'Twas Lonely in the Moon

Chapters

An Awkward Start
An Even More Awkward Feast
A Foalish Night
A Tense Morning
A Lusty Afternoon

An Awkward Start

1000 years. It didn't feel that long, I had been essentially asleep underneath...her presence, for most of it, getting wispy glimpses, vague feelings of her hatred and plans. Despite that, 'twas torture knowing that I'd brought such foulness upon myself. My foolishness truly knew no bounds.

There were ponies I knew that were now so long dead and buried that the wind had likely eroded the names from their gravestones. One of them was a colt I quite fancied at court...I had intended to request he become my royal consort, but I was too consumed with envy for my sister and her daylight. Perhaps he could have spared me from becoming Nightmare Moon. Perhaps...but that's the past, and he's now merely dirt in the ground. I doubt Celestia even knows where; our old castle is but a ruin in the forest. It feels like just last year I was enjoying its many trapdoors and hidden secrets.

I sigh as I look out towards Canterlot. The chariot ride hath served well as a silent reprieve from the loud affair around Ponyville, but it will only last so long. Soon, we will be inundated with the requests of the various townships for administrative decisions, and me personally to help soothe the unpleasant dreams no doubt incurred from the terror of the return of Nightmare Moon.

'Tis only on the way down to the palace entrance that I notice the wing of my sister comforting me.

"Luna? You've hardly said a word. The guards seem...concerned", she says.

I blink a few times. I would normally be quite composed, but the drain of magic seems to have left my mind, just as with my body, in a state like an adolescent. "U-uh...apologies, dear sister, 'tis a lot to take in and I'm not quite myself." My tummy began to rumble slightly. "...and it appears Nightmare Moon was not keen on eating."

Celestia closes her eyes as she nods with a warm smile. "I see. I'll have the guards bring you some refreshments. We'll have a feast later when we meet with Canterlot's de facto mayor, Fancy Pants. I'll be here to make sure you're comfortable and back to normal in practically no time at all!" She says while giving a slight nod to some guards, who trot off in a hurry.

I nod hesitantly as she keeps her wing on me, providing a sense of comfort as she pushes me along by the rump. The palace appears quite grand, and I briefly look around, admiring the wide arches and stained glass windows. On the long walk towards the throne room, we remain silent. I briefly ponder the large amount of guards in such flashy armor. It would seem that they aren't the noble warrior stallions of old anymore, but they still serve at our whim.

Celestia sighs softly as we enter the throne room. I'm humbled as I see that there's a spot reserved for me. "Sister, 'tis quite a bit more than we had in the old castle. How hath Equestria grown in mine absence?"

She gives a little chuckle as she takes some refreshments from the guards, pouring me a cup of sparkling cider and offering me what appears to be hay formed into sticks in a paper container. I proceed to carefully, politely, princessly put one stick into my mouth. I'm overcome with the great taste of this apparently-fried treat. My mind tells me that I must remain regal and reserved...but I have lost much willpower. I once again carefully, politely, and princessly...grab entire hooffuls and scarf them down like a starving Manticore in an orphanage, making the blue unicorn guardsmare stare, wide-eyed.

"I'd say it has grown quite a lot...perhaps even more than your appetite!" Celestia remarks.

I blush a little in embarrassment and swallow down what was in my mouth, and prepare a retort only to be befuddled by a long belch that overwhelms mine ability to retain it. For a moment I stare in horror, now blushing profusely, while Celestia struggles to contain her laughter with a hoof.

"Ahaha, oh sister, nopony's around but us and the guards, feel free to eat all of the hay fries and be as uncouth as you dare! Just make sure you leave room for the feast, we wouldn't want the chef to believe himself inadequate", she says, patting me on the rear as she trots over to the throne.

I break my stare to look over at a nervous guardsmare now offering me several times what I just consumed. I barely stop myself from drooling before indulging greedily, accidentally consuming some of the paper containers as I gorge myself. The guardsmare whimpers a little as I reduce a pile of hay fries half the size of mine own torso to nothing in under a minute.

With mine appetite finally sated, and a the blue guard shaking, I lay upon my throne with a bloated belly. My sister seems not to to even notice for a while, writing many times on a large paper, no doubt a document of vital importance to the nation. Her eyes suddenly dart to me as I let out a groan about my bloating from eating those delicious 'hay fries'.

"Ah, finished I see; do you know a 6-letter word for the start of something? Begins with an 'o', and ends with 'gin'", she inquires.

"Ori-*buurp*-gin...excuse me", I say, making a grimace from the foul taste of the unexpected release. "Is thou writing a treaty of some kind, dear sister?"

My sister chuckles lightly. "You're excused, little sister, and thanks for the help on my crossword puzzle!" She then shows me the document...entitled Daily Games. As realization hits, I fake a smile hard for my sister's sake.

Celestia sets aside the crossword puzzle, clearly entering a more serious mode. "Now then, while you digest your meal, I've had the guards prepare a variety of reading material on the modern state of Equestria to help you get up to speed. It's waiting in my private study whenever you're ready. Some junior guards will be right by your side to help explain any confusion you may have while reading."

I stand up into a dignified pose, albeit with a sagging belly, and nod. "Thou won't be there with me, sister?" I ask, with a little concern on my face, as I'm still not yet feeling comfortable so recently after my purification.

She shakes her head lightly. "I must arrange the feast and make sure nothing is out of place. The...hay fries you were given were a rather rash decision by the captain of the guard, and I'd like to make sure things appear presentable when you meet Fancy Pants. Besides, they're new recruits who should be somewhat more like...regular ponies, they might give you more insight into how things have changed than talking with an old pony like me."

"But sister-" I insist, but a hoof is put to my lips. "Luna, trust me on this matter. Please", she says in a quiet tone.

I look into her gentle eyes and all opposition to her ideas melt away under a tide of affection. I nod slightly and trot out awkwardly, flanked by the blue guard that gave me hay fries and a stallion that seems a little too small for his armor, likely waiting on a better-fitting set.

We walk into the study and I admire its cozy quality. Essentially, it's a large stone-walled closet with bookshelves and portable candles atop a round wooden table. In a corner, I find a pile of books sorted by industry, starting with agriculture and transportation in the first two large stacks. Next to it, there's a quite small table with some fresh tea, which I immediately get to sipping as I sit down, flanked by the guards. It isn't long before I'm well-versed in the ways of Equestrian farmers and these "trains" used to rapidly cross the land.

The guards with me are, for quite a while, silent. So silent, in fact, that between turning pages, I become aware of mine own heart beating despite the two being each an inch away. Upon hearing the blue mare to my left uncouthly break wind in a way that under normal circumstances would surely not be heard, I nearly scold her, then realize it's mine own fault! I have made events deviate far from what my sister intended, and try to 'break the ice' by immediately putting a hoof around her and beginning fraternization.

"Forsooth, fair maiden, thy purpose 'tis little more than wind without our questions! Tell us, hast thou partook in a ride upon the 'iron horse'?" I ask with a composed, but pleasant, smile.

