No Good Answers

by Eakin

Rating: teen
Tags: Sex, Princess Celestia, Twilight Sparkle, Sad, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 7732

Twilight unveils an old trauma, Luna and Celestia try to decide what to do about it

When Twilight unveils a secret she's carried for half a lifetime, Luna and Celestia debate how best to respond.

Sometimes there is no right or easy answer.

Published 2013-07-12 02:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-19 18:56:25 UTC

No Good Answers

NO GOOD ANSWERS

Luna looked up in annoyance from the book she was perusing when she heard the knock on her study door. She frowned. The servants had better have a good reason for interfering with her personal time. She thought she had made it clear to them she was not to be disturbed for anything short of a national emergency. “Enter,” she called out.

The door opened and she was surprised when rather than a steward or messenger, Princess Celestia strode in and closed the door behind her with a quiet click. “I apologize for the interruption, sister. I know you cherish this time to yourself, but something’s come up and I wanted to let you know as quickly as possible. Moreover, I wanted to make sure you received it directly from the source.”

Luna’s mind raced as she considered what might possibly be so important that her sister would feel the need to take such precautions. “Is everything well?”

“Frankly, no,” replied Celestia. The reply, as well as the way her sister seemed so uncharacteristically fidgety and uncomfortable, only piqued her curiosity further. “It’s about Twilight.”

At the mention of Twilight’s name Luna was on her hooves in an instant, her reading forgotten. “What? What happened? Is she hurt? Is she sick? Where is she?”

“No, Luna it’s... she’s right outside, and she’s not hurt. Well, not physically anyway. I invited her to Canterlot because I wanted to speak to her about her romantic life. It's not that I disapprove, but it’s just that she’s a fully grown mare and she’s never expressed any interest in love or relationships.”

Luna rolled her eyes and settled back down on the thick purple carpeting. “Come now, sister. Some ponies simply do not take an interest in such things. There’s no reason to treat them as freaks or misfits simply for exhibiting asexual behavior.”

Celestia held up a hoof to stop her. “I agree entirely, provided they themselves are comfortable with the decision. I never pressed Twilight on the matter before. Perhaps if I had...” Celestia was lost in her thoughts for a moment before she shook her head and resumed speaking, “...well, there will be time for regrets later. That’s all I’ll say for the moment, Twilight asked to tell you the rest herself, and I think it’s a good idea for her to do so. May I show her in?”

Luna nodded, still at a loss, and Celestia opened the door to wave Twilight into the room. The two Princesses towered over the little unicorn; perhaps that was why she seemed so diminished as she trotted inside with her head hung low. When she finally looked up at Luna, she saw that Twilight’s eyes were red and bloodshot. “Twilight, have you been crying?”

Twilight gave a sad little laugh. “I don’t think I’ve been doing much of anything else since Princess Celestia and I finished talking yesterday. I’m sorry, Princess, I should have told you sooner. It was just... it was too hard to think about and I thought I had it under control.”

“It’s fine, Twilight,” said Celestia as Twilight started to sniffle again. She held out a foreleg and Twilight rushed over to bury her face in Celestia’s coat. Her back heaved as she shook with quiet, raspy sobs. Luna looked up to meet her sister’s gaze, her eyes wide with alarm. Celestia just shook her head, casting her gaze out over the mahogany desk, the dark velvet curtains, anywhere but towards her sister's accusing glances. “Twilight, take all the time you need. If it’s too hard for you to talk about right now-”

“No. I want to,” said Twilight, catching her breath. She looked up to Luna and opened her mouth, but no sound came out and she closed it again.

“Come, sit with me and gather your thoughts,” said Luna. She spread a wing and Twilight gratefully slid underneath it. With the downy feathers draped over her back, she grew still. The room fell silent other than the quiet ticking of a grandfather clock against the wall.

“I was raped.”

With those words Luna’s world fell away. For a moment, she couldn’t hear anything except the blood pounding in her ears. Raped? Twilight? Impossible. She’d have vaporized anyone or anything that tried.

“It was a long time ago, back at the Academy,” continued Twilight once Luna could hear again. “I was thirteen, and I was, well, I heard what the other fillies talked about in the lunchroom. Colts and... doing things with them.”

“At thirteen? Truly?” asked Luna.

“It’s mostly just talk,” Celestia cut in, “fillies who want to impress their friends and seem grown up and mature before their time. The instructors do what they can to discourage it, but there’s only so much they can do.”

