Princest is Wincest: A Lunestia Prompt Tag Collab

by TheWraithWriter

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Princess Luna, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life
Length: 19379

A prompt Collab for Lunestia shipping. What more could you want?

Princest is Wincest: Where the plot is all that matters and the story is secondary.

100-2000 word mini-fics about forbidden sisterly love.

Like our sisters Twiluna, Twilestia, Twidance, and Twysalis Authors names will be displayed at the top of their chapters.

Grab your threads and join the madness over at the prompt thread.

Rated teen for the beautiful thing that is love between two hot immortal goddesses.

Author Notes are from me unless specified otherwise.

Published 2014-08-23 01:40:06 UTC
Last updated 2020-04-05 23:01:01 UTC

First by Foals Errand

First by Foals Errand

Celestia listened as Luna whimpered in her sleep, she lifted a hoof to knock hoping to wake her from the nightmare she was experiencing. Before her hoof could strike the door however she paused and pulled back. She had woken her sister often this way, knocking at her door and…

Celestia sighed pushing down those feelings again. Luna was her little sister! So why, why? Celestia began pacing in front of the door. Is this really what you want Celestia? A life of avoiding her? A life of ice cold showers? You are being a foolish little filly, now get in there and tell her how you feel! Things cannot get worse between you!

She took a deep breath and opened the door. She crept across the darkened room and sat beside Luna’s bed.

Luna was twitching clinging to her blanket in her hooves. “No Tia… Tia please I’m sorry… don’t leave…”

Celestia swallowed hard, watching Luna twitch in such horror and knowing the nightmare was about her. Oh Luna… “Luna? Luna it’s Tia wake up.” Celestia gave her a soft nuzzle.

Luna’s eyes popped open fear in her eyes. She blinked a few times then smiled, “Tia, I’m sorry did I over sleep?”

Celestia shook her head, “not at all we still have hours before sunset, I… I just had a recess from a slow day of court. So I decided to come see how you were doing. I should have realized that you would be asleep. So it was foolish for me to come! But… but you were having such a horrible nightmare. Y-you were crying out in your sleep.”

Luna bit her lip and looked away remembering the nightmare. She held tight to her covers.

Celestia swallowed hard, “I heard you cry out my name Luna, please… please tell me what your nightmare was.”

Luna closed her eyes trying to escape away from her sister, there was nothing more she could do. No place else to go. “Alright Tia, ju-just promise to stay until I finish telling you everything?”

Celestia nodded, “Of course Luna I will stay however long you need.”

Luna nodded and took a shaky breath. “One thousand years ago I turned into Nightmare Moon because of my jealousy over how much the ponies loved your day.”

Celestia found herself nodding. Oh Luna, you aren’t having dreams about turning back into the nightmare are you?

“For a long time I was certain that was why it happened, jealousy over your day. But, I was wrong. Sometime during the time I was on the moon I realized I was jealous but it wasn’t… I wasn’t jealous of the love for your day Tia.”

Celestia felt her breath catch. C-could it be? Is it possible?

“I was jealous, I was jealous of the ponies I saw loving you. Bu-but not because they loved you instead of me. I was jealous because they loved you at all!” Luna looked into Celestia’s eyes her eyes slitted. “They didn’t deserve to love you Tia, they didn’t understand you! They never could, never! I hated them I wanted them to suffer!”

Celestia gulped back her fear. You promised to stay so you stay!

“I wanted them to suffer be-because I could never love you like I want to. I… oh Tia.” She snarled her teeth elongating.

Celestia hesitated for less then a moment before pressing her lips to Luna’s hard tears running down her cheeks. Either I’m right and I save her from the Nightmare, or I’m wrong and…

Luna closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. After a few moments she pulled back her normal eyes full of tears. “T-tia?”

“I love you Luna, I love you more than a sister should. I’ve loved you for so long the last thousand years were more than a nightmare for me then the nightmare you became I love you!”

Luna sobbed as she clung to her sister… to her truest love. “I love you Tia, I love you.”

Celestia cooed softly kissing her tears away. After a few long moments of holding the night to her she smiled. “Scoot over.”

Luna scooted over her eyes widening as Celestia climbed into the bed next to her. Celestia wrapped a wing around her.

“You are so… beautiful.” Celestia whispered huskily.

Luna swallowed hard before blowing out the candle.

In the dark they healed each other as only lovers can.

Garden by palaikai

Garden by palaikai

Is it that time already?

Luna pulled herself unwillingly out of bed, allowing the light from her sister's sun to warm her sapphire coat; a yawn escaped her muzzle, and her protesting joints demanded that she stretch them or suffer their wrath. One short session of prolongation complete, she looked out of the window to see a perfect azure sky. A sight that she hadn't been able to gaze upon for the best part of a thousand years. It really was the little things: a comfortable bed, the sky, the companionship of other ponies … her sister's love.

Igniting her horn, Luna drew a brush to her hoof and began to sort out the unruly tangle that was her mane. Some childish part of her wanted to look her best, even though it was unlikely Celestia would care about her appearance one way or the other. Her sister always looked so naturally graceful and at-ease, and it was something that Luna envied.

No.

Jealousy had cost her once. Never again.

“Are you up yet?” Her sister's lilting voice carried even through the heavy oak doors. Maybe it was some quirk of the acoustics? Maybe she was projecting it magically? It hardly mattered. It was the sweetest sound in existence, as far as the Moon Princess was concerned and she would gladly listen to it any time of the day or night.

With one last look in the mirror, Luna decided that she was as ready as she ever could be. Day one. “I'm coming.”

It had been something of a whirlwind; one minute, Nightmare Moon had been cackling something about eternal night. The next, Princess Luna, her mind purged of its ill intent, had been sobbing on the ground, begging for forgiveness. She'd kept to herself from then on; spending much of her time in study, catching-up on a thousand years of Equestrian history and advancement. Celestia had given her space, and Luna appreciated that. Their bond had been stretched, but it had not broken.

Suppressing an irritated sigh at how perfect the Sun Princess couldn't help but look, Luna followed her out into the cloisters adjacent to the royal gardens. Spring was in full-bloom, and a plethora of flowers sprouted from their beds. Some, the Moon Princess was able to recognise; others were new to her, either imported from lands that had been discovered during her absence or new hybrids created by clever horticulturists.

Yet another thing to learn about.

“Lovely day, isn't it?”

“Yes, it is,” Luna agreed. She fluttered her wings and affected a look of disdain. “Not as beautiful as my night, of course, but charming enough in its own way.”

Celestia looked at her sharply, but a grin broke out on her face when she saw the mirth behind her younger sister's eyes. “Ever the joker.”

“Old habits.”

The Sun Princess looked at her seriously. Having her sister back after so long was a joy she could barely contain, and yet, there was a twinge of melancholy lacing her happiness. She'd had a thousand years to regret and bemoan what she did; she'd had a thousand years to think, but never once had she considered just how she could ever make it up to Luna. All those lost years …

“What troubles you?” asked Luna, her voice low, concerned.

“I missed you,” Celestia said with naked candour, her eyes moistening.

“I missed you.” A thousand years spent hating the very name Celestia melted away so easily when one looked into those violet orbs.

The sisters talked and explored the gardens until it was time for dinner. Nopony dared approach them, understanding that they needed time to reacquaint. Afterwards, they headed up to the tallest tower in the castle.

“Let's see if I remember how to do this.” Luna's horn blazed with light and she reached out to the heavens, seeking out that distant sphere which had been her home for so long. Its touch was familiar, like an old friend, and she felt more attuned to it than ever as she raised it to its place of prominence in the sky above while her sister correspondingly lowered the sun.

“Every bit as beautiful,” Celestia said, a note of pride creeping into her voice.

“But nowhere near as beautiful as my lovely Celestia.” A thousand years on the moon gave one time to think, gave one time to reflect on their true feelings.

The Sun Princess looked away. Embarrassed? Offended? Finally, she locked eyes with her sister and said, “You're mistaken.” She approached Luna and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Nowhere near as beautiful as my lovely Luna.” Finding her confidence, Celestia added, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Luna replied, pulling her sister into an embrace and fighting back a flood of tears.

Daylight by The Landgrave

Daylight by The Landgrave

Daylight fell across Celestia's closed eyes, the glowing warmth penetrating the lids and prying the lingering claws of sleep from her mind. Her head rose slowly, eyes blinking open, cracking the crust that had formed over night. It was in this state of growing awareness that she began to notice that something was off.

The bed was not her own, nor the room. She recognized them immediately, and with that recognition came memories of the night. A glowing smile pulled at her lips, or would have if not for the treacherous doubt born of too many such mornings were memories proved to be naught but dreams. What strength she had gathered to rise fled from her limbs. Her eyes closed against the light a single tear of lost hope tumbled from her eye to roll down her muzzle.

A moist warmth blossomed on her cheek, catching the salty tear before it could stain her lost sister's pillow. "Tia?"

Celestia's heart stopped, her ears folding back against the phantom voice that she knew could not be there. Was she so far gone that her dreams had made good their hold over her waking hours as well?

The warmth returned, dryer, but spreading across the whole of her muzzle, pressing in a far more familiar, intimate nuzzle than no pony would ever dare. "Tia," the phantom whispered again, "'tis time to awaken."

Scrunching her eyes shut, Celestia wished the infernal light would let her return to sleep. Her eyes popped open, unheeding of the glaring light, of the light from the sun that she had not brought from below the horizon.

"Goodmorning s--"

Celestia reached out, cutting Luna off with a hoof pressed lightly against her lips. She blinked away more tears as her hoof moved, sliding against her sister's cheek. The pressure was returned, Luna nuzzling against the hoof even as it was drawn back.

Words sought escape from her mouth, but her tongue refused to cooperate, leaving her mouth to move without sound. Even as she reached out a second time, feeling the soft, solid... real presence of her sister, Celestia's mind refused to acknowledge that it was true. How many times had she dreamt of this? How many mornings had woken up, only to wake up again and find it all just another dream?

She wasn't real. She couldn't let herself think that she was. She couldn't bear that heartache again.

"T--Tia?"

Celestia pushed away from the phantom, tears streaming down her muzzle. It was just another dream. Just a dream, and now that she recognized that she would wake up. That look of hurt was fake, it wasn't real. She wasn't really Luna. Soon she would wake up and... and... what? What did the waking world hold for her but centuries more loneliness?

The phantom... the dream of her beloved sister pulled her into an embrace, and she didn't fight it. She reveled in it, soaking in the feel of her sister's coat against her own, the hot tears soaking into her shoulder, the desperate whisper reassuring her that it was no dream, that it was real, that Luna was returned to her.

Was it a dream? She couldn't be sure.

But, for now, that didn't matter. She had her sister back, and she wouldn't squander another precious moment of her company.

Cheese by ultra1437

Cheese by ultra1437

~Three thousand years in the past~

“The moon is totally made of cheese! Discord said so!” Luna yelled as she stomped a hoof. Her tail swished in agitation.

“Nu-uh! You just blindly believe everything he says? What if he said that Dragons would one day be the scholars of the world! The moon is not made of cheese, Lu.” Celestia, the elder between the two, shouted back. She harrumphed and started walking away.

“Then I would call his bluff! The moon is too made of cheese!” Luna took off after her sister, intent on winning this argument.

“Is not!” Though they were fully grown, the two mares are still prone to childish sibling spats.

“Is too!”

“Is not!” With a war-scream, Luna launched herself at Celestia, and the battle was on.

~Present day Equestria~

Luna, snuggled into her sister’s side, looked back fondly on the lives they’d lived. “Hey, Celly?”

“Yes, Lu?” Celestia’s wing wrapped around Luna as she shivered from the cold winter air.

“You remember that one fight?” Luna’s voice was little more than a whisper.

Celestia chuckled. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific, Lu. I remember a lot of our little fights.”

“I meant the one where we fought over whether the moon was made of cheese or not.” Luna looked up to her bigger sister as her ears folded back.

Celestia nodded. “Ah, yes I remember that one. We both ended up in the infirmary, yes?”

Luna stayed silent a moment, enjoying her sister’s warmth. Celestia was content in letting Luna continue at her own pace.

