Chapters 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.
That night, Luna raced through her few official tasks and spent the remainder of her time fantasizing, role-playing, and furiously masturbating as her controlled passions boiled over. Ambitions for romance and tender lovemaking were pushed to the far rear. Luna imagined Celestia both wrapped around her finger and screaming in ecstasy beneath, fucked in mind and body. She played out a scenario of utterly conquering Celestia that very evening, going from ticking clock to licking mouth at Luna’s pussy, eyes spiraling as Luna dangled a pendant before them. ‘Obey, slave,’ and ‘Yes, mistress.’
A fantasy. Even if Luna’s delicate trance could have survived the jarring suggestion of sex, it could never have endured the frenzy she craved. Her hooks were in the subconscious, yes. But ponies ignored their subconscious every time they woke up before dawn or stood ground against their fear. Influencing the instinct only got you so far, and Luna wasn’t even sure how effective that had been.
Three frantic orgasms left her with the drained feeling of too much, too fast. She sprawled upon the bed at the end of it spread-eagled, letting the night air brush against her sweat like a douse of cold water.
Her passions had gotten their fun. Now it was time again to think.
Luna eyed her own body with approval. She had long moved past all self-conscious doubts: she was gorgeous. Small breasts with blackberry nubs, each no bigger than a curled fist but perky and smooth. She was quite slim, taking after the pegasi with lean muscle and a tight, aerodynamic ass. A more athletic model of beauty than her voluptuous sister, but no less glorious. Different, yet the same. A worthy equal.
Black night turned to purple as the time drew near for Celestia to raise the sun. Luna stood and showered, barely feeling the water as she pondered her accomplishments and plans.
Secrecy remained paramount, although Luna would have to make greater and greater plays. Celestia would not know her subconscious was changed, even as it influenced her thoughts. The magic on her ring was as careful and gentle as could be done. It only affected the wearer, securing Luna against strangers falling to the charm, and it prodded the subconscious more than the conscious. If unpressed, Celestia might idly watch the blue moon and think lovingly of Luna. The sight would reinforce Luna’s suggestions upon her subconscious, but Celestia would remain awake and clueless. And if Celestia was distracted or particularly alert, it would have no more hold than a hypnotist’s pendulum on a roller coaster.
In short, there would be no effect on her work. No way for Celestia or anyone to become suspicious. But what was the next step?
Luna took cold showers. The stickiness of the night’s adventures washed down the drain. Love was patient.
She turned off the water. The next step was obvious: find out if the first even worked.
Luna gave it a few days. If left alone, Celestia’s subconscious would correct itself. The ring supposedly helped keep her influence, as did the lavender wash Luna had the maids use when cleaning her sister’s sheets. Ultimately, though, the only way to learn if her suggestions held was to use them. Preferably in a natural way, because ‘Dear Sister, lick me out,’ was a gamble at bad odds.
Her time came when she reported to Celestia one morning, stopping by her room with random news from the Everfree. Casual with her sister and charmingly populist, Celestia always dressed herself and kept doing so as Luna made her report. A criminal fold-out wall separated them until Celestia emerged in a full-sleeved dawn-orange dress and subtle crown, ready for the day.
Luna watched carefully as Celestia walked barefoot to her bed and sat down, giving a curiously resigned sigh. Yellow magic floated over a pair of golden pumps with complicated laces, metal footrests, and toes pointed enough to stab.
Luna wore heels at social functions, but an inch high at most. She scoffed grumpily. “Oh, don’t torture yourself. Wear those nice silver slippers I got you. They’re plenty formal enough, and it’s not like you’ll be going outside today.”
“I must look my best.” Celestia gave a wry frown.
Luna’s mouth sighed. Her mind pounced. “Dear Sister, please wear the slippers I gave you.”
Celestia paused for a second longer than she might have. Luna fancied she saw the gears in her subconscious tick into place like clocks.
Trust Luna. Obey Luna.
Celestia wiggled her eyebrows, setting the foot-torture devices back where they came. “Alright, if it makes you happy.”
They chatted for another minute, but Celestia’s work had to begin. They departed and pleasantly went their separate ways.
Alone, Luna allowed a small frown to play on her face and gave a light ‘hmph.’
Celestia was beautiful, kind, all those other things, and very, very accommodating. Did she act as her hypnotized subconscious bid? Or did she just change her mind to satisfy Luna?
Luna pondered on her way back to the room. Another test was needed. A harder thing to arrange than she first guessed. It would have to be subtle so Celestia’s conscious mind didn’t revolt, yet also something she would not do normally even if asked.
There were delicate foreign matters Celestia managed without input, to be balanced by one steady hoof and no more. Luna could ask to replace her? No, of course not. Celestia was the diplomat of them. Luna would not fare as well, and no sex was worth damaging Equestria’s livelihood.
She could have cake with Celestia, and demand her sister’s slice? Luna smiled, but rolled her eyes. All jokes aside, of course that beautiful mare would give her the damn cake. And perhaps think her a bit of a brat. No sex was worth Celestia’s disapproval, either.
Luna mapped steadily through the diversions and theories. A simple puzzle, all told. She had the answer before reaching her bed.
She asked the question in a corner of Celestia’s massive room that doubled as a private office, designed for comfort and functionality. It allowed Celestia to do work from an overstuffed chair next to a cozy fire, often while in pajamas as she was now.
Celestia frowned at Luna’s words. Not a frown of concentration or the Official Royal Frown signifying withheld approval, but an honest-to-goodness ‘I actively dislike what you are saying’ frown.
“No.”
Celestia returned her attention to a scroll. Which was good, as she did not see Luna smirk.
“Sister,” Luna half-cooed, half-whined. “You work so hard, even now! It’s dark outside and you’re still at it. No one deserves a vacation more than you.”
It was true. And it was also true that Celestia never, ever took time off beyond her allotted Sundays (and not always those). A thousand years of carrying Equestria on her back had turned Tia into a bona fide workaholic. Celestia counted a silent lunch as a short vacation, and a genuinely free Sunday as a precious gem. Laudable to be sure, but Luna had been around long enough to know Equestria would be fine without its micromanager-in-chief for a week.
Celestia, however, did not take vacations.
Luna slid a pamphlet onto the desk, sprayed with just a bit of her lavender perfume. Celestia did not look. “We’ve been over this, Luna. The affairs of state will not wait.”
“Come on, look!” Luna said. Blue magic lifted the pamphlet up and hovered it before Celestia’s eyes. “You love sunning yourself, you heat fiend. Visit Mare Mesa, lounge and read and see the natural sights. You have screened, paid, and trained ministers to make these decisions, all you’re doing is reviewing what they’ve already done in triplicate. At midnight, might I add.”
“I’m the final word, Luna. I must be an informed one.” Celestia’s tone was bored. Her own magic pushed the pamphlet out of the way and she resumed reading the scroll.
“Twilight and I will handle it. You know she craves to be useful to you, and she is certainly competent.”
The name brought a brief smile to Celestia’s face, which quickly fell. “Twilight should spend time with her friends, not covering for my laziness.”
“I see you’re still wearing that ring I gave you.”
A U-turn in the conversation. Celestia’s eyes instinctively fell to the silver band at her finger. They lingered, and she smiled softly.
“Dear Sister, take a vacation. Just for a week.”
The smile flickered. Again, Celestia seemed to pause like a ticking clock between seconds.
She blinked, blinked again. She said, “But my ponies,” sounding confused and unsure.
Luna slunk around the desk to come by Celestia’s side. Her lavender perfume filled the air. “Dear Sister, they will be fine! Twilight and I will cover for you. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Of course,” Celestia said without thinking. She squinted and blinked, shaking her head a little. Trying to focus.
Luna couldn’t have that. “You look tired, Dear Sister. You should pack in for the night and go to sleep.”
“I...” Celestia paused again, then yawned. “You’re right, yes. I should… go to sleep.”
She stood from the chair, and walked alone towards her bed. Luna followed with her eyes.
“Where would you like to go on vacation, Dear Sister?” Luna asked sweetly.
“The mesa sounds lovely,” Celestia said around another yawn.
