Molly and Lulu One-shots

by thegapinhumanity

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Princess Luna, Comedy, Sex
Length: 4728

After a thousand years, Celestia feels entitled to a little bonding with her sister. That's fair right? Luna just needs a little convincing is all.

Human

After a thousand years, Celestia just wants to spend time with her little sis. Luna'll learn to cope.
Celestia rules and Luna drools, or maybe it's the other way around?
Lunestia/Princest one-shots

A molestia themed collection

Published 2013-10-06 05:30:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-02 04:02:39 UTC

Breakfast

Princess Luna walked through the glamorous hallways of the majestic Canterlot Castle. The warm sun, filling in through the exquisitely draped windows and occasional sounds of the active people in the palace going about their day, were experiences she had been getting reacquainted with.

It was during this time of day that she would be snuggling into her bed, fast asleep, but the long stretch of her life influenced her, and her sister’s, sleeping pattern, making it so that they were capable of going days without a nights rest, though eventually their bodies would needed to recharge. It was two days since Luna’s last sleep, but she was as awake and as alert as the guards who stood watch at their corner or important door posts.

Despite doing it softly, Luna hummed a sweet melody that swirled in the air, carried away by the hallways natural ability to catch an echo. Her light blue shoes clicked to a steady rhythm and even the magical currents that carried her midnight hair seemed to ebb itself to Luna’s cheery music.

With no honest destination, she turned a corner on a whim, one unprotected by guards. That didn’t matter much to her though; Luna was by now far too into her song, her attention only focused on the music that strummed in her head. It felt like a familiar tune, but from long ago, she wouldn’t have been able to place a name on it if she wanted to, Star Swirl’s beard only knew how many songs had found themselves lodged inside her mind over the course of her expanded life.

She could ask Celestia; her memory had always been the better out of the two, and it would be nice to talk to her sister about an actual recreation such as music. Her wondering mind ventured further into thoughts about her sister.

A bright flash and the familiar scent of ozone assaulted her scenes, disorienting her, and a body appeared before her. She jumped back quickly holding her hand over her heart that beat wildly behind her chest.

“Who in the- Sister!?”

Luna looked as her sister was unsuccessfully trying to stifle her laughter with her hand. Her princess-like composure failed her as her body shook from chuckling, much less reserved than when she was in public.

“What were you doing?”

Celestia still couldn’t contain herself, but she managed to squeak out a “boo” before the fit of laughter doubled her over and she needed the support of the wall.

“Sorry…Lulu… but you were paying so little attention that you walked right past me.”

“So you had to scare me?” Luna was trying not to, but she was becoming increasingly amused to see her sister in such a jovial mood.

“I’m just- your face was priceless.” Celestia brought a hand to her eye to dab away the forming tears.

Luna rolled her eyes but couldn’t drop the smile that had crept onto her face.

“Ok ok, but it wasn’t that funny.” She tried her best to sound cross, but it only helped to reignite Celestia’s laughing.

Luna didn’t see the change in her sister’s eyes, the twinkle of joy that turned into a sparkle of mischief. In an instant Celestia was off the wall and Luna was in her place. Celestia threw her arms to either side of Luna’s head before leaning in dangerously close to Luna’s face.

“Is it funny now?”

Her voice wasn’t struggled with laughter, but dropped into a sensual susurration. Her eye lids dropped and her lips drew back into her infamous naughty smile. Luna’s face dropped, but before she could say anything her sister swept into kiss her; a fleeting peck on the lips.

Luna sputtered, and a rosy patch of color bloomed across her face.

“Sister! What are you doing?”

“Hmm… Maybe you later.”

The blush grew.

“Y- you can’t just say things like that.”

Celestia’s smile grew into an amused grin. “Why not?”

“Because we’r-“

Peck

“Sister let m-“

Peck

“Tia would you just let me-“

Peck peck peck

Celestia peppered kisses about her sister’s face, enjoying how easily it was to frustrate her.

“Celestia Stop!” Luna vaguely wondered how Celestia’s smile grew even larger.

