Luna wasn’t evil. She recognized her ancient fall for the petty insanity it was. The Luna of today was kind and moral, if a bit more flexible than her beautiful sister.

Did admitting that Celestia was beautiful make Luna evil? No, of course not. The whole kingdom thought the same. The sun princess was larger than life, fully two meters tall and utterly without blemish. Her poise was perfect, her manner kindly. Her full breasts and pillowy butt seemed to float out from her body, her legs were smooth perfection. And she was ticklish – very ticklish.

Did such musings make Luna evil? She did not think so. Was it wrong to dream impurely of that very definition of beauty? And not a vapid mare of makeup and magazines, heavens no, but the one who so easily forgave what could not be forgiven? Who welcomed Luna back with no hesitation, who loved and respected her after all the wickedness Luna had done?

Who in Luna’s position would not fall in love with Celestia, beautiful within and without? Who would not long for more, to touch her body as she touched Luna’s heart?

Luna fantasized about repaying Celestia’s great favor with her own kind of love, but tried to be honest with herself. Her plans, her research, her carefully-practiced skills – they weren’t for Celestia’s sake. If all went well the woman would be as happy as she deserved, but not half as happy as Luna. It would be their – her – fairy-tale ending, living happily ever after as adoring lovers.

Luna had spent a long time preparing for this evening.

She glided smoothly around her spacious palace room, eyes carefully hovering about her handiwork. Tea for two was set at the little table, using cups her sister gave her a few years ago. Lavender and other night flowers perfumed the room with their calming fragrance. Celestia would go to bed after this, and would not mind leaving a little drowsy.

A grandfather clock ticked pleasantly in the corner, sending low, slow notes to the room. Tick… tock…

Nothing untoward was in the tea, of course. There likely wasn’t a poison in history that could bring Celestia low. A drug or spell was more likely to be detected than to work, and that would be worst of all. Nothing of the sort.

That’s what made the plan perfect, after all. That’s what let Luna approach the coming evening with a cool and sharpened mind. Even if some tic or unconscious magic gave Celestia pause, what would she see? The tea, the flowers, nothing wicked at all. Just a happy little visit with her beloved Luna, before going to bed after another hard day’s work.

Her beloved Luna with power over the unconscious mind, that is. And a strong intent to use it.

Did this make Luna evil? This plan to take advantage of Celestia’s trust to bend her mind to Luna’s will? That wasn’t so obvious as the other questions, and Luna did her best to grapple honestly despite her bias. In the end, she decided no, it did not make her evil. She was not some petty tyrant looking to seize the throne. Her sister would rule, wiser and more justly than Luna ever could. And Celestia would be happier than ever, in love with the only mare who could stand as her equal. No harm, no evil.

A gentle knock came. Luna’s lips turned up to a quiet smile.

“Enter.”

Celestia’s scent emerged first – soft vanilla, sweated down by a long day at court. The door opened fully, and Luna’s enigmatic look became a grin.

Celestia was beautiful, far more now than during the day. No high heels or complex dresses. A yellow pajama gown, a pink fluffy robe, and bunny slippers because Celestia was still ten years old somewhere in her heart. So criminally conservative as to hide that glorious butt, but whatever negligible stain that made on her beauty was erased and repaid by the look of honest, simple happiness when those pink eyes found Luna’s.

Luna blushed invisibly beneath her blue, and felt a bit of it tingle between her legs. She ignored the distraction with long, long ease and used her own two hands to pull out a chair. “Good evening, sister.”

Luna was a friendly enough pony, but also stand-offish and formal. It would not do to become abruptly different. This was a pleasant visit, nothing more.

“And good morning!” Celestia replied, an old joke that Luna always pretended to find amusing. “What’s on the docket for you tonight?”

Luna worked her magic to slowly heat the tea. Some things even an alicorn could not rush. “Not much. I’ve put in a lot of effort to make this night easy. I hope to pass more time with you than our usual rushed evenings allow, so please stay as long as you like. I am in no hurry.”

A seed, planted. Celestia loved calm evenings, loved time with Luna, and hated to disappoint. She would not leave quickly.

“That sounds wonderful,” Celestia replied predictably. A melodic giggle. “But we do approach my bedtime. If we go too late you shall have to carry me to my room.”

Thoughts of an unconscious Celestia in her arms were hidden by Luna’s quiet smile. “Simple teleportation. I dare say I could do so without waking you, and then I could kiss you goodnight and tuck you in. You did that on my return – have I ever done so for you?”

