It was a special sort of day. For the first time in a long time, the four princesses of Equestria had gathered in Canterlot to have a friendly get-together. They all sat around an earth-tone table made of finely crafted metal latticework, having the appearance of twisting roots coming up from the ground, topped with a frosted pane of glass. The gardens of Canterlot Castle spread out all around them, the flowers filling the air with a lovely perfume. The weather was perfect, with the sun shining brightly above and just a few clouds floating lazily through the sky. Princess Celestia had, of course, made sure the Canterlot weather team had crafted the conditions perfectly to her liking.
Hot tea had been poured, steam still rising from the cups which sat upon dainty saucers with tiny colorful cookies. However, nopony had touched any of the fare, their attentions drawn by three plain white boxes that had been brought by Twilight. All eyes gazed down at them and their contents. Within each, a nearly identical hoof-made stuffed plush version of Twilight Sparkle had been placed. The mare in question sat silently, awaiting the others’ reactions to her gifts.
“Oh my gosh! They’re adorable, Twilight!” Princess Cadence lit up her horn and greedily snatched up all three of the little stuffed ponies. She pulled them to her chest and wrapped her forelegs around them, squeezing them into a tight hug and nuzzling her nose against them.
Twilight shivered slightly and flashed a bright smile at her dear friend. “I’m glad you like them. They took a long time to make since I had never made anything like a doll or a stuffed animal before. I was worried that they wouldn’t turn out well, but after a little help from Fluttershy, everything came together.”
“No fair hogging them, Cadence,” Princess Celestia said, pouting out her lower lip and fluttering her eyelids.
“Okay, fine.” Cadence relented, gently setting the stuffed ponies back on the table.
Celestia quickly scooped up her plush and gave it a squeeze. “They’re wonderful, Twilight. I wish I’d thought to bring something for you girls.”
Princess Luna raised her teacup to her lips. She glanced down at the plushie, and then looked up at Twilight, squinting her eyes. “It seems a bit strange that one would create a likeness of oneself. Is this a common practice in Equestria that we have not yet picked up on?” She sipped daintily at her tea once again.
Twilight rubbed a hoof against the back of her head. “Well, no, it’s not. But I thought that it was a good idea,” she said, taking a deep breath. “You see, you three have been such a powerful force in my life. Without Princess Celestia’s guidance, I would never have discovered the magic of friendship. Without Cadence, my life as a foal wouldn’t have been nearly as bright and cheery, not to mention she is one of my dearest friends. And of course, the same goes for you, Luna. I am so glad I was able to be there to help reunite you with your sister, and to help you make friends of your own. Even if it was under dark circumstances, you were very much the catalyst that showed me the power of friendship.” She blushed slightly, her eyes nervously darting to look at Luna, who was still sipping at her tea. “You three are so special to me. I wish we could get together more often, but because of our royal duties, we never seem to have the time, so the plushies are a little reminder that I am always with all of you.”
Celestia and Cadence smiled and lightly clapped their hooves together. “Well said, Twilight. They’re wonderful gifts, and we shall treasure them, always. Thank you.”
Princess Luna lifted the plushie up and set it down in front of her. She smiled down at it and nodded her head. “We agree, Twilight. A gift from the heart, and we accept it with ours.”
Twilight sighed with relief and smiled back. “That’s wonderful. I was worried it might seem a little odd. I’m glad you understand.”
The three of them continued to chit-chat and enjoy their day together. Twilight felt a warmth in her heart, as well as butterflies in her stomach, whenever she noticed Princess Luna occasionally glancing down at the little plush Twilight and smiling. She would sometimes reposition it on the table, almost as if she were making sure it had a good view, or that it could reach for the little plate of cookies if it had the ability to do such a thing.
Twilight couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, as well. Unbeknownst to any of the other princesses, those three little plushies, or rather one in particular, was part of a plan that she had been hatching for the past several months.
It had all started the first time Twilight saw Princess Luna not as Nightmare Moon, but as her true self. She was a small, frightened, sad little pony. Her heart was full of darkness, but a new light had been let in, and in the moment, Twilight also felt a little light appear in her heart. With the warmth of friendship having just opened up a whole new world to her, she wanted so badly to reach out to that frightened pony, to get to know her, to share that warmth.
