Celestia, formerly Princess of the Sun and Ruler of Canterlot Castle, walked down increasingly familiar halls on her way from breakfast. The mare's coat once more was a pristine white, her frame filled out slightly more than when she'd first arrived. The biggest change she'd undergone was her hair. A solid pink mane and tail fell from her form. She'd almost forgotten what her true hair color looked like after so long keeping it the ridiculous rainbow her subjects had come to adore. The reveal to her stallion had been embarrassing, leaving her to tell him how it had started.

Luna, having been the target of one too many pranks from the white alicorn, had struck back with a potion snuck into Celestia's favorite shampoo, the after effects leaving her hair a brilliant rainbow-streaked pastel horror. Of course, even as the solar alicorn was internally panicking, she went about her day as usual, albeit with a much more strained smile than usual. To her surprise though, her ponies loved it, asking why she was hiding her true beauty with dyes. She'd spent the next week laughing about how her sister's prank had fallen through, and soon Luna had begun dying her own hair, her normally light blue mane being replaced by a beautiful night-sky canvas. And so it was for hundreds of years.

She sighed wistfully, remembering her time in Canterlot. She was always busy, but things were simple. She had her breakfast, a buffet laid on the dining room table, she met various delegates and ambassadors in the morning, ate a light lunch consisting of a salad with light dressing and a medley of vegetables, she held day court until dinner, her dinner usually consisted of one of ten or so dishes she really liked, she met with any noble petitioners for an additional hour after that, then she did her exercise, consisting of a few laps in the pool, using her wings like fins in the water, and a few trotted laps around the academy's track, followed by a few sprints. Upon her return, her sister had adapted a similar routine, though it involved more studying then anything else.

Here the exercise was first thing in the morning, as she joined Ares for his runs around the track. The court was much more quiet, petitioners whispering to each other while the one with the floor laid out his or her case. Dinner was never the same, the chef being tasked with not serving the same meal more than once a month, though sometimes Ares would request a favorite of his if the mood struck him. He'd given them, Luna, Twilight and herself, the option of making requests, but her one time student seemed fascinated with the plethora of exotic foods that were continuously being laid out for each evening meal.

Celestia opened the door to her new office, giving a curt greeting to her secretary, a young red-scaled dragoness that smiled and waved while listening to a changeling messenger. That had been the most difficult thing for her to do; find a new way to help her ponies. She'd spent so long as their protector and ruler, she wasn't certain what else she could do. Luna was at a loss as well, unsure how to proceed. What does one do when your talent, in their cases the shepherding of the sun and moon, becomes obsolete?

It was Twilight, bless the mare's heart, who had come up with the solution. She looked at their problem and within a few days approached them with a solution. She still remembered exactly how it had happened. She and her sister were both reading, listless at the lack of things to occupy their time. Oh it was fun to have time to themselves for once, of that there was no doubt, and Ares was always ready to welcome her into his room at night, but Celestia needed to do something with her hooves. A young pegasus had grabbed their attention, saying the lord requested their attendance in a meeting room. There they had found Ares and Twilight, both smiling and talking about the differences and similarities in electricity and magic. Noticing the entry of the other two alicorns, they'd greeted them, before Twilight directed their attention to a full graphical presentation with the sisters' cutie marks.

Next to each was an alternative interpretation of the meanings, possible jobs they could hold, and on the table before them were even resumes drafted for the one time diarchs. Both Luna and Celestia had been shocked at the ideas laid before them, though Luna had jumped at the chance to direct her full talents to the advancement of techno-magical research. It warmed Celestia's heart to see her sister giggling at the prospect like a small school filly, but her own problem was not so easily solved. She was powerful, yes, and intelligent from years, decades, and centuries of experience, but she needed her ponies. It was obvious to her after so long separated from them. So Ares had suggested counseling and public relations. He'd given her an office, the entirety of the laws and regulations his country used for foreign affairs, and even set up a secretary and office for the mare.

One month later he'd officially announced the kingdom of Metrocity to the world.