The mare's expression goes pale, her eyes wide and unblinking. She appears both confused and sweating in anxiety. I slowly lose my smile and withdraw my hoof. "...perhaps thou needs a break from duty. To...relieve and refresh thyself so thou can return in a more talkative manner. We shall not punish thee for thy slipup!"

She nods quickly and darts for the exit as if pursued by a ravenous creature, tripping over the table and bashing open the door on her way out. I look to the remaining guard and his mouth appears to be open. "Is there a problem? We hope thou can be of more use."

He blinks and slowly unslacks his jaw. "W-well your majesty, it's just...you're quite a bit different than Celestia", he sputters out.

I nod. "Ah, yes, do not be afraid, we've no intent to harm thee. Tell us, what dost thou like most about..." I struggle for a bit as I skimmed a book for an interesting subject. "...Manehattan rape gangs? I'm sure 'rape' is something most enjoyable, perhaps you could demonstrate it to me", I say with a tender smile.

I'm not sure what exactly it was that I said, but the guard passes out immediately. Thankfully, the other soon returns with a bit of strange white square paper on her rear hoof. She seems to still be on edge, but at least answers my various questions about trains. The male guard excuses himself upon waking, and does not return.

Many hours later, I have finished reading everything, but begin to reread few chapters in a particularly interesting book about the manufacturing of foodstuffs to make sure that I understand properly. Suddenly, a more...fit guard comes in. "Princess Luna, your sister requests your presence in anticipation of the feast."

I shut the book and stretch a little. "Splendid."

I trot, followed by both guards, to the throne room, where Celestia greets me with her usual smile.

"Dear sister, was your time reading on the modern world productive?" she asks.

I nod. "Most, although the guards were not what I was expecting..." I trail off.

"Oh?" she asks, looking to the paper on the guard's hoof.

"The one here passed gas in my presence and the other appears to have left without permission while momentarily excused. 'Tis practically treason!" I said sternly.

My sister glares a bit at the guard to my left before sipping tea.

"What naughty guards! You'd think we had a volunteer force or something", she says with an odd expression.

I snort. "Unacceptable, regardless of how they were recruited!"

Celestia oddly put a hoof to her lips and seemed to giggle, as if her throne had tickled her. "I'll simply need to discipline them! What punishment do you prefer? A flogging? Or would you have me cut off their heads?" she asks with another odd expression and a giggle.

Out of the corner of mine eye I see a guard rush out, no doubt to find the one who left. The guard to my left is restrained and cowers in fear as I look to her. I turn back to my sister with a slight glare of displeasure. "Sister! I told this one we would not punish her...but very well. Hmm, beheading is a wonderful idea, but they are junior in rank and I would not want to trouble the maids. We just need a way to 'spank' the children."

Celestia rolls her eyes as she sips tea and lays against her throne with her eyes closed, appearing not to notice the guard that ran off being dragged to my right side. Some guards come over with paddles and raise them. She chuckles and sips more tea as she talks. "Oh Luna, I was just jok-", she says, but is cutoff by the sounds of eeps and wood meeting tender flank. "-ing."

I look at her quizzically, still with a bit of glare, as she spits out her tea and stares at the guards being spanked. "What's this 'joking'? I don't see how it pertains to going back on a promise", I ask, as the two make some rather unguardsponylike pleas and various noises that I ignore.

Celestia recomposes herself. "Pretending to do something you are not...now if you could head to the feast early, I must have a word with my remaining guards about what is and what isn't an order," she clears her throat towards the end, making the paddling guards stop.

The guards with paddles gulp in unison and look at each other as if they are to be beheaded. I quickly deduce that wooden paddles to the rear are not a normal procedure, and that if the two retain their heads by nightfall, 'tis only because my sister didn't shout at them loud enough about not following my remarks as orders.

As I head to the feast, the thought of my sister paddling guards' rears red fills me with childish delight and a strange excitement I can't quite place.

An Even More Awkward Feast

As I come into the banquet hall, the large windows show that not all are stained glass messes of esoteric shapes, some actually let an appreciable amount of light through with a simple grid, although by now the sun hath nearly set. I gaze upon a long table with a solid white cloth and a variety of fruits and pastries atop it. As the scents come to my nostrils, I'm briefly overwhelmed, and only after several seconds do I notice the noblepony sitting in the middle on the other side, with our seats spaced apart facing him. I step slowly, unconfidently, as I ponder my recent interactions with guards. 'Tis very good both of them have been humiliated into silence.

"Ah, Princess, pardon me preempting your arrival, I caught a scent most pleasant and couldn't help but come in", says the pony I presume to be 'Fancy Pants'.

I clear my throat and take a moment to compose myself before unleashing the loudest voice I can muster. "'TIS ALRIGHT, FANCy-", I begin to cough, my vocal chords clearly not being up to the task. I'm forced to return to my regular, filly-like voice. "...excuse us, for we are unwell. We must use a regular voice to address thee."

Fancy Pants stares at me in apparent confusion before nodding. "Very...well. May I begin eating?"

I take my seat promptly. "Of course. Celestia will be along shortly", I say, wanting to stick to business, as I can't exactly have Celestia remove Fancy Pants...I briefly ponder if perhaps I could, but brush away the thought. It then hits me that I've barely been back to normal for 12 hours and just pondered executing the first pony Celestia has me meet. I'm supposed to be better than this. Perhaps the nightmare lingers inside me...

Fancy Pants seems to be staring at me, no doubt because of my horrified expression. I put on a fake smile and a little filly-like chuckle to reassure him and grab a bottle of wine. I wonder how much I can get away with drinking in order to loosen up, become more sociable, and perhaps banish these lingering doubts about myself. While I'm certainly no drinker, these are special circumstances. I check to see if Fancy Pants is watching before downing an entire glass.

Fancy Pants, meanwhile, thankfully hath all his attention focused on what appears to be a rounded pastry with cheese and sauces in the center. "Mmm, an extraordinary calzone your chef makes," he remarks while wiping off his lips.

I simply nod, and place one onto my plate with grace that no doubt will leave me once the wine takes effect. After downing another glass rapidly, I hear the door open.

"Sister, I see you've begun eating already. Glad that your appetite is doing okay, especially after...that", Celestia says.

I turn to look at her while sipping wine at a rate that is perhaps a tad beyond what's socially acceptable. "After what?" I ask.

Celestia seems more confused than me as she replies. "The...you know, the accidental order and uh...", her voice then turns to a whisper, for some reason not wanting to tell Fancy pants. "...rear soreness."

I shrug and finish my glass of wine while Fancy Pants sits up. "Well hello your majesty, I am grateful to meet both of you. Is everything alright?"

I give an eye roll and a slight nod with a groan. Certainly not my best response, but I'm technically a bit of a child now and I doubt my tongue is going to cooperate if I try to use words again. Clearly, it's a bigger traitor than any guards, and deserves a spanking of its own.

