A dinner of stuffed, roasted eggplant grew cold on its plate; across the table, the belgian-style waffles did the same; the pot of tea gave off a pleasant melody of chamomile and mint as it cooled, and outside, the Sun rested at the horizon.

Celestia waited in her seat, the empty cup of tea hovering halfway to her lips the only flaw in her illusion of calm patience.

Finally, she sighed and set the cup down. It was time, and Luna still had not shown up.

She did not rise as she called the Sun to set. Like a bored painter, she went through only the most necessary of motions, her song dull and uninspired, but enough to get the job done. Briefly, she wondered if anypony would even notice, but quickly cast that thought aside. She knew where that path led.

The following beats of her heart grew progressively more strained as worry constricted her chest. Each second that followed dragged out the painful expectation as her ears flickered and her heart fluttered, until, finally, Luna’s magic flowed out to touch the Moon, and Celestia released her bated breath.

Celestia left the Solarium. She could put it off no longer. It was time to speak with her sister.

Luna’s bedroom door, like so many of her sister’s things, was styled after what she’d had in their old castle. The thick slabs of ebony were bound by black iron and accented with silver constellations, a large moonstone replica of her cutie mark at its center. Though eye level for Celestia, any other pony would have their neck strained by looking at it.

On her worst days before Luna’s return, Celestia had found a great deal of comfort just sitting in the furnished, but unused room. She would remove all the dust sheets that protected the furniture and lounge around, doing… thinking… No, denial had already failed. She would sprawl out on her sister’s bed and imagine that they were together. That Luna was there to comfort her in all the ways ‘her little ponies’ could never willingly bring themselves to any more than she could stomach the idea of forcing them.

Oh there had been takers, but none of the good ones could bring themselves to do it, and none of the ones who could bring themselves to do it were any good.

None of that was any comfort now, though. The time for fantasy was over. Luna was back. Her sister was back. She was no longer the conjured up figment of a lonely mind, and she needed her big sister, whether she realized it or not. No matter her own amorous desires, Celestia could not stomach the thought of losing Luna all over again.

Not that that made knocking any easier. Just the thought of seeing Luna stretched out on her bed, her hindlegs spre—

Celestia bit her tongue, hard. She would have stomped a hoof, but the guards were probably already worried enough with her just standing there staring at the door.

Finally, she knocked. And waited.

Her hoof rose again, poised to knock a second time when she heard Luna’s voice, dampened as it was by the thick wood.

“I am not feeling well, Sister. Please convey my apologies to everypony.”

“Of course,” Celestia called back, only to hesitate.

She could leave now and let it drop. If it was important, Luna would come to her; she’d promised not to let things stew. Pushing would only serve to drive her further away, a sign that she didn’t have Celestia’s complete trust. It would be better if she just—No. She was worried and had every right to be. She could not turn her back on her sister’s suffering… not again.

“Do you mind if I come in?”

“Ye—” There was a pause, one that Celestia recognized from a number of student’s she’d taken on over the years. It was a hesitation that said, ‘I don’t want to do this, but I know that saying so is not going to make anything better.’ When Luna finished, her tone was laden with regret, “No.”

It was Celestia’s turn to reflect, to steel her mind against her own impulses. She briefly considered asking Luna to step out, to go somewhere that didn’t hold any improper memories for herself. But, no. Luna’s room was her haven. There was nowhere else that she would feel more comfortable, and Luna’s comfort was paramount over her own.

With more reluctance than she would care to admit, Celestia pushed through the door.

It was, of course, dark. Not that Celestia was in anyway impaired by it, but she did not gain the same comfort from it that Luna did. Hers had always been under the light of the Sun.

Nothing seemed drastically different from the last time she’d been there a few months prior. None of the furniture had been destroyed or tossed about. Luna’s treasures were all in their places, and the books were on the shelves. The bed appeared mussed and slept in. All of which Celestia counted as good signs that her worries were unfounded.

