Vacation Gone Right

When Luna closed the door and turned the key Celestia felt excitement, ticking and tingling, rush up to her head. With a heavy twisting in her stomach she turned around to glance at Luna, messy, smelling of the sea.

“Finally, some peace,” Luna, sighing, said.

Celestia’s hungry eyes devoured Luna’s body and the evening blue of her mane and tail, drowned in her ever shifting eyes always changing between green and blue. Her hooves tingled with the desire to roam across Luna’s coat and explore all her valleys and hills, so familiar, so foreign.

“What should we do now?” Celestia asked, her voice alluring. Low.

“I don’t know about you, sister, but all I want right now is a warm shower,” Luna said, going to Celestia and standing in front of her. “Would you like to join me?”

Luna exhaled her breath, warm and moist, smelling of exotic fruits, on Celestia’s face.

Celestia trembled as pleasant tingles ran across her coat. Pleasant and heavy warmth reappeared in her groin.

Lightly shivering, she exhaled on Luna’s face. She paid attention how her breath waved a few wayward strands of hair on Luna’s forehead, then smiled.

Awash in the twilight gloom of the bungalow, unlit, the dark hue of her coat underlined by the evening hour’s otherworldly blue, her eyes relaxed, sparkling and half-closed, Luna looked as simple and cute as before receiving her mark, when the worry of the day had been how to shortcut studying for the exams and spend the free time laying on the grass wrapped in a hug than ruling Equestria with all its bureaucrats and chores. Without thinking, by longing and desire fuelled, Celestia lunged forwards and kissed Luna gently on her lips, soft and smooth, still carrying tinges of dinner made of fruit.

Celestia felt Luna’s push and moved her head backward in response. Luna’s upper lip pressed against Celestia’s lower one and lightly rubbed it; and Celestia trembled from bliss, her knees feeling watery and weak. In response Celestia lifted her head, parted Luna’s lips and slipped her tongue between. She moved it across Luna’s upper and lower lips, savouring their smoothness and their taste. Once she finished her inspection Celestia broke the kiss and stared warmly at her sister.

A light blush, tomato red, played on Luna’s cheeks. Luna’s eyes, shining and relaxed, drew Celestia in. Celestia remembered the many times she had been greeted by that stare when Luna had invaded the library and by careful caresses and strokes taken her away from studying into love which they consummated right on the carpeted floor, books strewn all around, their pages open but unread. In her mind’s eye Celestia saw Luna peeking with that same face from between her hindlegs, lips glistening, eyes shining, and felt her knees tremble and her sex tingle with pleasant heaviness and warmth.

“Let’s go, sister,” Celestia with a shaking voice said.

Luna nodded and turned left.

As Luna passed across the living room towards a brown door covered with straw, Celestia absorbed Luna’s crotch. Celestia would never get used to that succulent shade of red of Luna’s aroused lips and to the cute tomato blush of her swollen puffy lips amid the deep blue of her legs. The juice, oily and shiny, covering that ripe forbidden fruit made Celestia’s tongue tingle. By desire driven, all control abandoned, Celestia trotted behind Luna, her nose picking that unmistakable fishy musk of an aroused horse.

Although they still had the room booked at the Five Peaks Resort, the two of them had decided at the spur of the moment to rent a house by the beach where they had so lovely surfed earlier today. Standing in the small but cosy space of the shower stall with Luna’s back pressed against her belly, Celestia didn’t regret this decision.

Due to the minimal aesthetic the room at the resort had felt spacious and wide. This made feel Celestia feel disconnected from her sister, always at a distance from her: a feeling that reminded her too much of the loneliness produced by the majestic but impersonal spaces of Canterlot.

This little bungalow, so little and crummy you could bump into a table, chair, or bed with every single step, suggested privacy and warmth: a perfect place for bonding with your sister and friend after so many centuries and decades spent alone. It reminded Celestia of Ponyville and its homes, of Twilight’s library into the past gone; and she couldn’t hold back her excitement and desire any more. If somepony were to give her an opportunity to abandon the cold comfort of Canterlot for this little house on the beach, she would accept the offer in a blink. The privacy, the intimacy, were worth every little nugget of gold that was encrusted into the columns and walls of Canterlot.

Especially with Luna on her side.

The bathroom and the little shower stall made these feelings more intense. Grinding against Luna’s butt, her forelegs wrapped around Luna’s trunk and caressing Luna’s belly and chest, her muzzle resting against Luna’s neck and enjoying its warmth and beat – it felt the same way as a millennium ago when both of them had been unmarked and young, isolated by their regal status and thus driven into each other’s hold.

Tenderly and slow like a young mare with all the time in the world Celestia fondled her sister who stood straight with her forelegs stretched and propped against the shower stall, foggy, covered in steam, and with her flanks pushed back and hindlegs apart. Her careful touches explored the ridges of Luna’s chest, glided down Luna’s rising and falling belly, straightened tangled clumps of hair in Luna’s sparkling mane. The up and down motions of her pelvis against Luna’s well toned flanks, turning her knees weak, sending shivers through her coat, reminded Celestia of the time when lust first blossomed and burned through her adolescent body, when she and Luna pressed and moved against each other every morning and night. Extreme sports helped Celestia feel alive but they didn’t even come close in terms of excitement to the fiery blaze of love awakened and fed by being near her sister, lover. Her only friend.

The passage of time lost all meaning to her. Celestia didn’t care if ten minutes or several hours had passed since she had entered the stall and positioned herself behind Luna, undone Luna’s ponytail and straightened Luna’s hair. It didn’t matter to her if it would take hours until her hooves would reach Luna’s secret place, the source of that arousing thick smell that blended perfectly with the steam inside the stall. Celestia hadn’t explored Luna for more than a thousand years; she wanted to make up for the lost opportunities and times.

Luna felt so good.

