Author's Note

While the first paragraph immediately follows the last chapter, most of this chapter takes place after the events of chapter 10 from the MOA main storyline.

Lovers in the Day

Lovers in the Day

“Do you think she's mad?” I ask Luna, who is in bed beside me, after hearing Auntie Celeste's unearthly scream echo throughout the castle.

“I'm not sure, Marcus,” she replies with a frown. “Last time she reacted like that, it was because one of the servants told her that not a single cake was to be found on castle grounds.”

“Oh. That's not so bad then.”

“Don't be fooled. There's little in this world as important to Tia as cake.”

We both strain our ears for a while, trying to determine whether she had left or was just standing there in a daze. Eventually we can hear two quick hoofsteps and a short rap at the door. “Are the two of you dressed? I need to speak to you and I'd rather do it now than later, awkward as it may be.”

“Uh, hang on, Auntie,” I call through the closed door and scramble to put on my jeans. I can see Luna retrieving the skimpy parts of her costume. “Here,” I say, handing her my shirt. “I don't think you wanna let her see you in that costume. She might send you to the moon by reflex.”

“Thank you, Marcus,” she says gratefully and puts on the t-shirt. Woah! It wasn't my intention, but the way it clings to her body is seriously hot. And due to the fact that she's not wearing a bra, her nipples are poking through the fabric. I shake my head. Focus! This isn't the time to get aroused. “We're presentable, sister,” Luna states calmly after having put on the bottoms of her costume as well.

Presentable might be a bit of a stretch, but at least we're not in our birthday suits anymore. The door opens very, very slowly. Celeste enters with a dark look on her face, keeping her eyes fixed on us the whole time and pressing the door closed with her back. Looks like she's struggling to find the right words.

Eventually she sighs and walks over to my desk, where she had put down the bowl of sweets earlier. “I need something to eat,” she says and pulls the wrapper from a candy bar with a vengeance, before taking a bite from it.

I can see Luna's eyes sparkling and I notice that her tail is waving around. Why is that so fucking adorable? “Can I have some?”

Wordlessly Celesta levitates the treats over to her little sister, who doesn't waste any time in picking out some cookies and munching on them. Then she offers the bowl to me.

“No, thanks,” I say with a shake of my head. Frankly I don't understand how the two of them can eat in a situation like this. This is so awkward.

For a few moments the only sounds in the room are of the two royal sisters slowly chewing. “Did you at least use protection?” Celeste finally asks.

Luna and I look first at each other and then lower our heads.

Smack. “Oh, for the love of … “ Well, that's a statement not many can make. I saw the Princess of the Sun actually face-palm.

“You're overreacting, Tia,” Luna tells her calmly. “You know that alicorns have an unusually long cycle. I'm not due to ovulate for another three moons.”

Oh, so that's why she was okay with me cumming inside. Truth be told, I don't know if a human and a pony could even reproduce, but it's got to be possible, if they've both considered it. I feel kinda dumb for not knowing that.

“Before you say anything else,” Luna states in a clear voice and it seems to me that she's straightening her back. Maybe she's trying to appear taller in the face of her sister. “What Marcus and I do in private is our business. You have no right to interfere.”

I really admire Luna right now. There's not many who can stand up to Celeste's gaze, when she's serious. Then some movement catches the corner of my eye. Luna's hand is resting on her thigh, but it's clearly shaking. Even though she's putting on a bold front, I guess she's nervous as well. Reaching out my own hand and putting it on top of hers, I also meet Celeste's eyes. I can feel Luna's hand taking mine and squeezing it in response.

Celeste closes her eyes and sighs again. “No, I don't,” she admits. “I take it, the two of you want to pursue this relationship?”

“Don't we at least deserve the chance?” I ask, emboldened by the fact that she doesn't seem as opposed to the idea as I had feared.

She stands up and walks to the window, looking out over the city below with a gloomy expression. “Unfortunately it's not just about the two of you. Many of my subjects wouldn't understand. Luna is co-ruler of Equestria, you're technically related and you are a minor and also a human, Marcus.”

