Lucifer Morningstar

In three weeks, I had mastered several important skills.

First and foremost was the ability to communicate through crying, cooing, and the occasional scream. This allowed me to communicate how I felt to Celestia and Luna. In a few years when they had therapy over me, it was my particular cry of “I’m wet and shat in my diapers and I’m still hungry” that was going to require the Jaws of Life to untangle themselves from the fetal ball they found themselves in.

To this day, I still have no clue at all why that makes me feel proud.

Second, taste-testing Celestia and Luna’s (sorry, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna’s) breast milk. They lived, it seemed, on alternate work schedules and it was usually the mid-day/mid-night feeding that was the best, and the richest in terms of both density and flavor. Princess Celestia was vanilla milkshake and sunlight, Princess Luna was a smoky chocolate that tickled your throat with fairy dreams. And, fresh from the tap was better than any bottle. But, a few of the nursemaids were cute and Princess Celestia and Luna picked for skill first, looks second, and plot-kissing a far distant three billionth.

Third, learning how to walk. The good news about four legs-when you fall, you’re closer to the ground. The bad news, you can easily get yourself into a Centipede’s Dilemma (“which leg do you move first?”) if you’re not careful. Wings, apparently, were next once I’d mastered the arcane and elite art of trotting safely for distances further than a hundred yards.

Fourth, Princess Luna could speak in Modern English (or was that Equestrian?). Stress made her revert to old vocal patterns, and volume. And, by GOD did she have volume. During my second week, I had snuck into a linen closet and fallen asleep. By the time I had woken up, I could hear Princess Luna crying out to find me. From the other side of a castle that was probably fifty percent larger than Buckingham Palace. That was an actual, working castle, with thick stone walls.

I learned later that Princess Luna had to replace a lot of windows and write quite a few apology letters for her volume that night.

Fifth, I got to see Princess Celestia and Princess Luna raise and lower the Sun and the Moon.

Let me repeat that. They could, and did, actually manipulate the Sun and the Moon, moving them through the sky like giant celestial shot-puts. Sir Issac Newton would probably spin in his grave fast enough to power most of Central London if he ever saw this (and, it would be a carbon-neutral source of power!). And, from what I could tell, it was from magic. Which, it seemed, was an actual science and skill here.

Oh, and sixth?

I met Princess Twilight Sparkle.

It left an impression on everyone involved.

Twenty-six days, ten hours, and minutes that didn’t matter except to accountants and lawyers after my explosive arrival here, I rolled around in my crib to my small menagerie of stuffed animals. Four were my boon companions in this time-a stuffed bear that got the name Bob, two matching bean-bag ponies that I named Pete and Repeat (1), and a stuffed phoenix that Celestia insisted on calling Philomena and I named Cinny (2). I tended to sleep on Bob, clutch Pete and Repeat firmly, and had Cinny resting under my rear hooves, when I woke up to a new and mysterious sound.

A new voice entering my world.

“Oh, gosh, oh, gosh, oh, gosh!” I could hear through the door. The door knob glowed from another pony-a unicorn’s or alicorn’s magic, and purple this time-and it opened to reveal a whole new alicorn that I had never met before. About half as tall as Luna, purple fur, mutli-colored purple mane, long horn, wings, flank markings (sorry, Cutie Mark) of five stars surrounding a sixth, larger star… She pronked into the room and around my crib, looking at me with a wonder that I only thought I felt at times. “He’s so cute! No Cutie Mark yet, but he’s only three weeks old…and that mane!”

She came up to me and smiled. I liked her smile. “Hi there, Lucifer! I’m Twilight Sparkle.”

I went “Gaaa!” and booped her on the nose. She looked cross-eyed for a second, and smiled. Then, she booped me on the nose with her hoof. “Boop!”

I laughed wildly, and booped her with my nose. “Hey,” she said, booping me back with her nose. “So,” Twilight Sparkle asked Princess Celestia, “have you figured out where he comes from yet?”

“No, and that is why I need your help, Twilight Sparkle,” Princess Celestia said. “I have been unable to find where he came from prior to the moment he appeared in the Everfree Forest. You are my most brilliant student, and most skilled pony that I know of with magic. If you can find where he came from, we can find out who his parents were.”

Well, I came from Earth, I thought. Twilight Sparkle came, and I felt myself float out of the crib, clutching Pete and Repeat in my hooves. “No problem,” Twilight Sparkle said. “I can get to work right now.” She started to float things out of the saddlebags that she was wearing. “And, I get to play with him, too!”

“Just remember,” Princess Celestia said, “there’s milk in the fridge(3) if you need it. He goes through a lot, and I should be done with the meeting with the Saddle Arabian representatives in a few hours, if you need more.”

“Princess Celestia,” Twilight Sparkle said with an expression of shock on her face (ponies are easy to read…), “You’re lactating to feed him?”