Celestia felt her fire in the loins flash stronger every time she rubbed Luna’s butter smooth belly, making circles around Luna’s bellybutton but never dropping into the heat below. With every little stroke against Luna’s flanks, soft and round, the throbbing tingle in her groin reached a new degree of fervency and resonated through all her skin and obliterated every single thought within her mind. Every time her hoof went over the hard ridges of Luna’s chest and felt the steady pulse within, Celestia’s own own heart twisted from tenderness and love. How fragile that rhythm sounded even in the chest of an alicorn, immortal, above everycreature else. How much she wanted to hold her little sister Luna within her arms and never let her go into the world outside that could be so treacherous and cold. At this moment, with their bodies pressed together and her hooves wrapped around Luna, Celestia didn’t even want to rush towards the pleasure of release. She was content with staying like this, excited and turned on, warm and blushing from Luna’s heat.

Luna was the first to break the tranquil thuds of falling water.

“Remember how I got mad at you when you wanted to bathe me and scrub me clean?” she asked, sweet.

Celestia giggled. “Of course I remember. You always looked grumpy as an old mule when we went into a bath together and I started lathering you.”

“Funny how things change. Now it’s the thing that feels best from everything we tried on our vacation.”

Celestia pressed against Luna’s back and rested her hooves on Luna’s belly, slowly rising and falling slowly.

“It wasn’t all that bad,” she whispered into Luna’s right ear. “Remember that time at the pond? I’m pretty sure you scared all the birds around with your moans.”

Luna, whimpering, nodded as Celestia’s hooves passed up and down her sides and then went down over her marks.

“Your touch just was so relaxing,” Luna dreamily said. “We played manifesting the thirty seven elements of reality. I remember I got carried away and invoked the five main elements and a bunch of other stuff to prove how much better I was than you and you had to use the supreme spell to revert it all back because I created quite a mess. The forbidden one.”

“We couldn’t leave that mess in the Evefree,” Celestia said, her hooves trailing slowly up Luna sides them moving forward on her belly to intertwine. “Floating rocks, springs coming from trees, holes into interstellar space, insects that changed size from gigantic to microscopic and went from larva to adult because you undid the limitations of size and time, squirrels that knew all the languages of Equestria and fiery worms that could see the past and future. If I didn’t revert it Starswirl would have taken all our books away and put guards to stay with us all night and day. I didn’t want to lose our time alone.”

Luna giggled. “But now there’s a bald spot in the Everfree where nothing grows old and if you step into it you can exit as a filly or colt.”

Celestia placed her hooves on Luna’s navel while she caressed Luna’s right ear with her warm excited breath and absorbed the scent of Luna’s mane, lavender and sweet.

“A spot of little weirdness in the Everfree is nothing serious,” she said. “Remember what happened next?”

“Of course,” Luna said. “I was all covered in dirt, leaves, traces of sulphur, and fearing what Starswirl would suspect you took me to a pond to wash me clean. At first I resisted. Then I relaxed. And you made feel really good.”

“Remember what I did?” Celestia asked as she moved her hooves lower, beneath Luna’s navel.

“Of course, sister,” Luna whispered, eyes closed, head lifted. “You placed your hoof on my private parts and moved it but without touching my most sensitive spot. I kept expecting that you’ll finally touch it every time your hoof moved upwards but you always returned back. You did it so agonizingly slow, pushing me just to the edge then returning back on my belly and waiting till I would cool off. It felt like heaven when I came.”

The moment her hoof reached the bump of Luna’s hood, hot and sticky, Celestia stopped moving it and enjoyed the softness of Luna’s mound.

“Like this?” Celestia asked, then rotated her hoof over Luna’s mound without haste.

Luna pressed herself against the glass and moaned softly.

“Yes...like this,” she whispered and went mobile, her body waving, moving like the swells in open sea.

With her hoof teasing Luna Celestia moved her head downwards, away from Luna’s ear and onto Luna’s neck. Lightly pecking and kissing smoothly Celestia enjoyed with her lips the pulsing beat, full of vigour, fast and strong, beneath the delicate blue coat. Sometimes she sucked the shower water rivuleting down the grooves and ridges of her sister’s neck. Sometimes her nose, turned on by her excited state, picked the faint trails of Luna’s body scent.

For how long she subjected Luna to this pleasurable ordeal Celestia did not know. Luna’s slithering, growing in strength, confirmed that Luna enjoyed her teasing very much: the way Celestia’s hoof moved around her hood, descending left and right past the gem onto Luna’s oily lips then returning back to the mound but without touching that swollen nub that was Luna’s clit, and the way Celestia’s hoof circled on her mound, going right to the red ridge of Luna’s hood, pushing down a little as if ready to move onto Luna’s red jewel but shifting up instead. She concluded that making a few daring strokes below wouldn’t bring Luna’s enjoyment to the end.

As she placed a kiss at the back of Luna’s neck amidst Luna’s sparkling mane Celestia pressed her body against Luna’s and moved her hoof down into the warm throbbing, pulsing, swamp that was Luna’s crotch. Luna sighed and pressed herself against the transparent stall while moving her pelvis forwards in the hope of trapping Celestia’s agile hoof, but Celestia brought her hoof on Luna’s mound before Luna could finish her humming, throaty sigh.

The sudden excursion along with the fleeting feeling of Luna’s little lump of rubbery hardness made Celestia tingle all over and desire to plunge between Luna’s thighs and stay there, enveloped by warm slender legs and sliding against Luna’s petals and their sticky sap. The satisfaction of that desire, however, would end the fun too quick. Luna, panting, waving, looked on the verge of release. Celestia didn’t want her yet to to cross.

Acting like nothing had happened, Celestia continued her circling motions on Luna’s mound. Her left hoof, resting around Luna’s waist, went to Luna’s left thigh. Sometimes it went behind onto Luna’s butt and caressed her mark. Feeling adventurous, Celestia moved her hoof between Luna’s legs and moved it up and down the warm soft skin of Luna’s inner thighs, eliciting arousing sighs from her. When Luna squirmed too much Celestia stopped her stroking, right hoof resting on Luna’s belly, the left one on Luna’s flank.

“You sure are a tease,” Luna, panting, said.

