Collaboration

Chapters

Dome Ceiling
Dreamscape
Picnic Basket
Origin
Behold

Dome Ceiling

The rise of a kingdom told in stories is much different when you are a part of the construction of that empire. It is a fascinating perspective indeed. Every time I am hired by anypony for my services, be it a simple coat of paint, to the tedious task of painting the ceilings of Canterlot Castle, my strokes would be left for many generations to come.

My work was heavily sought by many of the ponyfolk who heavily invested in their homes and demanded meticulous designs within their establishments. Not to mention, my lovely wife-to-be, who was a sculptor beyond the levels of mastery, also assisted in spreading my name throughout Canterlot. Everywhere she went, my name left her lips.

She was a sweet mare. But she was absent from her home most of the time. As work was very demanding for us both, White Pillar and I had very little time for one another. But that did not mean we weren’t in love. The moment we managed to place down our tools of art, Pillar and I would engulf each other with a love that would make any changeling salivate.

I knew that every time I dabbed my brush into different paints, there was a chance that conflicting colors would taint the hues of an already perfect color. Caution was my middle name, conveniently placed in between Back and Drop. But even masters are far from perfection and have a tendency to make errors. Some errors could be nothing more than getting a single drip of marble white on the floor. And some errors would leave a nasty smear across a freshly painted portrait, distorting what was supposed to be a lovely beauty for all to see.

This is my smear.

***

Every time there was a knock upon my door, I would immediately answer its call. It may be a confounded solicitor attempting to sell me their services or products, while the pony at the door might be in need of my skills. I only disliked solicitors because they always sounded so convincing. The moment you allowed one word from their tongue to enter your ear, they had begun their reign of victory.

A hoof knocked at my door, almost causing me to flinch and ruin a typical bowl of fruit painting. I prayed by the grace of young Princess Celestia that she sent somepony who would indeed need me. When I was greeted by guard clad in gilded armor, I wondered if my prayer was actually heard.

“Good morning,” the guard spoke. “Are you the painter by the name of Backdrop?”

“I am, sir,” I said. I gestured my hoof into my dwelling to direct his eye to my setup propped up in the center of my studio. The pegasus, however, did not adjust himself to any movement. His stare was firm on me.

“You are being requested to Canterlot Castle for your services by the young Princess Luna.”

I knew my name had made its way across the kingdom, and there were several times where I was brought to the castle to add a few details to a hoofful of pillars. But being requested by the regal sister herself was not expected. “Th-the Princess Luna?”

“Yes.” I had little time to collect myself as the guard began instructing me. “You are to arrive at Princess Luna’s estate by the fourteenth hour. She will be present, so I advise that you do not keep her waiting.”

I fumbled my composure, “She… she will be-”

“Yes.” The guard sighed out his nostrils, a sign his patience was thinning. He pushed a scroll into my chest. “Show this when you enter the castle grounds. You will need it to approach Princess Luna’s estate.”

“Yes, sir.” I grabbed the scroll with my wing and tucked it into my feathers.

The guard only nodded once and muttered a, “Farewell,” before he marched down the street. I closed my door quietly as if to not wake up the rats in the walls. All at once, the severity of the princess’ request smashed into me.

My subconscious awakened with vigor, ready to instruct me with positive advice. Indeed, I was very joyful to learn that Princess Luna had chosen me to work for her. There was also the lingering dread that the princess who raises the very moon requested my craft! My predicament was a pro and a con. I wanted to arrive with confidence and give Princess Luna the best I could provide. I also did not want to disappoint her with less-than-perfect work.

With a few hours at my disposal, I chose to return to my simple painting to mull over what I might need to paint for the regal sister. I could only pray to her sister that all would go well.

***

I lugged my wagon through the castle hallway as I looked back at my small cargo. I chose various paints ranging from Princess Luna’s natural pallet in hopes to predict her choice of colors. Ponies who have hired me before had a tendency to use similar colors based on their fur and mane.
A door with a symbol of the moon was flanked by two guards clad in velvet-purple armor. Both were mares. Their eyes were equally as sharp as their horns. The colors of their furs and manes reminded me of the fiery sunsets fading into twilight. Perhaps they were twins.

“Name, please!” the right unicorn demanded.

“B-Backdrop,” I said. The gravity of her voice forced me to halt too quickly, and I felt the paints slosh around in their buckets.

The left unicorn knocked twice, paused, and gave much harder pound on the door. A blue aura swallowed the door, and it crept open. “Come inside, please,” Luna spoke. Her voice captured my nerves, preventing any movement.

But the guards did not approve of my faltering. “She summoned you inside,” the right unicorn grumbled. My body was levitated off the ground by the left guard. I couldn’t grab my wagon in time as I drifted into the room against my will. When I was freed from the spell, the wagon was pushed into my rump. I turned around to scowl at the guards’ assertion, but one of the mares combatted my stare with one of their own, and she quickly became the victor.

“Do not treat my guest in such a manner, Nova!” Luna scolded. “The same goes to you, Vega! I know where you stand!”

In response, Nova changed her aggressive expression and replaced it with fear. A weak “mmhmm” whimpered around the door frame’s corner, and I saw Vega’s tail curl around her legs like a shamed dog. Despite the fact that the shouting was not directed at me, the authority with which Princess Luna spoke with stilled me.

“Forgive us, Princess,” Nova began, “but your guest-”

“My guest is twenty minutes prior to the time he was requested to arrive! I do not approve of your actions!” There was nothing for Nova to refute. I was glad to know Princess Luna didn’t allow her guards to treat me like a ruffian. “Now stand outside, unless you and your sister wish to be replaced!”

Nova fled without taking a passing glance at me. The door hinges didn’t squeal when she closed the door to leave me alone with the princess.

“I apologize for their rude behavior,” Luna said. “Nova and Vega take their task of protecting me to a degree I do not approve of.”

At last, I was able to face Princess Luna without any interruptions by hasty guards. Her features were much more breathtaking at such a close proximity. A light-purple coat which complimented her light-blue mane captured a memory I would never forget. The combination of wings, a horn, and crown proclaimed her title as princess without words. She was not as tall as her sister, and I felt it was safe to assume she was the same height as White Pillar. Yet, despite her earlier yelling, Princess Luna held fast with a blissful smile.

“Good afternoon, Princess Luna,” I bowed. “It is an honor to have you request my services.”

“And thank you for being early. Or as Starswirl the Bearded likes to say, ‘Thank you for being on time.’” The compliment made me flush. The young princess giggled, causing my heart to beat in my throat.

“How may I be of service?” I asked.

Princess Luna raised her hoof to the ceiling. I followed to where she pointed and saw a tall ceiling shaped like a dome. “I wish for you to paint this drab colored roof into a beautiful replica of the Ponhenge Constellation.”

My eyes widened. “Are you assigning me an epic project?”

“I… am?” Princess Luna answered.

It had always been a dream of mine to be assigned a project that would involve many weeks, if not years of labor to accomplish. I wondered if she wanted me to paint the figures that outlined the stars. “How do you wish for my task to be dealt with?”

A book from across the dwelling sped over to the princess.“Your references will be in this book.” Luna fanned through the pages and revealed the constellation. “Make the painting look exactly like the pages the book is portraying.”

The two pages disappointed me. The paper was in that aged yellow color books obtain as time rots at their existence. And the ink of the images and text were a simple black. The only impressive visuals were the calligraphy, the descriptions of every consolation in a beautiful twist of lines and curls.

“Exactly as it appears?” I repeated. It pained me to make Princess Luna repeat herself. Rulers have been known to dislike such notions and were swift to scold.

But the mare was not angered with me. “That is correct,” Luna nodded. “I am granting you two weeks to complete my request. Do me well, and I shall follow up with another job instantly.”

At once, my brain accomplished the task Luna had provided in an instant and more. I envisioned the constellation completed while imagining the future projects she might provide. Even White Pillar was in my mind as she normally was. Pillar had an exquisite bust of the princess before her. So many possibilities were available. All I had to do was complete Princess Luna’s first assignment.

“I shall get to work at once,” I said.

“Excellent!” Luna beamed. It brought me great pride to witness Luna’s joy directed at me. I looked back at my wagon, and my happiness evaporated. There were no yellows among the paints. I could have at least predicted to paint a few stars the princess. But that thought evaded me until the moment I noticed my unintentional error.

“I shall be returning to my studies,” Luna said without notice of my internal mood. “And while I study, I shall also be present as you work from now until you finish my task. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask. Nova and Vega are also at your disposal. If you need to go obtain more paints, have one of them accompany you. Also, having a guard at your side will prevent you from flashing the letter I sent you.”

“I certainly had to do that as I came to your room, Princess. The guards certainly care about your safety.”

“And I am glad for their services. But it is not me who makes them behave so aggressively.”

I rose a brow, “Oh? Is it your sister?”