“Good,” Luna purred. “I am happy to hear that, Dear Sister. You must pick out the best week next month and let me know so I can coordinate with Twilight. I will make all the arrangements, too. You need only go and enjoy.”
“Mm. Thank you,” Celestia mumbled. She pulled off the fluffy bathrobe to reveal an equally-conservative purple dressing gown. Not even a disappointing peek of her cleavage was visible as she snuggled into the bed, quickly disappearing beneath her comforter.
But Luna was not disappointed. Not at all.
Admittedly, it took another Dear Sister that morning to get Celestia to actually follow through. But she did. The trigger worked, and three weeks later Celestia (who never took a vacation) took a vacation.
Luna made the arrangements, as promised. If Celestia sought relaxation, she could lounge on the sun-warmed rocks and read. If beauty, she could tour the sights and incredible view. If excitement, bungee jumping. All based from a neat little bungalow on the mesa itself, complete with lavender flowers and a grandfather clock. Tick… tock…
Celestia’s subconscious would absorb the obvious. All this fun and relaxation came because she trusted Luna. Obeyed Luna.
Had Celestia come home to a disaster, perhaps her waking mind would have rejected the instinct as a lie. But Luna and Twilight did not simply succeed: they excelled, putting Celestia’s pace of work to shame. It was a mildly embarrassed Luna who then admitted the bulk of credit for this went to Twilight. That girl was good.
The vacation was more than a test. Every obeyed command, every Dear Sister that got results deepened Luna’s influence. The path of Celestia’s subconscious instinct became clear and easy, its flow more natural, its message more acceptable. Trust Luna. Obey Luna when she is in charge.
“Dear Sister, skip that stuffy formal and come stargazing with me.”
“Dear Sister, aren’t you hot in that bathrobe? Summer is coming, you know. Here, I got you this sleeveless night dress, you will be more comfortable in it.”
“A good-night kiss, Dear Sister?”
“Dear Sister, you should sleep in your underwear like I do.”
Celestia did not look up from her work, giving only a humored smile. “No thank you. I prefer decency.”
Luna had influence. Not control.
Yet Celestia wore the sleeveless night dress.
Luna woke up late one evening and got dressed. Not that she was going anywhere, but the quasi-morning routine gave her time to consider and plan.
Celestia’s subconscious had been pushed as far as possible with mundane hypnosis. There were lines her waking mind would not cross, and it held the final call.
Luna brushed her hair in the mirror, evenly meeting her own eyes. She well-knew she would reach this point. The subconscious had limits. This wasn’t a stalemate, simply the beginning of the next stage.
She lit incense, and sat down on a mat in her room laid for work instead of fun. She crossed her legs, adopting a meditative pose. Her eyes closed, her mind opened.
All strictly optional for entering the Dream-Realm, of course. But when your duties involved departing your body for up to twelve hours at a time you learned to leave it in good posture. Luna could see it below her, waiting for her return. Not even an empty vessel. Her subconscious mind – the creator of her own dreams and instincts – silently waited for her return, as did her waking mind.
The Luna of this moment was the dream-Luna. While Celestia’s alicorn power let her shift the cosmos, Luna’s was to wander and control dreams, and to exist in them with perfect awareness.
She floated gently to Celestia, unblocked by magic or stone. Just a dream, after all. The world around her was a translucent mirage, but as she focused upon her sister it changed. She entered Celestia’s dreams merely by willing it, and it was so.
Easy. And she reckoned what came next would be easy, too.
Easy wasn’t always the best first step. The subconscious flowed both ways, and what did she instruct of it? Trust Luna. Obey Luna when she is in charge, which was when she said ‘Dear Sister’…
Or when Celestia was asleep.
Deep blue clouds surrounded them, the color of Luna’s mane although thick and starless. The stuff of dreams, to be lured by unconscious musings or sculpted by Luna’s careful horn. Celestia floated dreamlessly, laid upon her back just the way she slept in the waking world. Dignified even in slumber, with legs down straight and slightly spread, and hands clasped pleasantly on her belly.
Sleeping Beauty.
Here, she was nude. A blessing and a curse. Luna paused to admire the slumbering goddess, hungrily smirking and thinking of great days to come. Full white breasts, Thick and soft to sink her fingers into, topped with fat pink nipples to be sucked and teased. Her kissable lips, her breath like fresh mint with its tender voice. Hips that grew out sensuously, voluptuous but never fat, holding an ass sure to jiggle with every slap and thrust. Legs like marble idols; large, soft feet to be worshiped or tickled as the fancy bid.
Her beautiful body formed a perfect ‘V’ between its legs. How tight would she be, Luna wondered? Would Celestia be clenched and inexperienced, to be worked open like a clam guarding her pearls? Or would her large body accommodate every depravity Luna could dream?
Luna’s smirk faded, letting her thoughts pass from their worship. A blessing and a curse.
She longed for Celestia, craved her sexual touch. This was not Celestia – not the whole of her, anyway. Her dreaming or sleeping mind. Luna could fuck her here ten times over, but with her own body distant she would not truly feel the pleasure. She would just wake up irate and horny, with a cold stickiness down the leg.
To business. And her smile returned. She did not need her body to appreciate what came next.
Her horn glowed, changing the blue clouds to her fancy and whim. A black dungeon with hot coals and iron spikes. Celestia became chained standing to a wall, wearing a tattered and ripped court dress.
That was how dreams worked: you weren’t there, then you were. Celestia’s dreaming mind pulled carefully at her bonds, aware yet clueless, not realizing she was safe in her bed.
A dark, deep chuckle echoed from the stones. Celestia held still, watching with a carefully-disciplined glare as her captor stepped into view. Taller than her by a head, a gray body of waxed muscular masculinity. The fanged mouth grinned, and red eyes swept over her body with animal hunger.
Celestia gave a faint smile. “Hello, Sombra. Back for round four, I see.”
Luna frowned, invisible for she was not part of the dream. She didn’t need Celestia amused and defiant, she needed her weak and… primed.
Like a painter correcting a flaw, Luna made it so. Sombra slammed a hand next to Celestia’s head, now much taller as he leaned in far too close to her face. Celestia trembled and tried to push herself back, her mind altered to become far more afraid.
...And a little horny. She blushed and awkwardly crossed her legs. Sombra was naked except for a red cape and bulging black thong.
Luna smirked at the handiwork. Frankly, dreaming minds had no concept of subtlety. The cheesier, the better.
Sombra gently pulled at the shoulder of Celestia’s dress, sneering at its damage. He did not tear it off – not yet. But the threat was there.
He spoke, darkly seductive. “We need to get you a new dress… for my harem.”
“UNHAND HER, FIEND!”
The opposite wall burst open. Luna strode in, joining the dream with wings flared like a blue angel. She was clad for war in silver chain mail, bearing a sword and shield with Equestria’s icon of the moon in the sun.
Sombra hissed, pushing from Celestia to meet the newcomer. They circled slowly, Sombra gnashing like a beast at the tip of Luna’s sword. All Celestia could do was watch helplessly, because the dream dictated she must.
Sombra sprang – Luna was ready. What once seemed a nightmare turned vastly brighter as Luna dispatched Sombra with a single slice. He screamed, turned to black shadow, and broke apart into nothing.
Powerful blue magic undid the locks on Celestia’s wrists. She fell, but Luna was there to catch her. The chain mail proved soft as bed sheets, and tall, strong Luna lifted her effortlessly like the helpless damsel she was.
Rosy pink tinted Celestia’s cheeks, yet she smirked and raised one eyebrow. “I trust there is a point to this dream, Luna.”
That Celestia could dream lucidly – able to tap just a bit of her waking insight – was something already known and planned for. Luna did not hesitate, adopting a confused tone. “Dream? I thought you were dead, and this is how you greet me?”
“Oh!” Celestia squeaked. “You are… a dream. This is a normal dream. I see.”
Giggling, she gestured languidly to the stairs. “Lead on, brave knight.”
Luna carried her from the castle, and for all her clear amusement Celestia’s blush remained. That’s how the dream went – and Luna was in control.