She smiled up at her big sister. “Yes, we did. I now have a definitive answer to that argument. The moon is most definitely not made of cheese. It is a giant rock.” The smile faded, a frown taking its place as she whispered, “That means you were right all along, like with so many other things.”

Celestia’s eyes widened and her head whipped around from the stars she’d been looking at to her sister. “Hey now, none of that, Lu. Just because I was right in the end didn’t mean I knew it at the time.” She nuzzled Luna for a few seconds before continuing, “Besides, while you were confirming that I was wrong plenty of times.”

Luna looked skeptical. “Like what?”

“A big example that happened recently was Sunset Shimmer. She had the potential to become a great mage, but her lack of foresight and patience led to her turning down magic’s darker paths.” She sighed. “I had originally hoped her to become the Element of Magic, but that obviously didn’t pan out, and I thought for a few weeks that I would have to kill you…”

Luna nuzzled her sister’s neck. “But you did not have to kill me, Celly.”

“That doesn’t mean I didn’t think I wouldn’t have to kill you.” Celestia sniffled once. “My beloved little sister.” She sniffled again, shutting her eyes. “Then Twilight came along, and the rest was history.”

“And I am so grateful to you and her for freeing me from that nightmare…” Luna’s neck craned up and she nuzzled directly against her much larger sister’s cheek, before pecking Celestia on the lips.

Celestia’s eyes flew open in shock. “Luna! W-what was that about?”

“I have something to confess, Celly.” Luna shrunk away slightly at her sister’s expression. “I can’t bottle this up anymore. I… love you.” She shut her eyes and continued, “The real reason I fell and turned into Nightmare Moon was because I could not control my feelings. For you. I…”

Celestia drew her wing tighter about her sister. “How long, Lu? How long have you had these feelings?”

“I cannot remember a time without them, Celestia.” She blinked back a tear. “I would rather you know now so we can do something about it. I hat- I hate not being able to go to anypony about these feelings.” Celestia’s wingtip drew against her cheek and she winced as if it struck her.

“Luna, look at me.” Luna’s head raised only a few inches before Celestia’s mouth met her own again. Luna melted into their shared kiss. After a minute, Celestia pulled away. “Despite what you think, I don’t hate you, or find you disgusting.” She blushed and looked away. “I’m afraid I’ve had much the same thoughts, just not as long as you have.”

Luna blushed in time. “Y-you mean?”

“Yes, Lu. I love you too.”

Space by palaikai

Space by palaikai

The soft glowing light of the sun began to creep above the hills, forcing the gentle blue hues of the moon's radiance aside. Luna stared, her eyes blazing with a cold hatred that had been building up within her for months. The heavens themselves had been lit up with a meteor shower the likes of which Equestria had never seen before, and apart from a few insomniacs and astrology enthusiasts, nopony had borne witness to it.

What was the point? Why have dominion over a realm if nopony was there to appreciate it? Why painstakingly, artistically arrange every twinkling dot in the skies above if everypony was asleep while it happened?

Perfect, beautiful Princess Celestia approached – even though it was early in the morning, not a hair was out of place, her alabaster coat was practically glowing – the tower, only a stifled yawn betraying the air of cool confidence she emanated. Violet eyes glowered at her sister. “Luna, it's time to lower the moon,” she snapped.

The Princess of the Night quaked with a barely-contained fury. How dare she treat her like a subject to be commanded, no more deserving of her respect than a peasant. “No,” Luna said simply, her voice quiet but sharp enough to rend steel.

“I don't have time for your games, Lulu,” Celestia groused as if she were speaking to a wayward child. “Lower the moon.”

Luna ground her teeth; thoughts were forming in her mind that were partly her own, but were fuelled by something … other. Power surged through her body and tiny electrical sparks began to cascade around her.

“What are you ...” began the Sun Princess, but she she didn't have a chance to finish as a sphere of incandescent energy erupted from Luna's horn and travelled swiftly in her direction. She deflected it with a defensive spell, but it was no easy task. Panting, Celestia said, “Luna, whatever's bothering you, we can talk about it. You don't have to do this.”

“No!” howled Luna, lunging forth and plunging her horn deep into Celestia's exposed flank, right in the centre of her cutie mark.

A scream pierced the chill silence; scarlet began to blossom, staining that flawless white coat. “Why?” Celestia whimpered, tears leaking from her eyes.

“You ask why?” growled Luna, drunk on this new energy source coursing within her. Her mind felt strangely clear, though, as if a fog had suddenly been lifted. Celestia had been given everything. Power over the sun, a beautiful kingdom, ponies who loved her unconditionally; anything else she wanted, she took without a second thought. Even her own younger sister was just another plaything to her, to be discarded at a whim. “Look inside yourself, dear sister. Can you really say this day was not inevitable?”

“Luna, please ...”

“Luna is dead.” Beautiful sapphire turned to dark, dangerous black. “You will address me as Nightmare Moon!”

“I don't want to fight you,” the Sun Princess said weakly, trying to draw herself to her hooves despite the pain crippling her. “I just want my sister back. Please, fight this. I don't know what's gotten into you, but this is not who you really are.”

“You no longer have a sister.” Nightmare Moon's voice echoed along the castle walls, shaking their very foundations. With such power, she fancied she could tear the palace apart with nothing more than the sound of her voice. “You haven't had a sister for a long time.”

“What do you mean?” Celestia's hoof went to her side, trying to staunch the flow of blood.

“That night you went to my, to Luna's room,” explained Nightmare Moon. “You weren't looking for her as a sister, you wanted more. You took advantage of a young filly's innocence.”

“I said that we would be the only constant in each other's lives,” replied the Sun Princess, a hollow feeling forming in her stomach as Nightmare Moon twisted the memories of a beautiful experience to suit her own warped perspective. “Luna understood that. She was willing.”

“You took, as you take everything else that you want.”

Nightmare Moon prepared to strike again, but Celestia's body floated into the air, propelled by some force other than her wings; her eyes turned every bit as white as her coat, and her body was suffused with a glow that seemed to both be a part of her and not. It was as if she were drawing in power from the world around her. A rainbow beam coruscated from from her horn, striking Nightmare Moon dead centre.

“I'm so sorry,” Celestia said. “I'm so sorry that I failed you.”

In a burst of effulgent light, it was over.

*

Nightmare Moon awoke. All around her was an empty expanse of white. She looked up to see the shining orb of Equus far above. Or was it below? It hardly mattered. She sensed the wall of energy, blockading the the world from her touch.

Very softly, she began to sob. “I love you, Celestia,” the last vestiges of Princess Luna said before they were lost to Nightmare Moon's toxic influence. “Do not forget me, dear sister.”

*

“I love you, Luna,” Celestia said, looking up at the moon. A dark shadow had begun to form across its pristine surface. “Come back to me, please.”

Author's Note

Day by ultra1437

Day by ultra1437

Celestia had cancelled court for the day. She gave no reason why, but the rumor mill was already flying. A tryst with a new lover? Is there another new threat to Equestria? Was it just because it was a particularly bad Wednesday? For all their speculation, the real answer was mundane. Luna had caught a summer cold.

Celestia stepped into her sister’s room, noting that the curtains weren’t drawn tightly shut and, for once, letting the sunlight warm the room. It’d been centuries since she’d been sick herself. Viruses and bacteria tended not to stand up well to the power of the sun coursing through a pony’s body.

“How’re you feeling, Lu?” Celestia looked over to her sister, telekinetically readjusting the water-filled cloth on Luna’s forehead.

Luna coughed loudly twice, jostling several blankets covering her up. Her voice rasped, “I am still cold, Celly.” The blankets continued to shudder softly.

Celestia looked around her little sister’s room, spotting several dozen candles. Lighting her horn, the candles in the room followed suit.

Luna noticed the candles light and smiled. “Thanks, Celly.” Her shivering lessened slightly after a minute.

“It’s no problem, Lu.” Celestia smiled softly.

Celestia had one idea that would warm her sister up. There was nothing like the power of a sun to help a sister beat her cold.

“Are you still cold, Lu?”

Luna coughed once. “A little.” The shivering never stopped.

That tore it. Celestia stood and poked her muzzle against the blankets, doing her best not to disturb them.

“W-What are you doing, Celestia?” Luna looked to see her sister’s head disappear under the blankets before a muzzle bumped up against her wing.

“Helping warm you up,” Celestia replied, her voice muffled. She stepped up and under the blankets, pulling Luna’s smaller body against her barrel.

“W-Will–” Luna coughed. “–you not get sick? I do not want you to catch my cold, sister!” Luna descended into a coughing fit.

As the fit subsided, Celestia levitated over a glass of water, poking the straw against her sister’s muzzle. “You know how hard it is for me to get sick, Lu. The sun’s heat flows through my body, and the only way I can share it with you is if I cuddle you.”

As Luna sipped at her water, Celestia removed the water cloth, replacing it with another. “See? You’ve stopped shivering.”

“I-I have.” Luna lifted her head, looking down at the still blankets. “I still do not wish to see you sick, sister.” Her head flopped down against the pillow before it was repositioned against her big sister’s neck. Celestia jumped as the water cloth fell onto her neck.

Luna felt the cloth return to her forehead, again. Celestia whispered, “If I do get sick, then you can help take care of me, alright?”

“Alright, Celly. Just do not expect me to be as... cuddly, as you are. My body heat is not nearly as plentiful as yours.” Luna felt her eyelids growing heavy, and she was soon sleeping peacefully against the big, warm blob that was her sister.

Celestia drifted off into a doze as well, soothed by her little sister’s presence.

Doctor by The Princess Rarity

Doctor by The Princess Rarity

It was deadly silent on this cold autumn evening. The trees were bare, a piercing wind coursed through the air, and it was eerie outside. Luna adjusted the long multicolored scarf around her neck, and she shivered.

"Where have you been?" a harsh whisper suddenly said.

Luna's eyes went wide, and she looked up to see her sister standing on the balcony, looking down at her disapprovingly.

"Celestia, I - I-" Luna stammered. She couldn't tell the truth; could she?

"You've been gone for three days!" Celestia shot back. She fluttered down to the ground and landed down next to her younger sister, who was surprised when she was hugged. "I was worried sick." She noticed the scarf and raised an eyebrow. "Where did you get this ridiculous thing?"

"From a friend," Luna said wistfully.

She looked up, and noticed a flash of white and blue in the night sky. Her smile twitched, and she sighed.

Celestia shook her head. "You can't keep disappearing like this," she retorted. "We have a nation to rule."

Luna nodded. "Yes, Tia," she murmured.

-xoxo-

"When will you ever tell me where you're going?" Celestia asked. "I don't understand it; you run off and then you come back, with the strangest stories. I have a feeling that this friend of yours isn't exactly stable."

Luna softly chuckled. "He is," she assured. "But the reason I don't tell you," She smirked. "It's because I don't even know."

Celestia's eyes went wide. "What?" she inquired. She grabbed her sister's hoof before she could run off. "Luna, explain. You've done for this so long, ever since before your banishment and now that you're back, you're running away again? You have to tell me something. I'm entitled to know."

Luna hesitated.

"He's wonderful," she sighed. "He even visited me when I was on the moon. Equestria wouldn't be the same without him."

"How?" Celestia murmured.

"If I told you why, you would accuse me of being insane," Luna admitted.

Her tone was strangely serious, and it took a moment for Celestia to realize that her sister wasn't kidding around. She stammered, unable to say anything. And even if she wanted to, she was cut off by a loud whirring noise, and right there, in the center of the Castle Hall, something materialized right then and there.

Celestia's jaw fell. "What in the world is that?" she muttered.

"It's a police box, can't you read?" Luna mused. She laughed when her sister was even more surprised as a pony emerged from the box. "I told him not to land here."

"Legs! I've still got legs!" the pony yelled, in a vaguely Trottingham-sounding accent. "Does anypony have a mirror?" He felt his face, and squished it in between his hooves. "Oh, please don't tell me I got old."

"You're still young, Doctor, no worries," Luna spoke up.

