“Attention, mares and gentlecolts of the court proper! May I have your attention, please!”
The royal chamber, which had been previously buzzing with the casual conversation of young and old alike, fell silent. Stationed at both sides of the hall, the audience obediently and uniformly gave their attention to a unicorn stallion--dressed pompously in a gold and pink doublet, complete with a large neck ruff and jingle-bell slippers--who stood in the very center of the chamber, just before the pulpit that rose up to two ornately decorated thrones. One throne was red with golden trim and the other dark blue with silver. It was noticeable, however, that the red throne was about a foot taller than the blue throne and slightly more centered.
“It is my pleasure as the Royal vizier, keeper of the Royal Seal, advisor to the Princesses, coordinator of the senate, both greater and lower chambers, arbiter of the high courts--”
“Retriever of our breakfast, hehe… ow!” a voice called out from behind the ornate oak door to the left of the throne. It was flanked by two guards who stood ready to open them when the occasion called for it. The ponies of the audience, as if on cue, uniformly turned to the door. The vizier looked as well. “Why did you bite us?”
“You’re being rude,” an older, more refined voice came through. “What if they could hear you?”
“We would not say anything behind their backs that we would not say to their faces.”
“I would certainly hope so. Thank goodness this door is soundproof.”
”Besides, do you question the fact that he is the one who fetches breakfast.”
There was a silence. One of the two guards stationed at the door moved to open it, but the other guard held a hoof up and shook his head. The pony in the ruff waited for a moment before continuing with his speech. He cleared his throat. “And without further ado…”
“Finally,” Luna said as she stared at the oak door before her. The beautiful carvings were totally lost on her as she slouched in wait.
“... I will call upon the altar colt to light the vigil in honor of those viziers who have previously served our Princess with poise and dignity.”
“Ugh, there’s more?” Luna said in disbelief. Celestia leaned over and quickly nipped Luna on the ear. Luna jumped, bumping against the door and nearly falling over in surprise. “Ow! Stop biting us!”
“No,” Celestia answered simply. “And you’re slipping into your old speech again.”
“Oh, bother,” Luna said rubbing her tender ear. “Always with the ‘I’s’ and the ‘me’s’. ‘We’ and ‘us’ are, in fact, measurably greater. Why don’t you act royal for once and speak for the crown?”
“Because I wish for the ponies to see me not only as a leader, but as a friend.”
“Pfft, friends. That Twilight Sparkle is having an effect on you.”
“Yes, she has. She has taught me many lessons on the value of friendship.” Celestia smiled fondly at the thought.
“Oh, we know. And not just the royal ‘we’. So does the whole castle staff. We can hear her teaching you all the way from our tower. ‘Oh, Twilight! Yes!’-- Ow!” Luna flinched as Celestia nipped at her ear once more. “We said to stop biting our ear!”
“This is completely false. Twilight is my faithful student and nothing more. And I wouldn’t have to bite you if you weren’t so rude.”
”Yes, we are aware that we are the fun princess and you are the biting nag.” She tenderly touched her ear, only to clench her teeth and seethe at the pain.
”Let’s just get through this day, please,” Celestia continued. “An ambassador from the griffon trade federation is coming tomorrow, and I have to draft an import proposal. We don’t need to stay here all night.”
”Most excellent,” Luna said, clopping her hooves together giddily. “We are excited to meet this griffon. We have many ideas to bring to the table.”
”....”
”....”
”....”
”What is it, Tia?”
Celestia rubbed the back of her head. ”Listen, Luna, I was thinking. Maybe, well… that it would be easier if I handled this trade dispute alone.”
Luna looked at her sister with an expression of disbelief. ”Sister! Again? You always do this!” She sat on her flank and crossed her hooves in a princess-like pout. “Why are we not allowed at trade negotiations? Are we not a princess?”
Celestia sighed. “Luna, we tried this, remember? Last time we brought you in, you told the Saddle Arabians we were going to invade them if they didn’t sell us their kerosine?”
Luna waved her hooves in disbelief. “Our ponies need kerosine, sister. ‘Tis the lifeblood of Equestria’s lamp industry! How would ponies conduct business during our most beautiful night?”
“By candle? Magic?”
“After they’d tasted the divine blessing of oil lamps? Nay, we should not subject our… subjects to this torture.”
Celestia sighed once more. “Luna, let’s just prepare for day court.”
Luna huffed. “Alright, but this is most certainly not over. We will talk about this later. Now, to get ready. Does our mane look okay?” She pointed to her starry night mane flowing in non-existent breeze, twinkling brightly as if on the clearest night.
“Yes, sister, your hair looks fine,” Celestia said smiling. “The stars are shining, as they say.”
”Good, good. Now, can you tell me…” Luna turned around and lifted her tail. “Does my marehood look presentable?”
”Luna!” Celestia nearly shouted with surprise. She turned her head slightly. “Don’t show me that!”
“Just answer the question. We have an important meeting later that we need to be ready for. A meeting of sorts….”
Celestia grimaced, looking away. Although, for some reason, she felt the need to peak again. Her sisters nether lips stared back, tight and supple as a mare a fraction of her age. “... Why is it so wet?” she finally asked.
“Alas,” Luna began. “We were engaged in the act of self love when the vizier interrupted us.”
“I can’t believe it,” Celestia said.
“We know. He is such a rude pony.”
Celestia simply sighed. “Ew, Luna, please, show some poise. Put your tail down.”
“What? Dost thou not have a marehood?”
“Of course,” answered Celestia. “But I don’t do such lewd things.”
Luna simply laughed. “You jest. We bet when the door is locked, you are far less princess-like than many would believe.”
Celestia watched as her sister winked at her; unfortunately not with her eyes.
“May I present to you...” the vizier announced in a grandiose fashion. “Your Royal Highnesses, Princess Celestia and her sister, Luna!”
“Finally… wait--Her sister? What does he mean by--”
“Shhh, Luna!” Celestia said in a hushed tone but still audible through the door. “Put your tail down!”
But it was too late. The door opened, pulled outwardly by two guards wearing golden barding and feathered-mohawk adorned golden helmets, and the mass of ponies in the audience collectively let out a gasp. It was not often, after all, that one would catch a glimpse of their regent’s pussy.
Luna quickly lowered her tail, perhaps the hint of a blush on her cheeks, and turned back around. Nopony said a word, a few blushing faces dotting the crowd. A pony coughed awkwardly in the corner. Some ponies shifted uncomfortably on their bleachers.
The princesses cantered side by side, toward the middle of the hall, halting before the thrones. Celestia and Luna bowed slightly to the court, as per tradition.
“Thank you, my little ponies,” Celestia began. “Please, be--”
“Be seated,” Luna quickly interrupted.
Celestia rolled her eyes before sighing and turning toward the throne. She sat down, finally relaxing after a long morning of talking up foreign dignitaries and signing trade agreements with the trade federation. Luna, however, gazed grumpily at Celestia and her throne. She looked at her own and clicked her tongue.
Celestia signed again. “What, Luna?”
“It’s just,” she began, kicking a hoof. “Have you ever noticed that your throne is just the tiniest bit taller than my throne?”
“Well, I am taller than you, sister.”
“We know that, of course,” Luna said defensively. “We are the shorter, smaller, and more petit princess, as everypony knows. Some would say, the more classically beautiful of the two. Oh, not to say that you’re not pretty or something along those lines. You’re very beautiful… for a plus-sized princess.”
“Luna!” Celestia snapped. “Don’t you think we could save this for later?”
Luna nodded, turning her head to see the entire congregation of their ponies staring at them. “We suppose the discussion of throne sizes can be held later.” And with that she took a seat on her cushion.
The stallion in the ruffled doublet trotted forward, scroll in hoof, clearing his throat. “I now officially declare the Royal court session of April the 30th, in the 2019th year of our Princess Celestia--”
”And Princess Luna,” the moon princess mumbled quietly as the stallion continued.
“That doesn’t even make any sense, you’re two years younger than me,” Celestia replied in an equally quiet tone.
“It is you who does not make the sense, sister.”
“Luna, can we please just focus on our little ponies?”
The stallion, raising a small bugle to his muzzle and giving it a blow. Luna and Celestia both grimaced as the noise of a dying animal echoed from wall and glass. “... And so, with that,” he continued. “I now open the floor to complainants. Each pony will receive no more than three minutes to air their complaint in order to keep the court moving. Lieutenant Boots, please allow the first waiting pony into the chamber.”
The golden doors opened, and in walked three ponies: a mare in the middle, and two royal guards at her sides. They walked forward slowly, which seemed to put strain on the mare; most likely due to her heavy shackles. The princesses and the audience watched with shock as the mare was almost entirely bound in every way possible. When they finally arrived before Celestia and Luna, the Royal guards removed the retraining pole from around her neck, the hoof cuffs from her forelegs, and finally the muzzle from her muzzle. The mare, almost instantly fell to a bow. The ponies in attendance began to mutter among themselves until Celestia held up a hoof in order of silence.
“What is your name?” Celestia asked with authority.
“Lily Crest, your highness,” she answered.
“And why, Lily, are you in my court today?”
The stallion in the neck ruffle cleared his throat and held up his scroll. “She is here, your highness, from violating a city ordinance yesterday, April the 30th, in the 2019th year of our Princess Celestia--”
“And Princess Luna,” Luna added.
The stallion halted for a moment before continuing. “She broke city ordinance 213, subsection B, part III, which thus follows: a pony must not expel expel trash, rubbish, garbage, or refuse outside of proper receptacle bins within the confines of the city.” He motioned to the mare. “She threw her garbage at a nearby receptacle, and then left it there when she missed.”
Collectively, the audience gasped.
“What?” Celestia asked confusedly. “You mean all of this is for littering? I thought it was just a warning followed by a small fine for repeated offenses. When was this law changed?”
“Ah,” Luna interrupted. “No need to thank me, sister. I have rectified a small error within the writing of that law about a week ago. The law has been reverted to its original form from back in my rule; five years in the dungeon for every piece of litter dropped! Oh, and a caning.”
“Luna,” Celestia said, her hoof smacking her own forehead.
“Your highness,” the mare said, eliciting a scowl from the vizier. “If I may, I’ve come to ask for clemency from the court.” The mare bowed deeply, nearly touching the ground as she did so. She slowly came back up. The poor mare was nearly in tears. “You s-see, Princess, I-I didn’t mean to litter. I-It was an accident. Really! I was watching m-my seven young ones--septuplets, your highness--play in the park; I had recently been l-laid off from my job, and without the father around, I had only the briefest of moments to rest on a park bench while my foals played. I couldn’t necessarily afford a play set for them at home, you see, so we have to go to the park when I get off of work.” Several ponies in the watched with covered muzzles and teary eyes. And aside from the obvious sympathy for the mare being arrested for absolutely nothing whatsoever, Celestia felt a gut-wrenching sorrow for the poor mare who clearly had more on her plate than she could handle.
“Your highness, I know I don’t deserve a pardon, but my poor foals can’t survive without me. I need to work to feed them and put them through school!” She bowed again, tears falling to the ground. “Please, Princess, have mercy on me.”
“Alas,” Luna began, “there is nothing we can do for you. After all, the law is the law. And--”
But she was interrupted by Celestia who held up a hoof. Without a word, the solar princess rose and began to slowly walk down to the bowing mare. The stallions prepared to take action if the mare made a move, but Celestia waved them off. Standing before the mare, the sun princess tapped her on the head softly.
