When Stars Transcend The Line

The next day, Celestia woke up with the biggest headache. She moaned in pain turning over to see Luna sitting causally at the dinner table.

"Luna, what time is it?" She groaned cracking her eyes open to find her hooves.

"And here I thought my sister was a morning pony. It is..." She glanced over to the clock on the wall. "I can't tell. Human's have confusing clocks."

"Can the sun wait a few more hours?" She groaned covering her face.

"You spent the entire night watching the television. I fell asleep before you!" Luna pointed out making the solar princess moan again.

"I'm hungry and tired."

"Good morning to you, too, Celestia. It is 2 in the afternoon." Astin greeted sipping coffee with Luna at the dinner table. The white mare peeked out and saw some sliced carrots and apples awaiting her.

She slid out of bed and trotted over to table yawning.

"Good morning, Sister. Today's forecast is sunny with overcast at 4." Luna said reading the newpaper.

"Luna, that paper is from 9 years ago." Astin pointed to the date.

"Oh." She closed the paper and slid it into the garbage bin. "Then why do you have it?"

"I had a lot of things happen 9 years ago." The human said in a begrudging voice poking at the eggs on his plate.

Celestia levitated the plate towards her and ate eggs happily, "Don't let the past get you down. Things will always get better. Right, Luna?"

Astin snorted as the lunar diarch shrugged, "Humans are made by our past. We learn our past so we don't repeat stupid things." He thought about his words for a moment "Then we do that exact thing again."

"Sounds redundant." Luna said nonchalantly searching in the fridge for more food. The fridge creaked as the pony stood on her hind legs to grab the potato chips from the top of the fridge.

"Are those crisps!?" The solar princess said in excitement jumping from her seat and walking over to Luna and the bag.

"That's the British way of saying it. We call them, chips, over here." Astin explained opening the bag for them.

"I had them in Gryphodonia. They were a delicious rarity. Potatoes need a rather colder climate than normal." Celestia explained eating one with a pleased smile.

"You guys are ravenous. Luna ate my entire fridge full of vegetables and now my chips." He gestured to the bag. Luna's ears fell and she looked at him with big, blue puppy dog eyes.

"We require sustenance, Sir Astin."

"Please, Sir Astin. We shall compensate you tenfold for your actions when we return." Celestia added.

"Fine, we are going grocery shopping. You are to remain in the car while I go." Astin looked at them both, "Understood?"

"We are not foal-" Celestia put her hoof on Luna's muzzle and nodded.

"Will we get more cr- er... chips?" The white mare corrected.

"You can choose the flavor. First and foremost, can you use a spell to make yourselves human?" Luna thought for a moment before her horn glowed.

The blue alicorn was encapsulated in a glowing white light that began to morph and shape according to Astin's figure. That is until the glow stopped and faded leaving an exhausted Luna in its wake.

"I need a human female to use as a magical muse." She shook her head almost spearing the human.

"My gosh, don't kill me with that thing." He poked her horn and pulled it up. The alicorn jerked a bit from the sudden touch blushing brightly.

"Do not carelessly touch our horn, Ruffian!" Luna squeaked shaking her head and backing away.

"Sorry? Is it painful or something?" He bent down to her height. Celestia blushed watching the transaction.

"A horn is a point of arousal on mares. They tend to have magic rings around the ridges where mana pools. It's a sensual and vulnerable area..." Celestia explained pulling her head up courteously to his distress.

"Why must we always be touch inappropriately? First, he touches our flank and now, our horn!" Luna muttered in a growly voice.

"Your flank? Where those pictures are? I don't know much about My Little Pony. I'm doing my best." Astin asked.

"Yes! Is it human culture to look at a mare's backside and touch her sexually!?"

"No! I didn't know, calm down!" Astin put his hands up in surrender.

"Luna, please. He meant nothing by his actions. It was carelessness on his part but not with the intent to harm you." Celestia said simply spreading her wings out to jump on the couch.

Suddenly, there was a loud grumble and a flash from the window.

"Really? A thunderstorm." Astin sighed as they walked over and opened the window. It was pouring and making all the snow turn into slush on the ground.

Luna's coat began standing on end as another flash lit up the sky.

"Ok, so shopping is out the window. What about setting more ground rules?"

"I can enjoy a few rules." Celestia muttered feeling a bit saddened by the lack of sun. Luna's wing found its way across her withers.

"Rule number 1. No touching horns."

"No touching tips. Got it." Astin facepalmed for a moment before laughing at his own inside joke. "2nd rule. No going to the attic. I have private things in there."

"Seems simple. No touching wings or flanks either." Celestia added to the first rule.

"What about *yawn* heats." Luna asked raising her wings to reveal the beautiful galaxy feathers underneath. Astin was a bit shocked because of the feathers being blue on one side and galaxy on the other. Maybe that was why they frequently preen?

"I'm sure we can handle each other. No calling each other Whorses. It's very insulting."

"Horses?"

"Yes."

"Like the tall pony."

"Not the species! Whorses with a w. Horse is still an insult as well."

"Oh, people call humans whores or monkeys. It's degrading."

Luna cringes, "Being called a monkey sounds dreadful."

"It usually is followed by a racial slur or punches flying." Astin said rolling his eyes. Celestia stumbles off the couch and looked out the window.

"The sky is so polluted. Do you humans ever clean your sky?"

"How would we do that?" Astin asked a bit sarcastically.

"Pegasi clean the skies with the magic in their wings that work as a purification agent." Luna expained for her.

"We need more pegasi in my world before that can happen." He chuckled a bit and got up.

"What do you do for a living?" Celestia asked politely following him.

"Author. Writing Commissions. I just need go pay bill and by groceries. Something tells me that my living expenses are gonna be a bit high for a while." He said jokingly. Celestia giggled as they walked up the stairs.

"My writing room is downstairs and my personal history is in the attic."

"I would love to read your work. I'm a bit of a book nerd, if I do say so myself." Celestia boasted happily.

"We'll see..." He chuckled finally.