Twilight’s desire to become close to Princess Luna only grew stronger. At first, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling. At night, she would dream and see images of Luna. Those dreams always filled her with such joy, yet also such sadness when they ended as she awoke. As time went by, her dreams of the princess became more intense, more vivid; they almost seemed real. Thoughts of Princess Luna infected her mind like a disease, becoming stronger with each passing day, until Nightmare Night finally arrived. Princess Luna came to Ponyville in order to celebrate the occasion, but was appalled at what she found. Twilight couldn’t blame her. She felt so sad for Luna, and tried to reach out to her. While at first unsuccessful, she was eventually able to show Luna the joy of Nightmare Night. Luna made friends, and also became closer to Twilight in turn.
That night, as Twilight lay down to sleep, she curled up in her blankets and she found herself whispering to her pillow. “Princess Luna...” Her eyes fluttered open. She felt a tingling in her belly as she tightly curled up her body. Images of Luna danced in her head. Her flowing mane, her beautifully dark coat, her perfectly formed body and wonderfully round, tight little--
Twilight gasped as she felt her front right hoof, as if of its own volition, travel down her body and between her legs. She pressed the underside of it firmly against the top of her warm slit and felt a surge of moistness. She let out a tiny little moan, but then bit her lip. She kept her voice as quiet as she could, fearing she might awaken Spike, who was sleeping not four feet from the foot of her bed. She gently massaged herself, her whole body quivering with pleasure, her voice wanting to hop out of her throat. She restrained it, though. Her mind filled more and more with images of Luna. This time she imagined her in bed as well, lying on her back, her legs spread and her own hoof pressed against her dripping wet marehood. Twilight’s whole body shook with greater force as she envisioned Princess Luna arching her back, her mouth open and moaning. Twilight grunted slightly, not allowing herself to cry out as her pussy leaked down her thigh and onto her bed.
All too soon, it was over, a blur of emotion and primal ecstasy. Twilight lay limply on her side, allowing her breathing to calm itself. Her mind came down from the high up place it had just gone and finally began to function again. Twilight pushed her cheek against the softness of her pillow as she came to a realization that she probably should have noticed long before this night.
I’m in love with Princess Luna.
From that day forth, she couldn’t deny it. Every time she saw Princess Luna, she felt a yearning deep down inside. Every time she heard Luna speak, it was like music, even if she used the Royal Canterlot Voice, it was still her voice, and she found it enchanting. Any evening she had a chance, she stared out her window at the moon as it rose and placed a hoof against her chest, knowing that she was witnessing the work of the one she so loved.
Yet for all of Twilight’s love, the princess seemed unattainable; unapproachable, even. As the days and weeks passed, and the longing in Twilight’s heart became stronger, she felt an even greater need to lock it away, keep it hidden, and just let it be her own secret to bear. It fueled the fires of her passion at night many times, and with each time she would feel stronger sadness that it could never truly be.
Then, one fateful night, something nopony had expected to happen came to pass. It was a momentous event that Twilight couldn’t have predicted in her entire lifetime: She ascended. She became an alicorn, a princess. Suddenly, she felt a new strength, not just in her magic and her standing amongst the three other princesses, but in her ability to perhaps take the leap, confess her feelings to Luna, and accept the outcome for better or worse. She couldn’t do it, though. She’d felt the moment approaching on several occasions, but fear of rejection weighed heavily upon her mind, and she had talked herself out of it every time.
One night, in a stroke of brilliance mixed with some darker thoughts, she came up with a plan. At first, the thought frightened her, but her mind still played out many possible scenarios, the idea eating at her until she eventually found herself studying books on sewing and doll making. The fight in her heart was slowly transforming into excitement.
Her plan was thus: She would create three little plush versions of herself and give them as gifts to the princesses when the moment presented itself. Upon the plush she gave to Princess Luna, she would carefully weave a spell that would allow her to see through the plushie’s eyes, hear through its ears, and feel with its soft, velvety skin.