“Certainly not!” Luna shook her head. “Celestia is far too kind to command a pegasus knight to force out information from anypony via interrogation. No, it is Starswirl the Bearded.”

“I can understand his motivations without an explanation,” I said. “You and your sister do a great deal with ruling Canterlot. It is a great surprise that the two of you possess such intelligent wisdom and-”

“You can save your praises, Mr. Backdrop,” Luna interjected. “I receive the same compliments day after day by ponies who use uplifting words.”

“A-as you wish, princess,” I bowed.

“Not to say I do not appreciate your compliments!” Luna expressed concern for me, which was not expected. “It is nice to receive kindness from a stallion like yourself.” Her comment made me blush. “But you can simply save yourself the trouble of an exaggerated compliment by telling me you are proud of what I do, and that will be enough.”

“Yes, Princess Luna.”

“And one last thing, Mr. Backdrop.” The regal sister approached me with confident steps. I almost personally complimented Luna at how she walked, but I was quick to reject the thought; she was not willing to listen to constant praise every passing second. She slightly looked up at me with great happiness. “Thank you for accepting my offer. The grapevine has told me many great things about your works.”

“And thank you for your benevolence, great Princess Luna. It brings me nothing but intense joy that you-”

“You’re doing exactly what I do not wish for you to do,” Luna grinned.

“Forgive me!” I stiffened. “It’s just… Telling an artist like myself not to use colorful words is a challenge in and of itself.”

The princess laughed aloud, her voice shaking the foundations I stood on. “At least your ‘colorful words’ make me smile. Perhaps if you can limit yourself, I will permit such comments.”

While I tried to maintain a manner of professionalism, it was difficult to not be amused by Luna’s behavior. I could see a pony with unique behaviors under that crown she bore. Regardless of my moods, I knew there was a task to be done.

***

Elongating an image is never an easy chore, especially when it had to be placed on a wide ceiling. To prevent any lollygagging and to keep up with Luna’s time restraint, I chose the most neutral yellow I could find on the constellation’s old pages and painted the ceiling in that shade. I also fanned the paint with my wings to accelerate the project’s process.

“Might I ask a question about your technique?” Princess Luna said from below. A book levitated beside her splayed open as she glanced up at me. “Just promise not to give me a sophisticated response.”

I flew down to Luna, laughing as I descended. “I apologize in advance if I compliment you in the process.”

A few giggles escaped the mare. “Maintain your upkeep on amusing me, and you may.”

“Then ask your magnificent question.” It was very odd for me to behave casually with the princess. Even as I teased her like I have done with White Pillar, it was something I never thought would ever exist.

Luna looked up at the yellow paint. “I have always wondered how artists create such wonderful pieces. Might you address what you are doing currently?”

“Ah!” I walked over to the book that sat on a rounded plush chair and pointed to it. “As you have mentioned before, I am aiming for an exact replication of the constellation. The pages have that old yellow age onto it, not to mention some stains litter the image. What I am doing first is placing one layer of yellow as a backdrop, and then add additional layers on top of it to mimic the rot of an aged page.”

“Interesting,” Luna said. “I see you apply your name to your own work.”

“A backdrop is nothing more than a background,” I replied. “It’s a technique all painters apply.”

“I assumed a painting was only done in sections.”

“Then I must painfully admit that you are wrong, Princess,” I frowned, though it was exaggerated.

“Better to be corrected than continue to be ignorant.” Luna looked to the window and gasped, “Oh my goodness!”

“What is it, my princess?” I asked.

The door to Luna’s room flung open and in came Nova and Vega. Their horns hissed with electricity, and the sisters directed their attention to me. The alicorn did not hesitate to command the guards. “Stand down, you two! No threatening matters are present!” Nova and Vega halted their lethal powers but retained their bitter stares.

Princess Luna briskly approached the balcony doors and opened them with haste. She looked back at me with a smile. “Would you like to see me raise the moon?”

“I- are-”

“Is that a yes?” I nodded and walked over to the princess. I stood in the doorway, but Luna did not allow me to stand from afar. “Come.” When I came to her side, she closed her eyes, and her horn began to glow. Beams of light faded beyond the horizon as the stratosphere began to fade from orange to violet.

Luna opened her eyes and pointed her horn up into the air. The moon rose a lot faster than I had noticed when I was standing beside the princess. “It's beautiful,” I said. “Thank you for granting me the honor to witness your powers.”

“You’re welcome.”

When the chorus of crickets started their individual chirping, Luna asked me, “Does the moon remind you of anypony or anything?”

My lips naturally responded, “White Pillar, my fiance.”

“Really? How sweet!” Luna placed her forehooves on the balcony ledge. “I’ve always dreamed of being with a romantic stallion who always thinks of me.”

“Umm… Princess Luna?”

The mare looked back at me. “Yes?”

“I am flattered with your openness with me, but might I ask why?”

“O-oh!” The princess flushed and looked away from me. “Apologies. I don’t know what came over me.”

“No! No need to apologize! I was just curious.”

“I umm…” She looked behind me, and I followed her sight. Nova stood tenaciously at the balcony entrance, but she was greeted with two doors closing before her muzzle. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Of course,” I answered automatically, while I was taken aback by her sudden trust in me.

“I wish… for you to be my friend.” Luna’s ears retreated as if I shamed her.

“All of Canterlot’s subjects are your friends, Princess,” I said. “It is natural.”

“I disagree.” The regal sister looked up at the moon. “While I am glad to have my sister and Starswirl as a family, there are no ponies who talk to me like a normal pony. When we were inside and talked about painting, it felt… normal. No talk about how wonderful I am. Just painting and sharing a few humorous statements. And I enjoyed it.

“I’m no longer a filly, and I am no longer a teenager. I am an adult now. But I am a pony who doesn’t have anypony treat me like the common folk. Ever since I acquired my wings, I was no longer normal. I have only two ponies who are closest to me. Other than them, I have no friends. And I am lonely.”

“Princess,” I muttered while flanking her side. “It breaks my heart to hear this.”

Luna smiled at me, “But I know you will keep me company during the time you paint. I can see it in your eyes.”

As a citizen of Canterlot, I knew it was my sole duty to aid my princess. “I will be more than happy to be your friend.”

“Thank you,” Luna smiled. “And keep this in mind: our friendship isn’t a part of your task. It is to be enjoyed.”

Dreamscape

“Backdrop?” Luna asked with a dipped brow.

“Y-yes?”

“You promised…”

I looked up at the ceiling to avoid the princess’ negative expression. The constellation project had its first stage completed. It was a marvelous sight to behold. Even though aged paper was not the most appealing thing to look at, my painting mimicked exactly what I was aiming for.

But the mare I was avoiding flew into my eyesight, and she looked down at me. “Hoof it over…”

I was glad that Nova and Vega were stationed outside of Luna’s room. Otherwise, they would have asserted themselves and take what was hiding under my paint buckets. But Luna was my friend, and I did promise to show her my latest letter from White Pillar.

“It’s under the marble-black paint-” Luna blinked out of existence and reemerged above my wagon. “-bucket.”

She levitated the bucket and claimed the letter from my beloved. I flushed as Princess Luna boastfully proclaimed:

“Dear Backdrop,

The moment I read your last message to me, I could not risk delaying my response. It fills me with joy that Princess Luna has asked you to paint for her. To think that my fiance's work has been recognized by one of the regal sisters. Don’t tell her I said this, but perhaps you can suggest to the princess to hire me to erect a bust for her.”

“Is that why you resisted giving me the letter?” Luna grinned.

“Pillar didn’t want you to know she wanted to be hired by you as well,” I said.

“When is she returning?”

My ears flopped back. “Continue reading…”

Luna blinked at me, but I gave her no words. So she resumed the letter’s story:

“As you know, being an artist takes so much out of us. And though my work brings me to do what I love, it does not bring me closer to you, my love.”

“Aww,” Luna moaned.

“Work has delayed our next meeting and added another month of labor. I know you don’t like it when I cry, but as I currently write this, my tears dare to make the ink on this letter run. Continue to remember me, and I will do the same.

Your foundation to our love,

White Pillar.”

Princess Luna hugged the paper with a high-pitched giggle. “That was beautiful! And so sad!”

“It is indeed lovely and depressing…”

“Why were you so resistant in showing me this letter?”

I stepped away from Princess Luna. “I wanted you to not worry about me and my troubles. You have more important matters to tend to, like your studies and ruling.”

Luna creased her brows, “Has our last four days of talking to each other not been enough to allow you to trust me with your troubles?”

Oh, what a crime to have offended the princess! “It has been plenty of time.”

“Then explain why you kept this from me? Two days ago, you told me you would bring the latest letter from your beloved and show me her words. You even told me you got the letter yesterday but said you forgot it. Was that I lie?”

