An exhausted Princess Luna floated between the realms of sleep and awakening. Everything had happened so suddenly, she wondered if she once more found herself upon the cusp of waking from fantasy.
No, she told herself, this had indeed come to pass. The dreadful, unspeakable power she had wielded—rather, wielded me—as Nightmare Moon had indeed been driven from her by the Elements of Harmony. She could still not comprehend how Celestia, her dear, sweet Celestia, had found it within herself to forgive her misdeeds.
Her bedchamber was just as she remembered it, with not even the most minute of details neglected in the recreation of her sanctum from the Castle of the Two Sisters. In light of her millennium-long exile, Celestia was the only living pony with a memory of how it had been. It appeared as if Luna had never left; not a speck of dust rested upon the mahogany desk, drawers, or nightstand, their surfaces varnished to a glossy sheen.
The checkered midnight-blue-and-cobalt tiles, separated by a half-inch of silver, had been buffed until there was not the slightest hint of hoof scuffs or scratches. Her four-poster, fashioned from the same wood as the rest of the chamber's furnishings, was veiled with semi-opaque lavender silk, just as it had always been. When she had climbed into bed, she noticed the royal-blue sheets with imperial-purple hems were freshly pressed and without wrinkles. The matching pegasus-down pillows, with her mark embroidered into them with silver thread, felt as though they had only just been fluffed.
Did Sister always know the Nightmare would relinquish its hold? Or was it merely naivete? Try as Luna might, she could not rein in her racing mind. Her legs shifted beneath the silken sheets. Being incorporeal for a thousand years, only to be smitten by the Elements of Harmony within several hours of her return had left her broken and drained, yet sleep would not claim her. Everything is perfect, so why can I not rest as the moon rests?
Even the rich satin drapes were in their proper place, not suffering but the most minute thread of sunlight to penetrate her sanctum. Perhaps it is too perfect, she thought. Her limbs felt heavy, as if the bone had been replaced with iron. Such a feeling had grown alien, for she had not truly slept while a prisoner in the moon. It had been a perpetual state of limbo, where she did not slumber, nor hunger, nor thirst, but she could think and could feel the bitter cold of space biting her.
Princess Luna's eyes shot open.
A warm, tingly feeling blossomed in her nethers like a stargazer lily on spring's first morn. She gasped sharply, looking skyward. But her chamber remained in perfect darkness, so much so that she could not see the ceiling that had been studded with diamonds in the patterns of the constellations.
Her hind legs quivered as the warmth spread and grew hotter, evoking sensations deep within her that she had all but forgotten. Nectar trickled from her nethers. The Royal Guard informed me that Sister had abolished the Royal Harem centuries ago, was all she could think as an adroit tongue lapped up her juices whilst only caressing her folds' outermost inch.
Luna's breaths came short and laboured. She tucked her forelegs against her upper barrel and bit her lower lip. The eddying pleasure in her lower abdomen roiled into a tempest that ravaged her stomach as the tongue inside her marehood probed deeper and deeper. An involuntary shudder rippled through her body. It felt so good—and it had been so, so long.
Pressure continued to build. The tongue was far inside, caressing her innermost nerve endings. She felt a muzzle against her lower lips, and her hips ground against it of their own accord. Whomever sought to gain favour with her was most certainly going to claim what they desired; perhaps it was because it had been so long since she had satiated her carnal desires, but Luna could not remember receiving cunnilingus like this.
As she tried to postpone her impending orgasm, she wondered who it might be. A courtesan, or perhaps a Royal Guard of lower station. Whoever it was surely wielded enough authority to gain entry to her chamber without contest from the guards stationed outside its polished ebony doors. If they could finish their performance as well as they started, Luna resolved to bestow a most lavish recompense upon them as soon as her head could once again bear the weight of her crown.
Another, more powerful breaker of pleasure crashed into her. She felt herself squirm as her wings snapped open, rustling the bed sheets. Yes, yes! More—more! I am... I am— “Ah!” she cried. Her whole body froze. Although the unknown muzzle was pressed firmly against her marehood, she felt the tongue penetrate ever so slightly deeper, little by little. “Ah!”
