The bar, when we reached it, was everything I'd hoped for. Guys and girls sitting around talking and enjoying cider. There was a pool table, as well as someone I vaguely recognized from Ponyville setting up something on the stage at one end.

What was amazing, though, was that no one so much as blinked at a stallion walking into the bar. Not even a single your highness or prince Luna was to be heard. Luna marched us both up to the bar and we both sat down on stools.

The barmaid was everything I could hope for in a woman with the title. She wasn't Cadance, she wasn't Celestia, but her perk B cups were lifted by what looked like a very tight corset so that they were easily mistaken for Cs. "The usual, Luna?" she asked.

"Two, thank you Jugs. Paul here deserves a drink considering what he's getting himself into." Luna nodded his head toward me. "First day in the castle and I think he's either been banged by or is hunted by every royal 'cept me."

My brain was trying to track what Luna was saying, but Jugs' jugs were doing a great job of keeping my focus on her. "One. Just one banged me, though I think that might be a general welcome to Canterlot with the way everyone talked about it."

"Jugs did a stint working in the castle as a maid, she knows how my sister is," Luna said.

Jugs (I absolutely can't believe it's her name) gave a titter that made her chest bounce a little. "Princess Celestia catches every guy who stays there. Don't worry, cutie, you're not alone in that playbook. Here you go."

She set down two large mugs of what looked like the most wonderful beer I'd seen in months (not hard given it was the only beer I'd seen in months).

"Is that beer?" I asked.

"Sure is, cutie." Jugs' calling me cutie was wearing thin, but if she served actual beer I could forgive her just about anything.

"It's not cheap, nor is it brewed locally. Tribe of strange people in the southern reaches of Equestria brew it. Fiery temper on them, but this is just like how we used to have it back—A long time ago. Just don't ask how they make it." Luna used levitation to lift his own mug and take a swig of his beer.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth (or a gift beer), I lifted my own mug and cautiously sipped at the ale. It tasted amazing. I tipped the mug and got a good amount down my throat before setting it back on the bar. "Jugs, I love you."

Luna barked a laugh. "Everyone loves Jugs, Paul. She is the dispenser of fluids, the lubricator of throats, the—"

"Owner of the hottest pair of tits in the room." Penis was clearly staging a coup and had taken over my voice. Not that I didn't completely agree with him, but there were things you didn't say out loud.

Jugs blinked wide eyes at my statement, then she giggled. "Oh! You cutie. Thank you!" The barmaid then actually bounced her way off to serve someone else. Penis was very aware of her bounce.

"You know," Luna said. "I don't think I've seen anyone quite that forward about letting Jugs into their pants as you, Paul."

The turnabout on the old paradigm was still hard for me to get my head around. Guys were so damn passive about sex in Equestria. I shrugged to Luna. "She's cute, easy on the eyes, and she serves great drinks. Sex is kinda fun."

Luna just stared at me while he took another swig. "I've never met another guy who is this relaxed about sex. It's different, but I think I can respect that you just want to have fun."

"Hey! There's my favorite stud. How you doing, Luna?"

I turned my head to see Vinyl Scratch. In Ponyville, the girl wouldn't say a word to anyone. Far from her usual binding clothes she wore around Ponyville, she was wearing a black tank top that showed off her breasts—a pair of tasty looking C cups—to good effect.

"Hey yourself, Vinny. Got a gig here tonight?" Luna asked.

Vinyl nodded. "Heck yeah. Got 'Tavi coming in for it and everything. Jugs said the place'll be packed. Oh"—Vinyl turned to look at me—"hey Paul. Didn't know you'd left Ponyville. Are you here for my show?"

"He is, aren't you, Paul?" Luna winked at me.

Trapped by a prince now, I slowly nodded my head. "Y-Yeah! Wouldn't miss it!"

"And here I thought you were a bit of a square, Paul. Don't forget, usual rules for my shows—gotta turn up as a pony. No hands allowed." Vinyl held out a fist to Luna and got a tap from him. "Just here to let Jugs know I gotta meet 'Tavi at the station. Hey! Jugs! Going to get my bitch!"

"Yeah!" Jugs' ever-happy laugh followed up her exclamation.

I watched Vinyl walk out of the bar feeling like I'd been cheated of meeting an awesome woman. Vinyl Scratch seemed larger than life and at least ten times more real than any two other people I'd met so far that weren't royal. I know that wasn't exactly fair to everyone I'd met, but she just had a presence that was impossible to deny.

