Vacation Gone Right

Luna looked with trembling eyes at the gigantic waves rolling in the bay. Like the sails of a ship the strong wind waved Luna’s scintillating deep blue hair.

“Is this your idea of help?” Luna asked.

Celestia nodded.

“Nothing like cool water and hard exercise to wash the hormones away, my dear sister,” she said.

While Luna trembled and stared wide eyed at the cyclopean waves breaking against the shore, Celestia greeted the spectacle of nature with excitement barely contained. The wind rustling through her plaits, the sound of rolling water, the taste of salt in her mouth: all enhanced her thrill. The longer she stood on the shore of Ponzai Pipeline the more excited she got, her spine tingling and her hooves moving hither and thither in little nervous steps. How much she longed to surf through the barrel of an enormous breaking wave...to join the ponies already in the water, riding crests and catching air.

Celestia cast a look at her trembling sister and admired how cute she looked in yellow boardshorts with flowery designs. To match the clothing choices of their holiday retreat Celestia opted for red shorts that fit the floral patterns of her shirt.

“Don’t be afraid, Luna,” she said. “You know how to swim, a protection spell covers the boards, and you are an alicorn who has magic and wings to get away if things go sour. And I’ll be there for you. Don’t worry.”

“It’s looks daunting, sister,” Luna said, her voice shaky.

“I share that feeling. It’s like looking at a force against which even we, the royal sisters, are mere motes. See you there.”

Without giving a chance for Luna to respond Celestia, smiling like a filly, galloped across the sandy beach. Her shortboard, white and wrapped in a transparent golden cloud, floated behind her.

“Hey, sister, wait for me,” Luna shouted and followed her sister, her blue longboard levitating to her right.

When Celestia reached the water, quiet near the shore, she put her forelegs forwards and jumped, bird like, into the sea. Once her board positioned itself on the surface she emerged from beneath, laid on the board belly down, and started paddling with her hooves.

Upon reaching the middle of the distance between the shore and the point where the gigantic waves broke, Celestia stopped and looked back to see what Luna was doing. Her sister, however, had just breached the water, with tiny wave lapping at her knees and larger one hitting her in the face. Her longboard floated ahead of her.

Celestia was torn. The excited part of her wanted to abandon Luna to her own devices and quickly paddle towards the fun; the sister part wanted to stay and wait for Luna because Celestia had promised to be near. After all, if she wanted Luna to share a little bit of her excitement she must be with her, alert, just like Luna had been while they fed birds and carps.

Slowly Luna positioned herself on her longboard, then started paddling towards her waiting sister. Her jaws were clenched tight. Her mouth was just a thin line.

There were things to be afraid of in surfing – it was an extreme sport – but unicorn magic managed to neutralize the most. The boards were ensorcelled to move away from the surfer if her body and hooves lost contact with it. A transparent shield wrapped the seafloor and brought the surfer’s movement to stillness if she were caught by the force of the wave and propelled below. Spells aimed at specific groups of animals kept the predatory and venomous away. Sanitary incantations kept the water clean. It was one one the safest extreme sports available; and that was the reason why Celestia had settled for surfing when choosing what to share with her little sister Luna. She hoped Luna wouldn’t be scared after riding some waves.

Celestia smiled when Luna finally arrived.

“Let’s swim the rest together,” she said.

Luna smiled weakly and weakly said, “That would be best.”

Warmth spread through Celestia’s chest. It was better than the initial disapproval Luna had shown.

She nodded and started first. Luna followed, lagging a little bit behind. A wave crashed into foam several hundred meters away and then Celestia felt an enormous pull driving her ahead where other surfers splashed and waited for another wave to form.

Carried by the rip current, Celestia found herself amidst swirling water and froth. Just by being in this turbulent place, surrounded by like minded thrill seekers, Celestia felt excitement rush up her spine and hit her in the head. She sat on her board, her forelegs on the front, smiling, enjoying the up and down motions of the swell.

Luna floated to her right. She was trembling and tightly clenching her shortboard. Celestia guessed the pull of the current scared her witless.

She put a hoof on her sister’s forehead, right at the base of her horn.

“Luna, you have this. Don’t forget about it,” she said.

“Will we be carried into the ocean?” Luna asked through chattering teeth.

“No, and even if we are carried, don’t forget you have a horn.”

“Another big one coming!” a high voice rolled through the crowd.