Luna distracted Celestia with feelings of warmth and sunshine as she examined her next moves. The dreaming mind was more clever than the subconscious, capable of suspicion and thought even when not lucid. But in many ways, it was also weaker. Perception could be altered and tricked easily. Even Celestia’s lucidity was barely an obstacle. Lucid dreaming took focus – Luna distracted her with a kiss on the neck. Celestia stammered, and Luna kissed the lips. Like a pulling tide, Celestia’s mind lost its footing and was swept once more into the delusion of dream.
Luna brought her home, to a great blue castle of art and wonder. Celestia let herself be dressed in dusky velvet, the rescued princess of a strong and lovely hero. They were not sisters, not here. They married that evening, uniting sun and moon into perfect harmony.
When the stars came out, they made love on a massive blue bed. Luna nibbled at Celestia’s neck, fondled her breasts, pinched and poked fantastically with her magic at Celestia’s clit. It was all real to Celestia. She clawed Luna’s back, screamed her name in ecstasy.
They settled down, exhausted, gazing at each other. Luna’s sea-blue eyes… Celestia loved them.
Luna said something. Celestia laughed. This was a dream? Then let her never wake up!
Luna said something else, and it made perfect sense. Celestia was asleep, so Luna was in charge because she was princess of the night.
Celestia knew the rest before Luna told her. Luna was in charge, so Celestia had to obey. That was fine, because Celestia trusted Luna. Her beloved sister.
...That was strange. But Luna told her not to worry, so she didn’t.
Luna mounted Celestia, knees to the bed as she straddled her sister. She leaned down, bringing their faces close. Celestia looked up, up into the beautiful sea-blue eyes.
Luna’s loving smile turned small and cunning. She fixed Celestia with those eyes and commanded her not to look away.
She said much more, but it became hard for Celestia to understand. The dream filled her with so much love for Luna – her hero, her wife. So perfect, so strong. So utterly in command, because this was a dream and Celestia must obey. Here, Luna was her mistress.
It was Luna who said that word, one of the few Celestia grasped. It felt so right. Mistress Luna. Obey Luna.
A clock ticked deeply in the background. Luna’s eyes became spirals of that warm and lovely blue. Celestia floated up into them, so beautiful and comforting.
Luna’s words became clear as Celestia followed those spirals deeper, deeper. “You cannot look away. This is because Luna told you so, and she is in charge. This is alright, because you love and trust her. Luna is your mistress. You obey Luna.”
Celestia’s own eyes turned to spirals. Luna’s horn glowed aggressively, enchanting the defenseless, dreaming mind. The time for deception had passed, at least here and now. Celestia was subsumed in the dream, utterly in Luna’s power. The subconscious instinct that would normally resist such influence was already corrupted.
“Dear Sister...”
Tick...
“Dear Sister...”
Tock...
“You love Luna. Luna is so beautiful, and you lust for her. She is so powerful, so smart, so caring. Luna is your mistress. You obey Luna.”
In truth, only Celestia’s dreaming mind was becoming enthralled. Celestia would awake unaware, and barely effected.
But her subconscious knew that Luna was in charge. The dreaming mind would come to agree, and know yet more. Luna was powerful. Celestia lusted for Luna. Luna was her mistress.
Blue magic like tingling electricity connected their clits. Celestia cried out in arousal, screaming her love and devotion all through the night.
Had Luna left it at that, it would have been an erotic dream and nothing more. Celestia woke that morning as many ponies do, recalling only that she dreamed and then forgetting even that.
Luna stayed up late enough to have breakfast with her. Casually, Luna noted there was a tremor in the Dream-Realm last night. Not an uncommon occurrence, but did Celestia notice anything strange as she slept? The answer was no.
Luna did not use the trigger. Success had brought her to a delicate moment: the dreaming mind was primed for domination, and the subconscious was exactly where she wanted it. Anything with even the slightest risk of alerting her sister was to be avoided like the Cutie Pox.
No, the goal now was much the same as before. Take Celestia’s unconscious in the proper direction, time and time again until the unnatural became… obvious.
Night after night.
Chrysalis had won, capturing Celestia and keeping her in a cocoon of green ichor. She boasted of making Celestia her brainwashed broodmare, but all changed when Luna arrived. She routed Chrysalis, and carried the slime-covered Celestia to a royal bath. She cleaned Celestia in hot water that smelled of lavender. Luna was so strong, so caring… they made love in that bathtub, giggling and splashing as they fumbled blindly in the water to finger each others’ pussies. Celestia gazed deep into her sister’s spiraling eyes and knew she was safe.
Twilight fell to evil magic, unleashing Midnight Sparkle upon the land. She latched Celestia naked and spread-eagle to a table, placing electrodes on her body to sexually stimulate and torment the sun princess until she submits. Lust crazed Celestia, yet she held on. Luna was coming – Luna came, banishing the corruption from Twilight’s body. Celestia begged Luna to bring her to orgasm, and Luna satisfied with her own tongue. Celestia was so grateful that she returned the favor, all while still strapped to the table. They cuddled afterwards, and she listened to the sweet words of her hero. Lust for Luna. Obey Luna.
Daybreaker rose, and this time Celestia was the hero. It came from her own selfish ego, but Celestia knew beyond doubt that she did not stand alone. Luna was by her side. Her equal, her sister, her lover. When night came, it was Celestia’s own humility that banished Daybreaker, for Luna ruled the night and was therefore in command. Rightly, justly, they lead Equestria together. Two as one, proven by the entwinement of their magic, their fingers, their tongues and fluids and bodies. Luna was so beautiful, such a worthy equal and mistress. That made sense, for sometimes she needed to be in charge.
They destroyed Tirek, and kissed passionately atop a mountain.
Tirek defeated them, and threw them into Tartarus. Not even the sisters could take all comers. They worked together perfectly, each with strengths and weaknesses, fending off demons over an exhausting week. Twilight defeated Tirek and saved them, and on their return the sisters fucked all night long.
How could Celestia defend against Nightmare Moon? She couldn’t. The mare tied and ravaged her, pounding her ass with a dildo, dominating her mind into a pliant slave. Luna rescued her, but how to reverse the brainwashing? Luna knew. She hypnotized Celestia to be enslaved by Luna instead, then commanded her to act normally all the rest of her days and never be controlled by anyone besides Luna again. Such a clever solution, from such a wonderful mistress.
They wrestled, laughing. A pillow fight that turned to a tickle fight, that turned to an undignified mashing of lips. It was in Luna’s room, with Luna’s clock.
Again, in Luna’s room. Tea, lavender, clock. Luna’s spiraled eyes dominated Celestia’s. Celestia tried to focus, but her gaze kept drifting down to Luna’s naked breasts. The eyes, the breasts, the eyes. Celestia could see nothing else. A wonderful evening with her beloved sister.
Again. All she did this time was sit and watch the pendulum of the great clock go Back and Forth. Back and Forth. Tick, Tock. Luna prowled behind her, giving mantras to repeat which Celestia did without question. Nothing else across the long hours, and at the night’s end Celestia was permitted to come to the bed and worship Luna’s body for a precious moment.
Again. The same. The clock, the worship.
Again.
And again. Sometimes Luna wore tall black boots for Celestia to kiss. Usually she had Celestia lick her clit to dream-mind orgasm.
Last night, she just had Celestia kneel still and admire her nude blue body, worshiping Luna with helpless, spiraling eyes. Her breath hitched often, and the large pink nipples puckered as though cold. A month of hypnotic dreams had thoroughly conditioned Celestia’s sleeping mind to lust passionately for her sister, her mistress, and to obey her every command. There were no more stories, no more fun scenarios. No more trickery needed to bring the dream mind to heel. Celestia dreamed of Luna’s room, and instantly knew her place.
It was only now, however, that the real victory had come. Celestia knelt once more to Luna, unable to act on her lust for Mistress commanded she only watch.
Yet it was not Luna on the bed. Just a dream. The real Luna paced behind, examining the dream with clinical approval.
