Taking the Sun II: Day in the Sun

Princess Luna was not accustomed to sleeping during the night. The occasional nap during the height of the evening was as much her prerogative as any diurnal creature who did the same in the afternoon, but she considered slipping too far past the veil and into the world of dreams as tantamount to abandoning her post, if the moon was still out. She only slept at night when it was absolutely necessary, to conserve her energy for a prior engagement.

Today was just such an engagement.

Thus, when Luna found herself lounging naked upon a gilded throne, being pampered and serviced by two dozen instances of her elder sister in a sturdy leash and collar, she came to realize that nothing was actually amiss. As the many Celestia’s giggled, fed Luna grapes, or settled between her pale thighs to please her, Luna reveled in the moment by occasionally grabbing one by the hair to pull it into a deep kiss. She could feel her tension mounting in the solid world, and it could only mean that what she was experiencing was not quite a dream. As luck would have it, there was nobody in Equestria with greater skill at recognizing a dream or bringing herself out of one at any time than Princess Luna. She might have woken herself up immediately, but instead drew another of the many copies of her sister in for another kiss; feeding her tongue into dream-Celestia’s mouth and forcing her to suckle from it. Luna lingered there, one hand on the head of the sister between her legs, pushing her further into her work as the Moon reveled in the moment.

As the dream imagery began to congeal into soupy paint strokes and dissipate, Luna settled her senses on the one Celestia who remained, and ran her fingers through that one’s pastel locks as she kept to her work between Luna’s legs. Inevitably the rest of the scene bled away, until the faint vestiges of Luna’s real bedroom began to flicker to incandescent life all around.

“Mnn…” Luna murmured, her syrupy voice rising from sleep. “My pet. Good morning.”

Princess Celestia knew better than to interrupt a half-finished act of pleasuring her mistress. With her tongue buried deeply in her younger sister’s blossoming pussy, she responded with little more than a grunt, and moved to flick over Luna’s sleep-engorged button. Half-buried under Luna’s dark sheets, Celestia’s white nightgown and hourglass shape seemed to be in submissive to the very fabric that surrounded her.

Luna rolled with another wave of pleasure and shimmied into a sitting position, absently stuffing satin pillows against her ornate headboard for support. Celestia followed her movements perfectly, stroking Luna’s thighs as she helped herself to more breakfast. The Moon Princess grunted sharply, her hands coming in hard over Celestia’s ears as she arched her back to gaze at the ceiling. The easy release of early morning coursed through Luna, and she melted down the side of the headboard until she found herself looking up into her big sister’s eyes.

For a moment, neither sister spoke. With her breasts still heaving under her silken slip, Luna reached out to lazily twirl her fingers through Celestia’s hair like a fork through spaghetti. The shared smile between them spoke all the words they needed, and it persisted until Luna’s fingers completed their task. Wound up in pastel locks, Luna yanked firmly on them and drew Celestia close, licking her sister’s lips before offering a whisper.

“...only one, Pet?”

Celestia swelled with excitement, her grin broadening. “Forgive me, Mistress,” the sovereign offered. “In my haste to claim my birthday present, I neglected to place your enjoyment above my own.” Celestia then vanished from view, and Luna let out a delicious sigh as her sister went back to work. Luna planted her feet on the mattress, bringing her knees up to either side of Celestia and slipping off more of the blankets.

“Mm,” Luna mused, “you believe this to be your birthday present, Pet?”

The question required elaboration beyond ‘yes’ or ‘no’, and Celestia dared pause her toil to properly reply. “You know my wish is to serve my mistress.”

“I do. But for a mere, single morning, on such a day?”

Celestia blushed and shrank between her sister’s legs. “N-not entirely. I thought perhaps...for a whole day...with both of my mistresses…were it possible...”

Luna yanked on the long tress that still attached her to her pet. “You thought incorrectly. And you waste the use of your lips, my slutty sister.”

Celestia looked crestfallen, and allowed herself to be pulled back to her work without complaint. “Yes Mistress...forgive my impudence…”

It was all Luna could do to contain her smile until her sister could no longer observe it. As it blossomed across her cheeks, the moon princess continued her little game.