“Rise, my little pony,” she said in a calming voice. “There is no need to be frightened.”
Lily rose to her hooves tentatively, not looking at her princess in the eyes, but obeying her nonetheless.
Celestia turned to the audience, her chest puffed outward mane flowing extra-luxuriously in the ethereal breeze. She began to speak to them in a commanding, grandiose voice: “I declare that this pony’s transgressions against the crown are forgiven!”
This was met with immediate applause. The audience beat their hooves together and on their seats, showing their approval for Celestia’s mercy.
“What?” Luna said, her brow furrowed. “Why are they?....”
Celestia silently turned to her sister and gave her a shit-eating grin before quickly turning back to the court.
“And that is not all,” she said followed by the entire crowd hushing. “I declare that from this day forward, no act of littering shall be punished with more than a stern warning, or a small fine! We will no longer allow the old ways to punish innocent ponies for small mistakes.” The crowd got up from their seats this time, clapping their hooves on the ground while whistling and cheering for their princess. “For that viewpoint is outdated, foalish, and very stupid!”
“Thank you, Princess!” the mare said, tears in her eyes. “I’m eternally grateful! I’ll never litter again as long as I live!” She leaned up and quickly kissed Princess Celestia’s hoof. “I’m going home to take care of my foals!”
The mare departed and the audience was roused into one more round of applause. Celestia humbly accepted the praise, bowing slightly to her ponies which only elicited more applause.
“Isn’t she amazing?” one voice asked in the audience.
“WE LOVE YOU, PRINCESS CELESTIA,” another voice called from a very muscular white pegasus.
“Alright, my little ponies,” Celestia said. “Settle down, settle down… vizier,” she said to the pony in the ruffled collar. “You may allow in the next complainant.”
Celestia moved to sit back down, noticing Luna nearly boiling in her seat. Celestia only smiled and gracefully took her place in the bigger throne.
“I know,” Celestia whispered. “Sometimes it astounds me how much our ponies love me. I just don’t know what gets into them.”
“Hmph,” was all Luna could say as she turned her muzzle the other way.
The crowd fell silent as the large golden doors across the hall were opened. On the other side, a bat pony flanked by two guards trotted forward. The bat pony was a dark shade of gray, sporting an eye-patch and a grizzled, unkempt mane style. His wings, leathery and dry, were torn in a few places. The guards guided him forward until he was directly in front of the princesses.
“Ah, yes,” Luna said. “A thestral. Have no fear, sister, we will take care of this one.” She cleared her throat. “Our little pony,” she said with authority. “What is it that brings thou to thine Princess on this fine day?”
“Your highness,” the vizier interrupted. He bowed and moved forward. “We bring to you, one of the most wanted fugitives in the entire kingdom. This pony goes by many names: the canterlot Vampire, the fruit snatcher, the mango thief, Bitey McGee, and most infamous of all… Ted. It has taken our guard-investigators many years to track him down, catch him and stop his wave of tyranny. We thought, given the high profile of this individual, his sentence should be handed out by one of the regents themselves. He has been charged with theft in the highest degree! None of the mango stands in the entire city have been safe with this one roaming around. Not only has the property damage been uncountable, but he has bitten nearly every mango seller in the city! From my understanding, young foals are told to behave lest they receive a visit by El Vampiro de los mangos.”
Luna stood up slowly and moved down the rising toward the bat thief. He made no movement at all. “That is quite enough, vizier,” she said. Carefully, she gave the bat pony a pat on the head. Suddenly, and without warning, he nipped at her hoof, barely missing as his fanged jaws snapped shut just an inch short of her flesh. The guards on either side of him grabbed his neck aggressively. Shocked, Luna removed her hoof from the biting-zone, but held it up to stop the guards.
“Wait,” she said. “Allow me.” She took a deep breath and looked at the audience with a fiery passion in her eyes. With great majestic quality, she declared: “This bat pony’s transgressions against the crown… are forgiven!” Luna looked up, mouth smiling and eyes elated. But instead of the roar of applause she was expecting, most ponies sat silently, mouths agape.
Shrugging, she moved back to the bat pony. “No longer,” she continued, “will archaic laws disallow our little ponies from supplicating their most basic needs. I know, it might be shocking to some of you, but I do believe that mercy is the way of the future!”
“Princess,” the vizier said worriedly. “This pony has committed vast, vast amounts of crime! I am not questioning you but, I mean… why?”
“Because we are the fairest--and the fairest--of all the princesses in the kingdom, my dear… homosexual. We are simply taking pity on this clearly repentant individual. And how can we be so certain of his guilt? Are you certain that he committed these crimes?”
“Your highness, he has admitted to the crimes!”
“No doubt under duress. We know how quickly royal guard resort to torture to get a confession from innocent ponies.”
“Princess Luna,” the vizier said, “He’s got mango juice and blood on his lips right now. He bit a guard on the way in. Look!”
Luna looked, and there did appear to be both of those juices upon his muzzle. But Luna scoffed. “Regardless, he is at least repentant, no?”
“Repentant?” the vizier asked.
Luna turned to the bat pony. “You, subject, with your newfound freedom, what do you plan to do? Surely after your life of crime, you plan to retire to work a farm and earn a decent, honest living.”
“Depends,” the bat pony said.
“On what, may we ask?”
“You got any mangoes around here?”
Luna paused. “Well, um, what of the biting? Will you do it again?”
“Eh, probably not.”
Luna smiled. “Aha! See? Fully reformed villain,” she turned to Princess Celestia. “Just like what Twilight Sparkle does to all the villains she meets.” She turned back to the bat pony. “Now, away with his bondage! Be free, my pony of the night.”
The guards hesitated, looking at the Princess, then one another. They uniformly shrugged and undid the harnesses on the thestral. Once freed, the thestral rubbed his hooves and turned to Princess Luna.
“Thanks, bitch,” he said smiling.
Luna’s brow furrowed. “Forgive us, disciple, but what does this bitch word mean? We are new to this modern slang, as it were.”
“Oh, uh, it means ‘best princess’, your highness.”
She turned to her sister, beaming brightly. “See? I’m the ‘bitch’, even he says so.” If Celestia smacked her own forehead any harder, she would have had brain damage. The thestral quickly trotted back down the hall and out of the doors. Luna, smiling smugly at her sister as she ascended the steps, sat down in her chair.
“Ahh, yes, our work is quite rewarding, isn’t it?”
Celestia didn’t even look up, her head still leaning against her hoof as she grimaced. “Next in line,” was all she said.
The door opened once more, and unlike the first two times, only one pony stood in wait. She was slow to move, lingering quietly for a brief moment before finally taking a single step forward. Celestia noticed, after finally looking up, that the mare was quite a bit older than the usual pony who visited these chambers. Her wrinkles showed a number of years and experience, and her gait revealed that those years were certainly not easy on her. A green cloak hung loosely to her body, which might have been rather fetching on a younger mare.
Finally, she stopped in front of the princesses, offering a small bow which although small, seemed to put a fair amount of stress on her legs. “Your highnesses,” she said in a gravelly, untamed voice.
“My little pony,” Celestia responded. “How may I serve you?”
“Well,” she began slowly. “I--”
“You, over there,” Luna interrupted, pointing to a guard. “We are hungry. Fetch us snacks.”
“Luna!” Celestia said through her teeth. “Would you stop, you can eat later.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “We cannot help that we are famished, sister. We did not get to eat a full breakfast.”
“And whose fault is that?” Celestia asked. “You refused to eat the blueberry salad that was prepared for us.”
“Princesses--” the older mare attempted to interject, only to be interrupted once more.
“We hate blueberries. Which, we know, the irony is not lost on us. But they are foul, disgusting little fruits meant for the peasantry. Cast them into the fire! We cannot stand them. Just as you, sister, cannot stand the common banana!”
“Can’t you see you’re being rude to this old mare! Erm, I mean… this experienced mare.” Celestia turned slightly red as she gave ‘sorry eyes’ to the complainer.
“See!” Luna said, “it is you who is rude! Commenting on this mare’s unseemly appearance like that. For shame, Celestia. Perhaps it is us who should ban you from taking part in important meetings with foreign ambassadors!”
“Luna, for the last time!” Celestia said. “You can’t take part in these meetings because you asked me ‘where I hid the economy’ the other day.”
Luna rose sharply. She stamped a hoof down. “We will find this economy wherever you have hidden it, and we will steal its secrets!”
The audience whispered among themselves as the vizier held up his hooves to get them under control. What started out as a hushed argument between sisters had suddenly turned into a shouting match.
“I would just like to--” the peasant mare tried to say, but once again she was cut off.
“After one thousand years on the moon, you are still just a foal.”
“Oh!” Luna said, wide-eyed and flailing her forelegs around. “We cannot believe that you just went there!” She huffed. “You should recall, lest we all forget, that it was you who put us up there! Your own sister, on the moon for a thousand years.”
Celestia was shouting now. “You were evil! And trying to keep the moon out forever!”
“So?” Luna asked, crossing her forelegs. “What’s so evil about keeping the moon out forever?”
Celestia’s mouth hung open. “Luna, all of our crops would die without the sun. We would all starve to death!”
“Pfft… says you.”
“Princesses, Princesses…” the older mare spoke, finally receiving their attentions. “Please do not fight. Sisters should never fight.”
Luna huffed and turned her head. “It is not a ‘fight’. That would imply my sister has a fair point.”
Celestia shook her head, eyes wide. “Luna, you are entirely unreasonable!”
The two sisters continued their back and forth. The mare shook her head and clicked her tongue. “I have come here with a problem that needed to be solved… but it appears that my problem is a single drop in a thunderstorm. You are sisters, you should not be fighting,” she pleaded without being heard. “This path only ends in pain. I know this because I, too, once had a sister. And oh did we fight. We argued over simple things, small and insignificant. And never once did we agree on something.” She paused. “But then our mother, wise as she was, gave us an amazing gift. A gift I will now give to you--”
The vizier put a hoof up. “I’m sorry,” he said. “But your time with the princesses is over. Please leave through the doors, and if you would like, come back another day.”
The mare simply smiled, her horn lighting up before sparking. Celestia and Luna felt a small jolt, but nothing painful or entirely too noticeable. It could have simply been mistaken as a small shiver up the spine, or a static shock to their legs. They were too busy arguing to even hear the mare.
The mare bowed her head. “I hope your highnesses will find better days to come.” And with that, the guard escorted her out of the hall. Celestia and Luna continued to not look at each other, giving advice and helping ponies separately for the rest of the court. Nothing of note happened; although, both sisters felt odd for some reason. Neither knew why, but there was certainly something curious about the way they felt. But both chose to ignore it completely.
“... And thus concludes today’s court!” announced the vizier. “Thank you to all the ponies, nobles and commoners, who have attended this evening. The next court session will be on Monday, the 8th of May!” There was a smattering of applause, but most ponies had already gotten up and moved toward the exit. The vizier turned back to Celestia and Luna and then bowed.
“Your highnesses,” he began. “Would you like me to prepare the dining hall for supper?”
Celestia shook her head. “That would not be necessary. Judging by how my sister,” she turned her head and glared at Luna, “decided to loudly eat in the middle of court, she is not going to eat dinner. And I believe I will retreat to my quarters to rest. I’m not very hungry.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “Spoiled my dinner, hm? You sound just like mother.” She turned to the vizier. “On an unrelated note, vizier, I do not require dinner, thank you.”
