What Good Little Fillies Shouldn't Do

by The Illusive Badgerpony

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Princess Luna
Length: 5726

When Luna wakes Celestia up one morning feeling "weird", the young Sun Princess knows just the thing to cure her ills!

Princess Luna has been up all night with the strangest feeling! Convinced she might be ill, she decides to tell Princess Celestia. However, waking up early in the morning doesn't sit so well with little Princess Celestia, and she tries to grumpily throw Luna out and catch up with her slumber.

Only it looks like little Lulu might actually have a problem.

A problem Celestia is awful familar with...

I did say I was working on some non-clop, I know, but I've had this idea for a while and decided to do it because the non-clop just wasn't clicking at the time I motherfuckin' felt like it. Also because I didn't want there to be three months without me releasing a fic again. So have some quick, naughty princest clop, fellas. I've got bigger projects on the horizon, but the distraction was super nice to have.

Minor editing and consultancy by Cola_Bubble_Gum, follow her, cause she's super awesome!

!WARNING: CONTAINS!

lesbian incest, foalcon, tribbing, best alicorn(s), essentially everything everyone hates to see in the feature box so if this makes it I'll be quietly shaking my head god dammit it did

Cover art and inspiration for this fic was drawn by Sheperd0821.

Enjoy, fellas.

Published 2014-08-01 00:40:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-01 00:40:03 UTC

Good Morning, Celestia!

There was one thing little Princess Celestia hated more than anything else.

She hated many things. Getting up in the morning, getting ready in the morning, eating breakfast in the morning, sitting on a throne that she wouldn’t be large enough for for at least a few centuries in the morning, listening to commoners in the morning, learning the sun-raising spells from the High Council of Unicorn Mages in the morning, and, quite obviously, mornings. She hated mornings with a burning passion, hated them with an almost maniacal zeal. So often did she want her little sister to keep the night going for maybe just another hour or so, just so that she could sleep in and wouldn’t have to face a morning.

There was only one thing she hated more than mornings, and that was being awakened in the wee hours of them by her little sister.

Celestia let out a little growl in her throat, cracking open an eye to see Princess Luna hovering over her, her cherubic little face bright red with a blush and absolutely, utterly fearful. The moon princess’s powder blue mane was swept over her head, somehow keeping together and keeping straight despite the sleeplessness in her eyes. She wished she could keep her hair so nice, instead of it getting all frazzly in the mornings. Celestia hated mornings for making her look all weird and silly, and nothing was more horrifying to a filly princess-in-training than looking weird and silly.

“Luna,” Celestia croaked through sleep-dried lips. “Go back to sleep.”

Luna shivered, letting out a little mewl. “B-But Tia–”

“No, Luna,” Celestia groaned, grabbing a pillow and putting it over her face. “Ugggh, Luna, you know how I am about this time of day, don’t you? It’s way too early to play with you!”

“Tia, I don’t wanna play, I need help!” Luna protested, sitting on her flank in front of her sister and letting out a small squeak, her body suddenly going rigid. “Haah…”

“What makes you think I can help?” Celestia grumbled, pulling the pillow harder against her face.

“Because you’re the big sister! You’ve got, like, big sister knowy stuff!”

“Knowledge.”

“Y-Yes! Knowledge! Tia, I n-need your knowledge,” Luna moaned, flopping onto the bed with such dramatic force that Celestia was almost bounced off of it.

The sun princess grumbled, rolling back into the bed, pulling the pillow harder against her face. “Luna, this is hardly the time for consultancy stuff. I’ve half a mind to put you on the moon.”

“This is no time for jokes! This is serious!” Luna cried, her shrill voice drilling into Celestia’s ears.

She growled, gritting her teeth. Oh, how she hated mornings. Hated, hated, hated them. But her love for her little sister was more important than her petty hatred of the morning, and besides, Luna did seem to be having some kind of issue. Celestia threw the pillow away and cast her baggy eyes upon her sibling, only to find her rolling across the colossal surface of the bed, her hooves between her clenched legs, letting out little sobs and groans of powerful discomfort. Sisterly instinct kicked in, and Celestia sprang to her hooves, stepping to her sister’s side and placing a hoof on her shoulder.