“Ooh Lulu, you hardly ever call me that. Maybe you’re just interesting in screaming my name today?” Celestia raised her eyebrows flirtatiously.

Celestia was really enjoying Luna’s reactions; her normally moon kissed skin was now aglow with a red hue. Luna couldn’t even find the words to reprimand her sister, but the only surprise Luna had was that she wasn’t more used to her sister’s advances by now.

“You know Lulu…” Celestia pressed her body into her sister’s, bending her arm up to lean on her elbows. “For someone so protesting, you have yet to even try to run away. I think you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I- I- Don’t you turn this around on me!”

Celestia teasingly leaned her head down to Luna’s cheek, quickly letting her tongue glide across it. Luna groaned, but tried to make up for it by offering a cross humph.

“You’re right,” Celestia all but purred in her ear. “You know, I just wanted to be close to you.” To prove her point she wiggled her hips just a little against her.

“But-!” Luna squeaked out hoping to finally get her point across, and she also tried to sink herself into the wall to get away from the friction. She closed her eyes in a sort of frustration, then said,

“I don’t mind being close to you, but this is a bit much.”

Luna was being honest. She really didn’t mind being close physically to Celestia. Long ago, even before the banishment, she and Celestia came to an understanding. Most siblings are comfortable with the other’s body to a degree. It’s just a natural familial intimacy. Celestia and Luna were no different. As the years passed their physical bond grew.

How it happened they weren’t sure, but eventually they didn’t mind intermingling their personal space. They were comfortable sitting impossibly close, hugging just a tad longer than normal sibling protocol, sharing an affectionate sisterly kiss that lasted longer than what regular siblings would find comfortable. They were even comfortable sharing the same bed on occasion, not just sleeping at opposite ends, but wrapped securely on the other’s arms.

Of course they were princesses and they had etiquette to follow, and they didn’t want to have to explain to generation after generation of staff and noblepeople their justifications for their intimacy, so in public they acted like the royalty they were. But really, what was affection between two sisters, as long as it stayed sisterly?

Something had changed though. Since Luna’s return, Celestia had been very very forward. She had always been a bit nosy about Luna’s sex life, but for the first two weeks after Luna returned, Celestia had sent the most attractive and well-built of her personal guards to Luna’s room. They would always ask if she had any “long neglected needs” she desired to be attended.

Luna was but no means a stranger to the male anatomy, but she was not a fiend like her sister. Where Celestia could take a random guard and find herself “missing” in between meetings, Luna actually liked to get to know her partners. For that reason she kept refusing the gaurds, until even she could not deny how pent up she had felt. If Celestia hadn’t persistently sent those guards to her room, it would have taken her longer to take the initiative to satiate herself. In a way she was thankful for her sister’s concern for whether or not she got laid.

But it didn’t just stop there, as of late, Celestia had been cornering her, openly staring, whispering dirty things at the most inopportune time, and becoming quite handsy. Luna rationed that it was her way of making up for the lonely thousands years without her sister’s familiar intimacy. Luna was mature enough to accept that even though she took the blunt of the hit, Celestia too suffered from their separation. Yet the fact of the matter was that they were sisters and sisters, no matter how close emotionally or physically, did not want what Celestia was trying to coax out of her.

Frazzled cerulean eyes opened to meet with the passionate stare of spinel ones. Luna felt the tremor run through down her spine. It worried her to know that Celestia would feel it too, but she was also worried because that shiver didn’t mean she was turned off.

To her surprise Celestia had apparently had her fun for the time being.

“Well look at the time, I have some business to attend to. See you at breakfast tomorrow.”

Luna took a long breath, slumping against the wall. Instead of being relieved that she was finally free, she could only focus on the lack of warmth that she had gotten accustomed to. She frowned as she watched Celestia walk down the hallway.

There was something about how abruptly Celestia left, and the devious look on her pretty princess face didn’t help Luna’s suspicion that Celestia was up to something. But apparently that would have to wait until breakfast. The last thing she noticed while her sister walked away was that the hallway was filled with the humming of the song she had sung earlier.