Immediately all the surfers started paddling farther into the sea like one single organism, like fish towards bread in the pond.

“Let’s go, Luna,” Celestia, excited, said.

Reluctant, Luna began swimming after the group. Celestia followed her, closing the flock.

“You don’t have to stand on your hindlegs to surf,” Celestia explained. “You can lay down and ride the wave that way.”

“Really?” Luna asked, surprised. “I thought you must always use only two legs while surfing.”

Celestia shook her head. “That’s an advanced technique. You can do it on your belly or on all your legs. Nopony will judge you for it. But the bipedal stance and catching air is where all the fun really is. I’ll try to do that. You do the way you find best. Okay?”

“Okay,” Luna, nodding, said.

Feeling the sudden swell beneath, Celestia turned around. The green coast and the mountains on the horizon lowered as she was lifted on the wave’s crest. It was a familiar feeling because the same happened every time Celestia took flight but with the caveat that she was not in control. A force of nature took her to the sky, which was something that felt really good: to be out of control and at the mercy of other powers for once.

Jittery from excitement, Celestia stood on her hindlegs, forelegs stretched right and left, and smiled. Strong wind from behind, a powerful wave beneath, the clear blue sky above, sea drizzle on her face: the thrills of being alive.

She saw the wave start to break on her right and some surfers dive into the forming tube. To her left somepony turned sideways instead of going straight and was propelled into air. She tried to do a full spin but failed and disappeared beneath the folding wave: a white horse swallowed by a white horse.

When the wave that had submerged her disappeared, turned to mere foam, Celestia swam to the surface and checked Luna amidst the whitewash. Luna was hugging her board tight but her eyes seemed wide from something other than fear. Was that a smile on her face?

“Did you like it?” Celestia asked.

“Can’t say for sure,” Luna said. “But I liked how the wave felt beneath me. It was scary at first and I felt terrified of losing control, but then I saw the others and saw that the point is to ride this terrific wave as an act of mastery over it. I want to try more.”

Celestia beamed. Her heart exploded from joy.

Luna smiled in return, winked, then turned around and paddled back into the sea where among the large swells the surfer’s crew had already gathered. Celestia followed her.

While riding the next wave Celestia tried to shift sideways with her back towards the wind to get some air. Boosted by the wind, she disengaged from the wave but failed to do the spin and fell. Beneath the surface she was carried ahead and towards the seabed. After descending a hundred meters her movement calmed down, then finally stopped. Celestia opened her eyes and discovered a transparent dome, shimmering white, above her. The clear water around her had a peculiar green and gold sparkle that gave the reef with its corals, algae, and fish a truly magical feel: unicorn magic at its useful and best.

Celestia swam back to the surface and found herself amidst the ebb and flow of white foam. Luna passed in front of her, her face serene, content. She didn’t lay against the board; she was riding on her four hooves instead. Celestia’s little sister did a U-turn then put the left foreleg and hindleg into the water and started paddling back into the ocean.

“Come on, sister,” Luna said as she passed Celestia. “Waves are coming thick.”

Celestia looked to the right and saw her board gliding towards her. She gripped it, rolled herself on top of it, and paddled after Luna. One part of her liked that Luna got the hang of it; the other not so pleasant part envied that Luna still hadn’t lost her grip. They love each other very much – that was true – but sibling rivalry goes deep. The sun was good at sports liked these, not the moon.

The third wave Celestia once again tried to do some trick in the air and failed. Luna meanwhile rode the waves swinging right and left but never losing her hold. In this same zigzagging pattern she did descend the breaking wave to greet Celestia, floating once again, with a grin.

“That’s not fair,” Celestia said. “I try to do complicated stuff while all you do is just ride like a novice on all fours.”

“Is that a challenge, sister?”

Celestia nodded. “Yes.”

Celestia had been flabbergasted when the next series of waves Luna rode on her two hindlegs without the slightest tinge of fear. She still had the upper hoof, though, because she managed to performs spins while in air and land on her board. Luna still had to achieve that.

“You were right, sister,” Luna, excited, said while chilling in the eddies of froth after another break. “The bipedal stance is more fun. I’ll be going down the wave next time. See you.”

What Luna had said she did perform. When another big wave formed as it neared the shore, Luna positioned itself on the breaking point and slid down the enormous wall of water that sloped, curled, downwards over her. With the tube forming right behind her Luna whizzed along the wave, smiling, from victory shouting. On the final point of the wave she allowed herself to be swallowed by the closing mouth of the tube.

