After finishing her final round of secular duties for the evening, Luna, Princess of the Moon, pulled her eyes away from the viewing glass in front of her. ‘Telescope, I believe my dear sister said they are called nowadays. An odd word, but then, that is nothing new. Most everything has changed since I was banished, and words are among the least of the oddities.’ she reminded herself. As she readied herself to move on to her more magical duties, she glanced skyward once more, checking to make sure the moon she controlled was in the right place, moving at the right speed. It was, and she decided she was ready to attend to the dreams of her subjects.
Closing her eyes, she blocked out the vision of Canterlot. Not strictly necessary, not to a dreamwalker of her experience. ‘But speaking of oddities and changes…When I was banished, this was just a gem mine. And nearly played out, at that. Now, it is a thriving, bustling city. A castle town. Full of the most snobbish, pretentious nobles and gentry…or socialites, as they are called now. That is one thing that has not changed, as much as We might have wished it.’ Luna grumbled to herself, thoughts of court and its attendant irritants making her slip into a more formal mode of speech, including the Royal We.
Suddenly, Luna’s eyes snapped open with a soft snort of annoyance, as she realized she was stalling. Again. She had already scanned the city and the horizon multiple times. More than she really needed to. Equestria was a peaceful country now, not like when she and Celestia had first ascended to become alicorns. Back then, the three tribes had been cooperative, but were still somewhat suspicious of each other. The lessons of Hearth’s Warming Eve could not be forgotten so easily, but true friendship took time. Especially on a such a large scale.
“Again!” Luna muttered vehemently, snorting again, louder this time. And stomping a hoof angrily. Checking the balcony floor, she found only a small mark, like a hoofprint in nearly dry dirt. ‘One good thing about my power returning slowly, it gives me time to grow back into it.’ she complained to herself, somewhere between irritated and depressed. With an irritated flick of her starry tail, Luna closed her eyes once more.
“Everything will be fine, Luna.” she said to herself softly, not using the Royal Canterlot voice, since she was her only audience. “You have more than enough power to do some quick rounds in the dreamscape, so long as you do not push yourself too hard.” Having finally convinced herself that all would be well, she flicked her tail one last time, took a deep breath, and let herself slip away.
She almost immediately found herself in a nigh-infinite hallway, with doors lining it as far as the eye could see. And further, too, Luna knew. Just as she knew no two of those doors would be exactly alike. The perception was strange, though. Not quite like in the waking realm, but the difference was very hard to define. But, that was the dream realm for you. At first, Luna stared at the subtly-warped surroundings for a moment, trying to figure out what exactly that difference in perception was. Something she’d gotten in the habit of when she was learning to be a dreamwalker, and never broken herself of.
But after that moment, or however long it was—the flow of time was warped here, too, just like any real dream—the princess of the night decided it was time to start her job for real, and to push herself a little, too. The doors around her suddenly flung themselves away from her, as the rest of the hall dissolved into the black velvet of the night sky, and the dream realm took on the appearance Luna had come to know so well.
The dream realm was every bit as strange as one might imagine, and Luna was not the first pony to visit. This part—the area in between the dreams, themselves—looked different to every pony who saw it. At least, eventually. When a master dreamwalker brought an apprentice, they made it look like a hallway, as that was easier on a young mind. The doors made it easy to identify just whose dream one was looking at.
For the last few days, Luna had stuck to the hall, wanting to relearn what she'd once known so well it was almost instinct, though she had pretty quickly abandoned the nameplates on the doors. She remembered enough of her old teachings to not need them. She now realized that she might have brought some of her discomfort on herself. Now that she was once more viewing the dream realm as she had come to prefer, she found a measure of peace, floating amongst the black velvet, bathing in the pinpricks of light that were the dreams of ponies near and far.
After taking a short moment to enjoy true peace, which was all too rare in the waking world, Luna shook herself, then rotated in place slowly. Not that it was true rotation, as in this inky void, there were no real directions, and movement was just a trick of the mind. It was, in some ways, almost like standing still, and having the universe itself move around you. But at the same time, it also wasn’t. It was one of those things that Luna had long ago come to accept was simply beyond the true understanding of any mortal mind. Even one such as hers or Celestia’s.
As Luna completed her turn, she noticed that all of the stars in the area were twinkling peacefully. Despite there being more stars than on the darkest of night skies, none of them overlapped, or hid another with their light. And while they all appeared identical, they were also all distinct, recognizable as individuals. Though again, the knowing of who each star was, was imparted with the same, strange dream knowledge as turning and moving. Satisfied that there was nothing needing her immediate attention, she decided to look around a bit, and go exploring, as she sometimes…okay, frequently…did.
Her first stop was to personally check in on her sister. Celestia may be older than her— “Especially now. How do my thousand years of banishment count? Do they count at all? Am I now the baby of the family?” Luna wondered aloud, mildly horrified. “No, that distinction, at least, goes to Celestia’s niece…our niece. Mi Amore Cadenza, who prefers to go by Cadance.” she reminded herself.
Unfortunately, traversing the dream realm was not something easily done when distracted, and focusing on Cadance brought Luna to her dream, which she was startled to find shining bright and steady. Dreams are strange things, and even the best dreamwalkers can only determine so much from the outside. Mostly just the intensity, and sometimes the dominant emotion. And the way Luna viewed her dream charges, Cadance’s was very bad news. Dreams may make one feel happy and peaceful, and they may make someone smile, but they seldom provide outright joy and hilarity. Those nice dreams twinkle like stars, their brightness depending on how strong the dream is. But the bad ones lack that fluctuation in brightness, shining like planets, instead. A beacon to dreamwalkers like her, letting them know something was amiss, and needed taking care of.
And a dream shining this brightly, this unwaveringly, meant that it was a terrible nightmare. After failing herself, her sister, and her ponies once before, a thousand years ago, Luna had no intention of repeating that mistake again. So, waiting only long enough to charge her power, she threw herself into the dream before her. Vowing to smite this nightmare as it deserved! To end any evil! To face any horrible sight!
Any horrible sight, that was, except this…
“OH YES, SHINING!” Cadance hollered ecstatically, as her stallionfriend made some very primal noises of his own.
Luna instantly froze, in mid-charge, her mane and tail somehow sticking straight out. Looking like nothing so much as an overgrown, exaggerated pointer dog that has suddenly spotted his prey. Luna’s face heated up so fast, it felt like it was about to boil off, as she suddenly remembered that lust can be every bit as powerful, and make a dream shine just as bright, as fear.
Part of Luna wanted to leave and give her adopted niece the privacy such a dream deserved…Okay, it actually wanted to run far, far away, and pretend this never happened, but…tomato, tomahto. The rest of her was just too stunned to do anything but watch the captain of her sister’s royal guard rutting his marefriend like there was no tomorrow. Except for a teeny-tiny part of her that wanted to stick around and watch to the end.
So she could ask Cadance why Shining was wearing her crown, of course. No other reason. None at all.
Luna finally managed to slip away, hopefully unseen, after a couple more endless minutes of horrified fascination—“NO! Confusion! Strictly confusion.” she corrected herself, as she tried to ignore the slight tingling in her nethers.
With another irritated flick of her metaphysical tail, Luna refocused on what she’d been doing before…before that happened. This time, she kept her focus where she needed to, and arrived at Celestia’s dream. Pulsing gently, it was obviously not bad. And in fact, it felt quite nice as Luna lightly pressed her hoof to it. Ever so lightly, so that she didn’t get drug in.
Not because she feared what she might find, but because she simply didn’t want to disturb her sister’s rest. Celestia was so powerful—in both magic and dreamwalking—and the sisters so close to each other, that she would never miss Luna’s presence, however faint it might be. And Luna didn’t wish to disturb her rest. This was her job, after all. Protecting Equestria and all its citizens during the dark hours. Little sister or not, during the nighttime it was her turn to protect Celestia.
Now that she was assured of her sister’s nighttime safety, Luna went in search of some of the other ponies she regularly visited. Ever since being freed of Nightmare Moon, her inner evil, Luna had been curious about the ones responsible. And while she did try to talk to her sister about Twilight and her friends, their free time was hard to come by, and harder still to match up. So Luna had taken to observing the six’s dreams—seven, if one counted Spike, which Luna could admit, she didn’t always remember to. So she spent a little time every night visiting their dreams. After all, where was one more honest with and about oneself than in a dream?
Distance in the waking world is no matter in the realm of dreams, so with a simple thought, Luna was standing…floating…whatever-ing beside Twilight Sparkle’s dream. Like Celestia’s, it was pulsing gently, and just about as brightly. After taking a moment to enjoy the sight, Luna pressed one hoof to the dream, harder than she did with Celestia’s, and she was immediately pulled in…
She found herself in Celestia’s private chambers, with Celestia herself on the bed, one wing over her student. ‘Not really much of a student anymore, from what my sister has told me.’ she thought. ‘She’s basically graduated, now, in all but name. Those friendship lessons she writes are mostly just a way to make sure the two of them stay in contact. A sneaky, little white lie.’ Suddenly, a voice from below caught her attention.
“Do I really have to go, Princess?” came an almost-whine from beneath the large, white wing.
“Yes, Twilight, I’m sorry to say you do.” Celestia responded calmly, comfortingly. Luna remembered that tone of voice from when she was younger. How it always let her know her elder sister, as powerful and busy as she might have been, cared for her. “Our lessons for the day are done, and I have matters of state that require my attention. But later tonight, I’ll try and see if I can’t at least stop in for a visit during your astronomy lesson with Luna.”
‘Now that’s a surprise!’ Luna thought. “She dreams of learning from me, too?”
“Of course I do, Princess Luna.” the purple mare said, looking up at the floating alicorn, peeking between the white feathers to do so. Luna quickly brought her hoof up to her mouth, only now realizing she’d spoken aloud. And hoping it was only the last part. Twilight Sparkle might just shrug it off as a dream, but Celestia would be a little annoyed to find out Luna had let slip about her ruse with the letters. But Twilight continued before Luna could worry too much.
“You’re a princess, so you know a lot. Especially about the night. And your duties are just as important as Princess Celestia’s. They’re a little different, and not as appreciated by most, but that doesn’t make them any less important.”
Now the dark-coated princess was holding her hoof to her mouth to stop her lips from trembling. Her eyes were watering too, not that she could do anything about that.
“That is very wise of you, my dearest student.” Celestia said, stretching her wing and fluffing it a bit, to get the feathers back in proper order. “But as I said, we both have other duties to attend to. You can talk to Luna more later tonight. But, in the meantime…” she trailed off, before opening the door.