Celestia trudged into the private eating corridor of the royal family. Though Celestia was the patron of the sun, she was not a morning person, at least not until she had some food in her. In such early moments of the day neither she nor Luna bothered to look their best. It may have sounded shallow, but they didn’t really care if the servants saw them in their pajamas, and they were sure it gave them something to talk about anyways.

Celestia was in her flowing champagne night gown, her untied white robe that had her insignia on the breast pocket, and fuzzy slippers with the same insignia on the tops. She noticed Luna was already at the table being severed a breakfast of blueberry pancakes with what seemed to be tea. Luna was also wearing a robe but it was black and bore her own insignia. Underneath the rob she wore a grey blue tank top and loose navy blue shorts. Only Celestia sported bed head that moved clumsily on the magical wind.

Celestia let her hand tiredly pat the top of her sister’s neat hair, her way of saying good morning, before taking the seat in the adjacent side of the small square table.

“Good morning sister,” Luna said with the alertness Celestia could never muster until her breakfast kicked in. Luna had never gone to bed, but only showered and changed her clothes to feel comfortable in the morning routine.

“Meh,” was Celestia’s feeble reply as she propped her head up on the arm she rested on the table. One of the servants placed her plate in front of her. She also received pancakes, but opted for orange juice and a banana as well.

The servant asked if anything else was needed before exiting to give the princesses time to enjoy their breakfast in privacy and peace. Celestia shook her head, and then took in the aroma of the fluffy pancakes before reaching with her magic to poor the syrup. After a few bites Celestia looked up to her sister who was concentrated on the comic section of The Equestrian Daily.

“So what exciting things do you have planned today Lu?”

Luna took a few seconds to finish up a panel then turned her attention to her sister. “To be honest for the past few weeks I’ve been doing the same things: speaking with diplomats, signing papers, and listening to the people complain about the same issues.”

“I see.”

Luna stretched and didn’t mind the loud unladylike popping sounds. She didn’t notice Celestia’s eyes trained on her extending body.

“So what you are saying is that you need a little something different to shake up your routine?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” She shrugged as she scratched her head.

The clang of metal hitting the ground caught Luna’s attention.

“Whoops. I’ve dropped my fork.” Celestia sunk down under the table after it. Luna raised an eyebrow in suspicion. She could have very well have used her magic to pick up the utensil.

“Sister…? Why aren’t you using your magic? Sis…? Tia…?”

A few moments of shuffling under the table was followed by understanding. It hit her, or more accurately she licked her on the knee.

“Whoa! Sister what are you- ahhah!” From under the table Celestia was circling Luna’s knees with her tongue and steadily pulling apart her sister’s clamped legs. When they were pried open enough, Celestia moved further between them to keep them from closing again. She slid one hand up and down Luna’s thigh getting closer to the hem of her shorts, while she kept the other hand tickling the knee that wasn’t being teased by her mouth.

“Oooh… You need to s- stop.”

“What? You said you needed a change.” Luna could feel Celestia’s naughty smirk work its way from her knee to the inside of her thigh. She shook her leg vigorously as Celestia kissed a certain spot. Luna tried to convince herself that she was shaking her because she wanted Celestia off of her, and not because she was enjoying herself.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked between kisses.

“I um…” Celestia was getting dangerously close to her center, but for the life of Luna she couldn’t understand why the only thing she happened to be worried about was that someone could walk in and end up only seeing her in a compromising state. Here was Celestia, the co-ruler of Equestria, and her big sister, underneath the table out eye sight nibbling her way up to her younger sister’s nethers.

“Well…” The kissing up her leg slowed and that hand that had worked into her pant leg was retreating. “Wait!”

“Hmm…?”

Luna groaned as she let her head fall beck in defeat. Wasn’t it just yesterday that she had gone on a tirade about how sisters had a bond on a level that wasn’t supposed to be crossed? But here she was, really enjoying that her big sister was “taking care” of her. It was as if she couldn’t say no while Celestia was being so direct with her.