I can’t do this! It’s wrong! she thought to herself, even as she was sewing cloth together and stuffing hollow limbs full of soft filling. It’s spying! Such an intrusion! And what if she finds out? What if she detects the spell? Her skin crawled as she thought about what being found out could do to her, and yet the thought also excited her, driving her forward with her plan even more.
Despite her moral objections, she soon found herself studying various magical scrolls, delving into dusty old books, crafting contingency spells that would allow her to immediately dispel her enchantments, even from a long distance. At the same time, she had recruited help from Fluttershy, remembering that she was very knowledgeable when it came to sewing. To Twilight’s delight, her friend thought the gifts were a wonderful idea, and lent a hoof. Despite Twilight’s success, her conscience continued to eat at her in the back of her mind. If Fluttershy knew what I was really up to, what might she say? Would she try to stop me? Convince me that this is wrong? I should tell her! I should let her be the voice of sanity in this! But she didn’t tell her. She couldn’t tell her! Before she knew it, she was staring down at three completed purple plush alicorns. Upon each doll’s tail, she tied a tag with the names of the princesses written upon them, and then she cast her magic spells upon the one labeled ‘Luna’.
It was done. There was no going back. Giving in to her conscience, she made a compromise with herself: she promised that she would only spy upon Luna one time, just one night, to see what she would do. To see if she would talk to the little plushie, or perhaps snuggle with it. The thought that Luna might even divulge how she felt about her to the little stuffed Twilight made her heart dance, but also fill with worry. She had no way to know if her plan would bear fruit, but even if nothing came of it she would at least, before it was over, know what it feels like to snuggle up against Luna as she slept. That was, of course, assuming the princess brought the plushie to bed with her. There were a lot of ifs in her plan, but Twilight was determined to execute it no matter what. Even if it meant nothing changed, even if she found out that Luna didn’t feel the same way, she would at least have peace of mind.
The day arrived. Twilight was invited by Princess Celestia to have tea and brunch in Canterlot with her, Princess Luna, and Princess Cadence. It was too perfect. Twilight packed the plushies into boxes, boarded a train for Canterlot, and was on her way.
Back in the present, the four princesses were saying their goodbyes. “It was so good to see the two of you again. We really need to do this more often!” Celestia said, reaching out and wrapping her hooves around Princess Cadence.
Cadence returned the hug and nodded her head. “Yes, it was just wonderful. It can get awfully cold and lonely up in the Crystal Empire. I mean, I have Shining Armor, of course, but I miss Equestria sometimes. Little visits like these make all the difference.”
Celestia moved to Twilight and embraced her as well. “Thank you again for the gift, Twilight,” she said, and then leaned forward, pressing her muzzle to Twilight’s ear. “I’ve never seen Luna so pleased to receive a gift. I can tell she really loves it, even if she doesn’t show it in the same way.”
Twilight smiled, her cheeks becoming rosy. “I understand,” she responded. “I’m so glad you like them.” She then turned to Cadence, giving her a hug as well.
“Thanks Twilight. Maybe I’ll make you a little plush me next time!” Cadence said with a grin.
“That’s okay, although I have to admit, it sounds adorable,” Twilight said. Going with the flow, she let go of Cadence and turned to Princess Luna. She lifted her forelegs, offering a hug to her, but Luna lowered her gaze slightly and then let out a forced sounding yawn.
“Yes, it was quite lovely. We are pleased with this meeting, but we must return to our chambers and get some sleep soon.”
Twilight lowered her forelegs and smiled, though she felt her heart drop into her hooves. “Of course. You have to be ready for the night to come. This is like the middle of your night, isn’t it?”
Luna smiled back at Twilight. “Indeed. But it was worth it to see all of you and spend time together! We could not be happier!”
“Well, I’d better get going,” Twilight said, turning towards the balcony. “I think I’ll just fly back down to Ponyville. The weather is so nice, after all.”
“Suit yourself,” Cadence responded. “I’m taking a train. Forget about flying north, let me tell you!”
The four of them laughed, and then Luna turned to re-enter the castle. “Very well. We shall retire. I bid you all farewell.”