Both sisters rose simultaneously and trotted off in opposite directions. As Celestia trotted through the oak door, she gave one last huff. “Brat,” she muttered. Luna always seemed to push her buttons. She was ridiculous and old fashioned and refused to understand any reasoning whatsoever. Why did she get stuck with somepony so bullheaded as a sister? Sometimes, she thought to herself, she regretted not making Luna’s trip to the moon just a few years longer.
As she rounded the corner and trotted past a pair of saluting guards, however, she softened. No, she shouldn’t think things like that. Luna was her sister, and no matter what she should always stick with her. And sending her to the moon was just pushing the problem to a later date. They should have a talk; maybe she could introduce some tutors disguised as ‘advisors’. Then perhaps her sister wouldn’t be so ignorant. It was undeniable that much had changed over the past thousand years. It was understandable how Luna would be so far behind. And, even though Celestia wanted to deny it, she couldn’t help but realize that she was partially to blame.
But it didn’t help that Luna has always been difficult. That was just her way of dealing with things.
Celestia’s bed chambers were in the tower opposite to Luna’s. And if one stood on the balcony, and another stood on Luna’s balcony, they could even wave at each other. It was a pleasant thought that Luna and her would be seperate, but in some ways together. They were a pair, after all. As Celestia stood before her bedroom door, the guards saluted and opened it up for her.
“Thank you,” she said. “I should ask that no one disturbs me during the night. Let nopony enter this room.”
“Yes, your highness,” one guard responded. And with that, Celestia entered her living quarters.
She quickly pushed any thought of Luna out of her mind. Now was not the time to bellyache over her sibling. It was time to pamper herself. She was relatively simple when it came to sleeping arrangements. Instead of a large, four-banister bed with an expensive wood frame and large mattress--in other words, a bed befitting a princess--she chose to sleep on a circular futon that was fitted into a foot-deep cove near the fireplace. Here she could sit by the fire on cold winter night, or even read under the moonlight.
Which is exactly what she chose to do. Grabbing a book, she laid down on her bed, making sure to stuff a few pillows under her back and under her head. Sighing, she smiled, and she drifted away into a world of novel fantasy.
“Prude!” Luna seethed, not so much under her breath. Celestia was such a goody-goody two-horseshoes pony with her head up her own butt. And she never once allowed Luna to exert her regal power over the kingdom since she had returned. No extensive talks with yak ambassadors, no permanent changes to laws, not even one public lashing. It was as if the pony she knew back in the day had completely changed and left her behind.
Maybe that’s exactly what happened, Luna thought.
But she shook her head. None of that. Not tonight.
Luna rounded the corner and came to the doors to her room. As she arrived, two thestral guards saluted. “No entry to our room. Understood?”
“Yes, your highness.” And with that, the guards opened the double doors to Luna’s shadowy quarters. The natural moonlight lit up most of the room with the help of a few spells to light up the darker corners. It was how Luna preferred to live; except when she liked to read, and then she brought out the amazing kerosine lamp. It certainly was a godsend, she believed.
But tonight was not a reading night. No, something was far more important at the moment. Luna had to cum, and she needed to cum now.
“Alright,” she said to herself. “Time for a little ‘princess time’.” Luna went to her bed and hopped up, throwing off her hoof braces and crown unceremoniously onto the ground “Finally, time to blow the steam…” she said.
Luna leaned back on a pillow and spread her legs apart. Below, a pair of soft lips were nestled in between Luna’s dripping thighs. For a moment, Luna was confused, because despite the fact she was incredibly horny, and her fur was slick, her pussy didn’t appear wet at all. In fact, they didn’t look nearly as dark as usual. Perhaps this was because of how horny she was. She took one hoof and placed it on the side of her vulva, spreading them out slowly, revealing her pink insides and winking clit.
“Hmm,” she said. “You’re looking a little bit bigger tonight, aren’t you?”
Her clit winked as if in response.
“Oh, shh, shh, shh… I know. You must feel all pent up. Well, don’t you worry~” she reached down and began to stroke. “We are most certainly going to fix that.”
Celestia nearly screamed. Her eyes went wide, and her coat blanched if it was even capable of such a thing. Her legs instantly opened and her eyes darted down to her pussy. It didn’t look like anything was wrong. But it was a bit too dark to see down there completely. After all, it was almost entirely dark in her room. She had accidentally blown out the candle which she had placed nearby.
“Wha--” was all she could say. Did something just touch her down there? It felt like something her lips were moving. She quickly looked around, seeing if anypony was in the room with her. A spy, possibly? An assassin? She nearly called the guards, but she stopped herself. No, she was alone. There were spells on the room that would inform her otherwise.
“Huh… I suppose it must have been a muscle cramp.” She shook herself and picked up her novel once again. It was just getting to the exciting part, too. The stallion knight had finally saved the princess and was about to kiss her.
But just as she turned the page, her stomach sank. “Ah!” she shouted, throwing her legs open again. “Ah! Wha-- Ungh!” she couldn’t even speak a word, let alone a sentence. Her pussy, as she watched it, did nothing but wink. That was not so unusual, but what very strange was feeling of somepony rubbing her clitoris and vulva like a foal petting their pet pussycat.
Celestia tried to shout to her guards, but only a soft moan fell from her mouth. Her throat was too busy providing husky moans and grunts to match the amount of pleasure she was receiving.
She gathered herself, trying to ignore the pleasure. She needed to figure out what was happening! Taking her hooves, she spread her pussy lips apart to look inside. What she saw was surprising; her pussy was absolutely soaked. It was, perhaps, the wettest she had ever seen her pussy. Her pink insides were absolutely dripping with mare juices as they fell to her clean sheets, soiling them with pheromone laced vaginal essence.
And then suddenly, it stopped.
Celestia panted, leaning backward on her pile of pillows, legs spread to reveal her shame to the world. “Wha-... ahhhh! What was...?” Her stomach was aflutter and her mind was in a daze. It was undeniable that she was dangerously close to orgasm when the rubbing stopped. A part of her was thankful that the violation had ceased, but another part of her wished that it had gone on just a moment longer.
She looked down, over her stomach as it rose and fell with heavy breath.
“I think… I think it’s over….”
She sighed.
Luna dug in. Her slit wasn’t as wet as usual, but that was no problem. She was a prolific squirter, and a few strokes would get the gears running no problem. She laid back onto her pillows, moaning at the feeling of….
“Hmm,” she grunted. “‘Tis not as sensitive as usual.”
Luna spread her vulva apart and stroked her clit directly.
“....”
She stroked harder, the moisture now beginning to build on her hoof and in her cunt.
“Ugh, mmm…” she rubbed in a circle. She rubbed from left to right. She rubbed up and down.
“Argh! Why doth mine pussy not feel pleasure!” Finally, Luna quit rubbing. Her fleshy vulva were more engorged now, showing their wetness, and even winking as if taunting the princess. Luna grinded her teeth together, the desire for pleasure burning within her.
“Okay, clitoris, if thou wants to play rough, we shall play it rough!”
Luna rolled off the bed and onto her hooves, stomping toward a small dresser in the corner. She threw open the bottom drawer revealing a variety of silicon phalluses and vibrating toys all meant to pleasure a beautiful princess, or so the salespony said. She rifled through the articles, picking up a rather large dildo before nodding and tossing it over onto her bed. She went back to the drawer and once again pulled out a toy, this time a small vibrating wand that she tested. It buzzed to life, and Luna smiled deviously.
Returning to her bed, Luna laid back down on her pillow pile and reached for a toy. Spreading her legs, she looked down at her pussy. “I command thee, vagina!” She placed the vibrating wand against her clitoral hood. “Thou shalt cum!”
And with that, she turned on the vibration.
“Ahhh haahhhh aaaaahhh!!” Celestia moaned as her pussy went pulses of pleasure throughout her body. She couldn’t speak, let alone breathe. “Whyyyyyyyyy… ungh!”
Princess Celestia writhed in pleasure, rolling over onto all fours and for the briefest moment, attempting to stand up. However, her legs wobbled and she faltered back down. Her legs were jello, and there was simply nothing she could do about it.
Her pleasure was rising, she could feel it growing within.
“Gah… ah!” She slammed her thighs together as they shook uncontrollably.
“N-No! I sh-shouldn’t… D-Don’t c-cum… d-don’t cummmm… ungh!”
Celestia had made the decision long ago to become perfectly chaste. It was how a princess must behave. In this way, ponies could look up to her as a pure being, one worthy of being followed. But all those years of never giving in to her basic urges had been dashed away as her needy pussy winked and throbbed with the orgasm that had been built up for so long.
Her breath caught in her throat and her pussy seized, clit winking uncontrollably. For the first time in years, completely out of her own control, Princess Celestia came. And she came hard.
The last thing she felt before she blacked out was the largest orgasm of her life taking hold of her body in a way that she could have never even imagined.
“Come on!” Luna shouted. “Cum, dammit! Feel something, anything!” She rubbed the vibrator up and down her slit, pressing it against her clit whenever she winked.
“Useless pussy! Why can’t we feel--”
And just when Luna was about to remove the vibrator, a jet of marecum rushed out of her pussy, squirting all over her thighs, sheets, and bed. It was a solid jet, lasting more than a few seconds, soaking practically everything in its path with hot, sticky mare juice.
“... anything?”
She removed the vibrating wand, inspecting her slit for anything that might help her uncover this mystery. Her brow furrowed. “Did we just… squirt?”
Luna leaned over and sniffed the puddle that had accumulated beneath her. “Hmm… it certainly smells so. Though, it does smell odd.” She licked the small puddle. “Hmm, it tastes odd as well. Most unusual.” Continuing her investigation, she reached for a kerosine lamp on her bedside table and twisted the knob to unleash the light. “Miracle oil,” she said, “reveal to me my marehood’s secrets!”
As she lowered the light, it suddenly dawned on her that something was very wrong. Her pussy was usually a slightly darker shade than her coat, but she nearly gasped as she noticed it was almost pink!
“Pink? Alas! We are stricken with an ailment! Our beautiful, beautiful princess-hood has been tainted!” She swiftly rolled off the bed, galloping to the door. She threw the doors open, much to the surprise of the guards outside.
“Your highness?”
“Wake the gynecologist! We have an emergency!”
Celestia was woken to the sound of a sharp knock on her bedroom door. She roused to the waking world, stretching her back and hooves as she did every morning, a few unruly joints popping as she did so.
“Your highness?” came a voice. “It is your royal vizier, Cathcart… Princess, do you intend on raising the sun this morning?” There was a short pause. “Because some ponies are beginning to worry after dawn should have broke… well, an hour ago.”
Celestia’s eyes shot open. She lifted her head to a dark room, panicking at the thought of shirked duty. Her horn lit up with muscle memory, raising the sun to its proper place in the morning sky. At least, that's what she felt with her magic. And given the sudden illumination of her room, the daily ritual was once again a success.
Celestia stood up, knees shaking as she did so. Slowly, she hobbled to the door, magicking it open with her horn.
She let out a sigh of relief. “I apologize,” she said, “it seems I have overslept.”
The vizier, once again dressed as pompous as possible, gave her a funny look. “Your highness, are you alright? You’ve never once been late to raise the sun before.” He paused. “Are you suffering the same ailment as your sister?”