“Sweet merciful Goddesses, Luna! Are you alright?”

The moon princess sniffed, shivering at her sister’s touch. “N-No! I f-feel…”

Celestia frowned. “Feel what?”

“All… Funny. And stuff.”

“When did this start?”

Luna blushed. “Uhm, last n-night, I guess! I– Nngh! Thinking ab-about it makes it worse! Aaah!”

Celestia held her sister in place, her concern growing as Luna writhed underneath her, her legs clenching harder around her hooves, her face screwed up in almost painful unease. “About what? C’mon, Luna, tell me!”

“I… Hnnnfh… I g-guess, I dunno, I…”

Celestia stroked her sister’s mane. “Just relax. Go through last night bit by bit.”

“I…”

“Relax,” Celestia said, keeping her voice steady. “Keep calm. Breeeeaathe.”

Luna pulled in a shaky, stuttering breath, following Celestia’s lead. Five seconds in, five seconds out. Slow, steady, dignified. It was breathing for Princesses, the calming winds in the midst of a storm. Celestia stroked her sister’s mane, shushing her, feeling the tension leave her body, closing her eyes and nuzzling her in an almost motherly way. She hated mornings, oh, did she ever, but she would go through a thousand mornings to help her sister with a problem.

“Can you tell me now?” Celestia whispered.

“I’ll try,” Luna squeaked.

“Okay.”

Celestia sat up on her haunches, taking Luna’s hoof and pulling her up the same. They faced one another, one the face of motherly concern and dignity, the other nervous, embarrassed, and afraid. But both were relaxed, at the very least, and both were ready to deal with the first, most unexpected item of the day.

Celestia looked over her sister. She was small, even for a filly, the size of one about a year or two her junior. Royal living had filled out her proportions nicely, making her plush, maybe just a tad pudgy, but her boundless energy and youthful metabolism had kept her from getting stupendously fat. Her smooth, round rear smushed against the sheets, her sea green eyes looking bashfully away from Celestia in the most fetching way. Celestia felt a small blush rise on her cheeks, but nothing compared to the maelstrom of rosey red that had risen to Luna’s cheeks.

“So when did you start feeling funny?”

Luna swallowed, taking a deep breath before she began.

“Uhm… I think it was last night. Th-the Zebrican ambassador’s visit. Remember his son?”

Celestia giggled. “Oh, do I ever! He was tons of fun!”

Luna mewled. “I, well… When all was said and done, and we went to bed, and he went to his, and all of that stuff, well, I just thought about him. L-Like in weird ways that I’ve never really thought before.” Luna let out a little grunt, her legs shaking. “U-Uhm, like… Really, really weird.”

Celestia sat forward, eyes sparkling with barely contained excitement. “Like what? C’mon, Lulu, tell me!”

“W-Well, I, he, we, uhm, I… Dreamed… No… Thought about, uhm, i-imagined…”

“Luna, it’s okay,” Celestia whispered, placing a hoof on her sister’s shoulder. Luna nuzzled the hoof appreciatively, swallowing. “Anything you can tell me, you should. Then we can find out what the problem is.”

“Uhm, okay. I imagined him…”

Luna’s eyes went down towards the bed, her ears drooping, the tips red hot. “I imagined him k-kissing me.”

“...Oh.”

Celestia flopped her rear back onto the bed, pouting, narrowing her eyes at her flustered sibling. “That’s it?”

“I…”

Luna was silent.

“You woke me up.”

“Y-Yeah.”

“To tell me.”

“Yeah…”

“You were imagining somepony kissing you.”

“I’m sorry, it’s weird,” Luna mewled, shuddering.

“You know what I’m like in the morning, Luna…”

“It’s weird!” Luna cried. “It really is! I felt really really weird! A-And I mean, I was just l-lying in bed, and I was thinking about him, and him kissing me, and he was just k-kissing lower, and lower, and… He k-kissed my chest, my belly, my… My… He kissed my…”

Luna’s face scrunched up, stifling a moan in between her lips, turning it into a hum of despair as she threw herself backwards into the bed, holding her hooves between her rear legs. “Aaaaaaah!”

Celestia rolled her eyes, placing a hoof to her head. “Luna…”

“It’s awful, Tia! Awful, awful! I can’t s-stop thinking about it! About him k-kissing me and l-licking me and–”

“Wait, licking you?”