Twilight prepared herself to fly as the other three princesses made their separate ways. Luna’s voice called out once more, and Twilight glanced over her shoulder.
“Thank you again for the gift, Twilight. We shall be sure to treat it well! A hoofcrafted item such as this deserves... special treatment.”
Twilight smirked. “Well, don’t worry too much about that. You’ll find it’s pretty durable.”
Luna walked past the threshold before her, slowly turning her head forward, keeping her eyes locked onto Twilight as long as she could. She chuckled quietly to herself as she headed further into the castle, her eyes trained down onto the little plushie as she went. “Let’s go get you comfortable, Little Twilight. Do you mind if that becomes your name? We do so like it.”
Twilight took off towards Ponyville, going as fast as she could manage. She tuned her horn to the plushie’s magic and could feel it being carefully carried by Luna as she made her way back to her bedroom. Flying is also faster than the train! she thought. It would be nice to get back to the castle before Luna falls asleep.
Back in Canterlot, Princess Luna opened the doors to her chambers. She made her way in, meandering towards her bed. She gently floated the plushie onto the bed’s surface, placing it neatly against one of her pillows. She smiled down at the little plush and felt a sudden increase in her heart rate. Turning, she swished her tail behind her as she made her way to the door at the back which led to her private bathroom.
She glanced over her shoulder once more at the plushie and grinned. “We shall return after our bath, little one. Don’t go anywhere.” She gave the doll a wink and then entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Twilight’s ear twitched as she flew, having heard what Luna had told the plushie. She could feel the sensation of having been laid down upon soft, cool silk bed sheets. She quickly tuned out the plushie’s magic connection, deciding that it might be too relaxing while she was flying. Still, she smiled, pleased with the fact that Luna was, indeed, talking to the little stuffed her. She’s taking a bath. That’s good. It gives me a little extra time to get back.
Princess Luna reclined in her bath, which was more like a small pool or a hot tub. Jets of warm water gently massaged her as she carefully used her magic to scrub her mane with a soapy froth of shampoo. Sitting beside the bath, on a shelf, were several bottles of fragrant oils. After rinsing her mane out, she levitated a bottle that was simply labeled ‘Moonflower Musk’ and emptied a portion of its contents into the water. She relaxed her body, letting the scent swirl all around her and fill the air with its sweet, alluring fragrance.
She leaned down to her side, letting the water envelop her all the way up to her chin. She twisted her rump upward and gently spread her hind legs, allowing one of the warm water jets to press against her most sensitive of places. She let her mouth gape open lightly, breathing through it as the water tickled her marehood, spreading the scent of moonflower musk deep inside of her. Before long, she felt her whole lower body tingling with delight.
She glanced up at a clock on the wall and cocked an eyebrow, surprised at how long she had already spent. That should be long enough, she thought, We shouldn’t spoil ourselves before the moments ahead of us. She carefully stood up, stepping out of the tub, letting the water flow down from her body and drip to the floor, her tail swishing slightly as the cold air hit her behind. Using a combination of a towel and magic, she dried herself off, and then pressed the moist towel to her nose, breathing in deeply. The smell of her bath oil hung faintly on the fabric, and she smiled. Perfect.
She emerged from the bathroom, her freshly cleaned and dried coat and mane shining in the sunlight that was flowing in through her windows. She put a stop to that shortly, pulling dark, black curtains over the windows with her magic. She turned her attention to her bed, creeping onto it more slowly than usual. She lowered herself onto her smooth, silk sheets and rested her head against her pillow. The little Twilight plush stared back at her. She grinned and grabbed hold of the tiny doll, hugging it up against her chest. “Our own little Twilight,” she said aloud as her horn flashed lightly for a second. She smirked and hugged the plushie closer, tilting her face down and letting her breath kiss the little doll’s head. “What ever shall we do with you?”
Meanwhile, in Ponyville, Twilight had just arrived at the castle. She walked hastily through the halls and up to her bedroom. Upon entering, she turned her head this way and that. “Spike?” she whispered. When there was no response, she closed the door and locked it. She sat down on her bed, her mind suddenly muddled. The spell to tune back into the plushie’s magical wavelength was on the tip of her horn, but she hesitated, unsure if she should actually go through with it.
