Icemoon

They turned to look at each other, leaned forward, and their lips met. Elsa had never kissed another person on the lips since getting tucked into bed as a tiny child. She clenched her eyes and focused on the sensation, on feeling, on that one fleeting moment of contact.

Luna hmmmmmed deep in her throat as her lips felt the warmth of Elsa's. The cold of the freezer certainly didn't bother Luna, but the other body heated her, and the taste of the vanilla-heavy waffles and the juicy strawberries was still on Elsa. Luna's tongue brushed along Elsa's upper lip, then lower, sampling these tastes, and Elsa's own tongue slowly extended and began to play across Luna's.

"Luna," she whispered. "This is magic, too. Teach me."

Feathers brushed Elsa's cheek, and then moved down to tickle her ribs. "I am a reprehensible teacher. My sister has educated fifty generations of Equestria's best, teaching them magic, diplomacy, and government, but I hide in the upper towers, alone with ponies' dreams."

Elsa pushed up to one elbow, and reached with her other hand to cup the back of Luna's head. She pulled her closer, kissing more desperately, deeply, her tongue forcing itself into Luna's mouth with enthusiasm, but perhaps not skill.

A hoof pressed against Elsa's chest, pushing Elsa back. "Elsa, I should not. I am... hmm... sixty-eight times your age. Twenty-four times, should we discount my unwilling extra-planetary sabbatical. You are a virgin, you say, and I have... experienced... more lovers, many more lovers, than you have had days on this Earth. Further..."

Elsa took the hoof in both hands, pulled it away from her chest, and kissed lightly the fuzz of Luna's fetlock.

"Further," Luna continued, looking at Elsa's lips where they played against her coat, "I am a bad influence. Your little incident with the ice and the snow last summer was an accident, not capricious. My past acts were capricious, and indeed, malicious. I am not a good pony, and you deserve a better teacher."

Luna stood, and turned toward the door.

"Luna!" Elsa sat up, now cross-legged on the floor, and grabbed Luna's tail. "Luna, stay. Never in my life have I met someone... someone like me."

"But I'm not like you. You're good, Elsa."

"Don't do that to yourself."

"I tried to end the world."

"You're not that pony any more," Elsa said

"How do you know that?"

Elsa hands kneaded the air, and a small gust of wind brought the statue of her and Anna that Luna had earlier made. "How could someone who doesn't have love in her heart recognize such a perfect gift?"

"Atilla the Hun and Ghengis Khan probably loved their mothers. It means nothing. Shall we take my ship to Saint Helena, and discuss this with Napoleon's ghost? He loved, yet did cruel things to earn his banishment."

Elsa cupped Luna's cheeks between her hands. "Neither of us is perfect, but do you think I can ever find someone quite like you again?"

"You—"

She put a finger to Luna's lips. "Imagine I took a palace maid to my bed. Even if some bribe or threat kept her mouth sealed and the scandal quiet, would she escape with all her fingers and toes, without frostbite? Imagine what I would do to her... feminine treasure... if I lost my control in the throes of passion."

Luna clenched her eyes and hung her head. "At your age, or younger, I... I injured those I loved. It didn't even require adjourning to bed. Even a simple game of ball resulted in friends lost, ribs broken, noses bloodied, friendships obliterated. My magic waxed as control lagged behind."

Elsa's eyes lost their focus as she saw her own terrible memories, Anna falling to the floor of the ballroom, spellstrike to her head.

"It has been centuries," Luna whispered, "and my lessons of control were hard-won."

"And self-taught, I assume?"

Luna frowned.

"That's awful." Elsa brushed a hand against Luna's cheek, then whispered, "Luna, we have a month before your ship will return you to Equestria. Teach me."

Luna smiled, then gave Elsa a peck on her tiny nose. "Very well, but only if you promise to take this as a lesson, and not to enjoy yourself at all."

With a grin and a cross-my-heart gesture, Elsa said, "Perish the thought."

Frowning sternly, Luna nodded. "Not even a little enjoyment. I shall expect a detailed essay written within the day. Now! Remove your nightie."

"Would you rather go somewhere warm?" Elsa asked.

A grin formed on Luna's face. "Wait! An idea occurs. Let's go somewhere cold. I explored it after dinner when I took to my wings in exercise."

"What?"