Luna squealed, sitting up on her hooves, panting lightly, her body shivering.

“I’ve said t-too much…”

“No,” Celestia murmured. “You haven’t said enough.”

“I…”

Luna’s ears drooped, and her half-lidded eyes swept the room, her voice dropping to nary a whisper, then an incomprehensible mumble. Celestia smiled gently, taking Luna’s chin in her hoof, giving her a wink, making the moon princess squeal.

“Go on, Luna. Tell me what happened.”

“I… I g-got really… Weird feeling. Down…”

Luna swallowed. “I-I-I can’t s-say it.”

“Luna…”

“No! It’s n-naughty…”

Celestia smirked, gently batting Luna’s chin away and giggling. “And sneaking my cake wasn’t?”

“Th-This is different,” Luna hissed. “Th-This is…”

“Yeah?”

“Dirty.”

Celestia still hated mornings. Indubitably and completely. Hated them with the burning passion only a sun princess could have. But as much as she hated to admit it, the rising blush in her cheeks gave away one thing. This particular morning was most certainly getting much, much more tolerable with every passing second, and there was no better way for it to be so then for it to be getting tolerable with her sister.

“It’s okay, Lulu…” she whispered, stroking her sister’s cheek.

“Uhm… Okay.”

Luna looked away, giggling sheepishly, her body still shifting from discomfort. “I… You want me to t-tell you, don’t you?”

Celestia giggled. “Tell me everything.”

“Even the dirty bits?”

“Especially the dirty bits, Lulu. I need to hear all of it for me to find out what’s wrong with you.”

“Well…”

Luna swallowed. “Well, uhm, I imagined him… Kissing me.”

Celestia close her eyes, humming. “And?”

“He… K-Kissed my lips, and he did that for a pretty good wh-while, and it felt… Nice. It made me feel all bubbly to think about it… I was giggling like crazy even th-though I was supposed to be asleep.”

Slowly, Celestia traced circles against her belly with a hoof. “Yeah… G-Go on…”

Luna raised an eyebrow. “Are you o-okay, Tia? Do you want me to sto–”

“Stop and I really will send you to the moon,” Celestia growled.

“Okay! O-Okay,” Luna squeaked, covering her face with one hoof while clenching her rear legs around the other one. “Okay… Uhm… So uhm… He…”

She closed her eyes. “He sorta… Started kissing all funny, like… He put his tongue in my m-mouth…”

“Mmmhmmm…”

Celestia’s little hoof trailed down the underside of her belly, trailing over the insides of her little thighs. This morning was most definitely going in a much more interesting direction than most. Her face was slack, mouth open and panting slightly, her legs spreading ever so slightly, her ears twitching to hear more of Luna’s tale of woe. But Luna wasn’t speaking. Cracking open an eye, Celestia saw her sister’s wide-eyed, bewildered expression, the moon princess hiding her mouth behind her hooves, her legs clenched tightly together and little mewls coming forth from her mouth.

“T-Tia, what, ahm, wh-what the hay are you–”

“Shhh,” Celestia cooed. “I’m, uhh, enjoying your story, Lulu. Keep going.”

“Uhm, I, uhh, well, you see, I…”

“The zebra colt was kissing you, like, with tongue and stuff,” Celestia murmured, leaning in to her sister’s red-tipped ear and mumbling right into it.

“R-Right… Right, uhm…”

A twinge of guilt passed through Celestia as she watched her little sister fidget, grunting and groaning, unable to form a sentence through her condition. It had only been a few years prior that she had felt that same discomfort, that same terror of what was happening to her body, and here she was, just making it worse and worse by the minute. Luna’s mouth flapped open and shut as she tried to form a sentence again, only to lose it as her back spasmed, sending the filly into a mewling fit.

Celestia couldn’t bear to watch it anymore, in more ways than one. She smiled gently, placing a hoof on Luna’s knee, making the little one shiver. Luna closed her eyes, lowering her head.

“I’m s-sorry, Tia, I just…”

Celestia put a hoof to Luna’s lips, lidding her eyes and giving her a wink. “It’s okay, Lulu. I think I know what’s wrong with you now.”