“Twily!” exclaimed an unfortunately familiar voice, making Luna’s head shoot up, her eyes now bulging slightly in terror. There, in the doorway, was Shining Armor, again. Smaller than the last time she'd seen him, but that was not enough to mitigate Luna’s reaction. Which was, unfortunately, strong enough to make Cadance’s crown pop into existence around his horn, where she'd last seen it.
But just for a split-second, as a purple blur streaked across the bottom of Luna’s vision, distracting her enough for Twilight’s will reassert itself over her dream, vanishing the crown. Suddenly, the blur turned into Twilight, now half as tall as her brother, as the little filly she’d turned into with her brother’s arrival started jumping around, shouting with joy. The innocent, adorable glee was almost enough to scrub the debauched image from Luna’s mind.
Until Cadance stepped up beside Shining Armor and nuzzled the side of his neck tenderly. ‘He is a lot less muscular here, than he was in her dream.’ Luna suddenly realized, seeing them side-by-side, as Cadance got Twilight Sparkle’s attention. Then, all of a sudden, Luna got another terrible shock. Cadance practically presented herself for mounting, and her backside was aimed straight in Luna’s direction. The dark-coated princess didn’t stick around for the inevitable conclusion.
Back in the darkness between dreams, Luna started ranting to herself. “What was going on in there? Is that how the captain of the royal guards conducts himself at home? In front of his sister? And what about Twilight Sparkle? Dreaming about her brother and his marefriend? In front of Celestia! And Us!? I mean, it is one thing, for Mi Amore Cadenza to dream about it. The two of them are courting, after all…” Luna suddenly trailed off, as she realized that the two of them had only just started courting recently, and that Celestia had told her that Twilight Sparkle didn’t know about it. And then Luna remembered something else. Something she almost missed in her rush to escape the coming mating. Cadence had started chanting something, right there at the end. “And so did Twilight Sparkle, now that We think about it.” Luna admitted. “Something about…sunshine? And…ladybugs? Maybe? Wait, did my sister not tell me that Cadance and Twilight had some little ritual-thing, when she foalsat her? I think so.”
After thinking about it a little more, Princess Luna did remember one of the breakfast chats between the three princesses, as they all got to know each other better, just last week, in fact. Cadance had told them all about the little greeting ritual the two of them had. Feeling much relieved, the princess of the night decided to move onto another of the six.
With her mind on unicorns, she naturally gravitated towards the bearer of the Element of Generosity. Her dream was flashing a little brighter than the last two she'd seen, but not enough for fear or lust to be in control. So Luna entered the dream, hoping it would stay that way.
‘Not lust, but definitely romance.’ Luna thought to herself, seeing the purple-maned unicorn leaning up against a stallion in a room that took her a minute to recognize as one of the rooms in the castle. She almost didn’t recognize it under all the decorations. There seemed to be some kind of ball going on, at least if the food and music were to be believed. The decorations, however, were nothing like they should be for such an event. There were ribbons and streamers everywhere, in shades of purple and blue, with occasional accents of other colors. A very tasteful color palette, if entirely the wrong kind of decorations for…
“The Grand Galloping Gala?” Luna muttered softly, reading a large banner in one of the doorways. “Most definitely unbefitting an event of this importance.” Luna hadn’t actually been to one, of course—her banishment predated them by centuries—but she had heard Celestia planning—and complaining about—this year’s. It was only a couple of moons away.
Luna decided to blend into the dream and mingle with the party-goers. But then she decided against it, just as quickly. She didn’t wish to disturb the dreamer. “Rarity.” she reminded herself. An event like this would most definitely call for the Royal Canterlot Voice, but it would not be at all conducive to a romantic mood.
‘I will just save that for in case things take a more amorous turn.’ Luna finally decided, as she also figured out how to satisfy her curiosity about Rarity’s date without interfering with it. Lowering herself to the ground, Luna took her original form. Her pre-ascension, unicorn body. She started to loop around in front of the happy couple, moving through the crowd and the confetti that was falling gently, like snowflakes.
‘When did that start?’ she wondered to herself. ‘It is even more unbecoming of such an event than the rest of the decorations.’ Especially since every piece seemed to bear a gemstone, like the cutie mark of the dreamer. ‘From what Twilight Sparkle has written, Rarity is socially conscious enough to know full well that this would be unacceptable. Then again, dreams are strange and fickle things. And she is friends with that party pony.’
That was one dream she was never touching again, if she could help it. She’d done that once, two nights ago. It still scared her, honestly. Luna simply hadn’t realized that the pink, poofy-haired pony was a party pony. And an uncommonly powerful one, by the look of things. Which, in retrospect, was no real surprise, considering she bore the Element of Laughter.
Luna knew full well what party ponies were capable of. They’d existed even before the unification. They were, in fact, an integral part of it. Nothing brought ponies together like shared joy and good cheer, after all. Well, except shared hardships.
‘And with a couple of the party ponies I met, there seemed little enough difference between the two, sometimes.’ Luna thought, slowing down in her distraction. ‘If there was ever an earth pony who ascended to alicorn-hood, it would almost certainly be a party pony. I just hope that never happens. Calling someone like that family would be almost as bad as having Discord himself…’ Then another thought hit her, sending a shudder through her, and she stopped moving altogether. “Could that be where Discord actually came from?” she questioned herself, not realizing she’d said it aloud. “A party pony alicorn, fallen to her inner darkness, like I did, with Nightmare Moon? Or…well…his inner darkness, I guess I should say. I think.” Suddenly, she gave herself a little shake. “Semantics aside, I really must bring this up with my sister over breakfast. If there’s a chance it’s true, and Discord can be saved…Oh no. Breakfast.”
Trying not to think about breakfast, where she’d almost certainly see Cadance, Luna returned to her original task, only to have lost track of the seemingly happy couple. The sound of a door opening behind her made her spin around, and she was practically face-to-face with Rarity, looking gorgeous in her dress, which fit the gala far better than the decorations. And with her date.
‘Poor mare.’ Luna can’t help but think upon realizing that her date is none other than “Prince” Blueblood. Luna had only been in the capitol a few weeks, and she’d already heard he was the most crass, boring boor of an oaf in the city. The only reason anypony gave him the time of day was because Celestia was his aunt.
It was entirely an honorary title, of course, and barely even that. No, he was no more a blood-relation to Celestia than Cadance or even herself. Instead, according to Celestia, his grand-dam. ‘Grandmother.’ Luna had to remind herself. ‘That is what it is called nowadays. Mother and father. Not Sire and Dam. A dam is a construct blocking a river. Sire isn’t even a proper word, anymore.’
According to what her sister had told her when Luna had asked, Blueblood’s grandmother was a personal student of her sister’s, many years ago. Not unlike Twilight Sparkle. She had gone on to do great things, though not as great as Celestia’s current pupil, of course.
So, while Celestia’s student had remained good friends with her teacher for the rest of her life, and so had her son, that stallion's son—Blueblood—hadn’t had nearly the talent for magic of either of his predecessors. He was really little more than a hanger-on at this point, and didn’t have the shared bond of being alicorns that Cadance and Luna did, let alone the additional centuries of life together beyond even that, that Luna alone had.
Luna had tried to talk to Celestia about Blueblood’s behavior. It had mostly been hearsay, admittedly, but Cadance had joined in, and confirmed everything her new elder had said, and even added a few personal details of her own. Two generations of friends, however, earned him a lot of leeway. Especially when Celestia had talked to him about it herself, back when the rumors had first reached her ears. He told her that it was mostly just a front. Meant to chase away the social climbers, who just wanted to use him as a stepping stone to royalty.
An entirely reasonable explanation, all three alicorns around the breakfast table had agreed. But later, privately, Cadance had confided in Luna that it seemed like more to her. That she’d seen a few times where his behavior seemed a little too unrehearsed. A little too…spontaneous…or instinctive, maybe was the better word for it. She and Luna had then agreed to do their best to keep an eye on him, when they could. Of course, that had only been four days ago, and there’d been no formal events since then.
‘I am truly worried about this. My sister has not had the best track record of spotting the bad apples amongst her family.’ Luna thought, self-disparagingly. Sudden laughter brought her back to the moment, though. And seeing the pair, she remembered what started her thinking.
‘I do not know that we could consider ourselves proper friends yet, but I would still hate to see her get her heart broken at the Grand Galloping Gala. Perhaps I should put a stop to this? But how?' Luna wondered, watching Rarity dance with a stallion who was almost the exact opposite of his waking world self. As a dreamwalker, she had the ability to impress her will upon another’s dream. And as the princess of dreams, her power to do so was nigh-unrivaled.
Her first thought was to replace Blueblood with someone who was more of a true gentlecolt. But whom? Most of the ponies she knew were only a little better than Blueblood. The good ones really were all taken, snapped up in a heartbeat by mares who knew a good thing when they saw it. ‘Maybe somepony else Rarity likes? But I don’t know anypony she likes. Or who might like her.’
Luna briefly considered getting Rarity to change her own mind, by showing her the real Blueblood. But that could all too easily turn into a nightmare, and it was Princess Luna’s job to dispel nightmares. Sure, she could use one that was already underway to help teach a lesson—to help the pony in question face their true fears. But creating one whole-cloth would be anathema to her.
Besides which, Luna had wondered more than once since her rescue if her exposure to nightmares—what they contained, and what made them—had led to her becoming Nightmare Moon. Or at least hurried it along.
Then the obvious solution hit her. Replace Blueblood with one of Rarity’s friends! She’d have to turn the romance down a bit, of course, but that was easy enough. Now, which of her friends should it be?
In the end, Luna decided on swapping Blueblood for an imagining of Twilight Sparkle. Partly because they were both unicorns, and partly because Twilight was the only one Luna figured would know about how to behave at an event like the Grand Galloping Gala. Though it was tempting to put her with Applejack. There was just something about the city/country juxtaposition that got Luna's imagination going. Back before her banishment, she had preferred to mate with such ponies. They seemed to have fewer hang-ups, once they got over her being a princess.
Her next stop was the blue pegasus with the multi-colored mane. Whose name she was reminded of as soon as she entered the dream. She could hardly have done otherwise, what with all the fans who were cheering for her as she raced the Wonderbolts, and trounced them thoroughly.
Luna quickly switched her attention to the other fliers, to see how much Rainbow Dash had slowed them down. And a moment or two later, she had to admit, they seemed pretty on par with the one performance she’d seen a moon or two earlier. “Even here, in a dream like this, she shows loyalty to those she values, by not making them less than they really are.” Luna mused. And a few minutes later, she prepared to leave, adding one last comment to herself. “Hmm…If she flies half this well when she is awake, she could definitely find a place on the team in a few years. If she can learn a little self-control.”