The false aurora and stars disappeared, the illusion gone and the utilitarian kitchen freezer around them again. The cobalt glow of Luna's horn waxed, making Elsa's eyes water. Elsa held her breath, trying to concentrate, to feel the magic as it built around her. Luna clearly had not just power, but also control and skill. That was the lesson Elsa needed. Luna's lessons might have been hard-won, but they clearly had stuck.

Eddies and whorls of magic filled the room and played around them, chaotic fractals formed from primordial forces. Luna focused and the chaos solidified into structure, the pony wielding the deepest mysteries as a surgeon wields his scalpel, and then—

Snap!

—they were on the balcony of Elsa's ice castle, high on the North Mountain.

They both gasped as half the air rushed from their lungs, escaping into the high altitude. They took in deep new breaths of the thin mountain air.

Luna belched, raised a hoof to her mouth, blushed, and said, "Excuse me!"

Elsa giggled into her hand, and then allowed herself a small belch as her own air pressures equalized. A yawn cleared her ears.

Luna cocked an eyebrow at the broken railing.

"Long story," Elsa said, her face going even more pale than usual.

Luna stood on her back legs and planted her forehooves on the remaining stub of railing, then spread her wings as wide as she could. "Behold."

The sky danced with the cold fire and frozen light of the aurora to their north, and a full moon shined in the south. Frozen wastes stretched as far as they could see, lit by the bone-white of the moon and the pastels of the aurora, and the beauty was as asture and harsh as the greatest marble masterworks of the ancients.

Elsa allowed herself to stare at the mountains and ice, at the lean dark-blue body, the flight muscles holding the wings wide, and the sight left her without words, without even breath.

Sitting down on the balcony, Luna closed her eyes. She lifted her forehooves toward the north like a person warming their hands before a fire. "Turn your face to the aurora, Elsa. Raw magic rains down upon us, if you can train yourself to feel it."

Elsa sat down, next to Luna, shoulder-to-shoulder, and faced the coruscating brilliance.

"My sister," Luna said, "must have been in a mood back home. It is the sun that causes the aurora, three or four days after a tantrum."

"The sun causes the aurora? That can't be."

"Shhhhhh," Luna said. "Magic washes across us, as if we sit on the beach as the tide comes in. Close your eyes. Find the place inside yourself where the magic rules. The place where shame and self-consciousness are gone, but the joy of the magic remains."

"I don't—Luna, I don't understand."

"The aurora sheds raw magic across the land, but only those few of us, those like you and I, Elsa, have enough magic of our own to sense it. Close your eyes, turn your face north, let the aurora fall on your cheeks and forehead. Find that part of you where your magic sits, that part of you that you push down to keep control... let it feel the magic that the aurora showers down on us... find the joy of your gifts, and not the regret and fear, and be in that place."

Elsa frowned up at the aurora, and raised her hands to it, mimicking Luna's pose. Joy? Joy from her magic? It brought only pain, like when she had injured Anna or frozen the land. At best, it brought simple utilitarianism, like the kitchen freezer. Had magic ever given her joy?

The ice skating. She had iced over a plaza in Arendelle, and ice skated with her sister, and her subjects... an afternoon of simple childish delight with Anna, after so many years as strangers. So: she had drawn joy from her magic, after all, hadn't she?

She drew that memory around her, the smell of the summer flowers and the chill of the ice below her, Anna's hand in her own, the heat of the summer sun above, her skin prickling under the sunshine...

...no...

...it wasn't sunshine prickling her skin, tingling her upturned palms.

"Luna... Luna, I feel it. The aurora-shine. It's almost like, my gosh, what is it like? It's like—"

"Like taking nourishment," Luna said. "Your body, and mine, can turn the mundane matter the chefs put on our plates into magic, but the magic of the universe itself is much healthier for us. Remember this lesson, and never spend your life too long without the moon and the aurora and stars. They will nourish the part of you that no other human possesses."

Elsa nodded, and the moon behind her and the stars all around her left her skin tingling, too, now that she knew what she was looking for.

"This magic is a gift, freely given to the living creatures below the sky, but so few can accept this gift. The animals take it happily, but creatures of the thinking races? Pony, griffon, human, deer? They have lost their attunement to this. We who have deep magic, like my sister, like my niece, like my sister's student, like you and I... well! We can accept this gift and be thankful. Remember."

"Luna... thank you."

"The aurora will continue to nourish our magic, as we engage in activities to nourish our hearts." Luna opened her eyes, and stared into Elsa's for a moment, a smile brightening her face. "Remove your nightie."