"Ha, wonderful," he said. He noticed Celestia, and gave a curt nod. "Hello, ma'am. Are you the lovely sister Luna speaks so highly of?"

"Yes, I am," Celestia replied shakily. "Who are you?"

The pony extended a hoof for a shake, but he fell down. "Damn this new body," he muttered.

Luna helped him up, and smiled at her sister. "This is The Doctor," she announced. "He's... well," She gave a shaky grin. "He's a time traveler."

"That's right," The Doctor said proudly. "All of time and space, anywhere and everywhere you want to go! All courtesy of the 'ole girl here," He pointed to the police box, and smoke was starting to billow out. "It's bigger on the inside, and right now... I wouldn't advise going inside."

Celestia blinked slowly.

"Doctor, I think we broke her," Luna muttered.

Popcorn by The Landgrave

Popcorn by The Landgrave

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Luna stared intently at the screen, her field grasping the controller a little tighter than strictly necessary. Her diminutive unicorn avatar, resplendent in a light but effective suit of armor, dodged the attack by the an earth pony, easily three times her size, with the greatsword gripped between its teeth. She managed to score two quick hits before he recovered, only to be thrown half way across the arena by his spinning attack and losing a third of her health in the process.

She cursed, barely drinking down the 'Estus' flask and rolling away again before the earth pony's next swing could land.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

The next few seconds were spent with more dodging, Luna waiting for another opportunity to strike.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Luna's withers were tight, wings pressed hard against her sides. This was her tenth time trying to beat the corrupted knight Astoria. Her two companions had already perished and she was down to her last two 'Estus' flasks. But Astoria was in no better shape, her health bar so low that Luna could taste her victory.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

There it was! The perfect chance to strike and end it! Luna dodged in and swung... but misjudged the distance, her halberd throwing her character off balance long enough for Astoria to return the favor.

Her character crumpled, fading into dust as that mocking message appeared on the screen.

"Aww! Lulu, I thought you had her that time."

Luna was nearly trembling as she watched her knight reappear by the bonfire, a drawn and wasted mockery of its former glory. The controller launched across the room, only saved from an explosive impact with the wall by Celestia's golden field.

"Lulu!" Celestia scolded.

Luna rounded on her, glaring up at Celestia lounged on the couch behind her, a large bag of popcorn nestled comfortably against her barrel. "I give up! I'm done! This game is stupid and I never want to see it again!"

With that she stormed out.

Five minutes later she stormed back in, taking the controller back and settling down again to start all over.

Celestia just smiled, giving her a light peck on the cheek before wishing her luck and popping another bundle of popcorn into her mouth.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Windows by lyra_lover777

Windows by lyra_lover777

Windows by lyra_lover777

Celestia rubbed her groggy eyes as she opened her eyes. Her sister was next to her, tongue lolling out, her hoof in Celestia's...

Celestia jumped, galloping out of the room as her sister opened her eyes, wondering why her hoof was so wet.

Celestia pushed past her guards, knocking them over as she reached her throne room. She shut and locked the giant wooden doors and collapsed on her throne.

She took a brush that was laying in her bedroom and teleported it to her throne room. She brushed out her matted fur and mane as she shook her head quietly.

Celestia knew she had always felt a bit attracted to Luna. But last night, while she and her sister were sipping mugs of cider, it must have come out.

Celestia felt a leap of joy in her heart when she realized her sister liked her back, but it quickly was dismissed, Celestia sighing and slouching farther into her throne.

She then heard shouts and collective gasps coming from the hallway, where the stained glass windows were lined up.

She knew that the windows recorded special events, such as the Elements of Harmony's defeat of Discord and Nightmare Moon. They did so without any help from anypony, and they could not be removed. So when Celestia opened her throne room doors to see a crowd of ponies crowded around a new stained glass window, she wondered what it was.

When the ponies around the new window saw her coming , they either bowed or galloped away screaming.

Celestia looked confused as she approached the new window. Her mouth fell open.

On it were Celestia and Luna, actively doing dirty deeds to each other. Making out, hugging, Celestia standing over Luna, her...

Celestia screamed as she summoned a sledge hammer and smashed the window to pieces. But the window was undestructable, and Celestia furiously struck the window time and time again until she collapsed of exuastion.

Celestia REALLY hated windows.

Wax by Nom_deCheval

Wax by Nom_deCheval

Wax by Nom_deCheval

Wax

They pulled back from their embrace, meeting each other’s gaze immediately. Celestia leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the lips, gentle and soft.

“It feels like it hast been ages, Sister.”

“I know, Lulu. I’m sorry, but there have been so many details that I have been attending and matters of state that have required my—“

She brought her wing up to touch Celestia’s lips. The smile on her face only a fraction of the smile in her eyes. “We do not require an explanation. We simply grateful for finally getting to spend time together again.”

Celestia’s withers relaxed and the feathers on the tips of her wings ruffled once and then fell in tightly with the others. “Thank you. You’ve always been so understanding.”

“You seem troubled, Sister,” she said. “We saw thy body relax just now. Hast something been vexing you?”

Taking a few steps back, Celestia laughed under her breath.

“I’m not sure that is the right term for it, Lulu. Concern, perhaps? Doubt?” Celestia said.

“Doubt? What couldst cause doubt to cross into thy mind? Thou art the wisest and most solemn being in all of Equestria!” she proclaimed.

“I wish I felt that were true,” Celestia chuckled.

“Dost thou wish to talk about it?” she asked.

The expression on Celestia’s face was a reflection of the mare across from her. Soft and understanding, layered over what could only be called love.

“I do,” Celestia said. “I truly do, but…but I don’t think this is a good time. Perhaps someday soon I’ll be able to tell you more, but right now I just can’t.”

As her face fell, her expression dropped. Her eyes focused on no particular spot on the floor. It was possible she wasn’t even seeing it. “We…understand.”

“No!” Celestia rushed forward, her wingtip touching underneath her chin, raising her eyes back up. “No, it isn’t that. Don’t think that it’s because of you. It’s not. It could never be you.” Celestia’s eyes glistened with tears. “I love you.”

In a single lunge the smaller mare was pressed against the other. Their necks slid up and down in an affectionate hug.

“Oh thank you, Sister! We were concerned that thou had lost all of thy passion for us. It would have been devastating,” she confessed through tears.

“Never, my love.” She pulled back again and looked into her eyes. “I will always love you. Always and forever.”

“Celestia?” a voice called from beyond the room, causing both of them to look. “Are you in there?”

Turning back, Celestia spoke evenly and calmly. “I have to go now. I want you to sleep.”

“Very well, Sister, but…you will be coming back soon, yes?” she asked.

“Of course I will,” she sighed lovingly.

A golden glow surrounded her and raised her up, moving her over to her resting place. Celestia turned just as the voice entered.

“Tia, I—“ Luna stopped, staring at the figure residing on the raised display. “Is that a statue of…me?”

“Yes, it is,” Celestia said. “It’s a wax form I had made shortly after I…after you…” She took a deep breath. “I’ve had it for about a thousand years now.”

Luna walked around it, studying it carefully. “It is remarkably well crafted. It’s made of wax you say? Why that and not stone or metal?”

“Wax is softer and more…giving,” Celestia explained with a smile.

“It is an excellent likeness,” Luna stated. “It should be on display.”

“I actually like it being here, in a private room where I could visit it…alone,” Celestia said.

Luna looked at her and nodded once. “I suppose.”

“Come, Luna. We have work to do. I can’t tarry here any longer.”

They walked out of the room together, Celestia dimming the lights as they exited.

Author's Note

............No. I'm okay. I'm not crying.

Memories by The Landgrave

Memories by The Landgrave

Cadance lay in her bed, a thin paperback book held open be the slender fingers of one hand while the other twirled a pink lock of her hair. Her eyes moved slowly over the page as she read, taking her time to enjoy the book.

It was the sound of the door opening that drew her eye away, and she smiled. There, in dorky blue and white striped pajamas, complete with floppy, fuzzy ball topped hat. In one hand he carried a small plate, in the other, a tall glass of milk. She sat up straighter, ready to welcome her lover into bed. Then she saw the cookies and screamed.

One year after Luna's return.

Cadance trotted down the hallway to Celestia's room, her head so lost in the legal documents that the rest of the world might as well not exist. She didn't even notice the lack of guards, nor the sound dampening spell on the door, or even that said door was slightly ajar.

"Auntie, I'm having trouble with these..." she looked up and froze, eyes locked on the scene before her as three heads turned to face her.

Celestia pulled her lips away from the Luna in front of her, whose hands were still intwined in her flowing multi-colored hair. "Now may not be the best time, Cadance. Why don't you come back in about an hour."

"An hour?" asked the Luna behind Celestia, arms wrapped tightly around her sister's waist. "We shall require two at the minimum."

A dark light blue wall of magic formed in front of the still frozen princess, pushing her back until she was out the door and slamming it shut.

Cadance's magic shot the plate from Shining's hand, destroying it and the Oreos it carried.

Fizzle (or the sound the sun makes when it goes out) by archonix

Fizzle (or the sound the sun makes when it goes out) by archonix

In the late afternoon, between shafts of golden light that cut through still and dusty air, Celestia surveyed the empty Solar Court through equally empty eyes. Habit had brought her there, the muscle memory of centuries dragging her limbs without conscious thought through the corridors of the palace, on a route that had long ago become so ingrained in her mind that she might be able to draw every nook and cranny and crack and carpet of it from memory.

Why was she there? The day had been set aside on her calendar for months. Nopony had expected her to be there – not even the usual hopefuls who turned up on national holidays, eager for the chance to catch her unawares, as if that might help whatever petition they had brought. She had no reason to be there, on her throne, waiting for courtiers who would not arrive. They had been told to stay away.

The light of the sun inched further across the empty floor, lighting the white marble gold and blue, and green and purple, and every other colour contained within the tall, slender windows that depicted events from Equestria's history. All except one.

It had been so long.

"A thousand years," she announced to the room at large. Her voice echoed strangely without the ever-present mass of ponies to absorb it. The noise served to wake her mind from whatever fuge it had entered. Celestia looked about herself, taking in the still air and the golden light. Light that had already started to take on a somewhat strained quality to her arcane sight.

Carefully, one limb at a time, Celestia tore herself from the comfortable, familiar throne and descended the dais that served to isolate her from the world. She took one last look at the throne and bowed her head. With a gentle touch of her magic, the crown she had worn for the last millenium slipped from her head and settled on the floor at her hooves. She turned and walked toward the great doors of the throne room.

Those few servants that remained in the palace watched warily as she stalked toward the western wing. If they noticed the absence of the crown on her head, they said nothing, and in a perverse way that fact pleased Celestia. She had always prided herself on the discretion of her staff, especially in those days and months when she allowed herself to partake of what might be considered less than savoury pursuits. No scandal had ever erupted, not even that year she had spent seducing every pony that crossed her path. Or perhaps their discretion was found in not informing her of the scandal...

But that was the talk of paranoia, and she was not a paranoid princess. Raising her snout just a little, Celestia forged onward toward the west and her sister's domain.

Luna had always insisted on maintaining her apartments to the west of Celestia's living accommodation, and that habit had not been broken by her lunar sojourn. In the west, she said, the sun would set itself and the dark of night reined the day for a time. It was her idea of a joke.

The corridors around Luna's private rooms were deserted and silent, shrouded in magic that was as novel to the world as it was ancient, the like of which ad not been seen for centuries. Even at this remove its crackling energy tingled in Celestia's spine and out to the tips of her outstretched wings, tantalising her body in ways she had forgotten were possible.

A door opened as she approached, admitting Celestia to the dimly lit corridor beyond. She paused beyond the threshold; the door closed behind her in near silence, trapping her in that place as surely as any cage.

"Luna?"

There was no answer to her call. Perhaps Luna had fallen asleep—but the magic was still strong, still growing. She wouldn't be asleep for this. Steeling herself, Celestia pushed through the curtains that bound the corridor and into the space beyond.

