Celestia sighed. “Dearest sister, I hope you’re aware that this is an unbelievably deranged and weird idea.”
“Look Celestia, I am more than eager when it comes to taking care of your strange little fetishes,” Luna replied, puffing out her lower lip. “So, I believe you are obliged to take care of one of my peculiar little kinks for once.”
“This is just…” Celestia shook her head and motioned to herself. “Incredibly weird.”
She stood in the middle of their royal bedchamber, wearing an elegant outfit of black and white with golden accents and fur upon her shoulders. Her hair had also been artificially coloured a snow white and her coat an icy blue.
Luna smirked. “It’s just a little roleplay.”
“Little roleplay?” Celestia asked, lifting a brow. “Does this look little to you?”
Her horn sparked and she drew out a literal binder full of notes, waving it before her sister’s face. It was at least a hundred pages thick if not more. Though it was a hundred pages of vital lore to help Celestia accurately adapt to her character.
At least, that’s what Luna thought though apparently other princesses disagreed.
Luna sighed. “I tried to draft an abridged version so that you could more accurately portray the character of Mara Sov. Authenticity is very important to me when it comes to this sort of stuff.”
“I mean it wouldn’t be nearly as bad if it wasn’t for the fact that her character could be summed up as an evil space queen who has very strong mommy domme energy.” Celestia huffed. “See, isn’t that a far more abridged version than this?”
She wiggled the binder again, more threateningly this time.
“I suppose…” Luna frowned. “Though what would you have done if I would’ve mentioned our war with the Hive, huh?”
“I…” Celestia slapped a hoof against her face. “I don’t know, maybe I could’ve just improvised. Like jeez, I wish I had some experience dealing with the diplomacy of combating a hostile insect species that wanted to conquer my kingdom. Nope, definitely don’t have any endless reserve of lived experience dealing with that specific reality.”
Luna hummed. “This is a fair point.”
“And oh no, however would I have been able to adlib having a moody younger sibling who succumbs to the darkness inside of themselves?” Celestia bemoaned. “Definitely don’t have any experience dealing with something like that.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright, I suppose that I may have gotten a little too immersed in my note keeping and world building. However, I was just excited to finally get a chance to do something like this for once.” She batted her lashes at Celestia. “So, sue me.”
She walked into the middle of the room, catching a reflection of herself in one of the chamber’s many mirrors.
Like her sister, she wore a very space-aged outfit, having gone with an armour composed of white scales and a mysterious hood. Much like her sister, her mane had also been groomed into a fresh look as she had short-cropped black hair. Also, her coat had been tinted a similar shade of icy blue.
It was a very good cosplay, expertly crafted and perfectly accurate to the source material. Well… aside for the fact that her armour was designed for a creature with four legs and a set of wings while the source material was constrained by the limitation of having to adhere to two-legged and earthbound beings.
Though such sacrifices only minimally took away from Luna’s lust.
“Anyways,” Luna stated. “I will be playing your younger brother, Uldren Sov, a daring space rogue who will do anything to save his sister.”
“Evil queen and loyal brother,” Celestia stated, nodding along. “I think I can work with that.”
“You are also a godly being who is nearly omnipotent and…” Luna started.
Celestia smirked. “So, I will be playing a fairly reliable facsimile of myself then? I’ll say, dearest Luna, you do pick the weirdest power fantasies to lust over.”
She chuckled and reached out with a hoof, placing it under her sister’s chin. With this leverage, she tilted her snout upwards and then dipped forwards, kissing her. Their affection started tender, a little peck, then it soon grew a bit more impassioned as their mouths parted and tongues came forth to fill the void.
Luna was on the backfoot it would seem, succumbing to Celestia’s tango. She followed her sister’s lead and couldn’t help but surrender the tiniest of moans from the back of her throat.
“Wow,” she whispered as the two of them finally parted. “That was…”
“Oh dearest, Uldren,” Mara whispered, a husky note filling her voice. “I am so thankful to have you as company this evening.”
She moved aside and made her way over to the windows of the palace’s imperial suite. Outside was a grand city, the Dreaming City, the crowning jewel in Mara’s crown.
Uldren made his way over as well, falling into step behind her. He couldn’t help but notice that his sister had flagged her tail to the side.
Mara winked at him in a truly intimate manner, getting him to knicker approvingly.
“I’ve missed your company immensely,” she said, looking towards him. “I have not had a companion since uh…”
She looked at Uldren who rolled his eyes.
“Since your daring affairs with Petra?” he asked.
Mara nodded resolutely. “Not since my many affairs with him!”
“Her,” Uldren corrected.
“Her, her, thank you, dear Uldren,” Mara said, holding her head up high. “Alas since I’ve lost her there has been this brother-sized hole in my heart and within my…”
She docked her tail to the side again, showing off the brother-sized hole that lingered just underneath her tail. There was a slickness upon her lips, an enticing dampness which looked so tantalizing. And as Uldren breathed in, he could only bask in the richness of her natural essence.