Upon entering Fluttershy’s dream, Luna watched the yellow pegasus having a tea party with several animals, as a huge white rabbit brushed her pink mane out. After a few strokes, Fluttershy offered “Angel” some tea, and he sipped at it delicately. Intrigued, Princess Luna once again took her pre-alicorn form and hid the moons on her flanks. She didn’t want to frighten the ball of nerves, or the rabbit who looked large enough to do her some damage, should he get upset. Not that it would last, of course, but nevertheless. Then she made herself known to her hostess and asked if she could join.
For several minutes, Luna talked about weaving, a hobby she had been fond of as a filly, and which explained the black “rug” that was supposedly "Selene's" cutie mark. From there, it grew into a conversation about textile crafts in general.
Feeling much refreshed, and quite happy about how well things had gone, Luna left what felt like quite some time later, with Fluttershy none the wiser about her mysterious guest.
Or so she thought. Fluttershy wasn’t nearly as stupid and gullible as her shyness and kindness led everyone to just kind of assume. She’d realized fairly quickly who was really with her. But she appreciated that the alicorn was trying not to frighten her, and realized she was probably a little lonely, too. So she'd played along, as she often did in such situations. She did bear the Element of Kindness, after all.
From there, there was only one pony left to visit. “And one dragon.” Luna reminded herself. A thought later, and she was met with a rare sight. The light from four stars were mingling in a most unusual way. A shared dream. She entered it right away. For a shared dream like this, she’d have been willing to face Pinkie’s dreamscape.
Looking around, she found herself above an orchard. Bright red apples growing on lush, green trees, as far as the eye could see. Uncountable numbers of them. And in the middle, there was a group of ponies that, if anything, outnumbered even the trees. She swooped down among the trees, so she could find a place to hide to watch from, and try to figure this out. She was almost certain that most of the ponies here weren’t real. A shared dream that large would be entirely unheard of. After a few minutes, she'd felt a particular "resonance," for want of a better word, convincing her that her first thought was right. That this dream was merely shared four ways, with the four family members living in Ponyville. Not that “merely” was the best description, since even a four-way sharing was almost unheard of. Only the closest of ponies ever shared dreams. Lovers, or close family. Then again, the Apple family was all about family. Even more than apples, it sounded like, according to some of Twilight Sparkle’s letters.
She’d become convinced of something else in these last few minutes, too. Mingling was really not an option. She didn’t think she could manage it, with so many ponies who were so close. Plus, she somehow felt it wouldn’t be right to walk among them as an imposter. ‘Could the Element of Honesty be affecting me, somehow?’ she wondered. Either way, she opted for an invisibility spell, and once it was cast, she floated above their heads. Not using her wings, but flying like anypony might during their dreams. Even earth ponies, like these.
For what felt like hours, she hovered over them silently, seeing scenes from many different family reunions. The only time she really risked giving herself away was when she spotted a little ball of freckled fur that asked for “moar appah fwittahs?”
‘I am a centuries-old, alicorn princess. The moon itself moves at my very whims, and the world of dreams is my playground. I am not some excitable young filly, that squeals and hugs every…pwecious…adowable…wittle thing.’ she told herself, clenching her teeth so tightly it was a wonder they didn’t break. It was a hard-fought battle, but in the end, she managed to resist the urge to swoop in there and cuddle that adorable pudge-ball within an inch of her life. Just barely.
She decided to leave almost immediately afterwards, so she didn’t succumb to temptation. But arriving in the void, her mood was swiftly leveled out by a bright glow from far away. Instantly jumping there, her mood only sank further when she realized whose dream it was.
“If this isn’t a nightmare, so help me…” she muttered, reaching out towards the dream, which was flashing like a disco-ball. (Candace had showed her some pictures from a nightclub she and Shining Armor had gone to recently.)
Seconds later, she reappeared in the void, a spray of confetti and streamers popping out with her. Her eyes were wide and traumatized, and it wasn't hard to understand why. Frosting splattered across her body, with confetti stuck to it, a party hat on her horn, and a noisemaker dangling out of one side of her mouth would be bad enough, but the possum somehow tied in her mane, and small bits of cake and sprinkles in her tail only made it worse. The only mercy was that it was a balloon animal in her mane, and not a live possum. Although she wasn’t entirely convinced it was going to stay that way.
“Never again.” she mumbled, shaking. She repeated it a few more times, before cleaning herself up by vanishing everything she’d picked up in the dream. Including the elaborate calligraphy spelling out DOWN WITH BLACK SNOOTY in frosting on her right side, coated with sprinkles. Honestly, that was just insult on injury, by that point.
“It is my own fault. I knew party ponies could be an exception to the no-happy-shining-dream rule, but I went in anyway.” she rambled, trying to move past the horror she’d been subjected to. It wasn’t malicious, like Discord’s chaos had been, but it was every bit as terrifying, in its own right. “Mass murder could not be worse than that. But I am never going in there again. Never, never, never.” Even as she told herself that, in her heart of hearts, she knew she’d dive right back in if she thought it was a nightmare. And not just because Pinkie had helped free her from her own personal one. But because that’s just what a princess in her position did. “Or maybe, I will take Celestia in with me next time. She has said she wants some excitement. That ought to teach her to be careful what she wishes for. And there were a couple of pranks in our old castle I never got even with her for.”
Luna’s evil scheming was brought to a sudden halt by flare of light. Her mind now wholly back on her duty, she whisked herself away, appearing in front of a brightly glowing dream. Taking only a second to ready herself, she dived straight in.
She found herself hiding behind a stalagmite, watching an ivory-coated pony run by. She had a purple mane and tail, with a wide, pink stripe down the middle, and three wrapped, hard candies on her flank. A terrifying roar echoed down the cave a second later.
“Hey, Buzz-Boy!” Sweetie-Drops shouted. “Down here, you ursine abomination!”
“Ursine abomination?” Luna thought, confused and more than a little worried. “She is not trying to take on an Ursa, is she? No earth pony could go hoof-to-hoof with an Ursa Minor and survive, let alone an Ursa Major. No, wait. This cave isn’t big enough for an Ursa Major.” she realized, rushing down the tunnel. “Small consolation that is, though.” She was surprised by how far ahead Sweetie-Drops has gotten. Not so much by the speed, as by the fact that in anypony’s dream, the rules of the dream usually keep her closer to…her host. Dream worlds seldom stretched much further than the dreamer's eyes could see, in fact. Unless it was someplace they knew very well, like their own home.
A sudden, huge, dragging sound reached her ears, followed by an equally loud buzz. Like a million angry bees. Or just…
“A bugbear? Doesn’t that pony realize those things are only slightly less dangerous than an Ursa Minor?” She caught up to Sweetie-Drops and the bugbear just as another thought occurred to her. ‘Wait. She knows what bugbears look like? Which means they must still be around! I would have thought my sister would have gotten rid of them by now. I really must talk to her about Discord, in this case. If I’m right, we may be able to convince him to get rid of all those chimeric abominations he created. Even if I’m wrong, Twilight Sparkle and her friends might be able to convince him to at least get rid of some of them.’
A sudden scream rent the air, and Luna looked up to see a pony clutched in one of the beast’s paws. But it wasn't Sweetie-Drops. This pony appeared to be mint-green, with a blue-and-white mane.
“Lyra!” Sweetie-Drops screamed, her voice higher than it should've been, judging from what Luna had heard before. “Just one second, Lyra!”
Princess Luna started to scold herself for losing focus, but after a second, she realized she was doing it again, and it could wait until after she’d dealt with this nightmare. Just as she readied herself to dispel the great, ugly beast, Sweetie-Drops shouted “NOW!” Her voice dropped again when she did, and suddenly, there was a net around the creature, and then a cage. And Lyra was floating down to Sweetie-Drops’ arms.
“Oh, Bon Bon, thank you for saving me from that thing. It was so horrible.”
“Bon Bon?” Luna muttered. “But her name is Sweetie-Drops. I should know. It’s her head I’m inside of right now.”
“Like, just kiss me already, Lyra.” Sweetie-Drops said, now speaking in a third, separate voice.
“Oh, Bon Bon.” Lyra gasped, before kissing her as hard as she could.
Princess Luna could only stare in bafflement at what was going on in front of her eyes. Not the filly-fooling—she’d done plenty of that herself, in the centuries before her banishment. No, it was the sudden change from terrifying nightmare to hot and steamy action. She understood that some ponies got off on danger, and she enjoyed a good adrenaline rush as much as the next mare, in fact. But the mood whiplash left her reeling. Not to mention the voices. And just who was Bon Bon?
“I got you, babe.” Sweetie-Drops said, and Luna noticed the scenery had changed. Now it was a park. The pony’s voice had changed, too. Again. “Let me be good to you.” the ivory-coated mare sing-songed huskily, and with her voice lower again, it sounded pretty exciting. It definitely sounded like it excited Lyra.
“Ooh, our favorite bench.” she cooed, as Sweetie-Drops’ kisses moved down her throat. “You’re already too good to me, Bon Bon.”
Luna suddenly noted that, yes, Lyra was sitting on a bench. In a decidedly most uncomfortable looking position, but still. She also noted, as Sweetie-Drops moved even lower with her mouth, that as uncomfortable as Lyra’s position looked, it did grant her marefriend full and easy access to that all-important area between her legs that she was aiming for.
Luna suddenly realized what was going on, and not one to be a voyeur—unless she had a good chance of joining in, herself—she left this strange rollercoaster of a dream as fast as she could.
“Oh, good. Another nightmare, to take my mind off of what just happened.” she said, seeing another brightly shining dream. She took a quick breath, more for composure than need, as breathing here was totally optional. Then, like the last one, she dived straight in, only noticing at the last instant that it was another shared dream. Only two people this time, though.
“Okay, now that was weird.” she said, coming out of the dream a minute later. “Extra weird. Party pony weird, almost. Actually, never mind the almost, it was even weirder, in its own way. Those two…I mean, they weren’t even touching each other, or anything. They were just playing music, but, but…their eyes! And the one’s collar…it just sprang open. It was so intense. The sexual tension in that room was crazy. You could cut it with a knife. You could swim in it. You could drown in it! I need a cold shower. Cadence could learn a thing or two from those two—Stop! Don’t think about that!”
“Too late.” she conceded, one heavy sigh later. “I am just going to skip breakfast tomorrow. I will say I’m too tired, from overstressing myself. Of course, that is not entirely a lie. And there goes another one.” Luna said, as a very bright glow lit up the darkness around her. “Maybe I will get lucky, and it will be the middle of winter, so I can dunk myself in a lake or something.” she grumbled, focusing on the location of the glow.
