Cuori Intrecciati

It was a simple thing for anypony to keep an eye on Luna, being half a head taller than any stallion. Which made it possible for Twilight to do the same as she maintained a steady orbit around her—and most of the party for that matter. That wasn't to say she didn't participate in the festivities, but the times she did try to join always culminated with a stuttering attempt to approach Luna, followed by a hasty retreat back to the fringes.

"You are vastly overthinking this, darling," Rarity said, frowning at her side. "All you need to do is speak to her. A task I know you are perfectly capable of, and at great length."

"But that's…” Twilight flailed a hoof, hoping it would carry the meaning that she couldn't find the words to articulate, "... different!"

After her first failed approach, Rarity had come to Twilight's aid… or tried to, at least. Pep talks and guidance were all well and good, but every time she tried to put them to use, she could only get so close before hitting the same wall. Rarity’s later attempts turned sneaky, leading a distracted Twilight closer until they stood right beside Luna. It had no better results.

Oh, they managed to have nice, short conversations between dances, but the moment Twilight tried to ask for anything more, she floundered and fled before she could make a foal of herself.

Twilight wasn't alone in her hovering. Even Princess Celestia seemed to have run up against an insurmountable obstacle of her own. Not a moment passed where she was not surrounded by a group of nobles, all but forcing her to remain at the peripheries. Maybe it was just how long she'd studied under her, but Twilight easily noticed the Princess’ growing agitation and constant glances toward the dance floor.

Sighing, Twilight took a sip from the second glass of sweet wine she'd poured for herself, if only for something to do.

Luna was out on the dance floor once more, prancing to a traditional waltz with a new partner whom Twilight could just barely see but not identify. Maybe it was the way the light made her dress appear as mercury flowing off her, or the way she moved, or how her mane was pinned up, leaving her neck and shoulders all but bare, but Twilight couldn’t help lamenting that Luna was completely out of any pony’s league, much less her own.

She was acting so different than she had at the Astronomy Convention. There, Luna had been reticent to participate in the goings on; here, she smiled and danced at the center of it all. There, she’d stuck to Twilight’s side for the whole event; here, they’d hardly spent any time together.

Not that that was anypony's fault but her own.

“That is quite enough of that,” Rarity said as her aura overwhelmed Twilight's, taking away the half-full glass. "And you have had more than enough to drink as well. While I am not unsympathetic to your plight, I can not simply stand by and watch you pout the night away."

"I wasn't pouting," Twilight said, checking her expression. "I was… contemplating."

"You were pouting like Sweetie Belle after being sent to bed without dessert. Yes, just like that."

Twilight shook her head, snorting at her face's betrayal. "Shouldn't you be out rubbing shoulders with all your potential clients and connections?"

“My business will not suffer unduly by me not dedicating every second of this party to its future. Your budding romance with Princess Luna, on the other hoof, is at a precipice. This could be the moment it all changes, Twilight! The moment when your dreams come true, like in…" Rarity trailed off before coughing into her hoof and continuing, "Celestia knows when another opportunity like this will present itself.”

Twilight snorted again, but Rarity continued unabated.

“You've grown comfortable having a crush on her, and the idea of shaking things up terrifies you. So, instead of going out there to get what you want, you are staying back here, allowing it all to slip through your hooves until it's too late and the choice has been taken from you.

“It’s all perfectly normal, darling. Why, I remember my first crush and trying to speak with him. Oh, I was dreadfully awkward. It took me all night just to say hello.” Rarity sighed, her eyes unfocused as she stared up and away, seemingly lost in a treasured memory. She snapped back to reality quickly, catching Twilight as she tried to edge away. “Now, as your very best friend, I am giving you one of two choices. Either you get up and ask Princess Luna for a dance, or I will go tell her to drag you out to the dance floor herself. You have three seconds to decide.”

“WHAT?”

“One.”

“What? No, Rarity. I—”

“Two.”

“I don’t—Rariteeee,” Twilight whined.

“Three.”

Rarity started off without another word. Her movements were precise and measured, making no show of being hurried or taking her time. More protests tried to form on Twilight’s tongue, but all failed to produce even a single complete or coherent sentence. Not that any of them would have had a chance to stop Rarity.

“Fine!” Twilight nearly shouted, causing Rarity to pause and glance over her shoulder. “Fine,” she said again in a far more sedate tone. “I’ll… I’ll do it.”

Not convinced, Rarity tapped a hoof, waiting with a raised eyebrow until Twilight finally started moving. Walking like she was on her way to the gallows, ears and head drooping, Twilight began to make her way toward the dance floor and the object of her affections. As she passed by, Rarity gave her an encouraging smile and pat on the withers. It would have been more appreciated had she not been the one to cause all of this in the first place.

Moving through the crowd of masked nobles, Twilight’s gaze started at eye level, but, with every step, it dropped lower, always staying just high enough to locate Luna. She constantly considered turning tail and fleeing. Unfortunately, Rarity followed her. Every time Twilight turned her head, there she was, nodding her forward with an encouraging smile, reminding her that fleeing would not save her at all.