"Careful of her. Vinny is high on life and would eat you up, Paul, and spit you out again. She's got a girlfriend, and they're both as bad as each other. All ego and the drive to do whatever they want." Luna downed the last of his beer. "The party will be good. I'll make an excuse to 'Tia for you, if you need it."

"Everyone goes as a pony?"

"Picked up on that, huh? Yeah, Vinny likes her parties wild. Don't be surprised if you end up with a stallion or two as a result." Luna pushed her mug forward and looked down the bar hopefully at Jugs.

I thought about the warning. Vagina liked the idea—penis too—of trying a threesome just for the fun of it. "S-Sounds like fun. Are you going?"

"Paul, I wouldn't miss one of Vinny's gigs if I had to take another year on the moon," Luna said. "Another one, Jugs."

I only had a third of my mug left, and quickly downed it to match Luna. "S-Same." Why was I feeling strange? Penis and vagina had no idea, and brain was oddly quiet. Duh, liver said, you're drinking beer.

And so I was. When Jugs passed us back two fresh mugs, I took another long pull of mine and let out a satisfied sigh of utter contentment. Time seemed to blur, and our second beer turned into our third. Jugs spent a lot of time at our end of the bar talking—mostly to me—and I just soaked it up. I regaled her with stories of my time on Earth and in Ponyville, and she seemed to always know what to say to spark the next story. She was amazing.

Luna stopped at the end of her third beer, but Jugs was perfectly happy bringing me a fourth. I could remember lifting that fourth beer to my lips, then there was an odd sense of darkness. I realized I wasn't in the bar anymore, but I was surrounded by barrels and bottles. Right! The back room! Jugs had said something about coming back here with me and—I turned around and saw a hell of a stallion. He had a broad chest, legs like tree trunks, and a smile that said he knew exactly what he was about.

"J-Jugs?" I asked.

"Never had a little filly get so flirty before. You want this?" Jugs reared up and put a hoof on the wall for balance.

I was vaguely aware that I was a pony as well (four legs while drunk? Absolute win!). I stared at what Jugs was showing off—he was huge everywhere. I bit my bottom lip as vagina told me in no uncertain terms she wanted all of it inside her.

A shiver ran up my spine, when it reached my head, I found myself nodding. So that's how vagina uses mind-control?

"Show me. Prove you're worthy of takin' all o' me." Jugs flexed his hips, and I nearly groaned out loud when his shaft set to bobbing.

I wasted no time at all turning back around and showing him where I wanted it—where vagina wanted it. I looked back over my shoulder to see Jugs advancing on me. "I-I-I want a-all of it."

"Uh-uh! Turn back around little lady. Drunk fillies don't get to ride Jugs, but they can suck all they want." Despite his words, Jugs walked up to me and shoved his nose under my tail.

I squealed in surprise when his tongue worked into me. The second stroke of it pulled a quieter moan, but still made my legs tremble. A few licks later and vagina was begging me to get him on my back, but with his attentions focused under my tail, I couldn't think straight enough to figure out how to persuade him (it didn't help I was drunk as fuck too).

He was relentless and what he didn't know about eating a mare out probably wasn't worth knowing. The world was swimming around in my vision, and felt the fire in my body building up to an inferno, then Jugs shoved his tongue deep into me and I started to tremble with the intensity of my orgasm.

Jugs kept going. He followed me as my legs folded and kept up his assault until I was a sack of limp pleasure on the floor. I couldn't believe his devotion—he didn't stop until I finally got enough breath to beg him. "P-P-Please—I can't take anymore."

His tongue stopped and I felt his snout pull away from me. I was finally free to let out a relieved sigh. When I opened my eyes, however, I saw Jugs standing over me. He was rock hard and still huge. Vagina was only able to send me a I'm still alive signal, but penis told me that after what he'd just done, I'd be a douche not to reciprocate.

Cock wasn't typically on the menu for me (at least orally), so I would be a little rusty. Bracing my forelegs against the floor, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. It was easy enough to follow my nose to his musky shaft, and with a cautious lick I found his flared tip.

It might be something different, but I had a bro to repay for doing me a solid. I pushed forward and down, thinking of how good he'd felt when he at me out. To my shock, Jugs bucked his hips and delivered me a mouth-filling serve of stallion cock.

