A Princess and Princess Show

Celestia put her .... diary? Yes, her diary, away. She had truly missed Luna, and had not expressed it as often as she should. She had prepared a special surprise for her sister weeks before, and it had finally came back to her.

She glanced at the bag sitting besides her bed. Her horn glowed, and lifted her commissioned dress out of the bag. Luna seemed a little listless recently. Time to fix that.

Luna sat on the balcony of her bedroom, staring at the lights of Canterlot below her night sky. The knowledge that more ponies than ever roamed beneath her moon, yet she still couldn’t suppress the fear that everypony had turned to cursing her night the moment she wasn’t looking.

She sighed and turned away. She had neglected paperwork once more to quiet her doubt. She walked back to her desk, her head low. She levitated her quill from where it had slid behind her table and started pushing through stacks of forms and requests.

Luna glanced at at scrap of paper taped to the table, then closed her eyes and sighed.

Her ears flicked back at the sound of hoofsteps.

“What is it, Celestia--”

Luna was cut off by one feather soft white wing caressing her shoulder.

“Do you know I love you, dear sister?”

“Yes, of course, you’ve only said it so many times.”

“But I’ve only said it. I never showed you how much I appreciate you being here with me.”

“What are you--” Luna turned around and froze. Celestia stood before her, smiling from within a maid’s outfit.

Celestia’s eyes flickered. “Tonight, I will show you exactly how deep my love goes. My service is all for you.” Celestia’s wing pulled Luna off the seat cushion and over to her bed.

To Luna’s own surprise, she found herself heating up.

Luna was pushed onto her back. “Oh my,” she whispered.

“Relax,” Celestia said. “All you need to do is to lean back--” Celestia lowered her head, and breathed out softly, making Luna squirm, “--and enjoy.” Celestia’s tongue darted out and licked away at the beading moisture on Luna’s lower lips.

Luna clamped her hooves over her muzzle, her face blushing red. “This-- you’ve never done this before!” she gasped out.

Celestia gave Luna’s vagina a gentle kiss. “And that was a mistake I greatly regret, and am eager to rectify.”

Fresh nectar flowed out of Luna’s marehood, and Celestia happily lapped it up. Celestia raised her hooves to pull Luna in closer. Luna squeaked loudly, making Celestia pause. “Are you alright sister?”

“Please, more,” Luna gasped out, her cheeks aflame.

Celestia smiled. “As you wish.” Her tongue swirled inside Luna’s warm tunnel, rubbing and sucking. Her teeth would randomly flick against Luna’s clit, making her sister’s entire body tense and twist.

Within a few moments, Luna started gasping out. “Celly, soon--!”

Celestia increased the fervor of her ministrations and pretty soon Luna’s muscles locked as ecstasy flowed through her. Celestia smiled as her sister’s fluids coated her muzzle, then slowly crawled over Luna’s body, kissing all the way.

She stopped over Luna’s breathless gaze, and lowered her lips over Luna’s own.

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Patrick stood sat on the other side of the bed, staring at the notepad in his hands. “Wow I do not know how to write sexy dialogue.” He looked over his shoulder to see the Sisters still going at it. “Not gonna stop?”

Luna seemed to clutch Celestia’s torso even harder, even as the Solar Princess raised her hips and started grinding her own nether lips against Luna’s. “Alrighty then,” Patrick said, walking around the bed and crouching behind the pair. “Never really looked at real horse puss for real before.”

He gently prodded it, absently noting the sisters moaning in response. He poked his finger into Luna’s vagina, then Celestia’s. “Hmm. Luna’s really is cooler, though not by much.” He rubbed his fingers along the sides. “Both still feel quite similar, though I don’t know if that’s a genetic thing.”

Next, he pushed a hand in between them and cupped Celestia’s breasts. They were less pronounced than the average human’s, though supposedly humans are the only creature to have permanently engorged ones anyways. He stared blankly at the wall. “Nope, let’s not go to that train of thought.”