First the griffon and minotaur kingdoms had attempted to attack him, but his mixed forces were brutal in their retaliations. When the armies of his enemies combined and attempted to march to his lands, he'd ordered their supplies not disturbed, but tainted, leaving many ill and thus unable to fight. Their forces were crippled further as they had to order more soldiers to care for the sick, reducing their ready numbers exponentially. When those that were still able to fight managed to reach the outskirts of his lands, they were greeted by a large force of all the worlds species.

Dragons stood proud among his forces, spread out among his troops and directing troop movements with their deep, resonating shouts. Changelings moved in and out of the enemy lines, some striking before the battle had officially even begun, taking out the highest ranking soldiers they could find. Diamond dog trenches mixed with earth pony construction to create pitted walls to break the minotaur charge, hidden by large leaves and grass coverings. Pegasus magic directed horrific crosswinds, making flying all but impossible for the griffons, leaving them to attempt to join the minotaurs on the ground. The charge fell apart, broken as the dragons breathed fire over the heads of their own soldiers, shattering what little resistance was still available. Then Ares himself had taken the field.

The alicorn was a glowing symbol on the battlefield, a rallying sight to his troops and a beacon of terror to his enemies. His spells struck down hundreds of the enemy troops, his personally constructed and enchanted armor, based on his previous armor's style and materials, turned away nearly every blade and arrow. The few arrows that found purchase in his wings drew no reaction from him, other than him flaring his aura to remove them, barely a drop of blood falling from the wounds before the armor's enchantments had sealed the holes.

One week later he was receiving requests for a cease fire, though he told those in his inner circle it was most likely only because the aggressors had found arrows next to their pillows one morning. Celestia's life then became a whirlwind of activity, planning visits and hosting ambassadors, bringing requests for trade agreements to his office in the evenings, even going out and taking count of the progressing situation of her own ponies.

Many still bowed to her even weeks after their exodus, some even still calling her their princess, though not in earshot of any local guards or citizens. Their loyalty had warmed her heart, but she wasn't able to tell them the truth; that even if Equestria was taken back, it would not likely be in their lifetimes. Luna was happier in her current position then Celestia had ever seen before. Twilight was currently working as a historian, scientist, and magical advisor to Ares, with access to anything she needed a mere request away, while her old assistant Spike was being taught of his own species by a few mature dragons in Ares' armed forces. Even Tia was strangely content with her new role, a smile on her face as she spoke with a few diamond dogs who were in need of aid after a feral changeling swarm had hit their town. The invaders were repelled, those that could be saved placed in the care of the local hive. The town was damaged, however, and with the weather soon taking a turn for the worse as winter set in, they were looking to get the damage repaired post-haste.

Eventually she'd called it a day, once more invited to dine with Lord Ares. She laughed and joked with him, poked fun at her sister, asked how her one time student's day had been. She enjoyed the meal, and she loved the desert, sticking her tongue out at Ares when he'd chastised her for taking a third slice of cake. She'd retorted with a joke about burning the calories later that night, earning a blush from Twilight and an eye-roll from her sister. Then she saw it. The chance to activate a plan nearly a full year in the making.

Ares and Celestia had spent many nights together since the first time. Sometimes they just rutted like animals, other times they were passionate, trailing kisses up and down each others bodies. Ares though, he liked making a game out of it. Some nights he'd do something unexpected, locking an inhibitor around her horn and commanding her to pleasure him, or tying her to the bed and working her over in an excruciatingly and wondrously thorough manner. Other nights he'd be the one with the inhibitor, offering to please his mistress in any way she desired. The one she was watching for though, was when he showed up at night and lightly teased her in her sleep.

The first time he'd done it, she'd woken up in the middle of the night, unsure why she was so horny. She threw open her drawer, drawn a toy from her dresser, and tried to jam it inside her aching sex, hoping to cool the burning sensation she was feeling. The toy stopped just shy of her entrance, leaving her confused, before he'd offered in a sultry voice to take care of her problem for her. The thrill the combination of fear and excitement left her feeling was amazing. She also knew that he enjoyed it as well, finding it an enjoyable test of his skills both in stealth and in drawing out her pleasure.

