Catching Up

Luna stood out on her balcony, watching Celestia lower the sun. She closed her eyes as the great star sank beneath the horizon, and took a deep breath to center herself.

Tonight, she claimed what was hers again.

Her horn flared to life and she reached out, following alongside Celestia’s magical channels until they diverged from the path to the moon to follow the sun westward. Then, on her own, Luna reached out to her old prison, stretching through the Dream when the distance in the waking world became insurmountable. Tens of thousands of miles of silent, frigid space constricted, becoming a mere hoofspan in the Dream Realm and letting Luna touch her old charge for the first time in far, far too long.

For a moment, it was overwhelming. Feeling the moon again, its powdery, dusty surface, the craters and ravines carved by untold ages of meteor strikes, asteroids, and other cosmic debris pounding into it unhindered. The knowledge that she held dominion over the night, the tides, the stars, everything that she had been barred from for so long. A simple stone, yet so much more.

With tears in her eyes, Luna raised the moon. As it crept above the horizon, her magic flowed away from it, stripping away the glamour of the skies to reveal the cosmos beyond. Her magic danced an ancient dance, one she had performed countless times before; if she was a little rusty, if some of the stars and nebulas had drifted during her absence, Luna could not care. Where her magic paused, planets were revealed, and moons, glimpses of the beyond to inspire her ponies always to keep reaching further. Where it swirled, nebulas painted the night skies, promising further mysteries to be solved should ponykind ever exhaust those nearer it. The sky glowed brighter than it ever had during Celestia’s tenure as its keeper during these hours, and across Equestria, even beyond it, astronomers marveled at the details they could make out more clearly than ever before, entire galaxies visible from some of the far-off peaks of the Griffon Kingdoms.

For the first time in over a thousand years, the true glory of the universe that had given its ponies the power to dream was revealed. Luna felt that beauty echo throughout her nocturnal realm, sweeping away the most minor nightmares that lurked waiting for her and replacing them with awe and inspiration.

Luna breathed deeply, returning to herself and gazing upon her charge. She smiled broadly, satisfied that once again she could return to her true purpose.

Celestia circled through the night sky, marveling at her sister’s work again, and then wheeled back towards the balcony she stood upon.

“It is beautiful, sister,” Celestia smiled warmly. Luna wasn’t fully recovered yet, not quite at her full stature, but she was clearly the Princess of the Night now, clad in her silver and sapphire regalia. “I’ve missed this, and you, for far too long.”

“As have I,” Luna smiled. She flapped her wings once, lifting herself up to kiss Celestia on the lips. Celestia started to rear back in surprise, but Luna followed her, lowering her hind legs to stand with her barrel against the elder alicorn. Luna probed Celestia’s lips with her tongue, and with a soft moan, the solar diarch parted her lips as permission.

Luna took the opportunity and ran with it, plundering her sister’s mouth hungrily. Celestia’s wings tried to spread and wrap around her smaller sister, but Luna was quicker, her own dark wings pressing the lighter ones into place and embracing Celestia within them.

“Tonight, Sister, thou’rt mine,” Luna purred as their lips parted. “All you need do is say the word.”

“Luna,” Celestia started, only to moan as Luna’s horn began to glow and stroked along her stomach and hindquarters.

“You needn’t worry about me, Sister. You’ll have no doubts that I mean what I’m saying.”

“Can we at least get to the bed?” Celestia laughed, pushing Luna back playfully. “On the balcony is hardly appropriate!”

“Afraid that the guards might learn something, Sister?” Luna teased.

“Afraid that the press might,” Celestia corrected her. The elder sister closed her eyes and cast a spell. With a flash of light, the two were gone, reappearing above Celestia’s bed and falling back onto the cloud-cushion on top of it, Celestia on her back beneath Luna as their lips crashed together again.

Horns glowed, each alicorn removing the other’s regalia as they made out. Breaths of air were stolen greedily when their lips had to part to allow their peytrals through. A thousand years of pent up passion fought to be released in minutes, the two most powerful and refined ponies in Equestria reduced to stifled moans while they groped, stroked, and nipped at each other’s bodies.