“Yeah, I guess now I know that. Back then though, it felt like I was the only one who wasn’t doing it. And I... I mean I was just starting to go through all these new changes. Noticing colts and how funny they made me feel inside. The books tell you how puberty alters your body, but they can’t convey how intense it gets sometimes,” said Twilight. “So one night I somehow managed to hear about a party. I hadn’t been to a party in months. Some of the older ponies there were drinking, but I only had punch. All the noise, and the music, and I was nervous about even being there and I got lightheaded. Then there was this one colt...”

Celestia reached out to stroke Twilight’s mane, and a look passed between them as well as an almost imperceptible shake of Celestia’s head.

“So... this colt...” said Twilight. It didn’t escape Luna’s notice that she was avoiding using a name. “He was about my age and pretty cute. He asked me to dance. I even let him kiss me. It was all so exciting! I felt like such a grown up! So I let him take me into a bedroom. I was so sure I was ready, but then when we got there and he actually put me down on the bed, I got cold hooves. It was happening too fast. I didn’t want my first time to just be with some random pony I barely even knew.”

“And you told him this?” asked Luna.

At the question, Twilight started to hiccup and sob again. Luna just brushed her back with her wing until she calmed down enough to continue. “I froze up. I didn’t say anything. Then he got on top of me and I tried to push him away, but he was too heavy. If I’d just said no, maybe he would have stopped. I think... I think it’s my fault that-”

“No,” said Celestia in a calm and definitive tone. “What he did to you was not your fault, Twilight. Especially if he didn’t make sure you were fine with what was happening. It’s true that you could have asserted yourself more forcefully, but that doesn’t absolve him of the guilt for forcing himself on you against your wishes. At all.”

“I guess...” said Twilight, not really sounding convinced. “He got on top of me and then he... he... I’m sorry Princess, would you mind if I skipped this part?”

“Of course not, tell me as much or as little as you are comfortable with,” replied Luna.

“It hurt,” squeaked Twilight. “All the other fillies and mares said it felt good. Why did it hurt so much? I just looked up past him at the ceiling. I tried to block it out. Some of the tiles in the ceilings were different colors. I looked for patterns in them. I just... I just wanted it be over quickly, but he couldn’t.... um, he couldn’t...” Twilight blushed, “...stay up?”

Under other circumstances Luna might have laughed, but she feared what effect that might have on the vulnerable little mare seated with her. Instead she just gave Twilight a little nuzzle.

“I don’t think he liked that. Maybe he didn’t know what he was doing either? But I made it worse. My mind was wandering and, well, I thought of a funny joke. Just out of nowhere, a joke I’d read the day before. I laughed, and I think he thought I was laughing at him. He... he hit me.”

Luna stiffened. “He did what?” she asked in a flat, icy voice. The room suddenly felt very calm and still, but glancing at Celestia made Luna certain that her sister was picking up the little signs of her rage building up beneath the placid facade.

“He said... He said it was my fault he couldn’t, because I was a disgusting, ugly little whore and no colt would ever... would ever....” at that Twilight could finally go no further and grabbed Luna, wrapping her forelegs as tightly around her as she could. Between sobs, she managed to get out little fragments of words. “I thought... if he was right... if Celestia found out... that I was broken... she wouldn’t... she wouldn’t want me... anymore. So I... I never told... I just... I pretended that... that the ugly part of me... the part that got me into that...”

“There is no part of you that is ugly, Twilight Sparkle,” said Luna, looking up at the ceiling as her own tears began to flow. “You are beautiful. You are noble. You are delightful. You are amazing in every single way a mare can be.” Luna lifted Twilight’s chin up to stare into her eyes. “That this happened to you changes none of that. It is not a part of you. It does not make you dirty, or unlovable. Nothing ever could.”

Twilight nodded, but Luna wasn’t sure she really believed it.

The three ponies sat in silence for a long time, until Celestia placed a hoof on Twilight’s back. “Twilight, I need to speak to my sister for a minute, in private. Why don’t you go lie down in your room? I’ll be right up.”

“I’m still... oh, Princess, how am I going to tell my parents? What if they-”

Celestia cut Twilight off before her mind could reach the worst case scenario. “I am confident they will be nothing but loving and understanding, but I will be with you for that as well. Now go, I’ll be up in a minute.” She gently kissed her forehead and Twilight wiped the snot and tears from her face.

“Okay, Princess. I am pretty exhausted.” Luna gave her one more tight hug before letting her go, and Twilight opened the door to the chamber and walked away. Celestia’s horn glowed as she reinforced the soundproofing spell on the room as the door closed again.

"She has a long road ahead of her, but I think that she'll make it. Don't you?" asked Celestia

Luna ignored the question. She had more immediate concerns pressing on her mind. “Celestia. His name.”

“Why?”