I'll give her most of those points. The Princess of the Night can't be seen dating a minor, even though in this day and age having sex at seventeen is really nothing out of the ordinary. But one thing she said is nagging at me. “What does being human have to do with it? Ponies and humans fall in love all the time.”

“Let me ask you this. How would you feel, if a pony came to the human world and were to suddenly become Vice-president of your United States?”

I scoff. “Well, that's impossible. You have to be born an American citizen to even qualify.”

“My point exactly.”

“What are you … oh.” Now I get what she's saying. My current title as duke is pretty much an empty one. But some might think that I was trying to gain political power by being with Luna. Ponies might not be comfortable with that idea, imagined or real.

Celeste sits on the edge of the bed and looks at us. There's still some lingering shock because of how she found out, I think, but she's not actually mad at us. It's a look of sympathy over what she knows she has to ask of us. “If you want to do this, I won't stop you. But this is how it has to be. You need to keep this relationship a secret, at least until Marcus turns eighteen. If that's what you want, we can then dissolve the adoption and you can renounce your title as duke. That would take care of the legal ramifications. But until then, nopony can know.”

* * *

It's been several days since Luna and I started going out in secret. We both acknowledged that Auntie Celeste had raised some good points, but it feels wrong. People say that they wanna shout it form the rooftops, when they're in love. I don't mind not making a big deal of it. Heck, it's exactly the reason I didn't want to make a big deal of being a member of the royal family, because I neither want nor need the attention. But I would have liked to tell my two good friends Rarity and Octavia about my very special somepony. And my parents of course, though I'm not quite sure what their reaction would be.

We've been managing to keep our secret pretty well so far. With her magic Luna can visit me in my room at night without anypony knowing. She's even visited me in my dreams. Actually the residents of the palace might be more suspicious of the fact that we aren't flirting as much in public as we used to. We've been restricting ourselves to a bare minimum when among others.

“Did you upset Princess Luna in some way?” one of the castle guards even asked me the other day. “She used to light up whenever you entered the room.”

She still does. But it's restricted to the bedroom and I couldn't exactly tell him that.

“P-Princess! You’ve turned down yet another potential husband? That’s the fifth one today! Why?” I know that voice. It's Luna's advisor. The two of them are heading straight for me as they walk along the corridor on this Monday morning.

“As I’ve told you before, Withers,” the princess explains. “I have no interest in finding a husband right now. It’s been merely two years since my return. Don’t you think I’d rather enjoy my life first, before I make such a big step? We go through this nonsense twice a year. What’s the point?”

As we pass each other, I offer a curt nod. “Princess.”

“Marcus,” she responds just as neutrally. Damn, if he wasn't here, I might have been able to give her a quick kiss. But as it is, I can only continue on my way.

“It’s tradition, princess,” Withers answers her question.

“A tradition that I would like to be rid of. Furthermore, why are you harassing me with this frivolity instead of Celestia? Why isn’t she going through this ‘tradition’?”

“Well, Celestia said that she didn’t want to be married just yet.”

“Hmph. So you’ll respect my sister’s wishes, but you won’t respect mine?” she asks coldly, not even bothering to look at Withers. “I will be in my bedchambers.”

Then she storms off. Withers shakes his head and goes off in a different direction. I've stopped on my way. “Why won't he leave her alone with this?” I ask, balling my hand into a fist.

“Because he means well and even he doesn't know your secret.”

I whirl around, surprised at the sudden voice. “Auntie Celeste!” Where the hell did she just come from? She must have been on her way to start the day court, since Luna just finished up the night shift.

“Spying on your marefriend? Bad form, nephew,” she scolds me half-seriously.

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is you being in this corridor. You're fully aware that this is the way she takes after court is over. You being here might be a coincidence for one day, but not three in a row.”

I sigh. “She doesn't really tell me about these things. Keeping this secret seems to be even harder on her than it is on me. I just wish she'd open up to me, even though I can't do anything about it. I wanna lessen her burden a little.”