She returned quickly to the surface and quickly boarded her longboard.

“That was actually impressive, Luna,” Celestia, amazed, said.

“It’s fun, sister,” Luna said. “Really fun. Come join me the next wave.”

Smiling, Celestia nodded.

When the next white horse started to break, it’s foamy maw beginning to curve downwards, Celestia and Luna slid from the crest and across the moving, rolling, wall of water which twisted right behind them. Celestia had begun the descent first but Luna like a rocked passed by and took the leading place instead. This time at the end of the wave she didn’t allow herself to fall into the water. She shot out of the whitewash and did a fluid U-turn to greet Celestia, flabbergasted, falling down her board.

Luna paddled next to Celestia and helped her sit behind her.

“What are you doing, Luna?” Celestia, curious, asked.

“I propose the ultimate sisterly ordeal,” Luna said. “We shall ride a board down the wave together.”

“And how’s that a challenge?”

“We’ll see which of us has the better balance.”

Celestia lowered her eyebrows. “I’m in.”

Celestia wrapped her forelegs around Luna’s waist and placed her muzzle on Luna’s right shoulder. Feeling Luna’s warmth so close did interesting things to her. She again felt the tug in her stomach and the warmth in her nethers. If other ponies weren’t around Celestia would slip her hooves downwards till they reached Luna’s warmest place. How much she wanted it... Instead of calming her fires down the excitement of this adventure, adrenaline fuelled and fun, made Celestia feel her arousal stronger than before.

When Luna laid down and started paddling back towards the main group, the fluffy soft ball of her tail placed against Celestia’s crotch and tickling Celestia’s tingly and excited bloom, Celestia had to immobilize all of her will to avoid rubbing up and down Luna’s rump. The tingles spreading through her groin, the fluffiness against her clit, the foreign warmth against her lips: all felt good but too intense.

To satisfy her desire a little Celestia hugged Luna tightly and tightly pressed her crotch against her little sister’s butt, enjoying the myriad of electric tingles that spread through up her trunk and down her legs as Luna’s fluffy puffy tail squeezed tight against her clit. Thank goodness they were in the water and Celestia’s shivering on cold water could be blamed.

Upon reaching the ocean and feeling another wave swelling beneath them, Luna lifted herself up. Celestia understood the signal and, reluctant, unwrapped Luna from her arms. When her bloom, fiery and moist, lost all contact with Luna’s tail, chill wind caressed her inflamed lips and clit and caused unpleasant tingles in her groin. Her stomach churned and demanded to intimate closeness return and her heart ached from the loss of Luna’s coat, warm, soft, and so well known.

“You first,” Luna said, sitting on the board. Celestia noticed that Luna sounded husky, low, and her stomach twisted once more.

Celestia stood on her hindlegs, her forelegs stretched out to both sides. Luna stood up in front of her. Celestia’s chin grazed again her little sister’s head and she smelled Luna’s damp and salty hair. With fires of desire burning through her loins she found the overpowering smell of sea felt pleasant and attractive. No. Luna made it pleasant. That was it.

Sharing a board with her sister diminished Celestia’s thirst. With the board already wobbling and wavering beneath them, she needed full attention on her legs. They were about to perform a difficult manoeuvre that required all of their skills. If one of them did a single balancing mistake they would fall into the sea. Because they were sharing one single board, determining the culprit wouldn’t be hard.

Despite the zigzagging board beneath their feet the royal sisters managed to stay on top of the swell, wind hitting from behind, wind hitting from the front. Riding a huge a wave, all her focus on her feet, Celestia’s fiery desire abated. That was good. Being turned on near Luna would spell disaster for them. To stay on the board Celestia needed to be attuned to Luna’s every swing because one single moment out of rhythm on her part and they would fall. Although the challenge they were performing was perilous, Celestia actually enjoyed it. Being so close to Luna, moving in one single motion with Luna, made Celestia feel intimately close to her – a sensation she hadn’t experienced for a millennium and more.

The difficult part began, however, when the wave started to break, its crest turned downwards, and Luna swerved the board left.