Luna’s eyes brightened with hope. “Really?!”

“Yep!” Celestia giggled, bringing her sister just inches closer. She was so adorable, her blush tail swishing against the sheets, her rump looking so squeezable, so delectable, so much in such a small package. Luna’s little lips quivered, a part of her condition, the expression of a little filly on the cusp of something fantastic and she didn’t even know it, a filly that needed somepony to show her what all of her feelings and all of her sensations meant.

And who better than her sister to show her?

“We’re going to do something kinda weird, Lulu,” Celestia said, her voice barely a whisper, her head drifting closer and closer, her eyes slowly closing. “But once we do it, you’ll be juuuuust fine.”

“R-Really?” Luna said.

“Yes,” Celestia purred, gently pushing her sister onto her back, standing atop of her blushing, wriggling form, perfect princess lips mere inches from a matching pair.

“Tia? What are we, uhm, g-gonna do?” Luna mewled.

Celestia smiled. “I’m gonna make your dream come true.”

Luna stiffened under her. The tiny body beneath Celestia was rigid, and as Celestia dove down to capture Luna’s lips against her own, she grew as tense as a pulley rope and stayed as stock still as a statue, a little squeal of shock rising between youthful kiss. Celestia kept the kiss going for as long as she could without air, sighing into Luna’s lips, keeping them together despite her sister’s weak struggles and desperate mewls and pleas. Luna tried to roll from the embrace, but Celestia let out a small harumph, pressing a hoof against her shoulder, keeping her still so that this naughty little smooch could continue.

She pulled away, a wet smeck rising between their lips. Luna’s face was scrunched up in the most adorable way, her nose crinkling, and while her body no longer struggled, her agitation was quite evident in the way she looked away, the way she shivered under Celestia’s touch as the hoof trailed along her side.

“Why d-did you do that?”

“I said,” Celestia cooed, “I was making your dream come true.”

Luna pouted. “That f-felt weird… It m-made…”

“Made things worse, huh?”

Luna nodded. “I’m n-not sure we should do this, Tia, I m-mean, my dream, I… It was…”

“Do you want to get better?” Celestia said, her hooves sliding underneath Luna’s shoulders and bringing the two small fillies chest to chest, putting Celestia in range to nibble on her neck, making her gasp.

“Ah! I… I mean, y-yes, but isn’t there another w-way?! T-Tia, I mean, m-my dream was weird! He kissed my… my!...”

“Yes?”

Luna covered her face with her hooves. “He kissed my, uhm, my thing.”

“Your pussy?”

Luna looked over her hooves, raising an eyebrow despite her fear. “My what?...”

“Your pussy,” Celestia giggled. “Between your legs. That’s what big ponies call it, amongst other things...”

“I… Yes! He k-kiss my, erm, my, aah, p-pussy!” Luna cried, her voice shaking as Celestia planted little smooches against her collarbone, feeling her back arch against her body. “And th-that’s when I started feeling funny! Now s-stop, please, I–”

“Luna,” Celestia giggled. “You’re horny.”

“I’m what?!” Luna squealed, indignant. “Of course I have a horn, T-Tia! We’re Prin–”

“No, dummy, you’re horny. That’s what’s making you feel all funny. It’s when you start thinking of a colt or a filly and you want to touch their cock or pussy.”

“Huh?” Luna mumbled. “What’s a c-cock?”

“Oh, nothing important,” Celestia said, waving a hoof dismissively. “Neither of us have one, only colts, so you don’t have to worry about cocks this morning.”

“Okay,” Luna said quietly, lowering her head. “B-But why are you… Being all kissy and weird?” she gasped. “Are you... horny too?!”

Celestia purred into Luna’s ear, giving it a tiny lick, giggling as the little one squeaked. “Oh gosh, so very, very much.”

“Oh n-no,” Luna whispered. “It’s c-contagious, isn’t it?!”

“Around an adorable little filly with a plush little rump like you? Mmmh, it’s so very, very contagious,” Celestia said, licking her cheek. “Lucky for you… I happen to know just the thing to make it allllll better.”

“ But T-Tia–”

“Shush,” Celestia giggled, stroking Luna’s cheek. “I’ll even make it better for both of us, okay?”