“Ever tell her that?” Celeste asks with a smile. “Communication is crucial to any relationship and the two of you don't have a lot of opportunities to speak freely.”

“Yeah, you're probably right.” I give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Auntie. I'm gonna go see her right now.”

Celeste watches me head off with a smile. If she still has any reservations left about me and Luna being together, she doesn't show it.

I make my way to Luna's room and knock on the door. “Luna? May I come in?”

It takes a while for her to answer. “You shouldn't be here. Somepony might see you.”

I frown, looking around. The corridor is empty. Besides, just visiting her shouldn't raise any suspicions, right? We're also family, although that is in fact part of the problem. Gah! Sometimes my head feels like exploding. Maybe a different line of reasoning will work. “The longer you leave me hanging, the more likely it is that someone will spot me.”

Silence again. Then I can see the lock being engulfed by a small, blue aura and hear it click. I turn the knob and enter, closing the door behind me.

Luna has changed into something less formal, namely some elastic shorts and a t-shirt that says “Best Princess”. She's also tied up her mane in a ponytail. She looks so beautiful with the soft morning light illuminating her perfect coat and making the stars in her mane sparkle, although it does seem a little more matted than normal.

“I … “ Trying to formulate my thoughts that were so clear in my mind a moment ago, I falter and Luna preempts me by running up to me and kissing me full on the lips. Well, I don't mind a greeting like this, so I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her back, enjoying the feeling of her soft lips against mine.

“I hate it,” she says, after breaking the kiss. “All the sneaking around and the lying. It makes me hate myself. I wish I could just tell them to hum off, because I've already got someone in my life.”

Smiling at her, I stroke her mane for a bit. “I know. Sometimes I just wanna storm the throne room, whenever one of them is in there and tell him to buzz off myself.”

We both sit down on the bed and Luna leans her head against my shoulder with a sigh. The smell of her shampoo is tickling my nostrils. “That would be kinda romantic.”

“Can't you just tell your stupid advisor to knock it off?”

“Please don't be mad at Withers. It's bad enough that I take my frustration out at him. It's not his fault, you know. He can't know about us and he can't just send these stallions away without a reason. They're from influential families. If I don't at least hear their proposals and reject them in person, it's gonna cause trouble for the diarchy.”

I'd never thought about it that way. I'm just no good at thinking about this political stuff. And she's probably right about her advisor, too. If it wasn't for him sifting through all this crap, the suitors would probably be ramming down her door right now. “Does that mean you've forgiven him for putting you on that diet?”

Her expression suddenly turns to ice. “He should spend a week in Tartarus for that.”

I chuckle and squeeze her flank playfully. “I do think it paid off, though.”

“Keep talking, mister, and I'll get my Nightmare Moon costume.” Good, I managed to make her smile. Then her mood turns pensive again, though. “You've grown up in these modern times. How is it that people are still so obsessed with marriage?”

I scratch my cheek. “I dunno. But, when you love someone you'd want to make it official, I guess. Marriage is the ultimate proof of love or something.”

“I'd settle for just being able to tell our friends and family about us,” she says, nestling her cheek against my chest. “But by your own definition, you wouldn't want to marry someone you don't even know, right? Neither do I. So is it us who are weird or is it my so-called suitors?”

“Who knows,” I answer honestly. “But I do know one thing.” What I'm about to do seems pretty cliched, but it feels right at the moment. So I lift up her chin with my hand and look into her deep, blue eyes. “The last few days have been incredible and I want to make you happy. I promise that as soon as we're able to take this public, I'll make sure you don't have to deal with them anymore.”

Luna stares at me in wide-eyed shock and I can actually see her getting redder and redder. Finally she turns around. “T-t-taking it p-p-public … ? I … I don't think I could do it with an audience! I never even thought you were into this kind of thing! … Though I suppose it would make them leave me alone … “

“Huh?” That's not exactly the reaction I had expected. “What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean, what am I talking about? What are you talking about? You're the one who just suggested we do it in front of other people.”

Eh … “GAH!” I wave my arms frantically. “That's not what I meant! I meant TELLING people about us!”