Celestia propped her muzzle on Luna’s right shoulder and said, “You think I am a tease? Have you seen yourself? Walking around with your flanks exposed. Teasing me with your legs. I could barely contain myself the whole day. And who started touching me in the park?”

Luna giggled. “You looked so beautiful. More beautiful than me. I couldn’t hold myself.”

Celestia scoffed on Luna’s perked ear, blowing wet strands onto Luna’s forehead. “You really believe that? Don’t you remember all the times I spent between your legs?”

“Yours look so pink and soft. Just like your mane,” Luna said. “Mine looks like a wound.”

“That’s not true, sister,” Celestia said and placed her hoof lightly, gently, on Luna’s bloom. “Yours looks as beautiful as rose, and to see that deep redness on your blue...it’s spectacular.”

Celestia closed her eyes and returned to the time when they were young mares, past fillyhood but still to be marked, and had plenty of opportunities to explore each other and make each other feel good. At the memory of Luna’s aroused flower, red and ripe and oily against the backdrop of her coat, a succulent rose oozing sweet dew hidden between Luna’s slender thighs, Celestia pressed herself against Luna’s butt and shifted her pelvis up and down Luna’s curves. Her right hoof started circling and stretching Luna’s folds that were covered in something warmer and stickier than the rivulets of water flowing down her hoof. Celestia still avoided touching Luna’s rubbery nub, but Luna’s swinging motions and pressing against the glass in the hope of finally receiving that longed touch made her task harder. Her mind, by lusty memories into oblivion driven, didn’t help Celestia to keep control.

The warm and steamy comfort of the stall reminded Celestia of all the times when she, young and horny, had invaded Luna’s bed and caressed and stroked her sister till the fires of lust flared too much and she dipped beneath the sheets and between Luna’s flanks, so soft and smooth and hot against her cheeks, to get immersed into Luna’s thick and heady scent that drove her to put her lips on Luna’s swollen bloom, mesmerizing and attractive with its deep red amidst the blue. The hot air reminded Celestia of that almost physical scent that wafted from Luna’s aroused sex while the streams of water running down her lips brought memories of Luna’s sap, transparent and sticky, tasting sweet and salty at the same time, on her palate. Her eyes closed, Celestia was back underneath the sheets with her tongue shifting slowly across the pulsating smoothness of Luna’s sticky lips and delicately lapping Luna’s rubbery and hard clit.

She couldn’t hold it any more. Celestia needed to have the taste of her sister on her tongue. Her right hoof resting on Luna’s pulsing lips, her left on Luna’s left mark, Celestia shifted slowly down. Her muzzle moved southwards across Luna’s spine, inhaling on the way Luna’s bodily heat mixed with steam and her sister’s secret piscine scent. When Celestia found herself sitting on her butt with her face above the root of Luna’s tail, she shifted her right hoof away from Luna’s throbbing joy and put it on Luna’s right flank.

Noticing the lack of space, Celestia shifted backwards towards the white and tiled wall. Understanding Celestia’s desire, Luna shifted her pelvis back and moved her legs apart. Celestia smiled, moved her hooves slowly on Luna’s behind, parted the veil of Luna’s tail left and right.

From the smell and sight alone Celestia felt that pleasant preorgasmic charge suffuse her loins. Pressed tight against the floor, her nethers felt hotter than the warm white tiles beneath her flanks. So hot they felt that Celestia feared that the pavement would start sizzling and steaming every minute now.

She wanted to calm her passion down, but the dense heady smell invading her nose with every single breath didn’t allow her that relief. And the sight in front of her eyes...

Luna’s petals, full and crimson, stood out amid the general blue of her coat. The tinges of dark coming from her marks only intensified their redness and their swell. Further between Luna’s legs Celestia saw the thick and prominent hood, as red and swollen as the rest of Luna’ flower, as succulent as a hibiscus rose. How could Luna even think she looked bad? Every single stallion and mare would lose their mind at the sight of that mesmerizing vibrant redness standing so vividly against the backdrop of black and blue: a flame of red passion in the dark of the night; ripe red lips waiting to be kissed and licked and touched, ready to share their liquid light.

Even though her whole body demanded immediate want to plant her mouth against the juicy swollen redness, Celestia tempered her fire. Instead of jutting her head out into Luna’s nethers and licking like a madmare up and down between the hypnotizing set of crimson lips, Celestia approached Luna slowly, inhaled deeply, and languidly blew air across Luna’s fiery slit.

The effect was immediate. Luna by pleasure gripped and by desire possessed moved forwards, away from Celestia’s blow of air, then backwards, right onto her muzzle. Celestia’s followed Luna’s motions, going forwards and backwards with her sister, her hooves holding lightly Luna’s slender legs. She continued to cover Luna’s bulging flower with streams of her warm breath and bring moans and whimpers out of her. Only when Luna went silent and started trembling under her hooves did Celestia stop and move her face away from Luna’s groove, thick with juice, thick with scent.

She allowed Luna to come down and imagined that tremendous swell of pleasure – pleading, wanting, demanding release – rocking in Luna’s belly, the swell that if left unchecked would have spread through Luna’s body and sent her into the deepest depths of bliss, the swell Luna tried to abate by standing still and breathing slow. Celestia could feel that irresistible concentration of tingling gathering between her own legs at the simple thought of Luna waving, rocking, and orgasming. The fishy smell and the sight of Luna’s blooming rose only drove her further to that point of absolute tension before the bubble burst and spread its joys throughout her limbs and head.

When Luna swished her tail to the side and let it rest on her right haunch, Celestia understood it was time to continue.

Without any sort of teasing Celestia jutted her tongue out of her mouth and placed it on the deep red petals of Luna’s bloom. Celestia felt the pleasant pre-orgastic tightness swell beneath her navel from their swelter and their pulse, from their paradoxical taste: salty, bland, and sweet. Celestia closed her eyes and focused her attention on the heat enveloping her cheeks; on the piscine scent, thick as incense and mind numbing; on the warm and pulsing and velvety wetness throbbing against her muzzle and her lips; on the multitude of flavours exploding on her tongue, changing from salty to fishy to sweet as her tongue circled the inner surface of Luna’s soft smooth petals and plummeted into the deep warmth of her cave.