My eyes flew open, and I was staring at the underside of Jugs' belly. I couldn't even see what I was doing! I pulled my mouth back a little, inadvertently licking the underside of his shaft. Another thrust of those huge hips and I had his tip nudging the back of my throat.

I almost gagged, but I managed to pull back enough to get a breath, and for him to thrust again. Now he was in my throat. I had a large ring (that vagina informed me was why I would normally be seeing stars) shoved past my lips, and I could smell a muskier scent still. It took more of a jerk to get my face back this time, but I got a quick breath before he pushed forward once more.

The musky base of his shaft pressed to my lips and nose, and I felt him shove into my throat firmly. Something different was happening this time, though, and rather than let me pull back, his whole shaft swelled a little bigger.

I got the oddest sense of my belly swelling up—but it wasn't with beer this time. He was cumming! He was cumming right down my throat and it felt—Well it wasn't terrible. My ears turned back to hear the sounds of a stallion straining himself in sexual gratification.

Air was starting to become something I'd like again, but before I could do anything about the need, Jugs pulled back and out of me. "Damn. You didn't gag at all? You get yourself sorted out and come back out when you're ready, little filly."

He left me laying on the floor in the back room of the bar, feeling tingly all over. For just a moment I felt like I deserved at least a cuddle, but then I remembered he was meant to be running the bar.

I struggled with my forelegs, but my back legs were a complete write-off. Okay, time to just lay down for a little bit longer. I folded down my forelegs and couldn't stop myself giggling. Despite me being drunk as fuck, I'd managed to get with a cute girl—err, stallion—and he'd actually been pretty fun. Might even be again before the night's out.

I'd closed my eyes for a second, that's all. Just a heartbeat where I could rest while I managed to get my thoughts and body back onto the same page.

"I thought you said he was in here?"

"He came in here with the barmaid."

A masculine and feminine voice broke me out of my just-a-blink. I lifted my head and looked around the back room. "Who's there?" It hadn't been too long since Jugs had left me, I was still a pony.

"Mff… Cady…" The voice that'd been masculine a moment ago was now feminine. "W-What are you—?"

Narrowing my eyes, I saw one of the shelves start to jiggle rhythmically. Okay, Paul, the back room of a bar known for pony-only parties might not be the best place to sleep if you want to remain alone. Not wanting to ruin the fun of the couple, I slipped from the back room and was startled as a wall of sound hit me.

The beat thumped in my chest, but I had to test something before I walked out into the bar again. Stepping backwards, I closed the door. Silence. Well of course, Paul, why wouldn't they use magic to stop the neighbors from complaining? This is Equestria! Even the counter-culture is polite.

Back out in the bar the music made my hooves twitched and wobble with every step (okay, the wobble might be the beer). Bright lights pulsed and flickered in time with the beat, and it all seemed to be controlled by a unicorn on stage. Vinyl Scratch, or DJ-PON3 as she was known, apparently preferred to perform as a pony—a stallion—which said a lot about what tended to happen at her shows.

I couldn't see Luna, but I could see where the bar was and headed over to it. Jugs was strutting around behind the mahogany slab of polished wood that composed the bar itself. He used his hooves to swing bottles around and serve drinks to his customers. I barely realized when he walked right up to me, leaned across the bar, and kissed my cheek.

The ponies—and they were ponies—around me cheered at the kiss, but Jugs' attention just made my libido jump a little. "Can I have another beer?"

"You don't want a beer now. Here, sexy, drink this!" Three bottles jumped into and out of Jugs' grip, each depositing a measure of its contents into a small glass. Something white was tipped in, and a little umbrella dropped in the side. "Drink all of that."

I had long-since worked out how to hold things with a hoof, and reached out to grab the drink. Close up, I could see the umbrella was made out of some kind of flower, which meant it was edible. I curled my tongue around the flower and chewed it once, then chased it down with the contents of the glass.

There was fire, dreams, and hopes in that glass—or perhaps vodka, coffee liqueur, and milk. Regardless, what would have been called a white Russian back home was exactly what I needed. Bartenders were better than doctors in two key ways: whatever they gave you tasted good and it made you feel better. "I needed that." It had the bonus of taking away the flavor of Jugs' shaft, something I knew was required if I hoped to kiss a different stallion tonight—and I intended to kiss a different stallion tonight.