Celestia’s ears perked. “My sister is sick? What’s wrong with her?”
“Nothing terrible,” he answered. “The doctor said so himself. Perhaps it is the result of an ‘overactive hoof’ as he put it.”
“What?” Celestia said, puzzled.
“Nevermind,” the vizier answered. “You should speak with her highness Princess Luna about it. She will be able to provide better council.” He bowed. “Shall we make our way to the dining hall now?”
Celestia nodded absentmindedly, following the vizier as they made their way through the halls. Suddenly, she remembered the night before. That wasn’t real, was it? She didn’t spontaneously orgasm from nothing, did she? That was preposterous. No, it was all a dream. The sheets were dry, after all--she remembered that she had a certain habit of making a mess upon climax back when she gave in to her lust--and she didn’t smell like mare juices at all. Except for her marehood. As she trotted, she could feel her wet, puffy lips rubbing against each other. She couldn’t help but think of Luna possibly suffering from the same effects. Perhaps there really was a conspiracy against them.
It was a short walk as the dining hall was relatively close to her quarters; a detail she very purposefully made sure that the builders would ensure upon the construction of the castle. Things seemed relatively hectic with the castle staff, no doubt a result of her failure to wake up in time. Her little ponies hustled up and down the halls, moving food, cleaning supplies, and carts full of books and documents no doubt to catch up for the missed hour. Celestia could only blush.
As they finally arrived to the dining hall, the smell of fresh blueberry pancakes filled her nose. They were her favorite, after all. Her mouth was watering and her stomach was rumbling. After skipping dinner the night before, she was more than ready to eat now.
And conveniently, as she rounded the corner, she noticed her sister sitting at the far end of the large dining table with more than fifty place settings. It was nice for large feasts when they chose to have them. But for now, being the only two eating at the table, it was rather inconvenient to have to walk all the way from one end of the large hall to the other. She sometimes felt bad for the wait-staff.
Trotting up to Luna, Celestia smiled. She didn’t know why, but she was happier than usual despite sleeping in. “Hello, sister,” she said. She put on a concerned face. “I heard you’re sick. Are you alright?”
Luna, on the other hand, did not look so glowing. Her coat and mane had lost their particular shine and sheen. The stars in her mane were far less bright, and the bags under her eyes indicated the exact opposite of the morning Celestia had experienced.
Luna simply nodded. “Something awful has happened,” she said. “And the doctor was of no use to us.”
Suddenly, a plate of blueberry pancakes was placed in front of Celestia as well as a bottle of maple syrup. The waitress pony bowed and departed as Celestia gave a quick thank you. When she left the room, Celestia was entirely alone with Luna. She quickly took a bite before turning her attention back to her sister.
“Tell me, what did the doctor say?”
“He told us…” she began slowly. “He told us that we should stop clopping!”
Celestia chewed her food, somewhat taken back. She mulled over the thought before swallowing. “Sounds like fairly decent advice, sister.”
“What?!” Luna said. “Stop pleasuring ourselves? What sort of nonsense is that?”
Celestia rolled her eyes and giggled. “It’s not nonsense. If your jokes are any indication, it seems you masturbate quite often. Perhaps too much. What was your problem in the first place.”
Luna grumbled, “Loss of sensitivity.”
Celestia nodded. “That seems about right.”
Luna crossed her hooves. “It’s never happened to us before, even though the doctor assured me it was possible. He said that by clopping too often, the feeling of pleasure would be dulled.”
“He is a doctor, after all, Luna.”
“Well it’s certainly never happened to us before.”
“Simply take a couple weeks and try again another time. I’m sure it will go away.”
“Weeks?” Luna asked flabbergasted. “I have to wait weeks?”
“Is that a problem?” Celestia asked.
Luna deflated. “We are already suffering from the burning of the loins! Surely there must be something that can be done.” She stood up from the table, turning around and lifting her tail. “Not to mention, we have never heard of such a case as the vulva turning an entirely different color!”
Celestia remembered distinctly from the day before that Luna’s lips were a darker shade of blue. But those lips were certainly not blue. Instead, they were pink, and they were quite puffier than normal. Celestia felt odd that she knew what her sister’s privates ‘normally’ looked like. Her slit was taller than normal, and as Luna winked, a funny thought crossed through her mind. The lips looked quite familiar to her. Like she had seen them before.
“We rubbed and rubbed our poor kitten last night, and we couldn’t feel a thing!” Luna said. “And it changed color as well. Have you ever heard of that happening?”
Celestia shook her head, looking around to make sure no ponies were watching them. “Luna, please, not at the table. I don’t want to see my sister’s privates while I eat.” She tried to block her line of sight with a hoof. “I suppose you should take it easy for the next few days, though. Perhaps the doctor will think of something. Or, actually, I could have Twilight Sparkle come and take a look.”
Luna growled in frustration. “If she must, then we will submit to her treatment.” She sighed. “Why must bad things always happen to good ponies?” Absentmindedly, Luna reached back and rubbed her pussy once as if to test if it was still numb.
Celestia nearly jumped out of her seat. “Eep!” she said, falling forward against the table. Luna quickly turned around and looked curiously at Celestia.
“What?” she asked. “Sister, are you alright?”
Celestia nodded, red faced and rigid. “Luna, something very strange is happening to me….”
“What is it, Tia? Are you feeling ill as well?”
“Oh,” she began. “You could say that.”
“Well, tell us.”
“If only it were so simple.” Celestia gulped. “I’m not sure you would believe me if I told you. Last night, before bed, something very strange happened to me. I had a dream… well, a dream that I don’t have very often anymore. I had a dream that I--you know. That I….”
“What?”
“That I orgasmed.”
“So?” Luna asked. “Wet dreams are very common. They are simply a reflection of a pony’s inner desires. Specifically when they are denied for so long.” She gazed curiously at Celestia. “Tell us, sister, when was the last time you came?”
Celestia instantly blushed. “Luna, I can’t say something so crass.”
“We are sisters, we can share anything with each other. Just tell us when the last time you orgasmed from sex or masturbation.”
Celestia sat silently for a moment. “Well…” she began. “I suppose it has been quite some time. Three years, perhaps? But that was just once accidentally. I was sitting in a very rumbly cart. And before then it must have been about two years. So, I’d say five years since I’ve actively sought… climax.”
Luna’s mouth dropped open. She just stood there quietly, her brow furrowed. “You jest,” she said.
Celestia shook her head.
“That is the truth, Luna.”
Luna clicked her tongue. “No wonder you had a wet dream! Your pussy is the most neglected in the kingdom!”
“Luna!”
“But it’s true! You don’t even rub it a little?”
“Luna, that’s... it’s wrong.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “Sister, there is absolutely nothing wrong with a mare enjoying the pleasures of her body.” She turned around and lifted her tail. “See? ‘Tis all natural. Watch,” she brought a hoof to her lips and began to stroke. “Perfectly normal… well, if we felt it, it would be normal. But alas, our condition prevents us from enjoying it so.”
But Celestia wasn’t listening. The moment Luna’s hoof touched her pussy, Celestia’s groin lit up with pleasure.
“L-Luna! S-Stop! Ah!”
Luna ceased her rubbing. “You are simply in denial, sister. A good rubbing will do you good.”
Celestia tried to catch her breath, electricity running up her body as her pussy winked. She suddenly had a theory. It was ridiculous, but given what she just saw, and what had happened the night before in her ‘dream’, perhaps it was possible.
“Luna,” Celestia said as calmly as she could. “I have a strange request. Could you… touch yourself again?”
Luna scrutinized Celestia for a moment. “... Alright,” she said. She brought a hoof up and touched her snout. “Is that all?”
Celestia rolled her eyes. “No, Luna, I meant could you touch yourself… your marehood.”
“Do our ears deceive us? Touch our loins, quoth Celestia? Our most private of places? Surely you jest… or perhaps you are an adventurous changeling who has taken the place of our boring sister.”
“Luna, I think ‘private place’ isn’t the right word for your marehood.”
Luna’s eyes widened in shock. She huffed immediately and upturned her nose. “Well then, perhaps we won’t touch our loins if you’re being so rude.”
Celestia sighed. “No, Luna, please. I was only joking. This is just a test. Could you touch yourself again?”
Luna sat silently for a moment. Finally, she faltered. “We concede. We will give in to our voyueristic sister’s request… but only if you join us.”
“Luna, I’m not going to touch your princesshood.”
“Never say never, Tia. And we meant your own princesshood. This is to, how modern ponies say… make it less awkward.”
Celestia paused and gave Luna a deadpan look. She sighed once more. “Fine, you go first.”
Luna smiled before scooting forward on her dining chair. She was blushing when she reached down a hoof and gave her marehood a gentle stroke. The sight of her sister so close, asking her to do something so naughty, was very electric to Luna. Normally, she might not have done such a thing with her sister. But the drunken, horny haze was surrounding her and blurring her judgement. And despite the fact she couldn’t feel the strokes, her pussy was heating up with lust by the second.
And given Celestia’s red face, the arousal was mutual.
“I… I…” Celestia began.
“Yes, sister?”
“Luna, I can feel it.”
Luna tilted her head. “Feel what?”
“Your hoof.”
Luna stopped stroking. “What?”
Celestia looked at her sister with disbelief. “I don’t know how, but I can feel it. I…” she paused. “I think you have my vagina.” Suddenly, the memory of the night before came back in full force. It was most definitely not a dream. “Luna, tell me, can you feel this?”
The sun princess, in all her glory, spread her legs out on the seat and lowered a hoof. She gently stroked her marehood, just enough to cause Luna to let out a shocked yelp.
“I felt that!” Luna shouted. “Sister, get off the seat. Lift your tail for us!”
“Luna…” Celestia began in protest.
“Sister, if we are in possession of your marehood, it is a reasonable hypothesis that you are in possession of ours! Now lift your tail!”
Celestia gulped before standing up and turning away from Luna. It wasn’t very often she showed another pony her privates, and her red face was a clear indication of how bashful she felt at the moment. She stood there for a moment, her tail refusing to move up.
Luna sat in wait, tapping her hoof against the table. “Ugh,” she began. “Will you just do it?”
Celestia lifted her tail slightly, but not nearly high enough for Luna to see. The moon princess simply rolled her eyes, and her horn lit up. Celestia’s tail was tugged up instantaneously.
“Luna!” she shouted.
But Luna couldn’t hear her. She was too busy staring at the dark blue pussy, leaking mare juices, that winked back at her as if to taunt. “There it is! Our missing pussy!” she got up and briskly trotted over to her sister. “You must give it back to us!”
Celestia’s tail dropped. “Luna, just wait!” she said, turning back around. “I didn’t take your vagina. It seems as though someone is playing a prank on us. A very mean prank.”
“Who do you think it could be? Discord? He has been known to enjoy the joke on us.”
“Perhaps,” Celestia said, brow furrowed and deep in thought. “Discord?” she suddenly called out. “Are you there? This is not funny!” But there was no answer besides the echo against the marble walls. “But perhaps not,” continued Celestia. “He’d usually pop out of a painting by now and laugh at us… but maybe not.”
“Still,” Luna said. “We will send a guard to find him. He might still be behind it. Who else could it be? Perhaps a noble trying to poison us?”
“A noble who hexed us with a genital trading spell?” she asked. Her horn lit up, tongue sticking out of the side of her muzzle as she poked around with her magic. Her eyes widened. “A spell that seems quite… unresponsive.”