“You know exactly why. Perhaps I will be merciful and stop after castrating him with my horn and some light mutilation, but somehow I doubt it.”

“I won’t let you do that, Luna.”

“WHAT? You would deny Twilight justice for... for that?”

“I would deny you vengeance. There’s a difference.”

Luna roared, and flung the book she had been reading across the room. The ancient binding gave out and pages exploded outwards, drifting onto every surface like so many snowflakes. “Then what do you propose as a substitute?”

Celestia sighed and rubbed the base of her horn with a hoof. “Sister, this is going to be one of those conversations that ends with you being very, very upset with me.”

“Likely! It is a conversation that began that way! How are you not filled with rage after what Twilight just told us? At the very least send out the guard and arrest the bastard,” shouted Luna.

“And then what?” asked Celestia.

“Are you daft? Prosecute him! For rape and assault!” screamed Luna

“How do you propose I do that, hmmm?” snapped Celestia. “Putting aside the statute of limitations for the time being, do you suggest I prosecute him as a thirteen-year-old colt, as he was when the crime was committed? Or as the grown stallion he is now?”

“That depends. Which will lead to him suffering more?” asked Luna.

“Equestria has laws. He would be entitled to a trial, and he would most likely win it. It happened well over a decade ago, and we have no actual evidence. It would come down to his word against hers.”

Luna gaped at her sister. “Surely you cannot be saying you believe Twilight to be lying.”

“Of course not,” replied Celestia. “A trial requires a higher standard of proof than that, however.”

“Then buck the law! Pull some strings! Call in favors! Assure a guilty verdict! Whatever it takes.”

Celestia gave her a wry look. “I wasn’t aware we had become tyrants and instituted a second set of laws and standards for those who we favor.”

“It isn’t tyranny! It’s the right thing to do!”

“As if those two things were mutually exclusive.”

Luna sat in place, silently glaring at her sister. There had to be another angle to approach this from. “It’s a question of public safety. What if he does this again to other mares? Will you really be so cavalier with their safety?”

Celestia grimaced. “I investigated the stallion in question, naturally. He went on to graduate in the eightieth percentile of his class, and now works as a banker in a small credit union. He has a wife, and they’re expecting their first foal in a month. No criminal complaints against him.”

“He is a rapist! Who knows how many other mares like Twilight there are out there, afraid to come forward or who are living in denial?”

“I certainly don’t know, though inquiries are being made. Do you claim to know it’s more than zero? That this was more than a one time mistake committed by a stupid thirteen-year-old colt who knew no better? Certainly, if Twilight had come forward earlier, when there was evidence we could collect and witnesses who we might question, I would have acted.”

Luna wrinkled up her nose. “Yes. Clearly, it’s the rapist who deserves my sympathies for being so misunderstood. And, well, if inquiries are being made then surely there’s nothing to worry about and justice will be served. After all, it’s Twilight Sparkle’s fault that you don’t care she was-”

Celestia’s hoof lashed out, and the blow knocked Luna to the floor. “Don’t. You. Dare,” she growled. “Don’t you dare accuse me of not caring about Twilight. I have been by her side for the last day and a half since she told me what happened back then. You think I don’t appreciate how thoroughly I’ve failed her? It was a student at my Academy who did this to her. I made her so afraid of my disapproval she was afraid to tell me what had happened when it might have made more of a difference.”

Luna looked up from the ground. Traces of the coppery taste of blood were beginning to fill her mouth, and she spat a ball of saliva and phlegm to the floor not caring if she soiled the carpet. “Well, I’m sure you patting her on the head and telling her everything will be fine while you do all you can to prevent justice- not the law, actual justice- from being served is making her feel so much better.”

She expected more rage, but instead Celestia just crumbled before her eyes. She sank to her knees, covering her face and sobbing into the floor. “Luna?” she asked. Not as co-ruler of an empire, but as a sister. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me what the hole in my logic is. Tell me I missed something. Tell me that there’s something I can do, anything, that will make any of this right. There... there has to be. Please?” She stayed crumpled up on the floor like that until Luna took pity and laid herself down next to her sister.

“What if...” Luna began, “What if we arrested the stallion and put him on trial anyway? Not so we could win a conviction, but just so that that we could put his name out there as a sexual predator? Even the arrest, the suspicion of what he might do, it would be enough to wreck him. Rumors would spread. Those who know him would whisper their suspicions between one another. Innuendo would do what the law could not.”

Celestia shuddered. “Luna, that’s disgusting. Circumvent the entire purpose of the judiciary and just subject him to mob justice in the hopes that they’ll punish him in a fashion we can wash our hooves of?”

