Infernal Passions

Luna sighed as she nestled into her deck chair, feeling the chill evening air wrapping about her - drawing away all her stress and worries as she simply relaxed. It was nice no longer having to worry about matters of state. She had always hated the whole charade, the fripperies of office and constant dance to meet expectations - it was all so exhausting. She much preferred to rest in the cool night air and help those few ponies who had devastatingly bad dreams.

Then again, she also preferred to simply have her own once in a while. She rarely had the opportunity to dream on her own when she was part of the diarchy - but now that she was retired, the expectations were far lower. Her presence in a dream was a blessing, rather than an expected outcome. She fly down when ponies were in the most trouble and then give them a restful dream in place of disturbing nightmares only when those nightmares were beyond the pale.

It was nice being able to work at her own pace, being able to do as she wished instead of as others wished or expected. She didn't want to disappoint anypony, but she also needed to have a break every once in a while. Not so much to rest, but more to simply get herself in the right frame of mind. She had heard it put as 'recentering', and perhaps that was what she was after.

A center would be nice. A place to anchor it all to and to simply let the waves toss her about while she remained moored in place. It was a nice thought, and one that was quite enticing. The main difficulty was that there was no point on which to hang herself, no place to rest on. She was her own center, no pony or thing else suitable to hold her weight.

No pony she'd want to try, if she was honest with herself.

With so much baggage and so much history that would take so much explaining all wrapped up with a pony who had been royalty and sisters with the pony who essentially became a deity in the eyes of her subjects, it was best - in Luna's personal opinion - to deal with her troubles as they came, have candid discussions with trustworthy folk when necessary, and leave it at that.

She missed the days when her sister and her were just ponies in a world that didn't pay them much mind. Sure, they had stuck out as alicorns before they ruled to a certain extent, but even then it was just to the point of strange looks. Now it was all reverence and bowing. 'Your Majesty' this and 'Your Highness' that. It was even worse when somepony got the bright idea to say 'your ex-Highness'. It didn't happen to incredibly often, but it was still an annoying occurrence - as if they saying 'you were once great, but now you're just kinda normal and that's weird to me, so I'll point it out to you at any opportunity.'

Luna just wanted to rest and relax in the coming days, to live the life she had left behind over a thousand years ago. It was why she had taken her deck chair to the roof of the building - exactly where no pony would be looking for her for at least half an hour after the round of canasta had ended. She might even get to skip out on the bingo tourney for once if she was lucky.

"Luna?" A voice asked behind her, ruining the serenity of the evening. At least it wasn't a random pony this time, but the interruption wasn't entirely welcomed at the moment.

"Princess Twilight," Luna said, not moving from her spot as she basked in the dying rays of the sun with her eyes closed, "what brings you out this way? A bit far from Canterlot or the Castle of Friendship for an evening stroll."

"I was actually looking for you." Twilight said, sitting down on the roof beside Luna. "It's such a beautiful evening." She said offhoof. Luna kept back the biting remark that leapt to mind and simply grunted in agreement. No reason to be nasty, Twilight was a friend after all.

"Social visit or business?" Luna asked, hoping for the best.

"Social with you. I do technically have some business, but it isn't with you. It also isn't very pressing, so I have a few moments to stop by and chat. If that's alright with you." Twilight said with her usual level of decorum and politeness. Luna sighed, rolling her shoulders as she settle deeper into the chair.

"So long as it doesn't include getting out of my chair, I'll be alright with a little chat." Luna said with a coy smile, gaining a giggle from Twilight.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't have you getting out of the chair all night." Twilight said, a sort of playful edge Luna hadn't been expecting taking the young alicorn's voice. Luna wasn't sure how to take it, and even as she opened her mouth to ask what she meant, a slight crunching sound interrupted her, as if a small bottle or piece of glass had been stepped on by an insistent hoof.

"Twilight, what was..." Luna began, and then smelled... something. It hit her, making her shiver as the scent wafted over her senses. It was strange, yet somehow familiar. It excited her in a way she hadn't been excited in quite some time. A rush of blood flooded through her cheeks, deepening her color as her breath picked up slightly.

"I... I..." Luna stammered, finally lifting her head and opening her eyes. She made to stand up, but Twilight gently pushed her back down while rubbing another hoof against the chair, knocking off bits of whatever had made that earlier noise from her hoof.

"Now now, Luna, I said I wasn't going to have you getting out of that chair." Twilight said with a coy smile. "Now be a good girl and just lay back down." Luna nodded slowly, her mind trudging through molasses as Twilight pushed her down onto the lawn chair on her side.

"What... what's happening?" Luna struggled, even as she crossed her hindlegs, desperately hoping she was right about what was going to happen. Twilight smiled, leaning in closer until she planted a gentle, nuzzling kiss on the other mare's muzzle.

"Love." Twilight answered simply before fully kissing the ex-princess. Luna melted into the kiss without resistence, simply letting the experience happen to her rather than trying to do anything about it. It felt wonderful, so why should she stop it?