Indeed, what a crime to have offended the princess! “It…” My head dipped to the ground. “Forgive me… It was a lie.”

Despite the shame I presented, Princess Luna smiled at me. “All is forgiven.” I smiled as her words sang in my ears, but my heart was still hurt because of the hidden truth. “Now let me embrace you again like all friends should!”

Luna swooped down on me like an eagle plucking a trout from the water. She was very affectionate with her hold. Her cheek brushed against mine, and her body warmed my cold soul. I didn’t think much of the notion.

***

Up and down I flew. Back and forth I went. Eyes to the pages. Eyes off the pages. The challenge was finally present. It was time to paint the constellations. However, because of my constant pacing, I hadn’t applied a single stroke of paint in over an hour. It was a very difficult task indeed. Much more challenging than I would have considered.

A yawn escaped Princess Luna as she sat on her plush bed. Her head bobbed a few times before she caught my stare. “If you didn’t sit on something soft and comfortable,” I smiled, “you wouldn’t drift off to sleep as you normally do.”

“Why don’t you read about tedious politics, and I paint a pretty picture for you?” Luna replied. “And I do not drift asleep. I simply take a break by closing my eyes and meditate.”

“So you sleep.” For a princess, she was not the best at holding her ground during an argument. Then again, she did appear exhausted, so her thoughts were definitely not as collected.

“Why have you not begun painting?” she asked. “You look like you are procrastinating.”

It was my turn to start exhausting my excuses. “I am having a difficult time wondering how to apply the constellations to the ceiling. I am simply moving about to try and get an idea.”

Luna grinned, “So you’re procrastinating.”

“Touché, Princess.”

Another yawn sang from Luna’s throat. “I think I have an idea to help us both… meditate.”

“I assume you mean sleep and procrastinate.” An aggressive pillow attacked me, controlled by the princess.

“Let me help us both without being criticized.”

I grabbed the pillow to halt the assault, but it rattled and lifted me into the air. “Inform me, then. What can you do to help me get my mind clear?”

Luna brought the non-lethal weapon over to her with me in tow. “Lay down with me.”

“Wha-“

Luna’s magic left the pillow, and I fell onto the bed. My legs hung above me as the princess looked down at me. I scrambled a few inches away from her, flustered at how close I was to Luna.

“Hehe, don’t get any ideas,” Luna smiled. “I am well aware of your love for White Pillar.”

“And while I am sure you want to aid us both,” I began, “me being on your bed has me quite… flustered.” My body shifted into the soft mattress and blanket. “It is quite soft, I admit. No wonder you keep falling asleep when you read your books.”

An unamused stare leered at me. “Do you want me to help you or not?”

Perhaps I shouldn’t tease the princess too much… “Yes.”

“Good,” Luna nodded. “Now, close your eyes.” I did as instructed while keeping myself from talking. “Think about your project. Do you remember what the constellations look like?”

“Somewhat.”

“Hmm… Alright.” The bedsprings sagged and bent, and I had a strong feeling that Luna was getting closer. “Now, open your eyes.”

I creased my brows, unsure of what Luna’s aid was going to bring me. But I opened my eyes. And to my surprise, I was not in the princess’ room anymore.

Luna and I were on a bed, but instead of seeing the deep-sea blue her blankets bore, we sat on top of a pure white mattress. A gazebo arched over us, and it appeared that I was outside. Various flora surrounded the world in a strange blend of colors.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“The Dreamscape,” Luna answered. “And this is my realm.”

Naturally, my body rose. But I stopped my haste, and I asked, “May I look around?”

“Just don’t wander far,” she said. The wooden floor squeaked as I stepped down. The aroma of flowers tickled my senses. Everything around me felt, looked, and smelled real. Even the blades of grass poked at my hooves. I was tempted to roll around to test the grass if it would cause me to itch, but I chose not to.

“It’s lovely,” I said.

“Thank you!” Luna smiled as she swam through the air; not figuratively, but literally. She twirled in the air before touching down. “I’d be disappointed if what you saw didn’t impress you. What you see is my imagination at work. Watch.” The mare grabbed my hoof and suddenly, the world around us blurred, then materialized into Luna’s room.

“So anything you imagine-”

“Comes into existence, yes. You are also bound by limitless powers, so long as you believe in yourself.” I looked up at the ceiling to see the same rot yellow I had applied to it in the real world. “You said you were having a difficult time planning on how to paint the constellations,” Luna said. “Why don’t you try and imagine it complete?”

Instead of doing that, I decided to do something else. I reached deep into my mind and didn’t think of something, but somepony. A blur of white shivered in front of me before it became the mare I loved so much.

“White Pillar!” I cried. Pillar’s eyes widened the moment she saw me. Her arms claimed my body and yanked me into a strong hold.

“Aww!” Luna squealed. “You imagined your one true love!”

How could I not? Dreaming about Pillar was one thing. But in the Dreamscape, I could feel Pillar’s fur against me. But there was something missing. Her white fur and red mane were present. Even her cutie mark, a tall white pillar, was on her flank. When I noticed what was not there, I frowned.

“What’s wrong?” Luna asked.

“Her warmth… I can’t feel it…” Pillar’s eyes went wide as she faded from my grasp. I collapsed to the floor along with my broken heart.

“Oh, Backdrop.” Luna sat beside me and placed an arm around me. “I’m sorry you miss her. But I want to let you know that I am here for you. After all, I too know what it means to feel alone.” As upsetting as it was to hear Princess Luna confess her loneliness, it made me glad to know I could relate to somepony.

“Thank you, Princess.”

“Luna. I am your friend. And I would like for you to call me by my regular name. Unless you prefer me to call you Mr. Backdrop.”

A smile possessed my lips. “As you wish.”

“Now…” Luna looked up at the ceiling. “...allow me to help you with your imagination.”

***

It was strange to consider that I was not as good with imagining as I thought I was. I was an artist, bound with ideas only dreams could capture. But my thoughts were proven wrong when Luna personally allowed me to delve into the Dreamscape and practice trimming out the details of my project. I was even able to move the stars in the Dreamscape to picture exactly what I needed to paint.

But there were times I was not granted access to Luna’s realm. However, because of my time with the princess, I was able to build a higher sense of confidence within myself. My imagination was able to stretch, warp, and create the constellation with ease. Everything was so much more clear in my mind. And I had the princess to thank for that.

My eyes were closed, my vision a black void. But the tiny details spotted the inside of my head as the stars literally twinkled on the imaginary ceiling. I opened my eyes and looked at the progressed project. Generic lines ran across the dome with a few stars already spotting the surface. I was surprised that eleven days had passed since the start of my endeavor. And I was proud to serve and be Princess Luna’s friend.

“Ugh!”

Unfortunately for the regal sister, her endeavors with her studies were becoming quite taxing. Because of Luna’s moan of distress, my imagination lost its powers. But I was quick to walk over to her bed.

The princess scowled at her textbook. “I wish I could set things on fire with my eyesight,” she grumbled.

“Are you planning on asking Starswirl to teach you the ways of pyromancy?” I asked.

Luna smiled at my humor. “My sister is more in tune with heat, so maybe I should ask her instead of Starswirl.” Her joy was short lived. A magical veil shrouded the book before her, and Luna levitated it.

“I can’t take this anymore...” she mumbled.

“What do you mean, Luna?”

“I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!” Luna cried as the book was launched across the room. I knew she was stressed about her studies, but the outburst was too sudden. As expected, Nova and Vega charged in.

“What’s wrong, Princess?” Nova yelled, her eyes on me as if I had the means to threaten Luna.

“Get out!” The alicorn’s voice quivered, and her brows creased dangerously low. I stepped to move, but she instructed me, “Not you. Them.” Both guards obeyed with no delay and left with their armors clanking as they moved.

When the door closed, the tears came. “I can’t take it, Backdrop! I just can’t take it anymore!”

“Your studies?” I asked while helplessly witnessing my friend sob bitterly.

“Everything! I can’t stand it all!” Luna slammed her face into a soft pillow. I wanted to climb onto the bed, but I didn’t know if I was welcomed to get close. Luna was close enough for me to claim a hoof with my own. Thankfully, the princess didn’t repel me, and she lifted her head. Because Luna aggressively bashed her head onto her pillow, it lifted along with her. A blue horn poked out the other side, showing just how much force she applied.

“It appears you skewered your pillow,” I said.

“So it seems,” Luna mumbled. It saddened me that my humor didn’t win a second time. When Luna’s hooves removed the pillow, I saw her puffy red eyes.

“What has you so upset? And saying ‘everything’ does not explain anything. I need to know what everything is to you.”

Luna’s hoof grasped mine. “I mean everything as in everything that is required of me. Study endlessly, rule as a princess, be admired without anypony knowing my loneliness.”

“Doesn’t Princess Celestia know about you feeling alone?”