Twilight reached the dance floor just as the previous song came to an end. A round of applause followed as the ponies who had been dancing bowed toward their audience. There, she froze, right at the edge of the polished wooden floor. She could not make herself move another step.

It was so simple and stupid, yet she couldn’t think of a single thing to say. The idea of just asking Luna to dance seemed destined to fail. What was she to say? ‘May I have this dance?’ Something so cliched and unoriginal would never work.

“Twilight Sparkle! Come dance with me!”

Twilight blinked and found herself looking up into Luna’s beautiful, teal eyes and expectant smile. Her mane, pinned up with curled locks along her jaw, shimmered even more than normal, like a sparkling halo of stars. Twilight tried to respond, but nothing came out.

Luna didn’t bother to wait, scooping up Twilight’s hoof with her own and all but dragging her onto the dance floor. All Twilight could do was squeak as she stumbled after her, only managing to stay upright with frantic flaps of her wings.

Reaching the center of the dance floor, Luna spun Twilight around until they were facing each other, letting go of her hoof and waiting for the music to start once more.

The disappointment at the loss of contact flared and died within a single beat of Twilight’s heart, holding no sway compared to the sight of Luna smiling down at her. If she’d been able to think, Twilight would have been panicking over what the next song would be. Instead, she was too busy trying not to stare at the silver domino mask framing Luna’s eyes.

A long, mournful note filled the air, and Twilight would have had no idea what to do if not for Luna stepping forward and crossing their necks. She heard Luna whisper something, but the words never quite registered, clouded out as much by the idea of Luna’s close embrace as the real physical contact. Her eyes closed, and she fell into her dream brought to life.

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The voices surrounding Celestia garnered only a small fraction of her attention. She heard them, processed the words, and followed the conversation well enough, but she had eyes and thoughts only for her sister.

All night, it had been nearly identical scenes repeated one after the other. The ponies interested in enjoying the party as a celebration orbited Luna, locked in light conversations, dancing, and other festivities. Meanwhile, Celestia could not escape those who viewed parties as nothing more than a chance to talk politics and business in a less formal setting.

She didn't mind as such; it was something of a speciality of hers, and certain conversations were better to have outside the confines of court. During any other event, Celestia would have been perfectly content. But any other event wasn't her little sister's birthday party, nor did it feature said little sister wearing a dress that burned in her vision even when she looked away.

Celestia’s only recourse was to watch her from a distance, delighting in the sight even as it became more and more unbearable by the second. She tried to delve into the discussions around her, using them as a buffer for her less than appropriate thoughts.

It didn't work.

Every sway and spin, every sashay and four-step was its own torture, if only because she wasn’t there to share it. Luna was so close, only just out of reach, taunting her with elegant, powerful legs, sparkling smiles, and a lashing tail that was always verging on revealing the flower hidden beneath. It was all Celestia could do to keep from stealing her away to their rooms.

And Luna knew it! Every time their eyes met, Luna’s sparkled with a mischievous light, followed by a twist or turn that displayed her assets even more and made the warmth in Celestia’s nethers flare anew.

Still, she’d been able to control herself, even managing to disguise her attempts to glance up Luna’s skirt as leaning down to hear the ponies around her better. She might have been able to keep it up all night if it hadn’t been for Twilight.

Seeing Twilight dragged onto the dance floor had been entertaining. It might have been a little mean, but Celestia had witnessed Twilight’s ‘dancing’ on more than one occasion. At best, she'd expected it to turn into an impromptu, and ill-advised, lesson.

Then the music started.

It was one thing to watch Luna strutting with partners for waltzes and fauxtrots, even more so with the newer style of dancing that required no partner at all. Whenever a slow dance had started to play, however, Luna had stepped aside, taking a break and holding conversations of her own. For a time, she even thought Luna was saving herself, waiting for Celestia to finally join in.

It should have been adorable, watching Luna lead Twilight’s stiff movements through the simple dance. All she could see, however, was somepony else crossing necks with her sister. The desire to push everypony away from Luna had haunted her all night, but now it was far more than an annoying itch. Luna was her sister, her love, her… she was hers and nopony else’s. It was stupid and foalish and more than a little draconian, but she didn’t care.

It was the sight of Twilight hooking her chin behind Luna’s neck, and Luna reciprocating, that finally broke her resolve.

Excusing herself from the conversation around her, Celestia trotted straight for the pair, eyes locked on her sister and former student. She didn’t have to push through the crowds. Her little ponies parted before her without hesitation, clearing the way to the dance floor.

As Celestia neared, Luna glanced up, and their eyes met. That single look told her everything she needed to know. She’d lost a game she hadn’t realized they were playing. Later, she might be able to care. Right then and there, however, her mind was far too pre-occupied with other thoughts and desires.

While Twilight was facing away and had an excuse for not reacting to Celestia’s arrival, Luna did not. She chose to remain as she was, continuing to sway with the music as though Celestia was not looming over them. Despite having already won, Luna wanted to drag out her torture as long as possible.

Celestia covered her lips with a fetlock and cleared her throat. The sound was small compared to all the noise surrounding them, but that meant nothing to Twilight. Years under Celestia's tutelage had taught her to listen for that soft sound, and she reacted accordingly.