“I…”

“Just relax,” Celestia said.

“Mmmh... I… Okay, but…”

“No buts, Luna,” Celestia muttered. “Just breathe… Slowly, ever so slowly, like you were before, okay?”

“Th-This is a lot to, uhm, learn, Celly,” Luna said, blushing.

“Relax. We’ve got all morning to learn it.”

“I… What if it h-hurts, Tia?”

Celestia frowned. She kissed Luna’s neck, then her cheek, and then pressed her lips against hers again. This time, there wasn’t too much resistance, weren’t as many attempts to escape. Celestia opened one eye ever so slightly, only to see Luna’s closed, her body relaxing underneath her, untensing. She felt Luna’s stubby hind legs wrap around her waist ever so loosely, draping themselves above her bottom, not quite pulling her in, but submitting to her better judgement. This time when they pulled away, both fillies were smiling, though Luna soon hid hers behind a hoof.

“It’s not gonna hurt, Lulu.” Celestia whispered.

“Promise?” Luna replied hoarsely.

“I promise…”

Celestia pulled Luna’s hoof down, and leaned in for another kiss. To her surprise, Luna pushed her head forward, taking initiative, plying Celestia’s lips open and slipping her little tongue sloppily into her mouth. The sun princess was far from objecting, though, returning the favor, fighting Luna’s tongue against the roof of her mouth. grunts, gasps, gentle hums and rumbling moans erupted between them as they took and gave each other to one another.

It was like it was meant to be, small, nubile bodies pressing against one another, shaky breaths sucked in past entangled tongues, the naughtiness of the whole situation turning Luna’s face bright red, and Celestia’s a mild crimson. They submitted to each other, an embrace fueled both by their needs and by an abiding love that Celestia had to admit was far more and far deeper than a love shared by sisters. They were flat against one another, chest to chest, belly to belly, two pairs of legs spread wide open. Celestia shuddered at the mental picture of two pristine, puffy princesshoods waving and winking on top of one another, dribbling juices onto the sheets, one spread open ever so slightly from… use, and the other, tight, almost sealed, the little clit shivering as new experience filled the body it was attached to.

Celestia smirked. There would be time to give experience later. For now, she had to make Luna’s dream come true. The kiss broke, a bridge of saliva connecting them for a second, broken almost instantly as Celestia began moving down upon her sister. A kiss to the cheek, to the neck, to the collarbone, each one eliciting a tiny squeak, a small shudder, and a slight twitch in Luna’s hooded eyes. Little lips trailed a sloppy path down Luna’s chest, then opened up instead for tiny laps against her middle, down her belly, teasing around the button. Luna’s legs shook violently, anticipation and wonder zapping through them.

“T-Tiaaa…”

“Shhh…”

Celestia’s head hovered between Luna’s chunky thighs, the giving flesh pressing against her ears. Luna’s tiny cunt shivered underneath her gaze, the tightly puckered lips twitching, the little nub quivering. There was the faintest tinge of pink around it, the faintest sign of the powerful arousal that had gotten her up this morning, had gotten her lips against Lunas, had gotten her here, marveling at the virgin flower of a most sweet and succulent filly, the scent of it overpowering Celestia’s senses. Oh, how she hated mornings, but how she loved the sight of naivety and curiosity in physical form, of the opening to unexplored depths and physicality that she was about to break open.

Luna shifted her hips upwards, shuddering. “T-Tia, please, s-stop, stop looking, j-just…”

Celestia’s little hooves slipped between Luna’s legs, and pressed against the tiny lips, spreading them wide. Luna’s little squeal of delight rang out through the entire room.

“K-Kiss it, Tia! Please! M-Make it all better!” Luna begged.

Celestia giggled. Too long had she hidden Luna from this. It was time she started her lesson.

It began with a tiny peck to the spread, pinkish flesh of Luna’s little folds, then another, and another, trailing up bit by bit, Luna moaning wildly, covering her face and writhing against the sheets. Celestia skipped past her clit; she was saving that for later. No, rather, her lips pressed against the other side, kissing down the heart-shaped spread, sneaking tastes of Luna’s juices by licking her lips between little kisses. Peaches, with a little bit of an underlying taste of caramel, sweet and succulent as fruit punch. Celestia exchanged kisses for tiny, fluttering licks, her tongue just barely slipping in between Luna’s spread labia, taking baby steps into her tiny folds, teasing her relentlessly.