Twilight pulled away from the kiss, and then with a coy smile, moved lower. Luna almost said something, but was cut off as a moan rattled its way through her when Twilight latched onto a nipple, giving the teat a gentle, twisting nibble. It send cracks of pleasure like bolts of lightning through Luna the like she hadn't known since days long passed.

Twilight then lowered further, even as Luna basked in the wonderful sensations she already had coursing through her, and gently lapped at the moistening sex of the lunar princess. Luna stifled a moan at the attention and instinctually placed a hoof on the back of Twilight's head, encouraging the pony to go further and further. Twilight wasn't one to let her down.

Never had Luna been so pampered by another. She couldn't recall the last time she had had somepony give her the proper attention her body needed - nay, deserved! Vague memories of somepony saying she had a gorgeous ass pricked at her mind, but she swatted them away like a gnat as she let the pleasure Twilight gave her wash over her in cascading waves of bliss.

A pinpoint of light in the muddied waters of her mind pointed out that they were on the roof, and so easily spotted by anypony at just the right angle. A pony at the wrong angle might see just Luna barely restraining her moans, while an errant pegasus might incidentally fly by on an evening cruise and notice the two ponies.

Surprisingly to Luna, this only made her have to fight harder against her moans.

The very thought of being spotted like this, of being seen being eaten out by the current ruler of Equestria, and all the implications of such a sight being recounted to the press was just invigorating! Shame tinted invigoration, but certainly more enjoyment was involved than shame. It was as if the societal pressures of decency, modesty, and chasteness were gone and replaced by an all consuming lust that the princess couldn't deny. Not just that, though, but she couldn't even fathom the possibility of considering refusing her lust at that moment.

And so she writhed on her chair, petting a hoof through Twilight's hair while the other mare's tongue lapped, kissed, teased, and stroked at her marehood. There was no pony else, there was no future, there was no fear, just lust and unfettered indulgence in its bounty.

Unfortunately, as it is with all such indulgences, it wasn't an eternal enjoyment that would last throughout the dying of the stars and beyond. Luna shortly felt herself building up to her climax. She tried to warn Twilight of this - some part of her believing in preserving at least a modicum of decorum - but in the end she couldn't help but remain silent for fear that she'd shout instead of whisper her warning.

With a final flick of her tongue, Twilight pushed Luna over the edge of bliss and into the turbulent maelstrom of orgasm that rocked the alicorn's world. It was a miracle that Luna didn't yell as she spasmed through her ecstasy. Her chest heaved in effort as she fought against the urge to scream, to shout Twilight's name - or perhaps some other name. She bit her lip heavily, her will holding out by an inch to keep her from screaming.

As the wave subsided, Luna fell backwards into the chair, not having noticed when she had sat upright, and breathed in in great panting breaths. She was spent, thoroughly used up and ready to fall into a rest that would find her waking up still covered in her own juices and a warm memory of a chance encounter on the rooftop. Twilight, however, had other plans.

With a gentle flare of magic, Twilight began to sop up the mess with a warm towel. Luna, in her haggard state, wasn't entirely sure where she had gotten a towel, but was certain about how wonderful it felt. The soft fabric brushing against her, accompanied with the occasional tender kiss to her nethers and barrel, made the princess feel like... well, a princess.

She felt cared for and safe. A blissful warmth filled her, body and soul, as she slowly let herself drift off into a sleep. She didn't even notice, much less care, when Twilight slipped in on the lawn chair beside her. She smiled gently in her afterglow as she faded to sleep, feeling the warmth of another pony beside her.

She felt safe. She felt loved. And yet, somehow, it felt wrong on some level. Some aspect of it all felt oddly out of place, though nothing stood out to her. Her weary mind buzzed with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she tried to piece together what didn't fit. It was just... something about this didn't feel right.

Luna supposed she'd have to figure it out in the morning. She'd have Twilight there to help her, so it shouldn't be that hard to figure out.

Waking up in bed is not a particularly odd thing to do. There are, however, circumstances in which it might be considered extremely odd. Some children experience the odd sensation of waking up in bed with the last memory being sitting on the couch or even at the dinner table. These moments are disconcerting - to say the least.

Luna experienced one such moment as she found herself waking up in her private room. Her foggy recollection was of... well, unspeakably filthy yet unbelievably enjoyable activities with Twilight of all ponies. It was... frankly it was immensely disturbing to think on, and yet it felt so right.

She couldn't recall ever having had such feelings or predispositions towards the pony that had been her sister's protégée. She had regarded Twilight as a friend, a firm and fast ally on which to depend, but now? Well, last night had cast a new light on the possibilities of their relationship - not all of which Luna wanted to dismiss offhoof.

Slowly, collecting herself for a few seconds longer, Luna sat up in bed; resting on her haunches on the springy mattress. She felt clean in a way she wasn't used to feeling when first waking up. Usually she felt bedraggled, or in the very least unkept; but now? Now she could hardly think of a way beyond a nice warm glass of milk to make herself feel any better. Perhaps a massage? Maybe a massage from Twilight?