Unfortunately for the male, his enjoyment of the activity was too obvious. Years of court with nobles had left her alert to his tells. He'd done it on three occasions over the last two years, each time she'd noticed several things that would occur the day before. He'd chuckle to himself when he thought she wasn't looking, wings ruffling slightly and his right ear twitching. He'd not stop her from taking an extra slice of cake, though he may make fun of her (this was more a prelude to any planned night, as the extra calories would be put to use later). Most importantly, however, was that when he planned on making a late night visit, he wouldn't speak of their nightly activity with her over dinner, or offer to let Luna join them to tease her sister. He prepared for bed and slept, his alarm set for some late hour of the night when she was certain to be asleep.

It was too bad his tells were so obvious. She'd have to warn him about that later; it was fun waking up to her lover's ministrations at unexpected times. For now though, it fed into her plan. Giggling quietly, she flared her magic, activating the magic-resistant stink-bomb she'd planted in her sister's room. The mess would leave her sister needing a spare room, which of course Celestia would offer her, citing the fact that she would be spending the night in her lover's room. He'd show up later that night, sneaking into the room and rutting her silly, and Luna would finally do something other than research. It was truly strange. When had Celestia become the adventurous one?

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Luna slowly trotted into her sister's room, an irritated glare on her face. The guards had alerted her before she walked in about how bad the smell in her room was, but the fact that she couldn't dispel it no matter how much magic she overcharged the spell with frustrated her. No doubt her wonderful sister had some hoof in this. No matter what Tia had said, the offer of her sister's own room had come too quickly, too conveniently.

The blue alicorn checked the entirety of the room for arrays and spells, looking for anything from sound redirection spells to blast the sounds of their love-making at obnoxious levels into her room at odd hours, to simple spatial bending arrays that would dump water on her when she fell asleep. The complete lack of anything out of order didn't satisfy her, so she checked the room three more times, each time becoming more irritated when nothing was found.

Yawning from her long day, the alicorn decided further searches would be just as fruitless, and that perhaps her sister would forget to activate whatever she'd stored in the room once the stallion properly satisfied her. She smiled as memories of her work settled in her mind, the hundreds of arrays and chemical formulae she'd been working on being her version of fluffy ponies hopping over a fence. She'd always loved magic, and delved much deeper into its mysteries than her sister; to have her friend and fellow alicorn, Twilight working on such an underdeveloped equestrian field such as magitech? The ideas Ares had set before them, all things accomplished without a single iota of magic, set her mind alight with the possibilities.

The stallion could be a genius in some areas, but by the stars did he frustrate her. Even worse was her sister, the two going at it like rabbits for the first few weeks of their arrival. She understood Celestia was ecstatic to have what she referred to as a 'proper male' for once, but Luna really didn't need to hear about how wonderful it felt when his ring dragged against her most sensitive spots during an orgasm, or how amazing he smelled to her right after sex. Even worse was when Tia had suggested she try the stallion herself. Her latest attempt still hung in the mare's mind.

"I'm telling you Lulu, you're missing out." Celestia said, a wing draped over her shoulder as Luna was reading a tome on advanced chemistry and writing down her notes..

The darker mare rolled her eyes. "I do not see what you find so fascinating about him. He's a brute, running more on testosterone than intelligence sometimes."

"Oh yes, there's lots of testosterone. Among other things." Tia giggled. Leaning in to Luna's ear, she whispered "I know you still remember your calculation for the size of a stallion, sister. What do you come up with for him?"

Luna flushed, shoving her sister away with a burst of magic while continuing her writing. "Just because I do no feel the need to rut everything with anything of a phallic shape, does not mean I need you to bring up such lewd memories. Twas' years ago, and I have grown out of it. I am no longer a slave to my baser needs, unlike you it seems."