Elsa hesitated, sourness roiling her stomach, her mouth dry, and then she slowly reached down with trembling hands and grabbed the hem of the nightie and pulled up, exposing her legs, panties, and midriff, but hesitated just before she lifted it past her breasts.

Dark blue eyes widened. "I wish to see you better," Luna said, "for you are gorgeous."

"You've never seen a human before this morning."

"Untrue. Ambassadors, adventurers, traders, and travellers have all visited my land. But your beauty is like this aurora, surrounding and suffusing me." Luna leaned down, nose-to-navel with Elsa. "My goodness, your skin is smooth and pale. It's good that cold doesn't bother me, lest my nethers should be a solid plug of ice, for all the moisture you cause."

Lifting the nightgown another inch, the frigid air now touching the undersides of her breasts, Elsa's heart pounded, and the waffles became bile in her stomach. She hadn't—hadn't—hadn't been naked in front of another human in years. More than a decade! What was the last time...? When, at nine or ten, illwith influenza, her mother had given her a cool bath to tamp down the raging fever. Certainly no one had seen her since she'd grown into her womanhood!

She closed her eyes and ground her teeth, then lifted the nightie over her head and tossed it behind her. Her eyes remained screwed shut, and her breathing shuddered raggedly. She crossed her arms over her breasts.

Feathers tickled up her ribs, to her armpits and then back and forth along her forearms. Elsa's eyes cracked open.

Luna smiled at her, primary feathers extended like long fingers as she alternated left and right wings to tickle Elsa. "You are uptight, Elsa. But there's no need. You are gorgeous, and it is only I, here, tonight."

A small smile played across Elsa's face as her whole body trembled with the nerves, but she forced herself to lean backwards and extended her arms behind her to take her weight.

She arched her back, just a little, to press her breasts forward toward Luna. "The palace's head maid assures me that the teenagers of Arendelle find me comely. But it's hard to make myself believe that."

"I agree with your subjects." Luna's wings reached forward and her feathers brushed the undersides of Elsa's breasts, then downward, making circles around her navel.

Elsa giggled as feathers tickled her ribs, and then leaned back a little farther. Shivers ran down her back and settled into her legs, gooseflesh rising, and then a tingle formed in her most private place, a tingle she had never before felt unless she was alone. "You're giving me chills!" Elsa closed her eyes again and smiled up at the sky, the magical fire of the aurora playing across her belly and chest and thighs and and and nipples... that felt interesting. "Do you have any idea how difficult—yipe!"

Luna's lips, warm and wet, sucked tight onto her left nipple, the tongue probing the hardening tip as the lips massaged the flesh around it. Elsa's eyes snapped open and stared down at Luna. While holding eye contact, Luna's tongue trailed across the mound of Elsa's breast, rightward, then to her other nipple and sucked onto it.

"Sweet heavens," Elsa gasped as the sensation flooded her. The gooseflesh grew stronger and her arms trembled and grew weak.

Luna broke contact with a pop. "Lie back, and stretch out your legs."

Elsa did, and Luna, still standing, cocked her head.

"What's wrong?" Elsa asked.

"You are yet clothed."

Elsa chuckled. "Just panties."

Stretching her neck, Luna grabbed the silk in her teeth, and tugged down. Elsa gasped at the velvety texture of Luna's nose brushed along the skin of her hip, the warmth of Luna's breath driving back the cold night.

Elsa lifted her hips, and then Luna pulled the silken panties past Elsa's ankles and, with a flick of her head, tossed them away.

"Huh," Luna said flatly.

This time, her skin did feel cold, and the sensation of the aurora died. The pleasant gooseflesh disappeared, and Elsa crossed her arms over her breasts again. "What's, what's wrong?" Elsa asked.

"Nothing! Nothing is wrong, of course, dear Elsa. I merely had a moment of education."

"Edu—education?"

"Humans have hair elsewhere than on their scalp."

Her legs tightened together in an attempt to conceal her vulva, and Elsa's hands moved down to cover the thick patch of hair.

"Elsa, I apologize. It compliments you, and indeed, complements you. Did you know it is the same color as you mane?"

"Yes." Elsa scowled at the pony.

Luna sat, and raised her hooves and flared her wings. "Truly—I apologize. I found you most enticing when you were clothed. Now, I find you exquisite. Surely you don't think fur would bother a pony?"

Her thighs relaxed. She leaned back on the balcony floor, and pillowed her head on her hands again. Elsa took a few deep breaths and re-found the aurora's sensation, and relaxation spread over the rest of her. "I suppose I'm in for a surprise or two, also..."