And then it made a sudden twist.
“AAAH!”
Luna came, shaking violently, bucking her hips against the muzzle. Her orgasm overwhelmed her completely, exploding in a cascade of magical fireworks in her brain. The sheer force of it caused her tongue to loll out of her open mouth. Time did not seem to exist as she rode the high of her climax, lost in the throes of ecstasy. She could not say how long it took for her orgasm to subside. When it ended, the muzzle and tongue were absent from her nethers.
Sitting bolt upright, her coat matted with sweat, she demanded, “Who enters our royal chamber?” Immediately, Luna winced. Her fatigue coupled with the fallout from such a powerful orgasm left her voice feeble and devoid of the booming, commanding tenor that she had oft used to bring those beneath her to their knees.
But it at least retained some of its desired effect; somepony stirred below her hind legs beneath the sheets. With anticipation holding the breath in her throat, she lit her horn and watched the figure slowly rise. It immediately became clear that whoever her mysterious paramour was stood at least a head taller than the common pony, and was a unicorn. And then the sheets fell back.
“Sister?”
Luna did not trust her eyes. But nevertheless, sitting before her, with Luna's juices glistening on her muzzle, was Celestia. “I missed you so dearly, Sister,” Celestia said.
“I—you—why?” Luna could feel her heart battering against her rib cage.
Celestia leaned forward and kissed her. A thrill jolted Luna as their muzzles locked. She could taste herself on her sister's tongue, and her own musky scent filled her flared nostrils. Despite herself, she moaned softly as a forehoof caressed her curvy barrel. She did not know what to feel when their kiss finally broke.
“We are not supposed to indulge ourselves like this...” But desire still throbbed in Luna's nethers, the tremendous orgasm leaving a dull ache of wanting in its wake.
An impish grin crossed Celestia's soft features. “The law is what we choose to make it, Sister.”
Luna gazed into her sister's eyes. As long as it had been since she enjoyed the intimate company of another, it had been longer still since she and Celestia had shared a bed. “Why?”
“Why not?” Celestia said. “After all that happened... I cannot imagine what you must be feeling. The grief I felt ever since the day I wielded the Elements to—there is a reason I sealed them in stone. But no matter what emotions wracked me these past thousand years, I know they do not compare to the torture I subjected you to. I know—I know, we agreed to end our affair when we were nearly caught but... Oh, it has been too long, dear Sister, and I could think of no more sincere way to beg your forgiveness than this; words cannot hope to carry the same weight as actions.”
Emotions came flooding into her. With joyous tears welling in her eyes, she nuzzled Celestia. “There is nothing to forgive, for the abomination you imprisoned was not me. Not truly me. And... I must confess, I always bore resentment for that agreement. Everypony I had been with ever since was always a poor substitute.”
Nuzzling back, Celestia hummed. “My sentiments exactly.”
“Oh, Sister, I love you.” Luna snuffed her horn, plunging her chamber into total darkness once more. “I just pray that the Nightmare never makes its return.”
“You may not believe it,” Celestia said, “but you have greater strength than you know. It may take some time to regain it, but regain it you shall.”
“But, my royal duties—”
Celestia's snout brushed against Luna's, leaving hints of the younger alicorn's juices behind. “Equestria has waited a thousand years for you to resume your position at my side in Canterlot's throne room. It can wait a few more months, if necessary, and I will not allow you to return before you feel truly ready.”
With a flick of her tongue, Luna licked her snout clean. “Thank you. And thank you for affording me the... relief I did not know I yearned for.”
There was a rustling in the sheets. “It was the least I could do.”
“Sister, where are you going?”
Although Luna could not see her, she knew Celestia had placed her forehooves on the floor with a pair of graceful clacks. “To tend to Equestria's needs, as I have tended yours. It is past daybreak, after all.”