Luna’s clit was practically vibrating now, so violent were it’s twitches and shudders, but Celestia ignored it still. The little sun princess nibbled on the ridges of Luna’s pussy lips, relishing every single surprised squeak Luna gave. “Ah! T-Tia! Hah! B-Be careful! Nnnh!”

Celestia was being careful, though it took a massive amount of self control not to violently sink her teeth into Luna’s little button. She too, was a shivering wreck now, her nethers burning with need as much as Lunas, her eyes lidded as she watched her sister’s expression slacken and tighten with every kiss, lick, nibble, and nudge. Still, she chided herself, she could deal with that later. For now, it was Luna’s needs that were paramount. Celestia was very much impressed at how long she had lasted– her first time, she would have cum at the very first little love bite, but here was Luna, holding out, holding back.

Celestia growled, her nibbles growing harder. She wanted Luna to cum. She wanted to see how she did it, whether it was a shuddering burst of new fluid, or a steady stream of squirt. She wanted to feel it against her face, and lick it away, lap at Luna’s newly christened folds as she gave way to her attentions. She wanted to give Luna a gift of great importance and significance, a gift of the first step to marehood. She wanted Luna to cum.

She couldn’t bear it anymore. Pulling away, Celestia licked her lips, looking dead into Luna’s horny eyes, panting gently.

“Don’t hold on anymore, Lulu. Let it all out for me.”

Luna’s quizzical look didn’t last very long, for very soon, Celestia had bitten down hard upon her little button, and began rapidly lapping at it between her teeth, and within seconds, the moon princess had been pushed over the edge. Luna threw her head back, screaming, her body growing rigid, her eyes wide open and crossed as electric sensation overpowered and overcame her, her back arching off the bed. Celestia felt something splatter against her chin, and she let go of Luna’s clit and pulled her head away, only to feel Luna’s first cum spew upon her head.

Luna wasn’t a squirter nor a dribbler. She was somewhere in between.

There was a stream, yes, but it was thick, short-ranged, and sloppy, marecum spilling upon the sheets, the tiny princess’s ejaculation unabating even as she came down from the highest point, spilling further filly juices upon Celestia’s snout as she leaned in to lap at Luna’s folds all the way through her orgasm. The smell of peach, mixed with something new, something musky, was overwhelming, filling the room and the air. Luna’s little body relaxed, glistening with sweat, her belly slowly rising and falling as she struggled to regain her breath.

“Hnnnnh, T-Tia…”

Celestia pulled away from Luna’s folds. They still dribbled, still twitched, but Luna didn’t seem to care, a stupified expression on her face, her tongue lolling out.

“Feeling better, Lulu?”

“Oh Goddess yes, th-thank you s-so much, oh Goddess…”

“Good,” Celestia cooed, crawling up to lay against her sister again, kissing her cheek. “Cause now ya owe me.”

“I know, oh Goddess, yes, I kn-know…”

Celestia grinned, despite herself. Here she was, her nether lips parted ever so slightly, burning with need and anticipation, right over Luna’s recently broken-in fillyhood. She couldn’t leave it at here. She couldn’t just let Luna explode like that and not expect to return the favor. Here she was, flat against her satisfied sister, and ready now to go above and beyond, and make this morning the best one yet, the only tolerable one yet.

“T-Tia…”

“Yes, Lulu?”

Luna looked away from her sister, poking her little hooves together, trying to look very intent on them. “D-Do you want me to, uhm, y’know, l-lick your pussy too?”

“It’s called eating out, Luna, and no. I have something more fun in mind…”

“R-Really?! C-Cause I mean, when you, uhm, ate me, I mean, that was all, I mean, wow, but there’s… There’s something more than that?”

Celestia nodded. “We’re gonna get into the really naughty stuff now. I don’t think you’d have heard of the term tribbing?”