Celestia thankfully says something. "So, Fancy Pants, you said before that you were concerned about the mental wellbeing of some of the nobility in Canterlot. My sister Luna can enter a pony's dreams, perhaps she could be of help?" She asked in a perfect, princessly tone that was surprisingly quiet.

Perhaps the Royal Canterlot Voice is saved for the simple villagers in need of straightening out, and not a noblepony like him. Her soothing voice brings back memories of her singing lullabies to me when we were young, and I suddenly feel...detached from reality; I have an intense urge to hold my bigger sister and snuggle her safety against the scary world. Strange, but I suppose this is just a normal feeling. I pour more wine.

"What do you say, Luna?" my sister asked.

I was in the middle of drinking my 4th glass of wine when mine eyes dart between the two. Somehow, I've missed Fancy Pant's reply entirely! I quickly finish it and swallow. "Um, yes."

"Wonderful!" Celestia says with a smile that makes me smile back.

I don't pay too much attention as the two begin to discuss some affairs that don't seem to involve me. Before I know it, I'm trying to pour a 7th glass of wine only to find the bottle empty, which momentarily confuses me as I tap the rim against the glass noisily. I then realize it is unusually quiet, and that both my sister and Fancy Pants are staring at me. I smile weakly as I set the bottle down, and my sister clears her throat, clearly covering for me.

"Don't worry, alicorns are much less affected by alcohol than other ponies, my sister is merely taking the edge off after a long day", she lies, adeptly.

'Tis only a slight exaggeration; with my small stature and weaker magic at present, the likely the overall effect will be the same as for a normal stallion...which means I will be rather drunk.

"Of course...", he says, either believing the social deception or pretending to.

As their dull conversation goes on, I start to feel the effects of the wine. Unable to concentrate at all on what's being said, my mind again turns to Nightmare Moon...it was all my fault. My lovely sister had to imprison me in the Moon. The old nobility, the ones I cared about, even the ones I hated...I miss them, and I shall never seem again; in their place, I must become acquainted with strangers like Fancy Pants, with only Celestia as an anchor. The guards are nervous, scared of my harsh demeanor and out-of-time nature...I began to slouch in my chair slightly, supporting my head with my hoof in a display of depression.

However, before I can truly wallow in self-pity, I'm interrupted by hearing and feeling a sudden sputter from my rear having a noise similar to a dying ostrich. Mines eyes dart open as the conversation ceases, the attention of the other two focused on me as I fail to shut off the release. After about 15 seconds, it finishes, and I'm left in a state of embarrassed shock.

Celestia clears her throat. "Yes, well, I think we should conclude this meeting, it's getting late and my sister surely must be in need of a toilet", she says diplomatically.

I barely mumble a yes as I wonder how I missed my basic bodily needs. I suddenly realize that my bladder is close to bursting.

Fancy Pants blinks and nods, but doesn't immediately leave after he gets up. "Uh, beg your pardon, Princess, but are you sure she is familiar with modern toilet facilities? From what I've read, a lot's changed in the last millennium."

Celestia seems taken aback. "I-I hadn't realized. Fancy Pants, I would appreciate it if you could accompany my sister and I to help acquaint her with such facilities and make sure she gets to her bed. I'm afraid I'm quite tired and might not be able to do it on mine own. Please do be a gentlestallion. If that's alright with her, of course", she says, finishing with a yawn.

I give an overly-quick nod of approval, and Fancy Pants comes over and helps me out of my chair. I try to get out myself, but my body just isn't quite listening, and I mumble something I think to the effect of trying to excuse myself and blaming the bottle of wine for appearing deceptively small. Celestia seems to be keeping her distance behind me, other than a wing on my rear that no doubt is doubling as a preventative measure if I don't make it as well as its comfort role.

Fancy Pants says something to comfort me in the hallway, but I can't quite make it out. My senses are failing me, but I can tell that I'm breaking wind again. Mine attempt at "excuse me" comes out sounding more akin to "squeeze me", and Fancy Pants understandably puts a hoof to my lips before I try again.

The next thing I know, I'm being carefully set squatting over a white indentation in a white floor in a very white room. I ask Fancy Pants about the decor in a manner where 'white' is the only recognizable word. He stammers as he clearly doesn't understand, but my sister replies that "bathrooms must look clean to show that they're not dirty" along with something about how they put me over the 'squat' toilet because I "can do little else" while inebriated. I nod along as my tail raises and I break wind a third time.

I let loose a very unstable stream at first. As the two stare somewhat, I try to apologize for the entirely unprincesslike nature of my negligent flatulating, with slurred words mostly drowned out by the now-steady stream. I burp in the middle of my words, perhaps the only thing out of my mouth that can be clearly heard.

"Don't worry, dear sister", Celestia says as she pats my rear comfortingly with a wing.

Fancy Pants, now in front of me, takes a moment to say something supportive. Despite my drunken state and the noise of my urination, I hear his words clearly.

"My lady, a bit of thunder before the rain is nothing to be ashamed of when we sail away from our troubles and encounter a storm", he says soothingly.

'Tis a metaphor I am sure I shall more fully appreciate when I'm sober; perhaps Celestia can repeat it to me then.

After a few minutes, the pitter-patter ceases and my tail lowers. Fancy Pants then levitates over some strange white paper squares. It takes me a moment to realize they are the same that the guard earlier had on her hoof, apparently some kind of bathroom item? Celestia asks me something about raising my tail and being comfortable with her "whopping me" and I nod as I'm far too drunk to even figure out the decision, needing another to care for me. Whatever this 'whopping' consists of, I'm sure it is most good if my sister must do it for me.

I flinch slightly as the paper is applied to my nethers. She hath quite a gentle touch with her magic as she wipes (so that is what she said) away the malodorous moisture, making me vocalize a most odd, purr-like noise. She gives me a slight stare of confusion as she tosses the wet paper into the soiled water.

Before I can ask exactly what she finds so odd, Fancy Pants sets my hoof on a small lever.

"Now, this will be loud, do not worry", he says.

As my hoof is let down to push the lever, my mind is a touch too slow to finish processing his words, and the strong whirlpool below startles me into breaking wind again and nearly falling over. I hear a slight bit of chuckling for a moment, but can't tell which pony did it, and see that both are holding themselves. I sigh a bit, thankful that it's at least over.

The blurry walk to my bedchambers is uneventful save for strange thoughts pertaining to the sway of my sister's backside as I look upon it. She tucks me in and, ever so delicately, informs a guard that I may need help urinating throughout the night once Fancy Pants is out of earshot. She's quite right.

A Foalish Night

Author's Note

The clop starts here, albeit not yet with Celestia.

A Foalish Night

As I sleep, I begin to dream. I'm in a meadow with the wind sweeping gently across the tall grass. A whistling noise makes me look around, and I see my crush, Slashing Strike. He is a bit young, being only 13, but a princess is expected to choose her royal consort well ahead of time, and he will grow into a beautiful stallion. His lime green coat is like foliage in bloom, and his fiery red mane and fiery orange eyes compliment his brash will.

