form. Another fluid joined the mix as tear escaped Celestia, empathizing with emotional importance of the moment: two goddesses uniting as one, preparing to share in bliss. Luna closed her eyes and started to rut Celestia proper. Driving her hips forward maddeningly until her phallus was coated by a thick layer of mare-cum, a very male instinct. Some of the tenderness in the previous moments faded, replaced by an escalating mutual desire for Luna to fill her sister. Impregnate her, consummate their relationship. Obviously not her intent, but Luna gave in a little to the natural tendencies, her penis swelling larger inside Celestia, almost ready to birth its load.

Cadance brought her head to Celestia’s shoulder as the white alicorn came. A flood of her essence poured out onto the bed, adding to the swill already soaked into the mattress. Luna fought back in response, her dick driving as deep as it could before halting ready to plaster Celestia’s womb. Cadance couldn’t hold back any longer either. The fur of her aunts had been irritating her marehood the entire time, this last hilting movement finally pushing Cadance over the edge. Crying out in pure ecstasy, she closed eyes to give herself over entirely to orgasm. The mounting deluge in her loins prepared to join the rest of their expellations soaked into the sheets. Expectant, no release came. As Cadance opened her eyes, she was greeted by a familiar white void, body adjusting to the transient tingling of Luna’s magic.

This dream-scape is unstable. We have to work quickly before it dissipates.

Luna’s voice came clearly in Cadance’s head, the princess of night’s powers in full effect.

“How long could she possibly orgasm for?” Cadance inquired, knowing full well it couldn’t be very long.

Seconds. However, in the mind, time is relative. Our window of opportunity could last hours, or it might have already passed.

That didn't sound very reassuring. Cadance took a few deep breaths, surprised her body wasn’t going into shock from being denied climax. But, maybe her body was releasing itself, she just couldn’t feel it. Though before when she had maintained this ethereal state she could sense her magic working. So perhaps time had ‘stopped.’

“So if we’re on a timetable, what exactly are supposed to do here?”

Locate Celestia and sedate whatever is causing this erratic behavior.

Luna made it sound simple. As if walking through somepony’s mind would be no more difficult than a walk in the park. Cadance had other ideas.

“Wait, what’s to stop us from screwing up again?”

There was no answer as suddenly a bright light flashed again, disrupting Cadance’s view. After the feeling of the world rushing around her, things came back into focus. The sharp scent of freshly cut grass pungent as it invaded her nostrils. Stirring, Cadance found herself lying in the middle of a meadow, surrounded by lilacs and daises that stretched to the horizon.

“Are you alright niece?” Luna’s voice rang in her ears. Somewhat surprised she could sense the vibrations from noise, Cadance wondered if she’d slipped back to the ‘real world.’ Though after taking a moment, she noted that besides the smells, everything seemed out of sorts. No wind, no insects, no noise, save for Luna’s voice and breath. Only a prevailing heat. She deduced they must be somewhere in Celestia’s subconscious.

“I suppose,” Cadance sighed, adding, “for somepony who got dragged into a dream without any warning.”

“Excellent,” Luna smiled, trying to stay optimistic, “let us begin our search immediately.”

Cadance got to her hooves and surveyed the situation. Nothing. Nothing except rolling green hills stretching on and on for what seemed like forever. Luna must have gotten the same idea because she used her wings to lift off the ground to look a little further. Since there was no immediate reaction, Cadance assumed her aunt had come to the same conclusion. Disappointment fluttered in the Crystal Princess’s heart. Were they already lost?

“Well she’s got to be in here somewhere….” Cadance said weakly, though it looked like the two of them could fly in opposite directions for miles and not come across anything. An ironically barren landscape.

The sky opened up overhead, blue and cloudless. Heat poured down, the scorching rays of the sun overhead cooking the earth. Even in dreams Cadance had to suffer the unforgiving malice of warm weather. Wasn’t it enough she had been hot all day? It had to be hot here too?

“Why can’t it just cool off for once?” She shouted up to the sun. Doubtful her words would have any discernible effect, but angry nonetheless. The shining beacon ignored her. The two ponies continued to sweat.

Luna turned to consider the burning orb, in response to Cadance’s cry of contrition. Awhile she sat, studying its emblazoning outline.

