Hunting Season

Elsewhere, Luna's hand quickened over Celestia's perfect, plump sex as the elder Astral let out a shuddering moan, chewing lustfully on her right finger. "You see it there," Celestia said, pointing the finger at the image before them. "That… that look, that gorgeously dazed look of climactic catharsis… the shuddering realization of enlightenment!"

Luna laughed softly, watching the Solar Alicorn with fascinated lust as Celestia climaxed. Both of them had seen no reason not to enjoy themselves while monitoring the pair, though Luna still was a bit grumpy (and somewhat sore) from Celestia's insistence on spanking her repeatedly after Luna had gotten frisky and challenged Celestia to wrestle.

Nonetheless, Luna smiled, and kissed Celestia lustfully on the lips. "I wish I hadn't missed that," she said, her smile turning wistful.

Celestia returned the kiss, panting a bit. "Mm, dear?" she asked, attention full on her lunar partner and away from the image. She reached over and took Luna's cheek and chin in hand and pulled her forcefully into a lusty prench kiss, preventing an answer for a long moment. Luna followed, marveling at her sister's strength; for all the last millenia's relative peace, Celestia had apparently never slackened on her personal routine. Luna had no more than a moment to contemplate how much stronger her sister had become before the demands of Celestia's lust and her delicious, eternal skill at the arts of the kiss sent the thoughts out of Luna's head until Celestia's hunger was at least somewhat sated.

Celestia broke their kiss with a smile. "Sorry, I was still cumming, and you taste sweet."

"Cakes and other sweets are how your hind end retains the loftiest of titles, aren't they?" teased Luna before swiftly holding up both hands in half-silly surrender, her hide still sticky from earlier and current ministrations. "Quarter! I cry for quarter!" she shouted before Celestia's eyes could flare to more militant play. We have a job to do, after all.

"Then, my dear Lulu, you'd best answer me," Celestia said, licking her lips. Luna groaned lightly, panting; Celestia had rarely let her lust out like this before she'd had to banish Luna. Since Luna's return, Celestia had not only ceased resisting Luna's advances, she had begun to advance quite rapidly in Luna's direction.

I never knew what fires lurked in her heart, Luna told herself as Celestia's lips, just her lips and tongue, perfectly implied all manner of hunger and sexual congress. Thank Harmony she held back from forming a herd with me when we were younger; I don't think I could have taken it. I wish I'd known why, though; Celly, dear, you keep secrets just for their own sake, I think.

Celestia smiled beatifically, and the spell was broken; but as she kissed Luna on the nose, she gave a little growl that seemed to have phantom fingers seizing directly at Luna's needy clit, saying, "I didn't quite get enough good top time on my guards… are you offering?"

"Alas. We have responsibilities, dear Mistress Sun," purred Luna. She would not let her sister believe her utterly befuddled; Luna's long war with the Nightmare on the Moon had granted her the soul-strength to sport and dally without the rightful fears Celestia had concerning her otherwise strong-willed and rather delicious Twilight Sparkle. Luna leaned in and kissed Celestia's ear, nibbling lightly on it before saying, "What I was trying to say is, I learned of your manipulagasms not long after my own tempestuous ride through puberty's hazards. I'd always thought it strange, and perhaps somewhat cruel."

Celestia's eyes brightened as Luna enthusiastically named her mistress; then saddened, the age gulf between the two alicorns showing again in the deep sadness. "Lulu, I'm so s-" she started to say, before Luna cut her off with a forceful kiss of her own.