Luna stood a distance away facing her balcony, back to the door.

Celestia could not stop her eyes from tracing over her sister’s form. Traveling from her unshod hooves, up her neatly trimmed fetlocks, and along the subtle curves of her well-defined hocks until they came to rest on her strong, toned flanks. She forced herself to close her eyes, but the image was already there and she lingered on it, her chest tightening at the thought of touching—

“Luna,” Celestia began, opening her eyes once more but keeping them averted. Instead of her sister’s backside, they landed on the largest divan. The one that they could both stretch out on and… If Luna noticed the lapse, she made no show of it. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything is,” any other pony might have missed her hesitation, but Celestia was not ‘any other pony’, “fine.”

Despite her best efforts, Celestia’s eyes flitted back to her sister. They did not go to the back of her head like she’d intended, but watched the slight flick of her tail instead, hoping that it would move just enough to… and hating herself for it. Five minutes, she couldn’t stay focused for five minutes. “You know you can come to me with anything.”

“Can I?”

The question was sharp and quick. A dagger of ice that nicked Celestia’s heart. Her eyes shot up to Luna, wide with confusion and pain. Had she been any slower, she’d have missed the slight ruffle of Luna’s wings. Those words were not what she’d intended to say.

“You know you can! I would do anything for you, Luna.”

“Anything?” Luna asked, a jagged edge to her voice that sent a chill down Celestia’s spine and cut away the last of her ebbing arousal. “Anything at all?”

She’d been right, of that she was now certain. Something was most definitely wrong. When she spoke next, her voice came out more commanding than she would have wished, “What is going on?”

Luna turned to face her. Celestia had missed the muted glow of her horn, but not the bottle thrown at her face. It was a simple thing to snatch it out of the air, even less so catch a whiff of what it had recently contained. Before Celestia could process what was happening, much less get a word out, Luna was already yelling, tears running down her muzzle.

“Thou wilt do anything?” She shouted, bearing down on a stunned Celestia, each step of her unshod hooves producing a dull thump through the carpet. “Wilt thou crawl to me on thy knees?”

Celestia’s mask shattered alongside the empty bottle of moonshine as it hit the floor. She was not lost amid a torrent of screaming confusion. She was not inundated with a hundred different thoughts at once. There were only two, and both terrified her. The first for what she would have to—couldn’t—do, and the second for just how much she was willing to do.

“Wilt thou kiss my hoof and call me thy queen?” Luna roared with a vitriolic sneer as she closed the last of the distance between them. The heat between Celestia’s legs flared at the vile prospect, at the memories of so many fantasies playing out behind her eyes. “Wilt thou let me violate thou and then beg for more?”

A dark blue hoof rose from the ground and swung. It connected with Celestia’s muzzle.

And stopped.

Celestia’s eyes shifted back into focus, centering on Luna’s surprised, and slightly pained, expression. With her own, she trapped the lingering hoof against her cheek.

“Is that what you want?” she whispered into the oppressive silence that had fallen between them. Her cheeks were warm from shame and excitement both. “Do you want me to grovel at your hooves?” Celestia nuzzled the blue hoof tenderly, ignoring the growing moisture below her tail as best she could and placing a soft kiss just above Luna’s fetlock. “Because if that is what it takes—”

“No!” Luna pulled her hoof way. “No, I do not…” Turning, her frustration took her a few paces away before she spun back. “We are sisters! We cannot… ‘tis not right!”

Her head hanging limp, Celestia couldn’t summon the energy to cover her expression, a mix of relief and disappointment. She breathed deeply through her mouth, hoping that Luna wouldn’t notice the scent of her arousal. “I know.”

“Then why…” The anger or indignation that had been driving her fell into a suddenly pleading voice, “How are you okay with these desires?”

Celestia shrugged, but said nothing, unable to even look at her sister.

A pair of hooves took hold of her chin, forcing her to meet Luna’s gaze. “Please.” Luna leaned forward, pulling Celestia’s forehead to her own, both closing their eyes. “I need to know.”