“But we are both certain that he is guilty, we just discovered it too late to prove it to a court of law. What can they do to him that he did not do to Twilight? He took so much from her. What if she hadn’t been afraid? Would she have found a special somepony? Would she herself be expecting a foal? He did so much worse than just giving her an awful night. He took a future from her that might have been.”

Celestia stayed silent for a long while, resting against Luna’s side. “...I’m not sure what it says about me that I would consider that.”

“Only that you love Twilight, I suspect,” assured Luna.

Celestia shook her head. “No.” She looked up at Luna’s glaring face. “Even if I were fine with the idea, I won’t put Twilight through a trial knowing the outcome would be that. She puts so much faith in rules and institutions. How do you think she would feel if a not guilty verdict came down against the stallion that did this to her? You heard how she talks about it. She already blames herself. Wrongly, but she does. Would you really go into a trial knowing that you’d be hurting her further just to get at the stallion who did it? Not to mention Twilight’s public image.”

“Twilight doesn’t care about her public image,” said Luna. “Besides, we could keep her anonymous in the public record. Nopony would ever have to know that she was involved at all.”

“It would leak. There are too many ponies who know who she is. Foalish ponies who would hurt her just to get at me. Who think that tearing her down would give them some miniscule advantage. Or who she snubbed years ago by refusing an invitation because she wanted to spend the night buried in a book instead of hobnobbing with...”

“Idiots?”

Celestia chuckled. “I was going to say ‘the nobility,’ but you’re closer to the truth. I’ve tried so hard to protect her from the politics and machinations of my court, but I could never protect her from this. She would be torn apart in the public eye, and a little asterisk added to her name. ‘Twilight Sparkle: Rape Victim and Multi-Time Savior of Equestria.’”

“Surely not in that order, though?” asked Luna. “Not after all she’s done, and has yet to do?”

“Hmph,” snorted Celestia as she shifted herself to have a better view of her sister’s face, “you clearly haven’t been back in Canterlot for long enough yet. It would shadow her for decades, every one of her actions brought under suspicion. It would define her, even though in the grand scheme of things, next to all she’s done, it’s barely worth a footnote. The only ponies who would benefit from such a trial would be the ponies who own the tabloids that would see a circulation boost from breathlessly reporting every development in the case, real or imagined.”

“So, we do nothing then? The guilty stallion goes free, Twilight suffers, and the rest of us pretend that nothing has happened? That’s what’s right?”

“No,” said Celestia, quietly. “That isn’t what’s right. But it’s all that’s left.” She sat up. “We don’t do nothing. We help Twilight heal and move past this. Perhaps even assist her in confronting her attacker sometime in the future. Twilight’s recovery is vastly more important to me than seeing the stallion punished, if I do indeed need to choose. But Luna...” Celestia turned to her with pleading eyes, “...if Twilight questions you in the coming days or weeks, I need you help me encourage her to move ahead. To put this behind her.”

Luna shook her head. “So just forgive and forget something so awful? I cannot tell her to do so in good faith.”

“Neither of those things. I don’t want to sweep this under the rug or pretend it never happened. But she deserves the chance to tell her family and friends at her own pace, and decide for herself what she wants it to mean in her life. If you can think of a better way than I’ve suggested, I eagerly await to hear it.”

Luna was silent for a long time. “...do you often feel this way? Omnipotent and impotent at the same time? We have all these organs of governance at our disposal, and we fear to use them to the fullest because we might need to use them to the fullest in the future.”

Celestia nuzzled her, and smiled through her tears. “Ah, I see you’re remembering what it is to be a Princess again. Doesn’t it suck?”

Luna couldn’t help but laugh, at last. “It does, sister. It does.” She fell quiet again. “What Twilight went through. It should never happen again.”

“I agree,” said Celestia. “Yet it will. Even if we did everything in our power to discourage and stop it, and the tradeoffs for doing so were worth it. It would happen somewhere, sometime anyway. Perhaps all we can do is hope that in the future it’s reported in a timely fashion, and that those who suffer such indignities are not so ashamed by what they underwent they remain silent.”

“That does not feel like a satisfactory answer,” Luna pointed out.

“It doesn’t. But I haven’t yet found a better one. What’s right doesn’t always feel satisfying and vice versa.”

The sisters snuggled up together, sharing their burden and their grief while the minutes ticked away. Luna opened her eyes. “Sister?” she asked.

“Hmmm?” replied Celestia, her eyes still closed and her face serene. It was the middle of the night and she was physically and emotionally exhausted as the last few days exacted their toll on her.

“What do you say we go put the fear of Us into a particular stallion? Let him know that we are watching, and that if he ever puts even a toe out of place, we will know, and we will be on him in an instant."