Princess Luna is surely in bed by now. She’s probably fast asleep, she thought, letting out a sigh and allowing her body to hunch forward. I should just dispel the magic now. This was such a stupid, and frankly, creepy idea.
Her horn glowed as she prepared to dispel the magic, but she hesitated once again. Maybe… Maybe I’ll just listen in for one short second. She’ll probably be asleep, and then I’ll dispel it. She grimaced, forcing herself to put her mind on the plushie’s wavelength. Her senses were immediately filled with the plushie’s surroundings from many miles away. At first, she tuned in only to the sound. She could hear somepony breathing, perhaps a bit faster than they would from sleep. There was another sound, as well, which she recognized immediately. She could hear the softest of magical energies being released from a horn.
She’s not sleeping. She’s casting magic of some sort? I wonder what she’s doing. She attuned herself to the plushie’s other senses as she lay down on her bed and closed her eyes, concentrating on what the plushie was seeing and feeling. At first, it was disorienting, but then she heard something else that made her snap fully into her role as the little stuffed alicorn. She could hear the slightest, smallest moans hiding underneath Princess Luna’s breathing. She could feel the princess’ forelegs wrapped around her. It was strange, yet comforting. The princess was so big in comparison to the little stuffed doll, so to Twilight, it almost felt like being wrapped in a soft, living blanket.
The moaning came again, this time a little more loudly. Twilight gasped as she realized what was happening. She had no control over where the little doll was looking, but she didn't need to. She recognized those sounds and that soft use of magic. Oh my gosh! She’s… masturbating!
Twilight’s body froze, her brain weighing the moral implications of what she was listening in on against how wet she was quickly becoming. She didn’t want to stop hearing the princess’ adorable little squeaks of pleasure. She didn’t want to stop feeling the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She didn’t want to stop being embraced by her warm, soft forelegs... and yet she knew she should. She’d hoped the princess would just hold the plush, maybe talk to it, but this had suddenly gone to a whole new level of voyeurism that Twilight wasn’t sure she was comfortable with.
That’s it. I’m dispelling the magic. I can’t do this! she thought, preparing herself to cut off from the wavelength. She was suddenly interrupted by movement. Princess Luna’s forelegs unwrapped from around the doll, and Twilight felt the sensation of being levitated upward with magic. The image from the doll’s eyes revealed to Twilight a sight for which she had been longing to see for many moons.
Princess Luna lifted the doll up above her bed. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs apart, her chest now heaving with heavy breaths. She looked up at the doll and grinned as she tilted its head down, past her chest and belly, to her secret place between her thighs. She had positioned her starry, waving tail over herself, obscuring her marehood from view. “Look what you’ve done to us, Little Twilight,” Luna said, and then slowly pulled her tail away, revealing her pink, swollen pussy. It was dripping with her glistening fluids and winking every now and then, begging to be attended to. “You’ve gotten us so very wet.”
Twilight’s eyes would have been popping open and shaking if she wasn’t forcing herself to keep them closed so she could still see what the plushie was seeing. She stared down at Luna’s slick pussy lips, feeling a shiver run up her spine every time her royal marehood winked at her. Just above that, she could see Princess Luna’s nipples standing erect atop her two glorious mounds. It was a sight she had not even dared to dream before, and now she was actually seeing it all. She felt her own pussy begging to be touched, to be fucked, as her juices freely flowed, dripping down onto her tail. Any thoughts of dispelling the magic had completely left her mind as she gazed upon Princess Luna, powerless to do anything to her. She began to massage her own pussy lips with magic, her breathing speeding up as well. She began to gyrate her hips as she worked herself over, sliding her magic up and down her slit and giving her nipples to gentlest of little pinches. She gasped as Luna suddenly plunged the plushie down at her snatch, pressing it firmly against her.
Luna rubbed the doll’s nose against her lips, letting it trace around them. Twilight inhaled deeply, breathing in a heavenly, floral scent, a mix of sex, desire, and moonflower musk. She felt herself losing touch with reality. She wished she could just take the doll’s place, but she was powerless to do anything but what Princess Luna allowed her.