A second later, Princess Luna was back with the Apples, and shrugging off her…bad/horny/she-didn’t-know-what mood. Because this time, it was unquestionably a nightmare. It turns out that some things, you just never forget. Other things…not so much. Like dreamwalking. And some of the finer details thereof. Luna had forgotten during her thousand-year banishment that lust shines, and fear glows. A difficult and subtle distinction, that’s more about the feel of the light emitted, that more or less can’t be put into words. Had she just remembered that, she might not have been in such a fix. But she hadn’t, and now here she was. Living a little nightmare of her own, while helping ponies important to her with theirs.
Just as she reached out to touch the combined dream, one of the four split away, and its glow turned into a normal, contented twinkle. Although she was curious about which of them managed to rescue herself—balance of probability, on that—she had more pressing matters, with the ones who hadn’t.
Falling into the dream felt different this time, and after a quick look around, Luna quickly figured out why. There was a…it was hard to describe, but the edges of dreams were…almost fluid. This was more…ragged. So no ordinary dream, then. But a memory, playing out as a dream. Which was a real problem, because memories were much harder to dispel than simple nightmares. They could be banished by brute force, of course, but that ran the risk of permanently damaging them. And the worst memories were every bit as important in forming a pony’s personality as the best ones.
Knowing that there was nothing to do but sit and watch, just in case there should turn out to be some way she could help, after all, Luna once more turned herself invisible and floated near the ceiling of the Apple's farmhouse.
“I am…so very sorry to be one to have to tell you this.” said a pony she didn’t recognize. He was talking to an old green mare she now recognized as Granny Smith, though she didn’t look quite as old as she had earlier this night. Until Luna looked a little closer at the mare’s eyes, and then she could almost see the years piling on.
“Well…it’s not yer fault.” she says slowly. “You got nuthin’ to be sorry fer, Sheriff. These things happen, and they gotta happen to somepony. We’ve had plenty o’ the good. It only stands to reason that we gotta take a little o’ the bad now an’ then, to even it out.”
“Well, that’s probably one of the best ways there is to look at it.” the sheriff agreed awkwardly. Uncomfortably. After a minute, he cleared his throat and spoke up again. “Uh, if you don’t mind me asking, where are the youngin’s?”
“Well, Macintosh’s out bucking apples. Applejack and Applebloom are visitin’ a unicorn family in town. They got two daughters, th’…th’ same age as Bright…” Granny had to stop for a second and take a deep breath before she could continue. “The four girls are all about the same ages.” she finishes.
“Would you…would you prefer I stay to tell them, or…”
“No. No, it’s me what should do it, and I think it'd be better comin' from me alone. I thank ya fer the offer, though.” Granny insisted.
“Alright then.” the sheriff agreed, though he didn’t look like he believed her completely. He definitely didn’t believe he could change her mind, though. “If you ever need anything, Granny—”
“I know, I know. I jes’ have to ask. I will, if I need it. I ain’t the fool I use t’be, blinded by pride and stubbornness.”
“Alright.” the sheriff agreed, still awkward. He finally put his hat on and opened the door. “Would you like me to call Macintosh in from the field for you?”
“Nah, he’ll be along soon enough.”
“How about your girls? The family they’re visiting is on my way back to the office.”
“Nah, they’ll be comin’ along home around sundown. That’s soon enough fer ‘em to hear about this.”
“Too soon.” the sheriff muttered as he closed the door behind him. Quietly, but just loud enough for Luna’s ears to pick up, and she nodded without thinking.
“Too soon, all around.” Granny said, her voice starting to crack, as she leaned back against the closed door, proving it hadn't been quiet enough to escape her ears, either. Luna could only nod again. And when she saw the tears leaking from the tightly clenched eyes, she let a few of her own slip free in sympathy.
Sometimes, the subjective time of dreams really, really sucked. What felt like a short lifetime later, Luna emerged from the dream, but some special sense that only she and her sister seemed to have told her night was nowhere near done. She thought watching Granny Smith learning about Bright Mac and Buttercup’s fate was bad, but it was nothing compared to watching her pass the news on to her grandfoals. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what was worse. Seeing Big Macintosh and Applejack realize the truth, or barely-weaned Applebloom being too young to understand, and realizing that heartbreak was still coming for her. Not to mention all the times the others would have to reopen their wounds, before she did understand her parents weren’t coming back.
Luna was no stranger to loss, of course. At her age, it was impossible not to have lost a few people she loved. Including her own parents. But she’d been fully-grown at the time and looking for a mentor in the ways of magic. Not yet an alicorn, but in no way still a foal, so it didn’t really compare. And she’d never given much thought to foals of her own. Of her body, as Cadance seemed intent on having, or more metaphorically, like her elder sister and her students. Not that anyone had ever wanted to be her student. Just one more secret seed of jealousy, though this one had remained secret even to herself, until Nightmare Moon had taken over.
With the memory of what she'd just witnessed fresh in her mind, she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything more than the most muted reactions of guilt or anger. Not that she’s particularly upset about not feeling the nigh-crippling levels of guilt and self-loathing such thoughts usually brought about. But at the moment, all she wanted was something simple and…pure…to try and cleanse the residual sadness. But where to find it?
The first thing that came to mind was Applebloom, the only one of the four to escape the shared dream before it turned…heartbreaking. That idea was discarded immediately. She may have escaped the memory, but it was probably only because she was too young to really remember it. Or her parents. Which only made the Princess of the Night feel worse. Any fool could recognize that that would not be an escape.
An astronomy lesson with Twilight Sparkle sounded good for a second, until she thought it through. She wasn't sure she could stand to have a student looking up to her like that at the moment. Too close to the family feeling to torture herself with. Not to mention, she wasn't not sure she could handle being around her sister right now. Not even Twilight Sparkle’s dream-version, with its differences from the real personality.
And if Twilight Sparkle was out of the question, then so was Rarity’s dream. And if she’d changed it back to what it had been originally, Luna wasn't sure she could handle dealing with her idiot “nephew.” Rainbow Dash was a little too much a braggart, which could be entertaining in its own way…at the right time. This was just not the right time, though. Fluttershy would be a perfect choice, honestly. Except Luna felt she’d taken enough of the pegasus’ time for one night. Plus, she didn’t want to push her luck and risk being caught out. That just left…
“Spike! Of course!” Luna exclaimed, blushing slightly at having forgotten about him again. True, she had tended to avoid dragons’ dreams in the past—they weren’t at all pleasant. But Spike had essentially been raised a pony, so it shouldn’t be too terrible. And at his age…
“Wait. Just what is his age, exactly?” Luna wondered aloud. “I know my sister and everypony else refers to him as a baby dragon, but he also serves as Twilight Sparkle’s assistant, and probably does as much work as a pony who counts twice his number of years. And he must be highly competent, for she does not strike me as the kind of pony to accept less than that, any emotional connections aside.”
Luna was not quite sure what the relationship between the pony and the dragon was, even after hearing from her sister how Spike had been hatched by Twilight Sparkle as a school entrance test. That was not much of a surprise, though, as even Celestia herself did not really know what the relationship was. She didn’t think her student was exactly sure, either. In all honesty, Luna would not be much surprised to learn that Spike himself didn’t have enough experience to know. Or even if he did, he might very well not have words to describe it. Everyone seemed to just kind of assume Spike had imprinted on Twilight Sparkle as his dam…his mother. Although it may or may not have been actual imprinting, in the way birds did, and more like the way ponies grew to love their caregivers.
It seemed that no one was saying anything because they didn’t want to come across as racist or ignorant. Although the ignorance was nearly unavoidable, considering how almost nothing was known about dragons. There was a chance that Fluttershy, with her broad knowledge of non-pony beings, might know, but it seemed unlikely that she wouldn't have passed it along by now, if so. Then again, she was shy enough that if she hadn’t been asked the right question, she might not have given the answer. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to ask the next time she met up with the mare. Maybe even tomorrow night.
But now that Luna had made up her mind to try visiting Spike’s dreams, she stopped floating aimlessly among the stars.
In a couple of seconds, she was opening her eyes to a sparkly cavern.
“Don’t worry, my love, I’m coming for you!” echoed down the cave. The voice was still barely recognizable as Spike, despite being deeper and more resonant than the few times she’s heard the baby dragon speak.
‘Perhaps his feelings for his guardian are clearer than we thought.’ Luna thought, just before being blinded by a gout of green fire, which was reflected off all the gems studding the cave walls. Once the darkness behind her eyelids returned to what it should be, she opened her eyes again, and started toward where the baby dragon had been, though she expected he’d moved towards ‘his love.’ She was proven correct mere seconds later.
“Don’t worry, my darling. I’ll be with you in five minutes.” This time, Luna’s sharp ears caught the sound of him taking a deep breath in preparation for his firebreath. She had just enough time to close her eyes before the roaring crackle of a large gout of fire once again lit up the cavern. As the sound died out, she thought she heard yelping, like dogs. But bigger than any dogs she’d ever encountered, outside of Cerberus and Orthros. Maybe even bigger than a pony, but that was probably just a trick of her ears. Then what she'd heard him say really hit her.
‘Darling, huh? It seems you’ve spent too much time with Rarity of late, Spike.’ she thought.
“Make that three minutes.” Spike suddenly amended. “It seems I greatly overestimated the courage of these diamond dogs. For all their numbers, they’re nothing but cowardly curs, after all.”
‘Diamond dogs?’ Luna wondered. ‘Weren’t they the ones that originally excavated the gem mines under Canterlot?’ She didn’t remember them as particularly cowardly—except, arguably, in their combat tactics...Such as they were. Then again, a lot could change in a millennium, and more importantly, this was a dream, after all.
Now more curious than before, Princess Luna rushed forward and soon caught up to Spike, as he finished off the last of a group of diamond dogs. They looked much the same as she remembered them. But she barely noticed them, because almost all her attention was on Spike. She’d met enough dragons before her banishment to know they came in all shapes and sizes. Four-legged and reptilian, like Torch—whom Luna had known before he claimed the title of Dragon Lord. Some were four-legged, but also straight-legged, like ponies. Then there were the ones that were more classically shaped. Quadrupedal, but lanky, like the one that had moved into a cave near Ponyville, soon after her rescue. There were serpentine ones, too, though there were critics on both sides claiming they weren’t really dragons, since they preferred to live in rivers. Rivers of water, rather than magma, that is. And there were bipedal varieties, too. Lanky ones, and those that were as top-heavy as any minotaur.