Celestia shook her head just enough for Luna to feel it. “I am not. I never have been.”

Something halfway between a laugh and a sob shook Luna’s body. “Then what are we to do?”

“I do not know.”

Luna seemed to collapse, slumping forward, her head brushing down Celestia’s neck to bury into her shoulder, her tears wetting Celestia’s pristine fur. Celestia pulled her close, her hoof wrapping around Luna’s withers and sheltering her beneath a blanket of white.

The ‘hows’ and ‘whys’ refused to coalesce in Celestia’s mind. None of that mattered. Her beloved Luna was hurting, and the rest could burn for all she cared. Only… only there was naught that she could do. She had no answers. Eight hundred years had only taught her how to bear her misery in silence, to hide it deep beneath a calm mask and loving smile.

Celestia almost didn’t notice the first kiss, the stiff pressure of Luna’s lips on her shoulder practically indistinguishable from her nuzzle. It was only as she pulled back and moved closer to Celestia’s neck that she realized what Luna had done. The second was lighter, more natural, yet somehow more insistent. Half touching her golden peytral and half the base of her neck, and it forced a low hum from Celestia’s throat. The third made her wings flutter. By the fourth, Luna had moved up her jaw line.

“Luna?” Celestia asked though it sound more akin to a harsh wheeze than a name.

Her response might have begun as words, but by the time they reached Luna’s lips they were little more than a breathless pant into the small hairs of Celestia’s chin.

A drop of moisture soaked into her thigh, and Celestia swallowed. It was all she could do. Her neck would not move, the chosen battlefield for the war between her stubborn, stupid, infuriating mores and every other aspect of her being that ached just to look down. She was right there, calling to her with every warm breath brushing through her coat. Eight hundred years of dreams and fantasies, and she could not do it.

Luna’s forehooves slid up Celestia’s neck and along her jaw before coming to rest on either cheek. With forceless urging, she turned the tide, tilting Celestia’s head until their noses were naught but a hair’s breadth apart.

For centuries, those haunting, beautiful teal eyes had permeated her dreams. Now they were real, inches away, and staring right back into hers. A tear fell, only to be wiped away by a gentle blue hoof.

“I love you, Tia.”

“I love you, Lulu.”

She didn’t want to move. The world could end, the Sun could collapse in on itself, all the stars could blink out, never to shine again, and Celestia would not care. This moment, this precious moment, holding, and being held by, her sister, was perfect, and nothing could take that away from her.

Magic played along Celestia’s mane and neck, a gentle pressure that sent tingles down her spine, urging her to cross that immeasurable distance that still separated them.

Hesitantly, almost reluctantly, she relented.

Their lips met with all the force of a butterfly’s wings. Soft, warm, tender, none of these could begin to describe the sensation that first kiss carried with it. It was everything she had wanted. The beginning of every lust filled dream, and the end of every lonely fantasy. Her heart sang, and her mind drown in pure ecstasy.

The delicacy could only last so long before a desperate yearning took over. Their lips began to move, massaging together, a light pull of suction sealing them as they began twist and turn in search of a better vantage.

The sharp sting of lingering moonshine burnt the tip of Celestia’s tongue as she drew it across Luna’s closed lips, pleading to be allowed inside. She was not denied for long, Luna’s own tongue darting out taste of Celestia’s lips. When Celestia returned again, she slipped past the half-parted lips only to mewl as she ran against the smooth wall of teeth. Patience served her well, neither retreating in defeat or pressing forward, she awaited the inevitable, occupying herself on the slick pearls, dancing her tongue along the firm but frictionless ridges until they finally parted.

A soft moan, almost a purr, poured from Celestia as she slipped easily and fully into her sister’s mouth. Luna’s echo was far more desperate, a sharp keen of thirst. Like a wild beast released from its cage, Luna surged forward, drawing herself up against Celestia. Her tongue shot out, leaving a tingling trail over Celestia’s as they crossed and hooked along the backside of her teeth.