“N-no…”

My brows naturally creased. “Why not? And I thought us talking helped ease your loneliness.”

“Don’t think your efforts to ease my stress has gone unnoticed. You are a very sweet stallion and-” Luna blinked at her stabbed pillow. “Just understand that our friendship has eased a lot of my heartache.”

“I am glad to hear you say that, Luna.” My heart fluttered as the compliment sank deep into my mind. It also cracked in several places. My princess was in pain, and it was my duty to aid Luna. Not as a loyal citizen, but as a cherished friend. That fact alone persuaded me even more to vanquish her depression.

“Can you at least discuss the details of your troubles in detail?” I asked.

“I’ll try,” Luna choked. She cleared her throat and began her rant…

Picnic Basket

The day had finally come. After thirteen days, the fruits of labor had finally come to bare its juicy results. I lugged my wagon behind me with a proud smile, eager to witness Luna’s satisfied mood.

“Good afternoon, Lady Nova,” I nodded to the respected guard. “Good afternoon, Lady Vega.”

“Afternoon,” Nova nodded in turn. Vega did the same but kept to her quiet self. The only difference between the silent mare and wordy sibling was the smile Vega gave me. “Princess Luna has been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”

“Oh?”

“Indeed.” Nova looked at her sister. “Inform the princess of Backdrop’s arrival.” The signature three knocks rang off the castle walls. The door swung open much faster than the previous days. I saw Luna propped on her bed, and she gave me a wave. She hopped off her bed and started flying over to the door.

“Thank you for helping the princess,” a voice to my left spoke. I looked up at Vega, unsure if my ears were playing tricks on me. She… she spoke to me.

Before I could respond to the guard, Luna yanked me inside with her magic. She and I collided with a force that was close to cracking a rib. “Hehe, hello!” Luna beamed.

“Greetings,” I said while trying to recover from the blow. “You seem unaffected by the impact you caused.”

“Nothing pains me to see my friend.”

“I would like to say the same. However, I think you should be less aggressive with your embraces.”

Luna gently pushed me away and grinned, “Oh, don’t be such a foal.” She walked toward the center of the room and looked up. Before I went after her, I retrieved my wagon and pulled it into Luna’s dwelling.

“It looks wonderful,” the mare beamed up at the nearly complete project.

I heard the door close behind me as I approached Luna. When I gazed up, my artist pride flared. Never in my life had I created such a wonderful piece of work (even though I copied it from a book).

Long black lines ran from star to star, identifying where the constellation was. But the fascinating features were the literal depictions of the ponies and beasts that decorated the ceiling. A pegasus knight, ursa major, and even a much younger Starswirl the Bearded were just several of the images I painted; Starswirl’s iconic beard was much smaller than his more current beard. There were some touches that needed to be added here and there, but most ponies would say it was a complete project as it was.

“I am glad you are satisfied with it,” I said.

Luna shook her head, “It is amusing to know that Starswirl has a chin.” My laughter echoed throughout the room, and Luna joined alongside me.

“What about his attire? Do you know the origin of Starswirl’s cape and hat?” I asked.

“I…” Luna pawed at her chin. “I do not know!”

“Maybe you should ask him.”

“Maybe I will, but only after you finish your painting.”

“It won’t take me too long to complete the constellation, so you might as well prepare yourself to ask the question.”

Luna’s eyes shied away from me. “Actually, I have something else planned for today.” It took me a few seconds before I guessed her “plan.”

“I can assume you are going to hire me to do another project.”

The mare shook her head, “That’s not what I want us to do today.” Luna looked toward her bed, and I followed her stare. Sitting beside it was a wicker basket filled with pieces of bread, fruits, and some wine. The basket was propped on top of a red and white checkered blanket. “I wish to celebrate the completion of your project by inviting you to a picnic.” Hot blush torched Princess Luna’s cheeks. “Would you like to come with me to the garden when you are finished?”

The request left me speechless. It reminded me of the evening White Pillar confessed she was in love with me after the third month of our relationship. The same feeling of sudden truth, quaking nerves, and a rapid heartbeat in the throat all shook my foundations.

But it was no confession. However, I hadn’t fully grasped the concept that Princess Luna was my friend, and I was her only friend outside the castle. The reality of me being invited by the regal sister to eat food with her was so…

...stunning!

I opened my mouth to say that being with the princess is an honor beyond honors. But then I remembered our friendship. It was so strange that I kept forgetting that fact.

“I would love to have a picnic with my friend,” I said. Luna looked at me with a smile brighter than the sun; I wondered if Princess Celestia would become jealous if she knew the analogy I gave to her sister.

***

“And then, just as White Pillar had heard me enter, she didn’t control her strength and chipped the entire head off!”

“Haha, how amusing!”

“But that wasn’t the best part! When Pillar looked down at the figurine’s head, I said, ‘That’s one way to lose your marbles!’”

Luna’s laughter roared throughout the garden, and it caused a few rodents and birds to flee. She rolled over and kicked at the air, still stunned by my humorous story. Thankfully, her wine glass sat upright in the basket. I sipped at the bitter liquid, not yet fond of its taste. But I drank in support of my friend and her bubbly giggles.

Nova and Vega were on watch, their eyes looking for any possible intruders. Even when I glanced at them for a moment, they would catch me staring. For once, I was glad for their focus. I didn’t want my time with Luna interrupted.

On her back, Luna arched her head to look at me. “You and Pillar sure do have amusing stories.”

“And your stories about Princess Celestia aren’t?” I smiled. “I still can’t get over the cake incident your sister got herself into.”

“Celestia does blend into a white cake with pink frosting very well,” Luna laughed. I had to exhaust all my laughter before I took a bite out of a strawberry. Wouldn’t want to be strangled by a fruit on such a lovely late afternoon.

Luna rolled onto her belly and looked up at me. She levitated her glass over to her lips and sipped the wine. “Not to make you sad for bringing her up, but… How does it feel to be so far away from White Pillar? To be apart from somepony you love?”

I swallowed my food. “It’s hard to describe the feeling, Luna.” I placed my hoof on my chest. “There is this uncontrollable desire to see her again. Every moment I get to see my beloved White Pillar is a breath of fresh air. But the moment our hooves part, there is this urge that flares. Just the presence of her is enough to ease that feeling.” The bitter wine touched my tongue, and I winced. “Why do you ask?”

Luna looked away, “Just curious.”

It was definitely a change in moods going from humorous stories to missing a loved one. Maybe Luna was just curious and didn’t want to make me sad, but her unintended effect did infect me. Ever since Luna had allowed me into the Dreamscape, White Pillar appeared and vanished like a vapor from time to time. I missed her, and my reflection on the wine’s surface reminded me of my mood. I took one big gulp of wine, hoping the effects of alcohol can force me to forget her for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Luna said and stood up.

“No no, it’s-”

“Don’t lie. I know what I said affected you.” I blinked at the princess, unable to confess the truth. Luna repeated my act and drank some wine, but actually finished her glass.

“Why are you upset now, Luna?” I asked. The massive swig she took was a large indicator that there was something amiss. “You were happier earlier, and we were having a great time now.”

“Were.” Luna looked at the back of Vega, and the guard halted and faced the alicorn. They stared at one another without words, leaving me to sit in silence. But I was not about to allow my friend to remain upset.

I stood up, and Vega’s eyes quickly spotted me. Luna turned around to look at me, but not directly in the eyes. “Luna, please answer my question. Why are you upset?” I approached her and felt my knees buckle. The alcohol was beginning its effects.

Surprisingly, Vega, nor her sister did anything to intimidate me when I came forward. I must have gained their trust. Luna dipped her head some more while I continued my pursuit. My arm slowly went around the back of her neck like a puzzle piece meant to fit there. The mare nuzzled my breast, her hair tickling every nerve. “Why are you sad?” I repeated. Luna finally managed to look at me in the eyes with heavy brows. “Tell me.”

“I can’t…” she whispered.

“Yes, you can.” My mouth lifted a gentle smile. “You can tell me anything.”

“But there are things that shouldn’t be told.”

“Like what?”

Then the unexpected happened.

Whatever possessed the princess, it took control. She lunged at me like a bull hungry for the color red. We both fell somewhat gentle, though I didn’t know how. I was on my back while Luna looked down at me with the same frown as before. “Luna! Why are you-”

Her warm lips smacked against my own, stopping any words that may convince Luna to stop her strange behavior. I heard Vega and Nova gasp as Luna continued to press her mouth onto me. She breathed into my lungs, the extra air hissing out my nostrils.

A magical veil captured Luna, and it lifted her off of me. “Luna!” Nova cried. “What has gotten into you? He’s- He’s with another mare!” She was right. I was deeply in love with White Pillar. And Luna just managed to force herself onto me without hesitation.

“Release me…” Luna said with a crack in her voice. Nova did as commanded, but stood nearby. I got onto all fours. Luna had to answer for her actions.