He flips his hair in the breeze. A smile overtakes my face as I come running, ready to ask him where he hath been...wait, been?

A sudden darkness overtakes the landscape and the wind speeds up. He groans in agony as a dark shadow grabs at his body with tentacles. His eyes close as I hear a familiar cackling. Nightmare Moon forms around him, his body disappearing.

I scream, but no sound comes out. Nightmare Moon's shadowy form extends out and wraps around me. I struggle, but it's futile, and I remember what hath happened: I was overtaken by her, by mine own envy, and in the time I was in the Moon, he most certainly perished. As Nightmare Moon assimilates me, her dark, twisted thoughts becoming mine own, I suddenly jolt awake.

As I sit up in my bed, alone, and in the dark, I pant slightly and wipe a tear from mine eye. When I calm down, I realize I have an ache in my skull and a nearly-bursting bladder. As well, my vision is blurry and I can hardly balance. After a few moments, I remember that I had a little too much wine and am definitely still under its harsh effects.

My first order of business is to address the pain by making sure the wine comes out in the bathroom and not all over my bedchambers, and so I stumble out of bed with all the grace of a ballerina on fire being devoured by eagles in a tornado. After I finally get the sheets off of my body, I throw open the door with a sound that startles the guards next to it. Out in the hall, I see the guardsmare from before waiting outside, cowering momentarily. She smiles at me weakly and leads the way towards the bathroom. I trot with a slight wobble, but a princess-like stride nonetheless.

As soon as we step inside the bathroom, I notice details I missed on my first time in, due to inebriation. As I stand there, looking around, I see there's brilliantly-smooth white tiling on the floor, a blue tint to the walls, porcelain sinks all set in a marble counter, an array of toilets starting with some inset 'squat' ones, then some odd throne-like ones further along. It dawns on me that in these modern times, even the privy can be like a throne room, and perhaps were I not full of wine, I would be able to sit regally as I do my business.

"Um, princess, if I may ask, do you need help or privacy or...?" the guardsmare asks, breaking my slight trance.

I stumble forward and clear my throat. "No no, I'm quite fine. Just...talk with me, if thou will", I say, hoping that the guard is feeling better than in our previous interaction.

She nods and trots to the second floor-inset toilet from the door. As she rather violently lets out an accumulation of wind, I notice her blush and give me a strange look; after a moment, I realize it to be a hint that simply staring at a pony relieving themselves is no longer, after a thousand years, correct privy etiquette. I get in position over the closer toilet and sound mine own rear horn, then urinate in near-perfect unison with her, save for much greater force.

My physical feelings remind me of my sister earlier, and her warm, tender smile as well as the visage of her rear. The thought occurs that this mare would be useful to relieve some of my stress and get my mind off of my sister. I find it perplexing that such thoughts be mingled, but I shiver it away as my stream subsides.

"I would like thou to accompany me to my bedchambers", I say as I finish up with a shake and a feeling of relief.

Despite her defecatory grimace, she looks rather surprised. A plop later, she nods and wipes herself. She carelessly levitates the paper down, and it lands not in the water, but on her hoof, while she presses the lever pre-emptively. I clear my throat.

"Yes, princess?" she asks as her face goes pale.

I levitate away the paper, making her blush, and drop it into my water as I clean myself up. I chuckle a bit as I activate the whirpool and trot out with her hurriedly. 'Tis a short walk back, thankfully for my poor gait.

"Princess, do you normally pee with a guard?" she asks.

"Pee? Oh, thou means...no, 'twould normally be with my sister or alone, but tonight hath been anything but normal", I say dismissively.

"Right, sorry about the toilet paper, princess, it's just I'm so stressed with this job I can...forget things", she explains nervously upon entering the privacy my chambers.

"Of course. I suppose we are similar in that regard. I consumed a whole bottle of wine tonight", I admit as a show of good faith.

She at first seems stunned, but then cracks a smile, and starts to giggle uncontrollably. I let her go on for a bit before clearing my throat, making her stand with a salute.

"Oh, sorry, sorry princess! I guess I'm just struggling a little to control myself", she says as an excuse.

I resist the urge to chastise her and sigh as I notice a heat in my nether regions. "Well, in that we are also alike. I'm in a significantly less powerful and...mature state than normal, after having Nightmare Moon's evil purged. My body 'tis barely adolescent, and my mind suffers equally."

"Will you get as big as Celestia?" she asks.

"Not quite, but I shall definitely dwarf thee. Now, thou art prepared to lay down thy life for me, are thou not?" I ask with a stern look.

"Um, y-yes...", she says shakily.

"I have a duty thou can fulfill, but if thou dost, thou must be sworn to secrecy and to die upon ending it. I cannot reveal the nature of it without agreement beforehoof", I say threateningly.

She gulps, but nods and looks at me with what little determination she can muster.

"Very well. Thou art to live in my bedchambers and perform sexual acts on command. Celestia is not to know unless she specifically asks. Keep this secret even from other guards", I say with a regal, yet casual, tone.

Her eyes go wide and she looks about ready to bolt. "I-I will do my best, princess, but why must I die upon ending this duty? I can keep it a secret!", she says with her signature nervous shake.

"I cannot afford to trust that, and a dead pony tells no tales. Don't worry, 'tis likely I will require thy services until thou art at too old an age to be attractive, and I will make sure thy beheading takes only a single stroke when it occurs", I say with a slightly higher pitch than normal to reassure her.

It doesn't seem to work very well, as she replies with a sort of raspy whimper. Times must be different from when ponies' life expectancies were measured in seasons.

"Apologies, I sometimes forget how ponies with shorter lifespans fear their own demise. I shall take thy mind off it by engaging thee in the duty agreed to. Remove thine armor, lay down upon my bed, relax, and reciprocate mine actions", I say most regally for giving a command amounting to little more than a commoner instructing a harlot to "prepare thine anus".

While I quickly get off my little princess shoes, it takes over a minute for the mare to get rid of the bulky, gold-colored metal. Such ceremonial armor is surely more fit for parades than fighting, being that it protects only the least vulnerable parts of a pony with heavy plate and hath not even a tabbard underneath. When she finally is in position, her pose is like that of a lost puppy awaiting a stranger to rub its underside. I resist the urge to chuckle and slowly get in place atop her.

Her eyes awkwardly look about as I lower myself down. 'Tis because of this that the first and most important act of love-making, as I have discovered watching shameless villagers after celebrations, is to render the 'bitch' helpless by disabling her sight and speech with one's own mouth. I forcefully kiss her, making her squeak, and probe into her mouth with my tongue.

As our bellies come together, she is indeed helpless, and slightly shaking as I rub her side with a hoof, going lower until I'm touching her buttcheek. Her tongue barely wrestles with mine own as I begin to pull on her cheek a bit to excite her. As for myself, I position my nethers atop one of her legs and begin to rub with my whole body. Heat grows solely in my marehood while the mare whimpers and moans into my mouth.

With both of us sufficiently aroused, I quickly get up and turn around, then sit upon her face. She gives a short muffled scream as my rear suddenly encompasses her face, and I moan as I feel the tip of her snout and her hot breath between my folds. To make sure I'm not too selfish, I then forcibly spread apart her rear legs and stroke at her crotch with a hoof. Her resulting moan vibrates my nethers slightly, making them tingle.

As I rub the labia, the guardsmare finally extends her tongue. 'Tis quite clear from the short, singular lick that this is her first time with a mare, perhaps even her first time ever. I myself have little experience but with a few maids, and I'm quite certain as I make my first vocalization of pleasure that the linear and circular stroking motions I am making upon her flower are amateurish. Even so, 'tis sufficient that she struggles to pleasure me more as her raggedy breath brushes my holes.

In order to incentivize the guardsmare more, I use my magic to form an ethereal, self-lubricating phallic object. I brush the tip slightly upon her exit sphincter to give her some warning, and her whole rear half squirms in surprise. I chuckle for a moment before she pushes her snout harder against my rear, nose tickling mine own sphincter while her tongue slips between my petals; my eyes cross a bit as I shudder and moan.

I take a moment to recompose myself under the slithering tongue's assault, and then, while lightly rubbing her, push the ethereal marital aid into her puckered exit, making it clench slightly as her whole body shivers; her tongue in particular wriggles madly deep inside my little tunnel of love. The mare is quite adept, continuing to keep up the tongue movement, which makes my heat build and build. I soon know from my bladder that I'm about to finish. My mind again goes to memories of Celestia while I was drunk on the toilet, and I am too weak in this state to fight it.

'Tis mere moments of sweaty panting before my climax arrives. First, my body stiffens and my holes clench against her snout. Next, my flower unleashes the nectar prepared inside, squeezing it out around her tongue. Finally, as my mind goes momentarily blank, I cry out a name.

"Celestia!" I scream at the top of my lungs as my holes convulse.

For a bit, I slouch forward, unable to think. My hoof idly rubs at the clitoris of the guardsmare, and soon she squirms under me as she experiences her own release, with an impressive squirting of her own nectar. As her tongue slides out of me, I realize that I just shouted the name of my sister. 'Tis good that the doors to these chambers are well-insulated for acoustic properties.

As much as I would like to figure out what my problem is, I have a pounding head and severe exhaustion. I roll over off the guardsmare, and resign myself to sleep without even bothering turning around. Meanwhile, my partner wordlessly puts her hooves around my backside and uses my buttcheeks as if they were a pillow.

While most of my sleep this time is dreamless, I briefly accidentally wander into the dreams of my sister. She's back at our old castle, conversing with me at dusk before it happened.

"Luna, you seemed distracted at court yesterday. Is there anything you wish to share?" she asks in her ever-pleasant tone before sipping some tea.

Before my younger self can respond, I hop into her body to take control, more on instinct than any real intent, as I'm still in a haze from events in the waking world. I take a moment to think, and realize that this is an old memory, of a time when I lied. I know I can't correct the past, but perhaps I can find something out, and so this time, I tell the truth.

"Yes, there is, sister. I quite fancy a certain colt named Slashing Strike. He will become a great adventurer one day, perhaps at my side", I say plainly.

"Ah, my younger sister after a royal consort. He certainly admires you, but are you sure? None of my consorts were ever so brash, and I get the strange feeling that he will soon perish..." she says, trailing off.

"Elaborate", I say sternly.

My sister is taken aback momentarily, not having expected such a reply.

"Uh, well, I believe he shall...be consumed with grief over a lost love and...pursue dragon-slaying. Luna, none who have ever attempted to slay a dragon have lived to tell a tale, and I fear he will bring other ponies into it!" she says with panic clear on her face.

"I see. How soon after this did it happen, and did thou recover his bones from the various ash or dung piles?" I ask with a face of resigned apathy.

Celestia seems to hyperventilate a moment as the dream world around us shatters like glass, but remains together. I have produced a nightmare, but I cannot yet stop.

"T-two years from now. No ashes, none of the teenagers in his group even presented enough of a threat to be burned..." she says as tears start to form amid her ragged breathing.

'Tis I who should be crying, but in the dreamscape, I am stronger.

"I suppose it's fitting that mine absence turned my crush into a pile of shit", I say rudely before walking off with Celestia's teacup to sip.

I hear the clatter of a teapot hitting the floor; the same for the very world around me follows, mixed with my sister's loud sobbing. I'm in too much anguish to even consider how badly I have just acted.

A Tense Morning

When I awoke, I groaned as I found myself in an embrace with the guardsmare, her head still nestled against my rear, with my tail wrapped around it. A cursory glance found her awake as well, seeming anxious. As our eyes meet, I can hardly think over the pounding in my head, the dryness of my throat, and the fullness of my bladder. At the very least, I realize that prudent bathroom use avoided us sleeping in a puddle. My morning wind breaking upon her face acts as a wakeup call that spurs us both to move out of the embrace.

"U-uh, thou may...get up and do as thou will, I will not be needing thy services today", I say with a struggle to find the words.

The guardsmare makes a rapid, wordless exit, without even taking her armor. Hopefully after she relieves herself, she comes back for it or stays in my chambers where ponies won't ask questions.

Now alone, I think about what I had done during the night. My sister no doubt had been hit hard with my blunt words, and I will need to face her. In the meantime, I have the aftereffects of a bottle of wine to deal with. Thankfully my prudent second trip to the bathroom had avoided any accidents, but I will need to relieve my bladder yet again soon, and that still will leave my head sore and my throat dry.

Lethargically, I work my way out of bed, practically dragging myself. I am so slow that the guardsmare passes me on her way back, and once in the bathroom, I practically fall into the toilet while relieving myself. I don't even bother to wipe before heading towards the dining hall.

Along the way, I nearly fall over, but a guard, of the white stallion variety, catches me. I briefly give him a confused, slightly lusty look.

"Are you okay, princess?" he asks.

"I think... I need water. Lots of water. Make haste", I say as I get to my hooves with only a slight wobble.

He runs off making quite some haste, causing his armor to clank. I am nearly halfway there as he returns, with an ornate pitcher the size of my head and a matching cup. Ignoring the cup, I take the whole pitcher in my magic and consume it in a manner that makes the guard both stare slack-jawed and blush; I had learned it from a young village filly who seemed to know every young stallion in the land and said she was training for a drinking contest; I wonder if she ever won.

With the water making my throat and belly feel quite content, I drop the pitcher. The guard fumbles for it as it falls and shatters on the floor, making me chuckle with a slight burp as I continue my trek. Strangely, I hear him scream and hyperventilate. 'Tis only a pitcher of a common variety, with the seal of a stallion who lived near to the forest on it; hardly worth the 30 bits Celestia paid for it.

Most of the way there, the same guard rushes by me as if something is quite urgent. It really shows me that I am quite slow in my stupor.

Finally, I reach the dining hall. 'Tis much as it was last night, but without anypony around save a guard ensuring some pancakes are warm and edible; strange, I would expect my sister here for breakfast. I sit down wordlessly and begin to dig in. The syrup and butter are excellent, and the glasses of milk and grape juice help ensure hydration as well as nutrition. Surely, I shall be quite healthy today.

With the meal finished, I turn to the guard.

"Where is my sister?" I ask, and he somehow becomes a bit paler despite being white.

"U-uh, she is in a private meeting, and has asked not to be disturbed, not even by you, your highness", he says with clear anxiety.

"Oh really now? Thou shall lead me there right away", I say sternly, my patience waning.

"B-but your majesty, Celestia would punish me!" he says in excuse, sweating.

"Celestia hesitates to so much as paddle thee and thy lazy, cowardly brethren! A proper punishment leaves permanent marks upon the backside for all to see, if not AFFIXING THY DYING HEAD UPON A POLE JUTTING OUT OF THINE ARSEHOLE! WOULDST THOU LIKE TO EXPERIENCE PROPER PUNISHMENT?" I say, breaking into the Royal Canterlot Voice in anger.

He stammers, shakes, and slightly loses control of his bladder upon the floor before replying.

"N-no your majesty, I'll lead you there, don't hurt me! I'll clean that up, too!" he says, getting out his words fast as I sip the last of the grape juice.

"Excellent. Lead the way", I say with a smile, acting as if calm.

The guard struggles to calm his breathing as we come to a nearby room, with 2 very serious-looking spear-equipped guards at the door. Suddenly, the guard that brought me water comes out, the guard that wet the floor darts in, and when I try to follow, the guards cross spears.

"What is the meaning of this?" I ask in a swift tone.

"Apologies, your highness, but Celestia specifically asked that you not come in until the meeting is over. It'll only be another few minutes", the one on the left says.

I sigh and cross my front hooves as I wait. Thankfully, I have the patience not to blast open the doors. My sister deserves at least a little bit of leeway and a chance to explain herself before I start breaking things.

Finally, the door opens and out comes the guard. Inside, I can see Celestia, Fancy Pants, and his rather pink wife. The two are exchanging pleasantries as I trot in and clear my throat. On the other side is...the guardsmare, sans armor. I eye her up, but she cowers under the table slightly. I cut the pleasantries shorty by grabbing the slender pink mare and dragging her away from Celestia, then in a fluid motion send a hoof hard into her buttocks to get her moving. She and her husband both make surprised sounds in response before heading for the door.

"Sister, we must talk at once", I say with a barely-restrained tone.

"Yes, we most definitely must. Everypony but Luna out, now", is her reply, giving an intimidating look even to the guards.

I always admire her ability to strike fear with tone alone, and this is no exception as ponies all but run away, as if fearing for their very lives. The doors slam once all are out.

"Sister, what is so important you must hide it from me? I have just returned and I feel quite ignored!" I say with a slight slam on the table.

Celestia sips tea and sighs.

"Luna, this meeting was about you. I'm...concerned. I've heard from everypony who has so much as poured water for you, and the stories are all similar; you barely regard others, you act negligent and most unprincesslike, even downright foalish!" she gets out before taking a breath and another sip of tea.

I glare at her and forcefully levitate the cup of tea away from her mouth and to mine. I sip and swallow it all as she stares.

"Oh, was thou drinking that? I thought thou had concern for me. Or maybe thy concern is that I don't coddle the guards!" I say with a slightly-raised voice.

"The guards? It wasn't the guards who broke my favorite pitcher, the last I had from a dear friend who passed 970 years ago! Nor did they burst into my dreams uninvited and emotionally tormented me! It certainly wasn't they who turned the VERY FIRST female guard into a...a sex toy! You will EXPLAIN yourself, sister, or I will have you ejected from this castle", she said with her mane very slightly aflame.

Anger welled within me at being threatened like that; 'tis my castle as much as hers! She hath no right to even think about such a thing! I throw the teacup at a wall, making it shatter, and step to come nose to nose to challenge my 'dear sister'.

"Dost thou even know where Slashing Strike is buried? Dost thou care?" I ask as my horn charges.

"I do! I promise I'll take you there if you'll just calm down! You barely even knew him, he was a fool who kept asking me for danger! He thought your butt was cute, so he kept slapping and rubbing it at court; I could see it, and you were nothing special to him! He would've died anyways! He was a pile of shit when he was alive!" she said with righteous indignation.

At this I am incensed. I unleash my fury in magical form, but my sister, with tears in her eyes, blasts back. A blinding light engulfs the room and I'm thrown into the wall next to where the teacup hit. 'Twould surely break the spine of a normal mare, but my magically-resilient alicorn body is merely hit by extreme pain and 'tis the wall that cracks as the impact knocks the wind out of both my lungs and rear. I black out a moment later.

When I come to, my ears are ringing and I can faintly see Celestia standing over me, cradling me. I can hardly hear what she's saying.

"Luna, get up! Luna!" she begs.

"Ungh...sister", I say weakly while only managing to rock myself away from the wall a bit in response to the command.

She hugs me as tears fall from her face. I see the pieces of teacup. They're the same pattern as the pitcher I broke. I tear up as well.

"I...I'm sorry. I'm s-", I begin to say, but am interrupted as my sister forcefully kisses me on the lips.

My eyes go wide at first, but I soon close them. For half a minute, our lips gently push against each other as we swap spit and cry. My sister's tongue goes in first, teasing out my own; I uncertainly reciprocate for a bit before she pulls away.

"I didn't mean to raise my voice or hurt you, little sister", she says with a motherly tone while wiping a tear off her face.

"It's alright...thanks for that. I seem to have lost my dignity judging by the wetness on my legs. I deserved it for what I did to thy pitcher and teacup set", I say as I wipe away a tear of my own.

"Oh Luna, it's just some porcelain. You're what really matters. I couldn't bear it if I had shattered you", she says while stroking my hair.

"Thou nearly did! Next time, make the walls a little softer before thou slams me into them!" I joke, laughing a bit, which turns to coughing.

Celestia smiles and laughs with me.

"Glad to see I didn't break your sense of humor. Now, if you are to execute any of our guards, it requires my approval first, and while you are welcome to use them for pleasure, I would rather you make it an optional duty", she says with a resolute look.

"Understood, society now does seem more...lax. Is she alright?" I ask, realizing I have been quite the donkey.

"Her name is Light Step, and she's quite fine aside of a minor complaint about being mindful with releases from your backside", Celestia says with a chuckle.

"That's what she gets for using it as a pillow", I say in a smarmy tone.

"Perhaps. If you can learn to tone down the threats and the, erm, drunkenness, I think I'd like the new crude you, sister", Celestia says with a smirk.

"Hmph, 'tis merely the effects of the drain from Nightmare Moon being removed from me, my mind hath fared no better than my body", I say as I finally get up.

"I see. So you always would cry out my name when you orgasm?" asks Celestia with a smug smile.

I was speechless as I stared into her eyes.

"It's okay, Luna. We can't control who we fancy. These last few days must have really stressed you out and I suppose I'm the only source of stability in your life. It only makes sense you would fall in love with me. Say, what secured it? Was it something I said?" she asks.

"The bathroom, when I was drunk. Perhaps if thou had let Fancy Pants wipe me I would have stolen him from his wife!" I say with a giggle.

Celestia quite likes the joke, and pats me with a wing as she laughs.

"Now, I may not share exactly the same feelings, but over the centuries I've had all sorts of lovers, and they've taught me that a relationship need not start with both sides infatuated; lasting love is formed by deliberately and sincerely building the relationship, and I can't think of anything better than to help you in your time of need by sharing some of what I've learned in the bedroom. Got any kinks?" she asks with a tone normally reserved for asking the flavor of pastry.

A Lusty Afternoon

"Um...I suppose I like penetration of the arse, but...shouldn't we wait until my physical condition can be evaluated?" I say, rubbing my sore flank.

"Of course, I'll go on ahead to freshen up in the bathroom. Fleur de Lis, Fancy Pants' wife, will be here to keep you company until a nurse examines you", Celestia replies.

She takes but a moment to use a napkin from the table to clean up my rear area and legs. I blush profusely, though surely I would be more embarrassed if my sister had left me with signs of self-urination for the examination. As well, my loins begin to tingle and I let out a soft whimper.

My sister notices and smirks, then trots out. Within moments, Fleur trots in with a slight glare.

"I see Celestia smacked your rear harder than you smacked mine", she remarks with a voice that is close to condescending in tone, but instead puts off an air of elegance.

"Indeed...we hope we haven't upset thy husband with our treatment of thy backside", I say with a slightly apologetic tone.

Fleur giggles, then sits down.

"It's nothing to worry about. Fancy Pants thought it was funny, and he was well aware you aren't yourself, even though Celestia didn't let us hear the details on what you did with those guards", she says with a smile.

I sit down next to her, groaning a bit from soreness on my side.

"Glad to know. I wish I could say the same for myself", I mutter with hardly any confidence, letting down the royal we for a moment.

"Princess, it's quite alright, just promise me you'll be this exciting all the time. Celestia can be a bit of a bore", she says with a smirk.

"We shall try, but it may be some time before we are fully acquainted with modern custom", I reply as the nurse comes in.

Fleur nods and trots out, giving me some privacy as a red nurse with a blue mane pulls out a long instrument.

"Mind if I take your temperature rectally, Princess Luna?" she asks.

"Do whatever thou must to assess our condition!" I reply, not quite understanding how one obtains temperature from the rectum.

The nurse nods, puts me onto the table, lifts my tail, and penetrates mine anus with the instrument, making me squeak most unprincessly in surprise. She rubs my buttocks and side slightly as she prods mine injured area.

"Does it hurt...here?" she asks, pressing in a few spots.

I groan as she hits the point of impact.

"How bad is it?" she asks.

"Not very, it shall most certainly bruise, but nothing else hurts", I reply as her instrument produces a beeping noise.

"Here, swallow this whole, then have something to eat", she says, producing a small cylindrical white item.

I comply as she lifts my tail again, and rather suddenly slaps my rear and removes her temperature probe, prompting me to give another squeak and a slight blush.

"You're fit as a filly, princess. Just wait a bit before you go flying into any other walls", she says with a rather loud chuckle and another slap to mine arse.

I can't help but laugh a tiny bit as well while she trots out. 'Tis good that at least a nurse hath more confidence and charisma than the guards' pittance, though I pray she hath not noticed my loins dripping from her acts. Perhaps Celestia put her up to that affection upon my rear.

After consuming a banana to comply with the nurse's order, I head quickly to meet with my sister. I hope I'm not keeping her waiting. When I enter her bedchambers, I find her smiling back at me from the bed.

"Well, dear sister, are you ready?" she asks.

I hesitate a moment.

"Y-yes, how dost thou want to begin?" I ask as I approach.

"Hmm, well, since you have a sensitive behind, how about I try out my riding crop?" she says, levitating a black tool that appears to be similar to a spade, but with a triangular, flexible head.

I nod and get onto the bed next to her, breathing heavily. I close my eyes and brace myself. Within moments, a hard thwack to my rear makes me cry out in a mix of pain and excitement.

My sister chuckles a bit before again delivering a blow. I make a raggedy sigh in pleasure as the painful sensation spreads across my right buttcheek. My loins begin to beg.

"Mmm, wet already I see. There there, big sister will tend to the pain and burning desire", my sister says while rubbing my rear with a hoof.

I make only a shuddery inhale in response, and soon find myself in a quick smooch. As my sister pulls away, her hoof goes from my rear to my nethers and begins to stroke my petals tenderly. 'Tis mere moments before I let out a moan.

"Ah, sister, you're quite sensitive. I'll go easy on you this first time", my sister says with a reassuring tone.

While the words seem a slight insult, my mind is too much in a fog to form a coherent response, and I submit. A moment later, my tail is lifted and I feel my sister's hot breath upon mine anus, making me squirm slightly in anticipation. I do manage a moment of lucidity as her rubbing of my folds relents.

"S-sister, shall I not clean up thoroughly first?" I ask quickly.

"Luna, I I know from the guards you haven't defecated yet since being purged of Nightmare Moon, and you're not the type to leave the bathroom without being clean anyways. If everypony was that afraid of getting dirty, none would enter another's bedchambers!" she says as she strokes my flower once again.

I manage to put an approving tone in my moan, and hike up my tail slightly. In turn, she gently puts her lips to my sphincter, and lightly licks once. I shiver in response, practically helpless at the mercy of my big, loving sister. She seems to take that as an invitation, and soon her tongue is swirling around my puckered exit.

The combined assault of her hoof and her tongue on mine inexperienced body's holes hath me panting and moaning for minutes. I briefly think of the guardsmare, and how she doesn't even compare with my sister. I cry out without any coherence, something to the effect of "waaaghnnng!" as my sister's tongue pokes inside my rectal passage, while her hoof ever-so-slightly pushes in and against my inside walls below.

Soon after, my orgasm hits me hard, and my flower unleashes a spurt of nectar. I quiver and my tongue lolls out as my holes clench, pushing out my sister's hoof, but entrapping her tongue. I hear a slight chuckle and then feel her tongue writhe inside me, making me cry out in pleasure as my orgasm is pushed further. I drool on the bed as my mind becomes unable to really control everything.

As I finally come down from it, I pant heavily and shiver. My sister withdraws her tongue slowly, then rubs my rear once it's out.

"Ah, I see you quite enjoyed it, dear sister. How do my bedsheets taste?" she asks with a smirk.

I then realize, looking down, that my tongue hath not reentered my mouth, and pull it back in while blushing.

"Not unpleasant, thankfully. ...thanks, sister, that was...the most intense thing I believe I have ever experienced", I say, still laying submissively with my tail raised, slightly too exhausted to bother moving.

Celestia pats my head and smiles.