Celestia opened her eyes and looked over at Luna in a vaguely disapproving way. “That sound like an abuse of our power and authority over the ponies of Equestria, and the infliction of a personal vendetta on a pony who we can’t stick with any legal consequences for his actions.” Then the frown broke into a wide grin. “On the other hoof? I don't think ten minutes in private with the Royal Canterlot Voice would be too out of line. I'll lead the way.”

The Other Side of the Story

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY

An hour later, just after lowering the sun for the night, Celestia strode at a measured pace down a thoroughfare in the heart of Canterlot, flanked by her sister and two guards. Luna looked over to her. “How was she, when you left her?”

Celestia thought back to the mare currently nestled in pillows and blankets up in Celestia’s quarters, remembering the conversation she’d just had with her.

“Are you sure it’s fine if I stay here tonight, Princess? I just don’t want to be alone if I wake up in the middle of the night,” said Twilight.

“Of course it’s fine. Remember all those times you fell asleep here when we’d stay up watching the stars? It will be just like that,” replied Celestia, stroking her mane.

Twilight grew quiet again, her eyes droopy as she pulled the blanket she was wrapped in a little more tightly against herself. “...was Princess Luna angry at me? Because I didn’t fight back hard enough?”

“She was just upset to see how hurt you were by this. So am I,” said Celestia.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do next,” said Twilight. She grew still again. Celestia could only hope that she was finally drifting off for the first time in nearly two days. “What’s going to happen to the colt?”

Celestia froze for an instant. She had hoped to avoid raising that with Twilight for a little longer, but if she wanted to bring the question up of her own accord maybe she was ready to discuss it. “Well, that still depends on a lot of things. Can I ask what you’d want me to do, if there were no other considerations?”

Twilight squirmed uncomfortably and looked away from the Princess. “For the first couple weeks after it happened, I was really angry about it. I came up with all these elaborate revenge plans that would have seriously injured him, or even worse gotten him expelled for something else so nopony would ever have to know it was because of me. I never used any of them though, and I eventually decided I just wanted to pretend it hadn’t happened.” She let out a bitter chuckle. “Guess that didn’t really work out too well, did it?”

“And now?”

“Now? I think I just don’t want anypony else to go through something like this, and to feel good about myself again. Do you think hating him would make that easier? I could try.”

Celestia leaned down and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I don’t think hatred ever helps. Why don’t you close your eyes now? I’ll sit here for a little while longer.”

Twilight slowly shut her eyes and let out a long sigh. “Thank you, Princess. I’ll... just...”

“Asleep, finally,” said Celestia, her mind returning to the matter at hoof. “It took me a half an hour with her before she passed out. Would you do me a favor, Luna? Watch over her dreams tonight? I’m sure they’ll be troubled ones, after she just re-lived...” she glanced over to the guards, “...what we spoke of earlier.”

“Of course,” said Luna. She frowned. “How could I not have known? She must have had nightmares about it.”

“When it was recent, I’m certain she did. Perhaps not any longer. Or at least infrequently enough in the few years you’ve been back that you might easily have missed them. You cannot blame yourself.”

Luna narrowed her eyes. “Oh, I understand exactly how the blame for this should be portioned out.”

Celestia didn’t miss the edge to her sister’s voice, or the fact that her ire was rising as they grew closer to their destination. “If you cannot control yourself, perhaps I should do this alone.”

“No. I want to see this through, for Twilight’s sake. I will behave.”

The conversation drew a few glances from passers by, who just as quickly turned back to their own business. The Princesses were a moderately unusual sight in the city, but hardly unique. When the party reached the corner they needed to turn down to reach their destination, Celestia brought them to a halt. “Please wait here for our return, or for a summons,” she said to the guards. They saluted sharply and stepped against a nearby wall, waiting at attention. Luna and Celestia continued into the residential neighborhood, where shops and vendors started to give way to homes and apartments.

“You don’t want them along? To raise the intimidation factor?” asked Luna.

“I think we’re both quite capable of being intimidating on our own. Besides that isn’t the primary purpose of this visit,” said Celestia. Luna looked away. “I said, that isn’t the primary purpose of this visit. We only have half of the information about what happened. Perhaps his side of the story will change things, perhaps not.”

“Yes, yes,” said Luna waving her hoof dismissively. The two of them stopped at the small home that stood at the address they'd pulled from the guard's public records. Celestia reached out her hoof and knocked.

A moment went by before they heard movement inside the dwelling and the door was answered by a very pregnant yellow mare. When she looked up at who was standing on her stoop, her jaw dropped. "Princess Luna! Princess Celestia! Oh my!" She struggled to lower her body into a bow, but Celestia waved her gesture off.