“Why…?” I asked.

“I told you some things couldn’t be told,” she answered.

“‘Told?’ You kissed me on the lips!”

“And what does that tell you?”

“That you love me?” I asked without hesitation. Realizing what I had just said, my face flushed. Despite how flustered I had become in the company of the princess and her guards, I kept my eyes on Luna. “You… You love me?”

“I do.” Luna shifted her hoof in the grass like a shamed foal. “Are you satisfied with this revelation?”

“I-” What was there to do? What was there to say? Princess Luna had confessed her love to me! And all the while, I was in love with another mare. Never in my life had another tell me such a thing. Not to mention, the mare who had just kissed me was one of the regal sisters!

The only thing to do was to ask that damn question.

“Why? Why do you love me, Luna?” She looked up at me, but her lips refused to move. “You are already deep within the waters. You might as well explain to me why you chose to kiss me.”

Luna did not hesitate to answer. “Because I finally found somepony who I can relate to and who understands me!”

“How do I-”

“Let me finish. You tenaciously waited while telling me you can listen to anything I say. So listen.” The princess’ demand somehow intimidated me. I kept myself silent to wait for Luna’s answer. “I love you because… because you helped me. You helped fill that mold I’ve been needing throughout my life. This is not to say that Starswirl or Celestia has failed in making me happy. However, you were an outsider looking in. And yet, you knew what I was feeling. And you know what loneliness feels like! A few days ago, when I was crying about my studies and how I hated being a princess, you did more than just comfort me. You told me that I was a special mare who everypony looks up to. You also said that there is no shame to seek help when I am weary. You told me that everypony has a day where they want to crumble and give up. Even though we both have very different positions in society, you placed us on an equal ground.

“For some reason, your praise, telling me that I was special from you, I just- There was a feeling I had never felt before. And I now know what the feeling is! It is love. Love for a stallion I wanted my entire life. But it is a forbidden love because of the restraints holding him back. I despise myself for being unable to control this undeniable emotion.

“I am jealous whenever you speak of White Pillar. Despite your separation, you constantly remind yourself of her. I am left to only wish I could be with you for just one moment.”

My mouth parted slightly, but only air seeped through the crack. I understood her emotions and her reasons behind them. However, there was nothing I could do to ease what she wanted. “Luna, I-” And there wasn’t much to say. However, there were two things I could tell her. “It truly means a lot to me that you see me in such a positive light. And I am glad to have helped you during your troubles. You have also eased my loneliness as well. Being with a pony such as yourself has been enjoyable from the start; including the more… rough moments. Even when we were both upset, our words and presence is what morphed the negativity into positivity.”

Luna finally smiled, “Funny how I wanted you to keep the praising down to a fair minimum. Now I cannot help but be overjoyed when you say such nice and uplifting words.” The mare’s smile faded, and the heavy air returned. “Backdrop, can I tell you something else.” Saying “anything” might create false hopes I would eventually crash. All I did to answer was with a nod. “Please ease this feeling that I have! I cannot take it anymore! Extinguish this love I have for you!” Luna swiftly came forward and pressed herself up against me. Her touch didn’t cause me to retreat. What magic was cast on me that froze my muscles?

“Let me have you for just one night,” Luna whispered. Her breath reeked of alcohol, yet its heat soothed my neck. “Just allow me to be with the stallion I love for one evening so I can give him my affection.”

My morals quickly went to war with my will to aid Princess Luna. Every memory that contained White Pillar’s face held fast like mythril shields. But the sword of my heart was like a blade of molten rock, able to slice through anything that would come before it. Would I dare slash at what I had built over years of effort to ease Luna’s urges?

The mare before me looked at me with desperation. Pools of aqua gently simmered the fiery sword and caused the memories of White Pillar to subside. Their presence was still there. But the weapon’s heat still contained warmth. And a new feeling washed over me. My friend stood still with stories only she shared with me. I was also lonely and needed somepony to keep me company. Perhaps she and I could share one more nopony would ever speak of. Not even White Pillar will know of it.

We just needed to drink more wine.

***

Luna sat across from me with very little light between us. She shivered as if winter had entered her bedroom. However, I remained calm thanks to the wine’s chemicals. “Forgive me for being nervous,” Luna said. “I’ve never had a stallion in bed with me.”

“I’ve never had a stallion in my bed either,” I joked. The princess laughed and crawled forward. Her muzzle touched mine. “I will be gentle.”

“Just give me everything you know. This is going to be our only time together like this.”

“Very well.” I slipped my nose off the princess, and my mouth pressed against Luna’s wine-saturated lips. The moment the act was committed, a small amount of regret poked from the inside of my head. But I was already so far in, and there was no backing out.

Luna began to crawl up me as we continued to kiss until we were sitting upright embraced in each other’s arms. I surrendered to gravity and fell backward. Luna squeaked as I kept her close. We bounced and laughed, lost in our moment with each other. The princess’ hot body pinned me down, heating my heart beyond control. I smacked my mouth at her neck, kissing and sucking at it like a juicy peach. Luna moaned out loud, which forced me to pursue more cries of pleasure. My head began to throb as more moans wafted into my ear.

“Oh, Backdrop!” Luna pushed herself off me and plopped onto her back. She reached out to me after I sat up to give chase. “I can’t take it! I just can’t, Backdrop! Just give me everything!”

The pulse in my head suddenly squished my brain. Luna was proposing we- No! I couldn’t! Not even White Pillar and I had dedicated time for sex! That was for our honeymoon! We were saving ourselves for each other! And yet, my damn body crawled over to the mare. I looked down at her, not yet pressing any part of me onto Luna. But I hovered over the princess. Her eyes begged for me. And I wanted to remove that sadness.

Why was it so hard to resist Luna? Why was it so hard! And why is it so hard!?

***

Luna had to call off Nova and Vega several times. She was being very loud.

***

“Backdrop…”

I stirred around as the voice disturbed my rest. The bed was very soft, and it called me back to sleep. I was also very warm. Very, very warm.

“Backdrop.”

I opened my eyes and saw the source of the heat. And I quickly recalled the act Luna and I committed. The sadness I thought I had removed still twinkled in her eyes. A headache like no other crushed my skull. It was not caused by a massive intake of alcohol, but because of a guilty conscience.

“It’s time for me to lower the moon. I didn’t want to wake you up, but I need you to let me go.” At once, I removed all restraints from her. My body quickly froze when she left the bed. Luna trudged through her dark room while I remained entangled in her bedding. My project was barely visible, but my eyes had adjusted to the lack of light.

White Pillar was the first thought that hovered about my head. Of course, she was. Pillar was always somewhere in my mind, be it the front or back. Her smiling face was a sharp spear, stabbing into my brain over and over. But it didn’t take long before those lunges struck my heart.

Regret. Depression. Shame. Betrayal. Those were the weapons that wounded me.

What have I done? Why have I smeared what was good? Even though Pillar had no idea of my actions, I had gone and slept with another mare! It didn’t matter if it was with Luna. She was not the mare I loved. And yet, I gave Luna what wasn’t hers.

Pillar…

My eyes swelled and began to overflow with salty tears. I let my cries be known as I wept. I whimpered like a dog, ashamed of its own actions. Every part of my brain and heart couldn’t take in the reality I had created. I tried to force the blame onto Luna, but it was not all her fault. If I said, “no,” I wouldn’t have created two pains. Instead, I allowed myself to give into another mare’s desires. Indeed, Luna and I shared one night alone together. But it was more than a memory. Far more than a memory, indeed.

I opened my eyes to see a more lit up room. The morning sun had come to begin another day. And it came to show my miserable face to the mare I had- had sex with. Luna crawled in bed beside me, but she didn’t get under the blankets or get too close.

“You must hate me, don’t you?” Luna asked.

“Don’t start the morning by assuming what I’m thinking,” I jabbed. “But let me ask you a question of my own: do you feel guilty?” Luna didn’t respond with words but her own tears. I was glad to know she and I were in the same boat. “No, I don’t hate you. In fact, I am more upset at myself. Just know that this is the last time we will ever do something like this.” Luna opened her mouth, but I predicted what she was going to say. “And before you say it, this does not ruin our friendship. But it will make it awkward.”

“I understand.” The princess looked down at the blankets as her crying intensified. “I just… why couldn’t I keep myself from wanting you? And why do I still want more?”

“Because I am restricted,” I answered. “But I don’t think I will be for very long.”

“Why?”

“White Pillar will hear about this. I am going to tell her what I had done.” The pupils in Luna’s eyes shrunk. “I won’t tell her it was you I slept with, but… my conscience would eat me alive like cancer. She needs to know about my treachery.”