Something stirred within his loins and he felt his armour grow a little more claustrophobic in its design.
“Isn’t this wrong,” Uldren murmured.
Mara snorted. “Dear, I am the god queen of a whole race, the mare who has fought the Vanguard and tamed them in combat. I hold reign over many dominions and my name is but a terrified whisper upon the breath of the Hive and Cabal alike. I am not afraid of something so quaint as breaking the social norms over incest.”
Uldren cocked a brow but decided that any flaws in her interpretation of reality were not worth quibbling over.
“So, I ask you again, Uldren. Would you like to start your own affairs with me?” Mara asked, glancing towards him. “Would you like to tame the queen of the Awoken?”
Uldren snorted. “And here I thought that you were here to tame me.”
“I mean I do have you exactly where I want you, dear brother,” Mara teased. “In my bedchamber, hard as a rock…”
Uldren flushed at such phrases. Sure, she was totally correct in this interpretation but it was still embarrassing to think about. He was humiliated, knowing that he stood fully erect in the presence of his truly divine sister.
“You are practically domesticated at this point,” Mara finished, winking at him. “Though I wouldn’t mind having such a brooding figure as my companion. You would breathe fresh air into my otherwise stuffy and uneventful life.”
Her horn sparked and beads of ethereal magic started to envelop her form, doing away with the light attire that she was burdened by. In a matter of moments, buckles and straps came loose and the collection of armour soon laid at her hooves
Mara’s body was even more divine in the buff, slender but powerful with a decent amount of cushion to her bountiful rump.
Uldren’s anatomy couldn’t help but react, growing even harder against his barding. His erection even twitched, spilling a ration of fluid inside of his suit.
“You enticing witch,” he whispered.
Mara smirked. “I’ve been called far worse by far better creatures, dear brother.”
Her magic then groped at Uldren’s mane, seizing a nice amount of his jet-black hair. With this as leverage, she pulled him forwards and crammed his snout against her soaking wet lower lips.
Uldren made a surprised little noise but knew his role well, parting his lips and pressing his tongue deep into her. He showed no restraint as he started to roll it around in curt little circles, brushing against every little nook and cranny that he could possibly access.
It was strange. Even though he hadn’t been with his sister before, he showed a keen knowledge for finding exactly what she liked. His tongue moved with a strange familiarity, gaining immediate clairvoyance to all of the methods and places that would garner the most excitable of reactions from Mara. It was like some strange meta force was providing him with this knowledge.
Or Luna had just done this one too many times.
Mara gasped and let out a pent-up whinny of utter satisfaction. She threw back her head and sung her praise while one of her hooves clopped against the ground.
“Oh Uldren,” Mara whispered, her voice husky and filled with lust. “You know me so well, my dearest companion.”
Her magic intensified, cramming Uldren even harder against her lower lips, really smothering him against her sex. Not that he minded such treatment. In fact, it only seemed to reinforce his vigour, getting him even more excited as he swirled and wove around inside of her.
“Fucking twink,” Mara moaned. “You eat pussy like a champ.”
Uldren knew that he did and was more than eager to prove it, pushing his tongue even harder. There was no delay to his actions, no caution thrown towards fatigue or an aching jaw. He groaned softly as he freely tasted her utterly divine nectar.
Mara’s breathing started to grow more laboured as little puffs of breath escaped from her. At the rate they were going it wouldn’t be that much longer now.
However, it seemed like the queen was not quite ready for this yet as she released his mane.
Uldren drew back swiftly, choking down air. The scent and taste of his sister’s regal arousal were both still present upon every breath, corrupting his already compromised senses, meddling with his already shaken mind. His poor cock ached against its confines, practically begging to be let out.
“I want you to fuck me, Uldren,” Mara said. “I want you to mount me and rut me like I’m nothing more than a cheap palace concubine.”
Uldren nodded and his own horn glowed. His aura meddled with the buckles upon his armour, pulling them away and allowing his own attire to clatter to the floor.
Oh, how quickly he discarded several hundred dollars worth of Rarity’s finest designs.
As he stood in the buff, he saw that Mara turned towards him. Her gaze lingered upon his powerful body before venturing to his lower half where a truly impressive erection stood tall and proud. A bead of his royal seed lingered at the tip and dripped lazily onto the floor.
Mara licked her lips and then looked him in the eye. “Impressive, dear brother.”
She then turned away and made her way over to her regal bed. She pulled her front half upon it before looking back and wiggling her hips at him.
Not that he necessarily needed the enticement as he came up behind her on his own.
Uldren drew in a breath through his nose, enjoying her rich essence for probably the dozenth time this night. It emboldened him, causing his proud awokenhood to grow even harder.
He soon clambered upon the bed, as well, and mounted his dear sister from behind. The tip of his cock brushed against her folds as he prodded against them. At first, his motions were clumsy as he tried to push inside. Though with a little magical assistance, he managed to line up his cock with her glistening folds.