It wasn’t as intimate as when she had laid lapping beneath the bedsheets back in their late adolescence days, but the steamy warmth of the shower, the pleasant tightness of the space, the hot water pleasantly dripping on her coat, tail, and mane didn’t seem that far off from the enveloping darkness of the sheets. They had the whole night and day anyway to make up for the lost opportunities and times. She should focus on the now, which wasn’t bad. Wasn’t bad, at all.

Intoxicated by Luna’s taste and smell, Celestia started rubbing her flower back and forth across the warm tiled floor. Her right hoof, still resting on Luna’s right flank, slipped down to Luna’s knee and threatened to disengage from Luna’s soft smooth coat but Celestia always brought it back at the last moment despite the throbbing tingling swelter, hotter than a geyser, more humid than the Ponyglades, pleading for satisfaction from between her legs.

Celestia was ready to descend on Luna’s little nub after circling and licking her sultry red lips when Luna lifted her right leg up. Celestia’s hoof tried to grip the rising knee, then fell to the floor with a dull clop.

To see what was going on Celestia removed her muzzle from between Luna’s legs. She opened her eyes and licked her lips. The sight, however, send her nethers pulsing and throbbing.

Luna was still standing facing the glass, her spine curved, her forelegs stretched and planted above her head, but with one hindleg only on the ground. Her right leg, bent, rested in mid-air. The shower dripped against its blue pelt and the blob of black on the haunch and went down in little streams down its slender curves or moved into Luna’s groove and created a waterfall at the front end of her bloom.

With her leg and tail lifted and allowing a total view of her bloom, red and swollen, shiny, wet, Luna looked even more appetizing than before. Celestia licked her lips then lunged forwards, into the upward pointing triangle that was Luna’s groin. Once again she circled her long equine tongue around Luna’s outer and inner lips, dipping into the space between the folds and into the main well, enjoying the warm viscid smoothness inside Luna’s bloom and the fuzzy smoothness in the angles where her outer lips and thighs met, savouring the sticky salty-sweetness sloshing in the well and the bitterness in the ridges outside the redness and near Luna’s legs.

When every single inch of Luna’s bloom had been cleaned and satisfied to the full, Celestia moved her tongue forwards, towards the beautiful red gem that was the beauty of Luna’s land of love. As her tongue lightly bumped and slowly ascended the rubbery hardness that was Luna’s clit, Luna’s let out a sigh full of bliss. Her body intensified its undulating motions which heralded the quick approach of release.

The sound of Luna’s raspy moan, high pitched, full of bliss, and the waving motions of her body that made Celestia’s tongue move all across the hardness of her clit heated Celestia to an unbearable degree. Celestia was sure that if Luna’s won’t stop moaning and Luna’s left haunch, on which her left hoof rested, won’t stop trembling she would cross the point of no return right there without the touch of Luna’s hoof or tongue. Maybe she should stop then restart, keep teasing Luna again and again?

No. Celestia decided to send Luna into the stratosphere this time.

And so Celestia savoured Luna’s little gem, red and swollen, rubbery and hard. She flicked the tip of her tongue left and right, up and down, over Luna’s clit. She circled the tip of her tongue around Luna’s gem by going up the red ridge the protected Luna’s bulb of pleasure then down and into the deep valley beneath the rubbery gem, full of juice, throbbing warmly against her tongue, and then back up on the ridge. Once she got tired of this supreme teasing Celestia stretched her tongue and pressed it against the hot rubbery hardness of Luna’s clit. The last action always brought satisfied sighs brimming with delight.

When Luna went quiet Celestia understood the point rested a few licks ahead. Instead of further attacking Luna’s nub of pleasure Celestia decided to give long slow licks to all of Luna’s flower. She placed her tongue on the tip of Luna’s gem and moved it languidly to the back of Luna’s rose, enjoying how the hardness of Luna’s gem gave way to the velvety smoothness of her lips. Upon reaching the dimple where Luna’s inner and outer lips joined, Celestia started moving back towards Luna’s clit. When she reached again that little nub of joy she pressed her hot throbbing tongue against it and once again heard Luna sighing in a low and throaty tone, emitting an ahhhhhh that turned into raspiness then disappeared into the void.

Just like Celestia had predicted, a few careful strokes and Luna crossed the point of no return. Her body trembled, and in less than second Luna put her right leg on the floor and fell to her knees and started waving from pleasure, jumping up and down like a spring.

As she watched the storm of pleasure rock Luna’s body, one wave going after another and making Luna’s slither upwards toward the heavens and the fixed stars, Celestia couldn’t hold back her smile full of tenderness and love. Even if it didn’t approach the same level of intimacy as that of the old days – when she had drawn herself from beneath the sheets the moment Luna got quiet then wrapped Luna in her forelegs and finished her play by lightly rubbing her thigh against Luna’s humid pulsing swelter while gently kissing Luna on her lips – the sight of her sister enjoying the throb, the expansion and contraction, of release twisted her heart and filled it with bliss.

Nothing brought such intense joy to Celestia as making her sister happy. Especially making her happy in such an intimate way reserved for the few.

Gradually Luna’s blissful waving subsided. What had been a furious storm the first moment after the crossing turned into gentle swell and then into quiet stillness disappeared. When Luna stopped moving, sitting on her her knees, legs folded under her haunches, forelegs still stretched above her and propping the stall, she turned her head to the side. Another wave of warmth spread through Celestia’s chest as she looked at her sister, smiling satisfied. Content.

Before Celestia could move an inch closer to her sister Luna turned around and jumped on her, toppling her against the wall, wrapping her forelegs around Celestia’s neck. Celestia closed her eyes from the onslaught of pleasure when Luna’s warm belly grazed against her throbbing and swollen nethers. She wanted, needed, her release so much.

Celestia placed her hooves on Luna’s shoulders and tried to push Luna away lightly but Luna overcame her and kissed her, gently. Luna’s tongue, soft and smooth and slightly pulsing, feverishly circled Celestia’s lips. Overcome by the shivers running through her face and going down her chest towards the pleasant tension in her groin, Celestia wrapped her forelegs around Luna’s neck and her hindlegs around Luna’s waist, bringing Luna as close as possible to her pulsing, throbbing humid heat.