“Why would we do that!? Details like that should stay private. I don't even discuss my sex life with Tia.” For some reason she's worked herself into a frenzy over this.

She's still thinking that I was suggesting something weird, so I smack my hand against my face. “No, Luna. I meant just telling them the fact that we're together. That ought to be enough to deter them from proposing, shouldn't it?”

Luna blinks a couple of times as she finally becomes aware of the misunderstanding. “O … ohhh … That's what you meant.” Geez, Auntie Celeste was right about the whole properly communicating thing, all right.

We both look at each other for a moment in silence, then we crack up at the exact same time. For a while there's no holding us as we roll around the bed laughing.

“I've gotta say, though,” I say, wiping a tear from my eye. “I've never seen you so flustered before, not even when Auntie Celeste walked in on us. It was kinda cute.”

“Well, don't say stuff that could be so easily misunderstood,” Luna responds, before snuggling up to me.

“Fine, I just want to point out that your mind wandered towards sex first,” I tell her while holding her close. “I know this situation isn't ideal, but it'll get better, when we can finally let people know. Until then I want you to know that I'm always here for you, if you need someone to talk. We're in this together after all.”

“I know.” She gives me a kiss on the cheek. “See, that's what marriage should be about. Someone who is there for me, who will reassure me when I need it … Someone like you.”

… Shit! Now I'm the one freaking out. Did she just? “Was that … ?”

“NOT a proposal,” Luna quickly interjects, before that thought can run away with me.

“Right. … Though … I wouldn't mind … I mean … someday … with you, I mean.”

“Marcus.”

“Yes?”

“Let's not worry about the future and just … be.”

I look at her smiling face and once again get lost in those deep, blue eyes of hers. For some reason it always has a calming effect on me. “Yeah,” I confirm and kiss her again.

We sit up and I move around behind her, putting my arms around her. I begin to kiss her neck. “You look really sexy with your mane tied up like that, do you know that?”

She's closed her eyes and is enjoying the attention. “I've noticed that you tend to draw mares like this, so I thought you'd like it.”

“That's very considerate of you.” My left hand moves upward and cups her left breast over the fabric. I grin. I've learned something about Luna over the last few days. She tends not to wear a bra with casual clothing. Then again, why would she need to with such perfect breasts?

“Ahnn!” She moans, when I pinch her nipple and I can feel it get hard between my fingertips even through the shirt.

My right hand snakes its way into her pants and finding her clit, I roll it around between my thumb and index finger.

“Hmm, how did you get so good at this?” Luna asks, biting her lip. “Were you really a virgin less than a week ago or were you just pretending?”

“Maybe I'm just a fast learner,” I reply, my ego getting a boost out of the compliment. “I just wanna be able to explore that sexy body of yours with every sense I have available.”

“Oh!” I can feel her writhe in my lap as I run my tongue along her spine. Craning her neck around, her eyes wordlessly plead for a kiss and I'm only too happy to oblige.

As our tongues dance around each other, my hands keep going on. I pull up her shirt to reveal her lovely mounds, giving them a good squeeze. They're the perfect mixture of softness and firmness. I use two fingers to rub her slit and Luna's hand closes around my wrist. But she's not trying to stop the movement. On the contrary, she's trying to make me go faster while moaning into my mouth.

“Marcus, I want to feel you inside of me,” she says while rubbing her plot against the bulge in my pants.

You know, I've never thought that a simple sentence like that could make such a wealth of emotions well up within me. Carefully I take the edges of her t-shirt and pull it over her head completely. Then I do the same with her pants as she lifts her legs one after the other to help me. I look at them for a moment. There's a large wet spot on them.

“Maarcuus,” Luna moans while lifting her tail seductively while on all fours. “Hurrry. I can't wait anymore.”

“Your wish is my command, your highness,” I chuckle and get undressed myself. As she sits there before me, I'm once again reminded how lucky I am to be hers. I line the tip up with her entrance and put my hands over her cutie marks, taking a moment to admire the feeling of her soft coat between my fingers.