As Luna shifted the board down, Celestia lost her balance and flayed her forelegs in the air. The board beneath their feet banked dangerously to the right side. Lightning quick and before the board could overturn Celestia placed her forelegs on Luna’s waist and craned. The balance was restored and Luna sped sideways across the wave.

The sliding across the crashing wave required all of Celestia’s focus and skills. Being the taller one she must be weary not to tip too much weight to her side, an already difficult thing because the wave threatened to overturn the board to the right. But if she placed too much weight on Luna the board would tilt left then slip and turn beneath their feet. Delicate balance was required.

Celestia and Luna managed three quarters of the waves before the board rebelled under their feet and they submerged into the abyss. They resurfaced amid the whitewash of the wave, foaming, frothing.

As Celestia checked her sister, her heart twisted. Luna looked exactly like her past very young and ancient self: eyes shining, smiling wide, baring her beautiful white teeth that looked even whiter against the backdrop of her deep blue face. It was the same Luna who had giggled when Celestia got caught in one of her traps or scared by her devices; the same Luna who could gallop into the Everfree in search of adventure without a single worry about the dangers within; the same Luna who wasn’t shy and always smiled when meeting foreigners and strange beings.

Celestia was expecting a scold, but Luna giggled instead.

“That was fun, sister,” she said.

“Want to try again?” Celestia asked.

Luna swam near her, close enough that Celestia could feel her warm breath stream across her cheeks.

“Tomorrow, maybe?” Luna said. “I feel physically exhausted.”

“You say like it’s something new?”

“It is, sister. It is. The dreamscape is mentally taxing and drains all your mental strength away. Remember when you studied all day and then had that weird floaty feeling in your head and couldn’t even understand basic things in the evening? That’s how I feel every single morning. I don’t remember the last time I felt bodily tired with all the muscles aching. And you know what, sister? I like it.”

Without warning Luna jumped on Celestia and hugged her, driving her beneath the surface. A moment later the sisters resurfaced, Luna’s forelegs on Celestia’s shoulders.

“So you admit that my choices aren’t so bad?” Celestia asked.

“I admit,” Luna said. “And this sport also gave some ideas about how to improve my dream run. Riding the wave, being balanced and cool… Maybe I won’t feel so drained if I apply this insight to my job instead of getting tangled with the messy and finnicky night world. Thank you, sister?”

Luna hugged Celestia once again.

From being so close to Luna’s warmth and feeling Luna’s breath wash over her lips, chin, and cheeks, Celestia felt tingly and heavy in the groin. She wanted to wrap Luna’s flanks with her hindlegs and pull Luna as close as possible to her and kiss her little sister, but the surfing crowd hindered her. If she were to kiss Luna right now they wouldn’t hear the end of it for a few generations.

“I also was wrong about you, Luna,” Celestia, calm, said. “I thought that your stuff is just a boring as the court’s legal claptrap and rigmarole but I was wrong. I never felt so good from doing the simplest and most boring things. Who knew that sitting still and feeding fish with your sister could feel so good? It felt like returning to our old castle before we received our marks, when we were just some young fillies who could waste a whole day reading and sitting in the garden and feel like something exciting was going on.”

“I felt the same, too,” Luna said. “But I guess that you, my dear sister, made it that special.”

Celestia looked into Luna’s wide eyes and read tremendous longing in them. She strengthened her grip on Luna’s shoulders for fear of Luna acting rashly and too quick.

“Not here, not now,” Celestia, whispering, said. She pointed to surfing crowd with a nod of her head.

“Let them see,” Luna said. “What would happen, anyway?”

“Remember your photo shoot for the school trip?”

Luna furrowed her brows and brought her eyes down. “How can I forget that? I’m sure some ponies still think of me as a heartless sister. Damn that photographer.”

“Do you want to be in the same spotlight once again?”

Luna, eyes closed, shook her head right and left. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Then let’s wait till we get safe and private,” Celestia calmly said.

Luna nodded, her eyes hungry, longing, for her sister’s gentle touch.

“Maybe we should get to the shore?” she proposed.

Celestia looked around and noticed it was about an hour till sundown. The golden sheen dancing on the surface had that deep yellow glow of late afternoons and the blue of the sky above was softer, less vibrant, than at midday or before. The surfing crowd, paddling, splashing, would be here until the blue hour, maybe more, but Celestia had no intention to play here that long.

Looking softly and softly smiling at her sister Celestia, nodding, agreed.

“Let’s do that,” she said.