She did little, these last few dreams. Night after night of steady enchantment had blessed Celestia with a tiny bit of Luna’s power. Her dream-mind sought what it craved and built this dream itself. Room, clock, worship. Celestia herself was becoming an active ally in Luna’s quest. Her subconscious fed a message of compliance and trust in both directions, and the sleeping mind responded with a wave of lust and submission. If all went well, they would reinforce and support each other, permanently changing Celestia’s mind.
Luna moved as a gardener, carefully pruning the dream. Sometimes the clock’s pendulum held a sea-blue spiral, sometimes there was no lavender. Sometimes Luna was naked, sometimes in lingerie. Tonight Celestia wore an outfit of tight black straps, pinching her crotch and gagging her mouth.
Luna made the gag disappear. At once, Celestia resumed the mantra she was taught to say.
“I obey Luna. I worship Luna. Luna is my mistress. I crave Luna’s touch. I obey Luna. I worship Luna...”
Four lines, over, and over, and over. The distilled and condensed lessons of weeks of unremembered dreams, now a self-sustaining engine.
As a last, careful addition, Luna made sure Celestia could not dream of touching her physically. She could only watch her mistress, distant, desperate for touch that her own dreaming mind could not produce.
The message was clear, if not understood. Celestia needed Luna to cross the threshold, to at last grasp the pleasure she sought. Not just the dream, but Luna herself.
A bit cruel, perhaps. But necessary for the next steps.
Besides, Luna would take good care of her dreams. Celestia’s sleeping mind had cooperated so perfectly that a reward was in order.
Luna wove her own dream, easily dispersing the one that was. A grand castle of black and blue, topped with flags of a lone full moon. This was her dream castle, from which she ruled her nighttime empire. They were not equals here, but Celestia already knew this. Here, Luna was in charge.
Luna permitted Celestia’s vision to hover behind and see herself be led through massive hallways by a chain leash at her neck. Blinders covered her eyes, leather straps closed her mouth. Her only clothes were manacles around the ankles and wrists. Luna marched behind her in a silver crown and blue leather. Every time Celestia stumbled or turned wrong, Luna swung up a black riding crop and slapped her hard across the ass.
It felt so good. Celestia craved the touch. It was in her mantra.
They went down to a dungeon. Stocks latched Celestia’s hands by her head, and magic chains elevated them and her legs from the ground. Ass and pussy perfectly exposed, mouth now forced open by a ring gag.
Luna paused. It felt… strange, seeing her sister so. Quite silly after all Luna had done, but the idea of inflicting torment with her own dream-hands felt a little bit wrong.
“May I go on?” she asked, briefly once more the little sister. She had what she needed. If Celestia’s dreaming mind felt betrayed by the coming pain instead of aroused… Luna would listen.
Celestia was confused, to be asked to choose. But after restrained dreams of only being permitted to look upon godly Luna, the question proved meaningless. She made a garbled noise with her mouth and nodded eagerly.
Luna was merciless. She surprised Celestia cruelly by starting with feathers, tickling the upturned soles, the exposed tits, the helpless anus – or ‘ponut’ as the delightful slang went. Celestia screamed with gagged laughter, then screamed again as the crop returned with more of its kind. Her breasts became pink under the blows, her ass rocking like the sea with each endless swing, never permitted to settle. Blue magic clamped hard on her clit, pulsing jolts of electric pleasure that caused her to arch spine and thrust in vain. A crop found her ponut, and spanked it into a hard red ring.
Then they were all gone, but something came in their place. A strange, gentle tug on her crotch, and Celestia wiggled in disappointment.
Then her blinders vanished, and she saw the milky white dick hanging down from her, right where it would be on a stallion. It twitched half-erect with her arousal, showing a set of generous white balls beneath.
“No you don’t,” Luna teased, seizing the cock with an unnaturally cold hand. Celestia whimpered piteously as her erection fled, shrinking the penis until it fit neatly into the two-inch cage Luna put it in, which she locked with a tiny ‘click.’
The hand grew warm. Luna cooed, cupping Celestia’s balls with one hand while scratching the dick gently through the cage bars with a single nail. She sat down on a nice chair, getting comfortable.
She moved slowly, causing so much more ecstatic agony than the assault before. She pinched and nibbled at the balls, then turned a vibrator to its lowest setting and began massaging where they connected to the crotch. Soft blue feathers ran so slowly along the shaft, drawing babbled laughter with each malicious stroke.
Luna licked the tiny bit of its exposed head, right at the hole. “Come on, Tia. You can do it.”
But she couldn’t. Celestia wobbled in the air, thrusting pathetically. Her dick pressed against its cage, but the pressure only aroused her more in vain, and there was no give.
Minutes. Hours? “Do you want to cum, Dear Sister?”
“Yes!” Celestia screamed. Her gag was gone.
“Then cum.”
Celestia cried out, thrusting against the cage.
Luna stood. “Cum, Dear Sister.”
Obey Luna. But how? Celestia thrust again.
Luna giggled like a child. “Cum, Dear Sister.”
Obey. Celestia thrusted, and did not go back. She grit her teeth, shrieking in the depths of her throat. Her fingers and toes clenched and splayed, hard and fast as they could.
The vibrator pulled away. So did the feathers. “Cum, Dear Sister.”
Nothing. The caged cock was as erect as could be, but no larger.
Luna’s voice grew stern. Celestia was failing to obey. “Cum, Dear Sister.”
Celestia’s cry gave way to a short, sharp scream. A thick ribbon of liquid white shot from her caged dick into the air.
Luna grinned triumphantly and unlocked the cage. Celestia’s penis immediately expanded, brushing aside its prison to launch two more gooey strands across Luna’s chest before it settled, dribbling a last load onto the floor below.
The chains and stock released. Celestia fell to her ass, then clambered to her knees and bowed low. “Thank you, Mistress!”
Now they were on a massive bed, huge and fit for the queen of the night. Luna reclined onto the blanket, now only in black lingerie. She gestured lazily to the white cum still on her body, spattered across her stomach and breasts.
Celestia worked without needing to be told, licking her mistress down while Luna patted her head. When it was done, Luna pulled her panties down. Celestia no longer had a cock, but now a dark blue one rose between Luna’s legs.
“Your turn, Dear Sister.”
Celestia was bound again, locked with leather straps into a kneeling position. With her arms tightly behind her back and legs trapped, only one motion was left to her. She bent and took the whole member into her mouth. Her spiraling eyes gazed intently upon their task as she bobbed her head back upwards, letting her tongue wiggle and wrap, scraping her teeth against the flare, almost pulling her head away as her lips teasingly gripped the very tip before she abruptly sunk all the way back down.
Now it was Luna’s turn to scream. She stammered, arching her back, briefly gone to thought before wondering aloud “Have you done this bef-AH!”
Her eyes rolled back. It was so embarrassing, but between her aroused foreplay and Celestia’s skill she came with the fourth, plunging bob. Celestia drank it down perfectly, and licked what little fell onto Luna’s balls.
Then she was no longer restrained. They cuddled together in the massive bed, both in comfortable, clean lingerie. No pain, sweat, or penis.
Luna worked her magic, hot-cheeked at both her decadent indulgence and its awkward climax. She kissed Celestia’s sleeping face and sent her off to dreams of puppies and laughter.
Then Luna opened her eyes, returning to the waking world. The moon hung high. Her body was right where she left it, folded with practice into upright meditation.
Luna frowned steadily. The comfort of her pose was marred by a dry, cold stickiness between her legs. She reached to the side, grabbed a pillow from her couch, slapped her own face, and fell backwards.
Frustrated, sticky, and unsatisfied. She had lost herself to lust, both for Celestia’s false body and to flex her domination. That last bit with the castle was unnecessary, an utter waste with Celestia’s dream-mind subdued and real, tangible victory within sight.
Still on the floor, Luna reached up and fumbled with the couch cushions. A bit of feeling beneath them found her spare vibrator, and Luna pulled it down to her.
The next steps would be tricky. They would need planning. Such would have to wait until she wasn’t too horny to think.