Eventually, Luna stood above her sister, looking down into eyes that positively glowed with love and desire.

“Thou’rt beautiful, Celestia,” Luna murmured, leaning down for a less fevered kiss. “I have missed you, all of you, for so long. If you’ll let me, I would show you how badly.”

“Only as much as I’ve missed you, my Moon.” Celestia stretched out her hooves towards the four corners of the bed though, and Luna quickly summoned shackles to all of them, chaining her sister spread-eagled with bonds forged of stardust and moonlight.

“We shall see,” Luna teased, an impish gleam in her eyes as she leaned down to begin trailing kisses down Celestia’s throat. She nipped and nuzzled her way along the twitching muscles and pulsing veins and arteries beneath Celestia’s pearly white fur.

“Celestia Solus Invicti,” Luna crooned. “Bringer of warmth and light to Equestria. The eager plaything of her little sister, the former convict. Is that what’s held thee back, sister?” She stepped down off the bed, nuzzling down to Celestia’s chest and belly, getting a bit rougher with her nips as she reached the places her sister’s regalia would hide.

“N-never been ashamed of you, Luna!” Celestia gasped as her sister’s hoof found its way between her hind legs, tracing all around her swollen labia but never quite touching them. “I just mmph!”

Luna smirked up at Celestia as she summoned a long gag into her elder’s mouth.

“We never thought so, though We would not have blamed thee for it. No, sister, you were not ashamed of Us. ‘Twas thyself you were ashamed up, was it not?” Luna nuzzled into her sister’s blissfully soft fur, relishing the warmth of her Sun’s embarrassment and arousal. “Ashamed that a grown mare such as thee, Princess of the land, wished to feel her little sister’s lips meet hers in an obscene kiss. Ashamed that thou wished to be made a tool of pleasure. Ashamed that thou wished to be made to beg, to mewl, to plead like a whore?” Luna kissed one of Celestia’s nipples, suckling at the gentle mound like a foal at her mother’s teat.

Luna’s horn glowed, and Celestia gasped around her gag as she felt her sister’s magic sinking into her flesh, tricking her body into preparing for the near-foal nursing her. Milk flowed into Luna’s mouth, and the younger Princess drank greedily.

“Mmm… thou’rt delicious, sweet Sister!” Luna grinned up at her, then traded nipples, stepping over Celestia’s bound form and intentionally swaying her own slick, eager sex within inches of the alicorn’s nose before she took a mouthful of milk from the other breast. Celestia’s gag vanished, only to be replaced by Luna’s mouth, sharing the thick, creamy product of Celestia’s own body with the elder.

“Thy foals shall surely share thy love of cake, Sister,” Luna teased her, licking the faint trickles of milk that had escaped their mouths away. “The royal bakers would go to war for such sweet cream, and We may have it straight from the tap, whenever We wish.”

Celestia blushed fiercely, her cheeks glowing a rosy pink as Luna began to truly play with her body. The Lunar Princess massaged her teats magically, coaxing more milk into them as she taunted her willingly bound prisoner.

“Mayhaps We should get a cat,” Luna mused. “A good castle mouser, perhaps. And train her to ask nicely when she wants a treat? Wouldn’t that be a sight for the court; the Princess’ cat bringing her a mouse and settling in to nurse like a foal.” A sway of Luna’s horn, and the shadows of the room coalesced, bringing forth a wispy feline that settled in at one of Celestia’s teats and did just that.

“Or we could open the door to this chamber, invite in thy guards to plant a foal within thy womb. Would thou like that, Sister? A foal that we might raise as our own? No way to know which of our staff sired himself on thee, after all. Mayhaps a faint resemblance, but otherwise, the Solar Slut would have nothing to distinguish the father by amongst her many, many partners. Couldst thou imagine the scandal?”

Celestia moaned shamelessly as a shadow-foal took up her other teat, imagining exactly what a scandal it would be. The last time she’d taken a mate had scandalized the nobility when she announced she was with foal; not knowing who the sire was? It would probably kill half of them, and send the other half into a frenzy of speculation that would still be going on in the history books a thousand years after.