Spike had clearly based his dream-self on that last category, as his arms were thicker than his legs, and almost thicker than his waist. And the rest of his upper body was just as…ripped? Luna thought that was the word the minotaurs used. Honestly, it was over-the-top enough that when it was combined with the shiny plate armor and Spike’s cheesy grin, it made him look exactly like the overgrown little boy he was.
And that was exactly what Luna needed to get over the Apples’ dream. She took cover behind a stalagmite for the second time tonight, wanting to remain hidden from Spike. For the sakes of both their dignities, she didn’t want him to catch her with her huge grin. She covered her mouth to help muffle her snickering and giggling. Spike soon started down a tunnel, but not before grabbing a clawful of gems out of the nearest wall and shoving them in his mouth. This earned another undignified snort of mirth from the hidden princess.
Luna then followed Spike at a discreet distance, using her night-vision to the utmost. Hers was better than most ponies, but then, what kind of Princess of the Moon, and Dreams, and All Things Night would she be if it wasn’t? It allowed her to stay far enough from Spike to avoid his notice, but still close enough to see him moving forward confidently, practically strolling. Hesitating only briefly, once in a while, to pluck a single gem or two from the many clusters on the walls and ceiling of the cavern.
As Spike promised, within three minutes, he strolled into a large chamber, on the opposite side of which was an iron door, like the seldom-used dungeons in Canterlot Castle. After loudly proclaiming his arrival, he strode right up to it and grabbed it with both claws. After giving it an experimental shake, he told Twilight Sparkle to step back, so she didn’t get unnecessarily heated by his fire-breath. He called her his love again, which by now, Luna found most amusing. She had started to suspect he didn’t really mean it like it had first sounded, and he was simply talking like the knights of the books he’d clearly drawn this entire scenario from.
Leaning in close to one side of the door, Spike blew a small puff of flame—hardly bigger than a candle's flame—but it melted the hinge. Then he repeated it with the lower hinge, and finally with the lock. He then casually tossed the iron bars aside, and gave a quick, gratuitous flex of his forelegs. ‘Arms.’ Luna remembered belatedly. She was a little too used to quadrupeds, like ponies and griffons. These thoughts and her muffled laughter almost caused her to almost miss the voice coming from inside the cell.
“Oh, Brave Sir Spike.” the pony inside said dramatically.
‘Wait. That didn’t sound like Twilight Sparkle.’ she realized. Neither the voice nor the delivery. Casting a quick invisibility spell on herself, she moved until she was looking right over “Brave Sir Spike’s” shoulder. And when she spotted a certain, white-coated, purple-maned unicorn, she almost gave herself away with a gasp.
“Oh, Brave Sir Spike.” Rarity—who was wearing a rather ridiculous dress, though it did seem like something from a fairy-tale—repeated. This time, she got a few more words in, though. “I’m ever so glad you saved me. Can you believe those brutes were going to make me work? Do physical labor? I shudder to even think how awful it could have been if you hadn’t saved me from them. Oh. Oh, I think I feel faint!” Then, with hoof to forehead, she wobbled a little.
“Before you do that, my sweet Lady Rarity, I wish to apologize for letting those animals take you in the first place. With these.” Spike interrupted, reaching into the top of his armor. Rarity immediately straightened up, all four hooves flat on the floor, and eyes bright and sharp. Not greedy, though. ‘Excited, expectant, and a little curious, but…loving? Is that the word I want?’ Luna wondered, looking closely as Spike rummaged under his breastplate for a couple seconds. ‘Yes, I think it is. This is most interesting.’
Suddenly, Spike pulled his hand out of his armor, holding out the gems he’d collected along the way. But instead of a bunch of loose gems, they had reshaped themselves into a single, perfect, jewel rose.
“Oh, Brave Sir Spike!” Rarity said for the third time in as many minutes, this one with a clear and blatant swoon in her voice. “Oh, it’s just so beautiful, I can’t…so perfect…I must…” Her foreleg returned to her forehead, and this time she sprang up on her back legs, spinning around, and collapsing.
Onto a raspberry-colored fainting couch that just appeared from nowhere. Luna was caught by surprise, and judging from Spike’s full-body twitch, he was, too. Which was odd. ‘Where did that come from?’ she thought.
“Where did that come from?” Spike echoed, confirming Luna’s guess that this wasn’t part of his plan.
“Oh, you know me.” Rarity giggled coyly. “I can take pretty good care of myself.” But before Spike could react to this at all, his “sweet lady” gave him a playful wink. “Most of the time.” she added flirtatiously. “But it is ever so nice to know I have a big, strong knight to help me out when I really need it.” She then held out one hoof, looking expectant.
“Oh, ah…sure. Um…Here.” the “Brave Sir Spike” stuttered in an endearingly awkward way that had Luna making a muffled, suspiciously ‘awww’-like noise deep in her throat. She watched him bashfully hold out the multi-colored rose. To both their surprise, however, Rarity ignored the rose, grabbing Spike’s wrist and pulling him down to plant a kiss on him. A chaste kiss, over as quickly it started, but still right on the lips, for all that.
If Luna hadn’t had both hooves over her mouth already, she’d have let out a gasp worthy of Pinkie Pie. ‘Oh my.’ she thought. ‘If only I had known this earlier this evening, I would have spent more time with Rarity, and seen how it might have gone.’ She kept watching, not really aware of the grin on her face, which grew bigger as Spike’s face grew redder.
But before anything else could happen, a massive quake hit, and an indecipherable voice echoed through every bit of rock and air, the volume putting even Celsetia’s Royal Canterlot Voice to shame. It took only an instant for Luna to realize what was happening, and she removed herself from the dream.
Just in time to see the star representing Spike disappear from the dream realm she was floating in.
Around her, Luna sensed other stars going out as the earliest risers in Equestria were starting their day. So she withdrew her spirit back to her body, opening her eyes and gauging that there was less than a minute before the sunrise. She turned to face the inside of the castle, so she didn’t get blinded by her sister’s magic. It wouldn’t be the first time—it wouldn’t even be the hundredth—but it was never fun.
'Time to make my excuses.' she thought, heading inside.
Author's Note
Please comment and tell me if you think I did a good job of conveying the proper feelings for the appropriate moments. Did you smile and giggle with Luna? Did you at least tear up over the Apple family tragedy? Did I get the 'Aww' moments right? Also, do you think I did a good job of capturing Luna's personality? Remember this is season one, long before the episode Luna Eclipsed.
Speaking of personality, did I stretch how much effect being the Element Bearer of Loyalty has on Rainbow Dash? No. Luna did. That was a misinterpretation on her part, since she forgot to take into account Dash's ego.
Anyways...Vote, comment, and I hope I'll see you later.
As Luna started making her way to the small dining hall where Celestia would be waiting with breakfast, she suppressed a yawn. Time spent in the dream world didn’t really count as sleep, not even when it was spent in someone’s dreams. She subscribed to Star-Swirl the Bearded’s theory that it was because she was still consciously controlling herself, and so was technically “awake.” But as tiring as it was, it was usually worth it. Helping others with their nightmares was often rewarding, but few nights were as…spiritually refreshing…as last night had been. Even the next three yawns couldn’t quite get rid of the small, contented smile on his face. Nor could the embarrassment that ensued when she remembered her run-in with Cadance overnight, and the fact that she’d be at breakfast with her sister.
It was also a smile that Celestia couldn’t miss, even through the yawns that interrupted their exchange of ‘good mornings.’ “You look like you had a good night.”
“You could say that.” Luna answered slowly, walking towards her elder sister, intending to give her a quick nuzzle before making her excuses. She tried to control her blush, and simply hoped Cadance wouldn’t show up until after she’d left. Though it was a little odd that she wasn’t here already. Luna wasn’t going to question her luck, however.
“Is something wrong, Luna?”
“Nothing serious, Sister. I simply spent more time than I perhaps should have dreamwalking, and am uncommonly tired. I planned to simply grab some fruit and retire to my chambers.”
“Oh, that is a shame.” Celestia said, sounding like she really meant it. “Cadance already sent word that she wasn’t feeling quite up to breakfast with us this morning, so wouldn’t be down. And I had hoped to have some time to catch up with you, one-on-one.”
“Is that so?” Luna asked, trying not to sound too interested in this news. She considered it briefly. She knew Celestia sometimes seemed more cat than pony, with her fondness for playing and pranking. But then again, she shouldn’t have any reason to do so this morning, and a close look at her face convinced Luna that she wasn't telling any sort of half-truths about Cadance. Luna still knew her sister too well to let any sort of deceit slip past her, be it a blunt lie or just the set up of some prank, or the like. Plus, she really did need to talk to her sister about the Discord situation, and maybe one or two other things she might think of. Like a warning for Rarity about Blueblood, for instance.
“Very well, Sister. A meal may do me more good before my rest than after it. And I do have something I wish to speak to you about.” she answered, making her decision quickly. She quickly closed the last bit of distance between them to give her sister the intended nuzzle anyway, before turning to go to her seat. Which is why she missed Celestia’s widened eyes as her cloud-like tail wafted a little bit of a certain, unmistakable scent into her sister’s nose. Celestia recovered quickly, however, and mostly managed to mask her own small grin.
“So, Luna, what was it you wanted to speak about?” the elder sister asked as the younger settled herself at the other end of the table and picked up her fork in her magic.
“Discord.” Luna answered, cutting into her stack of smiley-face pancakes.
“Discord?” Celestia replied, shocked. So shocked, in fact, that she dropped her fork. Fortunately, she’d only just picked it up, and there was nothing on it yet. This had been nowhere on her list of possibilities at all. “Whatever brought him to mind?”
“You know I sometimes visit Twilight Sparkle and her friends while dreamwalking?” Luna started.
“I also know you visit me every night, to check on me.” Celestia said warmly. “I may not need it, strictly speaking, but it is so very nice to feel you there. Words cannot express how happy I am to have you back. If you ever want to stop in for a visit, please feel free. I understand you want to ensure I get enough proper rest, but one night without won’t do any harm.”
When Celestia finished, Luna nodded and continued, “Well, last night, an odd thought occurred to me during one of my visits. Rather apropos of nothing, as thoughts occasionally do.”
“Go on.”
“I was thinking about how magic seems to be tied to alicorn ascension—”
“So, if an earth pony were ever to ascend, it might be a party pony, because of their blatant and unique magic. And if an alicorn like that were to succumb to their inner darkness, Discord just might be the result?” Celestia theorized for her.
“Oh. You’ve already considered the possibility.” Luna realized.