Bright sunlight filled the room, flowing through a bank of slender, gothic-styled windows that filled an entire wall. A fire pit of white marble rose from a silvery granite floor. Any other details of the room seemed to slip from Celestia's mind the moment she turned from them, leaving only the faintest impressions of form and colour. Black steel, velvety red, something that might have been a tapestry or a curtain across another door. No fire burned in the pit, and when she looked up at the window she saw the sun hanging beneath the moon in a bright afternoon sky.

"You came," said a voice. Luna's voice, she thought. Celestia turned from the sky, but no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find her sister.

"Did I have a choice?"

Shadows flowed across the walls, coalescing around a dark recess in the wall. She blinked, and the recess was a doorway, and Luna was stepping out into the light.

"We always have a choice, sister," she said, with just the hint of a smile. Her coat was dark, far darker than usual. "Or so I had believed. You have come freely?"

"I have. But Luna, it will terrify them. They haven't seen anything like this for centuries."

Luna's steps took her in a circle around Celestia. "Your careful regimenting of the sky saw to that, sister. The moon fixed to the night, the seasons and years tied to your sun," she said as she passed by Celestia's rear, and paused a moment to smile at her mark. "The wanderers forgotten, the cycles forgotten. The wax and the wane, approach and retreat..."

"I had no choice."

Luna stood before her again, though Celestia couldn't quite recall when she had reached that point. "Perhaps while I was gone, that is true. Yet now I am here once again."

"And I," Celestia replied quietly. She raised a hoof, moved a step toward her sister. "Luna, it's been a long time. The world changes."

"You hint of social mores and reputation ." Luna snorted. "I am the epitome of change, Celestia. I know that flux is the norm, but change must be wrought upon eternal foundations or it will come to nothing. The moon wanders night and day, changes her countenance, and brings inspiration and insanity in equal measure, but she is always the moon. She exists, no matter how her face might alter."

"They have forgotten."

"Then let them remember! And let you remember too," Luna said. She leaned toward Celestia, raising her mouth close to Celestia's ear as she spoke. "You want this, you need this, sister. I know of your dalliances and your private scandals, how you sate your passions and seek oblivion between the legs of others. Oh yes, I know. The palace staff are not as discreet as you wish to believe, when their bellies are filled with food and mead and their minds tantalised by visions and dreams."

So much for that, Celestia thought, lowering her head. "It's true that I desired... but ponies cannot accept such things! It would be abhorrent to them."

"Abhorrent." Luna stepped away, turning to look out at the moon. By now few could have failed to notice its proximity to the sun. She imagined Twilight frantically studying the event, rushing from book to book as she tried to understand the processes involved. "They accepted it before. They celebrated it, with horns blown across the land and feasts in our honour!" Luna took a graceful leap to the sill beneath the window and turned, spreading her wings so that the sun rested over one and the slender crescent of the moon over the other. "Every new moon they would call out and feast and celebrate, and we would make love beneath the darkening sky. Every month we would renew the bonds of our spheres before the assembled tribes! You revelled in it, sister! You rejoiced and you were taken by the darkness, and born again to new light!"

With panting breath that ghosted white in the room, despite the warmth, Luna looked down at Celestia. Her eyes shone and her cheeks glowed, and steam rose from her back in the sun's bright heat. Celestia was panting too, despite herself, as ancient magic flowed between them. She tried to blink, but found her eyelids langorous and slow; tried to speak, but found her tongue thick and her mouth slack. She could only groan beneath the pent up desire of a thousand years.

"Remember it," Luna called, as she stepped down to the floor.

"Remember," she said as she strode toward Celestia's shivering form.

"Remember," she whispered, as her face drew close to Celestia's own.

And then her breath was against Celestia's cheek, hot and moist as a summer's night. Celestia's lips parted; she closed her eyes as Luna pressed forward against her. They kissed, and as the sun was put out and the moon cast her shadow across the earth, Celestia fell into the black embrace of Luna's wings, and lost herself to oblivion.

Broken by ultra1437

Broken by ultra1437

After a pair of loud knocks, Luna’s door opened and her sister’s head popped in. “Good evening, Luna.”

Luna sat at her armoire as she brushed her cornflower-blue mane. “Good evening, sister. I trust you are doing well?”

Celestia strode up to Luna as she replied, “As I can, yes.” Taking another of Luna’s brushes in her magic, she helped Luna with her combing.

“Is there anything you need, sister?”

“Nope,” Celestia replied simply.

“Then–” Luna found a hoof against her lips.

“I wished to spend some time with you before I headed off to sleep.” Celestia removed her hoof and added another brush, this one running through Luna’s tail.

“I see.” A comfortable silence settled around them for a few minutes.

Celestia tisked, clicking her tongue. Luna looked up to her big sister. “I-I must confess. I lied.” The brushes stopped and were set down on the armoire. “I do have something to ask you, Luna.”

Celestia wrapped her wings around Luna and pulled her into a crushing hug. Luna thought it was some sort of joke, until something started dropping on her head softly. She looked up to see Celestia crying.

Luna burst out, “‘Tia? What is wrong? Why are you–” She couldn’t speak any further as Celestia tightened her grip further and Celestia’s nose bumped against hers.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry…” Celestia cried desperately.

“‘Tia! I can’t breathe!”

Celestia suddenly let go, fearing she hurt Luna. Tears flowing faster, she curled into a ball constantly chanting “I’m sorry” over and over.

Luna was thoroughly confused. “‘Tia? What are you sorry for?” Luna nuzzled against her sister’s side.

Celestia’s head rose, looking over to her. “For abandoning you when you needed me!”

“Abandoning… me?” Luna shot her sister a queer look.

“Yes!” Celestia wailed. “I abandoned you, and you became Nightmare Moon!”

Luna was floored. Celestia had punished herself and felt so much guilt over the event, even now? “‘Tia,” Luna spoke determinedly. “Celestia. Look at me.”

Celestia’s head peeked up and she looked at Luna.

Luna put a hoof under Celestia’s chin to make sure she couldn’t look away. “You didn’t abandon me. I…” She looked away ashamedly. “You will hate me for the real reason.”

Celestia immediately uncurled herself and pulled Luna into another hug, much gentler this time. “Never. I could never hate you, Lu. Never in a million years.”

Luna let herself be hugged, but she didn’t believe Celestia one bit. “I… you remember how I seemed to follow you around when I was young?”

Celestia nodded. “I do. You look much like you did back then.”

“There was a reason I suddenly stopped.” Luna gulped. “It was my feelings. For you.”

Celestia said nothing, waiting for Luna to continue.

Luna buried her head in her sister’s fur and she whispered, “‘Tia… I love you.”

“And I love you too, Luna.”

“No, sister. I love you,” Luna put emphasis on the word love to make her point. Celestia stiffened, but otherwise hadn’t reacted. Luna took that as her cue to continue, “I followed you around because I thought it was some stupid crush.” She took a deep breath. “After awhile, I realized it wasn’t. I… didn’t want to push these feelings on you, and make you feel disgusted. Or worse, obligated to return them.”

“So I hid myself away. I refused to meet with anypony, thinking they somehow knew my secret. Worst of all, I hid from you so I wouldn’t have to deal with my feelings. I stopped sleeping for the same reason.” Luna tightened her grip on her sister’s barrel. “But that left me lonely, so I threw myself into my work.” Luna laughed sadly. “That was what caused it. The Nightmare caught me off guard after several weeks straight of working without sleep.”

Luna released Celestia and stood back, looking her in the eye as tears threatened to fall. “And now, rather than cause it all over again, I would rather tell you so we can get me fixed. So I can be normal.”

“Fixed?” Celestia stared at Luna, her mask betraying her internal conflict. “Luna. There’s nothing to fix.” Luna looked up at her sister. “You’re not broken, Luna. I… will admit being surprised by your confession, but you are not broken.” She scooped Luna into a wing.

“D-Don’t you find it disgusting?” Luna mewled. “That I am in love with my sister?” Celestia walked over to the bed and laid down, laying Luna on her belly.

“No, Luna. I don’t.” Celestia’s head moved down to kiss Luna under her horn. “I see my beautiful little sister who loves me as much as I do her.”

Luna jerked, nearly pushing her horn into Celestia’s nose. An instant later, Celestia cut off any attempted reply with her lips pressing firmly against Luna’s. After a few seconds, she pulled back.

“I love you too, Luna. Once you were gone, all I could think of was my sister.” Celestia turned away. “While you were in the moon, those feelings of loneliness and longing turned into guilt and shame. I found myself dreaming of you constantly, and all those little things you used to do for me before your banishment… I’ve fallen for you, Luna.” She turned back and poked Luna’s nose with a hoof. “If you’re broken, then so am I. And I don’t want to be fixed. I just want to love my sister.”

“Then, why did you break down earlier?” Luna moved forward, nuzzling Celestia.

Celestia sighed. “I couldn’t admit my feelings for you. My guilt broke my resolve.”

“That’s it?” Luna snuggled into her sister’s warmth.

“That’s it.”

“‘Tia?” Luna craned her neck up to see Celestia looking down at her.

“Yes?”

“We’re both idiots,” Luna spoke with the honesty usually only a child could manage.

Celestia burst out laughing, Luna joining shortly after. After a moment, they calmed down. “Yes, Lu. Yes we are.”

Preening by Nom_deCheval

Preening by Nom_deCheval

Preening by Nom_deCheval

“Ouch.”

She spit the feather out of her mouth and moved back to her wing, nuzzling through several until her lips found one that was slightly loose and she tugged firmly. Defiantly it remained in place as her lips slipped free. Something akin to a growl grew in her throat as she went back and clamped her teeth down onto the stubborn feather. With a sharp yank of her head and neck she popped the feather free.

“Ouch.” She said flatly as she spit the feather from her mouth.

“Luna?”

The Princess of the Night took a moment to look up at her sister who stood in the doorway to her chambers. She immediately went back to work.

“Sister.”

“Luna, what’s wrong?” Celestia stepped fully into the room, blinking as she tried to adjust to the dim light of chamber.

“Nothing.” Pressing her nose through her left wing, she continued to assess things on a feather-by-feather basis. She pulled back and quickly spit another feather out of her mouth.

“I was concerned. You didn’t show up for breakfast this morning.” Celestia spoke in a smooth, calming tone. “Everypony was a bit surprised, actually.”

“My apologies.” Her head was still hidden among her feathers.

“Luna, don’t be like this.” Celestia stepped closer and nuzzled her sister lovingly.

Even if she had been struck by lightning, Luna could not have reacted faster. She pulled away, scrambling back and away from Celestia.

“Luna…?” Celestia’s voice fell slightly.

“You startled me,” Luna answered quickly.

Taking a deep breath, Celestia let a smile grow onto her face. “Stop lying. You’ve never been very good at it, and it’s obvious that something is bothering you. As long as I can remember you’ve always turned to a rather aggressive preening session when something was on your mind.” Her own wings spread open with the feathers fully stretched open on display. “I’m your sister. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“…that’s what’s wrong,” Luna mumbled.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t quite hear you,” Celestia stated.

“Nothing. I was just saying that I fell asleep.” With a very deliberate motion, Luna flared out her wings and then pulled them in tight against her body.

“So?” Celestia laughed. “Everypony sleeps.”

“True, but…” Luna trailed off momentarily. “While I was away, you took on my role as the shepherd of the moon, raising and setting it each day. What you did not do was take on my duty as the guardian of dreams. It’s a difficult task.”

“Oh, I have no doubt of that, but I don’t see what that has to do with you falling asleep or being late to breakfast,” Celestia said.

“It is my duty to help guide ponies through their dreams, especially when they become a threat or danger to themselves. I help ponies in their times of trouble, and it brings me great comfort to do so,” Luna said.

“That’s wonderful, both in what you do and how it makes you feel, Luna,” Celestia replied, “but you still haven’t explained why—”

“No pony can do this for me,” she interrupted. “I do dream, you know. If something happens in one of my dreams, there is no pony who can help.”

“Oh, Luna.” Celestia stepped towards her, causing Luna to recoil slightly once more. “You had a nightmare. I’m so sorry.”

“It wasn’t…” she took a deep breath. “Yes, thank you. I was troubled by a…a nightmare.”