She squeaked, snatching herself away from Luna as though she’d caught fire and spun to face Celestia, “P—Princess!”

“Twilight Sparkle,” Celestia said, forcing her voice to remain as neutral as possible for fear of what might sneak out otherwise. Twilight must have picked up on the unusual lack of warmth in her tone, for she cringed, taking a full step back.

Before Celestia could do anything to assuage her fears, Luna spoke up, “Tia.”

Celestia tried not to smile down at her sister. She really didn’t want to, not with the smirk playing across Luna’s own lips. There was little she could do to stop it, though. Those bright, silver framed teal eyes were too enticing, carrying the promise of fulfilling what her actions for the past two hours had relentlessly alluded to.

It was a miracle that Celestia managed to speak at all. “I hate to cut in,” she said to Twilight without moving her gaze, “but I need to speak with my sister.”

“Oh! Okay. Of course.”

“Luna, will you walk with me?”

Luna nodded, her smirk lasting until she turned to Twilight. “I apologize, but I believe this to be important.”

“Oh… Yes. I understand,” Twilight said, sounding more than a little disappointed, only to regain some vigor when she asked, “Is it something I can help with?”

“Neigh, Twilight Sparkle,” Luna was saying as Celestia finally forced herself to look away and start toward the maze entrance, “‘tis nothing you need concern yourself with. We shall return in due time.”

“I… I’ll just wait here then.”

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Celestia and Luna were not alone on the path toward the hedge maze. A number of their guests had been availing themselves of the attraction since dinner ended, coming and going as they pleased. Set away from the festivities, it was an attractive place to acquire a degree of privacy and escape the constant barrage of noise in the courtyard.

That did not answer the question of why Celestia was leading her there. If, as Luna was certain was the case, it was privacy she was after, then their rooms were only a simple teleport away. With so many ponies wandering its windy halls, the maze was assuredly not the safest place for them to spend any quality time. Unless Celestia intended to lead her all the way to the center, the chance of somepony happening upon them was high enough to…

A sly smile curled Luna’s lip. Stretching her neck to Celestia ear, she whispered, “You should have informed me that you desired spectators, I am certain Twilight Sparkle would have happily obliged.”

To her small annoyance and admiration, Celestia didn’t react in the slightest.

“No, you are correct, that would have been unwise. She is far too young and adorable. No doubt she would have proved too tempting a distraction.” Celestia’s ear twitched; the first crack in her facade. “I am uncertain I would have been able to let her simply watch. Which of us do you think she would prefer?”

That did it. With a barely perceptible snort, Celestia's jaw tightened. Her pace picked up, almost trotting as she continued to lead them into the maze. Smiling all the more, Luna let her sister maintain her lead, trotting to keep up as they finally stepped into the maze.

Only once before had she entered the tall, winding corridors of bush and shrub. It had been a few weeks after arriving in Canterlot for the first time. Still adjusting to her new home and slowly regaining her power, she’d been bored and wandering the grounds when she found it and decided to give it a try. After an hour of getting lost, she took flight, got her bearings, and proceeded to keep getting lost.

The enchantment was so subtle that she hadn’t noticed it until she looked. A slight distortion to prevent pegasi from cheating, it didn’t so much hide anything as it altered perceptions. While having no effect on flying over or out of the maze, attempting to see the maze's layout was impossible.

Since then, she hadn’t bothered with it. Knowing Celestia, there was some convoluted pattern or clue, something that would be painfully obvious only after it was explained, and she hated asking. Celestia always sounded so condescending when she explained her little tricks and riddles. Luna told herself that she couldn’t help it, but that didn’t make putting up with it any easier.

Benches lined the leafy walls, vines and branches attempting to engulf them and only kept at bay by a gardener’s shears. Beside each was a crystal lamp—not unlike those from the archive—glowing to life as they approached, only to fade away as they moved on. The extra light was not necessary for either of them, indeed, it was unneeded for anypony with her Moon and stars shining so bright in the sky.

With Celestia leading the way, it was not long before they were all but alone, the last of their guests left cuddled together on one of the benches. What voices still carried through the hedgewall were eroded down to nothing so much as the murmuring of ghosts. The sounds of the party waxed and waned as they weaved this way and that, seeming to fade away altogether, only to bloom once more when they made the next turn.

It was during one of the ebbings, when voices danced at the edge of hearing and only the deepest sounds of the orchestra could be heard, that Celestia’s self-control finally cracked. With no warning at all, she rounded on Luna, pulling her into voracious kiss.

Luna barely had a chance to savor the lingering bite of wine on her sister’s white, velvet lips before she was being pushed back. Celestia drove forward, forcing Luna’s rump into the hedgerow, then even further until she had no choice but to rear up and brace her forelegs on Celestia’s shoulders.

She hummed in delight at her sister’s aggression, rejoicing as much in Celestia’s hunger as her near perfect execution of her little plan.

Her dress was where it had all started. She’d spent hours with a tailor working over the design to make it just right, to make sure Tia’s appetite was wetted from the first moment. It had to be suggestive without becoming risqué. Something she could flaunt in front of her older sister just to see that hungry look in her eyes. Denying her even a glimpse of it before hoof had been a stroke of genius.