Luna scoffed. “Oh please, it is but a simple incantation. Allow us,” Luna’s horn lit up, digging around for whatever remnants of magic might be lingering. An aura surrounded her behind. “Hmm.…”
“What is it?”
“It would seem that this is quite a ‘stumper’ as they say. I don’t sense a through-line.”
“Neither did I.”
Luna’s horn lost its glow. “Fine, then it is just a simple matter of finding an appropriate counter spell. Or perhaps tracking down the individuals who perpetrated this, flogging them, and then forcing them to counter the spell themselves.”
“I believe it started yesterday,” Celestia said. “So that narrows it down.”
“And it started after noon. We were in the middle of using our loins when we were interrupted for court duties.” Luna fidgeted uncomfortably. “So it must have been after that.”
Celestia nodded. “That narrows it down quite a bit. Thank goodness for your libido, Lulu. That means we have to search the manifest for all the individuals who came into the castle yesterday after noon. Have the guards bring them in for questioning, and check their backgrounds for any previous magical mischief.”
“And also,” Luna added, “we can have our chief wizards work on discovering a counter-spell themselves.” Suddenly, Luna’s face darkened. “And it could be weeks before they find one....”
Celestia nodded. “Yes, unfortunately. The same goes for the investigation. With any luck, a month or two is all that is needed. But be thankful, sister, it could be much worse. This is a relatively small problem to have.”
“But, but… how will we? You know.…”
Celestia raised one eyebrow. “Know what?”
Luna lifted a hoof up and rubbed the back of her head, eyes averting Celestia’s gaze. “A mare needs her releases, sister. How will we do the dirty?”
“Hmm,” Celestia thought out loud. “I suppose we’ll both have to wait.”
“What!?” Luna shouted.
Celestia jumped.
“What do you mean, ‘we’ll both have to wait’? Wait to do what?”
Celestia backed up slightly. “I just mean, sister, that it would be wrong of us to touch each other in our privates. We’re sisters, after all.”
Luna stared at Celestia with shock, and then with anger. “You cannot be serious, Celestia. Surely you jest. How can you expect a mare to survive without a release every once in awhile?”
“Simple,” Celestia said. “Just focus on work and friends. Read a novel once in awhile. I manage just fine. I don’t touch myself at all.”
“You were serious?!” Luna said in shock. “We thought you were joking!”
“I most certainly was not! A mare must treat her body as a temple. That was what mother told us.”
Luna scoffed. “A temple, I recall, that you invited nearly every member of the royal guard to ransack before we were banished!”
Celestia looked away sheepishly. “That was a long time ago…” she said. “But I am not a slave to my own needs like you are. I think this will be good for you, Luna. A month or two without having to satisfy yourself every time your body wants you to.”
Luna couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “But… but….”
“Think about it, Luna,” Celestia said. “You can be pure. A chaste princess is a happy princess.”
*Knock!* *Knock!*
*Creak*
Suddenly, the dining hall door opened and a well dressed head popped out. “Your highnesses,” said the vizier. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but the griffon ambassador is here and it would be best not to keep him waiting.”
Celestia looked up. “Thank you,” she said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Lulu, I have a meeting to attend to. Why don’t you get started with the investigation and I’ll handle this trade dispute.” And with that, the solar princess departed, leaving the moon princess standing in the middle of the dining hall, seething with bridled rage.
When the door shut, Luna released the lid. Her horn lit up, taking Celestia’s plate of half-eaten pancakes, and throwing them against the wall. Syrup splattered everywhere, one pancake sticking to the marble itself.
She grunted in frustration. “Stupid sister! Stupid, stupid sister! We are not some peasant with which to trifle! How can she be so… inconsiderate? So what if we are sisters? We do not see the relevance of such a fact. It was decided back in our time that a mare can bed a mare. Why not a sister bedding a sister?” She paced back and forth. “This cannot be. We are already suffering from stirrings worse than usual. How can a mare be expected not to orgasm at least five times a day?
“If only sister knew what it was like to reach the ultimate pleasure capable of the clitoris. It has been so long, she must have forgotten what it was like. If she knew, perhaps she would give us what we so desire.”
Luna’s face suddenly lit up. “Sister is in control of our most prized possession, and she may think that we do not possess her’s.” She grinned maniacally. “But we shall see what happens when the hostage begs for release~”
“I say,” the griffon ambassador, cleaning his monocle lens with an embroidered handkerchief. “You do drive a hard bargain, Princess, but I do believe we can reach an agreement on this fine day.”
Celestia sighed internally, not giving away her nerves. “So you found the terms agreeable?”
“For the most part,” he began. “Although we must simply do away with this notion of a 7% luxury tax on incoming Equestrian cider.” He smiled. “I am far too fond of your alcohol to allow such a thing.”
Celestia thought for a moment. “In such a case, I would request that the same be done to the tax on Griffon flour.”
“Aha, fond of our baked delights, are you? I thought ponies preferred their own baked goods to ours?”
Celestia smiled. “It would seem Griffon cake is a weakness of mine. I think we should lower both to 5% and call it a day, wouldn’t you agree?”
The griffon nodded. He snapped his claws and a griffon wheeled in a cart, bringing it up between the two. “I thought it might be good to bring something to celebrate our agreement, if things went well.” The griffon pulled off the lid and revealed a double-layered, frosting covered, chocolate and vanilla cake. Each layer contained a different flavor, and Celestia was watering at the mouth to have a taste.
“You spoil me,” she said with a blush. “I will make sure to send you home with a cask of Sweet Apple Acres cider. I believe we have one in the castle stores.”
The griffon smiled. “Excellent! Now, let us sign this paper and be done with it! We need to celebrate with a slice of cake and a nip of cider.~”
Celestia waved over a pony who quickly brought a quill and ink pot, careful not to spill over the parchment agreement. The griffon ambassador took the quill in his claw and signed his name neatly on the line. He placed it back in the ink pot and passed it to Celestia.
Celestia reached out and grabbed the quill with her magic, lifting it out of the ink ever so carefully. She brought it down to the paper, perhaps just the slightest bit nervous, and began to sign her name. “Here I go,” she said. “Now I’m just going to put my name on this parchment and it will all be official.”
But what she didn’t expect was the feeling of having her pussy penetrated by what she could only describe as a thick, rubbery cock. Her forehooves instantly went to grasp the table as she leaned over. The ink pot, which had been close to the edge of the paper, toppled over and stained the entire top half of the agreement with permanent, black ink.
“Good heavens!” the griffon exclaimed. “Are you alright, princess? It seems as though you’ve had some sort of muscle spasm.” He put a claw on her hoof. “Come, guards, the princess is in need of medical attention.”
“N-No,” she answered, waving off the ponies that had gathered around her. “I’m f-fine… unghh… I just realized that… there was a typo in the agreement!” she let out a pant, the rubbery phallus going in and out of her unbeknownst to anypony else in the room. “I--I need to draft a new proposal… ah… to fix it.” Tremors ran up Celestia’s thighs.
The griffon ambassador gave her an inquisitive look. “I see…” he stood up. “I suppose we can handle this tomorrow. I will need to inform my king of my lateness, however.”
There was an especially deep thrust that made Celestia let out a moan. She quickly covered it up with a cough before standing up abruptly. “I’ll just be going, then. I will talk to you tomorrow, ambassador.”
It must have looked like there was something very wrong with Celestia because even she could tell her gait was odd and eskew. She hobbled toward the door and used her magic to push it open faster than the guards could have done so.
“Princess?” one asked. “Are you alright?”
But she was too far gone, off toward the east wing of the castle and the location of her sister’s bedroom.
“I’m going to kill her… unf...” she said under her breath.
Luna plunged the large, red dildo into her sister’s pussy like there was no tomorrow. She was soft at first, of course, only going about a quarter of the way on the first few strokes. And she lubed the toy up appropriately. But after a few strokes, it became apparent to her that Celestia’s pussy was much better equipped than her own at taking cock.
*Schlick!~ Schlick!~ Schlick!~ Schlick!~*
She made sure to keep a steady rhythm with her magic while simultaneously rubbing circles around Celestia’s winking clit.
“‘Tis a shame we cannot feel this toy. But soon our sister will kowtow to our own demands. We shall cum on the morrow!”
Luna inspected the pink cunt before her as she tortured her sister. “What a wonderful set of lips, our sister has. We are almost tempted to taste of it.”
*Schlick!~ Schlick!~ … *Schlick!~
Luna paused her movements. “Perhaps,” she said. “It would not hurt to sample the fruit of our sister’s loins briefly.”
The moon princess removed the dildo from Celestia’s pink lips, slowly bringing it up to her muzzle. Slowly she stuck out her tongue and tested the tip. She rolled it around and collected a fair amount of juice to her mouth, and as she removed it from her muzzle, a string of pussy juice lingered between the two.
“Mmm,” she said, licking her lips. “Quite tangy. But sweet.” Luna opened up and brought the head of the dildo into her mouth, licking around the pseudo flared tip.
And that was when, very suddenly, the door to Luna’s room burst open. There, flanked by two guards, a very angry Celestia stared at her naughty sister. Luna could only stare back, her muzzle frozen over the dripping dildo.
Celestia’s horn lit up and her guards were pushed backward and behind the closing door. With a loud thunk! the door slammed shut. Luna took the opportunity to remove the dildo from her mouth.
“H-hello, sister,” she said. “Did you have a bountiful meeting with the ambassador?”
Celestia glared at Luna. She trotted forward slowly. “Why, no, sister. I do believe that the meeting was soured.”
Luna averted her gaze. “What could have done that?” she asked.
“Perhaps,” Celestia began, seething with rage. “It is my lewd sister interrupting a very important trade agreement by shoving a cold dildo up my pussy!” Her hooves went up on the bed, and for a moment, Luna was afraid Celestia would hit her. But the solar princess made no such move.
“Cold?” Luna asked. “Whoops.”
“What possessed you to do such a thing?” Celestia asked.
“We believe the answer is behind you, dear sister.”
Celestia turned her head but soon realized what Luna meant. “Luna, I am not going to get you off. You’re my sister. It’s wrong.”
Luna threw her forelegs up. “But why? It makes no sense! Must we be doomed to a month, two months, even three months of torture because of your silly taboo?”
“It’s not silly, Luna!” Celestia shouted. “What would mother think of you touching me like that?”
Luna rolled her eyes. “Mother would agree with me, sister. What do you think she kept that wooden phallus under her bed for? Hmm? Was it decoration?”
“Luna, you need to control yourself. No, I will not touch you in your marehood. All day my thighs have been absolutely soaked--ew--because of your ridiculous libido.” She turned around to walk away. “This is something you’re just going to have to live with. As long as I possess your pussy, you will not cum!”
“Sister, no!” Luna said. “If you do that, we will be forced to use any means necessary.”
Celestia stopped near the door. “You wouldn’t.”
“We would!” Luna sat backward, spreading her legs. She placed a hoof on Celestia’s pussy, causing the solar princess to shudder. Luna gently rubbed while grinning. “We can do this all day, Celestia.”
Celestia’s legs buckled for a moment, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. She quickly recomposed herself. “Ugh, fine. Do what you must, I will not stop you. But I have fought greater foes than you, and if you think I will give in to my most basic needs, you will be sorely mistaken.”
And with that Celestia hobbled out, nearly tripping once or twice.