Celestia loved nostalgia. They talked pleasantly as the smell of valerian tea mingled with that of lavender, eventually coming to a time Luna tucked in Celestia during a rare bout of flu.

“I would not mind doing so again,” Luna mused. Another seed. Celestia staying irresponsibly late would not just be fun, but also a favor to her beloved sister.

“Perhaps,” Celestia said teasingly. “But what of you? Should you drink valerian right before a busy night?”

Luna shrugged. “I had my coffee hours ago.”

A prepared excuse, but as they indulged their first cup Luna found it wonderfully calming. Every little bit helped to keep her jitters in check. She watched through half-lidded eyes as her sister took her own first sips. Awake, alert. But that would change.

They talked idly over tea and biscuits. Luna did far more talking than listening, giving distracting chatter of constellations and rare nebulae. Celestia did not care for these interests, but (wonderful mare that she was) bobbed her head and smiled, happy merely to be spending time with Luna. Comfort, warm tea, and the darkening hour worked tandem with vague boredom, and it wasn’t long before Luna noted her chest rise now and then with suppressed yawns.

Luna hid her tense little smile behind a sip. “Oh! Do you like the clock?”

A funny thing, the pony mind. Celestia had heard it since entering but never noticed. The grandfather clock’s dull, endless tick and tock.

There it goes, tick… tock…

“It’s nice,” Celestia said blandly.

“The sound is very comforting when it is time to sleep,” Luna mused. “A white noise against distractions. Predictable, reliable. Like you, I suppose. Always there for me.”

Celestia smiled, blinking a bit more than needed. Valerian wasn’t a sedative, but it was much the same for a pony who was already tired.

Luna paused, pretending to think. “And me for you, wouldn’t you say? At least from now on. Always there for you, steady and trusted.”

“Of course,” Celestia said, before another silent yawn.

She blinked, focusing as Luna put on a worried expression. Blue eyes held the pink, and a blue hand reached across to grip the white. “I hope you do trust me. I have changed, believe me.”

Celestia’s smile lost its drowsy blur and became kindly, and Luna fell in love all over again.

“You know I do.”

“I would hear you say it,” Luna pressed.

“I trust you.”

‘And this is not betraying that trust, dear sister. I would never harm you, or our kingdom.’

Luna raised the kettle and refilled their tea. “Thank you, dear sister.”

Tick...

“I do love you.”

Tock...

“I think we should...”

Tick...

“Spend more time together.”

Tock...

Luna began droning on again, this time syncing her words with the swing of the clock. Minutes went by, and Celestia’s yawns became less concealed. Her blinks were longer, and came more often.

Luna paused, letting the clock tick a while as she readied her next move. A delicate time. She couldn’t have Celestia fall asleep entirely, but had to keep her drowsy and dully invested. That’s how hypnosis worked: trust, and a lowering of the guard. Nothing more. For now.

She kept the game up a little longer, watching as her sister’s head began to sway. She refilled their teas, coolly patient.

Tick...

“Ah, yes. Tia, look at my ring.”

Tock...

Luna displayed the gold band proudly, topped with an orange gem in image of the sun. An easy thing for a mare of her skill to forge and enchant.

“An admirer gave it to me.”

Tock...

“I love it. A symbol of our unity.”

The gem glittered in the soft light. Luna let a victorious twist cross her smile as Celestia’s half-lidded eyes found the ring and followed as she swayed it gently over the table. If Celestia was more aware than she seemed, she might sense the small magic charm on the gem, made to please and content the viewer. Such was common enough in the fashion world, if considered uncouth.

Uncouth, but legal. Celestia would not suspect, even if she still could. Luna let it sparkle, drinking in the dopey, adorable smile that came to her sister’s face as the clock ticked steadily on.

“Here, give me your hand.”

Tick...

“I want to give you one of your own.”

Tock...

Luna pulled a silver ring from a case at her side, marked with a small blue moon and wound with inscription: ‘Dear Sister.’

She slipped it on Celestia’s finger, not quite keeping the tremble from her own. This one was charmed with a different brand of magic, although much the same. It would please Celestia to look at, and turn her thoughts happily to Luna.

And a bit more, later. Celestia might learn if she were to suspiciously study it, but she could not without losing such doubts to love.

“It suits you,” Luna promised, letting a dull tick follow. “We wear each others’ symbols, so opposite to our own as proof of love and trust in each other.”