"None of that is necessary, especially in your condition. We are both pleased to meet you. May we come inside?" she asked.

"Of course! I'm sorry it's in such a state. I wasn't expecting your visit at all!"

"Nonsense, you have a lovely home," said Luna. Her gaze paused on a nearby photograph. It showed the mare, not yet pregnant, smiling with a scrawny blue unicorn stallion by the side of a lake. "Is your husband home, perchance? We need to speak with him."

"Yes, he's in the study. Can I ask what this is about?"

"One of the accounts at the bank he works at. We just had a few question," said Celestia, repeating the cover story they had agreed to on the way over.

"Important enough for both of you to come by yourself, at this hour? It must be serious. I'll take you right to him," she said.

"Yes, extremely serious," said Luna. The three of them began to walk down a hallway into the house. "Tell me, how long have you known your husband? What sort of pony is he?" she asked. Celestia shot her a warning glance that the mare leading them didn't notice.

"Oh, I know that being an accountant doesn't sound very interesting, especially to your highnesses, but he's just the sweetest pony I know! I'm a teller at the same bank, well, I'm on leave right now of course, but that's how we met. He first asked me out, hmm, about three years ago. I absolutely couldn't be happier, and any week now we'll have a little filly! Do you want to see some magisound pictures?"

"Perhaps later," said Luna. "How long have you been married?"

"Around six months."

Celestia did some quick math and gave the mare a knowing grin and a wink. "Ah. One of those marriages?"

The mare blushed. "That did accelerate things a touch, but I don't regret it even a little."

"Nor should you. It sounds like you're both very blessed."

The mare nodded happily. "I certainly feel that way! But, oh, I'm sorry, here's the study." She gestured to a nearby door and pushed it open. Laid out on the floor in the middle of the room, surrounded by open ledgers and loose paper, was the stallion from the picture. Celestia was surprised at just how... ordinary he was. Not a pony she would give a second glance if she passed by him on the streets.

He looked up as they entered, and the quill he was writing with froze in midair, suspended in a field of his magic. “Wha... what?”

“Sorry for the interruption, hon, but we have company. The Princesses said they need to speak to you,” said the mare.

“With me?”

“Yes,” said Celestia, “in confidence, if you’ll excuse us?”

“Of course, Princess,” said the mare. Celestia watched her slip out the door behind them, but Luna’s eyes never left the stallion.

The door closed, and Celestia’s horn glowed. “Sister?” asked Luna. “Is the soundproofing spell in place?”

“Yes, it is,” said Celestia. She turned to the stallion. “Now, we were hoping to privately discuss some-”

“YOU RUTTING SON OF A WHORE!” screamed Luna in the Royal Canterlot Voice.

Celestia turned to her sister, nearly as shocked as the stallion. “LUNA! Calm yourself! Another outburst like that and I will drag you back to the palace myself! Sir, let me apologize on my sister’s behalf for her behavior.”

“You’re apologizing to him? After what Twilight Sparkle told us?”

“Twilight Sparkle?” asked the stallion as he recovered some of his bearings. “Did something happen to her?”

Celestia wasn’t sure, but she worried that her sister might be about to lunge at him right then and there. She placed a cautionary hoof gently but firmly on her back. Luna seethed for a moment, her eyes closed, then reopened them with a huff. “She told us how you raped her.”

“How I did what?”

“At a party you both attended, during the time you were at the Academy. We were hoping...” at that word Celestia gave Luna a meaningful look, “...to understand what happened a little better. Do you remember the party she’s talking about?”

“When we were thirteen? Well, yes, but I still don’t understand.”

Luna had calmed herself just enough to discuss the matter rationally. “Describe what you do remember.”

The stallion furrowed his brow. He swept the documents off the floor and placed them on a nearby desk in a messy pile and sat up. “Well... I remember seeing her by the punch bowl, and one of my friends dared me to ask her to dance. I think they thought it would be funny to watch us both embarrass ourselves. I mean, she mostly kept to herself at school. But she was cute, and I’d had some beer so I decided to do it.”

“You were drinking?” asked Celestia.

“Not a lot,” said the stallion. “I wasn’t drunk, just a little bit buzzed. Maybe two or three beers in a couple hours?”

“Was it two beers, or three?” pressed Luna.

“I don’t remember!” he said as he threw an exasperated hoof into the air. “It was a long time ago. At first I thought Twilight might have had about as much, she seemed really giddy for a mare I’d heard was this really serious pony. She told me she’d only had the punch though.”