“Oh, but you’re much too small to do much down there, now aren’t you, Little Twilight? Let us help you with that,” Luna said. Her horn flashed with magic and shot right at the plushie, which ballooned to double, then triple the size it had been, expanding until it was almost the actual size of its namesake.
Twilight let out a loud moan as the doll erupted in size. What in Equestria is she— Her thoughts cut off as Luna pushed the plushie’s face back up against her marehood, grinding it against her, up and down, her juices soaking into where its mouth would be if it had one.
Twilight could feel Luna’s lips sliding against her mouth. She desperately wanted to taste her. She opened her mouth and licked her lips, but tasted nothing. In frustration, she started to work her magic on her own pussy more furiously, and then an idea floated through her mind.
No! Twilight thought. This is already too much! If I do that, she’ll definitely find out there’s somepony on the other end of that plushie! But… she’s already so into it, she probably wouldn’t notice just a little. She lit up her horn, and using the same technique she had devised to dispel the magic, she instead cast another spell on the doll. Despite the long distance between them, the spell struck true, and Twilight prayed the princess hadn’t noticed. She still felt Luna grinding the doll’s face against her warm folds, and was confident she hadn't.
Here goes… Twilight opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, knowing full well that Luna would almost surely find out now. She didn't care anymore, she needed to taste Luna's love. On the other side, a magical tongue materialized on the plush’s mouth. Twilight grinned at her success. She flicked her tongue in the air above her, but what she felt and tasted was Luna’s warm marehood being thrust up against her. The taste was like nothing she’d expected, sweet and thick with a hint of honey. She began to lap furiously at Luna’s pussy, and as expected, the princess most certainly noticed.
Luna gasped for air, the feeling of a tongue coming from the doll taking her by surprise. She took it in stride and pushed the doll's face even harder against her marehood. “Yes, Twilight! Feast upon our love! Drink of our nectar!” She curled upward, grabbing ahold of the doll’s head with her front hooves, pressing it firmly down against her as she used her magic to levitate pillows onto the bed to support her back.
Twilight could feel everything, every bump, every smooth, slick fold of flesh with her tongue. She twisted her tip up over Luna’s clit, pulling a loud moan out of her. She pushed forward, the magical tongue at the other end burying itself deep into the princess’ temple of pleasure.
“Do not desist, Twilight! We are almost— Almost—!”
Luna let her body press back against the pillows, crying out, her voice echoing across her chambers as orgasm rocked her body.
Twilight felt the princess surge against her face, her marehood tightening and spraying forth. Twilight had worked herself to climax as well, having not relented in her own manual stimulation. She curled her body up tightly and sped up her pace, massaging her clit and pushing herself over the egde as she shouted loudly. “Lunaaaa!” She came, her juice further soaking an already wet spot on her bed. She fell limp, and felt Luna release the plushie on the other end. She rested her head against her pillow, but it felt as if she were lying against Luna’s warm mound. It was soft and comforting. She could feel one of Luna's hooves gently stroking her mane, but that moment did not last long.
Luna rose up, letting the plushie fall to the bed’s surface. “Your princess is not done, Twilight Sparkle,” she said, and then rolled over onto her belly. She pushed her ass into the air, swishing her tail to one side, presenting her dripping, winking pussy. “You will now rut your princess! We will not be satisfied until we are full of your love!”
Twilight gasped. But… I didn’t make the plushie with one of those. Obviously. What’s she going to do?
Twilight’s question was answered quickly. She felt a strange sensation between her legs as something hard began to sprout out from it. She opened her eyes and looked down at her crotch. Nothing was different, but she still sensed that strange feeling of growth. She closed her eyes again, switching back to the plush’s vision. Luna had levitated it closer, pressing it right up against her rump. She was mounting the princess, her chest pressed firmly against Luna’s warm, tight ass cheeks.
“Do it this instant, Twilight! We command it!” Luna said, and then used her magic to pull Twilight even further up her backside.