“If you are going to do that, then I might as well confront her, too.” Luna let out a sigh and looked at me with shame. “We did have sex. And there may be a chance that I might become…”

“...pregnant.” At least I was ashamed of the fact that I cheated on my fiance, and not because of the chance of a foal coming into the picture. But a child would make everything much more complicated.

Origin

Why am I so scared to see her? I asked myself again. Of course, I knew the answer, but my brain continued to regurgitate the same question. Luna stood beside me as we stood on the train platform. Vega chose to stand beside me personally while Nova flanked Luna.

Ponies exited the train, several of them charging into loved ones, families, friends, and the sort. “Are you expecting Pillar to try and run you down?” Luna asked with a smirk.

“I hope not…” I said.

Luna rubbed my shoulder, “The talk will happen. But let’s enjoy the moment. The pony you love approaches.”

The crowd around a particular white mare avoided her as she lugged a cart with heavy-looking luggage. Pillar’s signature red bun bobbed about when she managed to get the wheels rolling. “Go help her, you two,” Luna ordered. Vega and Nova went to my beloved. Pillar shrank when they approached. But when Vega gestured a hoof to me, Pillar’s smile pulled me forward.

“Backdrop!” she cried.

I didn’t say her name, but I scooped her up and flew a few feet off the ground. We spun around a few times, the moment relieving and joyful. Finally, White Pillar and I were reunited.

I touched down and released Pillar. “How was your trip?” I asked.

“The experience? Fantastic! The train ride? A trip through Tartarus.” Vega giggled while her sister tried to fight off a smile. However, Pillar’s joke only made me kiss her on the lips.

“And how much did you miss me?”

“How much?” Pillar mimicked. A grin that almost scared me sprouted onto the earth pony’s face. “You’ll find out later.”

I hope so…

Princess Luna approached White Pillar with a genuine smile. “You must be White Pillar. Backdrop here has said a lot about you.” At once, Pillar bowed, her bun almost coming undone. “There is no need to be formal with me. Friends of mine don’t need to curtsy every time we meet.”

“Really?” Pillar’s eyes widened. “I…” She looked at me and beamed. “It’s good to be home. So much has happened while I was away, and I can’t wait to tell you in full detail.”

“And I am sure Backdrop and I will do the same for you,” Luna said. She looked so calm and formal, while I felt the muscles in my face twitch. Her Canterlot behaviors were in full effect. “But first, let’s take your cases home. And as the first order of business, Backdrop will show you what he painted in my own estate.”

“We are going straight to the castle?” Pillar giggled with glee. “I feel like a V.I.P!”

“You are always one to me,” I added.

“Can you not embarrass me right now? That’s for another time.”

I hope there will be another time…

***

Pillar and I walked hoof in hoof as we walked through Canterlot Castle with Princess Luna and the twin guards. Luna and I allowed my dearest to describe her work to us in full detail because I was curious about Pillar’s experiences. A pony could only describe so much in a letter.

“And I said, ‘How many bats?’ The count than said, ‘Two dozen!”

“By my sister!” Luna exclaimed. “I can understand why your work delayed your return.”

Pillar smiled, “But over the time I spent crafting bats, I fell in love with the little things.” She bumped her rump into me. “If you want to get me something nice, consider bats.”

“I’ll consider, but I might think of something better,” I said. Pillar was a strange one, her favorite animal always jumping from one to the next. The previous animal Pillar loved was crocodiles. And she once got very upset when I got an alligator confused with a crocodile. At least bats were much smaller than the reptile of the river.

Luna’s door came into view, and my heart began to pound in my ears. The time had come to discuss my treacherous ways to Pillar.

“Are we going to see your completed project?” my love beamed. “Hehe, I can’t wait!”

Luna caught my frown and nodded at me. She was prepared, and so was I. The door to the princess’ room opened to reveal two features: the painting on the ceiling and Starswirl the Bearded.

“Princess Luna,” Starswirl spoke without looking away from his book, “I have come as you have requested. You said there was something troubling you?”

“Indeed,” Luna answered.

White Pillar didn’t hear their conversation and began admiring my creation. “You did this in two weeks? It looks wonderful! I feel like I am looking at an old book with ancient text.”

“That was the intended effect,” I said. I heard the door close behind me. I saw both Vega and Nova stand at the exit with strong gazes. But they both knew they would be used in the discussion that was to come, and their expressions would easily warp.

Starswirl looked at White Pillar. “And… who is this guest?”

“She is White Pillar,” Luna said. “She will be involved in our discussion.”

Pillar stopped looking at the constellation. “Discussion? I didn’t know we were going to have a discussion.” When Pillar noticed Starswirl, her smile almost touched her eyes. “You’re Starswirl? Wow! Your beard is as long as they say!” I laughed at how oblivious Pillar was behaving. Then again, art is in her blood and at her flank. Her priorities were a little odd.

Starswirl’s book closed with a hard whump. “Princess Luna, you told me you were having trouble with your studies about alchemy. But instead, you bring the artist and another guest instead.” He rubbed his beard, “I don’t have any issue with Backdrop as I know how good of a friend he is to you, Luna. And he has done a good job with making me look very handsome in the constellation. But I need to know what is going on here?”

Pillar walked up beside me, “What is going on here? You didn’t tell me about Starswirl being here.”

The moment had come. After days of preparation, I readied for the moment. Luna and I looked at one another and nodded. Time to begin.

“White Pillar,” I started, “there is something that needs to be addressed to you. And to Starswirl.”

“Oh?” Starswirl hummed. “And what might you have for us?”

The room grew quiet. A pulse in my ear was the only thing reminding me I hadn’t gone suddenly deaf. “As you both know, I had painted the consolation above. And during my endeavors, Luna and I have- spent a lot of time together.”

“As expected,” Starswirl said.

I attempted to continue, but my mind refused to force the words out. Thankfully, Luna was there to fall in and aid me. She faced White Pillar and smiled, “Your fiance has been a wonderful friend, helping me through my difficult studies by providing great moral support.”

“Why else do you think I love him?” Pillar beamed. “He excels at being sweet.” I didn’t deserve the compliment, but it made my heart flutter.

“But that was the issue…” Luna continued. “He was just- too kind and gentle.” The wooden chair Starswirl sat on squeaked as he straightened himself. “And… and…” The pressure was too great for the princess, and Luna started to lament. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Pillar!”

Pillar appeared like she was ready to panic. “Wh- Why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong.” She snapped her head at me, “I don’t understand.” Pillar asked Starswirl, “Do you know why she’s sorry? Because I don’t.”

“This is all new to me,” Starswirl said. His gray brows creased, “Backdrop, explain why Luna is crying. You both know something that nopony else does.”

I pointed a hoof at the guards, “They know exactly what happened.”

“Well! Speak up about ‘what happened!’ Just- explain why my student is weeping!”

I swallowed a lump in my throat. I didn’t want to look at Pillar, but she needed to hear the truth directly from me. My ears drooped, and I saw Pillar’s eyes shift before falling back onto me. “I should be the one who’s sorry, Pillar. And you are in every way right to be furious.”

“What could you possibly have done for me to be angry with you? I can’t think of anything that-”

“Pillar,” Luna interjected, “I am the one you should hate.”

My love took a few steps backward. “What’s going on? I’m so confused!”

I was not going to allow Princess Luna throw herself into the fire without me laying on the coals first. “I… I slept with… with…” I rose a shaky and guilty hoof, “...her.”

A gasp as quiet as a mouse echoed throughout the room. “Wh-what?” Pillar squeaked. A pair of old eyes singed my forehead; Starswirl was not in the slightest amused. I didn’t dare look away from Pillar. I needed to look at the pain I created.

“I will admit,” Starswirl growled, “I am not happy to know that you managed to use your closeness with the princess so you could get in bed with her.”

“There’s more to it than that,” Luna sniffed.

“And that is exactly what I was going to segue into! Why does this… pony’s issue involve me? And more importantly, why were you sleeping with him?”

“Just let him speak, first! We are both at fault. But Backdrop needs to confess with his own words.”

Starswirl snorted, “Fine. But don’t expect me to give him any positive gazes anytime soon.”

The tears on White Pillar’s cheeks gushed too fast for me to count the tears. Yet, I still tried to. “Why…?” she whispered.

“Because…” Just tell her the truth. Hold nothing back. “...I was tempted.” Pillar made for the door, and I did nothing to step in her way. But I did continue speaking, “And I missed you!”

“Missed me?” Pillar turned around and approached with heavy steps. “If you missed me you would have waited patiently as I have done for you! But instead you chose-” She looked at Princess Luna and frowned. “...you chose to sleep with a mare much prettier than me who is also a princess…”

Luna clenched her teeth. “I was the one who tempted him, Pillar. I… I was the one who used his loneliness to my advantage. The evening prior to when we had sex, Backdrop and I-”

“You both had sex?!” Starswirl roared. Pillar scowled at me with disgust, and it wasn’t because of my terrible meal preparation. “How-” He directed his anger toward the princess. “I am very disappointed in you!”