Celestia just laughed at her, walking towards the door. "Fine, be that way. I suppose that means I just don't have to share." With that the white mare stuck her tongue out at her and left, the door closing softly behind her. Luna sighed in relief at her departure, before turning to her notes.

Her cheeks tinged pink when she saw the last thing written on the paper. It was her old calculation, based on height, weight, horn or wing length, and general level of activity. What was worse was it matched what little she vaguely remembered catching a glimpse of in the throne room on her arrival. Shaking her head she ripped off the calculations and threw the paper into the trash before teleporting to her room. A cold shower would work wonders for her right now.

The results of her calculation still lingered in her head from time to time. A burning heat from her nethers cried out to her, reminding her that she'd not tended to herself that night. She'd noted an upturn in her needs in the last week, her once a century heat coming in and leaving her avoiding the stallion more than usual, lest she jump him. It was such a bother sometimes. Unfortunately, all of her tools were currently fumigated along with the rest of her room, and she didn't dare touch her sister's stash. She'd seen it once, and had spent the next few days trying to figure out why her sister was so insistent on seeing herself stretched. She shifted uncomfortably a few times, her teeth gritting as her excited sex rubbed against itself and reminded her of its current state. Finally she ended up comfortable on her stomach, head on a pillow and needs dismissed for the night. She'd tend to them at a later time. She was patient, much more so than her sister.

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He slinked into the room under cover of absolute darkness. The stallion could hear the resting breathes of his target, see her form rising and falling under her covers. He grinned to himself. It was a game between the two, Ares and Celestia. Find new, interesting ways to spice it up. One of his favorite had been sneaking up on her when she least expected it and getting her hot and bothered, often before she'd even realized he was there. They'd then engage in a furious oral battle, and the victor of the battle was granted the position of dominance. He licked his lips hungrily at the memory of her reaction to the reverse of the position he'd used on her the first night, the white mare sitting on him as he lay on his back. She'd been unsure, not really knowing why he'd offered the awkward position until she tried shifting around a bit, gasping in shock upon learning just how much control over her occupant it granted her. Ever since they'd first exhausted each other they'd been trying different things, different positions, hell, they'd be writing a book soon if it kept up.

The memories and the excitement of his target being so close sent a pulse through his body. His wings extended slightly, while his shaft just started to peak from its hiding spot, a slight sheen of liquid enthusiasm showing on the tip. He reached the bed without a sound, slowly driving his muzzle under the blanket and drawing close to her rear. It was dark, but he could still make out the scent of a female, the nearness of his goal driving him forward. He reached a hoof forward, gently brushing aside her tail and tracing her lips with a feather-light touch. The mare shuddered at the touch, a muffled mewl being thrown into her pillow. Emboldened, he traced her again, this time ending his circuit with a slight pressure being exerted right where her button would emerge once she was fully aroused. Again he was rewarded with the mare's shifts, her tail raising slightly and a slight dribble of feminine arousal trickling down her lips. He didn't need to see her slit to know she was getting hot; he could smell her need in the air.

Something nagged at the back of his mind though, even as he continued his game. It was there, even if he couldn't grasp it, but he pushed on regardless. Taking one last breath over the mares dripping need, he trailed his tongue up her love in a slow, sensuous route that left the mare moaning her arousal aloud. Just shy of the ridge that separated her swollen lips from her puckered hole the stallion stopped with his ears perked, the moan and the taste finally bringing to the fore of his mind what was wrong.

It didn't smell like Tia. It didn't taste like Tia. And that most certainly wasn't Tia's voice. His tongue fell from the swollen and dripping outer lips, embarrassment flooding his mind as he realized just who he'd been working over for the last few minutes before a strong aura wrapped around his head and drove his muzzle back into the mare's cunny.

"Erngh- I already plan on punishing you, though not as badly as my sister, whom I'm certain is behind this. If, if you do not finish, however, I will feed you your own wings." Luna growled at him, holding his muzzle against her winking slit.