Luna trotted forward, legs to either side of Elsa, and lowered her barrel onto Elsa's torso. Elsa's eyes widened at the weight. How could Luna be so heavy? Standing, the pony's head was only as high as Elsa's sternum. It must be all those toned muscles that Elsa had earlier admired—

Another kiss cut off Elsa's thoughts, and Luna's tail swished back and forth, the silky hairs brushing Elsa's legs.

"Your tail's soft," she said.

"I wash, moisturize, and brush it constantly. The damnable billowing causes horrid tangles, otherwise."

"What is that billowing?"

"We... we have no idea."

The warm hair, or fur, or whatever tickled where it touched her naked skin. Belly, chest, breasts, nipples, neck, shoulders, flanks, all of Elsa tingled with the touch of this wonderful person, or pony, or whatever she was. Someone, some being, who had so much in common, the unwanted magic and the lost control, the injured friends and family, the teenage years further and further into isolation and fear, and yet body so smooth and soft and...

Teeth found Elsa's jawline, nibbling gently, and then a warm tongue played with her earlobe before the teeth nibbled it.

Elsa's right hand reached down, squirming between their hips, and reached her own secret warmth. Her fingers moved and she rubbed herself lightly. Luna broke off her nibbling of Elsa's ear and asked, "A personal question, if I may?"

As Elsa's fingers rubbed circles around her nub, bearing in with more pressure to bring the pleasure she knew was there, Elsa's back arched, pressing her breasts into Luna's barrel. "Huh?"

"Have you taken pleasure with yourself, previously, Elsa? Or are these sensations entirely new to you?"

"Once a month or so," Elsa gasped, slipping her smallest finger into her own wetness. "Ever since last summer. Anna suggested that if I released my 'tension' more often spells might not pop up unbidden so often."

"Excellent," Luna said. "If you know how to take pleasure, my duties will be easier." Luna's neck bent, and she nibbled Elsa's collarbone. Elsa squealed and wriggled, and bore down more vigorously on herself, her wetness burgeoning, the first drop of her own flow slipping down and wetting the hairs between the cheeks of her bottom.

And then another sensation... new and surprising: a hot splat against the back of her hand. It took her a moment before she understood that Luna's excitement, too, burgeoned, the princess's fluids dripping onto Elsa's hand.

"You're enjoying...?" Elsa whispered.

"Mmmm-hmmm." Luna pushed up with her forelegs, lifting her upper body and bending her neck, and licked downward, her long tongue brushing Elsa's nipples again.

Elsa pulled her fingers from her own pleasure and reached up, finding the silken tail, and ran her fingers through the soft hairs, brought both hands to it, combing her fingers through.

"Pull. Gently," Luna ordered.

"What?"

"Tug my tail. It gives me erotic pleasure, but no release, making me pent up and readier for your later ministrations."

Her hands moved around Luna's bottom and grabbed her dock. Elsa gently pulled. Luna's eyes closed and her ears cocked in different directions, the left ear spasming. "Ahhh. Yes. That feels so good, to mix pleasure and a tiny bit of discomfort. Pull a little harder... yessss..."

Her hips pressed down, pushing Elsa's bottom against the floor, and Elsa lifted her hips as the soft fuzz of Luna's pubic fluff rubbed against Elsa's blond patch, the hairs catching and rubbing against each other, the sensation like a tickle but so much more, too.

The wetness of Luna's excitement matted the hair covering Elsa's mound. Elsa's hands reached forward, away from the tail, and grabbed Luna's head. She brought her own head up, and gently tugged Luna's head down to nibble her right ear.

Elsa bit. Hard. The short hairs covering Luna's ear were soft on her tongue and lips, and tasted like lavender. A momentary panic gripped Elsa as she realized, a rock-hard realization in her guts, that this wasn't a person, it was an animal, but then again Luna was a person, simply not a human, for she spoke and thought and had dreams and fears, and—

Luna shouted, and incoherent noise, almost a bark, and the pony's body shuddered against her own, and the wetness gushed across Elsa's own excitement, Luna's hot flows dribbling across the heat of Elsa's private place, dripping across her opening, so copious that it wet her bottom and left a puddle underneath Elsa.

"My secret!" Luna gasped. "My ears are my secret, that nopony has discovered for centuries! When somepony bites them, I cannot help but—"

Elsa nibbled harder, bearing down with her incisors, and Luna spasmed again, her tail flailing and wings spasming. Another gush of hot fluid dripped from Luna, across Elsa's own flaming-hot treasure. Luna's body shook as the sensations took her.