Tightly enclosed with her sister Celestia could sense the smell that was Luna’s own, the smell she always encountered when putting her head on Luna’s neck. She could feel Luna’s heart beating against the right side of her chest, its rhythm strong and healthy, full of lust. What drove her to the peak the most was the feeling of Luna’s coat, velvety and warm, gliding and tickling her own. In every place Luna’s coat rubbed against hers – on her belly and chest, on her mound and thighs – shivers exploded and slithered throughout her skin and turned her whole body into a mass of bliss.

After what seemed like an eternity Luna disengaged from Celestia and sat in front of her sister, Luna’s head and chest stretched over Celestia’s trunk, her forelegs resting next to Celestia’s hips. Every time Luna exhaled Celestia felt Luna’s warmth breath stream along her ears and caress her cheeks.

Drunk and smiling, eyes half closed, Celestia put her hooves on Luna’s shoulders and moved them up and down Luna’s forelegs.

“What took you so long?” Luna, smiling, asked. “Why do you like teasing me so much?”

“I couldn’t get enough of you,” Celestia plainly said. “The way you look, the way you smell, the way you feel – it’s too much for me. Now do you believe me when I say you shouldn’t feel ashamed of your private parts? Or should I go down on you again to prove it?”

Luna pressed her hooves against Celestia’s haunches.

“Don’t be greedy, sister. Let me enjoy you first,” she said.

Luna’s eyes darted between Celestia eyes and Celestia legs, outspread and revealing Celestia’s gentle bloom.

Luna cast another glance on Celestia face and, smiling, lit her horn.

Celestia lifted her right hoof up and removed some wet strands of Luna’s mane, shimmering and sparkling, from Luna’s forehead.

“How about we save magic for another time?” Celestia said. “I want to feel you – just you – right now.”

The transparent and waving cloud of blue enveloping Luna’s horn vanished into the steamy air.

“We’ll do it later, right?” Luna asked.

Celestia nodded. “Of course. I remember all too well the kind of things you can do with your magic, but right now I want to feel your hooves and tongue over me. Magic is great but it doesn’t come close to the feeling of your sister touching and kissing you.”

“I agree. Your tongue felt like heaven against my parts,” Luna said.

Celestia wanted to say that Luna’s private parts felt like heaven for her but she was stopped the moment she opened her mouth to speak.

Luna lunged forward and kissed lightly her older sister. The gentle pulling and sucking motion that Luna performed on Celestia’s lower then upper lips sent shivers through Celestia’s face. Celestia felt every hair on her head and neck stand and bristle and felt her groin ache and pull from the arousal gathered below her navel, between her legs.

When Luna removed her lips she grazed her muzzle against Celestia’s left cheek, then shifted it down to Celestia’s jaw, then neck. Celestia closed her eyes as she felt a circle of warmth, smooth and throbbing, caress the left side of her neck. The soft warmth that made her tingle all over shifted from one inch of her coat to another in quick jumps. It shifted from the left to the right then from the right back to the left, trailing downwards towards her chest.

As Luna kissed her chest Celestia enjoyed not only the circle of warmth going down to her navel and fiery lands beneath but also Luna’s mane tickling against her lips and chin and the hardness of Luna’s horn, still warm from the charge of magic, caressing her cheeks. Her forelegs slipped from Luna’s shoulders, so Celestia placed them next to Luna’s hooves planted against her rump, obscuring her marks.

She wanted Luna to speed her odyssey up and finally reach home. The tingles that went through her groin and belly every time Luna’s fuzzy body shifted over the velvety veils of her bloom didn’t help her to keep control. With the increase of pleasure from the soft caress of Luna’s coat Celestia’s body started waving without her volition. Celestia didn’t try to stop the waving motion, lifting her pelvis then chest and head, because the spontaneous movement made her feel beyond good, utterly divine.

Her breath, however, hitched when the little circle of smoothness and warmth went beneath the navel and found itself on her mound. She exhaled, heavily and loud, when the warmth disappeared from her soft mound and a wave of humid heat washed over her lips and clit. Her whole groin turned into a field of tense but pleasurable tingling. A wave of electric shivers migrated upwards out of her belly into her head. After the wave broke across her face another one swelled through her, the result of Luna’s further breathing, so hot, so humid. Slow.

While pleasure rocked through her body Celestia could feel the tension gathering in her groin, growing, pulsing, preparing for release. If Luna wouldn’t continue Celestia would explode from Luna’s breath that caressed her lips and thighs and clit like the softest summer breeze. For a moment Celestia giggled at the fact that such simple and innocent things as these still could turn her on as if she still were a teenager who felt her nethers swell and moisten from the lithest currents of the wind alone.

Celestia stopped breathing once again when she felt that meandering spot of warmness cover her throbbing, aching gem. In short bursts she exhaled as pleasant tense tingling concentrated in her loins. Once the last sliver of breath left her mouth Celestia gasped from the wet and throbbing warmth that enveloped her clit. The warmth – no, the heat, the humid, sweltering, infernal heat – of Luna’s tongue was utterly sublime. Celestia’s groin was electrified like a cloud full of thunder and slithering snakes of pleasure went up her spine and exploded either in her stomach, head, or chest.

Instead of controlling her breath Celestia left her commanding self go and concentrated on the warmth and pleasure alone. With her full attention she enjoyed the way Luna rubbed her tongue, languidly and softly, against her clit. The more she enjoyed, the more she let herself go.

Filled with bliss, her hips started rocking on their own – up and down, forward and backward. The rest of the body followed suit, stretching when her pelvis went down, contracting when it went up. The simple undulating motion – as simple as the sinusoid of a wave or the movement of a snake – made her excitement deeper and dissolved her further. As Luna tongue circled her little knot of pleasure Celestia became so submerged in bliss that everything outside and inside her became nothing but joyful electricity throbbing, pulsing, with delight, ceaseless, timeless, and humming.