A primal hunger stirred within Luna. The body-shivering orgasm had only provoked her thirst—and she could think of but a lone means to slake it. “You are not going anywhere, Sister. At least, not until your kindness has been repaid.”
Even in the darkness, Luna knew Celestia wore a foxy smile. “Mmm, you missed me, too,” Celestia said. “Oh, how I've yearned for this...”
Luna's nostrils took in a scent that they had not for so long, she had almost forgotten it. But the distinct, sweet, and unmistakable smell of her elder sister's wanton desire made the memories of eons gone by come flooding back in all their carnal vividness. Her tongue had made but the slightest touch against Celestia's marehood when she tasted it. “Sister, you are already dripping. Where is your royal decency?”
“To Tartarus with royal decency,” Celestia said. Luna could hear the hunger in her elder's voice. “I need it. I need you.”
The taste was sweet on Luna's tongue. She savoured it for no longer than a heartbeat before she placed her forehooves on Celestia's rear. “My, you have put on weight.”
“Only in the right places, Luna,” Celestia said, shivering beneath her sister's touch. “Cakes have only grown tastier in the time you’ve been gone.”
Luna's forehooves explored Celestia's lower body. Her curves are even more exquisite than before! Perhaps there is some merit to those sugary confections she indulges in. Celestia had indeed thickened up while Luna had languished in the moon, but only in the thighs and rear; she was quick to notice her barrel was slender and shapely as it had always been. Luna caressed her, relishing the supple feel of her sister's incredible body.
A hard thwack! resonated through the bedchamber followed closely by an equally aroused and surprised whinny. Luna bit her lip—it felt every bit as good as it had some thirteen centuries ago, and she knew a bright, hoof-shaped red mark would adorn Celestia's alabaster behind for a day or two at least. Good. Let them speculate.
It was Celestia's turn to take laboured breaths. “Ooh, Luna, as wonderful as that felt, you know you shouldn't do that.”
“And why not, Celestia? After all, the law is what we choose to make it,” Luna said coyly. “You uttered these words yourself, did you not?”
“I see your banishment has not dulled your wit.” Celestia's voice bore none of the snide tones implied by her words. “In that case, may I—ah!”
Luna had spanked her again, harder than the last time. With her right foreleg still shuddering from the blow, she grasped Celestia's bodacious hips and pulled her atop herself. Unable to show the same restraint as her sister, she plunged right in, her muzzle penetrating Celestia's lower lips. Almost overcome by the sweetness of it, she ravenously lapped away at her sister's honey pot.
She had only begun to work her tongue when she felt the breeze from Celestia's wings snapping open. Fully intoxicated by her sister's juices, she wriggled and writhed her tongue deep inside her while passionately stroking her hips, thighs, and rear. Celestia shuddered in her clutch.
“Oh, Sister, Sister,” she moaned, rocking back and forth on Luna's face.
Luna tilted her head to the right, then to the left, and to the right again. She could feel Celestia's lower lips winking, kissing her muzzle. Her own nethers quivered with wanting. As if her sister heard her thoughts, the shimmering of magic reached her ears. She did not need to look down to know what was about to happen.
A powerful jolt of pleasure surged through her, from her mound, all the way up her spine, into her brain, and then in a cascade of ripples down her body. The suddenness caused her to stop moving her mouth and tongue until she recovered. Her marehood squeezed against what filled every inch of it: A lengthy, girthy rod fashioned from Celestia's golden-yellow magic.
The phantasmal phallus slid up and down inside her, massaging even the deepest nerves of her inner walls. With redoubled vigour, Luna licked her sister's insides. As her cunnilingus grew in intensity, so, too did Celestia's thrusts with her device. Luna's hind legs quivered as ecstasy once again took control.
Celestia ground herself into Luna harder. She leaned forward, stroking Luna's slender, curvaceous lower body. As all the love, all the tenderness she shared with her sister washed over her, she could not help but wonder if the events and sentiments that preceded the Nightmare taking its hold over her would have transpired at all had they remained lovers. Was the resentment I felt no more than unrequited desires for her?
