Author's Note

Dear reader, if you were brought to this story by the title, by the description, or simply because it was something new, I feel it is my duty to warn you--one last time--that this is not a story for the normal person. This is a story devoted to the strange; a story about a pony unwittingly shoved inside the rectum of another, where scat plays a heavy factor and the settings are anything but pleasant.

If such things do not interest you, than I beg of you turn back now. You are not the demographic, you will not understand, you will not have a good time. Find another story, enjoy it, and forget you ever found this one.

If, however, the things I listed about do interest you, then by all means, continue on; this story was written for you. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the story.

Prologue: Magic Is As Magic Does

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There are many strange events that have taken place in Equestria over the centuries; a mismatched monster capable of bending reality to his whim taking over as tyrant, a small army of identical ponies stampeding from the Everfree, a kingdom that fell to ruin because the two rulers were poisoned to love each other, and many other things that can--and have--filled many tomes. But perhaps the strangest story of all is one you won't find in any book or letter, but in the most secret of memories held only by the two Princesses of Equestria; Luna, and Celestia.

That night, cliche as it may sound, started out as any other. With the last petitioner gone from the Day Court, Princess Celestia allowed herself a moment's reprise before finishing the last task on her agenda; lowering the sun. Once upon a time, this part of the day was her least favorite; every night, for a thousand years, Celestia would lower the sun and raise the moon. And every night, she would remember the scream tearing from her sister's throat as she was banished to her prison, and the cold emptiness that formed in her chest.

This reprise used to be a time to steel herself for her task, a way to prepare for the flood of emotions that would overwhelm her otherwise. But now? Well, now it was a moment of peace; as Celestia looked out from her throne, her horn lit with magic powerful enough to move planets, she guided the sun along its final tract over Equestria's horizons so that it may share its warmth with those beyond.

As Celestia began to lower the sun, it was Luna's duty to raise the moon. The mare in question was currently on her way to the throne room to fetch her sister for breakfast--or dinner, in Celestia's case--before beginning her own royal duties. It was while walking through the hall leading to the large double doors of the throne room that she saw the vibrant light of the sun's rays start to fade from the sky.

Luna allowed herself to smile at this as a soft glow enveloped her horn; like a mother stirring their foal from slumber, the Lunar Princess gently coaxed the moon from its place at the edge of the land and raised it proudly into the night, starlit sky. The bright colors brought about by the day were replaced by the the subtle, muted tones that were only visible under moonlight. In the thousand years she had been banished, Luna had felt nothing but resentment for what happened to her.

But now, purified of her evils and with a mind free of jealously, she felt nothing but joy at seeing her moon take its place among the small, twinkling stars that dotted the sky. She missed this almost as much as she missed Celestia... even if she was too blind to realize it before. The Diarchs of Equestria both watched the transition of night and day through the windows; one from her throne, the other from the hallway.

What happened next was something neither Princesses would be able to explain; perhaps their magic was cast out the same time as a fluctuation, or maybe one of them accidentally interfered with the others spell. The reasons didn't matter, but the results? That was where this story truly starts.

Both Princesses felt it; a swell of magic, a jolt that shot through their bodies. For Luna, it resulted in little more than an unpleasant tingle--like she had somehow pinched all the nerves in her body and made herself numb--and a rather disorienting headache. But for Celestia? The results were much more... physical.

She was numb, and there was a dull throb at the base of her horn, but even more worrying was how much bigger everything was. The cushion to her throne was large enough to seat Ponyville, if only just. The carpet leading to the throne room door looked like an ocean of red stretching endlessly into the horzion--she barely make out the outline of the door, it was so far away.

It was understandable, then, that the first thought that came to mind was this:

"Discord, if this is a joke its in terrible taste."

And that was most definitely a thought, because even though her muzzle moved to sound the words, no noise escaped her lips. She tried again, and again, but no matter how many times she opened her mouth nothing besides the rush of air escaping her lungs came out.

Next, she tried to cast a spell--to see what happened to her. That too failed, only producing a few sparks for her effort. Whatever it was that made her this small, it burned out her vast stores of magic in the process--even her hair, normally flowing in a cascade of rainbow colors, had faded to its original pink color. She was till trying to work her mind around what happened, when she saw the doors to the throne swing open, and a blurry blue form walking towards her.

"Luna!"