Celestia’s pleasure subsided a little when Luna moved her tongue away from her ruby and into her groove. Celestia smiled as the tide of bliss moved away from her brain. Despite the millenary gap the rapport between them was good and Luna still knew how to be an absolute tease, playing her like an instrument, alert to every single through and crest of her arousal, pushing her right to the edge then masterfully bringing her down but not fully: down enough to keep her excited. Tense.

For a little while Luna rested the spongy and coal-hot tip of her tongue within the veils of Celestia’s bloom. When Celestia stopped moving from pleasure Luna resumed her tasting and probing. Luna’s tongue circled Celestia lips, swollen and deep pink, in a slow languid move and then rested at the bottom of Celestia’s vestibule.

Pleasure rocked through Celestia’s body but the most intense rush happened when Celestia felt warm air blow on her clit and Luna’s warm humid tongue right beneath. Her whole body tensed from the expectation of joy to come yet Luna, ever devious and tricky, never caressed it. She moved her tongue backward instead, to the source of the viscous fluid that made Celestia so warm and wet.

For several circles Luna teased Celestia in this pleasant way, reaching the tip of her groove but never touching, only blowing a bit of warm air on Celestia’s hood before retreating. The slow rolling of Luna’s tongue, always teasing, never giving, intensified Celestia’s tension to the highest degree and sent her body waving and twisting. How much she wanted to place her hooves on Luna’s head and gently push her upwards so that Luna’s tongue would finally land on her ruby, throbbing so strong with bliss that its pulse reverberated through all of her skin.

Luna kept going in her rhythm, languid, slow, tasting Celestia’s viscid flower like a royal sommelier tastes the oldest and rarest vines. He tongue explored every crevice, every nook and cranny, within the puffy folds of Celestia’s bud. Celestia felt that meaty bulging warmth not only shuffling against her well but also wiggling in the deepest grooves between her outer and inner lips. Despite this careful excursion across Celestia’s nethers Luna still avoided her main joy, swollen, tingling, pulsing, throbbing.

After an eternity of licking and lapping Luna again rested her tongue at the bottom of Celestia’s groove and blew humid air on Celestia’s hood. This time, however, Luna didn’t give Celestia much rest.

The moment Celestia’s waving body reached stillness Luna moved her tongue quickly upwards and flicked Celestia’s clit. Then she flicked it again. And again. And again.

The new wave of pleasure hit Celestia harder than the two before. By the sudden increase of the tingling tension in her groin Celestia knew this would be it: the wave that would end her want. She let her mind go and dissolve in the rhythm of pleasure and let her body wave and rock as it pleased. The more she went into that spontaneous movement of lifting her pelvis then bringing it down, of throwing her head backwards then letting it fall on her chest, the stronger did the pleasure become. Although Celestia had been silent all the previous times Luna had made her pulse with joy, this time she let a feeble but throaty whimper on every exhalation, unable to withstand the onslaught of goodness any more.

With Luna so masterfully working on her clit Celestia didn’t last long.

The force, the pull, of pleasure grew in her pelvis along with the rhythm of her pulsing moves. In a flash the tension that had accumulated beneath her navel burst and moved upwards and Celestia lost all of her control. The concentrated wave of bliss, electric and intense, covered her whole skin and obliterated the perpetual turnings of her mind. All what remained of Celestia being was her body, waving, rocking, twisting like a snake, and pure awareness, empty, full of bliss.

Celestia let out a series of long whimpers which turned into deeper moans when the pleasure, instead of abating, turned stronger, especially between her thighs where pleasant coal like swelter caressed her clit. Luna once again changed her tactic, and instead of letting Celestia free she kept licking her big sister’s slit, twitching, contracting, releasing thick and viscous juice with every single wink.

The new wave was approaching Celestia’s tolerance of bliss. Every single follicle of her coat throbbed with pleasure, charged, drilling. Celestia shut her eyelids so tight that sparkles of white light flashed in the darkness of her field. Her body was still contracting and expanding like the heart after a very good run, its involuntary and reflexive motion making only the pleasure stronger and more drilling then before.

In her most secret, hidden, place Celestia felt another burst of bliss explode. Her whole body became a cloud of electric tingling bliss so strong that Celestia felt like an overcharged wire in a transformer box. For a few moment Celestia lost awareness of her body and perceived herself, her existence, as a mere swell in a great ocean of perpetual delight. Overcome by bliss Celestia moaned loud and full, hoping that her cries would defuse the explosion that blotted her soul.

When Celestia descended from the heavenly sphere back to world of solid forms, pleasure going strong, she expected another lick, another explosion and surge of bliss, but nothing happened. Even that wonderful warm presence that was Luna’s tongue was absent from her groin. Still riding the waves of bliss Celestia felt torn apart between relief and thirst for more.

Gradually and slow Celestia descended back to Earth, the pulsing of her body losing amplitude and frequency, pleasure disappearing amidst her coat. When Celestia finally reached stillness she felt a knot of bliss warming the middle of her chest and smiled, serene, peaceful. Relieved. Without opening her eyes she enjoyed the perfect peace within, her being void of all worries and frights. Even the sensations from outside – the thudding of water against the tiled floor and her coat, the warm steamy vapours enveloping her in the softest hug, the fishy private musk hanging in the air – felt imbued and surrounded by the deepest softest harmony of peace, not a single plop, thud, or smell out of rhythm, out of beat.

Upon feeling Luna’s warm breath caress her lips and cheeks, Celestia opened her eyes. Celestia’s heart warmly twisted from Luna’s lovely face, from the wet strands of Luna’s deep blue mane, scintillating, hiding her forehead, from Luna’s satisfied but kind smile, from the content glee shining in her eyes. She looked exactly like back in their teenage days when they used to fall asleep within each other arms after having satisfied their youthful fires. Celestia remembered how tranquil Luna had looked after she had brought her to release, the peaceful smile on her face as she fell deep asleep.

On Luna's wet forehead Celestia placed a gentle kiss.