That had been the extent of her intentions, at first. Then Celestia had tried digging at her, and Baron Much Hausen provided the perfect inspiration.

It had taken something of a concerted effort to ensure that her sister was both watching and in a position to see what Luna wished her to. Not that Celestia had been anything but accommodating on that regard. Once she had her attention, it was simple keep it. Soon enough, Luna had begun to wonder just how much it would take to break Celestia's resistance.

Of course it was Twilight Sparkle who finally brought it all to a head.

Celestia finally broke the kiss, leaving them both panting, foreheads and noses pressed together. She only took a moment to catch her breath before nuzzling into Luna’s cheek and neck, nipping and kissing everywhere.

Truthfully, she had expected Celestia to last a bit longer, and, as much as she enjoyed the attention, Luna wasn’t quite ready to let her sister have her way.

“Tia,” she repeatedly whispered, drawing her sister’s head away from the hollow of her neck to look her in the eye. Quick as a viper, her tongue lashed out and licked Celestia’s nose. “Tag.”

Luna winked and her whole body dissolved into star stuff, spiriting her out of her sister’s grasp before reforming once more, her hooves beating at a full gallop.

“Luuunnnna!” Celestia cried out like a petulant foal before giving chase, the heavy pounding of her hooves spurring Luna onward.

She paid little mind to the turns she took, though she tried to steer away from any voices. It was something of a miracle that she didn't stumble upon any other ponies. That, or she was so far lost that they'd never find her anyway. Not that she cared. As long as Celestia was hot on her heels, nothing else mattered.

The sound of Celestia’s hooves hounded her at every turn, never more than seconds behind. Between those ridiculously long legs and Luna’s own dress hampering her stride, it was only a matter of time before she was caught. It had been a scene that played out time and again in their youth. Though for once, Luna yearned for its conclusion: her sister’s touch, the scent of her mane and taste of her lips, to bask in the warmth beneath her wings and feeling the beat of her heart.

One last turn brought Luna to a stumbling halt. She'd reached a dead end.

The hedgerow before her opened up into a tiny garden of sorts. Flower beds lined the walls between stone benches, their blooms filling the air with a soft, sweet scent. At the center, no higher than Luna's knee, was a white marble table, waiting to host a private picnic. Though perhaps a more intimate feast was in order this night.

Her ears picked up faint chords of music as her heavy breathing slowed and she approached the table. The muffled voices of other ponies grew more distinct, leaking through the leafy walls.

Luna ignored them all completely, crawling over the polished surface until her hindlegs bumped the edge. Resting her torso on the cold stone, she left her back hooves planted firmly in the grass and forced her rump high into the air. She only had enough room in her mind for one thing. With her cheek laid on the crook of her foreleg she glanced over her shoulder just in time to see Celestia round the corner and come to a full stop.

With half-lidded eyes, Luna flicked her tail, tossing the skirt of her dress enough to flash a slash of pink amid blue before letting it be covered once more.

The hungry look in Celestia's eyes changed, becoming something more feral than Luna had ever seen on her before. It should have been frightening, to be the target of such a gaze from so powerful a mare, but she reveled in it. The anticipation of being so ruthlessly taken made her hindlegs quake and sent a shiver down her spine.

Celestia started forward once more, her pace restrained, but full of power and purpose. That was all Luna needed to see to know that the games were well and truly over. Celestia was going to take what she wanted, and Luna was all too happy to oblige.

The sharp tug on her tail stole a gasp from Luna's lips as Celestia bit and yanked it out of her way, throwing her skirt aside to fully expose her glistening nether lips. The potent mixture of internal heat, the cool night air, and her sister's hot, rapid breath playing across her pussy sent Luna's eyes rolling, her own panting breaths fogging across the polished stone table.

Eyes closed, Luna braced herself for her sister’s first intimate touch. Whether the malleable spear of her tongue or the stiff rub of her hoof, it mattered not. Her mouth watered, chest tightening as she waited in unfulfilled agony.

The touch never came. Unable to wait any longer, Luna opened her eyes, looking back once more. Celestia’s muzzle was hidden from her sight, blocked by her own flanks, hovering just below her waiting folds.

“Tia, please,” Luna whinnied, stomping a hoof in impatience.

“Shhh, my Love,” Celestia said in a hushed voice. “Can you not hear them? Our little ponies just over the hedge?”

Her nose bumped Luna’s thigh, nuzzling it and moving out to rub against her cutie mark. Certain that she was about to get what she’d been waiting for, Luna turned back, closing her eyes and lifting her dock a little higher.

“I was planning to save this for later,” Celestia whispered again, the glow of her horn warming the side of Luna’s stomach. “It was to be my gift for you… for after the party.”

A flash of light urged Luna to gaze up, and she gasped.

A vibrant purple dildo floated mere inches from her nose. It was not the faux phallic itself that caused her surprise and annoyance, more that she’d never thought of it before. She’d spent uncounted hours looking for and practicing a complex transformation spell when she could have taken a single trip to market. More than that, the mere presence of such a toy would have saved her a great deal of stress worrying over social taboos.