“You believe you are worthy of the gift of your mistresses, in tandem, for so much time?”

“Mmhm,” Celestia’s tongue paused, and she backpeddled, “uh...nuh-uh…”

“Better answer,” Luna approved as she toyed with the hair wrapped around her finger. “Your mistresses know what you enjoy. Thus you shall leave your special day to us.”

Celestia paused for but a moment with appreciation, grunted her assent, and stabbed her sister deeply with her writhing, slick organ anew. Luna chewed on her lip and lounged against her pillow, lazily enjoying the sensations rumbling below like fine wine. Celestia was well-trained, and she knew to draw out her sister’s second pleasuring of the morning. Luna let out a sigh, disentangled her fingers from her sister’s hair, and as though it were routine, yanked on the thick cord attached to a bell near her bed to summon a servant.

Princess Celestia’s entire body instantly went rigid. Her eyes snapped open and she ceased her work, looking up at her sister in shock.

“Did you just…?”

“I did,” Luna grinned. With a playfulness she could not hide, she watched the volcanic red on her sister’s cheeks deepen.

Celestia was as bewildered as a moth caught between three equidistant campfires. “You...but...but we’re…”

Casually, Princess Luna cupped her sister’s chin and held it firm, impaling the Sun with her eyes. “Do you trust me, sister-pet?”

Celestia knew that since the day the sisters became whole again, she could offer but one answer.

“Y-yes of course, but--”

Luna removed her hand and replaced it on top of Celestia’s head. She began to press firmly down. “Down, Pet. Trust in your mistress and perform your duty.”

Celestia’s head did not move. “L-Luna this...the servants, if they saw me like this...the intrigue alone…”

Luna’s smile vanished. She uttered her next words with such sincerity that her sister was struck speechless.

“Nothing of what you suspect at this moment will come to pass this day, my sister.” Luna pushed again. “Down. You will accept the word of your Mistress as enough for you.”

Confusion radiated from Celestia’s body like the rays of her orb in the sky. Her muscles slackened and her head dipped just as a rapping sounded at the bedroom door.

“Lady Luna?” A muffled voice called. “Your Highness? Is everything okay? You rang but there was nobody in your parlor…”

“The door is open, Dilly Dally,” Luna replied calmly. “Enter.”

The door creaked open and the handmaiden known as Dilly Dally stepped mousily into the room. She was a petite young lady with the body of a late-bloomer; her unruly mop of short auburn hair stark contrast to the orderly maid’s garb Luna had never seen her without. From her vantage, Dilly Dally had a clear view past the drawn velvet draped of Luna’s canopied bed...and the steamy scene within.

Luna could feel her sister’s hesitation. She reached down to stroke Celestia’s head soothingly, and turned her attention back to the servant.

“I require my bed linens cleaned,” Luna stated, nodding to the blankets that were now covering only Celestia’s rump. Dutifully Dilly Dally scurried over to the bed and began to gather the sheets, in the process completely exposing Celestia’s rumpled nightgown, which had ridden up all the way to her waist. Celestia was not wearing panties, and the bite of the cooler spring air of the room danced over her naked behind. Dilly Dally turned to cast the bundle down the laundry chute, and then came again to primrose attention, hands clasped below her waist.

“Was that all, Ma’am?” Dally inquired. “Can I do anything else for you?”

Luna merely nodded at her sister and yanked lightly on Celestia’s hair again. “Pet. Present.”

Celestia’s tongue was buried too deeply in her sister to reply. She hesitated again, but eventually thrust her apple-round backside towards the maid.

“What do you see?” Luna asked Dally.

Dilly Dally brightened, as was her habit when presented with a simple task she could complete and gain favor points for easily. “Your pet’s pussy of course, Your Highness.” She replied easily, even going so far as to touch three fingers to her lips and giggle out her next words. “Very slutty, too. Just look at how she’s dripping!”

“Indeed,” Luna replied. “And how does it feel to serve my pet during the day?”

