Sisters

“I’ve missed you so much, big sister!”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

Their reunion was, at first, restrained. There was so much to do, and she could hardly believe it was true as she went through the motions, praising her faithful student and her friends, giving Ponyville first a glimpse at the new princess and then there was all the drama that Canterlot could offer.

She shielded Princess Luna as well as she could, and of course inside the castle all the ponies were in her thrall and would cope with whatever she told them to.

It was frustrating. Luna was overwhelmed, and she wanted nothing more but to retire to her bedchambers and make things what they were before but it wasn’t as simple as that, despite her wishes.

Still, she’d pined for a thousand years; a few days would pass like nothing.

*****

Luna wasn’t ready to pick up where they’d left off, and while that was frustrating, it was understandable.

And she had her guards.

Three of them this time, and she’d considered a fourth but sometimes they didn’t like that. It was no trouble to get two dicks in her mouth or even three if the stallions in question were well-hung and stood close and had a good sense of rhythm, but many of them really didn’t like the idea of touching dicks with another stallion even if they were doing it for her.

Usually it was hard to think of much else when she had three stallions; there was always so much to concentrate on, but not this time. The warm body under her could have been her sisters; the tongue on her clit could have been Luna’s instead.

Her guards were always submissive, even though sometimes she wanted to be dominated.

“Fuck me in the ass,” she whispered to one of them, and he hastened to comply.

Could she get them to fuck each other? She’d done it before, her cook--of all ponies--with her muzzle buried in the royal plot as the guards scrambled to follow her commands.

That was years ago, and best forgotten. It had been fun at the time, but had done nothing to fill the hollow spot in her being.

She closed her eyes and briefly considered the dick in front of her muzzle before taking it into her mouth as something to do. The third stallion hadn’t been deterred by his fellow’s close proximity and was suckling her teats. Once he got hard again, she could have him pound her pussy.

Sister. Her ears perked at the voice only she could hear.

We see you are . . . occupied.

“No.” Her words were muted by the cock in her mouth, and she should not have spoken aloud. All three stallions froze, undoubtedly worried that they’d been the one who had just displeased their princess.

“I’m--” The stallion in her ass grunted and came, hanging his head in shame, pulling out after only one spurt. His second and third got the one who’d been licking her nipples. He hung his head in shame as his friend frantically wiped off his face.

We would not want to interrupt your festivities.

“Please do,” she whispered.

For just a moment, she had a teasing view of her sister languidly rubbing a hoof over her dripping vulva, before it was gone. We remember how to please ourself. Do you not remember?

“I do,” Princess Celestia said. She spared her guards a moment’s glance. “Gentlestallions, forgive me, but an important matter of state has come to my attention.”

The three of them stood at attention as well as they could, given the circumstances. One still had a spray of cum across his face, and another was still fully erect, his dick glistening with her own saliva.

“You are discharged from your duties for the rest of the evening,” she continued. “And, should you find yourself in further need of release, a mare named Velvet Touch has recently come into my employ and I know she would love the attention of several royal guards. You would likely find her in the palace dormitories.” No doubt with a toy or two under her tail, or perhaps another willing mare or stallion.

She walked away as they were still gathering up their armor. Not into the hallway, not towards her sister’s room, not yet. It wouldn’t do to act desperate even though she was, even though she could practically feel the two of them coupled.

Instead, she slowly walked out to the balcony and looked once more at the moon, now lacking her sister’s familiar silhouette. She felt its cold light on her fur, warming her in a way that no legion of stallions ever could, and she basked in it until once again her sister’s visage mockingly filled her vision.

I’ve brought my thestrals back. There were a pair of them, a stallion and a mare. He was unsheathed and she was wet under her tail and they could have been fucking each other but she knew they hadn’t been, she knew that the stallion was damp with Luna’s passion. She could see it clearly how his jaw had clenched as he’d thrust inside her sister, deeper and deeper, filling her with his cum and all the while she’d had her talented tongue on the mare, her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps as the stallion rode her, but never losing her concentration on the prize, her tongue speaking under the mare’s tail.

Almost without thinking, she touched a bare forehoof between her legs, trying but failing to tune out her sister’s mocking laughter.

Even the moon mocked her, a body which had been under her control for a thousand years but no more.

No more.

*****

She glided through the halls like a wraith, her arousal plain to anypony she passed.

She didn’t care; she was a mare on a mission.