Luna looked down. “We will see who lasts, dear sister. We will see.” And with that, Luna began to let loose.
“Your highness,” the court vizier said. “Did you hear me?”
Celestia looked away awkwardly, her face red as she fidgeted uncomfortably on her throne. “Y-Yes, of course,” she answered.
“And?”
“Oh, um, yes. That would be fine.” She bit her lip and crossed one leg over the other. It was all she could do not to let out a deep, throaty moan.
“Wonderful,” he said. “I will inform the Canterlot High School principal that you are willing to fill in for their graduation ceremony today. That’s very kind of you indeed to fill in for their original speaker. I hear he has been stricken with the pony pox. Very unfortunate.” The vizier scrawled something on a note and gave it to a guard standing next to him.
Celestia raised a hoof to stop him, but it was too late. The guard had trotted off and she doubted she could even speak at the moment. She could feel her pussy clenching down in yet another orgasm, squirting her mare load almost certainly across Luna’s bed. Somehow her sister had managed to find that one spot on the underside of her clitoris that just drove her wild.
But on the inside, Celestia chanted to herself that she would not give in. No siree. She had morals, and she would stand by them.
“I suppose,” her vizier continued. “That we should go to the ribbon cutting ceremony first and then prepare you for your speech.”
Celestia panted, red in the face. She was already on her way to another orgasm. “Bring it on.”
“My goodness!” Luna said as the pussy between her legs spewed forth a geyser of mare juices, soaking the sheets yet again. “Sister certainly is a prolific squirter. We wish that we could attain such a feat.”
Luna looked down at her toys. They were efficient, that was for sure. But they seemed to be getting old relatively quick. Something more was needed; something exciting. She thought for a brief moment before hatching what she considered to be an intriguing idea. She stood up, heading toward the door.
Sticking her head out, she looked to the guard outside. She was a thestral, as she preferred to guard her chambers, but a female. She was hoping to find a male, but this might be acceptable.
“You,” she said to the female.“Do you have a colt-friend?”
The mare shook her head.
“Can you eat pussy?”
The female guard nodded enthusiastically.
“Then come in. Your princess is in need.”
“And with that!” Celestia announced, holding a pair of giant scissors over a line of red tape. The past half-hour had been free of Luna incidents. Perhaps, Celestia thought, that the lunar mare had gotten bored and given up. “I dedicate this park to those of the royal guard who-- fuck me!”
Celestia nearly doubled over as a tongue slithered up her pussy from bottom to top. She looked behind herself to see just who was brave enough to tongue her genitals in public, but soon remembered that her pussy was indeed somewhere else. Recomposing herself, she laughed awkwardly. “Ahahhhh… I mean…” she coughed as everypony watched her in uncomfortable silence. “The royal guards who protect the city!” she cut the ribbon and was rewarded with a smattering of cheers.
Celestia smiled and waved, just as she ought to as a princess. But it was all she could do not to roll on the ground and moan like a filly in heat when somepony’s skilled tongue worked her clit as if it were some sort of magical cum button.
Somepony is eating me out. I have no idea who’s doing it, but they’re eating my pussy.
This was wrong. Absolutely, 100% wrong. As a princess, she was above this. There was no reason for a mare to let her nature take over. Good princesses don’t cum. Good princesses don’t cum. She repeated that in her mind ad nauseum.
But her mind kept trying to picture who it was. She imagined a tall, beefy stallion of the guard who was as romantic as he was brave. A fantasy of hers. She always fell for a stallion in uniform after all. Or perhaps, it was the mystery that made her so excited. Either way, it had been quite some time since a pony had licked her in her most private of places.
As she trotted toward the carriage to take her to Canterlot High, Celestia had the fleeting thought that maybe giving into the fantasy just this once would be alright.
The guard mare continued to go to town on Celestia’s pussy in between Luna’s legs, unbeknownst to her. She suckled the clit and rubbed the vulva in such a way that always drove mares crazy. She thought it odd that Luna’s pussy would be so pink, but who was she to judge? Who ever got to eat out a princess and live to tell the tale?
But as she looked up, all she saw was a rather bored looking Luna.
Upon seeing Luna’s expression, she doubled down. Okay, no more fooling around. Time for some filly-fooling action! Her tongue pressed harder, moved slower with more nuance, and flicked in her patented pussy-eating method that was sure to make a mare squirt. She looked up again, fully expecting to see Luna in the throes of ecstacy. But instead, the mare sat with the same bored expression.
“Your highness,” she said, licking the soft pink lips in-between breaths. “Am I doing poorly?”
Luna looked up as if she was stuck in thought elsewhere. “Hmm? Poorly? Oh.. oh! No, no, no! Of course not, dear thestral. Your tongue-work is divine. I’ve already nearly cum once!”
“You have?”
“Yes,” Luna said with a smile. “Now keep on eating. And focus on the underside of our clit. We will squirt in no time.” She placed her hoof on the back of the mare’s head and pressed down. Immediately, the mare went back to work.
Celestia nearly cried out when the mystery stallion stopped eating her pussy. She was worried that was the end of it. It was just like in some of the novels she read, the stallion pleasing the mare via careful mouth ministrations.
The back seat of the carriage was empty save for her, so she leaned back and relaxed in expectation of the pleasant tongue work. Soon, the stallion went back to work greatly pleasing Celestia. “Perhaps this isn’t so bad. I can’t control it, anyway. That means I’m still pure, right? I simply can’t help if Luna has some strong, beefy stallion licks my tender place. Besides, I suppose it isn’t incest if another pony touches me.”
Whoever this stallion was, he certainly knew his way around a mare’s private parts. This was perhaps the best cunnilingus Celestia had ever received in her long, long life. Not that she could remember it very well considering it had been so long.
Celestia closed her eyes, allowing her imagination to run wild. His name was Stunning Spear, he was slightly taller than her, had a beautiful black coat with pinto eyes, and wore the uniform snugly, but he was not so muscular as to be repulsive.
“Mmm,” she moaned, allowing herself to fall into pleasure’s grasp. But it suddenly stopped again. “Hmm? Why stop? I almost... ” she said.
She waited for the feeling of a tongue. But instead, she felt something different. It was warm and wet against her vulva. But it wasn’t a tongue; no, she could tell what that felt like. It wasn’t a penis, either. No, it was… what was that? A mouth?
Suddenly, Celestia’s expression shifted from curious to shocked.
Luna lined up her legs to intertwine with the mare’s. “So this is what modern mares do together?” she asked.
The guard mare nodded. “Tribbing is all the rage now, your highness. We simply get into this position,” she grunted. “And then mash our pussies together.”
The guard mare pressed forward, he winking cunt finally kissing Celestia’s. Luna gazed down at the spectacle with wonder. “Fascinating! We think we will like such an activity!” Both mares began to gyrate their hips, their lips folding over and into each other. Their juices were mixing into a fine pool of sweet and sticky cum beneath them. And while Luna didn’t moan herself, the guard mare more than made up for it. The guard mare lifted her hips in upward thrusts in order for their clits to kiss, which left her panting and red faced. Luna realized that the mare was watching her, so she made certain to put on a show as well to make her feel good.
“Oh my~” Luna said. “This is quite incredible.”
The guard mare giggled. “I’m free anytime, your majesty~”
Luna definitely wanted to do something like this when she was in possession of her own pussy. Smiling, she replied: “We will definitely take you up on the offer.”
“Gah!” was all Celestia could say. The feeling of another’s clit stroking her own was enough to shut her up. It felt so wrong, but she couldn’t help but moan with satisfaction as well. Another mare’s wet, puffy lips were currently mashed against her own. A forbidden dance when she was just a foal. Now perfectly acceptable, but something Celestia had always managed to avoid. That is, until now.
“N-No! Gah! That… my marehood isn’t meant for this!”
But the feeling of such a warm, wet slit against her own made her spine tingle. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was nothing like a hoof or a penis. In some ways, she somehow preferred it.
“W-wow,” Celestia moaned. “She’s very good at this.” A part of her wished that she could move her own hips instead of receiving all the touching without her own input. But another part of her mind quickly shoved that idea away. No, Luna was corrupting her. She was getting into her head and winning. She would not bow to such a ridiculous plan, and she would most certainly not allow her sister the satisfaction of orgasm.
That would have to wait.
Luna was developing a back-ache from all this ‘tribbing’ as the mare called it. Quite a fascinating position, but not a simple one. She stopped her motions and laid back. The guard mare looked up.
“S-Something, ah! Wrong, your highness?”
“No,” she answered plainly. “We love it! Hmm, we only wish there was some way to modify this. We usually squirt by now.”
The guard mare, panting, untangled herself. “I understand, your highness. If I may….”
Luna nodded.
The mare trotted over to Luna’s open drawer with sex toys poking out. Sifting through a variety of pleasure devices, her face lit up as she pulled something out. “Here we are! I thought you said you hadn’t done this before your majesty~!”
Luna looked at the mare curiously. “Hmm? And what is that, guard?”
The mare held up a large rubber phallus, only, both sides had what appeared to be a penis. She recognized it as a toy she bought in a set from that salespony. She had no idea what the other side was for at the time, but the vision suddenly became very apparent.
The guard mare trotted back to bed and realigned her legs with Luna’s. The dildo was in between them and the guard mare carefully lubed it up and slid it into herself. She thrust it inside herself before removing it and flipping it around.
“Sorry, your highness. Just warming it up for you.” With a red face, she began to insert the toy into the pink pussy and then into herself.
“Now,” the guard mare continued. “It’s time for some real tribbing.”
The auditorium was full of barely legal teens. With their square caps on, their gowns freshly pressed, and the twinkle of the future in their eyes, Celestia couldn’t help but admire them, perhaps even be jealous of them. That is, if Celestia’s pussy wasn’t being bombarded with every pleasurable sensation that it could possibly conceive of all at once.
The mare had stopped rubbing her pussy against her snatch for a short time before putting what felt like a double-ended dildo inside her. Luna and her were thrusting against each other, and each pull, push, and tug brough the pleasurable sensation of being fucked to Celestia’s groin. However, as an added bonus, the gentle kiss of the mare’s vulva against Celestia’s own with each thrust added a whole new layer of debauchery and mind-crushing pleasure.
Celestia had barely managed to make it through the half-baked speech her mouth had mind-numbingly spat out. Each sentence was dotted with her breath catching in her throat. Each time she smiled at the students, she moaned quietly from the sensation of her clit mashing against the mystery mare’s. She could only imagine how wet her own pussy was, but given how Luna’s cunt was dripping juices on the stage, Celestia figured it was one hell of a show. The students in the front row were already whispering amongst themselves. This commencement speech was sure to be talked about for quite awhile.
“... And with that--ungh--I would like to finish up the evening with a message to all those ponies who are going off into the world. Congratulations, class of 2019.” Celestia bit her lip. She was dangerously close to orgasm. With all these eyes on her, she couldn’t help but blush. Why did she feel this way? Why was she getting so flustered? She should feel ashamed that her body is behaving this way, especially in front of a whole crowd of ponies. But still, her stomach fluttered when she made eye contact with various ponies in the audience. It was titillating to be watched in such a way. How no ponies in the audience had any idea she would be squirting at any moment. They wouldn’t even see it when she did.
“Remember to always be modest!...” her pussy spasmed. “Always be generous!” her juices began to gush around the toy. “And most of all, be… be….”