"Got your eye on an encore?" Jugs was already pouring me another drink, his hooves practically a blur. Well, they might have been, I'd just had another drink, and was lining up its successor.

I opened my mouth to reply when the music seemed to jitter and change.

"Alright everypony!" Vinyl's voice was still strange to hear, but apparently she—he—was entirely different outside the quiet little Ponyville. "Are you ready to rock out?"

Turning my head, I saw Octavia poke his head out from under the mix desk Vinyl was standing upright behind, wiping his snout. With his hooves he picked up something that looked like a violin—if a violin were a size too big and made of neon plastic.

Vinyl's magic flipped the record on her deck over, and Octavia started to play the oversize violin upright. Techno met classical, and the music met somewhere in the middle. It was amazing, but vagina kept holding up a sign to get my attention, and being in charge of my body right now, she was persuasive. The sign was a memory and fantasy mixed together. Octavia lifting his head from under the deck, only it was my face.

Reason was needed, but when I ordered vagina to see him, he was passed out in the corner of my head with a beer in his hand. "Thanks, Jugs." The second delicious drink took just two quick swigs to down.

"Those're pretty strong. No more until you've had something else to drink, okay?" Jugs took the glass away.

Vagina knew just what I was going to drink. The voice of my maleness, that mostly just wanted to play with boobs all day long, was oddly quiet. I took a moment to steady myself as the throbbing music matched time with the throbbing of my heart. My legs moved on their own and I slipped through the crowd of ponies toward the stage like a shark in a school of fish too small for their meal.

Every step I took I kept my eyes locked on Vinyl's face. He had a pair of dark shades on (like always), but with the bright lights I could see his eyes beneath them. He looked right at me, smirked, and nodded.

By the time I got to the stage, Octavia was done with her music. He'd set aside his instrument and slipped off and into the crowd. I slipped up onto the side of the stage well away from where Vinyl's speakers and stuff were. Casually, as if I weren't planning anything naughty, I walked across and the moment I was occluded behind the speakers, I dropped to my belly and crawled up to where Vinyl stood.

Surprisingly, there was a set of headphones hanging low, just by his back leg. When he widened his stance a little, he kicked one leg toward the headphones. Not knowing what else to do, I picked them up and slipped them on my head.

"Ah, there you go. You can hear me, right?"

I nodded.

"Great. 'Tavi's a great guy, but he knows I love to get with mares from time to time. No sense ruining our relationship over that, right? So, let me know when you want to start, and where you want to start. Oh, right. See the collar down there? It has a throat-mic. Put it on and I can hear you."

It wasn't hard to find the collar with a little black box on it. Slipping it around my neck, I tightened it so that my throat was pressed to the little box. "Like this? Can't people hear me?"

"Over my Bass Cannon Six Thousands? No chance. So, little filly, what you want to do?"

There wasn't enough room for me to give him my rump, so I shimmied and dragged myself underneath the deck and then under him. Vinyl Scratch was already sliding out of his sheath in anticipation. "Wow."

"Down there, huh? Going to suck it?"

I nodded before realizing he couldn't see me. "Yeah."

"I'll tell you what, Paul, let's have a race. What you do is angle your rump and lift your tail—" I liked where this was going, "—and press your cooch against that speaker just there."

Looking back, it wasn't hard to see what he meant. The stack of speakers was practically right beside me, so I angled myself and, gritting my teeth, raised my tail and leaned against the speaker cabinet. The heavy beat thudded through my softest places, causing me to bite my lower lip at how it felt.

I'd seen porn where girls used vibrators—before I came to Equestria—and I liked to think my face was pulled into something like the stupid-happy expressions some of them seemed to get.

"Are you ready? Hope you like a wild ride—no mare has lasted more than a minute."

"I'm r—" I didn't get anything else out. A rippling bass seemed built to dive its vibrations deep into my body. I went cross eyed, but I needed to get him in my mouth if I had any hope of winning.

"There you go. I'm not as big as some stallions, but Paul, I can play you like a record."

Above me, Vinyl's magic was doing something with the deck. I could hear tapping and movement, and each of them caused those speakers to buck and shove. Remembering what I was meant to do was hard—remembering my own name would be hard if those speakers continued their work. With Vinyl in my mouth, I started to work my head up and down him.