“Keep going,” she breathed, but she should have known that whispering was a fuel to Celestia’s torture, because she had her repeat those words until she was sure the servants heard. When Celestia heard enough she made a beeline between Luna’s legs. She rubbed her sister through the fabric of her soft shorts and it bemused her to feel Luna push back so quickly.

“You’re so eager Lulu. Have you really been that pent up? You know you could have just come to me. Get it? Come?”

Celestia laughed at her own joke then with a snap of her fingers used her magic to zap Luna’s pants and underwear off, neatly folded on the floor in the corner somewhere in the room.

“So now you use your magic?” Luna rolled her eyes in sarcasm, but they rolled back into her head in a flutter as Celesltia made contact with her folds, which were much wetter than Celestia anticipated.

“Aww Luna, you poor thing, you really have needed release.” She kisses her on her nether lips. “Don’t worry. I’m here to help you.” She tenderly slid her thumb across the slit and then flattened her tongue across the same place.

Luna’s leg quivered again and her head rolled back as Celestia set to work with her tongue. She licked around Luna’s entrance and then alternated to her nub. Luna was far past caring about wrong and right as she felt Celestia’s slick wriggling tongue. Celestia pushed her tongue into Luna’s entrance, eliciting a moan, but it was in that moment that one of the servants walked in to gather the plates.

“Um… Princess?”

Luna’s head shot up so fast she swore she almost broke her neck. What heat that wasn’t traveling south was flooding her face, turning it redder than it already was. Even by breakfast standards she was a mess: her robe had slipped down her shoulder taking along with it one of the sleeves of her tank top, and her breathing was much too heavy for just sitting.

“Oh… uh, yes…?” Luna righted herself but it was very hard to keep her composure with Celestia still prodding at her from under the table.

“I… came to take the dishes… are you done?” The maid bowed low, keeping her eyes from staring suspiciously at the Princess lest it upset her.

“I uh- oh- um- I’m not- y-yet.” Luna was trying to kick Celestia under the table as covertly as possible, but it was hard to focus on Celestia, her composure, and the maid all at the same time.

“And your sister?” The maid slowly began to raise her head.

“What about her!?” Luna yelled with too much enthusiasm, causing the maid’s head to drop down again.

“May I take her plate?”

“…”

“Princess Luna?”

“Hngf… what… oh yesss. I mean yes. Take her plate.” Celestia was unrelenting as she replaced her tongue with her fingers to push deeper inside Luna.

As the maid walked toward the table a bit of sense kicked in. If the maid got to close she would see that Luna was missing her pants. The table cloth was long enough to hid Celestia’s head, but it would have still been obvious to see that someone was moving between her legs.

“Wait!” Luna called out to the maid, but was also talking to Celestia, she was way too close to coming. Celestia took the hint and slowed.

“Here let me send her dishes over to you.”

“But Princess it’s my job-“

“No really, it’s fine.”

“But it’s not your place to handle-“

“No!” Celestia was teasing her nub again. “I mean no, just let me do it.” Luna used her magic to send Celestia’s hardly touched breakfast from one side of the table to where the maid stood.

“Thank you your majesty. Wait, where’s the fork? Maybe it’s under the table.” Luna’s face turned white and if she could have seen Celestia, she would have seen how hard she was trying not to explode with laughter. She imagined that poor maid lifting the table cloth in search of a fork to find instead find the bearer of the sun lapping away at her little sister.

Luna was faster than the maid though and yelled out,

“Celestia took it!”

“…excuse me Princess?”

“Celestia took the fork and ran off to her room to do the moon knows what with it, as she is very strange sometimes, but the fact of the matter is that it is not here, and so you don’t need to worry or look under the table, and if you really need it back I’ll be sure to have her return it, now if you would leave and allow me to eat my breakfast in peace I would be very very grateful!”

Luna took a huge gulp of air, pointed at the door, and looked desperately at the maid who couldn’t help but make eye contact from that outburst.