Celestia’s smile lit up and warmed Luna’s chamber. “I don’t pretend to understand what you went through when you were possessed during that dark time and I am sure that there are far too many times that those memories flood back, but I want you to know that there is nothing that you cannot share with me. I will always be there for you.”

Luna looked up into her sister’s magenta eyes and was momentarily lost. Her breath rushed out of her and her mouth went dry. She closed her lips and swallowed.

“Thank you,” Luna whispered.

“You’re welcome.” One more Celestia stepped forward, but this time Luna did not retreat. She felt the warmth of her sister’s neck caressing her own, and closed her eyes, relishing the sensation. Before she could stop it, a heavy sigh escaped her lips.

“There,” Celestia said softly as she pulled back, once more looking into her sister’s eyes, “you know that I’m here. I never want to lose you again, Luna.”

“Thank you,” Luna’s voice was barely audible.

“Are you feeling better?” Celestia asked.

“A little. C-could I have a few more minutes, though?” she asked.

“Of course,” Celestia answered. “I’ll go wait in throne room.”

“Thank you.” Luna smiled at Celestia, who had never let the smile fade from her face.

Turning away, Celestia began to walk from the room. Luna’s eyes traced over every bit of her sister's form as she left, lingering on some spots more than others.

As soon as she was alone again, Luna’s right wing flew up to her mouth, where she immediately began cleaning, straightening, and pulling free feather after feather.

“Stupid dream,” she muttered to herself in the darkness.

Paperwork by The Landgrave

Paperwork by The Landgrave

Cadance stood from behind her desk, brushing away non existent wrinkles and dirt as she waited for the doors to open a second time. She smiled when it did, the servant from moments before bowing as he held the door for both her aunts.

Celestia, tall as ever, wore a conservative white dress that did nothing to hide the soft curves of her body. Luna’s outfit was more reminiscent of an old cavalry dress uniform, with calf-high riding boots and a short jacket that could never hope to be buttoned up despite how much the shirt hid her chest.

Bowing her head, Cadeance started to greet them, only to freeze as the door closed and their hands entwined, Celestia’s long, pale fingers meshing with Luna’s darker olive tan. She blinked.

“Auntie?”

Celestia smiled reassuringly, but it did no good. “We are sorry for the short notice, but this wasn’t really… planned.”

The blush on Celestia’s face was new, something Cadance had never expected to see. The grin on Luna’s face, however, was all too common. “Yes. For once my sister has been caught completely off balance.” Her smile only seemed to grow. “I felt a celebration was in order.”

“I… guess so.” Cadance’s eyes fell to their hands once again, then a sparkle caught her eye. A quick glance at Celestia’s unattended hand and her jaw dropped. “Is that—”

“Yes,” Celestia said, thumbing the diamond ring.

“Are you—”

“Yes.”

“But you’re—”

“Yes.”

“But that’s—”

“Love,” Luna said. “You of all ponies should understand that.”

Cadance dropped back to her chair, her expression blank.

“I think we broke her.”

Celestia chided Luna before saying, “Cadance, dear?”

“Yes, Auntie?” she replied robotically, not looking up from her desk.

Reaching into Luna’s coat, Celestia produced a set of documents and placed them in front of the younger princess. “We just need you to sign these and we’ll be on our way.”

Cadance nodded, but otherwise didn’t respond.

With an annoyed huff, Luna strode up beside her sister/fiance, took a pen from the desk, put it in Cadance’s hand, and placed it on the bottom line. “Sign.”

Cadance signed her name. It was perhaps a little sloppy, but neither sister seemed to care.

Turning to Celestia, Luna took her hands in her own. “Say, ‘Do you, Luna, take Celestia to be your lawfully wedded wife; to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?’.” In the same mechanical tone, Cadance repeated the words. To which Luna replied, “I do.” Only to follow up a moment later with the same instruction with the names reversed.

Later, aboard the royal airship Evening Star on route to the Haywain islands, in the princess’ private chambers, Celestia lay on the massive bed, Luna straddling her and peppering her with short, passionate kisses.

Celestia idly ran her fingers through Luna’s aethereal mane, drawing out moans from her simply by massaging her scalp. In a moment of excited disbelief, she reached over and picked up the marriage licences they’d only just gotten signed, letting her eyes roam over it as though to ensure it was really real.

Her fingers stopped, Luna growling into her collarbone in annoyance. When that failed to produce any results, she glanced up at Celestia’s distressed expression. “Tia? What’s wrong?”

Her reply was a single, devastating word, “Witnesses.”

Diplomacy by Nom_deCheval

Diplomacy by Nom_deCheval

Diplomacy by Nom_deCheval

“I wish to pay thanks to Equestria and you it’s ruler for the warmth of welcoming we have received.” The tall, dusky mare wore an intricate bridle over her muzzle. The dark brown leather was studded with gems and gold, each perfectly complimenting both her coat and brilliant blue eyes. An intricate blanket of sand and red hung loosely across her back, detailed with embroidered emblems and standards from her native land. Her pale blonde mane hung low off one side of her neck, cut almost in a straight line at the end.

“You are very welcome here, always,” Princess Celestia nodded slightly. She still stood taller than the other mare, but far less so than a normal pony. This mare was closer in size to her sister, Luna.

“It is good that Equestria and Saddle Arabia have relations as close for us both.”

Celestia smiled, both as a polite response and from genuine amusement. There was a charm in the way the Ambassador spoke in broken Equestrian, only enhanced by her more than slightly exotic accent.

“I have always believed in creating an atmosphere of friendship among those willing to accept it,” Celestia stated.

“Yes. And the thanks for touring of your castle. It is beautiful,” the Ambassador said as she took in the various stain glass portraits in the hallway.

“Thank you. My sister and I have tried to maintain a welcoming and attractive home,” Celestia bowed her head slightly as she spoke.

“Oh yes! Your sister I would like to meet.” The Ambassador’s eyes lit up. “Moon Princess Luna, yes?”

“Yes, of course.” Without effort Celestia knew the time of day, the position of her sun flawless in its journey. “She should be awake and in our private sitting room. I’m sure she would be more than happy to meet you.”

Turning down the next hallway brought the pair of mares to a large set of double doors, emblazoned with a sun on one door and a moon on the other. The golden glow from Celestia’s horn lit up and gently eased the doors open. Moving to one side, Celestia gestured for the Ambassador to enter the room. Celestia followed closely behind.

“Welcome home, Sister.” The voice was low and sultry, coming from a long chaise near the fireplace on the far side of the room.

Celestia stopped cold. Her eyes became saucers and her jaw dropped too far for her to call it back and speak at the moment. There, reclined with her back to the door, was her sister, clad in long black fishnet stockings. She did manage a few guttural sounds, however. “Guh, buh nuh, Luhna.”

Rolling over, Luna turned to face the room. A long red rose clad between her teeth came into view as she moved. When she saw the two mares in the room she froze. The pupils of Luna’s eyes shrank to dots. A second later she spit the rose out onto the floor and smiled awkwardly.

“Uh…hi,” Luna said.

“Oh!” The Ambassador smiled back. “Is THAT kind of family!”

“No, no!” Celestia ran in front of her. “My sister was just…just…” She spun to Luna. “Tell her what you were doing!”

Luna stared at them both and then down at the rose on the floor. She looked back up at them and swallowed. “Grazing?”

“Is called grazing here?” The Ambassador laughed. “I approve.”

The Ambassador reached around to her back and pulled the blanket off, dropping it on the floor. Immediately she began pacing over towards the chaise, her hips swaying wide and her eyes half lidded.

Again Luna swallowed, and looked past the encroaching mare towards her sister. “Tia?”

“Run with it,” Celestia mumbled. “Think of it as…diplomacy.”

With a touch of magic, Celestia closed the door.

Solace by Pearple Prose

Solace by Pearple Prose

Deep within the Whitetail Wood, beyond even the purview of the Mad King Discord himself, a tall white alicorn stepped in some mud.

"Oh, bother."

Grimacing, the alicorn lifted her greaved hoof and stared at it in distaste as brown... stuff dripped to the forest floor below. She very briefly considered using some of the water in her skin to clean off some of the caked mud, and then slapped herself for even thinking of such a stupid idea. Clean water wasn't exactly easy to come by in a world of cotton candy clouds and chocolate rivers.

Celestia, eventually, rolled her eyes, huffed, and stomped through the undergrowth with petulant spite, her pink mane bouncing and her armour clanking as she marched.

"Celestia! Shhh!" a lilting voice spat in an angry whisper. Celestia looked up to see a midnight blue mare in annoyingly clean barding glaring at her as if she were a madmare.

Celestia frowned at her sister. "Oh, hush, Luna. It's not like anypony is going to hear us out here."

Luna sighed theatrically, tossing her beautiful blue mane as her eyes rolled out of her head. "Well, yes, somepony might not hear us, but we aren't watching out for ponies, now, are we?"

Drama queen. "You understood what I meant. Also, I stepped in some mud."

Luna stared at her. "How galling."

Celestia sighed. "No, I meant as in, I stepped in some mud. It hasn't rained in... ever. Discord hates rain." She shook her sodden hoof at her sister. "Ergo, how did I step in some mud?"

A speck of mud landed on Luna's face, making her flinch and shoot a glare at her sister, before frowning in thought. "Surely it is just chocolate, correct?"

Celestia looked at her hoof in distaste, then licked it. She made a face and spat out brown gunk. "Nope. Not chocolate."

Luna tilted her head. "How peculiar." She looked at her with concern. "I suppose this would be a bad time to mention it, but something else has been bothering me." She sniffed the air. "Something smells off. I can't quite put a name to it, but it's rather familiar."

Celestia blinked, then took an experimental sniff. "It smells... rather metallic."

Luna jolted, and her face turned an odd shade of green. "Blood. That's the smell of blood, is it not?"

Celestia stared down at the mud at her hooves. She felt bile rise in her throat.

"We're getting closer," she said.

She walked on through the forest. Luna watched her for a moment, before pulling on her silver helmet and following closely.

"Celestia, stop."

Celestia was jolted out of her daydreaming by her sister's words. Turning, she saw Luna staring off into the trees to their left, eyes wide and alert, ears pointed forward and swiveling side-to-side. Celestia stepped closer and peered into the undergrowth. "What is it?"

Silence. Then, "There's something there."

Celestia's throat felt dry. She cursed herself for not bringing more water. "Well, do you know what it is?" she said, trying to ignore how nervous she sounded.

"I don’t know,” Luna said, shifting on her hooves and fidgeting with the bow strapped across her back, “I don’t know.”

Celestia snorted and stepped away. “Then let’s keep moving, before the dragon-”

Luna held up a hoof, cutting her off mid-sentence, and then stepped further into the maze of trees before her. “Can you see that?” she whispered, pointing with a hoof. “That light between the branches?”

Celestia followed the outstretched hoof and squinted. Her eyes widened. “Luna, this is not a good idea.”

But Luna, of course, was already ghosting through the grass and fallen leaves. Celestia, despite herself, let out a genuine curse under her breath, torn between trying to follow her sister and risk revealing themselves with her heavy hooves and glorious white coat, or staying back and being unable to help if something went wrong.

It was at that moment that a brilliant white light erupted from between the trees, making Luna cry out as the brightness blinded her for a moment. Celestia, unhindered, shouted her sister’s name and galloped to Luna’s side, brandishing her huge longsword in a show of defiance.

When the light eventually dimmed, a huge, glowing stag stood in the clearing before them. It looked at them with curiosity filling its gentle brown eyes.

“Greetings,” it said. “What brings you here, godspawn?”

Celestia blinked, shooting Luna a glance before planting her sword in the dirt at her hooves, standing at her full height, and bellowing, “Halt! Name thyself, creature of the grove! Be thy friend or foe?”

The stag tilted its head, looking bemused. Or amused, Celestia supposed. She couldn’t really tell. “I am a friend to all who respect the ways of the Whitetail Wood. And yourselves?”

Celestia hesitated for a moment, then spoke, “We are the Sisters Celestia and Luna Ex Equestria, slayers of the fierce Hydra, victors of the Battle of Trottingham, and champions of Canterlot. We crusade against the Mad King, Discord, and we seek to destroy his pet abomination, the Star Eater.” Celestia inclined her head in a show of deference. “Will you assist us in our quest?”