“I don’t blame you,” Luna said. I wanted to see how the guards were reacting to the princess being scolded, but there was only one mare who needed my attention.

Pillar tried to size me up, but her small body didn’t match my height. I did shrink a little because of her justified anger. “How could you do this to me? I thought you were loyal!”

“And I-” My tongue refused to defend me. My brain halted any possible arguments I could come up with. But my heart still wanted to hold onto White Pillar. In what might be the last attempt, I mustered up the will to speak. “I thought I was loyal, too… But instead, I chose to poison what we had built over the last three years. There is nothing I can say or do to force you to convince you to stay with me any longer. However…” I knelt down to show my humility and allowed myself to let my own tears loose. “...all I can say is that I am sorry. I wanted to tell you my terrible act right away because of two reasons. One, you don’t deserve letters on paper. You deserve my words from my mouth as they always have been. And two, because you deserve the truth. It has nothing to do with the chance that… Luna might possibly be pregnant because we had sex.”

Starswirl jumped off his chair. “I’ve heard enough-!”

“Quiet, wizard!” Vega barked. “Let him speak!”

“You dare tell me to be silent?!”

Nova stepped in front of her Vega. “Sister, please! Don’t lose your temper!”

Luna intercepted Starswirl’s path toward the guard. “Starswirl, ignore her.” She scowled at the heated mare. “Vega, hold your tongue!” Vega stepped back but continued to scowl at Starswirl. For somepony who said very little, Vega was being very wordy. And defensive. However, I commended her for stopping the wizard. I wanted to make sure White Pillar heard everything I needed to say.

All eyes eventually returned to me, so I resumed, “Pillar, I deeply love you. My actions do not reflect that notion, but I mean it. And you have every right to leave me. The ring I gave you on that very night I proposed to you is still yours. Don’t attempt to give it back; I’ll refuse it. Go sell it and buy yourself something beautiful. Or throw it in the river. Also…” I fanned out my wings and removed my own wedding ring from my ring feather.

“You should take this back as well if you choose to leave me. Give it to somepony who isn’t untrustworthy. But understand that I don’t want you to go. I want to love you until the day you grow your own wings and we fly off to the heavens. Just say the words and abandon me. I deserve nothing from you.”

Pillar’s glare began to dissolve into a more gentle stare, but that didn’t ease the pain. Her eyes looked at the ring in my hoof, and then back to me. And like she had done for me so many times before, I waited. I waited patiently to hear her speak again.

But instead of addressing me, Pillar asked the wizard, “Starswirl, what should I do? You must know the best solution to this.”

Starswirl snorted, “I think Backdrop said it best with his own words: ‘throw it in the river.’ Let him sink. Let him drown in his own miserable emotions. He deserves nothing from a mare such as yourself.” He looked at Luna. “And you!” The princess flinched at his scolding. “I am deeply upset that you would sink so low and get a stallion who was with another mare to sleep with you. Does your sister know of this?”

“No… I am afraid of her looking at me in such a terrible light. Only the ponies in this room know of my deceptive crime.” Luna licked her lips. “I was going to ask you the same question as White Pillar said. What do I do?”

Starswirl expressed his discomfort with a groan. “As much as I hate to say this, and as much as he doesn’t deserve anypony to love, an arranged marriage must be set in place.”

The suggestion, alongside the insult, made me twitch. Pillar looked at me as if I knew the answer to his advice. “What do you mean, Starswirl?” Pillar asked.

“If Princess Luna is to conceive a child, then she and Backdrop need to wed.”

“Why such a major action?” Luna asked. “Besides, I don’t deserve what I tainted.”

“I don’t care if you how you feel about that treacherous stallion! But I do care about how the world views my student! If you two are bound by marriage, then nopony will assume the worst and consider you to be some brothel house whore.”

Luna gasped and stepped away from Starswirl. Even I was taken aback by the harsh word. And Vega was not silent. “How dare you insult the princess with such vile words, you jackass!” Nova did nothing to stop her sister from walking over to him, nor did Luna tell Vega to keep silent. What surprised me even more was the look on Starswirl’s face. Regret.

“Do you understand the degree of what you just said, wizard? You just called a mare a whore! And not just any mare, but the Regal Sister, Princess Luna! If I were you, I would exclude yourself from speaking another word. I don’t care how powerful you are. One word from the princess and I will toss you from the balcony!”

Instead of arguing back, Starswirl kept quiet. And Luna was next in line to speak. “Now you listen to me, Starswirl.” Her eyes bore the most intimidating glare any mare could wield. “You can forget your proposition after insulting me. And to be honest, I don’t deserve love. I’ll embrace the title of being a whore if I have to.” Luna looked up at the wizard with furious tears. “Am I a whore?”

No response.

“AM I a WHORE!?” Luna choked.

No response.

“Get out of my room if you won’t answer me! Backdrop here is braver to speak his mind because he is willing to admit he was wrong!”

No response.

“LEAVE!”

In a flash of light, Starswirl had fled. Princess Luna’s rage seeped into my bones, and I saw the true might she possessed. After a few deep breaths, Luna ordered Vega back to her post. A much more composed, yet still saddened princess returned to Pillar and I. “Shall we continue our talk?”

“I think so,” Pillar answered. Her lovely blue eyes stained by streaks of red fell back to me. “You want to know what I think about this entire situation?”

“Yes,” I answered, in fear that she would scold me as Luna did to Starswirl.

“Ashamed. I am ashamed of you both. And no offense, Princess Luna, but I am just slightly more disappointed in you. You must know by now how much Backdrop talks about me.”

“Yes.”

“Then why did you take advantage of him? I did nothing to you.” Pillar directed her attention to me. “And you. Do you know what it feels like to know you slept with another mare?”

“Heartbroken.”

“And do you know why? It’s because I don’t feel pretty or worth enough. You chose to have sex with another mare who is a princess instead of waiting for our wedding night. That hurts the pride in me to know what you two have done.” Pillar lost eye contact with me and continued to stare at the ring I continued to hold.

“But… call me a fool because I am a fool who is still in love…” A cold, relieving wash of cold water splashed onto my spine when a smile I thought was lost forever found its way onto Pillar’s lips. “When I think back to how you greeted me at the train station, I could just tell that you missed me. And even knowing that this talk would come to pass, Princess Luna herself led me into her home as her guest. You both expressed humility alongside each other, and I commend you both for that.

“I also do not want to let go of our three years together. We’ve had such great times. And I don’t want to abandon that.” Pillar shook her head, “Many will call me a fool. But a fool chooses to believe in what they want. I believe you, Backdrop. And I forgive you.”

My knees gave in, and I collapsed to the ground. The wedding ring bounced away, but I knew I could find it another time. I was happy, yet so ashamed of myself. Pillar chose to choose me after the horrible act I had committed.

A red bun pressed against my clogged nostrils. The smell of the love of my life was sweet and invigorating. But despite her words, part of me doubted them. Ironic how she most likely chose to continue loving me by believing in me, while I had a hard time comprehending her choice.

***

Once again, I was lying in bed with another mare. But instead of being an unloyal fool, it was an exception to the rule. I sat beside Princess Luna in the hospital room with a small body nestled between us.

My wife was beside me as well, peering down at the gray foal with a night-sky blue mane and tail who rested as gently as a calm summer cloud. “You think he will like me?” Pillar beamed. “I know I am going to love him.”

“I believe my son will gladly call you mother as well,” Luna said.

“But… what is he?” Pillar asked me. “I’ve never seen a pony like him.” His ears had tufts of fur at the tips, and his wings were… like a bat! When he came into the world, everypony was greeted with a loud cry that rivaled Luna’s explosive voice. But the moment she claimed him and started feeding my son some milk, the strange foal went to sleep with his mother for the first time.

My son let out a squeak of a yawn, and the spectators in the room smiled at his simple infant behavior. My parents were there, along with Pillar’s. Vega and Nova did what they do best and stood at the door, but their smiles were easy to spot. Princess Celestia stood off to the side close to her sister, and Starswirl continued to paw at his beard.

“Your child is very peculiar, Princess Luna,” the wizard said. “Do you have a possible hypothesis for your son’s form?”

“I might,” Luna replied. “You see…” She looked at Pillar and I with a frown. I nodded in hopes she would continue. “I believe the cause for my son’s appearance is because of recurring nightmares I have had since the incident between Backdrop and I.” Angry glares hit my forehead from both of Pillar’s parents. They had still not forgiven me for what I had done.

“Are you talking about the bat nightmares?” Celestia asked.

The younger regal sister nodded. “Let me explain, Starswirl. The nightmares began after White Pillar’s return. I think it coincided with Pillar’s then and still current obsession with bats. The dreams consisted of me walking through my Dreamscape garden until I reached a mango tree. Upon approaching, I notice some bats that were feasting on the succulent fruits. But no matter how quiet I approached, they always noticed me. And the dreams always concluded the same: with them attacking me.”