“… As you wish, Princess.” The maid bowed, took what she came to get and hurried to the door, when she looked to the side her eyes fell on something that caught her attention. She had to stop and ask.

“Princess, are those your pants?”

“OUT!”

“Right! Out! Sorry your highness!” She bowed again and ran out of the room.

Celestia couldn’t hold in her laughter any more, on the contrary, Luna was fuming. She lifted the table cloth with every intention of giving her sister a piece of her mind, but when she raised it above her sister’s head she was silenced with the sight of actually seeing her sister between her legs. “You’re terrible,” was the only thing Luna could think of as she kept her eyes trained on her sister.

Celestia calmed quickly and went right back to devouring her sister. Somehow Luna had managed to stay aroused through the whole situation, though she attributed that mostly to her sister. Celestia put on a show now that Luna had removed the veil. She twisted her hand as she pumped in and out of her wet walls and moved her head much more as she licked her pearl. When Celestia took Luna’s bud in her mouth and sucked Luna was close, but when their eyes met again Luna came.

Celestia let her ride out her orgasm before pulling away with her mouth covered in Luna’s juices. She crawled out from under the table quickly. Luna thought she was to get to taste herself but instead Celestia moved to one of Luna’s unfinished pancakes and drooled some of her juice on to it.

“That’s gross, Tia.” But she couldn’t turn away as Celestia ate the pancake.

“Well,” she started after she took a sip of Luna’s cold tea, “you let that poor maid take my breakfast. And while you are delicious,” which she emphasized by licking what she could reach of Luna’s liquids from around her mouth, “I have a nation to co-rule. And you know I can’t do that on an empty stomach.”

Celestia scarfed down another pancake and snapped Luna’s pants back on.

“I’m going to see if I can get that maid you scared to help me take a shower. See you later Lulu.” Celestia turned round to wink at her before setting off to freshen up.

Luna watched as Celestia walked out of their small dining room, then down at her food. She didn’t finish her breakfast but shuddered as she reveled in what just happened. In hardly anytime Celestia had eaten her breakfast and her pussy. A shiver when down her spine, this was only the beginning wasn’t it?

Celestia knew Luna was going to enjoy herself, she was her big sister and big sisters knew what their little sisters needed. She chuckled to herself as she made her way to her private chambers. She could practically hear Luna saying to herself that that would never happen again, but that was just silly.

Wasn’t it only fair that Celestia got a turn?

Author's Note

Guys please help, this has been sitting in my laptop since February. I have no idea where to go from here. Give me ideas plesszzz.

Also the world needs more Molestia inspired stories. Yes.

Stupid

Stupid Tia. Stupid bikini. Stupid Tia, wearing the stupid bikini that was see through when wet and entirely too small.

Stupid eyes staring at her sister’s practically naked body, dripping sparkling droplets as she rose from the pool. Stupid Tia, noticing she stared. Stupid smug grin.

Stupid face blushing like crazy. Stupid mouth, stuttering, failing to dispute the idea of liking the view. She just wasn't used to such... immodesty. Stupid smug grin growing.

Stupid sister walking out of the pool, swinging her hips, taking slow, intentionally sensual steps, as smooth as the trail of the glistening sliding water down her long thick sun blessed legs.

Stupid eyes staring again.

Stupid smug grin growing even more.

Stupid Tia, thinking she was sexy. Stupid Tia, insisting Luna thought she was sexy. Which she did. In a completely platonic, friendly, sibling...y way. Stupid Tia, who went "riiiiiight."

Stupid blush spreading down her milky neck. Stupid Tia, eyeing the blush and licking her lips. Stupid stomach doing the flips.

Stupid Tia, laughing it all off, shrugging, and pulling up a lounge chair next to her. Stupid Tia, laying on her stupid stomach, exposing a generous view of her big round ass and the sloping curve that sent the rolling droplets to collect on the small of her back. Stupid Tia, skipping out on her diets.