She wasn’t sure what material it was made of, but it looked far more comfortable than the glass or polished clay from which such things were once crafted. Long and thick, it was a decent representation of a stallion’s cock. What's more, the mount and straps to which it was attached offered a clear indication of its intended use.

Reaching out a hoof, she poked it and watched it wobble in her sister’s magic grasp. It was certainly closer to the consistency of a cock than the dildos of old.

The more she looked at it, though, the more she found it wanting. Despite the attention to detail, it just didn’t look… right. Something was wrong with the texture, or maybe it was the way it moved, or didn’t move. Still, it was a gift from her sister… and it was not so different from her own fantasy.

Meeting her sister's eyes, she nodded her assent. Celestia smiled and stepped back to affix the thing between her legs. It was only a matter of seconds before Celestia returned, nuzzling Luna’s flank once more. Sliding up her side, she reached Luna’s neck and drew her into a loving, if less hungry, kiss. When she stepped back, Celestia turned so Luna could see her entire profile, lifting the train of her dress with a wing and cocking a leg.

“How does it look?”

A snort burst from Luna, dowsing the greater part of her feral lust in a wash of humor. “Utterly preposterous. ‘Tis far too tiny between your wonderful thighs.”

Celestia pouted. “It was the largest I could find.”

Seeing the vibrant purple member hanging between her sister’s legs didn’t assuage any of Luna’s concerns. It wasn't just the wrongness of the color or the disproportionate size; more than that, it wasn’t… it lacked life and warmth, just dangling there, flaccid despite its rigidity. “Such has always been an issue for us, has it not?”

Chuckling in agreement, Celestia leaned in to share a warm nuzzle and soft kiss. With a final peck at the base of Luna’s horn, she whispered, “Are you ready?”

Luna nodded and resumed her position over the table, presenting herself once more. The moment her sister’s forelegs gripped her waist, Luna’s back arched, dock twitching out of the way in preparation to be mounted.

Even then, uncertainty gnawed at her.

She wanted this. Her sister’s weight and warmth pressing on her back just clicked; like the first time she touched the Moon, it felt right. The tug of Celestia’s teeth in her mane as she pulled herself into position shook her, hindlegs spreading even further to accept the approaching shaft.

Then she felt it, the lukewarm tip of the dildo gliding over her nether lips, spreading her juices into the soft hairs where it brushed her belly.

“No!” Luna shifted her weight, unbalancing Celestia and causing her to slip off.

“Luna?” Celestia asked, her voice choked by surprise with a tremble of fear.

As quick as she was able, Luna pulled her sister into an embrace, hooking their necks and wrapping a foreleg around her sister's shoulder. “I want you,” she whispered, “not that… that thing.”

“Okay, Luna,” Celestia said, returning the embrace. “We don’t have to use it.” A flash of magic later and the straps around Celestia’s flanks were gone, leaving no trace of the faux phallus. “I’m sorry, we can do it anyway—”

“No.” Luna pulled back so she could look into her sister’s worried eyes. “You do not understand.” Leaning forward, she touched their noses together, continuing until their horns crossed and their foreheads touched. She braced herself for what was to come. “I want you, Tia. I want to feel you, and for you to feel me.”

“Okay,” Celestia said, her voice full of love as she nodded her understanding.

When she tried to move away, Luna’s wings swung forward to hold her in place. “No, you do not understand. I…” She struggled to explain, but the words all tasted vulgar on her tongue, and she could no more speak them than she could reverse time. “I want to… to try something… different.”

Celestia smiled warmly, bopping her nose on Luna’s. “Anything for the birthday girl.”

The attempt at humor was appreciated, but Luna couldn’t summon a smile. It was too soon yet. What precious few days she'd had with the spell had been consumed by planning for the party and her role in the trade talks. There was no question that she could cast and dispel it with ease, but there were other concerns. She wasn't even positive that it could reach orgasm. What’s more, single organ transformations were the most difficult, mixing together static and altering connections, not to mention casting it on somepony else for the first time.

What Celestia would think of it was still an enigma. Luna hadn’t had the time to subtly question her as she would have liked, and discussing ethics and spellcasting was the absolute last thing she wanted to do with her sister right then. That Celestia had brought the toy eased some of her worries, showing her to have similar thoughts. Yet, despite the purpose and execution being so similar, they were as incomparable as reading the words of a novel to the deeds done by ones own hoof.

All of which Luna found wanting against the weight of her sister mounting her, of her breath playing through her mane and over her ears. The idea of having Celestia inside of her, linked as much in body as they were in their hearts... The last of her resistance hinged on a single question. “Do you trust me?”

Celestia hesitated. “Do you need to ask?”

“Yes.”

Again, she hesitated, but when she answered, her face and voice held nothing but confidence and resolve. “Yes, my Love. Always.”

“Thank you.”

Luna pulled her into a kiss and summoned her magic. Celestia gasped and groaned against Luna’s lips as the spell touched her marehood. She squirmed and writhed at the odd sensations, hindlegs stomping and digging up clods of dirt. Never did she pull away, though, weathering the discomfort for Luna’s sake. That alone was enough to reignite the cooling embers of Luna’s passion.

The spell only took seconds to cast, but the experience left both mares panting for breath. Luna didn’t wait to recover, moving in to trail kisses down her sister’s neck. Celestia stopped her with a wing under her chin, lifting her head back up to eye level.

"Luna, what…” Celestia’s voice trailed off, her face contorting and ears twisting into an expression somewhere between confusion, concern, and curiosity. After a second’s hesitation, she rocked her hips from side-to-side, sending the train of her dress swishing over the grass. “That is... different.”

Luna nodded, her own experience providing ample sympathy for the sheer oddness of it. She stepped in and continued trailing small kisses down Celestia’s neck, each touch driving her head to tilt back a little more. Reaching her collar, Luna slipped her head underneath Celestia’s dress to get the first look at what she’d wrought.

"Is it what I think it is?"

A white sheath hung between her sister's legs with a thick, pink shaft extending out, already matching the toy’s length despite being half limp.

"It is," Luna said, stepping closer.

Celestia wiggled her flanks again, making it swing and bob from side-to-side. The odd motion made Luna giggle as she drew near, so close she could almost taste it.

“I am unsure—”

Her tongue shot out, licking the tip and making Celestia meep in surprise as it twitched and grew.

“L—Luna?”

She ignored her sister, kissing the tip of her sister's stiffening cock and sending a shudder up Celestia's spine. Another step forward and it slipped between Luna’s lips, her tongue running over the supple pink head. Each beat of Celestia’s heart, each involuntary flex and twitch hardened it, pushing it further out of its sheath and into Luna’s mouth until the tip rested on the back of her tongue.

She pulled back, leaving a glistening coat of saliva along its length, delighting in its warmth and pulsing veins. Precum dribbled out, a drop of spice coating the tip of her tongue. Humming in pleasure, Luna inched forward once more, Celestia’s cock sliding deep into her mouth, jabbing at the back of her throat and making her gag even as she pushed to take in more and more. Her eyes watered, choking on her sister’s impressive length until Celestia stepped back, wrapping Luna’s head in magic and pulling her out from beneath herself.

“Luna! What are you doing?”

She wiped the tears from her eyes and the saliva from her smiling lips. “I wished to take it all.”

“You were choking!”

“‘Tis very long.”

Celestia brushed a hoof over Luna’s tear stained cheeks. “Please, those are not sounds I enjoy hearing, much less from you.”

Leaning into Celestia’s hoof, Luna nodded.

“Is it really that big?” Celestia asked, her cheeks glowing an adorable pink, fighting the temptation to peek at herself.

“Verily. ‘Twould make any stallion green with envy.” Leaning in to nip at her chin, Luna whispered, “And any mare hot with desire.” Giggling, she added, “Or perhaps a little frightened.”

Luna spun around and flung her tail to drape it over her sister’s snout. Once more propping herself up on the table, she took her time leaning down and lifting her flanks. Turning her head to glance over her shoulder, she gave Celestia a seductive smile and licked her lips.

Even now, after so many interruptions and distractions, the embers of her desire still warmed her core. Just staring at her sister from that angle was akin to throwing a log on the fire. Her wants and needs had not changed, and judging by the length between her sister’s legs, she felt no different.

Needing no more invitation, Celestia stepped forward to nuzzle Luna’s thighs and cutie marks. She peppered both sides with kisses before moving inside and working her way up. The closer she got, the more intense the flames grew in Luna’s loins. What could only have been minutes since they entered the maze seemed more like hours of waiting for this moment.

When Celestia finally stopped playing and let her tongue slide up Luna’s pussy, she gasped, caught off guard by just how close she was.

She glanced back again, just in time to see Celestia raise herself up. From that angle, her sister’s cock looked all the larger, and her breath caught in her throat at the thought of having something so massive inside her.

Celestia’s hooves gripped her flank, steadying herself and edging closer. Luna cleared the path to her marehood with a flick of her dock as Celestia lowered herself down. The weight of her sister rested between Luna’s wings, forcing her back to arch and driving her hips higher, a coo escaping her lips.

“Are you sure about this?” Celestia asked.

Looking back over her shoulder, Luna stared into her sister’s bright fuschia eyes and nodded. “Yes."

With a kiss to Luna’s withers, Celestia shifted her hips forward in a slow thrust, brushing her cock along Luna’s pussy. The head parted her lips but only slipped along the slick folds, brushing against her belly. Celestia mumbled in annoyance before pulling back to try again. Her second attempt fared no better, repeating the same motion and only succeeding in coating her shaft with more of Luna’s juices.

Despite everything, Luna could not help herself. “Are you having difficulties, dear sister?”

Celestia’s blush deepened. “It is rather unwieldy.”

She shifted again, only to over correct and hit high.

Luna’s eyes bulged and wings shot open. “Tia! That is not—”

“Sorry!” Celestia squeaked and finally used magic to guide her cock into position. “Sorry, I’ve never done this before.”

With the same delicate care she’d used the first time, Celestia pushed forward and finally found her mark. The head parted Luna’s marehood, stretching the lips further than ever before and making her groan.

Celestia paused. “I’m not hurt—”

“No,” Luna said through gritted teeth. Sucking in a breath, she bracing herself for the rest. “Keep going.”

Celestia obliged. Thrusting again, she shifted her weight forward, sliding deeper into Luna as she pulled herself more fully over her back, hooking her legs around Luna’s chest. The dual pressures of her sister’s weight on her back and the dick filling her vagina sent Luna’s eyes rolling to the back of her head and a shuddering breath out of her lips.

“Oh, Luna…” Celestia moaned, her warm breath washing over the back of Luna’s neck.

Already as full as she’d ever been, Luna let out a guttural moan when Celestia’s hips rocked forward. The motion was slow and smooth, pressing deep into her core. Celestia held there, allowing Luna just enough time to recognize the beat of her sister’s heart pulsing inside of her before it pulled back, leaving a cold and empty space where the tip had been.

A moment later, it returned, only quicker and with more force. It pushed further. White thighs slammed into her ass, nearly knocking the air from her lungs. Luna moaned but had little time to appreciate it before Celestia drew back once more.

Teeth latched onto Luna’s neck, biting hard as Celestia’s forelegs squeezed her chest. She drove herself deeper, ramming into Luna with enough force to shift the table. She held herself there, shouting into Luna’s neck even as she bit down all the harder. The pressure inside her swelled, and gouts of liquid warmth spilled out, coating her inner walls.

Both sisters froze, unmoving save for the continued but weakening pulses of Celestia’s dick.

“Tia?” Luna asked, finding it difficult to control her voice.

There were a few seconds of silence, only the background murmur of voices and orchestral music filling the void, Celestia’s teeth still clamped onto Luna’s neck. When she finally let go to respond, her voice was almost nonchalant. “In all fairness, you are really sexy with your mane done up like that.”

“I do not see how—” Luna started to protest.

“And you have been teasing me all night.”

“Well, yes, but—”

“And I have never been on this side of a penis before.”

Luna snorted, mumbling, “As long as thou art satisfied…”

“I am not,” Celestia said, leaning forward to nuzzle Luna’s cheek. “But I am sorry.”

Her cock having slid out of Luna's vagina, Celestia gently slipped off her back. Luna started to rise herself, only to be wrapped in a golden aura. An undignified squeak weaseled out of her as she was lifted into the air and flipped over to be laid fully on to the stone table. Looking down her chest and between her legs, she watched Celestia stride closer, looming over her prone form.

“While we wait for a second, more successful attempt, shall I try to earn your forgiveness?”

Luna was unable to answer before her sister’s lips found a teat. She hummed and smiled as Celestia suckled, relaxing and letting the warmth of Celestia’s touch suffuse her once more.

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Twilight stared through the wine in her glass, through the table and floor, and at nothing at all.

It had been—she glanced up at the moon—an hour, she guessed, since Luna and Princess Celestia disappeared into the maze. She wanted to go looking for them, even started towards the entrance once or twice. Each time, she only made it a few paces before stopping herself. There was no efficient way to search the massive labyrinth. One wrong turn, and they could easily slip by without her ever noticing. More than that, they’d asked her to wait.

If only waiting wasn’t so boring.

Rarity had come by a few times, dragging her into a conversation with some of the other guests. Those diversions never lasted. Twilight didn’t find the topics interesting, nor did she have the energy or desire to fake it. When Rarity vowed to keep her company until she felt better, Twilight had chased her off. She appreciated the thought, but just because she wasn’t really enjoying the party anymore didn’t mean Rarity shouldn’t.

Movement caught her eye, pulling her gaze back toward the maze. For a brief second, she was filled with excitement and fear. As much as she anticipated Luna’s return, Twilight couldn’t shake her trepidation at the thought of seeing Princess Celestia again.

She hadn’t seemed pleased at all when she’d pulled Luna away. Luna hadn’t appeared to worry, but then she never did. Though she had no idea what the cause was, Twilight couldn’t help thinking it was her, somehow. Everything had seemed fine before that, before Luna and she had started dancing. That couldn’t be it… could it?

No… Princess Celestia had nudged them toward becoming friends at every turn. She couldn’t be mad that they were so close. Unless she suspected… disapproved of… As much as she didn’t want to admit it, it was possible. Quite likely even, given the information she had.

She wouldn’t accept that, couldn’t accept it. There had to be another explanation, something she wasn’t seeing.

Twilight stood up, a sense of righteous purpose engulfing her. There was only one solution to her dilema, one course of action she could take to find the answers eluding her: research. And for this, books would not hold the answers. No, she needed to rely on the most primordial method of research: direct observation.

She started off toward the maze, already running through the ‘sneaky’ checklist she’d made after her ill-conceived attempt to break into the archives. It was not the longest of checklists, running through what to do and say if anypony took undue notice of her. The most important was the first: act like you belong. The rest were contingencies if that didn’t work or she got caught. She was dubious about the last one—a whack to the back of the head and quick escape—but it always seemed to work for Daring Do.