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Tea and toast. A light breakfast, at nine in the evening. Celestia had gotten her in the tea habit, and Luna had to admit it woke and refreshed her better than coffee. She sipped, eyes down and away.
It had been a week since her little indulgence in the castle. Luna’s duties were small, but they had piled up over the course of her project. Night Court and a few wandering nightmares had to be addressed, as well as a more personal touch when a fashion designer’s attraction to her colleague turned into guilty dreams.
Why be guilty of love? Luna gave a light snort, though she knew the feeling better than most. She only hoped she was able to steer young Coco in the right direction.
“And now,” Luna sighed theatrically, “to steer myself.”
It was almost burdensome, how well things had gone. If there was a time to meet complications it was in the dreams where she had control of the field, or with the gentle hypnosis of before where her intent could be disguised. These coming plays for domination of Celestia’s waking mind… this was the point of no retreat. There would be no recourse if Celestia woke up to herself eating Luna’s pussy. Nothing to come then but a quick trip to the moon; or more likely, the sun. Celestia would feel her trust betrayed, mistaking Luna’s love for a coup or some other nonsense.
Luna pictured her, shocked and sad and enraged, then pushed the image away. It would not come to that. It must not, and it was on Luna to make it so.
The groundwork was laid well. Celestia’s dreaming mind was in her thrall, worshiping Luna as lover and mistress, always hidden beneath other dreams before Celestia woke. It fed and informed the subconscious – less pliable, but paved with its own message of submission. A self-feeding echo, growing louder in the depths of Celestia’s mind until her waking self found it logical and right. At least, if all went well.
A chessboard sat on a nearby desk. Black had forced white into a corner, but white’s strongest pieces were unclaimed. Any wrong move could turn advantage to disaster.
Black needed to be patient, but had to engage. The time for delicately avoiding all risk had passed.
A knock.
A lazy smile. “Do come in.”
Celestia entered, still in her white court dress. Work had run long today, and may have gone longer if not for Luna’s invitation. “Dear Sister, come sample this new tea with me.”
At least the woman had taken off her pumps and crown first. Still, Luna snickered. “This is not a formal occasion, Tia.”
Luna herself wore nothing but black lace unmentionables. Celestia smiled back, well-used to her sister’s immodest privacy.
Less commonly, her eyes drifted to the blue, toned belly and below before coming up very quickly.
The white princess collapsed to her chair with a sigh. “I’m so sorry I’m late, it was just...”
“Hush and shush, Dear Sister.” Luna cooed, walking around behind her. “Leave all that out there. Here, it is just us two.”
“You’re right,” Celestia said, still a bit breathless. “It’s just such a puzzle to adapt to Thorax’s kingdom. The changelings still have bad apples, how do we protect against them without–”
Luna hugged her from behind. Celestia tensed as the bare blue arms enfolded her bosom. Sudden warmth crept into her body. Instincts – the subconscious – had taken lessons from the aroused dreams.
“Be calm, Dear Sister.” Luna felt the tension fade at her command. “Here, there is just me. You are safe and warm.”
Here was the clock, the lavender. Celestia’s eyes fluttered, her subconscious rolling easily down the path prepared for it. Safe and warm. With Luna, who she trusted.
Her waking mind stumbled, finding it odd that trust specifically came to mind. But that was Celestia’s own fault; it’s not like Luna said anything strange.
Celestia’s eyes drifted to the blue moon on her finger. Yes, she loved and trusted Luna.
Luna kept the embrace, rocking her sister gently from side to side. Her magic poured the tea. “There we go. Forget about it all til tomorrow, Dear Sister. You are safe, warm, and happy.”
Celestia nodded slowly.
Tick...
“Can you say it for me, Dear Sister?”
Tock...
Celestia was a bit confused at that. But she was very tired, and trusted Luna.
“I am safe, warm, and happy.”
It was like the words had power. Celestia felt cozy contentment blossom inside her like strong wine. Why had she been in such a tizzy before? She didn’t even remember.
She smiled, broad and drowsy, listening as Luna spoke. What a wonderful sister, helping her unwind from the stress.
“It feels so good to be embraced by me.”
Tick...
“Touched by me. I make you feel good, Dear Sister. My touch makes you feel good.”
She shifted the hug, both palms down around Celestia’s breasts. Innocent, surely. Celestia trusted Luna; it wasn’t her fault Celestia’s body blushed at the touch.
It felt good, just like Luna said.
Luna watched carefully as Celestia drank down the tea. No dream magic, this time. The waking mind could be ignored no longer. She whispered more words of gentle comfort, timing her pauses with the clock.
As it had months before, Celestia’s breath slowed, and her eyes became dull and unfocused. A trance, this time brought not by magic or hypnotic droning, but an alliance of subliminal messages. Clock, lavender, Dear Sister. Luna wiggled her fingers, catching Celestia’s gaze with the orange sun on her ring.
There was something else, too. Something on the tip of Celestia’s tongue that she was to say, as certain and repetitive as the clock. But she could not remember, and was too contented to try.
Luna removed her arms. Celestia shivered a little, frowning sleepily without her.
“You’re very tired, Dear Sister.”
Luna watched Celestia’s head droop lower with the words.
“So very, very tired. Too tired to think. It is so much work to keep your eyes open.”
Tock…
“You’re too tired to make it back to your room. Aren’t you, Dear Sister?”
It was true. Luna said so. Celestia said, “Yes.”
Luna gave her a kind smile. “Well, you can’t sit there all night. Sleep with me in my bed, Dear Sister. That is alright. We have shared beds before, like on my first night back.”
The nostalgia sent a wide smile across Celestia’s face. But Luna paused, pretending to remember something. “Well, you won’t be comfortable sleeping in that dress. Take it off, Dear Sister, and sleep in your underwear. That is alright, because it is just me here and you trust me.”
She tensed as she said it. Celestia, however, did not. Swayed by the logic, she stood and began stripping before Luna’s eyes. Enchanted white silk fell carelessly to the floor, and Celestia stepped from the pile wearing only blue, functional brassiere and panties.
Luna sat on the bed, proudly exposed in her own lingerie. “Come, Dear Sister.”
Celestia walked slowly, too tired to think. She crawled into bed, and Luna held her close. It felt good.
Luna hugged Celestia’s face into her modest breasts. Now unseen, she allowed her smile to become wicked.
“You are in a trance, Dear Sister. That means your mind is both asleep and awake. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Celestia said.
“What do you say when you are asleep?”
Celestia blinked with heavy lids. What… did she say? It was that thing she forgot. That thing she was supposed to say, right at the edge of her lips.
“Say your mantra, Dear Sister.”
Celestia was too sleepy to wonder or object. Too drowsy to notice her lips begin to silently repeat the words. But that was fine – her instincts knew this was the normal, natural thing to say when asleep. And she felt so good in Luna’s arms.
It emerged a soft, sleeping mumble. “I obey Luna. I worship Luna. Luna is my mistress. I crave Luna’s touch...”
She got through three repetitions before falling asleep. Safe, warm, and happy in Luna’s arms.
Luna didn’t have as hard a time as she feared in restraining herself that night. This was the endgame, and she would not ruin it. Like that chessboard, one measured move after the next, slowly bringing her sister to checkmate. Like that ticking clock: Tick…
“Dear Sister, let me handle the Buffalo summit this time. Go to the spa. You deserve it.”
Tock…
“Dear Sister, try sleeping naked tonight. I’m told it’s wonderful for your rest.”
Luna’s dream-self held her breath as she approached Celestia’s room that night. She arrived to find Celestia’s fat pink nipples exposed to the air as she laid back in slumber, and the white ‘V’ of her crotch nude and exposed.
Luna threw back her head and laughed.
There was no longer even any temptation for hollow dream sex. Not with Celestia’s resistance crumbling away. Not with her inhibitions fading, her instincts molding to Luna’s will. The unthinkable had turned into second nature.
“Take tea with me this evening.”
Luna spoke knowing full-well it was the first day of the Canterlot toy fair, an event Celestia childishly adored. She would decline, or at least protest.
Instead, with a slow blink and second’s pause, Celestia blandly answered, “Yes.”