“And whilst the nobles spread rumors of debauched bacchanals, here we would be, in our little den,” Luna crooned, finally making her way between Celestia’s thighs. “Thy beloved little sister muzzle deep beneath thy gravid belly.”

With that, she sank her tongue and muzzle into Celestia’s eager sex, breathing in her musky, desperately hungry scent and drinking in the taste of her arousal. Celestia cried out, hoping that her sister had cast a soundproofing spell at some point. Four powerful legs pulled at their bonds, trying to pull together to embrace the source of her pleasure but held fast, leaving Celestia helpless. Then, Luna pulled her slick, dripping muzzle out of Celestia’s sex and took a deep breath. She dove back in, blowing that same breath up into Celestia’s body.

Celestia’s eyes went wide as she felt Luna’s breath pass through her deepest barriers, taking phantom form within her womb, swelling it with the illusion of coming life.

“Is there anything thou wouldst love more,” Luna panted as she drew back, grinning up above her sister’s swelling stomach, “than to be thy little sister’s broodmare?” She plunged her muzzle back in, tongue eagerly exploring depths that had gone untouched by mare or stallion for far, far too long, and with the expertise of centuries of illicit love behind it.

Celestia screamed as her climax took her, her body rocked by fantasy and flesh, orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. She didn’t know what she was saying, if anything, as she begged and cried and moaned for more.

Luna continued her efforts, drinking her sister’s fluids as they gushed forth, soaking her muzzle and dripping down her chest. She played Celestia’s quivering cunt like a master soloist whose instrument sang with pleasure. Finally, when her sister’s cries became more ragged, their pitch tinged with the faintest edges of pain, she drew back, leaping up over her illusions to settle on Celestia’s chest and kiss her hotly.

Celestia met the kiss weakly, savoring her flavor on her sister’s tongue and lips, an addictive treat she’d long ago broken herself of, only to dive headlong back into her vice.

Then she froze, as she heard a hoof knocking at her door.

Luna looked down at her playfully, wriggling against her chest, smearing Celestia’s fur with the younger alicorn’s arousal.

Celestia shook her head desperately, pleading with her eyes for Luna to send them away.

Luna nodded smugly, clearly having no intent to do so.

“Please?” Celestia whimpered.

“Trust me,” Luna mouthed back to her.

A moment passed, Luna giving Celestia the chance to decide. It felt like an eternity, but in all likelihood mere seconds passed before Celestia turned her head away from the door, blushing fiercely.

“Come in!” Luna called out.

The door glowed briefly, then opened to admit… Raven, who stuck her head in just a little. She paused briefly, shocked at the scene of her apparently pregnant employer being nursed by two illusions, but recovered swiftly.

“Princess, I’ve taken the liberty of clearing up your morning appointments for tomorrow, and of giving your guards a few assignments on the other end of the castle. But you should probably consider that they’ll be back shortly, and that this door was not made to hold up to the Canterlot Royal Voice.”

“We shall take it under advisement, Raven. Thank you,” Luna said dismissively. “We shall begin our nightly duties post-haste.”

“As you wish, Princess.” Raven ducked out, closing the door behind her, and Luna cast her soundproofing spell.

“You didn’t… the entire castle knows now!” Celestia gasped, staring up at Luna, shocked.

“Only those who already knew; your personal secretary and a single maid who is very discrete,” Luna promised. “And now, no matter how loud you are, nopony will hear the heights I drive you to.”

Luna released the spells that she’d cast on Celestia, the nursing illusions vanishing and swollen belly returning to normal, though her teats remained swollen with milk.

“However, first I have my own duties to attend to.”

“What?”Celestia asked her.

“After all, we are royals, and our obligations to the land come before our own wishes. I’ve put off my patrol of the Dream Realm long enough tonight.”

“Luna, you can’t be -”

“Farewell, Sister. If you need anything before I can return….” Luna smiled wickedly and leaned in close to her sister’s ear. “Just call the guards.”

With a flash of blue light, Luna teleported elsewhere in the palace, leaving Celestia bound to her bed, in a soundproofed room.

Celestia lay there, stunned at having been abandoned, and then started to laugh hysterically.

“Oh, Luna - this is what I get for making you wait to grow up again!”