Tentatively, he slid his tongue over her lips once more, gently tracing her before she growled at him.

"Enough of your games, you limp d-EE!"

Hearing her complaints, he'd driven his tongue in and worked her over, trying to hit every point of her love tunnel with his thick tongue. Hearing a moan of pleasure escape her, he levitated the blanket off of them, no longer needing to be covert, and began striking at her sensitive spots in shifts, drawing back and watching her wink and push herself back against him before driving back in, each time watching for his target. After the fourth attack, he spotted it, her clit finally emerging from its hiding place. Immediately he struck, wrapping his lips around it and suckling the sensitive nub. Luna gasped at the attention, her wings going from slowly rising to inspection ready with the sound of a parachute's deployment.

Ares hummed contentedly at the mewls and moans of his prey, the mare bucking slightly even as her canal dribbled all over his muzzle. It was far from how he'd imagined his night going, but it wasn't the first time Celestia had surprised him. The white mare's love of pranks and jokes was legendary, though setting her sister up in her place to get pleasured was a new one for him. Judging by the blue alicorn's articulations, Luna didn't seem to be as put out as she'd tried to sound.

The alicorn mewled pitiably once more, her wings hitching as her body prepared to hit the peak it had been seeking for the past few days. Remembering a trick that had always worked on the larger mare, he nibbled lightly around her neglected outer lips before scraping her button with his teeth, all while wrapping her wings in a warm, firm magical grip. Feeling her body tense up in anticipation, he applied pressure to the base and joints of her wings, causing the alicorn to scream her approval into her pillow, even as she spattered her viscous lubrication onto his muzzle. He lapped some of it up, smacking his lips at the taste. While her sister made her love of sweets obvious, it seemed Luna had a sweet tooth of her own, though she was much more covert about it.

"Been hitting the pastry shops again, haven't we Luna?" He asked her. "Don't think I haven't seen Moon Beam visiting the nearby bakery." The mares gasps and pants were all she managed to give in answer.

The blue alicorn's pleasure was all well and good, but the painful need he felt in his own loins called to him more with each beat of his heart, the rock hard rod demanding its just reward. He once more lit his horn, pulling the mare's rear hooves off the bed and positioning himself behind her. Even as her legs shakily caught her weight and her mind registered the new position, she felt him requesting entrance, rubbing against her still-needy flower. She bucked back slightly, more on instinct then actual acknowledged desire to rut. He took it as her answer all the same, driving into her and drawing a strangled yelp from the smaller mare.

Luna's eyes were wide in shock as the cock was driven inside, her insides forced open more than they'd ever been before. She could feel him hilt before long, could actually feel her rear legs shifting outward to allow for the sudden occupation of her vaginal canal by such a large object. Being so tightly wrapped around him, she could feel everything. Every beat of his heart, driving warm blood into his engorged dick. Every twitch of muscle shifting both the flared head and his ring, causing them to brush against her in the most exquisite ways. Every needy pant leading him to shift his weight, moving the rod buried deeply inside her.

It wasn't just her vagina that was being treated well, though. He nibbled her neck sending electric sparks of pleasure down her spine, he brushed his horn against hers while channeling mana into her own, he splayed his own wings over hers in an overlap that left every point of her sensitive limbs being caressed by his own. There was no disguise magic at work here, dulling the sensations. There were no hidden parts of her that he couldn't reach due to them being removed by a spell. Everything her body wanted, every point of contact it craved was met with perfect synchronization against his own. She'd never felt so charged before, never felt so ready to burst.

Then he started to move.

The stallion's penis dragged out of her slowly, so slowly it felt like the sensation lasted forever. The ring left her before long, leaving only the flared head dragging along her insides. Just before it left her, she whinnied in protest, bucking against him. He answered her pleas, slowly driving it back in. She buckled slightly as his ring re-entered her, the sensation of being driven open again in her current state leaving her legs shaky. The mare gritted her teeth as the stallion picked up the pace, feeling the increasing speed of the sensations drive her closer to the strongest release she'd ever experienced.