And she came. “Dear Sister” was obsolete. With so much repetition of so many subliminals, her waking mind found it right and natural to obey. Luna was in charge. The need to only be so “when asleep” had disappeared as the nighttime mantras of utter submission lodged deeper and deeper into Celestia’s subconscious.
This was the beginning of Luna’s victory. All Equestria was hers for the taking.
Of course, she did not want that.
Instead, she apologized for ‘forgetting’ and went out with Celestia to a lovely evening at the fair. They bought giant stuffed animals for each other, giggling, arm in arm. They got one ice cream bowl to share and ate it, cuddled close on a bench in the warm night air.
It was quite late at night when they stumbled back to the castle. Celestia turned towards her room, but Luna caught her arm.
“We’re going this way, Tia.”
Celestia did not question. It was not worth questioning – she trusted Luna. Blue hand held white as Luna lead the way down a different hall, both sweating faintly at the touch.
Celestia felt her heart skip beats. Luna’s simple perfume of elderberries seemed somehow heavy, and a low burn came to Celestia’s chest. To spin Luna around and kiss her with wild abandon, to throw off these silly clothes and worship Luna’s body with mouth, with hands, with holes…
Words without context found her mind. ‘I crave Luna’s touch.’
Celestia’s own, conscious thoughts. Luna’s touch on her hand made her happy. Luna, her strong sister, leading the way. Her shapely, beautiful sister…
…‘Sister.’ Celestia withdrew her hand, tried to banish the arousal from her mind. Her feelings were wrong.
Luna pouted, but Celestia kept following. All the way to a familiar room. Luna opened the door, releasing the scent of lavender and dull tick of the clock.
They walked inside. Luna closed the door, surveying her sister as she did. Celestia had come obediently enough, but something was wrong. The elder sister looked away, brow furrowed in worry.
“What ails you?” Luna asked with gentle kindness.
Celestia’s mouth moved to say, “nothing,” but it did not come. Luna asked for an answer, and that was not it.
Still, her mind dodged. Celestia stumbled, speaking in fits and starts as the subliminals prodded her to comply. “It is… shameful. It, it was a beautiful evening, Luna. Very… romantic.”
She closed her eyes, blushing, grimacing hard. “I’m sorry, I...”
She got no further. Luna hugged her, kissed her upon the lips. Her smaller breasts pushed into Celestia’s, and Celestia at once felt her shame vanish to nothing. Luna’s touch… the taste of her tongue, entering Celestia’s mouth…
They parted, panting, after many long seconds.
Luna spoke, like honey and opium. “Everything is fine, Dear Sister. And soon it shall be even better.”
“Now… look into my eyes.”
Celestia looked. Luna’s eyes had become sea-blue spirals.
Luna’s hand snaked up, gripping Celestia beneath the jaw. Fingers and thumb squeezed her cheeks, keeping her head steady and fixed towards Luna.
Luna grinned, though at least a little of it was fear. This was undisguised magical mind-control. The moment of truth: Luna would either conquer Celestia, or become a smear on the rug.
Celestia feebly wiggled in Luna’s grip. She seemed confused, blinking and squinting as though the light was too bright. “Luna, what...”
“Hush now,” Luna said with sweetened calm. “Quiet now. Trust me, and look deep into my eyes.”
Celestia did trust Luna, with every fiber of her being. And it felt so good, to have Luna touch her. And Luna was in charge.
So Celestia relaxed, and stared. Soon, blue spirals replaced her eyes as the spell took fully hold. The subconscious that would normally scream its warning instead whispered that this was right and good. The dream-mind that would normally wander free found these mental chains familiar and comforting.
And now, the waking mind was Luna’s to command. She had won.
“What is your mantra?” Luna asked with low authority.
Celestia hesitated only one second before at last knowing the message of her dreams. “I obey Luna. I worship Luna. Luna is my mistress. I crave Luna’s touch.”
“Good,” Luna breathed. “Now… strip for me, slave.”
‘Slave’ was a bit unnecessary, but Luna damn well deserved this. She watched, biting her lip, fondling her crotch as Celestia stripped herself down. No restraint needed, not anymore.
Celestia had worn pink underwear today. Her slow, mesmerized movements unclasped the brassiere, causing her full breasts to fall, jiggling slightly as they came to rest. She pulled down her panties, revealing her shaven pink pussy to the air.
“Come here,” Luna said. One more step. With the moment of victory at hand, she found she did not mind dragging it out.
Celestia moved, and knelt down at Luna’s command. Luna took her time in removing her own clothes, drinking in the still submission that came so naturally to Celestia’s mind.
Luna sat on the bed, teasingly opening her legs on level with Celestia’s head. Her own private lips were darker than the rest of her body, and capped with a cute blueberry clit.
Just like the dreams. But real. To one such as Luna, it was the difference between making passionate love and reading about it.
Her magic pulled open the nightstand drawer. Out floated the final move: a small, sea-blue gem on a silver thread.
She dismissed the magic in Celestia’s eyes, but there was no time to recover. Celestia’s pink orbs blinked, then fixed upon the gem as Luna began waving it back and forth… back and forth…
Enchantments could fade, after all. Luna didn’t need Celestia to be mesmerized, she needed her mind permanently changed. This pendant was the second half of a long, slow-building spell. The first half, a blue-moon ring on Celestia’s finger.
“Gaze into the pretty gem,” Luna said. The ring had done its work, magically pushing her subconscious influence ever upwards. This was the finishing touch, binding it all together.
“Gaze deeply into the pretty gem. Let your eyes follow as it swings, as it sways. Let it pull you in. Let it unveil the truth to your waking mind.”
Celestia followed the gem perfectly. Luna swallowed. “I am your mistress, and you are my slave. You obey me, you worship me. You trust me, you love me, you lust for me. None of this betrays what you are, for you still love our little ponies, and all Equestria. We were meant to be together, as lovers.”
“Now: repeat your mantra.”
Celestia immediately spoke in a dull monotone. “I obey Luna. I worship Luna. Luna is my mistress. I crave Luna’s touch.”
The spell made her waking mind utterly open to her dreams and subconscious. What resistance she had left was drowned in a wave of mantra and obedience. At last, Celestia’s psyche was in perfect union.
Celestia kept repeating lowly as Luna went on. “You must accept these truths, Dear Sister, because you are helpless to me. Your every instinct and dream binds you to this reality. Your waking mind accepts it as natural and good. This is ‘you,’ Dear Sister. This is the ‘good’ way to be, the ‘right’ way to be. This is who you are.”
Luna watched, letting arousal’s pleasant burn build within her. Over and over, Celestia said those four lines, never taking her eyes from the gem. “I obey Luna. I worship Luna. Luna is my mistress. I crave Luna’s touch.”
“I obey Luna. I worship Luna. Luna is my mistress. I crave Luna’s touch.”
“I obey Luna. I worship Luna. Luna is my mistress. I crave Luna’s touch.”
“You may finger yourself,” Luna purred.
Celestia obeyed, hooking two long white fingers into her pussy. She pumped them slowly, in time with the gem’s sway. Her eyes never left, and her mantra never slowed.
The minutes ticked by with delicious sloth, and Luna felt the gem’s magic gradually fade to nothing. The spell was done, linking the hypnotized certainty of Celestia’s conscious and unconscious.
Luna set it down. Celestia kept chanting, kept masturbating.
Luna spread her legs wide. “Now,” she said, “Gaze upon my body, and know that it is yours to adore, to worship, to fuck. Just as yours is for me. I am your mistress, but you are my equal, my co-ruler, my lover. I love you, Celestia. I want to indulge your secret kinks, and to give you pleasure as great as what you give to me. Stop chanting, and stand.”
Celestia did so. Luna smiled impishly, closing her legs. “But I will go first. Come, sit on my lap.”
Celestia was taller and wider than Luna, though Luna’s strength let her accept it with comfort. She hugged Celestia from behind and nuzzled the white neck, getting a giggle from Celestia. Vanilla and sweat, undisguised by clothes. Luna breathed it in, kissing and nibbling at the neck, working her way up to the cheek, then the ear.