“Why did you not tell me you were having these dreams?” Starswirl asked.

“Because the words you told me many months ago still burns in my head,” Luna glared.

“I told you I was sorry for stooping to such a low level.”

“I know you have, but I now know who to ask when there is a more personal issue involving me.”

Before a conflict could possibly arise, Princess Celestia spoke up, “I think what is most important here is that a unique child has been born today. If he is related to the nightmares, then there might be some form of magic Luna and I are not aware of. Maybe our alicorn magic causes us to give birth to unique children. But until we know more about my sister’s foal, let us celebrate his birth.”

The peaceful Princess Celestia warmed my heart, glad she was more for peace than for conflict. “Well said, Princess Celestia,” I said.

Then a more serious change of subject arose. “What are we going to name your son, Backdrop? There are so many that I cannot even think of one.”

“Our son,” I corrected. “Luna and I both agreed that you are his mother just as much as he is to the princess.”

“R-Really? That means a lot for you to say.” Pillar slightly shifted to her side a little. Her belly bulged out as if it wanted to detach from her. “You hear that?” she said to her pregnant belly. “You are going to have a brother.”

To know that I have one child before me and another on the way bore a heavy gravity. I had to care for to children. I pondered how my foals would be treated by others. What experiences they would have with me. So many scenarios were out of reach. All I could do is wait.”

“I have a name,” Luna said as she gently nuzzled my son. “He will be named Thestral, the first of his kind.”

Author's Note

Thank you for reading Collaboration. It has been quite the experience (and hassle) to get this story finished.

Any feedback is appreciated. Let's just hope I win the Two-Faced Charade contest :3
(and if I don't, this was a fun project to partake in).

Behold

The door to Luna’s chamber squealed as Vega opened it for me. Little laughs echoed off the hollow walls, and I was infected with a smile. My two foals played with each other on the soft bed while Pillar and Luna sat quietly across from one another. Both mares looked up to see me approach but returned their eyes back to their respected child.

My knees froze, but Vega tapped my shoulder and gestured me to move forward. I did want to speak to Luna about the troubles I was enduring, but it was a talk that was going to create some discomfort for everypony.

When I came to the bed, Pillar quietly scooted over and allowed me to rest beside her. Luna simply sat alone. Testral rolled off his sister and jumped a few times before clinging to my arm. At least somepony was happy to see me. My daughter, Perspective, inched her tiny cream body to give chase to Thestral’s playful venture. Perspective had the most lovely shade of pink in her mane as the end of her curls had a white tint. Both of my foals were unique in their own way, and I was glad for their births.

However, despite the foals’ innocence, an awkward air was also conceived when Perspective entered the world. And despite Luna and Pillar’s will to unite the half-siblings, the mothers’ encounters became more awkward.

“Are the children enjoying themselves?” I asked in good spirits.

Luna finally smiled, “They are. And you should see how they nap together.” Even Pillar managed to smile as the attention on Thestral and Perspective continued.

“Would you be able to paint a picture of them when they go to sleep?” Pillar asked me. “I think that would be a sweet memory to have.”

“I think I can do that,” I nodded. “It would be a nice change of pace.”

Luna’s ear twitched. “What are you implying, Backdrop?” With the question dropped, I figured it was time to discuss my troubles. Pillar was well aware of the issue we both bore, but Luna still needed to know. Luna was still my friend, despite our past complications.

“Luna, you are aware of what has happened to us all over the last two years, are you not?”

“Of course I am,” Luna nodded. “And I assume you are referring to…” Her eyes looked up at Pillar for a moment before they fell to the bedding. “...what you and I did.”

“Y-yes.”

Pillar let out a noticeable sigh, one that did not make me comfortable. She never liked talking about the past. And yet, it continued to plague her and I like a relentless phantom. Luna straightened herself, “You both seem troubled with something.”

“Isn’t it obvious enough?” Pillar spoke quietly. Our children looked at us and blinked a few times. The innocent look they gave me broke my heart. “Look at us. Look at how painfully uncomfortable everything has become.”

“I find it hard to believe that everything is uncomfortable,” Luna creased her brows. “You both are now housed here in the castle with servants to do your bidding. Even your families have been allowed to stay within my home as if you are all blood relatives. Despite our past… discourse, I must say that this has all been a blessing in disguise. Celestia and I have grown close to your families and-”

I did not want to halt Luna’s positive boasting, but my hoof rose and forced her to stop speaking. “And as wonderful as this ‘blessing’ has been, there has been quite the price that had to be paid in order for it all to come to pass.” Pillar gingerly placed her arm around the back of my neck, her warmth soothing my frustration for the moment.

“Are you both still being pestered by ponies?” Luna asked. “I thought everypony has moved on from the past and forgave us all.”

“But does that mean ponies have forgotten?” Pillar sniffed. She always knew how to say the right questions. “Luna, you know exactly why my family is housed here in Canterlot Castle. We are not here because my family was welcomed willingly. We are here because of me. We fled from society because of my decision.” Once more, I watched my love cry bitterly. I wanted to shed a few tears myself, but I had no right. My children were naturally drawn to Pillar, and they crawled over to her. She managed to smile when they came, but Thestral hissed when a tear patted his nose, and he fled to Luna.

The princess spectated as my wife cried, helpless to do anything. “I’m surprised you both are still bothered by other ponies.”

I closed the gap between Pillar and me to comfort her. “It’s more than just that,” I said. “This castle is like a prison to us. Ever since word got out about us, the citizens of Canterlot looks at not just Pillar and I, but our families with bitter disgust and shame. It may be hard to tell, Luna, but my parents are too afraid to tell you that they wish to walk the streets without others whispering words about their son being a seducer. They don't want you to know that they wish to live outside the castle. Yes, it is truly a blessing to be here. It’s the reason why they live here that affects them negatively.”

Luna was not pleased to hear the truth. “How dare ponies judge those who were not involved in somepony else’s personal affairs! Whenever I walk about the kingdom, nopony dares to give me any negative comments! Though I suppose they only talk behind my back.” The princess snorted but subsided her mood and frowned. “Do ponies speak bitterly against me?”

I shook my head, “You will be happy to know that nopony whispers any negativity against you.”

“But- But why?” Luna looked down at Thestral as he nudged his head at her side. It was time to feed him. Luna levitated the lip of the bed’s blanket and pulled it over her to cover Thestral. She rolled over to her side as I saw my son’s head bob over to Luna. Luna winced a few times before her discomfort subsided.

“Because ponies are still convinced I seduced you,” I answered. “Not the other way around.”

Luna tried to speak, but again, she winced. “Must his teeth be so sharp?” She shook her head and said, “I assume you have more to say. If I recall, you said moments ago that painting a portrait of your children would be a good change of pace. What do you mean by that?”

Pillar wiped her cheeks clean of tears before nuzzling our confused daughter. “We are artists,” I said looking at Pillar. “And as artists, we are meant to create art. We are meant to collaborate with others. But Pillar and I have been stuck in this castle only working on assignments given by either you or Celestia.”

“‘Stuck?’” Luna sat upright, and Thestral popped out from under the blanket. Perspective went after him, and the two began playing again. My heart fluttered as I watched the playful foals, but I couldn’t focus on them for long. “Please explain what you mean, please.”

“Have you forgotten what happened after I chose to stay with Backdrop?” Pillar asked with a furrowed brow. “Because of my helplessness to want to remain with him, the… the… fluffing ponies of Canterlot refused him and I work!” I swallowed when Pillar swore. “They didn’t want work from him because of his unloyal deed!” My ears fell back while my wife continued to rant. “And others rejected me because I chose to stay with somepony I was helplessly in love with. Even my own parents refuse to look at me without being disgusted!”

Thestral and Perspective continued to ignore their mother’s venting as they played, and I praised their ignorance. But Pillar was not finished. Through clenched teeth, she asked, “What does it take to be forgiven? What does it take to amend the past?”

Luna took a deep breath and slowly let out the suppressed air. “I do not know… I truly wish I could give you the answer that will ease your troubles. Maybe time will be a factor.” She looked up to the mural on her ceiling. “But just like the stars, the chapters of the past are set. Only time will tell what the future beholds.”

I looked at my foals as Luna finished delivering her wise words. They looked at me with bright smiles, and I did what I could to match their grins. Perhaps my children were the answer and will appease the citizens of Canterlot. Or maybe they would be shunned by society and grow to hate their father.

Only time will tell what the future beholds. All I could do was wait.

To be continued...?

Author's Note

Let me leave you with this word of advice. If you wrote that with a constraint, I can't imagine what you could create with even more time and experience.

Anonimous Horse Writer.

I'll remember those words :3