"Oh, oh buck. Oh buck O buck buck buck" The female panted out, the pressure building inside her with every thrust. She yelped at an unexpected nip at her neck before mewling pitiably, her forehooves pawing the sheets uselessly. All she could feel was the warm thrusts driving into her more erratically each second. All she could hear was their pants, and the meaty slapping of his balls against her puffy labia. All she could smell was her own arousal, the stallions hot breath, and the thick musty scent of his sex.

Ares himself was enjoying the contact immensely, the mare's tight sex gripping him with more force than he'd thought possible. She bucked several times against his slow advance, attempting to drive him deeper into her burning sex. It was weird, seeing the blue alicorn so ready to accept the contact, but his own excitement and lust prevented him from backing off. He trailed kisses up her neck as he advanced, using his hooves to pull himself deeper into her and stroking every reachable point, from her wings to her perfectly rounded flank.

Eventually he hilted himself in her, balls wobbling back and forth at the sudden stop, lightly tapping against her. She'd wiggled around a bit at that point, making certain he was as deep as possible, before he'd drawn himself back out, not certain who enjoyed the friction more. Unlike with the other mare, he didn't have to reposition himself, didn't need to shift his angle of penetration too much. There was no part of her he wasn't hitting, and the only thing he could change was just how much pressure was exerted on parts of her vagina. He grunted in exertion, feeling his balls slap against her again and again, the churning sensation of his seed begging him to allow it access to her deepest chamber.

The mare felt herself clenching up, her wings twitching in anticipation of her climax. Sensing her reactions, he pressed his own wings down on hers, increasing the flow of his magic into her already over-sensitive horn, and bit down just under the left side of her jaw, applying enough force to draw a small trickle of blood. It didn't stop her ascent. Her mind was so clouded in fact, the pain could only be registered as pleasure, the growl emanating from her mate resonating through her chest even as he gave a few last erratic thrusts into her needy sex. She screamed out her orgasm even as he buried himself as deeply as he could, forcing even more of himself into her in his almost feral drive to mate her. She felt herself clench down around him, her muscles desperately stroking him, attempting to draw his seed from him. After one last thrust, she felt him twitch.

A warmth ran up his length, deep into her body. She felt his tip flare wider, locking him deep inside her. Moments after feeling his tip expand, the warmth reached the pressure being exerted from his head, and she felt him twitch and try to thrust deeper despite his lock, driving Luna deeper into the bed. The mare cried out, this time with less energy as her orgasm had left her panting, feeling each shot of his seed forcefully painting her internal walls until she was certain there was no clean spot left. Still his orgasm continued, a pressure building in her body until finally, she felt something shift. Suddenly the pressure changed, and the warm heat seemed to flow deeper into her. She vaguely noted it had probably flooded her womb, the large male giving off a few last weak twitches as he finally ran dry.

The afterglow held them both for several minutes afterwards. Luna inwardly smiled. If that was what her sister had been working with lately, it was no wonder she'd been so keen on getting ahold of the stallion every night. She sighed in contentment, her aching desire sated for the moment. Slowly the stallion pulled out, laying down behind her and wrapping his wings around her. Normally she'd reject the show of affection, but it felt nice. His hooves traced her slightly heavy stomach, a slight sloshing echoing through her ears each time he'd shifted and bounced her.

Luna was just beginning to drift off when she felt something press against her back. It was long, and still slightly hard despite the release. The alicorn's eyes opened in realization.

"I hope you're not falling asleep, Luna." His smug voice whispered into her ear. "Because we're far from done."

Before she could answer, he'd risen from the bed and sat on the floor, bowing in difference to her.

"I am at your command, my mistress."