Luna and Celestia looked at one another. “Did you ever taste the punch?”

“No, I just had beer.”

Luna put a hoof up to her chin “Twilight said she felt lightheaded at the party. What if it was more than adrenaline and hormones?”

Celestia shook her head. “She didn’t say she felt drugged, just excited.”

“What if she couldn’t tell the difference? At thirteen? It’s possible, isn’t it?”

“Um...” the colt said, “...I asked her to dance, and a few minutes into it she did collide with another pony and fell over.”

“Impaired coordination!” proclaimed Luna.

“Luna, have you ever seen Twilight trying to dance?” asked Celestia. She allowed a small twitch to pull at the corner of her mouth as she recalled the single time she had tried to teach that particular skill to her young student. The lesson had been as ineffective as it was hysterical. “I can easily see her colliding with somepony else even with a perfectly clear head.”

Luna thought about this. “Could we find out? Ask the archmagi to craft a spell that would pull a sample of the liquid into the present for investigation? Surely a small sample could be collected without endangering the progression of events.”

“Not without bombarding it with so much energy that the results of the testing would be at best uninformative and at worst misleading,” said Celestia. “Such magics are not as helpful in these sorts of matters as one might hope.”

Luna sighed. “Very well, continue your account.”

“After she fell I helped her back up. She said she was okay. We ended up really close against one another, and I went in for the kiss. She seemed to be fine with it, so I went for broke and asked her if she wanted to go back to the bedroom with me, and she nodded.”

“You didn’t specifically ask her if she wanted to have sex?” asked Luna.

“Well, no, I remember I was trying to be all suave about it,” he said.

“Twilight’s telling of it suggested that she understood what he meant. She said she didn’t change her mind until after they went into the bedroom but before anything started,” said Celestia.

Luna glared at her. “Whose side are you on?”

“None of them, Luna. And if you continue to insist that this is a question of ‘sides’ then you have no business being involved at all.”

“She changed her mind after we went into the bedroom?” asked the stallion, returning the Princesses’ attention to his story. “She didn’t say anything. I picked her up in my magic and laid her down on her back. I was... I thought it was romantic, that’s all. Then I got onto the bed with her. I climbed on top of her... she said she’d changed her mind?”

“Yes. She said she tried to push you away. Can you describe what she was doing before you started the actual...” Luna waved a hoof in the air, dancing around the word.”

“The sex,” said Celestia in a flat tone. “Honestly, Luna, we’re all grown stallions and mares here.”

“Um...” the stallion frowned and tried to recall. “Well... I guess she did push on me a little. Not very hard, though, I thought she was just trying to adjust where I was on her. And she was wriggling a bit, but I thought she was just getting comfortable since she stopped after a minute or so. It didn’t feel like she was... so you’re saying she was...” the stallion went pale. “I swear I didn’t know. If she’d said anything, anything at all, I would have stopped. She moaned a bit too, but I thought that was how it was supposed to sound.”

“You were certain she was happy with what was happening?” asked Celestia.

“It was my first time. I wasn’t certain of anything, but I didn’t think I was hurting her.”

“You could have asked,” said Luna. “All it would have taken was you asking if she was enjoying herself, but you didn’t care enough to do so. As it is, under the law, it sounds a great deal like what you did was rape. Especially with what came afterwards.”

“What came...” the stallion’s face fell even further as the realization dawned. “Oh, that. I... I make no excuse for that. I was frustrated, embarrassed, and a stupidly impulsive colt. When I thought she was laughing at me I didn’t think. I just lashed out and slapped her. I think I yelled something at her too, but I couldn’t tell you exactly what.”

“Twilight can. She remembers it in excruciating detail,” said Celestia.

“I knew right away that I had screwed up, badly. She started crying, and I apologized and tried to get her to talk to me, but she wouldn’t. So a few minutes later I just... left. I got away from the party as quickly as I could.”

“You left her alone and hurt? You didn’t tell anypony what had happened?” asked Luna.

The colt shook his head. “I saw her in the hallway the next day, but we didn’t have any classes together and we just sort of avoided each other. I was terrified for the next two weeks that I’d be called into the principal’s office and suspended or expelled, even when I thought all I had done was hit her.” When he looked up and saw Luna’s eyes narrowing he waved his hooves in front of him. “I don’t mean that hitting her wasn’t awful! I just mean I didn’t know she felt like I’d raped her. I thought she had decided she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

“You honestly believed that she was just going to forget it, and that she didn’t think it was important?” asked Celestia.