“Not long after you fell, I’ll admit.” Celestia agreed. “After seeing an alicorn fall before my very eyes, the idea of it happening before did occur to me. I had my best historians scour every book and scroll in every library we could reach. If ever there was a party pony alicorn, or indeed, any alicorns at all before the two of us, the records are lost to time.”
“Or snow.” Luna added bitterly.
“Indeed. I wish I had known Sombra had tied the Crystal Empire’s existence in this world to his own.” Celestia agreed. “That is one sealing spell I almost wish would end soon.” And hopefully, they would be able to react quickly enough this time that he wouldn't have a chance to recast the spell that had bound his fate with his empire's. Assuming they were correct in their theory that it would have to be recast.
“Will they? The others, I mean. Will they break, or was I the only one meant to ever return?”
“Honestly, I do not know, Sister.” Celestia admitted. “Perhaps they will wear out with time, or perhaps, now that the elements have found their destined wielders, the seals will open eventually, allowing their prisoners to be reformed. If I may be frank, I fear Discord’s seal is already weakening.”
“Being frank, myself, I am not entirely convinced he was ever fully sealed. Can a being of pure chaos, such as he, ever be truly contained in something as orderly as a piece of stone?” Luna countered.
“That makes two of us. I have sometimes wondered, in my rare free moments, if maybe it was he that helped unleash Nightmare Moon. That is exactly the kind of thing he would have seen as funny.” Celestia worried.
“Now, Sister, we cannot start seeing Discord’s hand in everything that goes wrong. We would soon be driven completely mad, and that, he would count as more of a victory than anything else.” Luna said, in an attempt to be comforting and strong. There was a long moment of awkward silence, before Celestia responded.
“Why, Sister. What a terrible thing to say about our potential big brother.” Neither the joke nor the smile was quite right, but Luna immediately decided that it was close enough and smiled back, before eating a few more bites of her breakfast.
“Sister, if our guess as to his origins is correct. A very large if, I readily admit. But if it is, then Discord is no more our brother than Nightmare Moon was your sister.”
“Luna.” Celestia said warmly, magically caressing her sister’s face. “Even when you were Nightmare Moon, you were never, for one instant, not still my sister.”
“I realize that, Celestia.” Luna accepted, though still a little conflicted on just how much Nightmare Moon was a part of her, versus how much she was a separate identity.
“By the way, while we’re on the subject of Nightmare Moon, may I ask a delicate question?” Celestia inquired cautiously.
“By all means, Sister.”
“Since you were sealed and released at different times of the year, I was wondering if you’ve noticed any changes. To your…cycles?”
“My cycles?” Luna repeated, not quite getting it.
“Well, it’s just that when you came over here, there was an unmistakable scent stirred by your passing. Specifically, by your tail.”
“What!” Luna blurted, glad she’d set everything down when Celestia started asking “delicate questions.” She realized instantly what her elder sister was driving at. “No! My cycles are perfectly normal, thank you! At least…” she continued when she got past her instinctive reaction, and really thought about it. “They do not seem to be kicking in early. I remember well the feelings that precede my heat, and I do not feel any of them now.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Celestia said, trying to hide her evil smirk. After all, if it wasn’t something serious, then it was something that could be poked fun at. “Then I guess a ‘good night’ was a bit of an understatement?”
“W-w-what! Sister! It was not like that!”
“Hmm. Your lips say no, but your flank is smelling the truth pretty strongly.” Celestia teased, no longer able to hold back her smirk.
“It was not that strong!” Luna objected. "A-and what were you doing, smelling my flank?”
“Well, how can I help it, when you’re flagging your tail in my face?”
“I was not flagging!” Luna practically screamed, her face getting redder as her voice pitched higher. “You were being a pervert. Just like always. No wonder I’ve heard some ponies call you Molestia!” As soon as those words passed her lips, she brought her hooves to cover her mouth, her eyes going wide. She couldn’t believe she’d repeated something from the dream world like that.
Celestia, on the other hoof, just adopted a comically exaggerated leer. “Oh, is that nickname going around again?” she asked. “I guess I should start being a little more circumspect about getting some strange in the dream, then.”
“Getting some strange?! In the dream?!” Luna all but squealed, finally hitting the octave Celestia was aiming for. Winding her little sister up was really far too easy for her own good. And far too fun to give up. The way her eye twitched was just so cute to see. Celestia knew full-well she was a little twisted, but anyone who lived through Discord’s reign, or lived for over a thousand years, was bound to be not entirely sane by other ponies’ standards. Putting the two together, she was lucky not to be raving loon, in her opinion.
“Yes, Sister. You do know what that means, don’t you?” Celestia asked politely. ‘And there go the gritting teeth.’
“No! I. Do. Not. Know! And. I. Do. Not. Care!” her little sister ground out, her face nearly purple from the angry flush. She could take a wild guess, though. Not that she needed to go out too far on a limb, in this case.
Having decided that she’d pushed her sister near enough to a stroke or embolism for now, Celestia charged her horn and released a very powerful calming spell over the room. Celestia hadn’t even noticed that Luna had climbed halfway up on the table during the teasing. She noticed now, though, and she shot a quick spell at the plate, so it wouldn’t break when Luna’s limp body fell on it, because there wasn’t quite enough time to pull it away safely.
“Okay, okay. Joke’s over.” Celestia said calmly, the first part of their ancient treaty to deescalate the war of humor they’d started within days of meeting each other. She then raised her right hoof and started the second part. “Still sisters forever?”
“Still sisters forever.” Luna mumbled, almost incoherently, into the tablecloth. “But why? Why, after all these years, do you still do this to me?” she asked, managing to lift her head enough to look her big sister in the eyes.
“Better question.” Celestia countered. This was new, and not a part of the treaty, but she was willing to roll with it. “Why, after all these years, do you still let me?”
“I do not know.” Luna admitted weakly. “I…just…cannot…help it.” she managed, before letting her head flop back on the table with a groan.
“Well, there’s your answer.” Celestia responded honestly, but with a hint of smugness.
Honestly, this was half the reason she had missed her sister so much. She was about the only pony in Equestria who didn’t treat her like some god-empress, whom they dare not even risk offending, lest they be smote where they stood, locked away in some unpleasant place or other for a thousand years or more. The only one she could really be casual with. Not even her students over the years had ever quite been able to look past the teacher and princess titles, to see the actual pony underneath. She, in turn, was the only one Luna could be herself with, dropping the Royal We, and all the formal “Thee’s” and “Thou’s” of court speech that had been antiquated even before she was banished.
Another groan came from the other end of the table, then Luna’s left hoof wobbled up, and she started the third part of the treaty. “Hoofbump.”
“Hoofbump.” Celestia returned with true warmth and sisterly love. And just like that, the joke was over. Now it would be on to the next. After a rest/grace/planning period, usually lasting a few hours. Normally, they would actually hoofbump, but exceptions were permissible for situations like this.
Celestia finished her last two pancakes in a peaceful silence, while the calming spell on Luna wore off, and she got her energy back. Enough to sit up properly in her chair, at least.
“So…” Luna finally said, indicating she was back among the living. At least as much as she was going to be, when she was this tired.
“So.” Celestia said in response. “Come, Sister. Tell me about your night. If you really weren’t getting some strange, what got you so ready to?”
“Do you really do that? Liase with our subjects in their dreams?” Luna wanted to know first.
Celestia kept her eyes on her sister’s face as she answered, “That’s just one more thing that has changed with the age, Sister, dear. Nowadays, we are held even higher above our peers than we used to be. If I—or you, now—were to ever take a lover, we would be expected to remain faithful to them until they died. Totally so. And honestly, they would prefer our lover to be male.”
“Are you serious?” Luna demanded, disbelieving. And then horrified when Celestia confirmed that she was, in fact, totally serious. “Has filly-fooling been banned, then? Have our little ponies reverted to pre-tribal prejudices?” ‘Of course, that would help explain those dreams from last night. Especially Vinyl Scratch and Octavia.’ Just thinking of the look in those two fillies’ eyes could warm the cockles of someplace other than her heart. ‘Honestly, though I still do not know exactly what a ‘cockle’ is. I just say that because I think it sounds funny.’ True proof that Celestia was not the only sister with a sense of humor.
“Not in general, no.” Celestia explains. “Filly-foolers and colt-cuddlers are still openly accepted everywhere. But like I said, because we are “alicorn princesses,” we are supposed to be above such petty things and are held to a higher standard.”
“A double-standard, you mean.” Luna gripes. “You remember I always preferred mares, before.”
“As did I. As I still do, honestly. As do most ponies, in fact, if only because there are so many more mares than stallions. And yes, it is a double-standard.” Celestia admits. “On the slightly-less-unfair side, any consorts we took, mare or stallion, would be expected to be equally faithful to us.”
“I thought you said we couldn’t take a mare for a consort?”
“I said our subjects would prefer we not—And honestly, those feelings are mostly only held here in Canterlot, among the highest-ranking nobles. But if we really wanted to, they would support us. If only grudgingly, in some cases.”
“That is good to hear. For a minute, I was almost wishing I was back in the moon, if only to wait out this tedious, hypocritical age.”
“To be fair, many ponies all across Equestria do at least try to hold themselves to the same standards. At least where fidelity is concerned.” Celestia points out.
“Humph. I can see now why you would prefer to…”
“Get some strange in the dream.” Celestia finished, totally serious about the phrase this time. “It’s better for everyone that way. They have a wonderful dream, and I get satisfaction and stress relief. And I have no risk of getting with foal, should I bed a stallion.”
“Can we alicorns even bear foals? It has never happened to either of us, even with all the years we’ve lived.”
“Honestly, I don’t know. Though I suspect Cadance and Shining Armor will be finding out in the next few years. And part of it for us is that we avoided stallions during our heats. Always stuck with mares.”
“Accidents happen, even out of season.” Luna pointed out. “That’s why ponies are born all through the year.”
“For regular ponies, yes, but it’s rarer for unicorns, because magic has been developed to help with that. And we can use the same magics, but stronger.” Celestia countered. “Plus, our bodies are genuinely different. Maybe something about that inhibits such accidents.”
“That is true.” Luna conceded. “Now what were we talking about before all this about…foals?” As immortals—or at the very least, the next best thing—the sisters could very easily go off on wild tangents that ended up somewhere completely different from where they started. They once started talking about Luna’s weaving, and they wound up discussing what fruit made the best preserves. (No offense to Applejack, but they mutually settled on strawberries. Of course, this had been before Luna's banishment, long before the Apple family rose to its current prominence.)