“He won’t drink formula and he’s got another few months before his teeth come in. So far, the only things he’ll drink are water, our breast milk, and sarsaparilla. Don’t give him sarsaparilla-he might be the only pony that I’ve ever met that can do the Sonic Rainboom on hoof and indoors when you do...and the Sonic Peeboom afterwards,” Princess Celestia said with a sigh. “Princess Luna would be here to help, but she’s been dead-tired lately (4), and I wouldn’t recommend waking her up.”

“We should be fine,” Twilight Sparkle smiled, and Princess Celestia smiled as she left. Twilight Sparkle started to lay out her arcane tools, and began to get to work.

An hour and a bottle of water later, Twilight Sparkle had given up on her work and was in the process of putting me in a new diaper and playing with the pony she was calling her L.A.B.B.F.F. (Little Adopted Brother Best Friends Forever). And, honestly, I didn’t mind. Oh, playing with Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Deep Note, Moonshine, and all the other ponies that worked castle was fun (5). But, Twilight Sparkle was more of an intellectual sort of player and was trying to read every single book in the room that I had with me.

And, while I’d prefer to be doing the reading, having her read to me (and add her own details, like the “chug chug” sound in The Little Engine That Could-absolutely identical to the Earth version, except with ponies in place of people) was a great and beautiful joy.

Unfortunately, there was a problem and I knew exactly what it was at hour two. I was hungry, and began to give off the “feed me” crying set (6). Twilight Sparkle looked at me, carefully put me back in the crib, and then pulled a scroll out of nowhere. Twilight Sparkle started to read…”Okay, okay...you’re doing the long cry, then three short, then long...you’re hungry! No problem, L.A.B.B.F.F.! Princess Celestia left milk in the fridge for you, and…”

She opened up the fridge, then closed it. Opened it up again, closed it, opened it, and then started to make a low gibbering sound…, “Okay, Twilight, don’t panic...we’re out of milk, but don’t panic...Princess Luna has been lactating as well, I’ll go and ask her for help…”

Then, she left. I stopped crying then. Yea, I was hungry-but crying when I couldn’t have anything done about it, that’s just rude. About ten minutes later, Twilight Sparkle came back, looking a bit gun-shy and with singed hairs on her mane. “Okay, okay, can’t bother Princess Celestia, can’t bother Princess Luna, what do I do, what do I do…”

I looked around, and realized that on the top shelf was the book that Princess Celestia used to start her lactation cycle. I looked at Pete, blessed him with a hug, and tossed him at Twilight Sparkle. Good hit, and she looked at me. “Oh, sorry,” she said, a bit nervously with a little flutter in her voice that worried me. “I’m trying to figure out how to feed you, and…”

After she said “feed you,” I pivoted as smoothly in the cradle that I could, and gave Repeat an accurate toss at the blue book with balloons on it. Twilight Sparkle looked at the book, then at me. I made a “feed me” gesture by lying on my back and holding an invisible bottle between my hooves. Twilight Sparkle looked at me, then the book, then used her magic to bring it down to her. “Oh my,” Twilight Sparkle said, looking through the bookmarks. Then, she found the right page. “Oh dear...this won’t do. Binding nodes are not quite right. I mean, Princess Celestia could get away with this, but I think…”

She grabbed some paper and started to make notes. I gave her exactly ten minutes, then started the “feed me” crying again. Hey, I gave her about thirty minutes in total and I was hungry. Twilight Sparkle looked at me, and giggled in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Lucifer, when some sort of work really interest me, I get distracted and...well, I worked out the spell. Better binding nodes, more use of hormonal controls, and...well…” Twilight Sparkle truly had the most interesting embarrassed look to her face, and then took a deep breath. “Well, let’s get this over with.”

Twilight Sparkle’s horn flared and she suddenly staggered on her hooves. “Oh, my…,” she whispered. “Oh my, that was very, very interesting.”

Twilight Sparkle looked at me, and smiled with an almost maternal air to her. “Hm...where do I go, where do I go…,” and then she levitated me out of the crib and wandered over to the bean bag nook that Princess Celestia and Princess Luna would use when they was breast-feeding me directly. She started to snuggle into the bean bags, and paused for a second to sniff. “Yes...I was right, she does feed you here,” Twilight Sparkle said, and carefully oriented herself so that I would lay comfortably on her belly-and she could be comfortable as well.

Twilight Sparkle set me down on her belly with all the gentleness of a feather falling on another feather, and then released her magic. “Go on,” she whispered breathlessly. “I should be...ah…yes, I am…” I could see her nipples from here-the nipple a shade lighter than her fur, and I crawled my way towards it, pulling myself carefully along with my hooves. I could feel under me Twilight Sparkle’s body beginning to quiver. Then, I remembered something-something that Princess Celestia said when she was beginning to use the spell…

No, it was Princess Luna. “Sister, that is a lactation spell. For fetish play!”, I remembered. And, did Twilight Sparkle somehow emphasize…

While I was trying to figure things out, my lips had just wrapped around one of Twilight Sparkle’s nipples and was sucking for all it was worth. Hey, I was hungry and I could smell milk on her nipples. And...Twilight Sparkle tasted of blackberries picked off the vine in the middle of a fey wood. She tasted of secret mysteries, hidden rituals, and friendship forged in the fires of battle and tempered in attempted deception and reciprocated love.

The Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines of the God Emperor of Mankind, considered themselves armored in the Armor of Contempt. Twilight Sparkle was armored in the Armor of Friendship.

And, I think she was much better protected.

It was certainly more delicious for a hungry alicorn foal to feed off of.

She moaned under my tongue and mouth, and in a flourish, I drained her nipples dry. I rolled onto my back, and released a low, burping moan that I was afraid that I’d fill my diaper from the quality of the feast.

I felt myself float gently upwards, where Twilight Sparkle began to lick my muzzle clean of milk. Then, she snuggled me into her chest, wrapped us both up in her wings, and she slowly rocked the both of us to sleep.

I woke up to soaked diapers, and, began to moan softly. Twilight Sparkle awoke, smiled, and said, “Let me get that cleaned up.”

She swiftly got the wet diaper off, cleaned me off completely with sanitary wipes, cleaned up the mess made, and had me re-diapered and firmly ensconced on her chest, as her magic ran two breast milk pumps to clear her system out. I fell asleep there, to the beat of her heart, and her cooing lessons on simple magic in my ears.

I woke a few hours later, when I heard Princess Luna’s distinct voice, “Princess Twilight Sparkle…,” then quiet. I could feel myself be disentangled from her hooves and wings, checked for a dry diaper, and lowered carefully into my crib. She then shook Twilight Sparkle awake. “Wake up, Princess,” Princess Luna cooed softly.

“Mmmmm, Flash Sentry, don’t lick me there…,” she whispered, then she woke up. “Ah, ah, Princess Luna, is Lucifer all right?”

“Awake, but in his crib. Did you use the spell to generate your own milk?” Princess Luna asked carefully.

“I had to! Princess Celestia was in a meeting all day, you nearly tried to blow me up twice when I wanted to wake you up…,” Twilight Sparkle said, then took a deep breath. “I couldn’t let him starve.”

“No, you couldn’t,” Princess Luna said, then leaned in and whispered something in Twilight Sparkle’s ear. “I have a very extensive set of very well sterilized toys. Third shelf besides the bookcase in my bedroom. Bedroom door locks. Organized smallest to largest. Trust me, you need to use them.”

“But…,” Twilight Sparkle is swiftly interrupted by Princess Luna.

“I will watch Lucifer for you while you get this out of your system,” Princess Luna said. “Trust me on this, you will need it.”

Twilight Sparkle left, and Princess Luna looked at the fridge. “How much did she pump…,” Princess Luna asked, and whistled softly. “She definitely is my sister’s student. Hm…”

I was faking sleep at this point. One eye open, I wanted to see what she did.

And, in one swift gulp, Princess Luna drained a whole bottle of Twilight Sparkle’s breast milk. Her smile was a wonder to behold. “I shall have to talk with Twilight Sparkle about her tastes. Later.”

She came over to the crib and used her magic to check me for wet spots, and I did a “waking up” thing. Princess Luna was shocked, but she smiled, levitated me out, and started to cuddle me close as she trotted around the room. “Princess Twilight Sparkle...she is definitely interesting. You would be honored to have her as your teacher, I think. And, I think she will need a student soon.”

Princess Luna stopped, and held me in front of her face. “Oh, don’t worry, little foal. I have not planned your life out like my sister would! I will give you the keys to open the doors of your life. It’s up to you to open them.”

Princess Luna tucked me back close in and started to hum a soft, lyric-less lullaby. I wish I could remember the music, because it deserved lyrics, and I fell asleep content and happy. With what had been going on, it could have gotten interesting, very fast.

(1)-Wherever Pete went, Repeat would follow. Whatever Pete did, Repeat would do. Except spontaneously combust...that, Pete stayed wisely out of.
(2)-Short for Cinnamon, due to her coloration.
(3)-Which worked by the application of Maxwell’s Demon. Actually, the Demon’s name was Mordent Blood Of Elder Statesmen (or Morry), and we became drinking buddies when I grew up. Had great stories to tell.
(4)-Sleep is optional for adult alicorns. Except when you have a three week old alicorn foal that likes playing with anypony he can find at night and is an escape artist.

Luna earned every single Mother’s Day card she ever got from me…
(5)-Deep Note was a violin-playing pegasus that worked the day shift and made me wish that I could have given her a Stradivarius violin. She had earned it, and was skilled enough to play it to the fullest.

Moonshine was a thestral that worked for the Night Watch and brought her son Stardust with her whenever she could. Year older than me, could fly, and regarded me as the best partner to get in trouble with ever.
(6)-”WAAAA! WA! WA! WA! WAAAA!”. Pause for four seconds, repeat until fed.