Luna’s ears drooped, and she put her hooves together, trying to clench her legs only to pull Celestia closer. The proximity was downright torturous to the sun princess, and she bit her lip, suppressing the urge to just slam her hips down against Luna’s, to hear her squealing in her ear, to make her little twitches and squirms become helpless writhing. No, Celestia told herself, not yet. Lulu had to be told first. Lovemaking was a terrifying experience for the uninformed, after all, in both invigorating and traumatizing ways.

The temptation was so strong, though. It took all of Celestia’s royal willpower, already diminished by the frustration of dealing with mornings, to ignore the musky, sweet scent of Luna’s succulent snatch right underneath her, to refuse to feel the heartbeat against her chest swell as she ground and slammed against her, as slick marehoods finally met and made sweet music from little Luna’s voice. To kiss her again, to feel her tongue lose control, to satisfy both her own unbearable itch and Luna’s desire to learn more of this mysterious act.

Celestia’s voice was shaky, little hums and groans escaping from her as she denied herself paramount pleasure.

“W-Well, Lulu,” she said huskily, “Tribbing is an ancient art, perfected by the pegasus tribes of the Amarezon. It can be practiced in m-many ways, with as many mares as you may l-like.”

Luna’s legs clenched harder, bringing Celestia closer, making the sun mare groan as they came so close to connecting.

“H-How do you, uhm, do it?” Luna whispered.

“W-Well, we’re g-gonna rub our p-pussies against each other,” Celestia cooed.

“Th-That’s it?...”

“I know it s-s-sounds simple, but… but...”

Celestia looked down upon Luna. The little filly’s lidded eyes, her open mouth, letting hot breaths out over her muzzle, gently quivering under her touch, silently demanding one thing and one thing only. Pleasure, complete and utter pleasure, blitzing through her body, ravaging her innocence away, for who needed innocence when pleasure could offer so much, bring so much, give so much.

Celestia had been there once, had been there alone to experiment with her body, had been left to learn about the way she felt in fear and revulsion. Luna wasn’t going to go through that, Celestia promised that much. Luna was going to learn, here and now, just how much Celestia loved her, how far their bond went beyond mere sisterhood, what she could bring to the both of them with mere touches, mere kisses, mere embraces of passion and need.

It made Celestia smile, a dopey, open-mouthed expression.

“You kn-know what, Lulu, let me show you.”

She dropped her hips.

Immediately, through a great stroke of luck, the princess’s clits had found each other, and seemed to almost lock together, sending shockwaves through both of their tiny bodies. Luna’s squeal of satisfaction rang in Celestia’s ears as she let out a loud, lustful moan, and began to slowly swivel her hips, sliding her slick, juicy button across Luna’s in sluggish, lingering strokes. The air was filled with wet pops and damp smacks with every contact, with squeaks and grunts and hums as the embrace intensified. Luna’s body shook against Celestia’s, her winking clit unable to escape from her sisters as they mashed together, nub against tiny nub.

Celestia raised her hips, then brought them back down again, a wet smack rising through the air as young cunt met younger cunt, her cries and Luna’s mixing together. She bounced against Luna’s crotch, sopping pussies spilling against the sheets, a rutting rhythm of smacks and slaps exploding in her ears. Every little smack brought a little groan of desperation from the little filly underneath her, every little nip and grind and bump filling Celestia’s belly with fire. Their plump little rears jiggled and jostled with every violent impact; Celestia could feel her flesh bounce with the force, feel Luna’s quiver, her legs wrapped tightly around her waist.

“Aaahahaha… T-Tia, oh G-Goddess, nnnh!”

“C’mere,” Celestia growled, capturing Luna’s lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues melding again, her hips now a blur against virgin nub, pussies winking, practically steaming from the heat rising between them. It was indescribable, the way their bodies found each other, the way the rhythm of their lovemaking became instinctual, primal, how they gave each other to one another and, in doing so, found one another. Every guttural growl, every desperate moan, every mumbled nothing slowly brought the both of them closer and closer to the precipice of something much greater, strengthening the connection between them. As hips mashed against hips, as clits found each other for another gentle peck against one another, as tiny bridges of wetness rose between them and snapped into dribbles of need, Celestia lost focus, no longer concerned or irritated by early mornings or little sisters. For here they were, as they were going to be, time immaterial and all thrown aside in exchange for animal desire, for the most pure of instincts, the instinct to please one another.