“What are you doing?” Cadance cried, exasperated. “Don’t you have a plan? We’ve come this far to sit in a field… we can’t just give up, can we?”

Luna ignored her niece’s complaints, still staring intently at the sun.

“Hello!” Cadance exclaimed, clearly upset, “Am I on my own?”

Without acknowledging the outburst, Luna addressed Cadance’s concerns. “I know why we are unable to locate my sister.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Luna motioned with her hoof, “she is there.”

“On the sun?” spat Cadance in disbelief.

“No,” Luna corrected, “she is the sun.”

Cadance glared up in the direction of the massive flaming orb. Celestia?

In some ways it made sense: Celestia’s link to the sun, the recent heat wave, her own body’s sexually transmitted heat. However, even if Luna’s assumptions were true, the core problem remained. How could they stop it? Return Celestia to normal? Questions the two ponies would have to answer fast.

Luna apparently had an idea as she didn’t seem dismayed. This was a relief to Cadance, who had virtually no experience dealing with abstract concepts like dreams. The realization that Celestia might be the sun made the task appear insurmountable. Luna’s words tried to soothe, “Stay here niece. I shall use my power to interrogate her mind.”

The mare of night rose off the ground. A sweep of her wings aiding her ascent toward the target. Eventually, she maintained altitude at a safe distance, the sun lower in the sky than it first appeared, electing to channel power into her horn. When a sufficient amount had gathered, Luna shot a cooling beam straight into the heart of the star: an attempt to see if her caress could overcome Celestia’s passion or even dampen it. The radiant ball impacted the torrent of magic, blue color spreading out across its surface. Unfortunately, before the aura could encapsulate and extinguish the inferno, it flared, burning away the enchantment like a gossamer thread held to a candle. Luna shielded her eyes from the refracting light, spell broken.

“It seems her consciousness is well defended- thanks to her desire to mate. Such a primal instinct I may not be able to quell using my abilities alone.” Luna explained. It sounded like she already formulated a contingency, the way she spoke. Luna closed her eyes and refocused, drawing magic back into her body. “If I utilize astral projection as Celestia has, I can materialize in the subconscious as a form her psyche accepts. Rather than this ponified one it is intent to reject.” So far so good, but of course Cadance suspected stipulations, “I can also choose a form that best complements my own natural affinity.”

All this mysticism was confusing Cadance. She would’ve appreciated a straight answer. “And what would that be?”

“The moon,” Luna replied, “our combined power should be enough to afford me protection as well as get me within the proximity needed to cast my spell on Celestia.” She continued to concentrate, magic crackled around her as tiny chunks of dirt lifted off the ground. “Stand back,” she warned Cadance, “this may be dangerous.”

Slowly, pressure built around the midnight mare, as the air fizzed and popped. Rock erupted beneath her, circling in a vortex of dirt and stone. As the ground swirled faster, it began to solidify into plates, building off one another to form a mantle or crust, on top of which was piled more mass. Eventually, the gigantic object rose off the ground, impossibly, heading toward the sun.

Cadance marveled at her transformed aunt, unable to get an idea of how large the object had actually grown. Perspective within the universe of the mind maintained a dysfunctional scale. That didn’t stop Cadance from acknowledging this was their last hope for solving the crisis, though. The moon soared higher and higher carrying her hopes, until it appeared that it would eclipse the sun. Two celestial bodies battling for dominance, Cadance awaited the results. Her thoughts were interrupted however when she realized Luna stopped.

Now two giants hung in the sky, immobile. It was as if the objects shared a similar polarity, negating their attraction. Cadance wasn’t sure what went wrong, but she knew Luna wasn’t getting any closer.

“Luna?” she shouted up to the sky, “is there something wrong?”

No response.

A knot formed in Cadance’s throat. What was happening? How could she tell if Luna needed help? The spell wasn’t going to work if Luna couldn’t contact Celestia. They needed to get closer. But why weren’t they?

No, Cadance willed herself to be calm. To think. Maybe if she cleared her mind, she could feel Luna’s thoughts as before. Her breathing slowed, controlled. Focus, she chanted. Somehow she needed to find a way to help. Reach out and ask Luna what she could do.