Between the shift in weight and only having three legs to work with, Celestia her lost balance. Old, nearly forgotten, instincts took hold. Celestia’s wings and eyes flared open, the former catching the air to slow their fall, while the latter spotted the shards of broken glass below. A single pulse of magic cleared the floor as she gently set Luna down on her back and recovered her fourth leg. Despite the wordless protests flowing between their still locked lips, Celestia broke their kiss and rose to her full height.

Looming over her prone and exposed sister, her eyes lingered on Luna’s, drinking in her sister’s unabashed craving before feasting of the bounty laid out beneath her. She traced over every line, every curve, and every last not-quite-perfect hair that gave Luna her unique coloring. She inhaled deeply through her nose, savoring the scent of Luna’s arousal mixing with her own, tasting it on the back of her tongue. Every last minute detail was etched perfectly into her memory, because, if she lived another ten thousand years, she never wanted to forget this moment.

Magic encased Luna’s horn, a light flick of kinesis casting the tiara off Celestia’s head even as more tangled around her neck and collar, lifting the golden peytral from her chest and throwing it aside like so much worthless trash. Celestia barely noticed the loss, too captivated by her sister’s tail undulating between her legs, blocking her view of what lay beneath.

“You are so beautiful,” Celestia whispered, drawing her eyes back to Luna’s in time to see the deep violet bloom spread across her cheeks.

Luna stretched her hooves up, running them through the matted hairs of Celestia’s chest. They traveled further, grasping for leverage around her shoulders and neck, not quite able to reach. Celestia almost, almost didn’t acquiesce. The thought of making her sister beg, just a little bit, sent a pulse of heat between her legs, her tail flicking erratically. She lowered herself enough for Luna to take hold, the younger mare pulling her down into a brief kiss and nuzzle before she whispered into Celestia’s ear.

“Age before beauty.”

Celestia gaped, and in so doing, left herself wide open. With a single heave, Luna toppled her elder sister, rolling them to the side until she was on top.

“Why you little—” was as far as Celestia got before Luna’s teeth found the tip of her ear, the rest lost to a sharp gasp. Each grinding nip sent a shock through her body, her hindleg kicking at the open air as Luna worked her way around the edge. Groaning, she pawed at Luna’s chest and shoulders; grasping for something to hold on to while her wings twitched uselessly against the floor.

Luna moved, trailing nips and kisses down her sister’s long, elegant neck, on her long journey to map every inch of Celestia’s white coat with her teeth and tongue.

Celestia relaxed under Luna’s ministrations, reveling in a dream come to life even as it surpassed her every fantasy. In all her lurid imaginings, she’d never come close to capturing this yearning… this heart-aching need that filled her even as it poured out of her sister’s every act. She tried to speak, to offer guidance and encouragement, but so feared to break the spell that all she could manage were airy sighs.

Never before had she been able to convince herself that this was what she truly wanted. It had always been a black, putrid stain on her heart. Festering for centuries, it had been little more than a drug, an addiction of which she could never be rid.

Luna found her teat, pinching it gently between her teeth, twisting it just so with a roll of her jaw. Celestia let out a sharp cry and arched her back at the small pain, her splayed out wings pushing her off the floor. Luna held her there, squirming, until, pleading, almost whimpering, Celestia called out her name. She let go, suckling and massaging the hard nub with her lips and tongue as Celestia sank back down and regained her breath.

Just as she relaxed and took a single unharried breath, Luna moved to the next nipple to start over again.

Celestia writhed beneath her sister’s torments, panting faster with each new stimulation. Her wings, already spread wide across the carpets, tensed and fluttered. The intense pressure between her legs grew with each touch, urged onward as much by her own anticipation as by her sister’s ministrations.

Then Luna paused. She’d reached her prize. Hovering there, Luna placed a soft, lingering kiss just above Celestia’s clit.

Craning her neck, she looked down the length of her body to see Luna waiting, staring back. Heart hammering, wings fluttering, chest so tight she could barely breath, all she could do was stare down with impatience for Luna to move down, to at long last feel her sister’s tongue across her dripping sex and all that would surely follow.

With a heartbreaking, leisurely pace, never letting their eyes so much as glance away, Luna moved to the left, circling around Celestia’s swollen lips, kissing and licking, tasting her in every way that she could without giving her want she wanted, needed most.

“Please,” Celestia whined between breathless pants. “I can’t…”

Luna’s lips hovered above Celestia’s cunt, cooling the radiant pink flesh with her every breath. “Please... what?”

“Please!” Celestia twitched, mewling as Luna ran a feather down her inner thigh. “Don—don’t stop!”

Before she’d even finished, Luna’s tongue slipped along her swollen petals. Celestia bit her lip, her already tensed muscles edging to the point of pain. Again, Luna lapped at her sister’s lower lips, parting them just far enough to take a full measure of her flavor. Her forelegs slid under her, propping Celestia’s hips off the floor. Luna’s tongue returned for a third pass. Her nose brushed across Celestia’s sensitive flesh as her borrowed between the folds.

Then, with her tongue out as far as it could go, Luna began to push. The tip of her nose edged in first, nudging the opening a little wider. Biting her lip again, Celestia squeezed her eyes shut, holding back the slight gasp of pain. Luna pulled back, only to dive in again, her muzzle penetrating just a little deeper between Celestia’s legs. Each thrust stretched her opening a little more, letting Luna’s lashing tongue delve further, filling her, only to draw back and leave her empty once again. Luna’s tongue slid along Celestia’s moist inner walls, lapping at her juices and drinking in her sex.

Celestia writhed and squirmed, trying desperately to buck in rhythm with Luna’s thrusts, to bring herself that much closer to the edge. Her feathers curled, almost clawing at the air for something to hold on to. Celestia panted out her sister’s name, pleading with her, praising and cursing her for the euphoric agony in which she was suspended.

A spike of dismay stabbed through Celestia when the glorious pressure of her sister’s muzzle pulled out and did not immediately return, leaving the hollow ache to languish unattended. The postponement lasted only long enough for Luna to fill her lungs with a breath of fresh air before she dove back down, digging far deeper than before, even as her wing entered play.

With her longest pinion, Luna brushed the top of Celestia’s engorged clit, and it proved too much. The spring broke. Celestia screamed her sister’s name as her wings struck the floor, cracking the millennia-old marble in a thunderous explosion that surely echoed through the castle. Golden magic sparked from her horn, wrapping around the back of Luna’s head and neck, holding her in place as Celestia’s hindlegs kicked at the open air, trying to driver her deeper onto the shaft that wasn’t there.

Luna’s name echoed throughout the room, renewed with every gasping breath as spasm after spasm wracked Celestia’s body. Spurts of sticky, sweet fluid poured into and around Luna’s muzzle, forcing her to swallow it or drown in her sister’s sex.

Finally, after what seemed to her like an age, Celestia’s body relaxed, the magic locking them together dropping away.

Luna whipped her head back with a gasp, flinging droplets of cum from her soaking muzzle.

“Luna! Oh, Luna, I’m sorry! I—”

Luna held up a hoof, forestalling Celestia’s panicked apology while she caught her breath. A dollop of Celestia’s cum dripped from Luna’s chin to join the puddle soaking into the carpet between her legs.

Recovering enough to speak, Luna moved to stand over Celestia as she had mere minutes earlier, dripping a line of the pungent fluid up Celestia’s chest as she went. Leaning down, Luna kissed her lips. Celestia didn’t hesitate to lick her lips clean, tasting herself for the first time.

“You owe me.”

Celestia nodded at the simple statement. She did. She really did.

Leaning up, Celestia licked the underside of Luna’s chin, lapping a long channel of her own fluids off her sister’s muzzle. Luna’s eyes closed, humming. Celestia smiled warmly and went back for more. With each lick, Luna turned her head, presenting a new angle to ease the grooming.

Celestia couldn’t help but smile wider at each of her lover’s contented sighs. It had been ages since either of them had been groomed in the old way. Modern ponies, with their soaps and shampoos, had left the practice behind generations ago. Even before that, though, it was deemed improper for a ‘princess’ to be subjected to such ‘barbaric practices’.

“Oh, Tia… I have missed this.”

Celestia only hummed some more, continuing her work as Luna gradually settled onto her chest. It made things a little awkward for her, but that was alright. A little break would do them both good, and it gave Celestia time to plan out how she’d return the favor.

She stopped, tongue sticking out halfway to the bridge of Luna’s nose.

Luna gave a disgruntled snort. “Why did you stop?”

Celestia ran a hoof through her sister’s mane. Her smile was not one of abundant joy or predatory lust, but of simple, happy contentment. “Goodmorning, Lover.”

Luna’s head rotated to the left, a look of bemusement on her face. “‘Tisn’t morning, Sister.”

“I know,” Celestia said as she started laughing, only to pull Luna into a short, but passionate, kiss. Dropping her head back to the floor, her quaking finally subsided into another sigh. “And isn’t that wonderful?”

“I believe I have missed something.” Celestia only hummed in response. “And you'll not tell me what, will you?”

“I shall do one better.” Celestia’s lips curled into a predatory grin. “I shall show you.”

Luna started to respond, but Celestia’s magic beat her to the quick. Dual flashes and pops saw both alicorns disappear from the floor, only to reappear with their positions reversed on Luna’s bed.

Standing above her sister once again, Celestia dropped down beside her. Whispered instructions saw the two embraced with the younger’s back firmly against the elder’s barrel. White and blue forelegs entwined, holding the pair together as Celestia rested her nose just behind her sister’s ear.

Celestia’s great wings curved around her sister, her long pinions touching Luna' chest, making slow, tentative circles through her silky fur. With the same slow patience for which she was renown, Celestia's wing tips began their languid odyssey toward Luna's already budding flower.

“Luna…” Celestia whispered, “I have been dreaming about this night for lifetimes.”

The light touch of her wings traced across Luna’s ribs, pressing down just enough to disturb the hairs and leave her shivering. Reaching Luna’s belly, they explored the delicate hairs and tight the muscles they hid.

“Every time was different.”

They found her teats and lingered, circling them with their tender, ephemeral touches, hardening the already stiff nubs and drawing soft sighs from Luna’s lips.

“Sometimes, you came to me, begging for my touch.”

The feathers moved on, brushing just above Luna’s clitoris, idling there with the same careful circles as her breaths grew shorter and heartbeats faster.

“Sometimes, I came to you for the same.”

Celestia ran her tongue along the rim of Luna’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Others, you tied me down, forcing yourself upon me, making me little more than your toy to use and abuse. And I loved you for it.”

The expedition continued, skirting the oasis, coming to Luna’s hindlegs and sliding up to her knees. With barely a touch, they were parted, exposing the blush pink lips in a nest of plush blue fur. Again, Celestia paused, craning her neck to finally gaze upon her sister’s sex for the first time.

“You are gorgeous,” she whispered. Her wings began to move again and she continued, “A few began with a spell or potion gone wrong… or right.”

Gracing Luna’s inner thighs, Celestia’s pinions grew heavy, almost sopping from the wetness seeping out of her marehood. Pulling a wing away, she took the length between her lips, savoring her sister’s flavor like a fine wine.

“Still more had their start in a happy accident. One of us walking in on the other in a… compromising situation.”

When the fibrous feathers finally brushed over Luna’s slit, she moaned, biting her lip and pulling Celestia’s forelegs tighter around her chest, shaking in anticipation.