Stupid annoying buzzing sensation between her legs that fired every time her sister tried to get comfortable. Her thighs would flex, which would make her ass jiggle and her cutie mark bounce, just a bit.

Stupid mouth watering up.

Stupid Tia, rolling onto her back, giving up on her stomach. Stupid new exposure of her heavy bust, hardly supported by that thin white bikini. Stupid flat expanse of her tanned stomach that rose and fell with a distracting rhythm.

Stupid Tia, catching her staring again.

Stupid her for staring in the first place.

Stupid grin pointed smugly at her, again.

Stupid Tia, using her stupid magic to move Luna's stupid lounge chair even closer to hers.

Stupid adorable squeak of surprise.

Stupid blush that was blooming across her chest now.

Stupid Tia, leaning into her face with those shimmering mischievous lilac eyes and those smirking lips that were steadily coming closer and closer and closer...

Stupid!

Stupid everything!

Stupid Tia!

Stupid pounding heart!

Stupid Tia!

Stupid eyelids drifting shut!

Stupid her thinking Tia, her sister, would actually kiss her!

Stupid sister, actually kissing her.

Stupid her liking it.

A lot.

Stupid summersaults in her belly. Stupid throat, slipping an involuntary noise of appreciation. Stupid Tia, chuckling in that stupid breathy, deep tone that made Luna's nethers tingle.

Stupid Tia, being such a good kisser, with her soft lips and naughty tongue already prying between her teeth, finding her tongue and swirling them together like a whirlpool. Stupid moaning noises she kept making.

Stupid Tia, pulling her onto her lounge chair, which was only big enough for one person, meaning she had to lay flush against her sister’s curvaceous body. Stupid hips grinding into her sister's on their own accord.

Stupid Tia, grinding back.

Stupid guards. What if they saw?

"So?" stupid Tia answered as she nipped the sensitive toe curling spot on Luna's neck.

Stupid her, forgetting what she had asked as soon as those heated lips found her favorite spot.

Stupid hands, long slender feminine hands, roving her body. Arms, hips, scalp, cheeks, back. Stupid one piece swimsuit.

Stupid Tia, with her skin much too delicious to be ignored. Stupid collar bone she had to trail her tongue along. Stupid moan she was able to coax out of her when she nibbled her ear. Stupid large chest that was squashed against her humble own.

Stupid her for groaning much too loudly when her sister groped her pert ass, mashing her cheeks together then pulling them apart until her swimsuit got swallowed in the tide. Stupid even louder groan when Tia tugged the slipped material so that it teased her pulsing clit.

Stupid Tia, making her wet.

Stupid Tia, finally sliding the fabric away so that she could plunge her fingers into the hot sopping center that was begging for attention. Stupid talented fingers being so talented.

Stupid excited very dexterous sister making it difficult for her to move, other than in writhing pleasure, let alone moving the white bikini bottom out of her way to return the favor. Stupid sexy moan neither was completely sure to whom it belonged.

Stupid crashing waves of pleasure spreading across her body as she rocked against Tia's pumping fingers. Stupid Tia, clenching around her as she did the same. Stupid squishy squashing noises that were driving them both crazy.

Stupid Tia sealing their lips together again, making more sticky noises. Stupid muscles beginning to clench. Stupid throaty noises getting higher pitched. Stupid breathe becoming shorter. Stupid her, opening her electric teal eyes to find her sister's cloudy spinel eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Stupid mind shattering climax that broke through them both at the same time, stealing their breath as they rode each other out.

Stupid tasty sister juice.

Stupid tasty self juice.

Stupid lazy kiss as they calmed back down.

Stupid Tia, still smirking. Stupid her for asking why, only to have Tia kiss her on the forehead as she put head down. "I should wear this swimsuit more often."

Stupid Tia, and her smart ideas.

Author's Note

This chapter is stupid. Deal with it. :duck:

~~Also, I feel dirty after this one. I used "ass"~~ :applecry:

Also also, thanks for the ideas you guys gave me, they helped make this stupidity. Please keep em coming.
Bah Doom Tss :moustache: