Silly Shorts and Shed Feathers

Princess Luna knew it was wrong, but she had to admit she had something for his horn.  It was terribly, horribly wrong, but oh so much fun to fantasize about.

Growing up was weird enough the first time around, so much weirder the second.  At first it was fun playing hide-and-seek in the kitchens or lying in the gardens midsummer nights, eyes wide, falling in love with the sky again.  Her sky it was and Luna cried for joy.  Luna grew fast, reclaiming lost time and then... and then Responsibility came to rest its heavy collar upon her shoulders.  Her fillyhood was dying a second time and, she thought, 'tis a death nopony by rights should suffer once, so less twice, thrice, or more.

Luna was in a surly, adolescent mood that afternoon, unable to sleep, beset by vexation, and as yet some hours still remained before dear Celly would cede to her the sky.  Luna bore dark designs upon her inflamméd heart.

And yet... and yet with covert minxish thrill she made her balcony her perch, spread her wings, and set off north.

Celly spoke in glowing terms of her apprentice, Twilight Sparkle, for whom the Princess of Light had designs of her own.  Luna feared the little unicorn, still could she feel the fire of the spell which had stripped her, the Night Queen herself, of hard-won glory, power, and evil thrill.

That itself was vexatious too, that Sparkle might soon be trusted as she had been, tested as she had been, might herself be overcome by power-lust as she had been.  Ponies worked the fields below, savoring the summer heat.  Luna bore them ill will no longer, she in truth did love them now, and for their sake did fear and shame agitate upon her brow.

Still, Luna regarded the north with playful, shameful, lustful affect, and it did her spirits lift.  The horizon curved below her - she did fly exceeding high - and at great speed to boot.  The mountains of the frozen north crawled towards her slowly yet without pause and ere long had passed Princess Luna began her descent.

Were it not for Celestia's guard Luna would have made straight towards her prize.  But it would not do for her to be discovered, would not do at all.  Luna laned soft upon the snow, a meteor wrapped in fine blue coat, dark as midnight under a cloudy sky and full moon.  Her hooves crunched and squeaked upon the ice.  The wind was soft but bitter cold: it twined about her neck, twixt her legs, carressed her tail, nibbled chill upon her hot flesh.  The afternoon sun cut bright through the valley.  Jagged shadow cut by jagged stone lay upon the ground.

Luna raised her eyes to scan the ridge and knew herself must not be marked.  Her magic swept up through her horn across her coat and soaked in deep.  In a flash she turned transparent, clear like water, hard to spy, and thus transformed she began to run.

Cresting the ridge between two lookouts Princess Luna checked her pace.  This place was secret.  Pink Berets patrolled its limits, that constant prison of ice and rock.  Luna stole to a small building, crafted of rock and no bigger than a shed.  He was there, the object of Luna's desires, whom she might visit, might keep for a spell, if only for a few hours lest by Celly he be missed.  Luna would be careful, oh so careful, but so too would she be sated.

Luna found him nestled in his place, an altar of stone in this life-foresaken place.  Reaching her muzzle - her magic might be seen - into a saddlebag, tender, careful, and slow, she drew forth a jagged spire of crystal, black as the abyss, and set it upon the altar before her master.

Somepony stirred outside and hastily Luna finished her deed.  She took him in her mouth, lifted him free, and stowed him in her bag.  Then, shaking with fear, she set the crystal in her master's place - it looked the same; nopony could tell - and Luna pressed herself against the wall.

A Pink Beret peered into the door, summoned light from his horn and gave the room a bored, cusory glance.  Luna's heart did pound in her chest.  Being so close to detection thrilled her unspeakably.  The guard stepped in, looked carefully at the fake spire, and then straight into Luna's eyes.

And then he turned and left.  Luna let her lip slip from her teeth - it had been close and yet her illusion held.  Her legs shook as she stole away from the hollow, but she had found success so far.  And she could feel his magic in the bag against her flank.  At once it was both hot and cold, pleasing and teasing, and oh so soon she would be his.  Luna scarce attended to the flight back home, so greatly giddy was her heart.

She skipped down the hallway to her chambers and once inside she locked the door.  Luna took him from her saddlebags, this time with her magic glowing like moonlight and scarce could resist running her tongue along his length.

No reason stood in her way, so thus she did.

Then she reached deep into her heart, seized her darkest self, and cast it into his crystal depths.

He appeared.

He appeared first as shadow crawling along her chamber's floor, then illusory spikes of dark crystal bristling from the walls.  Luna stood well menaced and thrilled.

"Crystal... slave..." his voice hissed.

"My master," Luna said and bowed.  "Take me, ye magnificent beast."

His body appeared in a cloud of shadow, the body of a unicorn, coat of gray, mane black as his heart.  His eyes glowed green and red and above he wore a steel crown.  His horn - Luna had quite a thing for his horn - curved and tapered like a scimitar to a red point.  On his back he wore a red velvet cape.  Steel armor guarded his throat and hooves.  He looked like an OC, but versooth he was in canon.

Luna sidled close and from horn to horn she cast a spark.

Then and thus they fuckéd well.

Celestia looked down from her balcony at the sundial in the courtyard below.  Luna was late to raise the moon this evening, but Celestia knew she was going through a rough time.  In the grand scheme of things, it was no great matter if the moon rose a few minutes late.  She raised herself up on her wings and seized the sun in her power, then falling back to the balcony she guided it down.

Another day was done and Princess Celestia, her public duty discharged, flew up to her sister's tower, perhaps to rouse Luna from her sleep or to make sure that she was well.

Landing on Luna's balcony, Celestia heard a noise which she hadn't heard over a thousand years, a tender grunt lusty as a midsummer night.  She blushed and paused, about to go.  Over the ages they had, of course, caught each other attending to their needs time after time.  It stood to reason they would again.  Privacy, of course was always the best choice - but secretly Celestia was glad.  It pained her to watch Luna grow up again, but here was another milestone passed without a hitch.

Besides, it would only be a few minutes - Luna was reliable that way.  Celestia would have stretched her wings, taken a lap around the castle grounds, come back to find Luna freshened up, slightly sheepish that the moon was late.  Then Celestia would hug her little sister and - tact of course, always with tact - not let on why she was so proud.

She would, if she hadn't heard another voice, deep and horrifically familiar, chuckle and hiss.  The blood drained from Celestia's face, taking her faint blush with it.  She burst through Luna's door, into the tableau that lay within.

"Sister!" Luna gasped and then was silent, her eyes wide.

Sombra carried on with his work, mindless and dutiful as the simulacralum he was.

Celestia blinked, her mind blank, and doing the first thing that came to her, picked up Sombra's crystal talisman with her magic.  He disappeared at once, so did the shadows and spikes, leaving Luna frozen, rooted, legs wide on the floor.

"Sister, I..."  Luna gulped, straightened herself, and dropped her tail.  "I am sorry.  Wilt thou-"

"This is for Twilight's test!" Celestia hissed.  "It's not a toy.  Especially, it's not that kind of toy.  We shall talk."

Then Celestia escaped, shutting the door behind her, trying to forget what she just saw.  A few minutes, yes, she decided and stepped onto the balcony.  That would give Luna time to wash up and herself - Celestia breathed deeply the clean night air - to get the smell out of her nose.