All schemes aside, Luna thought it a nice gesture.

Tick...

“Wear it, and trust me.”

Tock...

“Trust me.”

Tick...

“Dear sister.”

Tock...

“Dear sister.”

Tick...

“Dear sister.”

Celestia did not notice the repetition. Her lids and perfect lashes hung over all but a small ribbon of the eyes. Instead of muzzled yawns, her generous chest rocked gently with deep, even breaths.

Luna’s blood ran cold as the pink orbs blinked open.

“Oof,” Celestia chuckled, while Luna’s eyes shot back and forth. “I am more tired than I imagined. I should go to bed.”

‘Let her go. Try again later.’

‘No! Enchant her will. Risk everything.’

Luna ignored both impulses, raising her cool mind to the fore. A bump in the road, but the road went on.

“Dear sister,” she cooed, gently scolding. And she smirked at what came next.

Tick...

“Have just one more cup.”

Tock...

“I’ve planned this evening for a long time.”

“Oh, alright,” Celestia said. She shuffled, righting her posture in the chair. Her eyes were fully open, and her renewed thoughts chided herself for nearly falling asleep.

Fine – just fine. Luna smiled thinly, not hiding the hungry glint in her gaze. Her lips moved, offering the same pleasant chatter. The same warm tea, late hour, and ticking clock. Luna displayed the same ring in front of Celestia’s eyes, and they breathed in the same calming lavender.

The same results, faster and easier for their repetition. Celestia’s mind settled once more into drowsy comfort. Her smile grew blank and listless, her eyelids heavier and heavier.

“Did Twilight show you her new telescope?”

Luna asked the question in cadence with her prattle: in rhythm with the clock, flowed out of one innocent comment and into the next.

Celestia said nothing, gave no sign of having heard the question. She would have caught it if awake, but nor was she asleep. Rhythm and comfort, drowsiness and trust – word by droning word, tick by tock, Luna had guided her sister into a hypnotized trance. Albeit a perfectly mundane one, with no magic or obvious induction to give her away.

For now.

Luna raised the kettle in her aura. “May I try something with the tea?”

No answer. Celestia’s eyes fell naturally to the blue moon upon her finger.

Luna cleared her throat. “Dear Sister.”

The stern change in tone got Celestia’s attention, though her eyes remained half-closed. She looked, and Luna gave a honeyed smile. “One more cup, as promised. I want to try something with the tea. Do you trust me?”

Awake, Celestia might have pressed for details. Here, she only seemed to catch the last part and mumbled, “Yes.”

Luna focused magic into the hot water, letting her horn glow without concealment. She asked permission, after all. Celestia’s expression of sleepy contentment did not waver.

Luna poured her own cup first, and took a sip. Anything to set Celestia at ease, to let her go gently with the flow. The tea was now sweetened, but Luna did that to hide the acid taste of magic. Just a tiny bit of the stuff of dreams – the strange magic that only Luna could control, which brought wonders and monsters alike to the sleeping mind. No effect on Luna, of course, who moved the stuff as easily as her fingers.

Celestia, though. Celestia now straddled the line between sleep and wake, not fully either. The subconscious, the self-architect of dreams, the mind in-between – it would rise at the magic’s touch, unblocked by the waking mind, seeking to dream.

...If this worked. Luna could not resist a nervous swallow. Rehearsed excuses lodged in her throat, ready in case Celestia’s consciousness reclaimed the fore.

Her hands did not tremble as she poured for her sister. Cool, calm, Luna watched as Celestia raised it to her lips.

Tick...

“All in one go, dear sister.”

Celestia obeyed. Luna had made the drink pleasantly warm, and watched Celestia’s throat bob with two long swallows as she drained the tea. Her horn glowed blue, easing the cup down as Celestia clumsily missed her plate.

There was little outward change, but that was right. Celestia’s drowsy subconscious had already been in ascendance. Her woken mind was pushed down deeper than ever, the void filled by an unclever subconscious that did not know how to doubt or question. It was a thing of instinct, flowing like water down the easiest stream.

Which Luna would provide. “Focus on the clock, dear sister.”

Tick...

“Let every tick, every tock...”

Tock...

“Remind you that you are with Luna, whom you love and trust. You are safe and warm and happy.”

Tock...

“Tell me, dear sister. Do you feel safe and warm and happy?”

Tick...