Of course her sister had warded the door to her bedroom, and of course when she finally got it open, her sister was at the bottom of a pony pile.

Well, really more in the middle.

“I see you’re losing no time with your thestrals,” Princess Celestia commented dryly.

“They missed me.” Her voice was muffled.

“As did I.” She folded her legs and sat on the cold marble floor. “I assume you didn’t summon me to brag?”

“You could have all the ponies in the castle if you asked,” she said, finally bringing her head up. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light. “I’m sure that isn’t news.”

“They’re not you.”

“Nopony else is.” Princess Luna stuck her tongue out.

*****

There was a lot for them to talk about, a thousand years apart to cover. Most importantly, how they’d dealt with their own personal purgatories, how they’d tried and failed to fill the voids in their hearts.

And there would be a time to discuss that, perhaps in the sober light of day or the masking false light of the night, perhaps in the more neutral between-times, the fading light of day or the setting of the moon, but that was for later.

After she’d dismissed her thestrals, Princess Luna regarded her elder sister. “You came here without regalia.”

“As is proper.” She bowed her head. “We are equals.”

“Mmh.” Luna licked her lips. “I think not. Not tonight.”

“What do you mean?” It was a rhetorical question; she knew exactly what Luna meant.

“I mean get on the bed.” Luna’s voice was husky, commanding, and her hooves moved of their own volition across the bedchambers, led her onto the rumpled sheet stained with sweat and cum and who knew what else.

“On your back.”

Princess Celestia paused for a moment before complying, and her protest as silvery shackles magically materialized around her fetlocks, tugging her uncomfortably exposed.

Her sister climbed onto the bed, rubbing her muzzle teasingly along her vunerable belly and up her neck. “I could have my thestrals ride you raw all night long. One command, and it would be done.”

Luna’s hoof trailed behind her muzzle, touching the sensitive spots. “Or I could make you watch as they rode me.”

“Yes.”

“They would touch you here.” Princess Luna brushed her hoof across her erect nipples. “And here.” She slid her hoof alongside her aching clit, not quite touching, not yet.

“And you would just lie there and take it.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“What I want?” Luna frowned. “I want a thousand years back.” Her magic glimmered and a blade appeared, shimmering with magic. “Tell me why I shouldn’t.” She brushed the hilt against Princess Celestia’s ruff.

“We are nothing without each other.”

“Don’t think I’m not willing to take the risk.” Princess Celestia sucked in her breath as Luna turned the blade, touching the point against her belly. “I . . . I--”

“Yes.” It was a whisper, and as she spoke the blade vanished, a bad memory. “Take me. Make me pay.”

“I shall.”

“I’ve been a bad pony.” She shivered in anticipation.

“You’ve been a bad pony.” Princess Luna lowered her head and brushed her nose against her sister’s belly. “A very bad pony.”

She kissed Princess Celestia’s teats, hesitantly at first, before her tongue caressed her big sister’s nipple. “I--”

“Yes.”

Luna moved lower, kissing and caressing, and she had a moment to reflect upon how long it had been before she’d come so quickly.

“You’re making this too easy,” Luna complained.

“Not my intention, I promise.” How long had it been since she’d really felt helpless? Since she’d relinquished control so entirely?

“I should invite my thestrals back in.”

They both knew she wouldn’t.

She never could have counted the number of ponies who had been under her tail, the number of ponies who had sniffed curiously at her marehood before putting a hoof or a tongue or a dick against her, in her; she never could have expressed in words what made it different when it was her sister, but it was. A completeness that hadn’t been there for a thousand years. Pressure on a spot that nopony’s tongue or dick had been able to reach, a place that only her sister could reach.

She was bound and her muscles tensed and had no proper relief as she squirmed around on the bed, simultaneously trying to avoid the pleasures her sister’s tongue brought while embracing them, while becoming lost in them. Her horn sputtered and flickered and impotently shot spells in the ceiling, in the walls, and there was a warmth and fullness that had been missing for far too long; she hadn’t realized how empty she was until her sister filled her.

*****

Princess Luna’s throne was smaller and to the side, that was what ponies saw. She was secondary.

But in the bedchambers--that was what ponies didn’t see. Yin and Yang, two parts of the same. Luna was content to be subservient in the public eye because she knew who ruled the bedroom, who was on top where it actually counted. She knew, unfairly, every one of Princess Celestia’s weak spots, and used them mercilessly, and Princess Celestia took it every night without more than a token protest.

She had a thousand years to make up for, after all.