“The fourth and best reason to do things my way when it comes to sex.” Celestia said immediately. “Since nopony knows who I’m…”
“Getting strange with?” offered Luna, with mock sweetness.
“You know me so well.” Celestia teased back with a wink. “The best reason is, since nopony knows who I’m with, nopony gets jealous.”
“Sold.” Luna accepted immediately, pointing a hoof at her elder sister. She’d had real trouble with that back in the early days. Especially when she’d tried to start a stable before becoming apprenticed to Star-Swirl.
Celestia took this opportunity to look down at the edge of the pancake peeking up over the edge of the table. The one that had been stuck to Luna’s belly this whole time. She passed the giggle off as a reaction to Luna’s sudden capitulation. Or her history. “As to what we were discussing before getting some strange, I asked you to tell me about your dreamwalking last night.”
A gong rang, sounding the time. That meant half an hour until the morning court.
“I do not think we have time for the whole story, and I am getting more tired, too.”
“Alright, just the highlights, then.”
“Well, for starters, dreamwalking is not like flying.”
“…Huh?” Celestia came up with a second later.
“You’re cute when you’re baffled.” Luna commented.
“Hey, I’m cute anytime.” the older sister objected playfully.
“No, you are gorgeous all the time. But baffled adds cute.” Luna clarified.
“Alright but what do dreamwalking and flying have to do with each other?”
“Flying, you never forget. You can go a thousand years without flying, and so long as your wings are still in working condition, you can just open them up and get right back to it like it’s only been a thousand seconds. 'Tis the truth. I speak from personal experience.” Luna asserted when she noticed Celestia’s skeptical look. “But dreamwalking, on the other hoof, is not like that at all. It is all cerebral, while flying is muscle memory. And I forgot that lust shines while fear glows.”
“Oh dear, Sister.” Celestia snickered. “Who’d you barge in on first?”
“…Cadance.” she admitted, feeling her blush rise again. Not helped by the slightly-more-than-just polite chuckle. “With Shining Armor.”
“Really? I guess it really must be love.” Celestia chuckles approvingly. “I already know you didn’t join in, so what was next?”
“After I got over the shock, and got away from there,” Luna said, with a hint of a scowl, “I touched base with you, to make sure you were okay.”
“And like I said earlier, I truly appreciate that you take the time to do that. I know, it’s only a few seconds.” Celestia preempted Luna’s reaction. “But still. Thank you.” What’s left unsaid was that time in the dream realm could be even more wibbly-wobbly than in the real world, and seconds could sometimes be hours, or vice-versa.
“From there, I visited Twilight Sparkle. Even though she no longer lives here, she is still very much your student.” Luna said, wanting to reassure her sister of her place in Twilight’s heart. “Although she was dreaming of me teaching her astronomy.” She sounded a little surprised at that, still, but there was a hint of pride in her voice, too.
“Well, it is too late for that, unfortunately.” Celestia admitted. “Although…”
“Although?”
“We could still share her teaching in other subjects.” Celestia teased, choosing her words very carefully.
“Like what?” Luna asked cautiously, not missing the importance of her sister’s word choice.
“Did you know she hasn’t had her first heat yet?”
“She hasn’t?” Luna asked, very surprised. “At her age? Doesn’t that mean that she’s sterile?”
“Possibly.” Celestia conceded. “She could just be a late bloomer.” Catching Luna’s skeptical look, she continued, “It wouldn’t be the first time. She was actually slow to learn to control her magic.”
“Twilight Sparkle?” Luna objected, disbelieving.
“She had so much magic, she had trouble controlling it properly, and not overpowering every spell she cast. At her test to join my school for gifted unicorns, she hatched Spike’s egg.”
“I remember you telling me that.”
“That took quite a lot on its own. And then her magic went out of control when it happened. She also turned her parents into potted plants. Both of them, with the same spell. And she did several other things I had to undo afterwards.” Celestia told Luna, for the first time. “Besides which, you know that great magical talent can sometimes interfere with some aspects of physical development. We, for instance, didn’t experience heat at all until we ascended.”
“Yes, that was fun.” Luna grumbles sarcastically, remembering her first heat.
“And there is one other possibility. One I greatly hope is not the case. But when she was younger, Twilight Sparkle was focused on her studies to the exclusion of all else, and she learned a great many spells on her own.”
“You don’t mean you think she has been magically suppressing her heat?” Luna demanded. “That is incredibly dangerous.”
“I know, Sister. There is a spell for it in the library here, which I keep for emergency medical purposes. But that is clearly listed at the top of the scroll, along with the exact circumstances under which it is to be used, and the dangers related to it. Described in graphic detail, to deter frivolous use.” Celestia explained. “Twilight is normally so careful with such things, that I find it hard to believe she would use it, though. It is just one of those niggling worries that I have trouble banishing for good.” After a quick shake of her head, Celestia continued, “But that wasn’t where I was planning for this conversation to go.”
“Yes, you were not particularly subtle about your suggestion that we share a bed with her.”
“That wasn’t what I meant, actually. You know I believe she is fated to ascend like us. I thought we could teach her about her new body, when that day comes. Perhaps you could teach her about grooming her wings.”
“I had thought you would want that for yourself, Sister, and I would not begrudge you that.” Luna admitted easily, heating again as she remembered when Celestia had given her “grooming lessons.” “Or are you allowing me this because you had Cadance to yourself, in my absence?”
“Cadance was born a pegasus. I never got to give her grooming lessons.” Celestia explained, before smirking slightly. “I did, however, spend a few nights teaching Shining Armor everything he now knows on the subject.”
“Of course you did.”
“Not like that.” Celestia replied. “I had heard from both of them separately about how they cared for each other, and had known for quite some time, even before that. So I gave him the lessons to help them get together. I was hardly going to take advantage of him under those conditions. I don’t mind waiting a few years for the flames of their new love to settle down a bit.” Luna nodded, agreeing that if their long lives had taught them anything, it was patience.
“And while I would enjoy being the one to introduce Twilight to such pleasures, I would certainly not begrudge you.”
“We could always take one wing each.” Luna suggested, half-jokingly.
“I don’t think that would be wise, at least not the first time. Between the two of us, we would almost certainly break the poor young mare.” Celestia smirked. “But enough about the future for the moment. Did you stay long enough to give your would-be student her requested lesson?”
“No, I am ashamed to say I did not.”
“Whyever not?”
“Shining Armor showed up, along with Cadance.” Luna said, slightly embarrassed over her reaction.
“And after what you had seen earlier, it was awkward.”
“More than you probably realize. Have you ever seen the way Cadance and Twilight Sparkle greet each other?”
“Yes, but what…Oh, yes.” Celestia is a second slow on the uptake, before realizing exactly how that might have looked to somepony who’d just witnessed the newest princess’ lust.
“So I fled, and it was only after I entered the dream realm that I realized it was not what I had thought.” Luna admitted, pretending she didn’t hear the quiet chuckle from the other end of the table. “Then I spent some time watching Rarity at the Grand Galloping Gala with Blueblood.”
“I could think of worse matches.” Celestia mused. “I’ll have to remember to tell him to tone his behavior down if she tries to make that dream real.”
Luna kept her own counsel on that topic, but she did decide to try and give the white unicorn a warning some night. Of course, the trouble with that plan was that not all dreams were remembered upon awakening. Not even the ones visited by dreamwalkers. Not even when said dreamwalker was the Princess of the Night, herself.
“After Rarity, I spent some time enjoying a relaxing tea party with Fluttershy and some of her animals. I was surprised by just how much she knows about textiles. Mostly sewing, but she knows a fair bit about weaving, too.” Luna purposely skipped over her visit to Dash’s dream, so that not mentioning Pinkie’s wouldn't stand out so much.
“I’m glad to hear you still have an interest in your old hobbies, and that you’ve found someone to share them with.”
“Yes, as am I. Of course, I had to disguise myself in my old unicorn body, so as not to frighten the mare, but it is no sacrifice. And quite interesting, in fact, to spend some time in my original shape. You might wish to consider trying it yourself sometime, Sister. If you haven’t already. She seemed not to realize the truth of my identity, so I may repeat the experience.”
This time, it was Celestia who kept her counsel. She knew better than to underestimate the meek mare, and strongly suspected she’d figured out the true identity of her guest at some point or other during the dream. She then listened in mild surprise as Luna told her about the four-way shared dream of the Apple family. She did wish she could have been there to witness some of the decades worth of family reunions. Especially when hearing about little Applejack.
As soon as she’d seen Twilight Sparkle’s cutie mark, Celestia had realized she was likely destined to wield the Element of Magic, and she’d started looking for ponies who would wield the other elements. While she’d not ignored the possibilities of them going to older ponies, she had focused her attention on those close to her new student’s age. That particular incident sounded like it was from before she started looking, though.
Then Celestia commiserated with her sister as she sat through the story of the nightmare memory that followed. She’d known some of the details before this, but now she was hearing the whole story, and straight from those involved.
“After all that, Sister, how did you come to breakfast with a smile on your face and the scent of heat on your flanks?”
“Oh, there were two other dreams I visited between the reunion and the memory. That’s how I got so heated. But as for the smile…well, even as old and powerful as we are, we’re still fillies at heart, right?”
“Of course, but what does that have to do with anything?”
“What does any filly enjoy more than a fairy-tail with a happy ending?”
“And what does that mean?” Celestia asked. So, Luna told her about Spike fancying himself as a minotaur-like knight, rescuing Rarity from diamond dogs. “I do need to keep an eye on those creatures, to make sure they don’t cause undue trouble.”
“I thought we were at peace with them. Or has that changed, too?”
“Not officially, but our peace with them has always been an uneasy one, ever since we refused to assist them with their defense against dragon aggressions. They are the reason the mines beneath us were abandoned for a time. After your banishment, I threw myself into the work of governance, to help dull the pain. After I kicked them out of the mines, there was a new golden age. Unfortunately, by the time I was ready to focus on more than just the next immediate need, the populous had moved past the ‘thankful-to-be-alive’ and the ‘we’re-rich’ stages, and they had moved into the ‘can’t-make-a-decision-for-themselves’ stage. And the rise of the bureaucratic age meant other, equally important things had to be put off until time could be wheedled out to deal with them.” Celestia complained, showing a degree of bitterness that would surprise just about anypony who heard it. Except her sister, who’d seen this side before.
“Like Discord’s chimerae?” Luna asked, remembering Sweetie Drops’ dream, and the questions she had about that. And now that Luna was reminded of the details, she remembered that the gem mines hadn’t been played out after all. The diamond dogs had simply moved in, driving the miners out.