The stag grew very still. So still, in fact, that Celestia swore that it had turned into a tree before it decided to speak. “I am afraid, Sunwalker, that there is little I can do to help you. Discord’s reign has doomed the forests of this land to an inevitable death. The Whitetail, my seat of power, is already tainted and twisted.” His eyes shone a deathly white. “And the monster that gorges itself on the creatures and the magic of this Wood isn’t helping, to say the least.”

Celestia looked upon the withering wood and its fading god, and felt a spike of pity in her chest. “My condolences, spirit.”

The stag sighed. “Nevertheless, I believe I could help you find the Star Eater, although I would rather not - it is not an earthly being, you see. It is a creature of the world of dreams, of nightmares, the land of gods and kings and monstrous things.”

“It is no danger to us,” Luna spoke, standing tall by her sister’s side. “We are the champions of mortals, and it is our duty to destroy the Star Eater before it can consume more of our ponies in its gluttony.”

The stag looked between the two alicorns, then leaned its huge antlered head down to them. Its horns glowed a bright gold, and a small sphere of light floated out from between its antlers and floated up into the air.

“Follow this orb,” the stag said, “it will lead you to the Star Eater.”

Luna raised an eyebrow. “That is all? Why do you not lead us there yourself?”

But the stag just shook its head. “The Star Eater preys on beings like myself. If I were to get too close to the beast, it would devour my essence and grow ever more powerful. I have only managed to stay one step ahead of that dragon through tricks and illusions, something I can no longer rely on now that my magic dwindles so.”

Luna curled her lip in disgust. “Sounds like cowardice to me.”

The stag looked at her sadly. “I am sorry, Moonseer. I have done all I can, but I carry the soul of the very forest itself. I must do what I can to preserve it.”

Luna turned on a hoof and walked away after the floating orb. “Enough. Let us find this creature, Celestia, and show it the true power of a god.”

The forest was silent.

Celestia hadn’t realised just how much damage the Star Eater had caused until they had walked into the very center of Whitetail Wood, where the trees were devoid of leaves and the grass crinkled dryly underhoof. For most of their excursion, the background noise of insects chirping and buzzing and the telltale sound of animals scurrying through the undergrowth had followed the two.

Now, it was all gone. Only the sound of their armour clattering as they moved remained.

The alicorn sisters hadn’t spoken since their meeting with the forest god. Luna had retreated into a stern and silent fury, while Celestia had gotten lost in thought, occasionally looking over at her silent sister with concern before returning to watching the forest for signs of movement.

They stopped. They looked around, and realised that the trees had fallen away, creating a huge, desolate clearing.

“Sister,” Luna finally spoke, “I do not like this one bit.”

“Neither do I, Luna.” Celestia watched the orb of light float slowly toward the centre of the clearing, where the dry earth was cracked and bizarrely colourless, and then hung there, in the air.

“What is it doing?” Celestia asked, tilting her head.

“I do not see the Star Eater.” Luna took a cautious step back. “What if the Whitetail spirit was leading us into a trap?”

“No.” Celestia quelled the thrill of fear in her heart. “No, he wouldn-”

And then, the earth exploded.

A huge, void-black head with freakishly long teeth burst out of the ground, swallowing the tiny dot of magic whole. Two enormous, milky white eyes stared unseeingly up at the neon-pink sky as it slowly slid up out of the ground, dirt clattering off its obsidian scales. Between the plates of its scale armour, Celestia could see sparkling white stars, trapped forever within its body.

“Oh, gods above,” Luna whispered.

The Star Eater’s head snapped toward the two, and it bared its fangs in a smile.

Deep in the Whitetail Wood, a white alicorn stepped in mud, and it mixed with the blood that ran down her coat and painted her greaves a rusted red.

Celestia didn’t care. All she cared about was the dying alicorn that lay across her back.

They had won, in the end. The Star Eater was lying on the ground, seemingly dead, and so they hadn’t expected it when it had lashed out, tearing a chunk out of Luna’s side. Celestia had killed it, then, cleaving its head from its body with a swing of her burning blade.

But it was a pyrrhic victory.

There was just so much blood. Celestia’s coat was matted with her sister’s ichor, her mane was dyed a deep red, and her own blood dripped off the frayed edges of her tattered armour.

Celestia glanced over her shoulder. Luna’s wound was coloured an unhealthy black at the edges. Some kind of infection, perhaps, magical in nature.

Celestia didn’t know. And it frightened her, more than any corrupted god or nightmarish dragon could ever hope to.

It was a long time before they found shelter.

Celestia had done all she could. She’d burnt her horn out with healing spells, she’d used the last dregs of their water supply to clean the wound, and she’d bandaged Luna up to the best of her ability.

But her sister wasn’t waking up.

Celestia didn’t know what else to do but cry.

“C… Celestia?” she said, eventually. Her throat rasped, and her eyes glowed an eerie green.

“Luna! Are you alright?”

“It hurts, Tia. The magic… it is inside me. It burns.”

“I’m here, Luna. I’ll always be here.”

“Hold me, Tia.”

And the sisters held each other in the darkness of the cave.

Ridiculous by ultra1437

Ridiculous by ultra1437

"Ha ha! What loot have I acquired, Dungeon Master?" Princess Luna decried as she beamed over to Shining Armor.

He ruffled through his sheets and several dice were rolled before he paled slightly, if it was possible. Looking to his wife, Cadance, and his former-boss Princess Celestia, he squeaked out as non-threateningly as possible, "You search the orc titan and find two unidentified items. One is a magic-class pair of wingblades, and the other..." He swallowed nervously. "The other is a legendary-class tower shield."

Luna practically glowed with excitement. "Another legendary item? That makes five tonight!" She looked over to her sister and niece, to see Cadance seething with rage.

She wasn't the first to speak up, Celestia's wings flaring wide as she beat Cady to the punch. "Seriously? Another legendary?" Shining Armor was left as the target of her righteous fury.

Not only for herself, but Cadance as well, Celestia's seemingly infinite patience had run out, and her rant had begun.

"Seriously, Shining?" Her ears perked and her eyes narrowed. "In the last three sessions, Luna's gotten twelve unidentified legendaries." An angry groan escaped Cadance as they both attempted to stare him into submission. "While Cadance and myself combined have only four. That we only have because we found and bought them in the marketplace!"

Luna attempted to defend him, "Sister, niece, please calm down. It seems luck favors me again tonig-"

That only drew Cadance's voice calmly, "Aunt Luna, please, do not get into this mess. It's been several sessions coming, now."

Shining was no longer visible behind his divider as Celestia's pitch increased. "Any unidentified legendaries we found were, when identified, not actually legendary. One of mine was a damned uncommon for Harmony's sake. The rest were all useless rares that our current equipment eclipsed!"

Cadance tapped Celestia's wing with one of her own. That seemed to shock Celestia from her rant. Her head fell and her ears splayed back. Shocked at her own outburst, she apologized, "I-I am sorry about that. I know you're trying this new 'randomized loot system', but I cannot help but feel cheated with this insanity. I'm sure it will even out eventually, but Cady and I are barely keeping up here!" She muttered the rest of her statement too low for anypony but Cadance to hear. "Disallowing trading and sharing also seems like kind of a stupid thing, too." A small thump sounded as Celestia's rump hit the floor. "At least I'm nearing the end of an epic weapon quest. Just a few more shards of light and I can forge Skoll."

Shining peeked over his divider to see Celestia and Cadance looking especially tired. Timidly he said, "I'm definitely going to work on this system. I still think it's a good base, though."

Author's Note

Remember when I uploaded stuff in a timely manner? Yeah, me neither.

Ball by TheLandgrave

Ball by TheLandgrave

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Celestia peeked around the privacy screen at her sister. The small array of ribbons over Luna's left breast were a lone island of color on her navy-blue uniform. Single breasted, a line of silver buttons ran up the jacket to her high, stiff collar. A half-cape hid her right arm completely, leaving her left and the longsword at her side exposed. She would have been the picture of a composed officer if not for the white-knuckle grip on the sword's pommel.

"No," Celestia said with a sigh before slipping back to finish dressing. "No, it likely isn't a good idea. If you have a better one, I am all ears."

The sharp click of Luna's boots pacing across the marble floor were her only response.

"It is going to come out sooner or later, and I would rather we had control of when rather than reading it in the newspaper the next day. I would expect you, of all people, to agree with the tactic."

"It's not that I don't agree; I do. That does not make it any easier."

Celestia smoothed down her dress one last time before stepping out. "Well?"

Luna froze halfway through an about face, her eyes locked onto Celestia.

Where Luna's uniform downplayed her sinuous curves, only making those it showed all the more enticing, Celestia's played them up. The dress was white save for the gold embroidery up the sleeves and around her steep neckline, framing her ample cleavage, with ruffles down the front. Preforming a short twirl to show off her mostly bare back, the skirt flared out only to twist around her ankles as she stopped.

"Ah, so your plan is to give everyone a heart-attack."

Despite her flippant remark, Celestia could see the naked lust in her eyes. "I take it you approve?"

Stepping up to Celestia and falling to a knee, Luna offered up her left hand, displaying the golden sunburst engraved ring it bore. Celestia accepted it with her own, the silver crescent moon etched ring shining on her own finger. Luna kissed it, saying, "You are more beautiful as the rising sun. Will you grant me the great joy of breaking the hearts of every man in Equestria?"

"And you as all the stars in the sky," Celestia replied, urging Luna to stand. Holding her sister's chin between her thumb and first knuckle, she continued, "Only if you will do the same for every woman."

Bending down even as Luna rose up to meet her, they shared a short, but passionate kiss.

"This will be a Gala to remember," Luna said as they broke apart.

Explicitly by Archonix

"They have to be told."

Perched on a couch close to the edge of a steaming, bright-blue pool buried in the living rock of the mountain that was their home, Luna stretched out her forelegs and let out a luxuriant sigh. She opened her eyes as the last echo of Celestia's words faded between the gilt marble pillars and frescoed walls of the Royal bathhouse – a structure obscenely large compared to the simple saunas and open-air springs Luna had enjoyed before her banishment – and peered at her sister across the pool.

"Who, sister? And what?"

"That we—did it."

"Ever the prude," Luna murmured, laying her head down once again. She waved a hoof at a trio of servants hovering nearby and spread her wings as they approached. One of them, a mare, approached silently. "They will know, in their hearts. That aside, I had rather gained the impression you wished to keep this aspect of our role a secret in this age. Something about those newsletters everypony seems to enjoy reading."

"Newspapers."

"Purveyors of intrigue and trivia. Were there any justice at all they would be no more than street gossips and bawdy singers, and I would be throwing rotten fruit at their heads."

Celestia snorted and shook her head. "Even so, our ponies wouldn't understand. When they look at us they see sisters, Luna, and little more. Sisters don't have sex in public."

"We could hide in a bush," Luna said. The mare at her left reared up, pressed both hooves against Luna's back; Luna stretched beneath the massage and sighed again. "It would be dark. They'd never suspect a thing."

"They'd find out. They're always trying to find something scandalous about me. The worst they've managed recently was a slice of cake and an unfortunate remark about Griffins a few years back, but that hasn't stopped them trying. If they could accuse me—us—of incest, I can't even imagine what would happen. We'd be deposed at the very least."

Luna's laughter burst across the chamber like a canonshot, causing Celestia to flinch visible, though leaving the servants unperturbed. It wasn't long before Luna's mirth died away, though; she saw Celestia with her nose buried between her hooves and her wings draped carelessly against the floor like a wilted flower.

Only the steady tinkle of flowing water followed, and the quiet rustling of hooves against Luna's coat as her massage continued. She waited for the masseuse to finish with a particularly troublesome knot before turning to look at her. The mare looked back after a moment, smiling and twisting her ears. Luna held up a hoof, circled it once and pointed toward the Celestia.

"You have still to explain the contradiction in your desires, sister," Luna said as the masseuse made her way around the pool. Celestia's reply was a short, grumpy sigh and a lazy flap of her wings. "You wish to keep secret our renewed bond, but you want to tell everypony—"

"Not everypony."

"Ah. Then Cadance," Luna replied. She smirked. "And the delectable Twilight."

Celestia nodded. She glanced up at the approaching masseuse and then at Luna, but made no effort to move away. Even a deaf pony could hear the creak of her bones, the tension in Celestia's body was so obvious.

"You were never so squeamish of such matters in the past." Luna waved at the other servants. They approached with a pitcher of wine and a simple cup, though perhaps 'simple' was the wrong term to use when the whole thing was made of gold.

"As I have said so often, those were different times."

"Truth, sister," Luna said, raising her cup. She took its contents in a single, deep swallow and held it out for a refill. "Better times, I feel, free of the burden of this puritan isolation beneath which our subjects labour. We were free, then, to make love amongst the forests of the wild lands, atop the highest peaks of the world and amongst the very clouds of the sky. The cries of our ecstasy filled the world from soil to sun. Do you remember?"

Again Celestia was silent, while Luna supped her wine and thought of freer times. When her cup was empty she cast it aside and dismissed the servants with a wave. She slid from her couch and circled the pool. The masseuse was sent away with a single look; she skittered toward her compatriots, laughing silently, her body twitching the language of the deaf as the three retreated from the chamber to their quarters.

A final creak of the chamber doors left the pair alone. Celestia took a breath and let it out slowly, as if she had no enthusiasm even to breathe. Her eyes rolled toward Luna. "Different times," she repeated quietly.

Luna ignored her for the moment. She stepped around behind Celestia and placed a hoof on her back, just behind her wings. No magic was required to feel the bristling tension in Celestia's back. Tutting quietly at the state her sister had brought herself to, Luna ran her hoof along Celestia's back to her withers. "We have lived together through many an age, sister."

"But they're the product of this age," Celestia murmured. Luna hummed a response and leaned over Celestia's back, working a hoof down each side of her sister's neck.

"I trust so that will understand."

"Cadance might accept the idea. Twilight..." Celestia heaved and groaned as Luna's hooved dug deep into her flesh. She stretched out her neck, nickering quietly as the tension worked out of her shoulders, then fell back against the couch.

"She is an intelligent mare."

"Perhaps so, but Luna, for most of her life she's treated me as akin to a god! I can't predict how she will react when I no longer live up to that image."

"But you are kin to a god." Luna's hooves moved back toward the shoulders of Celestia's wings. "Or a goddess."

Celestia pounded a hoof against the couch. "That's not the point!"

"Then what is, dear sister of mine?"

Luna paused in her ministrations. She was sure she had felt a flush of heat beneath her hooves. Curious, she leaned close to hold her cheek over Celestia's withers. Warmth flowed from Celestia, a heat unusual even by Celestia's often expansive body temperature.

"She is dear to me," Celestia finally allowed. She shifted beneath Luna's hooves, bringing the pair closer together even if she didn't know it. Or perhaps she did. Luna allowed herself to fall a little closer to Celestia's body in return. "I don't want to lose her companionship."

"She is a good friend," Luna replied. "But I suspect that is not the meaning you wished to convey." Celestia snorted, and Luna couldn't help but smile. "White was never good for hiding such emotions, Celestia. I recall a time when with but a single word I could turn you pink as the dawn. But you forget..." Luna pressed herself closer still to Celestia, reaching her head up to whisper in her sister's ear. "In a thousand years, she too shall be your sister."

"Not like you." Celestia turned her head, seeking out Luna's face and lips with her own. Their kiss lasted only moments, but it was enough for now. Luna lowered her head against Celestia's side with a heartfelt sigh.

"Not like me," she said.

"I still have to tell her."

"You could explain to her that we are sisters by convention. We are, after all, two goddesses of the heavens themselves. Who is to say what we may call one another?"

Celestia shook her head. "No. If I am to tell her the truth then it must be the truth. We are sisters, Luna, bound by blood, or whatever godstuff might flow in our veins. She has to know everything, or nothing at all. Either she will accept it..." She closed her eyes and swallowed. "Or I will have eternity to seek her forgiveness."

"Then so be it." Luna wrapped her forelegs around Celestia's neck and draped her wings across both their bodies. Sweat and heat and little else was all that lay between them. She rubbed her ear against Celestia's jaw. "But remember, beloved sister, I at least will not leave you again."

Celestia bowed her head. "Thank you."

"Nor shall she," Luna continued, allowing her eyes to close as the warmth overtook her. "I cannot believe otherwise. I shall welcome their companionship."

Foal by Ragabash

“Um... Sister!”

As she was on her way to her room, Celestia turned around when Luna called her. Again. It was the fourth time now and every time she just said “nothing”. Celestia was patient, but there were limits, even when it came to her sister, and she was getting irritated by now. After all, Luna was supposed to take control of the night, while Celestia should rest, to be fit for the day, but at this rate nothing will get done.

“Just tell me what it is, Luna”, Celestia said with a sigh. “We can't do this the entire night!”

“Right...” Luna still hesitated. “You see...” She looked down on the ground, uneasily trotting in place. “There is a book in your room... Ignore it!”

“...What are you talking about?” Celestia was even more confused now.

“I was just reading that book and forgot to take it back to the library. It's... really nothing special, just don't pay it no mind.”

“...Alright, I'll do that.”

With that, they parted and Celestia resumed her way to her room. Luna's behavior was incredibly suspicious and she made no real sense. Why did she leave a book, she was just reading for herself, in her sister's room? Why did she act so nervous about something so simple? It was obvious that there was more to it than that and there was no way that Celestia could keep her promise.

Sure enough, as she entered her chamber, the princess spotted a book lying on her bed. There was no title on the cover, just a graving of a heart. Curious, what the deal with it was, Celestia opened it, right where the bookmark was. There was an entry that caught her eye immediately. As she studied it, she couldn't help but smile. She thought that she understood now, why her sister left the book here and reacted so strangely.

As her shift ended, Luna became pretty nervous. She wasn't dumb, she knew how unconvincing she was back then. There was no way that Celestia believed her and she could only hope that she accepted it and didn't inquire further. But even if she did, Luna couldn't blame here. There was really no one to blame but herself.

As the sisters passed each other, Celestia had a big smile on her face. Luna wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad sign.

“So, you want foals.”

Well, that question was promptly answered. But this only made Luna more nervous.

“Sister...,” she began unsure. “Please understand, it was just a quick idea. I wasn't really thinking it over.”

“Really?” Celestia didn't seem to be believe her. “I thought you would consider something big as this more. Especially when you go so far as to put that book in my room.”

That was true. She was actually thinking about it a long time. But she never really was sure about it, even when she finally took the first steps.

“...You know, spells like that are frowned upon nowadays,” Celestia resumed.

“I heard about it,” Luna replied, slightly annoyed. “Some ponies think it's too big of an intervention into nature.”

“Of course, since magic is the only way two mares or stallions can have foals together, they are still widely used. But if the rulers of Equestria were to use them, a lot of ponies would get angry. From a political standpoint, it is, frankly, a horrible idea.”

Luna was aware of this, of course, but it was still devastating to hear that from her sister. Feeling a bit heart-broken, she lowered her head.

But Celestia was smiling. “However, from a personal standpoint, I'd be open to it.”

“Really?” Luna looked up at her sister. “Are you really alright with this?.”

“Yes. There will be hardships of course, but it's nothing we couldn't handle. We endured worse, after all.” After a small pause, Celestia asked: “So, do you really want to have foals with me?”

Luna was a bit taken aback by that question. It was an obvious one and yet it was strange to hear it so bluntly. “I... I'm not sure, to be honest,” she replied, looking away. “I want to have foals some day, but... I don't think I'm ready. In hindsight, I think I just wanted to know whether you would accept it. But I have to admit that it's actually too early for me.”

“Alright.” Celestia seemed satisfied with that response. “Then it's clearly better to wait for now. Just tell me, when you are ready. As for me...” She went closer to her sister and nuzzled her. “...I'm ready ever since you came back to me.”

Train by ultra1437

Celestia swept her gaze about the train station, eyeing all the guards and servants loading their supplies onto the train carriages. Luna stood next to her, hoping to go back to her room and sleep.

“Do I really have to go with you?” Luna asked, looking up to her sister. At Celestia’s nod, Luna groaned. “You know I cannot sleep on these trains. I stayed up all night with my duties and now we have to go to Manehatten.”

“We do, Luna. The mayor’s holding a ceremony to open the newest hospital with an event afterward for charity. She asked if we’d come. I said yes,” Celestia replied, watching a conductor approach.

Luna looked away and grumbled tiredly. The conductor waved them over, motioning to the carriage he stood next to. “We’re almost done loading up, your highnesses. If you wish, you may board now.”

Celestia nodded, walking forward, Luna following grudgingly. As they entered the car, a rich mahogany smell filled their noses, the fixtures and seating were all made of the wood. A large bed, even for Celestia, sat on their left, against the far wall, and a small kitchenette was opposite it. A couch, large enough for both princesses, sat on the other end of the car, with a small shelf full of books.

Luna tiredly passed Celestia, who took the time to shut the doors behind them, before flopping down on the couch. She grabbed a random book off the shelf before cracking it open. A moment later, Luna yawned loudly.

Celestia, meanwhile, had made herself a cup of tea. She set down next to Luna, her rear near Luna’s book, with her cup in her magic. As she sipped, she watched out the window with the train’s whistle blowing loudly. The cars lurched as the train started moving. Luna yawned again, absentmindedly reading the book in front of her eyes.

Celestia looked back at her sister, seeing Luna’s eyes drooping as the book steadily descended to the floor. She spoke softly, “Luna, you’re tired. Please, do try to get some sleep. It will be several hours until we arrive.”

Luna spoke drowsily, “I cannot sleep on these trains, Tia. Even if I wanted to, I cannot get comfortable enough to sleep.”

“I remember a little sister who loved sleeping curled against me.” Luna’s eyes widened slightly, as a blush spread through her face. “I bet if we cuddled, you could sleep just fine.”

“Tia, it has been several millennia since we last did that…” Luna spoke quietly.

“And? I know you need your sleep. We can try it. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. That you try to get some rest is all I ask, Lu.”

“Fine. If it does not work…” Luna warned her sister, frowning grumpily.

“I shall never bring it up again. Alright?” Celestia smiled genuinely before standing up. “Come, we’d be more comfortable in the bed.” She stood and made her way over to the bed, Luna following, a large yawn punctuating her desire for rest.

Celestia climbed in, and lay on her side, leaving plenty of room for Luna to join her. Luna stepped up, flopping down tiredly against her sister. Celestia wrapped her hooves and free wing around Luna, who nestled in deeper.

“Is this alright? Are you comfortable, Luna?” Celestia asked, looking down at the pony in her forelegs.

“It is. I feel safe.”

“Good. Try to get some rest, Lu. If you need anything, I’ll be right here.” Celestia felt Luna’s nod more than see it. She drew the curtains shut, darkening the room. The room fell silent, other than the clickety-clacking of the train on the rails.

“I love you, Tia,” was whispered in the room. Celestia barely caught it, but smiled softly, squeezing a little tighter against Luna. She tilted her head down to kiss the top of her sister’s head but met something much more soft.

Luna jumped, but quickly pushed forward, firmly locking their lips. She moaned quietly, her free wing trying to spring open against Celestia’s, mixing their feathers. Celestia groaned at the contact before pulling back.

Finally meeting Luna’s cross-eyed, blissful expression, she realized what had happened. “Luna… what–” Luna surged forward, capturing Celestia’s lips again. She slipped her tongue into Celestia’s open muzzle, firmly tugging and wrapping it around Celestia’s own. Celestia’s ears pinned back, but she gave in, wrestling with Luna’s tongue. Playfully trying to gain leverage, she rolled onto Luna, effectively mounting her because of her size. Their battling tongues played for another minute before the need for air outweighed the pleasure.

Their muzzles separated, both ponies panting heavily. “Tia. I’m sorry. I… you kissed me, even if it was accidental, and I couldn’t stop. Even now, I don’t want to stop.”

“Then don’t.” She could practically feel the giddy smile on Celestia's face.

“But what abou–” Luna trailed off into a groan as Celestia’s tongue was on the base of her horn, slowly trailing up to the tip.

“I’ll just tire you out so much you’ll have no choice but to sleep on the way to Manehatten.” Celestia smirked before licking the tip of Luna’s horn. Luna cried out again as the train steadily made its way to Manehatten.

Too Many Muffins by Cytotoxin

"Let me get this straight. You have had been... practicing, for the lack of better word, how to... ahem, inflict this... travesty?" - deadpanned Luna, carefully picking her way through the horror. To her credit, Celestia managed to look abashed, at the very least. The room around her was decisively unrepentant, however. And... palatable. Enticing, even.

Luna rubbed her nose with a hoof. "You jest. Surely, you must be jesting, sister. Please tell me you`re jesting." - she proffered pleadingly, carefully clearing out a safe space for her to stand. It was a daunting task, rife with perils of jam and crumbling. Still, the persevered, knowing full well that failure to do so would violate her coat with... all manners of violations.

"Im sorry, I didnt quite think it would be THAT much." - proffered Celestia contritely, tucking the "book" under her arm. As all things from Discord, the term book applied to the thing rather... loosely. For once, it was made out of laminated alfalfa. For twice, it was quietly yodeling. For thrice, it smelled like licorice. All the piddly details nonwithstanding, it was indeed a book, proudly labeled "Minor chaos incantations and cantrips, by Dis-C.Ord."

"Just... fine. Nevermind. Just... why. I don`t want to know the how, the where, the when or the what, just tell me, in the name of all that is sane and good, WHY? Why are you practicing chaos spells?" - implored Luna, finally managing to ensure a perimeter of cleanliness around herself. Past the border, chaos began immediately. Sticky, crumbly chaos.

"I... Lulu, dont take this the wrong way, please, but... were kind of going... stale." - mumbled Celestia, as she tried to discard "book" without looking like she was doing it. Not much luck with that. Luna`s hoof connected to her own forehead with a resounding "clop".

"You wanted to... spice things up with... chaos magic?" - she questioned incredulously. Celestia nodded, begrudgingly, sweeping the errant muffin from her flank. "And for the first order of things, you filled our bedroom with muffins?" - she continued. Celestia nodded again, sulkily. Luna inhaled. Exhaled. Inhaled again. Sighed. "...Fine. I just... I dont even..." - after a few failed tries, she finally got the sentence together - "Tia. Get out of here, and go to showers. You have fifteen minutes to get presentable. Were going on vacation, effective immediately." Celestia looked like she was about to object for a moment, then shook her head and smiled, gingerly picking her way through the flaking pastry.

Luna glared at the "book". Then walked out of the bedroom and locked the door behind herself. It would be absolute nightmare on maids, but then again, they were paid lavishly specifically due to this kind of thing. She was incredibly grateful her own advice came from Cadence and not from Discord. While she couldnt dispute that Discord knew a thing or two about giving things a fresh twist, she just didnt feel ready for, ahem... bedroom advice from him. Not yet. Maybe in a few more centuries. For now, romantic getaways and dreamy dates would do quite nicely. Quite nicely, indeed.

Night by The Landgrave

Night by The Landgrave

"Tia?"

Celestia glanced over her shoulder at Luna's voice, her true expression hidden behind that infernal mask. "Good evening, Lulu."

Luna trotted to her sister's side, hooves sinking slightly into the soft dirt that ringed the pond. It was a clear night, the Moon full and glowing, halfway through its journey, and the stars twinkling all around it. She sat down beside her, their cutie marks brushing.

"You may have our little ponies fooled, but I know you need sleep no less than any other pony. Why are you not in bed?"

Celestia continued to stare out over the pond, watching the Moon and stars dance on the rippling waters. "I could not sleep."

"You could have sought me out."

"I did not wish to be a bother."

Luna flared her wing, striking Celestia's shoulder. "Fie! Do not play the martyr with me. Speak true, something worries you, and I would know what."

Celestia sighed, kicking a pebble and sending it into the water with a small splash. "It is nothing important."

"Liar."

"You will not let this go, will you?"

Luna stretched to nuzzle into Celestia's neck. "Have I ever?"

Celestia was quiet save for a soft rumble in her chest, her eyes slipping closed as she leaned into Luna's affections. When she finally did speak, her voice carried with it a heaviness Luna had never heard from her before, "We all have regrets, Lulu. And sometimes it is all I can do to keep moving forward."

Luna gripped her sister's chin in her magic, turning her head and drawing her down into a soft kiss. "I would not have you bear these burdens in silence. I have walked down that path, and would recommend against it."

A single chuckle shook Celestia. "Perhaps you are right."

For a moment, Luna glared into her sister's pink eyes, forcing the elder to look away. "There is no 'perhaps'."

Another sigh fell from Celestia's lips as she lowered herself further, resting her chin over on her forelegs. Luna followed suit, leaning heavily against her side.

The words began to flow. And Luna listened all through the night, holding her lover close as she took the first steps toward forgiving herself.

Author's Note

Many apologies, I kinda forgot about this when my computer derped a few days ago.

Take all these stories that popped up as compensation.

Brittle by The Landgrave

Brittle by The Landgrave

Malleable. That was the word Celestia would use to describe her 'mask', were any pony brave enough to ask. It could suffer any situation with the smallest of changes. Minor variations could carry a world of meaning without losing the calm, warm demeanor that every pony expected.

An upstart noble? Raise an eyebrow. A diplomat falling into a clever trap? Slight curve of the left lip. A student surpassing all expectations? Small watering of the eye. Sister doing everything in her power to make her flinch? Well, perhaps it wasn't all that malleable after all.

The blue pinion hovered just at the edge of her vision, as it had for the past five minutes. Celestia did her best to ignore it, really she did. But she could hear Luna's voice, an incessant whisper stating that she was not making contact. It was all she could do to listen to the mayor's proposal about... Damn it!

Celestia snapped her head around, intent on glaring at her sister and verbally lambasting her into submission. That was her intent at least. Unfortunately, her lips were immediately occupied by something far warmer, wetter, and more engaging.

By the time they came up for air, the entire throne room was making an intense study of carpet or marble, depending on where they stood.

She was supposed to be mad about something, she was sure. At that moment, however, she couldn't seem to recall what. Oh well.

"Court dismissed!" Celestia bellowed, a moment before tackling Luna, who squealed in delight as Celestia's lips latched onto that spot just above her collarbone.

Hot Plot by The Landgrave

Hot Plot by The Landgrave

Luna and Celestia lounged in the hot tub, jets blasting the steaming water over their coats, relaxing muscles tense from a long day of negotiations.

The Minoan Oligarchy was one of the most ruthless countries on Equis when it came to trade. Situated as it was in the Marelantian Sea, the small island nation had no trouble controlling all trade with the Old Queendoms.

Luna hated them, the negotiations--she actually got along well with the gruff and blunt minotaurs day-to-day. They weren't swindlers--only because extortion wasn't swindling--and were always honest and faithful to their contracts. But they were ruthless and unrelenting. It didn't help that Celestia was dead set on lowering the cost of cane sugar imports.

Had Luna her way, the deal would have already been signed, either accepting the current rates or through bashing heads with the delegates. Either would have been acceptable to the minotaurs, they respected a good rough housing almost as much as a good haggle.

But Tia was determined to beat them at their own game, so Luna was giving her the chance. Of course that had taken a round of negotiations of its own. She couldn't wait for that payment to come due.

Luna relaxed even further as her mind wandered to thoughts of her sister and coffee flavored syrup.

The knock at the door was a most unwelcome intrusion. "Your Highness Princess Celestia, prince Blueblood has requested an audience."

Both Princesses groaned and shared a look. A waste of time, yes, but he was family.

After a quick kiss and apology later, Celestia trotted out the door, leaving Luna behind to continue her soak.

She tried to return to her daydream, but the lukewarm water just wasn't cutting it and eventually left to join her sister.

Snowflake by ultra1437

Snowflake by ultra1437

Luna’s bedroom door opened and a pony stepped through. She looked up to see her sister, an infectious grin on her face.

“Well, it’s official! Canterlot’s gotten enough snow that all business and government functions have been closed for the foreseeable future!” Celestia exclaimed, walking over to stand next to her sister.

“That is good. You deserve a little time off.” Luna leaned over to nuzzle her sister’s neck.

“I deserve time off? We deserve the time off, every once in a while.” Celestia sat down and opened a wing, a clear invitation to Luna. “Beside, I’m not the only one who’s been working hard. Now it’s just you and I, together.”

Accepting the invitation, Luna snuggled into her sister’s wing, hoping Celestia didn’t see her blush. “R-Really, sister?”

“Really.” Celestia squeezed her wing a little. “Anything in particular you want to do?” Celestia peeked into her wing to see Luna’s furious blush.

“I-I am quite content right here, actually,” Luna’s reply was soft.

“Are you sure? There isn’t anything else you want to do? Anything at all?”

Luna looked up and saw Celestia’s cheeky grin. “Well, since you put it that way…” She leapt up from within her sister’s wing and caught something much more valuable to her, her sister’s lips, in a heated kiss.

Celestia was surprised, but quickly melted into the kiss. After a moment, both parties pulled away. Luna noticed her sister sported a blush to match her own, along with a giddy smile. Celestia moved forward, catching her sister’s lips this time. A minute more and Celestia pulled back.

“Celly…” Luna moaned as the alabaster alicorn pulled away. After a moment, Luna buried her head in Celestia’s neck, her nose working hard to absorb as much of Celestia’s scent as it could. The sniffing quickly turned into small pecks against her neck, and Celestia crooned lovingly at the attention.

Deciding turnabout was fair play, Celestia lit her horn and quickly pinned Luna to the ground on her back. Admiring the sight for a few seconds, she reciprocated, burying her own muzzle into Luna’s neck. Luna giggled and laughed as her sister’s fur tickled her, but it soon gave way to moaning as the tickling turned into kissing and nipping.

Outside the window, a lone snowflake drifted past on it’s solitary trip to the ground as two lovers lost themselves in each other’s embrace.

Twilight by Foals Errand

Twilight by Foals Errand

Celestia, nuzzled further into her dear sister’s sweet smelling mane with a “mmmm.” Their lovemaking, had been sweet and gentle. She lifted her head, to gaze into Luna’s eyes, licking a drop of sweat off her nose.

“Beautiful…”

Luna smiled, “while I adore being in your bed Tia, don’t you have an appointment today?” Luna, lifted herself up peppering Celestia, with kisses. “One.” *kiss* “Which.” *kiss* “You.” *kiss* “Were.” *kiss* “So.” *kiss* “Excited about?” She stopped kissing her blushing sister, and smiled. “So excited, in fact, that you could not sleep?”

Celestia, blinked as Luna’s words, worked their way through the post coitus fog, she was in. Appointment, an important appointment…

The door to Celestia’s room opened suddenly, “I’m sorry Princess, I was just so excited for our day together, and when the guard said you were still… in… bed…” Twilight Sparkle, trailed off as she took in the sight of her mentor, and her mentor’s little sister, covered in silk covers. A strange smell premiated her nostrils.

Celestia, watched as Twilight’s eyes dulled, she could almost see the error message within them.

Twilight.EXE has stopped working, restart attempted.

Twilight, sat at the small table, a blanket wrapped around her, a steaming cup of tea in front of her. “S...so you aren’t real sisters?”

Luna, took a sip of her tea and considered, “if we were to say no, would it make you feel better, Twilight Sparkle?”

Twilight, blinked, “I, well, yes! Yes it would!”

Luna, crunched a cracker. “Then we are not real sisters, Twilight Sparkle.”

Twilight, considered the outrageous lie, she had just been told, and for the sake of her innocence, believed it without question.

“I’m so happy for you Princesses!” Twilight, smiled her eye lid twitching, only the smallest bit.

Celestia shook her head. Someday, her ability to keep her innocence is going to break. I do NOT want to be there when it does. Hmmm, maybe that unfinished spell of Star swirl’s will help.