Remember, dear sister, Luna thought, I may be your younger sib, but I am your nigh-equal. She proved it vigorously, wrapping her titanic arms around her larger sister, squeezing forcefully, dark hide on white. Her tongue invaded Celestia's surprised lips, and Luna tasted once more the unquenchable heat of Celestia's love. Think you not to outdo the Warmistress on any field unchallenged, dear Celly, Luna thought, but she quietly said, "Never be such, if your love for me is true,"

Tracing a femme-juiced finger over Celestia's jaw, Luna continued, "I will admit that you made mistakes, as I did, but Celly, the fault was mine in primary and this is but one aspect of it." Luna pecked Celestia on the cheek quickly, tasting the nigh-addictive glory of solar quim cum with a soft shudder. Perfection; feminine perfect musk and taste so indescribable; but Luna simply smiled, and caressed Celestia again. "Celly, I see it in your face now as I see the ones you hide in court before the nobles all!" she exclaimed.

"I don't…" Celestia said, tilting her head.

"You never lied to me, and I should have known, for Honesty was mine," Luna said, and wrapped her giant arms tight around Celestia yet again, squeezing close. She submissively nestled her muzzle under Celestia's, and sighed contentedly. "Your greatest pleasures have always sprung from real enlightenment. From growth, dear Sun, from growth and joy learned and shared." Luna ducked her head further under Celestia's muzzle and neck, taking security from the contact. Aye, my boss-mare, my liege, my love. I see it now, Luna told herself with a wistful inner smile. Thy love is bringing others to reach as close to thy perfection as thou can'st, and I am glad now to share thy embracing gravity.

Celestia's sadness left her face, and she beamed down at Luna. "Do you truly believe me now, dear Moon?"

Luna kissed Celestia one last time; she really did need to get back to watching her student and their agent. "Aye," she breathed. "You cream to queen-- hist!" she said as Celestia tried to deny the title, "Shan't have it, even if you will not let me acknowledge your true seniority now." Luna stuffed her own bitterness down, knowing that she had not merely lost a millennia on Celestia to the surrender to Nightmare, but two, for Celestia had needed to be two alicorns, ruling the dance of day and night and destroying foes meant for a shared throne.

Luna could not imagine the sheer weight of it; more than any exercise routine, carrying Sun and Moon, Perfection and Dreams, Transmutation and Illusion, that must have been the source of her sister's immense leaps of power and strength-- justly so, the reward of the cosmos for good stewardship even as the awful weight had been punishment for Celestia failing her sister and her people with her blindness. "You cream to queen," she repeated the near rhyme, almost sternly, "But only in the manner of Guinevere the Just. Your climax is tuned, ultimately, to ruling others to their good fortune, and to seeing them realize it. Such orgasms are your just reward, and a sign that your soul is pure."

Celestia wordlessly hugged Luna back, and then the two turned back to the image.

Luna frowned, and searched her eidetic memory. "They've moved on to kink, despite my instructions," she concluded. "Perhaps... I should intervene, now."

Celestia shook her head and chuckled. She ran a finger over her puffy, tight labia and then tasted her own cum with a happy sigh. "It's hot, Lulu. And they're just playing a bit."

Luna nodded to Celestia. "Well, maybe," she allowed

Celestia squeezed a gentle, but intense caress on Luna's beautifully-defined bicep and tricep, and the Warmistress of Equestria reveled in her sister's regnancy over her blue-coated might. "If you really think it necessary," Celestia corrected herself.

Inwardly, Celestia violently was cursing the slip; she knew she needed Luna's perspective for perfection. Without Luna's Dreams, without her true mastery of the realm, Celestia's planning had been hampered, half-blind, and often vulnerable. Celestia knew she had been so lucky with Twilight and the others; Celestia vowed to force herself to trust Luna's decisions, and from time to time take suboptimal but workable routes if they would aid her dark sister's confidence.

Things might have gone better, had Luna listened more to her pride and accepted Celestia's unspoken apology. But her guilt at Nightmare Moon, despite a decade clean, and her own ambivalence about the plan in the first place, lead, and Luna just said, "I'll summon up a wind of dream and darkness; if it turns too ill, I'll send word in Royal Canterlot for them to cease." As an afterthought, but one she would thank herself for later, Luna added, "Or teleport in, if we see the need."