Celestia grunted before shouting. “Spontaneous!”
And as the crowd of ponies erupted into cheers, Celestia moaned as loud as she could, thankfully dulled by the audience. Nopony could see it, but her pussy was erupting with the most intense orgasm she had all day. The toy was nearly pushed out of her, but thanks to her clenching insides, it remained firmly inside.
The orgasm lasted at least half a minute, which was about as long as the applause lasted. Celestia was done with her speech, and another speaker was taking her place. She thankfully trotted off stage, walking just a little bit funny, before beelining straight to the carriage to take her back home.
Meanwhile, Luna and the guard mare were sitting in a rather large puddle of mare juice, both panting, sticky, and wet.
“Oh wow,” the guard mare said. “Your highness, you’re certainly a gusher.”
Luna panted while wiping the sweat off her brow. All that work just so her sister could cum. What a waste. Now she was tired and horny.
“Why thank you,” she said. “Your performance was marvelous. We must have a repeat performance one day.”
The guard mare beamed brightly. “Yes, your highness!”
But while the mare cleaned up, Luna brooded over her conundrum. Had Celestia changed her mind? Certainly she would feel the stroking of her pussy already if that were the case. Perhaps, she thought, that it wasn’t enough. Maybe further dedication was needed to get what she desired.
Celestia laid in bed, her head spinning after a day filled with tongues, orgasms, and naughty thoughts about other fillies. The lingering juices on her pussy, whether they were her own or some random mare’s, were still warm and piping as they clung to her puffy pussy. She couldn’t see it, but she could most certainly feel it.
Regardless of how she was supposed to feel about the day, her eyes were beginning to feel heavy and the idea of falling asleep was tantalizing. She had cum more times today than she had in the previous five years combined. Her muscles weren’t accustomed to such use.
There was a box in her room that wasn’t there earlier that morning. A box of very lewd toys. “Luna, Luna,” she had said, pushing it to the side. “I’m not giving in to your carnal desires. You’re just going to have to be a good princess for the time being.”
Somewhat satisfied with the day she had, seemingly more satisfied than usual, she began to close her eyes, hoping to drift off into a normal dream.
But, unfortunately for her, Luna had different plans. It began with a small buzzing on her vulva, enough to rouse Celestia awake. As the buzzing continued, moving up and down her labia, stopping at her clit and digging in, it soon became apparent that Luna would not allow her to sleep so easily.
“Ungh, again?” she asked nopony in particular. “Luna, let me sleep!” The vibrations went up a notch. Celestia grunted in frustration.
“I said let me sleep!” she shouted into her pillow. There was no response, save for the vibrator turning up another notch and lodging deeper into her pussy. “Curse whoever hexed us; send them to the dungeon for a thousand years!”
Celestia rolled over onto her back, looking down at Luna’s pussy. There it was, winking for relief, as wet as it was from the day before. “Do you want pleasure, sister? Alright, you’ll get your pleasure….”
Celestia took a hoof and brought it down to the blue pair of lips. She hesitated for a moment, rolling the idea through her head once more. Perhaps, she thought, it wouldn’t be wrong if she did it out of spite.
Celestia gently rubbed Luna’s nether lips. They were gentle caresses, the touch of an angel. The aggressively winking clit smacked against her hoof with unmatched eagerness, only to have Celestia lower her hoof away from the clit and focus more on the vulva. She applied no pressure to the masturbation, just enough to rock the lip back and forth, part them slightly and reveal their juicy insides, and then bring them back to their closed, chaste positions.
Meanwhile, Luna was nearly in shock. “S-sister?” Luna asked nopony. “Are you finally… oh yes!” she clapped her hooves together and squealed. “Ravage me, sister!”
She laid back, closed her eyes, and felt wave after wave of pleasure. “Mmm,” she moaned. It had been awhile since she felt the pleasure of vaginal rubbing. And Celestia was so tender, rubbing her lips as if they were the petals of a fragile flower.
“Mmm,” Luna moaned again, fidgeting. “Come on, sister, bring it on. We can take it….”
But suddenly, it stopped. Luna’s eyes shot open, fearing the worst. But those worries were soon abated. Luna felt her lips separate and something smooth, long, and round prod its way inside her. She recognized it from the box of toys she had sent to Celestia’s room. It was one of her favorite vibrators, capable of five different speeds, and three different vibration patterns. It was a toy she was quite familiar with.
“Ah, yes, the automatic approach,” Luna said, smiling. “I approve of this decision.”
Luna quickly took the vibrator out of Celestia’s pussy as thanks. Hopefully that would encourage her.
The vibration turned on, the lowest setting as was custom with such a device. Celestia had slid it all the way inside her, Luna felt. A fine position, touching her g-spot and ensuring a wonderful orgasm if all went well.
Luna closed her eyes and felt the vibrations. “Oooonghh, thank you, sister… ah! I l-love it!”
Luna fidgeted. The vibrations were sending waves of pleasure through her, but it was a stalled pleasure. Not fulfilling at all.
“Y-you can turn it up,” Luna said to the air. “I can take it.”
Luna bucked her hips upward. “Come on, Tia, turn it up.”
The buzzing was soft, softer than what would ever push Luna over the edge. It was barely a register on her pleasure sensors. It was as if the vibrator was rationing out pleasure to the various parts of Luna’s pussy, like a socialist government handing out potatoes to its starving populace. It would not keep their bellies full, but perhaps stave off the starvation another day.
“Come on, Tia! Let us cum!” she whined, writhing on her bed, unable to up the vibrations, unable to turn them off. “Please!”
Luna took a hoof and rubbed her clit for a moment. She hoped to be sending Celestia a wordless message.
“Please touch my clit,” she moaned.
And suddenly, she felt her clit rubbed softly. It was two circles, very gently with the tip of a hoof. That was it. The hoof was removed and the pleasure subsided.
“Gah! More!”
She rubbed her clit again, tapping it in desperation.
And in return, she got a single rub, lasting no more than a second.
Luna moaned loudly, even though it was practically nothing, that little bit of touching got her close to orgasm. But it slowly died back down. Her pleasure was subsiding, she had to do something!
“Alright, sister!” Luna said in a huff. “Two can play at this game. Let us see how you like it!” She inserted the vibrator into the pink vagina, letting it nestle deep inside against the g-spot. She set it to the maximum setting and leaned back.
“Now let us cum!”
It was a long, long night. Luna spent most of it tossing and turning. “Cruel, cruel sister,” she would moan, half in a state of pleasure, half in a state of dissatisfaction. Hot and cold all at once, sweating and shivering inside her cotton sheets. Sometimes her orgasm seemed to be on its way, only to be dashed into oblivion because the vibrator couldn’t keep up with her pleasure needs. Her g-spot felt amazing; but it was just enough to feel good. Not enough to build up that wonderful squirt she so desired. The pussy between her legs would squirt every twenty minutes or so. It made Luna scream out in jealousy. It was quite shocking to have warm fluid dribble out of your pussy without any feeling or control whatsoever. Almost like she wet the bed. But the smell was much better, and it only served to make her hornier and more envious.
Only a few hours of sleep graced her as she fought the tantalusian battle. By morning, she felt like she had been kicked in the stomach; like a night with too much wine and not enough food. Her bed was soaked and she smelled like a whorehouse.
Groggily, she sat up, rubbing her eyes. The sun was out, beaming through the curtains she forgot to close the night before and disrupting what little rest she had gotten. The vibrator was off; she couldn’t tell if she missed it or not.
Luna slowly removed the vibrator from her pussy that had been buzzing at full strength for the first few hours of the night. It ran out of batteries at some point and she had neglected to take it out before trying to fall asleep. Her head swam with thoughts of victory and defeat. She had tried her best and her best seemed insufficient. Celestia, it would seem, had won the battle. The older sister was the victor, and the feeling of loss was bitter.
She slowly stepped toward her chamber door and exited quietly. Her guard had been changed out for a stallion; she wished he had been there the night before.
“Morning, your highness,” he said. His nose sniffed the air and his face went red. Yes, she definitely smelled like a prostitute.
She only gave a half-hearted nod. Slouching, Luna made her way to the dining room for a spot of breakfast.
She arrived in short order, seeing the kitchen staff running around and preparing various meals for the castle staff.
“Excuse me,” Luna said to one of the staff passing by. The cook pony stopped and nervously bowed. Her face was very red.
“Yes, Princess,” she answered.
“Fetch me pancakes” she ordered before quickly adding a quiet: “please.”
The maid nodded and bowed once more, trotting toward the kitchen in a hurry. Luna made her way into the dining room where she saw her sister slumped over a plate of what appeared to be salad.
Wordlessly, Luna found her seat across from Celestia, and the two sat in silence. This continued as Celestia ate her salad, the mare from the kitchen brought Luna her pancakes. Luna wasn’t much favoring the idea of eating, but she would require food to work through the day. Flavor would be the one unique sensory input she could achieve within the next month or so. One would think that after a time, the lust would soften; one would be wrong.
“Good morning,” Celestia finally said. “Rough night?”
Luna nodded. She took a bite of her pancake. “You, sister?”
Celestia nodded.
The two sat in silence for a few moments. Celestia placed her fork on her plate and stood up. “My room, midnight.”
And with that, Celestia trotted off, leaving her sister in a state of curiosity and optimism.
The day went by smoothly for Celestia. The night before had been rough. Cumming nearly ten times will leave you quite drained, even the day after. She had taken satisfaction in the punishment she delivered to Luna and managed to outlast Luna’s own visceral attack. There was a certain value in winning, but something didn’t feel right. Why, if she had won, did she suddenly feel empty inside?
And not just metaphorically empty, but physically?
She went through the motions; meeting with noble ponies, hearing complaints, and taking a short break in the garden to eat lunch. But her mind was elsewhere. Luna appeared to be defeated at breakfast, which wasn’t like herself at all. Ever since she came back from the moon, Celestia had been greeted by a determined, outgoing pony every morning when she ate her meal. But not this morning. Luna was more like a deflated balloon left over from a party than a Princess.
Celestia had decided, at that moment, that perhaps there was something she could do to help. Luna may be bullheaded--sometimes, Celestia thought, an admirable trait--but Celestia was the opposite. She strived to be caring. She heard ponies’ problems in court, she catered to those in need, and she always heard out a friend with an issue.
So why did she stop with Luna? Her very own sister. The one she was supposed to be closer to than any other pony in the kingdom. The thought made her feel awful.
Celestia might not have been able to help Luna in certain ways, but she could always try something new.
Luna knocked gently on the door, poking her head into Celestia’s chambers. The guards had allowed her to pass without question; Celestia must have told them she was coming. Across the room, on the round futon she called a bed, Celestia curled up with a small paperback novel.
“Sister?” Luna asked nervously. “We are here.”
Celestia looked up from her novel and smiled. “So you are.” She patted the spot next to her. “I believe it’s time we had a chat.”
Luna gulped and did as she was told, sitting next to her big sister, tucking her legs underneath her body and laying against a pillow.
“We are--I am sorry, sister,” Luna began. “I did not wish to--”
“Shhh…” Celestia said.
Luna instantly went quiet.
“I believe,” Celestia continued, “that I have been unfair to you, Lulu. I’ve been a bad sister.”
Luna did not speak, choosing to listen instead.
“You and I, we don’t always get along. I think that is because we are alike in so many ways. We’ve always been competitive. Most siblings are. And I think sometimes it gets the better of both of us.”