Twilight felt her hips press forward, and then felt something completely alien. Her new, hard appendage pressed into Luna’s snatch, being enveloped by warmth. Twilight gasped and her eyes shot open briefly. “Okay. She gave it a penis,” she noted, but didn’t have much time to reflect upon it as the feeling of her pushing into Luna’s pussy inch by inch sent new sensations through her body. Her brain was about ready to overload, or so she thought, but she suddenly felt her instincts kick in. She began to thrust her hips forward and backward, as if her brain somehow automatically knew what to do with these new feelings.
Princess Luna looked over her shoulder and began to use her magic to make the doll fuck her. She moved gently at first, its glowing magical cock pushing in and out of her easily, just a little more each time, until the entire shaft was well lubricated. She started to increase the speed of the lovemaking, each stroke faster and stronger than the one before it. She buried her face in a pillow and screamed into it as the Twilight doll fucked her from behind, taking long, fast, furious strokes. The thumping sound of the doll’s hips colliding with the princess’ ass filled the room, along with the wet, smacking sound of her pussy and her muffled moans.
Twilight was back in her room in Ponyville, breathing heavily, growling under her breath, gasping for air. She felt something rising up inside her, not unlike the orgasms she was used to, but she somehow knew it would end differently. Her horn began to glow with white magical energy as she thrust her hips and felt the orgasmic energy travel up her spine and build in her forehead. She moaned, squealing out Luna’s name each time as she felt herself getting closer and closer to climax.
Luna could feel the magical cock beginning to twitch inside of her. She twisted her front hooves, gripping her dark sheets tightly. She cried out to the Twilight plushie, turning her head and staring into its eyes. “Yes, Twilight! Cum! Cum inside of us! Fill us with it to the brim!”
The sight of her eyes, the curvature of her back, the feeling of her warm ass as it bumped against her stomach, and the begging of her hot, ever-tightening corridor was more than Twilight could bear. She let out one final, growling moan, and then her horn exploded with white hot magic. It sprayed in busts from her horn, falling to her bed’s surface like a thick magical cream. Twilight felt the magic energy coming out in waves, the hot sensation of release burning at her horn’s tip, but also at her nethers. She could feel her pussy winking furiously in time with her horn, a sensation that left the rest of her body paralyzed.
Luna called out Twilight’s name as she felt Twilight flare and erupt inside her, releasing shot after shot of her creamy payload, pulsing over and over, filling her beyond capacity. She cried out for more, throwing her head back and digging her hindquarters against the plushie, squeezing as tightly as she could against the magical member. Thick, oozing drips of the sparkling white magical substance dripped down from her pussy, soaking into the bed beneath her. She fell forward, exhausted, and rolled to her side.
Twilight lay on her bed, out of breath and spent. She felt a weightlessness take her as Princess Luna levitated the plushie through the air back in Canterlot. She felt a sensation that she assumed was all of the liquid that had soaked into the doll being magically removed, and then she felt her back press firmly up against Luna’s chest. Luna’s forelegs once again wrapped around her, but this time they were the right size. She could once again feel Luna’s gentle breath against her ear.
Luna kissed the back of the plushie’s head and giggled slightly. “What a naughty little thing Twilight has made for us,” she whispered into the stuffed doll’s ear. “We shall have to thank her appropriately soon, in person.” She made sure her voice was soft and sultry, and then licked the plushie’s ear teasingly before closing her eyes and drifting off.
Twilight felt a chill in her spine. She tuned out from the doll’s magical sight, but decided to leave the sound, touch, and taste active. Had she known? Twilight wondered as she basked in the afterglow. Or does she just really like plushies? She giggled and pulled a blanket over herself, the warmth from her body and the feelings of warmth from Luna’s body, many miles away, relaxing her. She took a deep breath and slowly drifted off for an afternoon nap. She hoped that she would dream about Luna. No, rather, she was certain that she would.
Author's Note
I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at a one-shot clop story! That said, a sequel is in the works that will be told from Luna's perspective and give more insight into her actions. For this one, though, I felt it better to just let it happen and have fun with it. I think Twilight and Luna had plenty of fun together, yet separate. 
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