The blue alicorn's heart leaped at the words, her lust returning in a torrent at the idea of wielding that kind of power. Slowly, a grin spread over her face and she shifted on the bed. She offered him a hoof, keeping her nose high in the air as he kissed it lovingly. At her continued aloof state, he began to service it, running his tongue over the hard surface before tracing the bottom of it. Then his tongue explored the inside of the ring, a shudder passing through her at the perceived power. Finishing with a kiss to the soft part of her hoof, he started on her other hoof, giving it the same treatment. Her wings were soon fully displayed again, though if it was in arousal or some sort of intimidation technique she wasn't sure, nor did she care. Sighing in contentment at the treatment, she shifted, giving him a side-view of her body. She looked down on him and spoke with authority in her voice.

"Tell me, is my moon not glorious? Would you wish to worship it, to give it its proper due?"

He looked over her flanks, a small smile on his lips. "Your form is more beautiful then the deepest night sky. Given the choice, I'd rather be lost to the world, forever gazing upon this sight than free under the stars." With that, she shuddered as he moved and laid light kisses over her cutie mark, the soft contact being completely at odds with what she expected of him, with what she'd just experienced from him.

After what felt like an eternity of gentle kneading and soft caressing, Ares jumped back up on the bed, drawing a curious look from the mare as he laid on his back, looking at her lovingly.

"I give myself to you, my mistress." He said, gesturing to his current position. "I give you reins. Do as you wish with me."

Slowly, she rose from the bed, moving over him and holding her slowly warming nethers over his muzzle. He caressed her, guiding her descent until she felt him begin to explore her depths once again. She wiggled and shifted her weight, enjoying the sensations even as she laid her barrel against his. His powerful tongue was never still, wiggling against her walls in the most wondrous ways, drawing a few whimpers from her despite her attempts to remain distant. Soon her mind wandered, the sight and scent of his own sex drawing her attention. She sniffed it curiously, remembering her sisters first reaction to it. Immediately her heat flared up, her pussy clenching powerfully and holding his tongue inside for a moment before it relaxed, allowing him to continue.

She sighed, driving her muzzle into the soft fuzz and breathing in the musky scent. She attempted a few licks, seeing the male below her squirm at her ministrations drawing a small smile, but it wasn't nearly enough. Not when the pulsing stallionhood was twitching eagerly under her gaze, a slight trickle of pre declaring its readiness. She rose and turned around, using her magic to guide him inside as she pressed against his barrel once more, this time locking lips with him.

She gasped at the returned pressure, this time her shifting and wiggling having much more control over the rods movement. She drove herself down, easily impaling herself fully before lifting her flank into the air, drawing him back out, a wet slap resounding through the room. Repeating the motion, she watched as he basked in the sensation, laying down under her and enjoying the contact. Enjoying the feeling of her gripping him so tightly, enjoying the panting of her exertions, enjoying the nibbles she delivered to his exposed neck. She enjoyed his gasp as she brushed against his horn with her own, returning the sensations delivered to her earlier with just as much lustful drive.

Luna ground relentlessly against Ares, constantly shifting him to deliver the maximum pleasure to her clenching desire. She knew she was hopelessly lost to her lust by now, she could feel the shared fluids smearing against her teats, spreading along her inner thighs with each grinding motion, spraying over their tails every time she felt herself pulsate, driving her excess lubrication out in spurts.

Feeling his dick start to twitch inside her, she giggled as he bucked uselessly against the air, unable to drive himself into her as his instincts demanded. She leaned down to his ear and panted "Beg. Beg me for your, release, beg your mistress. And just maybe, hah, I'll let you finish."

"Oh shit." He muttered, still bucking against her. "Oh, please please, mistress. By your mercy, fuck, let me finish, let me-hngh. Let me give you m-y, love."

She considered extracting a better plea, as honestly it was pathetic, but her own burning need was becoming overpowering. "I suppose I, I can do that." She whispered. Lifting herself and driving down on him several more times, she felt him lock deep inside her once more, causing her to drag him into the air as she rose and fell mindlessly. She felt the warm flow of his seed flowing to its destination. Her body reacted to his tensing instantly, attempting to milk him dry, clenching around the dick and trying to draw it and its payload deeper. She kissed him forcefully, their moans being drowned out in each others mouths. Once more she felt the pressure of his ejaculate pressing against her, and once more she felt the warm shifting of its entrance into her inner sanctum. One final time she became aware as her body reacted, white hot pleasure flooding her mind in reward for her hard work.