Dally thought about it. Heedless of present company, she replied honestly. “Oh, I like my job Ma’am. And I really do enjoy serving my princesses, but...this one gets a little trying at times.” Dally’s eyes feasted on Celestia’s exposed secrets. “She can be a bit demanding.”

“Would you like to let her know that? Or perhaps show her how you feel?” Luna reached out, took Dally’s hand, and placed it on Celestia’s soft rump. “Would it not be...only fair?”

Luna removed her hand and lay back, patiently waiting. Celestia didn’t move, but jumped when she felt a hand come down hard on her backside that could not have been Luna’s.

“You leave your pajamas in heaps on the floor,” Dally said as her hand came down again on Celestia’s backside. “And sometimes even crumbs from your meals. You’re a slut, and you’re not very respectful to your maids.”

“Mmhm,” Luna hummed. “And?”

Dilly Dally was emboldened. “You should get dirty things ready for us so that we don’t have to do the work when we come to get them. And stoke the fire so we don’t have to get so close.” Dally’s hand drew back further, and the force of her next blow reverberated from the walls of Luna’s bedchamber. Celestia winced under the stinging pain that shot through her, and shamefully buried her face farther between her sister’s legs.

Luna placed a hand on her sister’s head but said nothing. Dilly Dally, the normally chaste young maid, was giving full vent to her feelings, and soon she had climbed up on the bed behind Celestia with her hands exploring under the Princess’s stomach. Dally yanked, and Celestia raised herself properly on all fours.

“You’re a sloppy bitch,” Dally shockingly uttered. “And you don’t have enough respect for your betters.”

Luna’s hand slipped down the side of Celestia’s head until she could force it up. “What do you say, Pet?”

Celestia’s confusion was still evident, but her sister’s smile was reassuring. Luna mouthed the phrase ‘It’s okay’ and repeated her question. “What do you say, Pet?”

The faintest smile played upon Celestia’s lips. “I-I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

“You really have a lovely body,” Dally said as her hands slid up to push Celestia’s nightgown further up and cup the princess’s dangling breasts. “I’d like to see you naked more often. And you’d be really cute on your knees whenever I come to your room.”

Celestia sighed as her maid rolled taut nipples between her fingers. The Sun replied without prompting this time. “I’m s-sorry I don’t prepare properly for your v-visits, Ma’am...I-I’ll clean up a-and wait on my knees...properly naked...n-next time…”

Dally brought one hand around to fondle Celestia’s hair. “Your flowing hair is always so lovely...I want to style it whenever I feel like it…” Dilly Dally removed her hands from Celestia and began instead to braid a tail in the princess’s locks; a narrow train that looped behind Celestia’s left ear as it floated among the rest of her wavy mane. Luna pushed Celestia’s head back down, encouraging her to continue pleasuring as she accepted the mark from her maid.

Dilly Dally worked until it came time to secure the long, thin braid. She fished through her apron and withdrew a lacy white handkerchief - standard issue for palace maids - and began to tie off the braid with it.

Luna smiled approvingly. “A subtle mark, to show your deference to the palace staff. You should be grateful, Pet.”

Celestia raised her head as Dally playfully reached the braid around to tickle the princess’s nose with it. Celestia responded to the gesture by tenderly kissing Dilly Dally’s hand. “Th-thank you Ma’am...you’re so kind…”

Dilly Dally grinned merrily. “You’re so much prettier like this! Touching you is awfully fun!”

Luna cut in, “Dilly Dally, you have duties to attend to. You are dismissed for now.”

“Oh, yes Your Highness!” Dally replied vigorously. She climbed off the bed, straightened her uniform, and casually slapped Celestia’s behind again. “And you, be good!”

“Y-yes Ma’am, I will!” Celestia whimpered. When Dilly Dally finally shut the door behind her, Celestia raised again to all fours and stared at her sister as she tried in vain to blow the braid out of her face. “What was that?”

“Your birthday present,” Luna replied easily, reaching out to hook the braid back behind Celestia’s ear. “Or one of them, at any rate.”

Celestia’s brow knitted. “You could have warned me.”

Luna booped her sister’s nose. “That, dear sister, would have ruined the element of surprise.”