When they were young, kissing Luna’s forehead had been the last thing Celestia did before she herself fell asleep and met her sweetest dreams. Right now the place was different – not a bed in their private home but a bungalow rented for a night – but that feel of connection was still the same: wordless, simple, and deep. Despite the years, the long boring years, they were still two little sisters who desired nothing else from life but fun and love. The duties, thrust upon them by forces unknown and cruel, were a boring chore. Nothing more.

Celestia removed her lips from Luna’s forehead, smiled gently, then wrapped Luna in a tight embrace. Luna responded by a tight hug across Celestia’s back. For Celestia this was the best moment of this most eventful day: hugging, feeling, Luna after having kissed her and satisfied her to the highest degree. Yes, the excitement of surfing had felt great and aroused her lusts but the simple peace of utter satisfaction, of all tensions free, was utterly divine.

At this moment, wrapping Luna close and tight, Celestia felt unburdened from the royal duties and obligations and understood what being on holiday really meant. It was a return to fillyhood in a certain way, a restoration of that simplicity that had been lost the moment the marks had flashed on her flanks. Embracing Luna Celestia longed for the life of simple ponies who could experience this youthful innocence with their beloved every single day no matter their biological age.

Luna unwrapped first and placed her forelegs on Celestia’s chest.

“That was spectacular,” Luna, cheerful, said. “You still have the magic, sister.”

Celestia smiled. “And you’re still masterful as ever. I thought for a second I would die if you won’t stop.”

“You know, I could’ve made made you feel even better if you allowed me to use my magic.”

“Later, okay?” Celestia said. “We still have a week left.”

The memory of Luna’s magic touch, however, made her groin tingle and flush. Precise stimulation of all her happy spots at the same time along with the really secret but really pleasant one within her cave… the tingly touch of magical tendrils caressing her clit, her lips, and the spaces between her lips… the way magic could fill her just the perfect amount without causing neither discomfort nor pain… She would definitely allow Luna to use magic on her.

“The week will end in a blink of an eye,” Luna said, moving her lips closer to Celestia’s face. “Let’s not waste time.”

She gently kissed Celestia, lips against lips, never jutting her tongue out.

Feeling traces of her own essence, bland but with sweetness tinged, Celestia’s groin turned hot and heavy once again. She had the best orgasm in more than a thousand years and still she wanted more: outcome of abstinence and thirst. Although she wished to let her tongue wander into Luna’s mouth, Celestia decided to follow Luna’s cues and kept her kisses soft, her lips rubbing gently against Luna’s, never pressing, never parting.

Again Luna broke the kiss first, then placed her head on Celestia’s chest. Celestia smiled. Warmth expanded out of her heart. Luna had always liked to lie down on Celestia’s chest back in the days of old and Celestia had always caressed Luna’s mane with her right hoof till Luna would fall asleep and have a quick nap half laying on her older sister. Holding Luna like that always made Celestia feel like a big sister, by her lithe and loving touch protecting her sibling from worries, anxieties, and fears.

“What should we do now?” Luna asked in a calm and sleepy voice.

“Maybe we should go to bed?” Celestia proposed.

“That sound nice,” Luna said. “What kind of stuff can we try tomorrow? Maybe the shower again? I enjoyed our little session very much. It’s better to do it in the shower with your sister than doing it all alone.”

“Like in the old days?”

Luna nodded. “Like in the old days. But we didn’t have showers back then. I remember how we dallied in the royal baths with all the steam and heat around us and the marble and the hot water.”

“I remember that,” Celestia said. “It was heaven. But have you tried putting the shower handle against your private parts?”

Luna’s eyes widened. “You can do that?!”

Celestia’s horn glowed and the stream of water ceased drumming against their manes and coats. The shower handle, its nozzle turned down, it water hitting hard the floor, floated to Luna’s left.

Celestia smiled as she read excitement and wonder in Luna’s eyes, wide opened, sharp. Her lips and clit started to swell and tingle once again as images of Luna standing upright, forelegs propped against the wall and the shower handle between her legs clasped tight, flashed before her mind. She hoped to have this fantasy turn to reality in the future nearby.

“Does it feel as good as I suspect?” Luna, excited, asked.

Celestia nodded. “It’s one of the best pleasures a mare can experience in her life. I do it almost daily.”

“And you never told me?!”

“We didn’t have the chance to be this close before. The amount of free time we have in Canterlot is almost nil, so of course we don’t interact the same way we did back when we were fillies. I guess you have some special method to make yourself feel good, too.”

Luna looked down at the floor between them. Her eyes darted left and right. Celestia placed the shower handle in its socket, and water once again covered their manes and coats.

“I’m not sure of that,” she said. “I use my hooves and magic the most, and when I feel very excited I rub myself against my pillows.”

“What about dreams?”

Luna shook her head. “It’s not the same as pleasuring yourself in flesh. You can keep going and going but you never reach release and feel that freedom and relaxation. You always want more and more because something is missing and as a result it feels incomplete”

Celestia moved her head closer to Luna’s, her eyes half closed, and whispered in Luna’s ear, “Stallions, maybe?”

She had regretted doing that when Luna dropped her eyes down again and frowned.

“No one wants me.”

Celestia’s eyes widened.

“Why? There must be some stallion who dreams about you.”

“Yes, there are stallions like that, but the moment their dreams about me cease, a new one starts with a different mare. It feels like I’m food to them – something they can chew, taste, swallow, and then excrete. I don’t want that. It feels awful.”

Celestia stood on her fours, then wrapped her right foreleg around Luna’s haunched form.

“I’ve never had a stallion, too,” she calmly said.

Luna’s eyes, incredulous and wide, stared at Celestia. “Really? Thousand years without a stallion? But why?”

Celestia looked at the tiled floor behind Luna with a distant stare, heavy, sad. “Because they didn’t care about me. The real me.”

Luna stood up. She stared intensely, questioning, at her bigger sister. “I don’t get it. Please explain it in full.”

Her face a frown, eyes looking down, Celestia went past Luna, slid the glass door, and walked out of the shower stall. Drops of water dripped on the bathroom floor, white tiled and clean.