Her hands moved as well, first exploring Celestia’s belly. Long blue fingers stroked gently, drawing more giggles as they drew up along her sides. They pressed, finding firm muscle. Celestia had tough abs beneath her delightful squish.
The touch was a drug to Celestia, feeding an addiction she never knew she had. The hands moved steadily upwards, pushing up beneath her breasts and fondling them, letting them overflow between fingers and over nails. Luna moved slowly, groping, massaging out gasps and squeaks until her forefinger and thumb found each puckered pink nibble.
Luna breathed unsteadily, grinned evilly. She pinched hard, pulling out on Celestia’s nipples.
Celestia gasped, arching her back and stammering.
“Something to say?” Luna sneered.
“Th-thank you, Mistress!” her sister replied. It was in Celestia’s mantra, her truth. She craved Luna’s touch. She needed it, wanted it.
Celestia’s hands moved low.
“Aw, is my sister needy?” Luna chuckled, now pushing back on the breasts with a groping squeeze, kneading into the soft texture. She lowered her voice. “Do you want to cum?”
Celestia gasped and nodded. Luna pulled back her right hand and slapped the breast. “Don’t be so impatient, Dear Sister. This is our first night together as lovers. We can take our time.”
Celestia set her hands to the bed and grasped desperately at the sheets. A noise like “Nnnnng!” came out through her throat, interrupted by a sharp gasp as Luna’s left hand slipped from the breast to gently touch between her legs.
“Of course, in some ways this isn’t our first night together.” Luna spoke teasingly, letting her nails brush and run along Celestia’s hidden folds. “Do you now remember your dreams of me? So many erotic dreams of us making love, of you worshiping me, enslaved by me?”
“Yes,” Celestia gasped. Her psyche was whole. She remembered them all.
“I gave you those,” Luna said, chuckling with dark liberation. “I made you into this. My enslaved, submissive fucktoy, did you think these new feelings came naturally? Prudish Princess Celestia would barely consent to a chaste kiss, and now look at you. Desperate, horny, a bitch in heat.”
Their feet played on the floor, interlocking toes and rubbing against each other. Luna’s horn glowed, creating a tight magic clamp right on Celestia’s tender ponut. Celestia squeaked and wiggled, distracted by pain and arousal yet not willing or able to climb off.
Luna’s hungry voice went on. “Welcome to the rest of your life. My slut, my slave, we’re just getting started. You will be whipped and chained, blindfolded and gagged. You’ll be tickled to insanity, you’ll be edged beyond belief. You’ll suck dildos – ha! And you’ll wear them for my own pleasure. You will worship my body, just as I worship yours.”
The strong, voluptuous white body, completely real beneath her touch. Everything Luna craved was in grasp, now and forever. Not a dream, but real.
“Unless, of course… you can break out?” She leered. “Try to break out, Dear Sister. Try to not be my submissive slave. It’s your last chance, after all. You can do it. If you fail here, you’ll be my obedient slut forever.”
Nothing but a tease. Celestia tried to break free, but only because Luna commanded it. She must obey Luna.
And why would she want to be free? Even the pain and denial Luna gave was raw pleasure beyond any she had ever known. And she loved Luna, and trusted her.
She grunted and shuffled, petering out after only a few seconds.
Luna released the breast to run her hand along Celestia’s cheek. “Aww… such a good effort! Did you escape my control?”
“No, Mistress,” Celestia said. Her breath hitched as Luna’s teasing nails found her clit.
“Then it’s settled. You are my obedient, submissive slave...”
Luna breathed the last word, letting it tickle over Celestia’s ear. “Forever.”
“Yes, Mistr-GUH!”
Luna’s fingers dug sharp and fast into Celestia’s pussy. Her thumb began flicking along the clit, her magic at the ponut changing from pain to penetration.
“Now,” Luna said jaggedly. “At the count of three, you will cum. Do you understand?”
Celestia nodded desperately. “Yes, Mistress!”
“One.”
The blue fingers scrambled inside Celestia. The thumb pushed hard on her clit.
“Two...”
The fingers swept up, squeezing the clit from the inside while the thumb rubbed from without. Luna’s free hand gripped a white breast. The pillowy ass bucked against her, and she bucked up in return.
“Three!”
Celestia screamed without breath, releasing only a strangled moan. Only Luna’s grip stopped her from launching from the bed as a burst of thick, clear cum squirted out before settling to a leaking flood.
Luna pulled out her fingers, licked greedily at Celestia’s – Celestia’s! – juices.
...Admittedly, it did not taste as good as she expected. Perhaps a spell or enchanted jewelry would help, next time.
Now, though, another matter. For all her teasing and toying and playing with the magnificent body that was now hers, Luna was desperately horny. Her cruel kink fell to urgency as she stood, half-shoving Celestia from her.
“On the bed. Now.”
Celestia complied. Luna tackled her instantly, without one drop of patient, teasing finesse. She kissed the breasts, suckled at their nipples, buried her face between them and simply breathed, eyes rolling to the ceiling and beyond. She ground her clit against Celestia’s leg, humping it without a shred of dignity, pushing herself as tightly into the woman as she could.
She raised her head for air. Their eyes met. Celestia’s half-lidded pink gazed upon her as an adoring wife.
They blurred.
“I love you,” Luna gasped.
She blinked, the vision cleared. Celestia smirked, with one eyebrow raised.
She rolled, taking Luna with her. They fell to the other side of the bed, now with Celestia on top. The heavy breasts dangled down, resting atop Luna’s.
Their eyes met again, Luna breathlessly startled, Celestia with a puckish wink. Then Celestia began to worship – slower, more patient than Luna’s desperate affection. Her mouth found Luna’s left nipple – kissing it, nibbling it, and nothing else for a minute or more. Arousal burned insanely within Luna but she gripped the sheets, reveling in the madness.
Celestia worked her way down slowly, breath catching with her own lust. She loved Luna’s body, worshiped it beyond any faith. Every kiss was as much pleasure for her as for Luna. But she was steady, patient. Tiny, gentle kisses worked their way down the toned blue belly, lingering teasingly just below the navel. Then lower… lower…
She settled before Luna’s clit, pausing to admire it. A tiny, cute little blueberry. Celestia licked it like a kitten, then giggled as Luna’s whole body rocked. She kissed it, so lightly that she could kiss a ladybug with the same force and leave it unharmed.
Then, with the same perfect delicacy, Celestia pushed her head lower and took the clit in her teeth, gently nibbling.
It only took a few seconds for Luna to scream, cumming the whole evening of arousal out into Celestia’s mouth. Celestia swallowed and drank more, adoring even the warm fluids from Luna’s pussy.
Luna kept coming, Celestia kept swallowing. Not an evening, but years of building passion, released at last. Luna fell back to the bed at the end of it, utterly spent.
“Come here,” she mewled.
Celestia obeyed. Luna hugged her close, sniffling, babbling. “You… you need to be happy, too. I don’t want to take over Equestria or anything, or, or actually make you a slave. You still have hobbies and a life, just with me as your lover! We should come up with a safe word so I don’t actually hurt you. We...”
She gulped hard. “I want to have a romance with you, without having to hide it. I want to start leaking word that we’re not really sisters, it was just a formal title. Give a few years to become common knowledge, then I think we could safely court.”
“Leave that for tomorrow,” Celestia said, as tender as ever. She hugged Luna and Luna hugged back, pushing her head into the white bosom. “Rest, Mistress. Catch your breath. We’ve had quite a night.”
“Not yet, we haven’t.”
Luna peered up from Celestia’s breasts. Her eyes were dry, and her hands wandered down until they reached Celestia’s ass. They squeezed, earning a gasp.
“The night has just begun, Dear Sister.”
Author's Note
Epilogue up tomorrow!
Luna tried to be honest. She perched on the side of her bed, pondering a new realization about herself. Did it come recently? Develop during her conquest of Celestia? Or had it long lurked within her own subconscious, not fully known until today?
It hardly mattered. The truth of things was that Luna had a very, very strong fetish for hypnosis, and the perfect lover to indulge upon.
