The Molestia Chronicles

Story one, chronicle two:

Early Recovery

Molestia sat in her quarters, breathing heavily at the amount of pain she was in. Chrysalis, the changeling queen, had charred her horn, and it hurt horribly. The nurses and guards tended to her, but the pain would not go away. She groaned and rolled over, trying to think of other things, like how sexy the queen was, but it was no use, the pain was too great. She managed to gasp out a few words, "Get... Luna..." She closed her eyes and groaned again as a wave of pain shot through her.

"Sister! Sister I am here!" Luna galloped into Molestia's room, stopping next to the bed and nuzzling her sister. "I shall take good care of you!" Luna smiled reassuringly at her sister. Molestia's expression did not change, and she beckoned to Luna.

"Come closer sis..." Luna leaned over the bed. "Closer..." Luna's head was now a few inches from Molestia's and Molestia licked Luna's muzzle, giggling weakly. "You always fall for that!" Luna turned a bright red as her eyes widened and she recoiled, putting her hooves on her muzzle. "Oh come now, I was just having some fun." Luna sighed, her sister deserved whatever she could give right now.

A few hours passed, as Luna and Molestia chatted idly, Luna changing the subject when it turned sexual, and Molestia frowning when she did. It was a normal occurrence, and Molestia didn't really mind, her sister was a shy, innocent mare. Suddenly, a scribe ran into Molestia's quarters. "Princess, why doesn't Luna try to heal you with her magic? After all, she's just as powerful as you." Luna looked to Molestia.

"I suppose it's worth a shot." Molestia said, and she laid back in her bed. "Climb up Luna, you're gonna need to get on top of me." Luna obliged, climbing up onto Molestia, her back legs spread apart, and her front hooves resting next to Molestia's head, and she lowered her horn. Being a naive mare, Luna saw nothing wrong with the position. Molestia however, saw everything sexual about it. Luna's marehood was hovering very close to her own, her chest radiating heat to Molestia's, and their horns touching, being as sensitive as they are, when they rubbed, it caused pleasure for both ponies, but neither showed it yet.

Luna's horn glowed blue, and she began pressing it against Molestia's, and Molestia bit her lip as her pain turned to pleasure. Luna worked hard, the spell strengthening as sweat beads formed on her forehead. Molestia was experiencing intense pleasure, as was Luna, but because of Luna's intense concentration on the spell, she was not aware of it. Molestia, on the other hand, was completely aware, and gasping quietly as her sensitive horn rubbed against Luna's. Luna strained, making the spell more and more powerful, grunting and exhaling sharply as she struggled, and the noises only fueled Molestia's pleasure, the heat radiating from their chests was intensifying, and their marehoods dripped quietly onto the bed, Luna still taking no notice.

Molestia was close to climax, and Luna's mane now dripped with sweat, it was incredibly sexy, seeing her normally long, flowing mane hang limply. Luna was also close, but again, was completely unaware, and the spell continued on and on, until Luna was completely worn out, as she was finishing, both princesses climaxed.

It started out subtle, soft moans and a bit of air-humping from both ponies, but then out of orgasmic bliss, they began grinding against each other, and their marehoods sprayed lubrication all over the bed, Molestia's pink sparkly fluids mixed with Luna's blue, and also sparkly fluids, and the two princesses rode out their orgasms. When the feelings faded, Luna came to her senses, and panted heavily. "D-do you feel any better sister?" Molestia smiled softly, her chest heaving.

"My horn does not feel any better Luna, but I certainly enjoyed cumming with you~" Luna's pupils shrunk and her eyes widened, her face a bright red as she looked behind her at the cum on the bed. She had orgasmed with her sister without realizing it. She hated the fact that her sister was so perverted, and Molestia would hold this against her for a long time to come. Meanwhile, Molestia grinned and sighed happily as she looked at the scribe, who had been standing there the whole time. His face was such a bright red, it actually heated up the room.

"You there, as punishment for your perversion, you must clean up the cum... with your tongue." The scribe blinked, and Molestia, for the umpteenth time, was making use of her subjects' tongues. She was recovering earlier than expected.