***WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT, VIOLENT, GRAPHIC RAPE.***
The night had gone awfully.
The banquet after her return was hastily thrown together, nobody wanted to listen to the little sister, not even after being imprisoned in the moon for so long. She sat at the right hand of her sister during the banquet and remained silent, wings tucked close to her side as her hair hid her face. A welcome blessing to the eyes, a break from all the surprised looking ponies, all the stupid inquiries, she just wished for food and rest, the daylight draining her of effort to move.
Between the talk and the dinner of her old favorite foods; she hasn't eaten in centuries and it hardly matters what she'd liked then, trapped upon the cold, dry surface, alone in the darkness save for the light refracted from her sister's sun, she can hardly stand a second of it directed towards her. She excuses herself once all the formalities are over, and hides at the balcony. Her moon is so beautiful, yet so tiny and bright from Equestria's plains.
When she goes to bed it's into a quick gnawing darkness, pit in her stomach like a stone. Everything feels foreign and terrifying, the sheets are no longer familiar. She's struck with a sudden longing for the thin dusty moon soil, that is until she dismisses it with a quick, sudden snort. The sheets are cool as she lays down, her short coat doing little insulate her.
Luna does not remember going to bed, only the sudden awareness of someone grabbing at her thigh and lifting it up, making her muscles ache from the painfully sloppy hold. The smell of old, aged wine is in her nostrils and sends a spike of fear up her spine as she attempts to turn over, the shout in her throat dies as she feels something blunt and hot up against her nether lips. A startled hiccup comes from her as she jerks her head down, the other pony's member jabs in a sudden, sharp thrust and the scream in her throat is high pitched and choked from the pain and panic.
The pale coated pony on her has her leg and they lift it up and drag her closer and over their cock more. Luna's wings flap and twitch before hugging her back again, she's on her side and she clings to the bedsheets as the tears come, hot and wet and tired.
The draw of a drunken moan breaks out of the spell. The filly rolls onto her stomach and crawls away before the movement catches her eye. It's a shock to realize who owns the hand that strikes her. She reaches out from behind to catch it but the blow is still heavy and painful on her face. Celestia.
Celestia's hands are on Luna's hip and she flips over the filly in one go, the cunt around her dick is tight and wet and sore and the bed makes an exhausted noise when the smaller body hits it. Luna touches the wound on her face, biting her lip and trying to fight back the sob trying to wiggle out of her. The world feels like it's spinning around and around as she's rocked back and forth into the sheets, the motion's almost like a see saw but every push inside makes her want to scream from the pain and ache in her private area.
She can see the distension in her belly and she grabs onto the bed tightly with her fingers. The panic slowly drains from her as the pain settles in and she's nothing more than an expression of pain and aching muscles, feeling as though she'll be cleaved in twain. Her wings twitch and flap pathetically, trapped underneath her body as her tail flags back and forth. She's forced to splay her legs, the white pony's hips too wide for her to cling to. Not that she wants to get any closer she wants it to end.
The tip of her horn starts to fizzle with light as the bigger of the two starts to lean over, balance looking lost but the dark pony manages to lock onto her assaulter's face for a second time. The long flowing mane pools around the bed, shades the two of them for some small manner of privacy. The smell of blood and stink of sex is overwhelming and she lets the first few tears drip down her face as she starts to slowly crush Celestia's neck, the beginnings of suffocation forming even as the bigger pony rocks and bucks into her.
The face can't stop shifting, jaw feminine masculine, the eyes worn tired, then bright like jewels and she's well aware that Celestia has lost all control of herself. While she'd hoped it wouldn't happen, she can't stop it; there's a feeling of something nearly scathingly hot in her belly as Celestia begins to spill her seed within the smaller pony. After that it's about four seconds before she's been deprived of enough oxygen to collapse, Celestia's arms and hands lose their grip and go slack around Luna's legs
Luna's nearly crushed but her magic holds up Celestia by the throat enough for her to regain control and set the other alicorn on the bed instead of allowing her to simply fall to the floor. Her chest is heaving, her cheek stings and her cunt is bleeding around the member still inside her. With her lip curled she grabs the cock and drags it out of herself, letting the tears come.
She draws up her legs and hugs them to her chest, sobbing softly. And Luna waits, and waits and waits. The little alicorn lays back down, too tired to think, she scoots to Celestia and curls against her chest and belly, the teardrops are heavy against her eyes and she sniffles and sobs as she waits. Celestia is warm and she smells like whine, honey and grapes, like oats and soft little cakes baked for her reunion. Her shirt is silky and smooth against Luna's soft wet mouth and she lays her head on her sister's arm like a pillow. The little sister waits for the morning, waits for the wee hours of the day.