“In all those years, all those dreams, the end would come…” —Spreading Luna’s marehood like a blooming flower, one wing tip slipped inside. Celestia listened to Luna’s racing pulse, her short panting breaths— “and I would lay there in the afterglow of my orgasm,” —Her second pinion followed the first, wiggling inside Luna, tickling at her inner walls as her vagina thrummed in time with her pulse— “and I would roll over, expecting to find you there beside me…”

Luna writhed in Celestia’s grasp, twisting until they were looking into each other’s eyes. The wings paused. “I will always be here,” Luna whispered. “Always.”

Tears pooled in Celestia’s eyes as they kissed. They loitered there, motionless save the passionate movements of their lips.

Then Celestia pushed, spearing her sister on her lithe pinions, sliding deeper and deeper until they brushed her cervix. The shock drove the air from Luna’s lungs and into Celestia's.

Back and forth, Celestia's wings worked against each other to massage the inner walls of Luna’s marehood. Their pace quickened as more and more of her juices coated them. When it finally became too much, Luna broke the kiss, begging her to not stop, to never stop. Celestia obliged, angling a wing to rub against her lover’s sensitive clit and nipping at her neck and ear.

The first orgasm washed over Luna, a cry of euphoria filling the air as a deluge of cum spilled onto the bed and her hindlegs bucked, striking the footboard and breaking off the rounded top. This only spurred Celestia onward, driving Luna to her second and third orgasms that were, if a little less wet, no less loud and only ending when she managed to plead that she could take no more.

Luna’s screams were quick to fade. Her spasms were not, the slightest gust of air against her sex enough to make her twitch and writhe. Despite her sincere desire to do so, Celestia did not take advantage of her lover's vulnerability. Instead, she simply wrapped her sister up once again, the two of them basking in the simple pleasure of holding and being held.

Celestia tried to ignore it, that creeping sense of doubt that followed. She buried her nose in Luna's mane, letting the scent of lavender and thyme that filled the starry tresses wash over her. It worked for a time, until a yawn, brought about by the length of her day and the effects of their recent activities, forced it's way out. Sleep beckoned to her, but she refused it. If she remained conscious and kept her eyes open, then she would never have to find out...

"Tia?" Luna's voice called to her, heavy with concern.

“Did you mean it?”

Luna turned her head to be able to see her, rubbing a hoof along the leg still wrapped about her chest. "Mean what, Si—” Luna caught herself, tasting her next words for the first time, “My Love?"

“That you'll…” Celestia’s voice hitched, “that this isn't just another dream. That when I wake up you'll—”

Luna turned fully, facing her sister and cutting her off with a kiss. “No, my beloved sister. This is no dream.” Luna wiped the tears from Celestia’s eyes. “This I swear to you. As long as the Sun burns in the sky and the Moon shines at night, I will always be here, by your side until my dying breath.”

Like the Sun itself had been lifted from her withers, a great wave of relief washed through Celestia, exploding from her chest in a single, hearty laugh. She nodded, smiling as her sister wiped away the last of her tears.

“I love you, Lulu.”

“I love you , Tia.”

Author's Note

This is what happens when I mix extra stressful air travel with four days of concentrated familial contact... Which probably says something very disturbing about myself that I really don't want to contemplate.

This was far more fun to write than I thought it would be. Not in the salacious sense, though it was that too, but more in the pure joy of writing. This story was, simultaneously, the easiest and most difficult I have ever written. Right from the beginning I knew what I wanted and how to get there, in a plot sense. I knew what Luna and Celestia were going to go through and how they would do it. What I didn't know were the technical details, like I had a road-map, but no idea how to drive a stick-shift.

Enough of my ramblings.

As this was my first foray into clop and, dare I say, 'romance', I'm curious to hear from you how I did. Was it believable? Was it actually romantic? Did you get off? (No, seriously, I would not mind knowing... that was kinda the point.) Let me know what you think.

Either way, thank you for reading,
--TheLandgrave