Her march into the maze was hindered slightly by a pair of ponies on their way out. Not because they blocked her way or otherwise interfered, but because of they way they were whispering, tittering and giggling like school fillies. If they had been younger, maybe a few years older than herself, she wouldn’t have paid it any mind, but both were old enough to be her grandmare.

Shaking it off, Twilight stopped at the entrance and glanced at the plaque posted on the left wall. Polished wood with a brass faceplate, it held a single phrase etched into its surface. ‘To find my heart, I must follow it.’

Twilight hated riddles. They were the antithesis of the purpose of language. Words and sentences were supposed to facilitate communication, to help express ideas and concepts to other ponies. Riddles hid them, they buried their meaning beneath layers of connotations, denotations, and misdirection.

She'd spent hours trying to puzzle her way through that one in particular, never to make any progress. As far as Twilight knew, no pony had solved it, not even Cadance or old Mr. Shears—and he could walk to the center blindfolded! Allegedly, only Princess Celestia had the answer, and she wasn't talking.

In the end, she'd decided that she would have more luck mapping it. That little exercise only lasted a few weeks, other more important quandaries taking priority. Not that it had been a complete waste, as she did still remember what she'd mapped.

Starting in, she set her course for the furthest reaches she knew.

With the moon and stars so bright—along with the glow of the crystal lamps—traversing the maze should have been no different than the times she'd toured it during the day.

All the light was a cool silver, however, lacking the golden warmth of the sun and leaving her with a sense of apprehension at the shadows lurking around every corner. The way sound distorted under the ambient enchantment didn't help matters.

It wasn't so bad under the light of the sun, but at night every errant noise took on an eerie quality. The faint murmur from the other ponies only made it worse. Their voices danced on the edge of hearing, never quite resolving into discernable words until she turned a corner and found them. Mix in the distant notes of the orchestra, and Twilight was left feeling like she'd walked into a haunted house during Nightmare Night.

The first grunt that reached her ears didn't register beyond just another noise to ignore, lest she spook herself. When the next sounded, it turned her ear, but she still didn't pay it much mind. It wasn't until she turned a corner and came upon a small herd that she was brought out of her search.

There were four of them, three stallions and a mare. She didn't recognize any, but with the masks and fancy dress, that wasn't surprising. All four were huddled together with an ear inside the hedge wall, whisper and shushing each other in equal measure.

"Who do you think it is?" one of the stallions asked.

"How should I know? But they can't be but so far away, can they? Do you think we could find them?"

"Hardly. I don't think I could find this spot again if I left."

As Twilight walked closer, she began to hear faint traces of what she assumed they were trying to hear. Just as she was getting close enough to pick out the sounds, the mare and the third stallion started nipping at each other like horny teenagers, despite being well into their late fifties. The mare managed to dodge the stallion's reprisal, jumping a good length away. Twilight's ears shot up when the mare raised her dock high, flicking her tail in the most blatant come-hither she'd ever seen outside of a play. Growling, the stallion bolted after her. She yelped, giggling and galloping away with him hot on her tail.

Dumbfounded by the inappropriate display, Twilight almost didn't hear the harsh, disembodied gasp from where the two stallions were still trying listen in. A whinny that sounded like half pleasure and half pain followed, making her cheeks burn with realization and embarrassment.

The other ponies, their attention still locked behind the hedge, weren't helping. Even ignoring the couple that had left, the two remaining filled the air with crude, whispered commentary.

Snorting in disgust, Twilight readied a scathing tirade on basic decency and respecting the privacy of others. But before she could utter a syllable she was stopped short by a scream piercing through the hedge.

"Oh Celestia! Yesss!"

Twilight's jaw dropped, shock overpowering her ire. It only took her a moment to recover, her ears quivering and teeth grit as her indignation returned ten fold. What only made it worse was her lack of an outlet. The unacceptable words of the ponies she could see were nothing when weighed against those of the ones she couldn't. It was bad enough committing such lewd acts in public, but to use the Princess' name as an obscene interjection, it was derogatory and degrading and… and just wrong!

The thought of blasting the hedgerow danced across her mind, of storming through the foliage to ruin their ‘fun’ and give them a piece of her mind. It would serve them right. Only, it wouldn’t, strictly speaking, be legal. There were no laws against using the Princess’ name in such a way, or any way for that matter. Nor were they ‘technically’ public, or so a lawyer would argue. Whereas, destroying the maze to get to them would be a clear cut act of vandalism of crown property. Not that she would be charged… but that was most certainly not a conversation she wanted to have.

I am sorry about the maze, Princess, but there were ponies rutting each other, and one of them screamed your name, and…

She shook her head and used Cadance’s breathing technique. It wasn’t worth worrying about. Bringing up her mental map of the maze, she started forward once more. The chances that she would run into them were slim, and she still wanted to find the princesses.

Five steps later, Twilight stopped, recalling the other couple she’d seen sneak off earlier. Her stomach turned at the thought of running into them doing… that. Shaking it off, she began moving once more, only to realize how many ponies she’d passed versus how many she’d seen enter the maze. The apprehension that had been nagging at her twisted from one of disquiet to disgust.

“This was a bad idea,” she almost whimpered before teleporting out of the maze.