“Have you felt that ponies don’t look at you as a pony but as a princess?” She asked as she levitated the towel on her back and wiped it right and left.

“I still don’t get it, sister,” Luna said, walking out of the shower booth.

Celestia sighed, turned around, stared at Luna.

“Do you want to be understood? To have somepony who can sincerely share you laughs, your fears, your joys? Somepony who’ll make your blood sizzle because he isn’t afraid to anger you? Who won’t stand smiling and trembling before you because he sees past the necklace and the crown?”

Luna lowered her eyes. “Now I get it. I remember how awful it felt seeing ponies being scared by me rather than their nightmares because of my past. It made both angry and so sad.”

Celestia floated the towel up and away from her body and moved it towards Luna. She landed it slowly, lightly, on Luna’s neck.

“I felt the same the first ten times,” she said, sad. “Then I stopped caring and gave whatever the stallion wanted right away.”

“You fell for it ten times?” Luna asked, mouth open from surprise.

“I was young. I was alone. I wanted somepony near. Somepony like you,” Celestia said, and a smile appeared on her face. She moved the towel up and down Luna’s nape.

Luna made a step closer to her. “How far did they go?”

“The first one almost got into my bedroom. Only his total disinterest and forced smiles when I shared my fantasies with him brought his real motive to the fore,” Celestia said. “His eyes sparkled only once, and that was when I told him about the opulent life of a royal consort.”

“That sounds awful,” Luna, her voice weak, said. “At least you were smart enough to see it before you allowed him to cover you. And what about the others?”

“After some dinners and a few romantic dates. Their aloofness betrayed their aims.”

“No one managed to keep the act for long?”

Celestia smirked. “I have watched so many plays performed by the best actors in all of Equestria that I know when somepony’s faking it or not. Theatre kept me away from brooding over my tremendous mistakes. As you see, it wasn’t a total loss of time.”

Luna smiled. “You didn’t tell me that you like theatre. Can you perform?”

Celestia rolled her eyes. “Wellll...Let’s leave that question for later, okay?”

“So you’re bad at it?”

Celestia frowned. Luna knew her all too well.

“Let me see how you act, sister,” Luna, grinning, said. “I may help you with your troubles.”

“How?”

“By being completely honest. I bet Twilight didn’t tell you exactly what you did wrong?”

“How did you know that Twilight commented on my acting?” Celestia, surprised, asked.

Luna cocked her head. “She’s the only one – apart from me, that is – who tries to be honest with you.”

Celestia smiled. “Nopony can top you.”

“Of course not. I’m your sister, after all,” Luna said, then lunged forward and lightly kissed Celestia’s right cheek.

Kiss broken, Luna walked past Celestia towards the bathroom door with the towel lying still on her back.

With a happy grin Celestia observed how Luna opened the door and proceeded, slow, to the bed. Celestia’s nethers once again became heavy and warm as she enjoyed the way Luna’s thighs went up and down and the way her wet tail shifted from one flank to another with her every single step. Feeling excited once again, Celestia followed her. Celestia’s eyes, still hungry, unsatisfied, consumed in the twilight darkness Luna’s perfect curves, elegant and lithe, and desired to see Luna’s deep and vibrant redness now hidden behind her tail, sparkling and dark blue.

Luna stopped near the bed and looked at Celestia.

“You first,” she said.

“Why?” Celestia, curious, asked.

“You’ll see,” Luna, smiling warmly, said.

Celestia enveloped the light blue sheet in her golden magic and pushed it to the footboard. She let the sheet go, then jumped on the bed. As the bed squeaked like a dying golem under the impact of her weight Celestia tensed and felt the heavy ball of anxiety in her stomach wring and twist. When the old bed didn’t collapse under her, she relaxed, sighed from relief.

“You need to lose some weight, sister,” Luna, joking, said.

“Well, you need to get some meat on you,” Celestia responded, teasing. “You’re so thin I can see your bones.”

“That’s a lie. I saw how you looked at me,” Luna said, threw the towel on a straw chair, then jumped on Celestia.

“Like what?”

“As if you want to swallow me whole,” Luna said and kissed Celestia on her lips.

While Celestia kissed Luna and enjoyed Luna’s soft and silky lips she enveloped the bed sheet in a golden glow and wrapped Luna and herself in it.

The bed was a far cry from the velvety fabrics and comfy padding of Canterlot. Bed springs, tense and hard, poked Celestia uncomfortably in the back while the sheets, thick and crass, made her skin tickle. Despite the rustic simplicity and lack of sophistication Celestia felt deep happiness and peace. Compared to the royal beds this one was incredibly small, fitted rather for mice than ponies, but it felt cosy. Warm. The tightness of the space within the sheets made Celestia feel closer to Luna like never before.

And Luna.

The touch of her naked hooves, soft and smooth, along with her warm and fruity breath and the softness of her coat… Luna’s pulsing heart, so tender and fragile, drumming against Celestia’s own beat… Luna’s eyes: the most mesmerizing blue and green that Celestia had ever seen, so perfect for the princess of the night and all things lunar and magnetic… The velvety warm wetness that now rubbed against Celestia’s right thigh…

All felt exactly as thousand years ago when they had been only burgeoning mares who did nothing but hug and study night and day. As a result of the return to innocence of youth Celestia felt bubbly, light, relaxed and excited at the same time, warm from the love streaming through her chest and tingling across her limbs. Lying with Luna, little Luna, lovely Loony, cradled within her forelegs beat every form of adrenaline pumping, hair rising, fun.

Luna shifted down, her body slickly flowing against Celestia’s belly, her private velvet warmth sliding down Celestia’s thigh, till her head rested on Celestia’s chest.

Celestia smiled warmly. Luna had always liked to lay on her chest when they were young and shared the bedroom instead of sleeping in different wings, alone.

“Love you, Celery,” Luna, whispering, said.

Celestia tightened her grip around Luna’s back and wings.

“Love you, too, Loony. Love you very much.”

Tightly hugging Luna Celestia joined Loony along the riverrun of dreams.