“Yes,” Celestia said quietly. She stared blankly to nothing, eyes more closed than open. She breathed like the tides, calm and slow.

Luna bit hard on her lip. She stared to the gentle push and pull of Celestia’s breasts beneath their covers, mind aglow with the fact that this was happening, this was happening.

How long had she waited? Must she wait more? Luna pressed her hand to the inside of her thighs, feeling a single drop wet her panties. Perfect white lips, round melony breasts, thick ass she could squeeze and part for its hidden jewels. Years of coming to terms with her feelings, months of preparation.

Luna reached a hand towards her sister’s breasts. Must she wait more?

...Yes. She must.

Cool strategy brought Luna this far, and did not desert her. A dropped cup, an unwanted knock, or certainly a groped breast would rouse Celestia and ruin everything.

The moment passed. Luna settled back in her chair, calm and composed. Her mind reclaimed its script. Her smile grew smaller, more controlled. She was patient, after all. Love was patient.

Tick...

“Your are in what’s called a trance, dear sister.”

Tock...

“That means your body is awake, but your mind is asleep. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Celestia said again as the clock ticked on.

“That means you are dreaming, dear sister. You are asleep, and dreaming.”

Not true at all, but Celestia was in no position to observe otherwise. Luna let her thigh-bound hand wander, teasing herself as she smoothly went on. “That means I am in charge. You’re in charge when you’re awake, I am when you’re asleep. That’s okay with you. After all, I am princess of the night, and you trust me.”

It was not a question this time. Celestia’s smile began drooping, her expression blanker than ever. “Yes.”

Luna shifted in the chair, widening her legs. One blue finger found the first fold of her labia and began to rub. “Do you understand that Luna is in charge, for now?”

“Yes,” Celestia said.

“You love and trust Luna.”

“Yes.”

Luna hissed in her breath and pulled her hand from its place. No distractions. Cool, calm. This was how she won.

“Say it.”

“I love and trust Luna.”

“Good,” Luna cooed. “And she is in charge, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Luna is in charge,” Celestia intoned softly.

“That means you must listen to me.”

Tick...

“That means you must obey me.” Tock. “That’s what it means when someone you trust is in charge, dear sister. Doesn’t that make sense?”

“Yes.” Celestia could barely be heard.

“Say it.”

“I must obey you.”

It was actually a little easier now for Luna to not touch herself. The anticipation had softened to a pleasant burn, but damn would she work that vibrator tonight.

Luna purred, with honey in her voice. “That’s right, dear sister. You don’t just obey me because I’m in charge. You obey me because you trust me.”

She leaned forwards, as though sharing a great secret. “Sometimes you will need to let me be in charge even when you’re awake. You trust me, so this is alright. Doesn’t that make sense?”

“Yes.”

Luna stood. She walked around the table, closing the distance between them. She stood behind her sister and began rubbing gently at Celestia’s ears.

“I need a way to let you know when I am in charge, dear sister. Doesn’t that make sense?”

“Yes.”

Luna played with her sister for another moment. She stroked her fingers through the ethereal hair, letting them run teasingly against Celestia’s scalp. She set her hands on the pink-clad shoulders and breathed in the warm vanilla scent. Tick… tock…

Luna leaned down, speaking into Celestia’s ear. “When I say ‘Dear Sister,’ you will know I am in charge. And because I am in charge, you must then obey me. This is because you trust me. When I say ‘Dear Sister,’ you will remember the taste of this tea, the smell of my flowers. When you hear or remember my ticking clock, you know I make you feel safe and warm. When you see my ring on your finger, you know that you love me. When you see your ring on mine, you know you can trust me. And because you trust me, you will obey me when I say, ‘Dear Sister.’ Doesn’t that make sense?”

“Yes,” Celestia said. Her guileless subconscious drank in the words. Her waking and dreaming minds would remain unaware of this instinct, this new river for thought to flow down.

“I love you so much,” Luna breathed, her voice catching once before it rallied. “Now, it is time to end the dream. When I snap my fingers, you will wake. I will tease you gently for falling asleep, and we will joke and laugh as I walk you to the door. Yet you will still smell the lavender, and see my ring, and hear the clock. These will remind you that you love and trust me, and I make you feel safe and warm. Do you understand, Dear Sister?”

Celestia answered, one last time. “Yes.”

Luna smiled. She snapped her fingers, and it was so.

Author's Note

Back in the saddle, a bit different than what I've done before. Hope you like!

Things get raunchier next chapter.