Celestia wiggled the nose-poke off and was not deterred. “Sister, I know that you are used to...different times, but you cannot simple dominate the minds of our subjects whenever it suits you. It is not--”

Luna’s expression became suddenly stern, and she thrust a finger in Celestia’s face with such force as to silence her. “Hear my words sister, for I have done nothing of the sort. Everything you will experience today, despite being absent from the minds of our populace tomorrow, is borne of their true feelings towards their beloved sovereign. The magic frees their inhibitions, but it does not bind them. Had Dilly Dally truly no such desire to dominate nor explore your body, she would not have seen what was truly happening here, nor taken any of my cues. Had that been the case, I would simply have dismissed her. Regardless, she will remember this encounter tomorrow as occurring in a far more benign way.”

Celestia glanced at the door. “...are you saying that a member of our staff...desires to...with me?”

Luna put her hands behind her head and relaxed against the headboard. “Does it truly shock you, to know that some members of a populace who adores you so might have...secret designs on you?”

Celestia sat up on her haunches. “I...it never occurred--”

“Never occurred to you that perhaps the secret release you share with me need not be quite so secret?” Luna interrupted. “Never occurred to you that for your birthday, your sister could fulfill your greatest voyeuristic fetishes, while at the same time embarking with you on a clandestine quest to identify those with whom you can share your true self again later?”

“What of the children?”

Luna huffed dismissively. “They will not be invited to approach. From a distance they will see only what they already know of you, and will be none the more spoiled for the experience.”

Celestia turned back to her sister, her rumpled down draped now in unkempt gatherings about her frame. “I…”

“Tell me your pussy does not weep,” Luna grinned. “Tell me the tiny twin bulges I can clearly see lurking beneath your gown are but a mirage. Tell me that you did not enjoy conferring the respect of a queen upon that junior maid just now.” Luna looked wry, “Confirm any one of those statements, and I will end this immediately.”

Celestia glanced down at the ghost of her erect nipples under their white sheet. She said nothing.

“Today,” Luna explained, “is a day where the abnormal is normal. Where the fetish is commonplace. It is a day where you can be yourself,” Luna pointed down, “however, my pet, you still have a chore to finish before you may frolic in it.”

Celestia tried to ask if the entire city was so ensorcelled, but no words came out. She managed to mouth them however, and in return her sister only nodded. Celestia thought again to protest; to claim immorality on behalf of her subjects. But the sheer magnitude of the gesture tugged at her heartstrings, and it occurred to her that perhaps the citizens of Canterlot might even be enriched by the experience. In a single moment of explosive decision, Princess Celestia threw herself again to the mattress, wormed her arms around Luna’s thighs, and began to give herself to her sister’s sex with renewed excitement guiding every stroke.

Luna was caught a bit off guard by her sister’s vigor. She let out an uncontrolled whine in spite of herself and spread her legs wide, her hands pressed to her sister’s skull.

“Ngh, yes...th-that’s it, p-pet...sh-show me your desire rather than merely speaking of it…” Luna whimpered. “R-right...right there, y-yes...ahh...nghh!!”

Celestia bore into the night princess’s channel, devouring her juices and favoring her with slick strokes in all her favorite places. At length Luna cried out, and her walls went into squeezing spasms around the Sun’s tongue until Celestia could no longer penetrate. Suddenly planting her hands sharply on the mattress, Celestia pushed herself up, breathing deeply and tousling her hair as though just emerging from a swim.

Luna lay weakened on the bed, her breasts pumping fervently as her lungs worked. Celestia too paused to fill herself with air, but her recovery was swifter. She slid off the bed and rose to her feet, smiling down at her glowing mistress.

“I still have one or two duties to perform on this day Sister, and I should prepare for them. But, Luna…” Celestia blushed, “...thank you.”

Luna did not argue when her pet fled for her own rooms. Reveling in another moment or two of sweet release, she chuckled lightly at the ceiling.

“Duties indeed,” Luna said to nobody. “Though they will not play out the way you expect them to, Sister. Not the way you expect at all.”

Luna rose to hastily dress and prepare for what promised to be a most interesting day indeed.