Then something changed for her. Suddenly Luna was overcome by the intense sensations assaulting her mind, releasing a primal scream that rattled the sound-proofing barriers around the room. She began to rock against the stallion desperately, her heat breaking through her years of self-discipline after she was weakened by back to back orgasms. She moaned loudly, spoke harshly to him, pleaded desperately for more, told him to fill her completely. Luna, mare of proper and polite conversation, had decided to take a vacation. In her place, rutting the stallion below her for the rest of their long night, was someone she'd never recognize. Nor was it someone she would ever admit to being, even under pain of death.

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Luna returned to consciousness at an indeterminate time, sunlight filtering in through the drawn curtains. She felt exhausted, but unable to recall why. She also felt giddy, free of the distracting burn of her heat for the first time this week. She sighed, snuggling into the warm fuzzy pillow she was laying upon, a stupid grin on her face. Her pillow returned the snuggle, and the blue alicorn's eye snapped open.

A single steel grey wing was splayed underneath her own.

She lifted her head, adrenaline filling her body as she realized her position. She floundered about attempting to extricate herself from her partner's grip, eventually falling off the bed. Looking around even as the stallion slowly shifted about as he was waking up, Luna gaped at her sister's room.

The air was heavy with the scent of sex, driving home her activities of the previous night. Scattered around the room were toppled items, random feathers of either blue or steel coloration, and even a few odd streaks on the walls and the window. Whether the streaks on the window were drool or something of a more questionable nature, she didn't want to ponder.

A hiss of pain drew her attention to the grey alicorn as he took a tentative step out of the bed, wincing at the effort. Despite his grey fur, the blue alicorn blushed, noticing many small bruises and bite marks trailing all over his form, including a black eye. Worse yet, he had several locations on his wings that were missing primary feathers. The stallion looked around for a few moments before shaking his head.

"I promise I'll double check before I start something like that from now on." he mumbled as he walked to the bathroom, wincing with each step. "Honestly though, if that's your revenge for someone who also got caught in a prank, I want to see what you do to Tia."

Luna blushed at the comment, rubbing a hoof over her other fetlock nervously. "Well, I was a bit excited last night. Heat can do that to a mare after all."

His eyes widened even as he took a drink from a pitcher, choking on the water. Clearing his throat he stared at her in horror. "Heat?!? You were in heat last night?"

"Well yes, otherwise I would have been able to push you away. Alas it was not the case, though I do feel better now. Better than I have in years, actually." Noticing his widened eyes, she rolled hers. "Oh please, my sister and I have mated many times during our heats over the years. Nothing has yielded fruit. We are sterile."

Ares breathed a sigh of relief at the news, not interested in an accident in addition turning into an accident of multiplication. His face scrunched up in confusion a moment later. "If you're sterile, why do you still go into heat?"

Luna opened her mouth to respond, before clicking it shut. It was odd, actually; he had a point. She couldn't think of any other sterile creatures that experience heat, not off the top of her head. Most of them didn't even have a desire to mate, much less have cycles. The more she thought about it the wider her eyes grew. She'd never become bothered by the stallions wandering around during her previous heats, only this last one. A heat that occurred next to a male of her species.

Seeing her widening eyes, the other alicorn growled in anger. "Your revenge is going to have to wait. I'm going to kill her for this."

Author's Note

So I was staring at the ceiling trying to sleep when this fic popped back into my head. Only it was the idea of Ares sneaking up on what he thought was Tia, and getting yelled at by Luna for getting her hot and bothered. I started thinking about it, and eventually BOOM, second chapter of what was supposed to be a one-shot.

Meanwhile, Celestia is standing at the door, ear pressed against it.

And she looks like this