As Luna's shudders faded, Elsa released her ear and pulled back a few inches, looking into Luna's eyes. Luna panted, blinking, and stared at Elsa.

"Wow! Now, to return this favor," Luna said, and shimmied down Elsa's body, until Luna's torso pressed down on Elsa's knees and shins.

"What...?" Elsa said, lifting her head. The shimmering light of the aurora played across Luna's coat, the colors kaleidoscopic, leaving her coat iridescent.

Luna's horn lit and gentle pressure built against the insides of Elsa's thighs. She frowned, her muscles tense.

"Elsa?"

"Y-yes?"

"My dear, if you do not wish this, merely say the word, and I shall return us to the kitchens. If you do wish these lessons—relax thy legs."

A blush formed on her cheeks, the skin hot against the cold night. With a sigh, Elsa let her legs relax, and Luna levitated them up and apart, knees spreading and moving up, Elsa's soles now flat on the balcony's ice.

The pony squirmed forward, and a warm exhalation played across the wetness between Elsa's thighs.

"Goodness, you smell wonderful," Luna said. "Unlike anything of my past experience, enticing and alluring."

"You probably say that to all your lovers."

Luna froze for a moment, and Elsa wondered if she'd offended...? Then, nibbles on her left ankle made her jerk, her bottom jumping from the ice and slapping as it landed again.

"Ah, someone likes that," Luna said with a chuckle, and bit down a little harder, sucking and nibbling up Elsa's calf, then licked the back of her knee.

She moaned in response, covering her eyes with her left forearm as she wriggled against the balcony, biting the meaty part of her right hand to keep from screaming, Luna's nibbling and licking sending bolts of heat and cold up her leg, her nethers now flaming with desire at Luna teased her.

"Please," Elsa whispered. "Please."

The gentle teeth and tongue danced down the inside of Elsa's thigh, toward her treasure. Teeth tugged gently for a moment on her long pubic hairs, and then nibbled down her other thigh, away from her, away from her and her burning readiness, and to her other knee.

"You can't leave me this way!" Elsa whimpered.

"Can," Luna replied between a long lick and a quick nibble against the back of Elsa's right knee. "Will."

Elsa pressed her palms together in front of her face, and then spread them apart. A dildo formed in a swirl of magic, its ice so clear and pure it could have been of the finest artisan's glass, or even diamond. Taking it in both hands, she reached down and positioned the rounded tip of the dildo against her own opening.

The nibbling on her lower leg halted. "Is that not cold?"

Guiding it with one hand, two fingers of the other hand opening her own folds, Elsa slid the tiny dildo in two inches. She sighed and wriggled her bottom against the balcony, adjusting to the fullness. She looked into Luna's eyes. "Silly you, do you think cold...?"

"Of course, of course. But—" a sudden warmth brushed against Elsa's intimate place as Luna's magic extracted the dildo, Elsa's eyes widening in pleasure at the touch, and Luna held it up, inspecting it "—what do you call this?"

"My secret friend."

Luna rolled her eyes, then sucked the dildo like a child with a popsicle, eyes closing as she sampled the taste of Elsa depths.

"Sweet, indeed floral, but perhaps a hint of something savory, too. Unlike any I have tasted before. Allspice, I think." Luna's horn flashed, and the dildo evaporated to steam. "I shall need to investigate further."

"Hey! That was—" Elsa snapped, but then her life changed forever.

Luna's tongue licked up, from the bottom of her slit to her clitoris. The warmth sent bolts like lighting up from her nethers to her head, and the pony's tongue had a slight roughness which prickled and tugged at the soft skin of her inner lips and pulled on the long hairs that covered her outer lips so densely.

If she thought the glow of the aurora had been magical, this was something far more, something primordial. Years of trained Royal dignity, aloofness, inhibition, coldness tried to rise and demand she slap her thighs closed and harangue the pony—and then she just relaxed a little more, and let the sensation wash across her.

The tongue and lips played up and down her opening, Luna's hot breath and warm mouth teasing her. Elsa's hips ground down, her bottom mashed against the ice as she reached and grabbed Luna's ears, crushing Luna's face tight against herself.

"Mmrrrrph!" Luna said, and then drove her long tongue firmly up Elsa's canal.