Luna nodded silently.
“I suppose I had gotten used to ruling by myself. All the time you were gone, I wanted you back. But I couldn’t wait for you to get things moving. And in the hectic race of it all, I think I’ve left you behind.” She paused. “And that’s all my fault.”
“No--” Luna began, but she was cut off by Celestia.
“I should have been more understanding. You are clearly trying hard. You have been ever since you came back. It’s my problem; I haven’t been patient enough with you. Things must be scary, after all. This is a whole new world for you. And it’s my duty as a sister to hear what you say and help you where you need it. In every way I can.”
Celestia cleared her throat. “So, with all that said, I think we can come to an agreement.” She shifted in her seat, leaning back on her haunches and letting her back rest on a pile of pillows. Her legs were together, but Luna nearly let out a scream when Celestia slowly opened them up. Nestled between her thighs was Luna’s lost pussy.
“I will allow you to do what you would like to your own vagina. After all, it belongs to you. I figured that it’s more masturbation than incest, so we can think of it as you doing it by yourself.”
Luna’s pussy winked at herself.
“Have at it. I’ll just read this book until you’re done, okay?”
Luna stood there for a moment, contemplating the previous thirty seconds. Suddenly, she threw her arms outward. “Thank you, sister!” she exclaimed, reaching out and hugging the white alicorn.
Celestia giggled and stroked Luna’s mane. It seemed a few of the stars had gained back their sheen.
They separated and Celestia went back to reading her novel. Luna, however, was focused on something else entirely. Her hoof quickly found its way to her marehood, stroking it from bottom to top in that way that was so familiar to her. Electricity ran up her spine.
“Thank Celestia~” she said, rubbing her pussy up and down.
“You’re welcome.”
Luna placed a hoof on either side of her vulva and spread herself apart. It was strange to be on this side of things. Usually she had a top-down perspective of her lips. Now it was like staring at a photograph of her own dripping cunt. Her insides were clenching and twitching, her own needs and desires frothing for release.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “Sister, can you spread your legs out a bit more? I’d like to really dig in.”
Celestia widened her legs for her sister, blushing slightly as she did so.
Luna went back to her ministrations, taking a hoof to her clit and rubbing it in little circles while digging into her vulva with the other hoof. “Ah! Ohhh, yeesss…”
*Schlick!~ Schlick!~ Schlick!~ Schlick!~*
Her face was turning red and her breathing became panting. She had almost forgotten what fulfilling pleasure was like. It was almost like a dream. Luna had to bite her cheek just to make sure it wasn’t. Nope, her pussy was in front of her and it was finally getting the petting it deserved. As her clit winked at her, Luna couldn’t help but jam her hoof underneath to find that one spot that always drove her crazy. Her hoof would automatically find that spot when she was masturbating, so it was only natural to find it here.
Luna got into a steady rhythm feeling the orgasm grow inside her. She was rushing up the hill, and soon she’d be over. But something caught her eye. Celestia, whose muzzle was stuffed into the book, appeared to be glancing over at Luna’s activities before her eyes quickly darted back to the book. Luna smiled; her sister had such a poor poker face. It helped that she was very red as well. She decided that perhaps her sister would enjoy an impromptu show.
Luna rubbed her pussy one last time and removed her hooves. Mare juices clung to her hooves, a strand of it stringing between her clit and her left hoof. She brought it up to her muzzle and gave it a sniff, sticking out her tongue and lapping it up.
“Mmm,” she said. “We must say that we prefer our own nectar to yours. It’s the subtle after-taste that’s important.”
“Luna…” Celestia chided as she watched her sister lick her wet hooves.
“No worries, sister. Yours tasted quite delicious as well.”
Celestia stuck her muzzle further into the book.
Luna giggled and turned her attention back to her marehood. A wink was enough to get her mouth watering. She placed a hoof on either one of Celestia’s thighs and lowered her head, kissing her vulva.
“Luna,” Celestia began to protest. “Do you have to lick yourself?”
Luna looked up and smiled. “Why not take advantage of this opportunity? How often does one get the chance to sample one’s own loins?” She smirked and went back down on herself. Luna was quickly in a situation she had never experienced before; using her own tongue to pleasure herself. You would think it was easy since you know what you like. But she found that the brain wasn’t exactly expecting the firing of both portions of the brain that perform these activities. The cross-wiring was making it difficult to truly experience autocunnilingus.
Meanwhile, Celestia had lowered her book and begun to watch her sister go to town on her crotch. Even though she couldn’t feel pleasure from it, watching it was another story entirely. They might not be performing incest in the strictest sense, but that didn’t stop the image of Luna going down on her from burning deeply in her mind.
The mare from the day before who had eaten her like an expert was still fresh on her mind. Celestia had often been curious as to what sex would be like with a partner of the same sex, and she had finally gotten a taste of the wonderful, previously forbidden fruit.
It was good that Luna couldn’t see her own rear or else she’d realize Celestia was not only wetter than a rainy day, but that she was also winking up a storm. Was this the torture she had put Luna through? Arousal with no hope of release? She most certainly couldn’t ask Luna to reciprocate. That would be wrong. She supposed, unfortunately, that the only way to relieve herself would be to let Luna finish what she was doing and take care of it herself when Luna left.
….
Oh, wait. She remembered. Luna had her pussy. Right, that makes things more difficult. Suddenly, she empathized a lot more with her little sister.
But suddenly, something Celestia hadn’t expected came to fruition. Luna looked up, suckling on her own clit, and locked eyes with Celestia. Wordlessly, she reached a hoof in between her own legs and gently began to hoof Celestia’s pussy.
“I,” Celestia began to say, but quickly shut up.
A part of her wanted to push Luna off, but another part screamed for her to let things be. The horny part of her, actually. A part that she thought she successfully shoved so deep and far inside of her, that not even the biggest, longest cock could reach upon penetration. But here her sister was, eating her own pussy while hoofing her off.
Celestia moaned and leaned backward, closing her eyes.
“Hmm,” Luna said smirking. “We think that perhaps our sister is not the pristine, perfect Princess she once thought herself to be?” Luna rubbed Celestia’s clit once more, eliciting a sharp yelp from Celestia. “Do you like us touching you here?”
Celestia moaned and averted her gaze. “Luna, don’t….”
“Don’t what? Rub your pussy?”
“Don’t say that.”
“Then tell me to stop.”
“Luna.”
“Well? If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”
“I… I….”
Luna took her hoof away from the soaked pink lips between her legs. Celestia’s eyes shot open. “Wha-...” she asked.
“We understand,” Luna said. “We’re sisters after all. This would be wrong. We shall just finish ourselves off and call it a night, hmm?”
“N-No….”
“Hmm? What was that?”
“Please don’t.”
“Don’t what, sister?”
“Don’t stop! Please, Luna. I was wrong, you were right!” She grinded her crotch into Luna’s face despite the fact that it wouldn’t pleasure her at all. “Please, just keep going!”
Luna gave a shit-eating grin and rolled backward onto her back. “Excellent. Now we will show you a new trick.” Luna sat up, flipping herself around as the guard mare had showed her the night before. She grabbed Celestia’s hind legs and guided them into intertwining with her own.
“What are you doing, Luna?”
“I’m performing an ancient ritual between sisters. Very sacred.”
Luna pushed her hips forward, guiding Celestia’s puffy pink pussy into her wet blue cunt. Her heart was beating quickly, and the strain of her muscles as she got into position insured she couldn’t hold it for very long. Finally, with one final push, their hips met, pussies grinding into one another.
Both mares moaned in unison.
“Gah!” Celestia grunted. “This f-feels, oh my goodness. It feels amazing! We… we love it!”
Luna smiled. “A royal gesture for a royal act. Come on, sister, put your hips into it. Yes, press the clits together. Ungh-- unf, just like that.”
Squelch!~ Squelch!~ Squelch!~ Squelch!~
Their rhythmic grinding created a cacophony of wet, lewd noises. Accompanied by their moans of pleasure, no stallion would stand a chance of remaining flaccid in their presence. Any pretense of Celestia’s strictly heterosexual nature was dispatched. She thought about how this might change her entire daily schedule in the future. But she threw the thought out in favor of bracing herself for her incoming orgasm.
Luna was close as well. The build-up had been intense. It had been quite awhile since she had gone this long without achieving orgasm. As it built and built, she became aware that it might, perhaps, be the largest orgasm she’s ever had. And with her sister, no less.
“I’m going to...” Celestia began.
“Me too!”
“Here I cum!” Celestia’s thighs tightened as the orgasm ripped through her. It was odd, however, as she expected her pussy to contract and to squirt all over Luna who was about to experience her own climax. But as her pussy clenched, the pussy between Luna’s legs shot its mare-juice load across Celestia, drenching her thighs and wetting her stomach with pheromone-laced vaginal fluid. She moaned and stretched, her orgasm taking over her body in a powerful way.
But Luna wasn’t far behind. When her orgasm hit, she had just witnessed Celestia doused with a large spray of juices. It wasn’t till she saw Celestia’s blue pussy shoot out a jet of cum that she remembered the switch that had taken place. She herself was drenched with a familiar fluid, one that she was quite accustomed to. The orgasm was powerful, lasting almost 30 seconds if you counted all of the small tremors after they had begun to taper off.
For a moment, it didn’t matter who had what or who they were. The two sisters had become one for a spectacular moment in time, and regardless of social norms, it was the closest they had ever been.
Luna panted, removing herself from in-between Celestia’s legs. Her muscles ached and her pussy throbbed from pleasure and soreness. Finally, the relief she had been looking for. She looked up at Celestia who seemed to be put in a daze. She giggled at her and slowly crawled over. Laying down next to her, Luna draped a hoof over Celestia, tapping her muzzle and pushing it toward her.
When Celestia opened her eyes, the last thing she expected was to see Luna kissing her. Her mind flashed with fear and then anger; the innate response upon kissing your sister. But she softened. Luna was soft and nice, and she very suddenly felt right. Celestia leaned into the kiss and began to prod at Luna’s mouth with her tongue.
Luna smiled as she parted her muzzle and began to truly be at one with her sister.
Three months later…
Celestia and Luna sat upon their thrones which stood exactly four meters high, no more and no less. There had been construction in the hall; some changes had been necessary. The thrones had been moved slightly left and moved closer together. Now, it seemed, they were perfectly symmetrical.
“Next pony!” the vizier shouted, pointing to the guards to open the large golden doors that lead to the awaiting complainants for the day’s court.
While everypony watched a mare trot toward the princesses, Celestia leaned over.
“I’m glad everything worked out,” she whispered.
“We… I am happy as well,” Luna replied.
“Do you regret not finding the counterspell?”
Luna scoffed. “Pfft, not at all. We called off the search for a reason. We are perfectly happy with our nightly activities.”
Celestia giggled. “Oh, that reminds me. Do you mind fielding the Saddle Arabian ambassador tomorrow? He has asked us to help him with a minor taxation problem they’ve been having.”
Luna smirked. “Again? We thought this was handled that last month.”
Celestia shrugged. “I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle.”
“Of course, sister. We look forward to the meeting.” She paused. “Oh, and will you turn it up one notch?”
Celestia nodded. “And you as well?”
“Of course.”
As the mare reached them, she bowed. But something was strange. She heard a buzzing, but she couldn’t quite tell where it was coming from.