The thought struck her oddly, but she couldn't accuse it of being out of place or out of turn. With last night so vividly coming back into focus the longer she was awake, the thought seemed properly place, if not a tad bit off by not going far enough! Luna couldn't help but wonder if... if possibly it was just a gift. A 'fling' of this new princess of Equestria that meant little more than the wave of a royal in a parade.

At that moment, the door to her bathroom opened and let out a large plume of steam that wafted through the room in a great cloud of warming mist. "Your bath is ready, Luna." Twilight's voice rang out through the occluding fog. Luna felt reticent to move for a moment, unsure what to expect from the mare - but in the end she knew in her heart it wouldn't be anything she wouldn't absolutely love.

"Twilight?" Luna began, unsure of herself even as she rose from her bed. "About last night, I..." She faltered, uncertain what she wanted to say to the mare that had shown her such a good time. She hadn't felt such feelings towards the mare, but now... there was at least something. Luna wasn't so sure what, be it love or simple lust, but there was indeed a hint of something growing inside of her in regards to the mare.

"Don't worry, Luna," Twilight's voice rang out through the warm cloud, "there's plenty more to come." Luna crossed her hindlegs and lowered her tail at that comment, unsure if she really wanted more. She did to an extent, but she really wasn't sure if she was ready.

A voice in her mind pointed out that she had already been eaten out by the mare, so really everything Twilight might do would be tame by comparison - even tribadism. The more she thought about it, the fewer reasons she could muster against going to the bath - to Twilight. She wanted to; but could she really do it?

Taking a few steps closer, Luna couldn't help but notice that it wasn't only the room getting hotter. Already her nipples were growing rigid and her sex was quivering in anticipation. Her breathing was shallow as she stepped closer, and she could feel the beating of her heart through her cheeks. Her body was revving up for fun that she wasn't sure if she was ready for. It was as if the air she breathed, the very atmosphere of the room, was building her up towards whatever Twilight had in store.

A moment later, Luna realized that without her own conscious intervention, her body had carried her to the threshold of the bathroom. Pillowing waves of warm steam blew against her face and saturated her coat with growing rivulets of water. Before her, half hidden by the fog, was Twilight Sparkle - thoroughly damp in the heat with her own cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded in a seductress' gaze. It made Luna's heart beat harder. Just what perverse, yet wonderfully exciting, activities were dancing about Twilight's mind this morning?

Twilight bridged the distance between them, leaning forward slowly and letting her luscious lips part. Luna felt her heart skip a beat, and on reflex closed her eyes while parting her own lips. The two of them met as Twilight leaned in, sharing a long kiss together in the billowing steam. Luna took a deep breath in through her nose and felt herself grow only more aroused as she drank in Twilight through the kiss.

Luna felt Twilight's tongue snake its way into her maw, and without thinking, curled her own around the smaller mare's. It was a wonderful experience, one she hadn't had in years. The intimacy it brought, swapping flavors with the other mare. She couldn't imagine anything better!

Twilight - apparently - could, as she drew Luna in closer with a hoof around the back of her neck, and guided the other princess fully into the large bathroom. The air was thick in the white cloud, removing all sense of direction as the two of them kissed and wrestled their tongues passionately.

Luna gave a soft moan, only to feel Twilight pull away from the kiss. Luna opened her eyes in confusion, looking at Twilight through the cloud. She was the picture of beauty, a phantasm in the fog that stood just a short ways off from her. It was simply captivating, looking at Twilight in the all consuming white that enveloped them.

Twilight, using the hoof that still wrapped around behind Luna's neck, pulled the taller mare forward. As she watched, Luna saw the cloud dissipate a tad bit, only to see thicker water cascading down Twilight's form. It matted down the younger alicorn's mane, giving the mare a certain natural sexiness that Luna hadn't truly ever seen or appreciated before. Stepping up into the pouring shower, Luna lifted her head slightly, letting the shower's stream pour directly across her face and down her neck. It felt marvelous!

The floor was already covered in a thin layer of water, each step accompanied by a light splash as the two mares stood in the wide canopy of falling water. Twilight pulled Luna's head lower, and once again planted a kiss on Luna's lips - getting a whine of pleasure from the older mare as she leaned into it willingly.

"Room for one more?" A voice asked from the fog. Jumping away from the kiss, Luna looked about, trying to locate the source. She pushed Twilight behind her defensively as she scanned the room - despite knowing that there was no way to actually see anything beyond the falling water around them. There was just too much steam!

"Who's there‽" Luna cried out. "Show yourself or know my wrath!" She threatened, breathing heavily as she felt her mind focus to a needle point.

"Oh, my dear Luna, you know who's there!" A voice giggled out from the wall of white. Luna trembled, refusing to accept it while knowing that the voice was being dangerously honest. She did know, and it was both terrifying and terrific. "Please, Luna, just relax." Luna gulped, her eyes flickering about wildly.

"Or should I call you your true name?" The voice taunted. Luna's eyes widened a she lit her horn.

"SILENCE!" She bellowed, ready to fire off a spell.

"Nocturna." The voice said with an invisible smile.