Then I push forward, groaning as my member is enveloped in the hot, pink flesh. Luna's tail swishes across my chest. It's an incredible feeling. You just don't get this from a human girl.

Giving her flanks a good, hard squeeze, I begin to move in and out of her with long strokes. It's incredible how tight she is, clinging to me every time I move.

“Yes, … hahn … fuck me with that beautiful, human cock.” You wouldn't necessarily think so from the way she's sometimes puzzled by modern speech patterns, but when it comes to sex, Luna is quite the dirty talker.

“Is it really that much better than a stallion's?” I ask, genuinely curious. I know that I'm not her first, just her first human. But I'm okay with that. I trust her and although all those suitors still make me a little jealous, I know what we've got is a hundred times stronger than some empty marriage for political gain.

“Yes, a human cock is so much more defined,” she explains between moans. “It rubs against my insides in all the right places.” Looking over her shoulder at me with those sexy eyes, she adds: “But more importantly it's yours. So I want you to ravage me with it.”

Damn, that's hot! It makes me involuntarily speed up my movement. “So you want it rough, do you?” On impulse I grab her mane and pull, surging my hips forward at the same time to bury myself balls-deep in her divine pussy.

She screams with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Hopefully I didn't take it too far, but her next words set my mind at ease. “Oh yeah … fuck me hard … make me your mare.”

This is Luna's wild side that only I get to see and I think it's starting to rub off on me. Hooking two fingers in her mouth, I slam into her even harder. “I will. I'll fuck you silly every day from now on until I turn eighteen and after that I'll fuck you twice as much. You'll be too busy screaming my name to see any more suitors.”

“Hmm … Hnph … Mhm.” She's sucking on my fingers.

With an evil grin, I lean down and grab her breast again, pulling hard on one nipple. At the same time I bring my mouth close to her ear and whisper: “I'm starting to think you misunderstood me on purpose earlier. I bet you want me to show up at court, tear off your dress and bend you over the throne. When I take you hard in front of the assembled nobility, maybe they'll finally get the message.”

Instead of answering me, she sucks even harder on my fingers and I can feel her insides press down around my shaft, making me shudder. “Ngh, you're such a naughty girl.”

Now she stops and gives me a grin. “I was Nightmare Moon. You want a nice, respectable mare, talk to my sister.”

“I'd rather not,” I respond, feeling my climax drawing closer. “You're the only mare for me.”

The room echoes with wet slapping sounds as we enjoy simply being together. Here in her bedchambers, with the night court concluded for the day, it's just us. Nopony can tell us what to do and we can just be honest with our feelings for each other.

“Hah … Marcus … I love you.” Just as she finishes her statement, I can feel her insides contract, squeezing my shaft as if to draw every last drop out of it.

“LUNA!!!” I call out her name as we both climax and I pour my seed into her womb with several sustained spurts. Collapsing on top of her, I catch my breath for a moment, before kissing her ear. “I love you, too.”

After rolling over, I look at her face beside me. She's got the most enchanting smile I've ever seen. “Sorry about mussing up your mane,” I apologize while realizing that it seems to sparkle a lot more in the morning light than earlier.

“I don't mind. As a matter of fact,” Luna says, running her fingers along my naked chest, “the day is still young. Can you stay a little longer?”

“I've only got afternoon classes today,” I tell her with a grin.

“Good.” She leans over me, her lips oh so temptingly close to mine. “Cause I remember a certain human bragging that he's gonna make me scream his name and as it turned out, it was the other way around.”

“Guess I'm gonna have try again,” I say with a grin.

“I guess you do.”

As she closes her eyes to kiss me and I embrace her with not only my body but also my heart, I know one thing for certain. Even though we can't share our happiness with the world right now, when it's just the two of us, this feels right and it's definitely worth all the trouble.

Today it feels like Auntie Celeste has raised the sun just for the two of us. Because what lets us be together and shields us from the prying eyes of others is not the dark of night, it's the light of day.

Thank you, Auntie, for letting me be with the mare I love.

The End.