"Any time, Luna. Now, shall we discuss our duties?" she asks, levitating over a large stack of papers.

"If we must..." I say, not looking forward to things as the first of many documents is set down.

After around the 10th budget approval gets my signature, I look to the still daunting amount of paperwork remaining.

"Sister, is it truly necessary to do all of this in one day?" I ask.

Celestia looks a moment between the papers, my haggard form, and a nearby slice of half-eaten cake a guard provided.

"I suppose not, but it's good that you seem to be getting the hang of modern politics", she says with a smile.

"'Tis merely old politics, but with more mouths to feed, more words to remember, and thankfully fewer pleasantries to pepper into every single proclamation", I say as I roll onto my back.

"Hmm, I hadn't noticed how it's changed, but it was slow. Now, since the day is growing short, I think we could do one more little romp", she says with her eyes half-closed lustily.

I briefly assess my physical condition, and find that in addition to having laid down too long, I am thirsty, my bladder is full, and my bowels are similarly needy.

"I would quite appreciate it, but first I must freshen up", I reply as I stretch and head out.

"Very well, I'll be ready by the time you return, dear sister", Celestia says.

Once out of the room, I come to the nearest guard.

"Water please, and make haste", I tell him while straightening out my mane.

I'm pleasantly surprised when the guard soon returns with the pitcher I broke earlier, glued back together. After a few sips, I give a nod that his task is completed, and head towards the bathroom.

Just as I prepare for my most undignified and least royal daily act over the nearest toilet, Light Step enters, with her armor on. I awkwardly smile to her, then look away as I very noisily empty myself of the remains of the hay fries and learn that, thankfully, I have not caused myself constipation with mine unusual eating and drinking habits of late.

With every bit of filth and excess water out and flushed away to the sewers, I trot to the sink with a feeling of great physical relief. Only when I look in the mirror do I realize Light Step is still looking at me, which is perhaps rude. She clears her throat.

"Princess? I would like to talk to you about, uh...us I guess", she says with an unsteady tone.

I wash my hooves before replying, and beckon her to come closer. She trots up and looks between me and the mirror a few times.

"As well would I. Dost thou wish to remain in thy sexual duty?" I ask plainly.

"Yes, I would like that, although...sorry but I kind of overheard you and Celestia um..." she says while avoiding eye contact.

"Hmph, figures", I mutter in mild amusement.

I put a hoof around her to comfort her, making her eyes meet mine again.

"'Tis okay, I was about to tell thee anyway. Just know that your behavior overall is much less than exemplary, and 'tis fortunate thou art in my good graces, so I will only spank thee!" I say with a wide smile.

She nods silently.

"Now, art thou ready to be shared by two princesses?" I ask with an even wider grin.

She stammers out something resembling approval. 'Tis all I need as I drag her out of the white room and back to my sister's bedchambers. Along the way, a few guards stare, but none break their orderly watch, even as I open the door and toss the mare onto the bed as if she were but a pillow. Celestia does stare a little bit as the mare removes her armor hastily.

"Sister, I see you brought extra fun!" she says in a tone making Light Step gulp.

"Forsooth, this one was listening to our earlier session. Do you think she can keep it secret?" I ask, eying up the guardsmare.

"Doubtful, but so many rumors come out anyways I shouldn't have to behead her the first time she lets ponies know", my sister replies with a chuckle.

Light Step shivers, clearly terrified.

"Sister, thou shouldn't make our guards shake! They are merely volunteers, after all", I reply.

"Volunteer butt lickers!" she exclaims like a filly as she levitates Light Step's head under herself, and slaps the guardsmare's buttocks.

We both break out into a gigglefit. Soon, even Light Step hath joined, making my sister moan slightly from the vibration applied to her posterior. Seeing an opportunity, I lunge, wrap my forehooves around her, and attach my lips to hers. The kiss is brief, but loving, and I can tell this time that Celestia is starting to feel for me as I do her. She barely even lets me pull away, getting two extra miniature smooches in.

"My my, sister, does my mouth contain candy?" I ask playfully as I remove some unnecessary regal attire.

"Afraid not, but that makes it no less sweet, little sister", she replies with a tender smile as she follows suit.

"Same for thou. Now, would thou allow me to partake of thy flower? I want to return the favor from earlier", I say with my eyes closed and head pressed to Celestia's neck.

"There's no need to repay me, Luna, you're not like my normal lovers. Of course, if you insist, I can't deny you", she replies, letting off of Light Step.

The guardsmare inhales harshly, apparently having been unable to breathe while trapped by my sister's large posterior. We roll together to the side and I turn around to look down upon my sister's snatch and shapely curves. It takes me a moment to notice the massage from her hooves on my backside.

"Um, what do I do?" asks Light Step, again on her back looking more a lost puppy than a guard.

"Eat Luna's asshole as you would a fine pastry, my tongue won't be able to reach", Celestia says in a rather regal way only she could pull off.

I blush, and bury my face into my sister's loins to hide it while I waggle my rear like a common harlot, tail draping onto my back. 'Tis but a moment before a snout awkwardly jams into my rectum, making me cry out against my sister's moist cunt. I let my tongue slip out onto it, lightly tasting it as Light Step indeed assaults mine arse as if it were the sweetest treat in the land.

After a few minutes, one of my sister's hooves departs from my buttocks and lightly taps at my clitoris. I moan loudly and with so little ability to control myself that I've instantly let both mine own saliva and a bit of my sister's arousal juices soak into the bed. It takes quite a bit of effort to get back to my task, especially now that Light Step seems to have figured out how to lick correctly.

Celestia herself is much quieter when her first moan comes, and as I am for a moment rather lucid, I hatch a plan to get her to cry like a young filly taken for the first time. I slip my tongue deep into her folds, though not as deep as the guardsmare is into mine arsehole, and simultaneously summon two long and ethereal phallic objects, which widen quite a bit towards the ends facing away from me. Upon hearing my sister make a slight noise from my tongue's movement, I rapidly retreat it and thrust in both objects! Just as planned, my sister squirms, shakes, and screams out my name.

With just a little more thrusting of the objects, her fluids unleash onto the already-wet area I drooled upon, allowing me a few tastes with my tongue. Unfortunately, her hoof stroking my flower withdraws, leaving only Light Step's rimming. Contented at my work, I tend to mine own needs, reaching a hoof back. As I stroke my petals softly, I think not of the usual large stallions or mares in debaucherous clothing, but of what a wonderful sister I have. I begin to pant as my climax slowly approaches.

However, never one to be outdone, she soon pulls away my hoof, and slips her tongue inside. Her movements are so tender and careful, yet stimulating, that I am but jelly before them. After a few odd vocalizations of my pleasure, I cannot contain myself any longer, and I cry out her name so loud that I fear half the castle hears it. My body, meanwhile, is a complete ragdoll on the bed. I quiver, my holes clench around the tongues inside, and my cunt contributes to what is surely already a large puddle below my crotch. In this moment, I hope that my relationship with my sister may never end.