That beautiful mare was here right now, tied spread-eagle upon the bed. Celestia’s thick, scrumptious thighs spread to reveal her moist pussy, now dribbling to the sheets after hours of unspent arousal. Piercings with crescent moons marked each nipple, forming perfect hooks to let them be tied or chained. She wore a black blindfold, yet Luna’s magic spun hypnotic spirals upon it to reach the covered eyes. Bringing Celestia deeper, deeper under her control.
Unnecessary. But so hot. She mumbled repetitively into her ball gag until Luna took it out.
“I am Luna’s obedient slave. My holes belong to Luna. I am Luna’s obedient slave. My holes...”
New mantras were fun. And the spirals washed Celestia’s brain with rewarding pleasure. Luna laid beside her, adding mouth and tongue to give a physical element to her sister’s joy. She started at the left nipple, licking all the way down from it into the armpit, fondling the right breast lazily with her hand.
She watched Celestia’s face with half-lidded eyes. The blindfold, the brainwashing spirals, the mouth repeating perfectly its utter submission.
Luna straddled one of Celestia’s legs, letting the thin drip of her own arousal tell Celestia her approval. Somewhere beneath those mindless mantras, her sister would sense and love it.
That was the best part, really. However much pleasure Luna had found these last few years as mistress, Celestia’s was greater still. Her beautiful white sister, at last with a lover who could bring her all she deserved.
Luna continued to simply watch, smiling as her hand moved down to Celestia’s pussy and gently slipped inside. She massaged the clit, neither forceful nor teasing, coaxing more juices out. Lazy, calm lovemaking for a lazy Sunday. Her own light wetness was enough to content Luna. To give Celestia pleasure, to worship her glorious white body, that was all Luna desired.
...And, yes, to mesmerize Celestia, bringing her mind up and down like a yo-yo. That was the fetish, and it gave them so many ways to explore, so many little games to play. Sometimes Celestia worshiped Luna’s dildo, hypnotized into thinking it a real penis. Sometimes she was prisoner in a dungeon, the brainwashed victim of Luna’s coup (mere role-play, of course). Anything that could be believed in the mind or acted in body was at Luna’s fingertips, and in the realm of dreams, even these limits fell away. Asleep and awake, they made love. Luna the mistress, and Celestia the loved and loving slave.
Another realization – Luna had been molded, too. Loving, yes, but a cruel mistress when the fancy bid. Celestia had known pain and depravity, and would so again, and again, and again. Her ass the hole for Luna’s dildo, her mouth the home for Luna’s foot, her whole body tied, locked, chained, stretched to Luna’s whims, all done safely behind closed doors.
Not evil at all. Every touch was a pleasure for Celestia. And when it was not, hypnosis could make it so.
Tonight, though, was a lazy night.
In fact, Luna wanted to talk. She faded out the spiral slowly over a few minutes, bringing Celestia gently up from her trance. She untied the blindfold and pulled it off to see Celestia blinking groggily after the effect.
“Too soon, my love?”
“We all must wake eventually,” Celestia said with kind wisdom, righting herself. “Will you untie me so I can hold you?”
With only a dim glow of her horn, Luna made it so. They cuddled together, entwining legs and arms.
“Was it good for you?” Luna asked.
Celestia gave a happy laugh. “Your every touch is amazing. I think I could cum from you rubbing my shoulders.”
Luna smirked mischievously, resting her head on Celestia’s bosom. “Hm, it sounds like you’re trying to trick me into giving a free massage.”
“Call it a challenge,” Celestia tried. “After all, nothing is beyond my mistress.”
“Tia, I think in my life I’ve broken more shoulders than I’ve massaged.”
“Kinky.”
“Too kinky for me,” Luna said, then kissed Celestia above the breast. “But it seems I can’t say no to you. Next Sunday I shall see if I can shoulder-rub you to orgasm.”
Celestia gave a little kitty-smile of victory. Luna snorted. “Such a selfish slave.”
“Such a loving mistress,” Celestia replied happily.
They settled down, still in each others’ arms before Luna shuffled. “Tia?”
“Hm?”
“How goes the rumor mill?”
Celestia giggled. “Nothing needed but time. I dropped in an interview with a history periodical that we are sisters in title, not in fact. Not exactly a wide audience, but it’s only a matter of time before a gossip rag or major newspaper looking for the next big scoop stumbles across the story. They will ask, I will confirm, and ten years hence nopony will believe otherwise.”
“I don’t wish to wait ten years,” Luna said sulkily. “I wish to write my love for you in the sky this very night, for all the world to see.”
“Patience,” Celestia cooed, still the older sister. She cocked her head. “Although… you may not have to wait so long. There is something I have been pondering.”
Luna adjusted herself, pulling away enough to set her head on a pillow and look at Celestia.
Celestia looked to the ceiling, lying still on her back. “I have been thinking of this for a long time. Even before you became my mistress.”
A slow blink. “Equestria… could be better. Magic and science advance too quickly for me to track. A dozen threats have emerged that we did not foresee, could not defeat if not for Twilight Sparkle. Laws made to protect our ponies are beginning to serve as barriers to peace and union with other races. I micromanage for hours to arrive at the wrong conclusion others take moments to avoid.”
“It will take time. We must school Twilight well, and prepare the transition. But Luna… I think we should retire.”
The pink eyes looked over to Luna. Luna stared, covering her mouth with the a blanket.
It had been Luna’s dream for them to retire, and to compel Celestia to agree. To leave all duties behind and journey where the wind may take them. A little beach house, perhaps. Perhaps later to explore jungles, live the city high-life, or even fly to unknown worlds. Whatever they wished, together as lovers, as wives.
Paradise, as easy as a word in Celestia’s ear. But Luna couldn’t. To rip Celestia from the rule and duties she took so seriously… that, no doubt in mind, would have been evil. Certainly not love, which was the whole point of this all.
No brainwashing, no compulsion, not even a lulling suggestion. This came from no one but Celestia.
“Truly?” Luna whispered, falling in her emotion to formal speech. “Hadst thou well-considered?”
“Yes,” Celestia said, and gave a meek little smile. “Our time is ending.”
“That is an odd way of saying our time...”
Luna leaned over and kissed her. “Is about to begin. Yes, Tia. A thousand times, yes.”
She pulled down the blanket, letting her grin show. She breathed in deeply, then out. “I rather fancy a nice house on an empty beach. We can always give it one or ten years then move on if the life does not suit.”
After such pleasant relaxation, Celestia yelped delightfully as Luna ambushed her with a tweak of the nipples. Luna did not let go, gripping the metal crescent to pull Celestia closer.
“What do you think, slave?”
“I would like that very much,” Celestia breathed. Their lips met, their tongues crossed. Luna pressed inwards, crushing their bodies together, though kept her hand pinched firmly on Celestia’s nipple.
When the time to retire came and went, the sisters ended up building their little beach-side house. Which, while ‘little’ by their standards, had enough space for a balcony, a full kitchen, a guest room, an art room, and a ‘hobby room’ (that is to say, a sex dungeon). The spot was chosen carefully – secluded, yet close enough to a small town with grocery stores and volleyball tournaments.
Luna adapted to a daytime schedule, letting Celestia cook indulgent breakfasts for them every morning. It was something the sun princess loved, and Luna coyly made it her ‘slave duty.’ Watching Celestia cook wearing nothing but an apron and ankle-chains was a treat more decadent than her thickest pancake.
Ever the socialite of the pair, Celestia visited often at the town, joining their little games while Luna usually contented herself reading and sunbathing. Always, of course, Celestia would return. Some evenings they lounged in the surf together, naked and entwined. On cooler nights, the bed beckoned. On randier nights, the dungeon. Or they would just take long walks until dawn, hand-in-hand, leaving footprints along the beach.
Sisters and lovers, mistress and slave.
Author's Note
We shall leave to headcanon the question of just how much Celestia was really affected. Was she truly controlled? Playing along? Or some combination of the two? After all, to be hypnotized one must be willing to lower the guard...
Thanks all for reading! This is my first endeavor into writing hypno-clop, so I hope I gave a good time.