“That’s the way it looked. And frankly it’s what I wanted to believe. But I swear, I’ve never done anything like that ever again. I buckled down and studied, I don’t drink besides a goblet of wine or so on special occasions, and I never, ever struck anypony in anger after that night. Are you...” the stallion’s voice quivered, “...are you going to arrest me? Please, I know it was a mistake, but it was honestly just that. I’m starting a family, and I’m trying my hardest to be a good pony.”

Celestia looked askance at Luna, who screwed up her nose, but then sighed. “No. We are not going to take any legal action against you, or do anything to sully your good name. But the harm and pain Twilight suffered due to your actions will be on your conscience. Who you tell about this and what you tell them is entirely up to you.”

“Does she want me to apologize?” he asked.

“For the time being we would ask that you not try to contact her,” said Celestia. “However, if she requests it at some point in the future, would you be willing to speak with her? In a private setting mediated by a neutral third party, certainly not her friends, family, or either of us.”

“I’d be open to that, sure,” said the stallion. “For what it’s worth, you can tell her I am sorry. If there’s anything I can do to make it better, or anything I can do at all, just tell me. I don’t... I don’t want to live with the idea that I never tried to make up for this somehow. I don’t have a lot of bits, with the foal on the way-”

“One cannot purchase atonement,” said Luna. “It is something that you will need to work at every day, and something that not everypony is capable of of attaining."

"Well, I'm not sure I'd go that far," said Celestia, "I think even the most egregious sins can be forgiven eventually. Wouldn't you agree, Luna? That everypony deserves a chance to fix the mistakes they made long ago?"

Luna's nose twitched in irritation and she huffed. She looked away from Celestia's pointed gaze, taking a moment to close her eyes. Then, as she came to a decision, she opened them again. "My sister tells me you graduated in the eightieth percentile of your class?"

"Huh?" said the stallion, confused by the apparant shift in topic. "Yeah, I got pretty decent grades. Why?"

"So it's fair to say that you are quite adept in the magical arts?"

"What's your point, Luna?" asked Celestia.

Luna ignored her for the time being, her attention fixed on the stallion. "You say you want to find relief for your guilt. How badly? Badly enough to do a thankless, exhausting task when you could be resting comfortably with your wife and future foal?"

The stallion thought carefully about the question. "Well, if I feel this guilty, how restful would it really be?"

For the first time since meeting with Twilight earlier, Luna genuinely smiled. "That is an excellent answer. If you choose, please accept an invitation to the palace tomorrow evening and ask to see me. I will make sure you are admitted to my study."

He trembled. "Why? Wh-what are you going to do to me?"

"Not do, teach. I think you are an excellent candidate to learn the art of dream walking," she said. "It is a difficult and unpleasant technique. You enter the darkest fantasies of a sleeping pony, and brave their greatest doubts and fears to bring them peace. Usually, they do not even remember your assistance when they wake."

"How often would you want me to? Is this like a community service thing?"

"It is not. After I spend the week or so teaching you how to do it, you need never use the magic again if you decide not to. All I am doing is offering you a new tool. What is to be built with it is up to you."

"You'd do that for me?" asked the amazed stallion.

"We both would," said Celestia. "I would rather see the lives of my subjects rebuilt and improved then tear any more of them down. If my sister wants to extend this offer, I am entirely in favor of it. But let me be as clear as I can, this is not an obligation or something we want you to feel you need to do lest you face other consequences."

The stallion gave them a sad little smile. "No consequences? I have to tell my wife that her husband... or maybe just the father of her child, after this... that I'm a rapist."

"We told Twilight that what happened that night does not define who she is or what she might yet become. The same is true for you," said Celestia. "Ultimately that is between you and your wife. Now, I believe we've done what we came here to do, and we really should be getting back to the palace."

The stallion scurried over to open the door for them. "I'll walk you out," he offered, and the three returned back down the hallway they'd entered through. As they passed by the kitchen, the stallion's wife tried to surreptitiously glance over at them from the sink where she was washing some dishes.

Celestia stopped at the front door. “I’m glad we could begin to resolve this tonight. Do note though, if these sort of... irregularities... crop up again, the outcome will be very different. Am I understood?”

The stallion gulped. “Yes, Princess, perfectly. They won’t. Ever.”

“Until we meet again, then,” said Luna. The Princesses stepped out into the night.

As the door closed behind them, the last words they heard were the mare’s. “What was that about?” she asked, but any reply was cut off by the door closing.

“So now what?” asked Luna.

Celestia stared up at Canterlot palace. In one of its spires slept a very important pony with a very uncertain and difficult future ahead of her. “Now we get ready. Tomorrow the truly difficult part begins.”

Author's Note

What is up with me adding new chapters to complete stories this last week?