Celestia came first. She couldn’t stand not to. Luna had poked and prodded her all morning long and she had finally given in, and allowed herself a release. She squirted spectacularily, a pure, clear stream erupting from her pussy, and she threw her head skywards and let out a titanic scream as it splattered against the sheets. It was such a powerful feeling, Celestia’s horn glowed, magic spewing from it in random pink sparks of released energy. And through it all, she kept slamming her hips against Luna’s, kept mashing against her, turning the moon princess’s squeals into screams, dead set and bringing her with her even as the stream of her filly cum refused to die.

“Tiaaa! I c-can’t! I-I can’t h-hold on!”

“Cum for me! Cum for me Lulu! Please!”

“Tia, oh G-Goddess, Tia, I–”

Luna’s eyes rolled into her head, her back arched, her legs gripped Celestia tightly, and a deafening scream ripped from her throat.

“Tiaaaaa! I love yoouuuuuuaaaaahhhh!”

Luna’s second cumming burst forth from her long-awaiting cunt, her unprincesslike spill of juices mixing and melding with Celestia’s forceful stream. The smell of sex overloaded Celestia’s already taxed senses, her body rocking and shivering against her orgasming sister, her hooves slipping underneath the spewing filly’s head and pulling her in once again for an embrace. There were no tongues, there was no need. There was only soft lips against soft lips, love radiating between them, little bodies shuddering as their explosive finishes finally came down and slowly, gracefully, ended, leaving them both awash in the shallow waves of afterglow.

They only separated their lips a long while afterwards, their pussies still dribbling, although now they were both long satisfied. They laid against one another, trying to find words, but words seemed so far away when eyes told each other so much. Luna’s gaze was thankful, fulfilled, and filled Celestia’s chest with a warm, bubbly feeling. They were sweaty, stinking of sex, slick with spit and filly juice, and completely, utterly satisfied.

Celestia panted. It was the strangest feeling in the world, a mixture of the rejuvenation she needed that morning, and the exhaustion of what she had just done, of what she and Luna had just done. Together. As one. As sisters and as something even more. Even as her nethers stopped tingling, as her body stopped shivering, that swelling of pride and love in her chest did not cease. She held Luna a bit closer, planting a tender kiss on her cheek, remembering the words one said to express and explain her short, shaky breaths, her lidded eyes, her gentle, crimson blush.

“I…” Celestia said, her voice hoarse.

“Mmmh…”

“I love you too, Lulu.”

Luna giggled. “I love you too…”

There was the short silence. Kisses and licks calmed to an affectionate, mutual nuzzling. Celestia’s body slowly relaxed, her heart slowing, her limbs going still, and her head atop Luna’s, letting the younger filly roll her face into Celestia’s chest. Her mewls of minor discomfort reached Celestia’s ears, and the sun princess rolled onto her side, not separating from Luna, but letting the moon princess hold her like a living pillow.

“That was... really f-fun, Tia,” Luna yawned. “Thanks…”

“You’re very welcome,” Celestia said. She took Luna’s hoof in hers, holding it to her chest. “Don’t be afraid to come to me and ask me for… help, okay? Whenever you need it, I’m here.”

Luna didn’t respond. Celestia looked down, quizzical, and found that the little moon princess had fallen asleep underneath her. Grinning, she held the filly close, stroking her mane. She kissed the top of her head. Luna mumbled something in her slumber, pulling Celestia closer, filling the older filly with the warmest feeling.

Oh, how she hated mornings, but oh, how she loved Princess Luna, with all her heart, forever
and ever–

“Princess?”

Celestia looked up. There in the doorway was a brightly blushing Royal Guard, standing at attention, his eyes wide as dinner plates.

“What is it?” she groaned.

“Uhm, the Council of M-Magi wanted me to g-get you, Ma'am, you’re half-an-hour late. A-Again…”

“Can it wait?”

“Uhm, well, I…”

Celestia glared at him, her horn sparking dangerously. “Scram.”

“Y-Yes Ma’am!” he saluted, turning and running as fast as he could, away from the love and the passion he had come so close to spoiling.

Celestia sighed, giving Luna a little squeeze, shaking her head.

“I hate mornings.”

Author's Note