Luna felt as if she were floating. Celestia permeated every sense, and she could not have enough. With each throb of pleasure came the magic toy, filling her insides perfectly. It even pulsed and felt fleshy and warm like a stallion's. Were it a hair's breadth longer or thicker, it would be too large for her to accommodate, but her sister had tailored it to fit her exact dimensions.
Luna brought her forehoof into Celestia's rear a third time—the hardest yet, eliciting another sharp whinny. The sizable magic wand slammed into her harder and faster with each stroke, and Celestia rode her face with heightened fervour. With a hoof on each cheek, Luna pulled her lover's buttocks with greater strength, her forelegs burning from the exertion.
Bucking against the magic inside her, Luna felt the pressure deep within near its boiling point. But she reined herself in, forcing herself into a steady rhythm to remain atop ecstasy's summit as long as her flaring nerves would allow. Celestia, doubtless reading into Luna's movements, allowed her pace to fall into alignment with her sister's.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Luna, each one's undertow pulling her toward orgasm with greater force than the last. The long, low moan from Celestia told her she was at least as close as herself. Luna felt the rocks of her resistance erode to granules of sand, but she held on as long as she could, knowing the more she could postpone her inevitable orgasm, the sweeter the relief would be.
She could hear her sister's breathing grow ragged. Her own chest heaved, and her lower muscles ached from the constant stimulation and clenching. Luna could not say how long she teetered on the edge of release. Her limbs grew weak, her body trembled. The hard, throbbing magic rod twitched and pulsed within her, and inside her it remained.
And then the sisters came.
Celestia collapsed atop her, convulsing with untamed pleasure, her limbs thrashing against the mattress. Luna's eyes rolled back, and her tongue, still deep inside her sister, drooped from her sore muzzle. The magic that filled her faded as Celestia lost control, but Luna hardly noticed. Both alicorns' juices flowed freely, with Celestia's running down Luna's throat and matting the fur on her face and neck, while Luna's left their sticky mark on the white silks of her inner bed sheets.
Time slept as they drifted upon the torrents of their orgasms. Even at the height of their love, Luna had never felt anything as incredible as what she felt now. It was as if every shred of her entire being experienced the highest of pleasures. For the first time since her return, Princess Luna no longer felt like a broken mare. Now the healing could truly begin.
Not long after their tumultuous orgasms at last subsided, Celestia and Luna were wrapped in each other's legs, bellies and chests firmly pressed together. The scents of their love hung thick in the air, and Luna could still taste her sister upon her lips. Although they were bathed in darkness, they stared into one another's loving eyes and stroked each other with their forehooves. Luna could not say how long they remained there in silence, occasionally sharing gentle kisses.
Eventually, Celestia chose to break the silence. “Oh, Luna, Luna, how I missed you. Nopony could ask for a sister like you.”
“Or lover?”
Celestia kissed her again. “Especially lover.”
“What if we are caught, Sister? What then?” Luna asked, giving Celestia a light peck on the snout.
“Then let them think what they will,” Celestia said. “Nopony can make love like you, and not even being apart for a thousand years was enough to smother our feelings.”
They shared a long kiss, their tongues slowly dancing between their locked muzzles. When it ended, Luna could not prevent herself from beaming. “To think, I had almost forgotten what this felt like. I would give up my crown without hesitation before I give you up again, Sister.”
“And I you, but it will never come to that. You have my word.” Celestia, her every movement a testament to her reluctance, withdrew from her sister and set her hooves upon the bedchamber's smooth tiled floor. “I wish for nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with you.”
“Go,” Luna said, stifling a yawn. “Your—our—subjects need you.” As she spoke, she felt as if a part of herself had gone. “This will not be the last time we share a bed, and the waiting will only make our next coupling all the sweeter.”
“It shall, my lovely sister,” Celestia said, the click-clacks of her hooves punctuating her words, “it shall.”
Luna's eyes fluttered shut, and at last, blissful sleep claimed her.