Patrick looked up, and it appeared that the sisters had finally exhausted themselves, and were now simply curled up, breathing heavily, and sharing spit.

Patrick looked around the room. “Not having a libido is weird.” He looked back at the bed. “Still cute though.” He crawled onto the bed behind Celestia, and hugged her back.

After a moment he crawled over them to cuddle Luna, because he was starting to seriously sweat. “What are you, a furnace?” he grumbled. Under the covers, Luna exuded a cool softness not dissimilar to a freshly made bed, a gentle chill that didn’t start robbing bodyheat from one’s bones.

The moon had come and gone. Celestia had offered to take up some of Luna’s paperwork, acting normally as if the lace covered dress on the floor wasn’t even there.

Luna went back to bed with a smile, with a snoring Patrick unnoticed still on her back. He eventually woke up when Luna rolled onto his face, leaving him attempting to breath horse mane. At first he thought he woke up in space for some reason, then he pushed Luna off his face and managed to get air into his lungs.

After thoroughly borrowing Luna’s bathroom, he wandered over to the balcony and stared. He stayed a step away since the low railing almost made him fell over. “Well, I confirmed that neither of them can notice me, I can basically get any food I want with a carefully written note.” Patrick scratched his nose. “Now what?”

He looked at the stack of notepads piled inside his pilfered shopping bag. “I can give suggestions and entire prepared scripts,” he mused. “But most of them are preplanned things. Can’t exactly mess with things on a whim.”

He looked down at the streets below, filled with colorful dots wandering around like very coordinated and friendly ants. Kinda like NPCs. “Huh. I wonder if I can make my own player character to control around.”

In short order, he had drew up a dpad, some large buttons, and another sheet explaining what to do upon seeing it.

Patrick didn’t really feel like trying to wander off around the castle when there was a perfectly fine alicorn besides him, so he practiced his (admittedly somewhat mediocre) drawing skills out of a lack things to do.

He was nomming on a piece of toast he ordered by taping the request outside Luna’s doors when he heard a quiet pop, and a curious “Hmm,” from an accented voice.

Patrick turned around and felt his blood freeze when Discord floated over. Luna was still sleeping off her night time excitement, and didn’t react all to Discord poking her face.

Crap, Patrick thought. He tested his nonexistence against alicorns, but he completey forgot about Discord, who was up there in power level but on a completely different axis. Can he even find me.

Picking up his control drawings, he carefully edged towards Luna’s bed. “H-hello?” he whispered.

Discord gave no reaction, but Patrick saw his ear twitch almost subconsciously. Almost five seconds later, Discord snapped his eyes to a few feet behind him. “S-”hit, he thought, shuffling towards Luna even faster.

Once there, he shoved Luna roughly off the bed, her horn bonking off a desk in his haste. “Bwah?” she gasped out through bloodshot eyes. Eyes that starred somewhat uncomprehending at the pieces of paper held in front of her.

Discord looked at her collapsed form in confusion, then yelped as Luna sleepily fired a beam of magic vaguely in his direction.

Patrick dragged Luna’s surprisingly heavy form into a standing position, hopped onto her back, then held his thumbs over a d-pad direction and another button.

“Moonbutt, what are you--”

Luna abruptly threw herself over the balcony, wings spread and yawning.

“AARARGGH,” Patrick contributed intelligently, mashing the arrow keys to dodge a tower Luna seemed too sleep deprived to notice.

Discord’s paw appeared over Patrick’s head out of nowhere. “There seems to be Nothing here. Curious.” His talon closed together. All Patrick could think of was his regret in not writing down a button mapped to teleportation.

Patrick faceplanted onto a carpeted floor. He peeled his face off, groaning, and rolled onto his back. He squinted at the fluorescent lights. Looks like the convention again. “Did anyone get the number of that truck,” he muttered, sitting up, them fell speechless.

The vendor hall was empty, saved for a confused old man covered in fistfuls of cash.

Patrick smacked him over the held with a folding chair.