Luna's ears perked up under Elsa's hands, going stiffly erect with delight. Elsa's hands clenched harder as the sensations overwhelmed her. Luna burrowed deeper, her wings slowly rising, an inch or two with each heartbeat, until they flared high above Elsa, stiff and majestic, a dark silhouette against the aurora. Elsa panted, biting her lower lip, and her eyes watered as the tongue massaged her depths and the lips rubbed against her own intimate place.

"So wonderful," Luna said, pulling her face away with a slurp, and then ran her tongue around her lips to gather all Elsa's flavor. "So much unlike—"

"Un... unlike?"

Luna scowled, then shook her head. "Let us not worry about that."

With another flash of magic, Luna summoned a new ice dildo—but unlike Elsa's earlier one, this was shaped with the distinct flare and bulges of a stallion's member, its length was comparable to Elsa's forearm, and its diameter approached that of Elsa's thigh.

It probably weighed thirty pounds. Elsa chuckled. "You can't be serious. That'll never fit inside me, and you're half my size."

"Is that a challenge? Hmmmpf!" Luna stood, raised her tail and nose, and levitated the dildo behind herself. "I have had thousands of stallions larger than this minor bauble! Sometimes several at once! One in my marehood while another delves my forbidden depths, and a third and even a fourth in my mouth!"

Elsa lifted her head to watch, and reached down, rubbing her own throbbing clitoris and inserting a finger into her channel, keeping herself motivated while Luna—

"Errr... uhhh... hrmmm..." Luna grunted, the dildo pressing underneath her tail. Her wings collapsed and ears flattened as she struggled to insert the monstrosity. Her horn grew brighter as she struggled, and with a bright flare of magic, she knocked herself forward, landing chin-first on Elsa's pubic patch, rump held high, tail flagged, but dildo still definitely outside her.

Luna panted, smacking one rear hoof on the balcony as the enormous toy pressed at her frustrated opening.

"I... cannot." The dildo fell to the floor and shattered.

"Luna," Elsa whispered, "have you, by any chance, been embellishing your past experience?"

Luna dropped her bottom to the floor and covered her eyes with her wings, her chin still pillowed on Elsa's soft mound. "'Tis... 'tis that obvious?"

Pushing up to sit, no longer reclined, and Luna's chin slid off Elsa to the balcony surface. Elsa looked down at her, and laid a hand on Luna's head, just in front of the horn.

"It's... please, it's okay, Luna."

"I traipse through the dream realm. Here in the waking world, I am an alicorn, a creature of untold power... but in the dream realm, I am a goddess, with power beyond imagining, and my slightest whim becomes reality. I enter dreams and experience the physical love, both imagined and remembered, of all of my subjects. I bend their fantasies to myself, so I am the most wanted creature in the land when they awake the next morning. Stallions dream of themselves with cocks the size of tree trunks and then I dominate them with wanton abandon, taking their love and leaving them exhausted and spent and content and befuddled. But... but 'tis the dream realm, where I spend my waking life... 'tisn't the real world."

Luna's nose moved up, nuzzling the palm of Elsa's hand. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed, then her tongue played along Elsa's fingers, sampling the slickness of Elsa's excitement where it still wet her long fingers.

"But," Luna continued, "after what I did to my cousin, the friendship I ended, the love I ruined... Had I only remained the pegasus filly I am in my most cherished memories... my damn magic humiliated and drove him away. He is now dead while I suffer accursed immortality. We would have wed, loved, made foals, and died of old age together, had immortality and responsibility not been forced upon me when I was but a foal, myself. So... I settle for the dream realm, ever since."

Luna shook, her entire body heaving as she fought down sobs, and her wings pressed more tightly against her eyes.

Elsa sat up onto her knees and then inched forward and hugged Luna. Feathery wings extended and wrapped around Elsa.

"Do you want to call it a night, Luna? Are you too distraught?"

"No. No, I should like to—" she looked up at Elsa, and swallowed twice, her eyes wide and pupils quivering "—to make love."

Elsa reached down, and took Luna under her armpits. She grunted as she lifted the pony, and laid her onto her back.

With a smile, Elsa said, "now you spread your thighs."

Luna grinned, spreading her thighs wide and unfurling her wings flat against the balcony. Her tail flirted at Elsa.

Elsa's hands kneaded the air again and Luna's horn glowed, as both simultaneously summoned dildos, modestly sized but larger than the first Elsa had summoned, the ice of each as smooth and clear as diamond.

"Great minds—" began Luna

"—think alike," finished Elsa.