At first, the feeling came as a slight tingle at the base of her neck. With her eyes closed she could envision the scene as it had happened before entering Celestia’s mind: three alicorns, copulating on the bed, driving each other to greater acts of depravity. Somehow Cadance was still out there, just as she was in here. Her powers, she had to be able to use them. Like yesterday, she willed herself to harness them, demanding their aid in her time of need. She could feel it, the faintest hint of love magic welling inside of her, a discharge from her horn an opportunity to shake loose the static sky. It was worth a shot anyway.

Building the flow of magic at the base of her horn, she loosed a bolt of it through the air. At least, what she expected to be a bolt, but the love arrow did not materialize as she imagined inside the dream-scape. Instead, a different feeling came over her. Gravity. The pull of the stars, the weight of the moon and sun, she could feel them: an invisible field attracting her to the bodies and them to her.

Attraction.

That was the key. With newfound inspiration she closed her eyes once again. Straining to manipulate the ebb and flow of the force she had found. Cadance commanded the moon and sun closer to one another. Her place, she almost laughed that she hadn’t seen it sooner. Love was the tether that held ponies to one another, like the attraction of gravity. Slowly but surely, the two substitutes for the alicorn goddesses moved across the heavens. Closer and closer until finally, they touched.

With a start Cadance found herself back in Luna’s bedchamber, head aching from exertion. The pressure of Celestia’s body onto of her own and the sheets stuck to her cum-caked fur all the evidence she needed to prove she made it back. The room was a mess, it looked like a hurricane of pegasi ransacked the place rather than three mares getting hot and heavy. Not to mention the bed, which currently boasted a large tear down the bedspread, as well stains in several different hues. The smell was also an affront to common decency. Rank odors making shame an understatement. Celestia and Luna also began to wake. Luna, having lost her penis, and Celestia, with her mental state still unchecked.

“Mmm… hello sleepy head,” Celestia cooed seeing her niece was beneath her. She turned to face Cadance proper, bringing their snouts close to one another. Luna shot Cadance a quizzical look, biting her lower lip in anticipation. “C’mon, let me stick it where the sun don’t shine,” the white alicorn whispered seductively into Cadance’s ear.

“Ahh!” cried Cadance scrambling out from underneath her aunt and falling to the floor. So it didn’t work. They failed.

Then something unexpected happened. Though, had she thought about it, Cadance wouldn’t have put it past Celestia to do. The sun goddess laughed.

“That’s not funny,” grumbled Cadance, magically brushing herself off.

Luna tackled Celestia, driving them back among the sheets. “It is so good to have you back dear sister!”

“And I,” Celestia said coolly, “am glad to have the two of you.”

The three alicorns embraced in a group hug, dissipating the tension that had hung over the room.

“I think we’ve all learned a valuable lesson on how to conduct ourselves today,” Celestia lectured, and then amended, “Myself included. I regret that my own stressed behavior contributed to this mistake.”

Cadance disengaged the two mares, straddling the side of the bed. “I think that’s enough for one day though. You’re quite a tough mare to please Celly.” Cadance blushed knowing she had revealed a new side of herself to her aunt as well, but couldn’t help getting one last opportunity to rub it in.

“So what happened to our guests?”

Cadance paled at the thought. Leaving those ponies alone to wonder when the guest of honor would come back, she hoped those guards handled the situation well. Cadance sighed and condemned herself to a fitful night of making excuses.

“Well I- uhh, you see...” Cadance had run out of bluffs.

Celestia giggled again at the distraught mare’s state. “Oh I think they can wait a little longer. At least until we all get a bath.” Pointing out the obvious necessity of refreshing themselves.

Celestia, Cadance, and Luna beamed, happy just to be in one another’s company. The diplomats could wait, diplomacy between family being the most important of all.

Author's Note

Well, that ties it. It's a little late, but for those of you that stayed up, here's the last chapter. Hope you all enjoyed reading my twisted version of Canterlot Diplomacy. Really my heart goes out to everyone who took the time to read through this behemoth, as I'd like to think that my writing is as much of a break for me as it is enjoyable for you.
Of course feel free to like and favorite, or express you opinion however you want (that's what the comment section is for) and know that there's a lot more where that came from.

Lol, now to finish my other fics...

-IRpony out!