“Yes, those. Unfortunately, he had managed to create more than we realized, scattered further than we imagined. And they’d started breeding before his defeat.” Celestia said. “By the time I realized the full extent of the problem, it was too late to solve conclusively, and we had to resort to dealing with them as they crop up. So the royal guards and other groups have been mobilized as needed to defend this land.”
“One of those ‘other groups’ wouldn’t happen to have included an ivory-coated earth pony, with a multi-colored mane, named Sweetie Drops, by chance?” Luna asked.
Celestia paused for a moment, before slightly arching one brow and she slowly, deliberately answered, “No. I can’t say that I’ve ever hired anypony matching that description.”
Luna took that to mean Sweetie Drops was retired, or otherwise no longer an active member of whatever group her sister had involved her in. If she’d still been active, Celestia’s answer would have been more ambiguous. Which meant Bon Bon was a new identity for her retirement. Either way, Luna resolved to keep a closer eye on the mare’s dreams, to keep watch for any negative effects from her time in service.
“Well, I met a pony with wrapped candies for a cutie mark last night, who dreamt of fighting a bugbear, and rescuing her marefriend.” Luna explained. “Or at least, she would like to have Lyra as a marefriend. It’s sometimes hard to tell, you know. And she seems to have a weird thing for public benches.” she couldn’t help adding.
“They are together. And Lyra is the one with the thing for benches.” Celestia explained. “At least, according to the letters from my student.”
Just then, the gong rang again. Ten minutes until court. And then Luna yawned again, wide enough for her jaw to crack. “We should head for the throne room. I can tell you the rest on the way.” she said, as she left her seat.
“Luna, stop.” Celestia said, before Luna could open the door.
“What is it, Sister?”
“You need to clean up before you leave the room.” A small smile was starting to form on her lips.
“What?”
“Food is supposed to go in your belly, not on it.” Celestia snickered, trotting up to her sister.
“What?” Luna asked again, this time looking down at herself. Looking back between her hooves, she could see the pancake sticking to her belly. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. “How long has that been there?”
“Since you collapsed on the table, just before I declared the joke to be over.” Celestia said, thus essentially grandfathering it in as part of the last skirmish in their joke-war. It excused her for not saying something sooner. Technically.
“And how long were you going to wait before telling me?” Luna wanted to know, face-hooving gently.
“Until you noticed it yourself. Or went to leave the room.”
Luna sighed again, before getting an idea. She laid down and rolled onto her back before looking up at her sister with sultry eyes. “Clean me up, please?” she teased.
“Gladly, if only we had the time.” Celestia rolled her eyes, before teleporting all the foodstuffs out of her sister’s fur, to just above a nearby garbage can. They were hardly strangers to sisterly intimacy. Being as long-lived as they were, they had long since come to accept that they could be there for each other in ways that no other pony could be. Except maybe Cadance, now. And possibly Twilight Sparkle, if things went to plan there.
“By the way, it wasn’t Lyra and…Bon Bon that were responsible for the scent on my flanks.” Luna said, getting to her hooves. “That was thanks to a shared dream by Vinyl Scratch and Octavia. If you think you get strange in the dream, you should see what those two get up to.”
It took Celestia a second or two to realize who Luna was talking about. Until she remembered that Vinyl Scratch mostly went by her stage name of DJ-PON3. Which meant that Octavia was almost certainly Octavia Melody, the cellist in the string quartet that was frequently booked for royal events. Then it hit her what else Luna had said.
“Really? Do tell.” she said as the two alicorns made their way through the halls.
“I don’t think I will, now.” Luna teases quietly.
“Come on, I want to know how you got in that state.” Celestia whispers in her sister’s ear.
“Now you can spend all day in that same state, just imagining what those two did to get me into it.”
“Well played, Luna. Well played.” Celestia gave in. They were, technically, still in the grace period, but she accepted it as a suitable punishment for her technicality with the pancake. She gave her little sister a nuzzle and a “sweet dreams” before they went their separate ways.
Luna was glad to see the door to her chambers, because she was more tired than she’d been since her return. She was more than a little surprised to find Cadance waiting for her, though.
“Good morning, Auntie.” she said, without looking at her.
“Good morning, Mi Amore Cadenza.” Luna said uncomfortably, closing the door. That discomfort causing her to be more formal than she really meant to. More than she should be.
“Come now, Auntie Luna. After last night, surely you can be more informal than that.” Cadance scolded mildly.
“Last night?” Luna questioned, whinnying softly. Her mind, which had been winding down in preparation for sleep, was back at full instantly. The pink face and purple eyes turned to meet Luna’s dark blue ones.
“Luna, I’ve been an alicorn for years, now. Celestia started teaching me to dreamwalk as soon as I ascended. I knew the instant you entered my dream.”
“We are sorry, Cadance. It was an accident.”
“An accident?”
“We are out of practice with dreamwalking, and We…I forgot the difference between fear and lust. So when W…I saw your dream shining brightly, I charged in without thinking.” Luna said slowly, trying to drop the Royal We, and be more informal. However awkward the conversation, this was her niece she was talking to. True, there was no more blood relation there than there was between herself and Celestia, but that mattered just as little.
“Hmm.” Cadance nodded. “Well, I must admit, I’m not nearly as practiced as I could be, and I still have trouble telling the two apart, myself.”
“It took Celestia a few years to learn, herself.” Luna confided.
“What about you?”
“A few months. But I practiced a lot more, and I think being Princess of the Night gave me a natural advantage.” Luna qualified.
“Well, I don’t practice much.” Cadance admitted. “Honestly, when you first showed up, I wondered if you were planning to join in.” she said suddenly, making Luna splutter, nickering for second or two.
“Join in?” she finally managed to get out.
“Yes. Celestia told me about how she uses dreamwalking to satisfy certain needs without all the political complications.”
“Yes, she told me about that at breakfast.”
“At breakfast? This morning?” Cadance asked, surprised and confused.
“Yes?” Luna replied, equally confused.
“I’m sorry. I thought it was something you did, too.”
“No. Before…” Luna may be okay talking to her sister about her banishment, but she was the only one. “Before, the two of us could be open about such things. Take a lover as we pleased, without worrying about the…political complications.”
“Oh, I see. Oh well. If you ever do decide you want to join in, you may.”
“What?” Luna exclaimed.
“I know Celestia wishes to. I’ve seen her dream about it.”
“You have?” Luna asked. “She let you?”
“Not exactly.”
“If you saw her dream, she certainly knew you were looking.”
“I’m not sure. I’m still new enough that I still see the dream realm as a corridor. But when the dream is about love, the door is clear, like glass. Or particularly fine crystal. I didn’t enter, but I saw the four of us all together once.” Cadance explained, matter-of-factly.
“All four of us?”
“Yes, you and Shining Armor were there, too.” Cadance confirms. “But Celestia had already told me how you two often turned to each other for comfort, when a beloved mortal passed, or during your heats. I’d accepted that before, and I’d realized that she somewhat expected the same to happen between her and I eventually, especially if you hadn’t been saved.”
“Really?” asked Luna, stunned.
“Also, if you’re uncomfortable with my being there, for whatever reason, feel free to join Shining Armor in his dreams. Fair warning, though…you should be careful when you enter his dreams, and try not to take it personally.”
“Take it personally?” Luna couldn’t quite accept everything she was hearing, so she latched onto the last bit.
“Shining Armor…he still respects you as a princess, but…He didn’t take it too well when he heard about his guards failing so…completely…against Nightmare Moon, when she showed up.” Cadance explained, trying to be delicate about it. “Or when he heard his little sister had to do their job of stopping her. He’s a little bit overprotective, I hope you understand.”
“I can understand sibling overprotectiveness.” Luna agreed.
“Yes, after hearing all the details, he felt like a failure twice-over.” Cadance kept explaining, before coming to the point. “So, he sometimes has dreams about fighting Nightmare Moon off, himself. Again, it doesn’t reflect his feelings for you. For Princess Luna.”
“I can understand that.” Luna conceded. “But I am having some trouble accepting that you are so willing to share him in the dream.”
“He is a very desirable stallion. I have seen other mares looking at us enviously. And as the Princess of Love, I know perfectly well whether they were looking at me or him.” Cadance explained. “I don’t begrudge them looking. Nor do I begrudge Shining Armor the freedom of his dreams. Celestia knows this already. I’m sure she’s had her fun with him, while she was teaching him how to groom my wings so skillfully.”
“She told me she had not.” Luna reassured her.
“Yes, she told me the same, but I’m not sure it wasn’t just to spare my feelings.”
“It was not.” Luna said firmly. “I’ve known my sister for centuries. I know when she’s telling a lie. Though I may not always know why she is telling it, I do at least know when.”
“Oh. I’m glad to hear that.” Cadance murmured, getting up. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve kept you from your rest long enough. I’ll see you this evening?”
“Yes, I’ll see you then.” Luna agreed, giving the leaner alicorn a quick nuzzle as they passed.
“Oh, Aunt Luna, one more, quick thing?” Cadance said, waiting before the door.
“Yes?”
“I just want to clear up things in advance. Like I said, I don’t begrudge the looking, but if you do more than that with Shining Armor in the waking world, aunt or no, princess or no, I will find a suitor even worse than Blueblood, and make him fall head over hooves for you.” Cadance declared, dead serious, even wearing a slight glare. One that suddenly changed into a loving smile. “Sweet dreams.” she added, before leaving the room.
Luna stared at the door for a second, stunned by the lightning-swift mood swing, but then she turned back towards her bedchamber. Until she noticed a piece of paper on a table. She hadn’t left it there, so she picked it up to look at it. It was a letter from Twilight Sparkle. What was it doing here? Flipping it over, she found a note from Celestia.
It was a hastily scribbled note to Cadance, telling her that Luna had told her why she wasn’t feeling up to joining them for breakfast. It said that Celestia figured that she was waiting in Luna’s room, waiting to speak to her privately, and saying she’d be there any minute. It also suggested that Cadance be blunt about whatever she had to say, because Luna might just be too tired to understand what she meant, if she tried to be too roundabout.
‘Ooh, I cannot believe she said that.’ Luna thought, heading for her bed once again. ‘I will get her for that.’ She paused suddenly, an evil grin growing on her face. ‘And I know just how. I will visit her in the dream tonight, and tickle her until she cries. Then, while she is distracted, I will take her out of her dream and throw her into Pinkie Pie's. That will get her. Or maybe, instead of tickling her, I will get her good and wound up, instead.’
So, with dreams of revenge dancing behind her wicked smile, Luna curled up on her bed and drifted off to sleep.