The beat shifted from those deep thuds to a thud followed by two smaller ones. It was like a stallion was on my back and going faster and longer than any I'd met before. I whimpered around Vinyl's dick, trying to regain focus and use my tongue to get him off, but it was too much.

Losing, my body started to twitch and shiver as lightning was driven into me by the music. Vinyl had been absolutely right—he played me like he'd probably played a lot of mares. His shaft spilled from the side of my mouth, and I had to press my snout against his belly fur so my loud moan wouldn't be heard.

I hadn't counted on one thing.

"I like that, hold that note!"

My voice, pitch-shifted to match the song, blasted through the speakers as the beat stopped. I needed more, I wanted more, I was practically already orgasming.

"HERE COMES THE DROP!"

I didn't have time to even think what Vinyl was going to do. The massive thudding of the big bass speakers hit me like a train and drove me to the wildest orgasm of my life. I cried and squealed, bucked against the speakers and shivered. My voice—through the throat mic—was worked into the music Vinyl played. I couldn't stop what he was doing, and I didn't care.

He kept me riding the whirlwind of release until the song ended, or maybe the song ended because my orgasm did. Already on my belly, I had nowhere to slump to. The speaker picked up again, thumping still, but lacking some of the intensity of earlier. Pleasurable jolts hit me from time to time until I realized Vinyl had shifted back from his deck and was looking down at me.

"You lost, now you have to suffer the penalty. I get to choose where I go."

I looked up at him, my eyes spotting the hefty shaft still under Vinyl's belly—he hadn't gotten off.

"Get up and follow me. We're doing this in the back room." He used his magic to pull me away from the speaker, and the moment he did I felt vagina scream for more. More of everything.

My legs shook, but I managed to get them working with Vinyl's help. He led me to the back of the stage and threw the door open—I followed him inside quickly, not thinking about what my rump looked like to anyone who glanced my way.

"Hey, 'Tavi, I see you found your stud for the night. You want to take this filly for a ride later?" Vinyl stepped to the side and I froze. Prince Luna was leaning over Octavia Melody's body, had a mouthful of the other stallion's mane, and was pounding away into him. The sight was mesmerizing. After a moment, Vinyl shrugged his shoulders. "Guess he doesn't want any. Alright, let me get something to get in there easier."

"Wait, what?" I asked.

Vinyl's magic caught a tube of something that my brain told me was lube. "You lost, Paul. You can back out if you want, but if you stay I'm claiming your tailhole." He swaggered as he walked toward me, each step causing his dong to sway side to side. "Not leaving?"

I was as straight as a die. Breasts were my favorite things in the world (both of the ones I'd been in). Since arriving in Equestria, I'd been introduced to a lot of crazy stuff, including sex as a mare, but anal sex…

My eyes slipped over to Luna. I watched his hips drive against the stallion under him. What he was doing was impossible, of course, no stallion could last as long as he was, but the look on Octavia's face was what ensured I didn't run screaming with my butt clenched. He looked like each shove forward was an orgasm. He looked to be in his happiest place.

"What's it like?" I asked.

"Hold up. You've never—" Vinyl stared at me in shock, then had to cover his snout. "Of course you haven't! You've only been with those straight stallions. Paul, if you let me do this, you can come to any of my shows free of charge. It'd be an honor—a privilege—to take your anal cherry!"

I wasn't buying everything Vinyl was selling, but I couldn't make my legs walk out. "Will it hurt?"

"Nah. That's why you use lube, take it slow, and stuff your colon full when you are ready. It'll feel a little odd, but I can promise it won't hurt." Vinyl, already assuming he'd won his argument, floated the lube around behind me.

When something tingly-warm touched me, I knew Vinyl was using his magic on me directly. When it reached my ass, I couldn't stop tensing. What happened next was shocking and hot. A tiny thread seemed to squirm at my anus and work into the impossibly tight gap that my clamped-down muscles made. The squirming continued inside, and the I slowly felt that tendril get wider and wider.

I'm not sure when I stopped clenching, but the tingly-hot feeling became wet with something, and I felt more of Vinyl's magic massage just inside my hole. He'd been absolutely right—this was strange but also kinda hot. It didn't feel bad, just… just filling.

"Easy does it little filly, just warming you up. I don't have the tunes to take you like the prince over there—Damn I'm jealous of 'Tavi." As he spoke, Vinyl continued to work his magic "shaft" in and out of me. The tightness and fullness didn't fade, but the teasing of nerves I never knew I had pushed me to a panting groan. "There you are, feeling more like fun?"

I nodded. For the love of breasts I nodded to Vinyl Scratch as he shoved his magic up my butt.

Like the first time I'd let a stallion climb my back—Nurse Softheart—I shook with actual excitement and lust. He didn't pull his magic out of me, even when he shoved his snout under my tail—he didn't even stop fucking me with it.

"You have a nice gape there, Paul. You know the best thing about using magic like this?"

"Wha—?" I didn't get any more of the word out. A pony tongue was completely different to magic, and as Vinyl pressed his into me, I had to admit that both had their advantages. What should have felt like stretching, was instead comfortable as he licked me again and again, working his tongue in so far I felt his mouth press around the outside of my butt hole.

Then, as quick as his tongue had invaded me, it pulled out and his magic stopped. I had a few seconds to get my head straight and think about what was going on before he reared up and landed on my back. This part of the dance I knew—or at least had an idea about—so I braced my back legs and tried to do the same with my front ones.

"Don't tense. This is just like my magic or my tongue. They felt good, right?" He asked.

I nodded, then said, "Yeah, it felt—" Vinyl Scratch, I was coming to realized, liked to cut ponies off mid sentence. His shaft was thicker than his magic, and much more than his tongue, but the broad tip would be the most intense bit (I knew) and it took a little jolt of his hips and that was past my entrance. "How's this? Not too much?"

I shook my head.

"More?"

I nodded my head.

"I told you it wouldn't hurt, didn't I?"

I nodded again, but cut short when he pushed. The feeling was absolutely different in every possible way having a dick pushed inside you could be from regular sex. Where I normally felt the friction as the pleasure, this was all about the swelling sensation and how stretched my anus felt. Every single Guy Rule of Manhood was burning away as Vinyl worked himself deeper into me. I had nothing that could stand up to the feeling of fullness that became the only thing I could think about.

Vinyl shoved his hips and I felt his medial ring meet my butt. It was too much already—I couldn't take anymore. My forehooves slipped, and Vinyl's next thrust pushed us along the floor toward where Luna was still pumping Octavia.

I froze at the sight of the prince of the night still driving Octavia. Each lewd slap of Luna's crotch against Octavia's rump only cemented the picture in my head.

"Hey. First time?" Luna asked through clenched teeth. On my back, Vinyl held still. "Buck up. It feels great when you can just relax and let it all in."

Looking at Octavia, he was letting just about anything Luna wanted to put in him, in. I turned my head and looked back at Vinyl out of one eye. His face looked like he was ready to explode. It was kinda cute how focused on doing the horizontal dance he was. I took a deep breath and smiled. "More."

Stars swam in my vision as Vinyl Scratch shoved forward. His medial ring sank into me and his hips met my rump. All of him was inside me, and while vagina was a little confused at how empty she was, she was into this—my inner asshole was the one moaning in the back of my head.

Vinyl was amazing, but he was still a stallion. He pulled back and rammed all the way home again, and the stretching/swelling/filling became more intense than anything I'd ever felt before in my life. The world beat like a drum to the rhythm of Vinyl's thrusts. He only got ten good strokes in before he shoved so hard my forelegs collapsed and I wound up shoulder-to-shoulder with Octavia on the floor.

A hot rush of pleasure and stallion seed rushed through me, but I wasn't there. This might be a more interesting way to have sex, but it wasn't—

Magic pushed into me. Vinyl Scratch shoved what felt like a stallion's shaft worth of magic into my twat and started pistoning it every bit as fast as Luna was doing to Octavia's rear. I howled in pleasure. I screamed as his literal magic dildo shoved me all the way into the intense orgasm I needed.

"Nice one, Paul, I'm just about—" Luna cut his words off as he started bucking faster and faster. Like a machine, his hips ground Octavia into whimpering, happy paste until he too flooded a colon with his semen. "… done."

Author's Note

Celestia: Why are you trying to have a foal?

"Politics. After all the mess bringing Luna back has caused—effectively splitting our government down the middle—I need to bring back everypony into one camp. My camp. A union between Blue Blood and I will start that, but there's more. They want one ruler, not two." Celestia smiled serenely. "I might keep doing the sun, but I fully intend to abdicate for my foal when they come of age."

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