He pushed forwards, carefully, pressing a couple inches of his unflared pride into her lower lips. Slowly, he started to rock forwards, pumping his pride into her in nice tender little motions. Soon, he started to venture deeper and with this depth his tempo also started to pick up as well.
Mara’s voice soon rose into a tender moan, her pleasured song mingling with Uldren’s to create a duet of lust and euphoria.
Uldren could feel her shiver and quake, clenching around his cock. Though he only took this as incentive to press even harder against her, pumping forwards with hardly a care in the world. His mind became one focused upon pleasure, analytical as it tried to achieve this goal.
“Fuck!” Mara groaned.
Uldren snorted. “Does my dear sister like it when I invade her royal chambers?”
Mara was silent for a moment, stunned.
Then she started to giggle. “That line was terrible, dear brother.”
Uldren grunted and started to pound more forcefully into her, plowing ahead with such incredible vigour.
“It’s rather hard to be witty when you’re clenching around my cock like that,” he said, growling “You make it woefully difficult to think straight.”
His tempo was now swift, like a spacecraft flying over the seas of Titan. His thrusts were powerful, pounding away like a vorpal rocket launcher slamming into a yellow bar.
Though his tempo soon grew laboured, his breathing coming forth in haggard little puffs as spittle flew from his clenched teeth.
Mara gasped and moaned, sounding like quite the royal whore. She panted and begged, pleading for more.
A request which Uldren was more than happy to oblige as he pounded away over and over again. Sweat clung to his brow and there was now a fire within his loins which seemed ready to spread and engulf him utterly.
“Fuck!” Uldren hissed.
Mara chuckled. “Don’t you dare…” She gasped. “Don’t you dare end our affairs early, dear…”
Her voice broke out into quite the pleasurable moan as sentences seemed impossible for her to form. Hell at this point it seemed like even words were a bridge too far as only stray syllables came flying forth to fill the void, jerking free in little puffs as Uldren hammered into her.
Uldren’s magic sparked and intertwined with his sister’s mane, gripping a nice hoofful and pulling back upon it roughly. Mara’s head lifted backwards at the gesture and she let out a wonderfully indignant little note of shame.
“You… you… you absolute brat!” Mara spat.
Uldren snorted. “Now, now, I couldn’t let you feel completely in control.”
He grunted and bottomed out inside her, jarring another moan free from Mara. His lips then went for her neck, kissing it. He trailed a series of little pecks across her coat as he lingered inside of her.
The brief pause then came to an end as he drew back and pushed forwards once more. His tempo soon returned to its prior vigour as he pounded away with more and more ferocity and power. He couldn’t deny that he was drawing close, feeling himself teetering on the brink of utter euphoria. This was just the final push, the last little sprint in the marathon.
Uldren gasped as he succumbed to his condition, clapping his hips against Mara’s one final time. His cock twitched and flared inside of her just as her walls started to tighten around his shaft.
Their orgasms happened nearly in unison as their two pleasures mingled together inside of the Awoken queen’s sopping wet pussy.
They lingered like that for a moment, panting and out of breath.
Then Uldren slowly drew back, pulling out of Mara with a nice wet slurp of fluids. A belch followed as his essence and her pleasure erupted outwards in a crude creampie.
Mara shivered at the sudden absence, cooing at it.
The two of them looked at each other and shared a smile, nodding to one another.
“So how was my performance?” Celestia asked.
Luna chuckled. “It was very good. Maybe not the most faithful interpretation of the character but I enjoyed myself nonetheless.”
Her horn sparked as she fiddled with her strap on, undoing it and pulling it away from her body. The faux shaft was covered in a thick sheen of her sister’s arousal, positively dripping with her depravity and lust.
Luna couldn’t help herself as brought it to her lips and sampled Celestia’s lust for herself. She savoured the taste, moaning softly at it.
“Did you have fun?” she asked.
Celestia smirked. “I had… an interesting time, I’ll keep it at that.”
“You must admit that it was at least fun getting to play someone other than ourselves,” Luna murmured.
“I’ll admit that I do enjoy roleplaying every once in a while but…” Celestia rolled her hoof in the air. “I was assuming you meant something more generalized like maid and master or cheerleader and teacher. Not uh… two highly specific intergalactic war criminals going at it.”
Luna snorted. “Well, at the very least, you can’t claim that I lack creativity.”
“I wouldn’t dream of doing so,” Celestia teased.
She approached and planted a tender little kiss upon Luna’s cheek.
“Though…” Celestia smirked. “One of these days, I’ll need to get you to dress up as one of the gentlemen callers from my romance novels.”
Luna groaned.
Celestia snickered. “No, no, I think you’d make an excellent Lord Westbrook. He is so tall, dark, and handsome.”
“I am not playing some Lord,” Luna grumbled.
Celestia pouted. “We will talk about this at a later date.” She then smirked. “Though I am curious about your affinity for playing male characters. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen you excel at such a role.”
“Best not read too much into that,” Luna grumbled.
Celestia nodded. “But if you ever wish to discuss it you know that I’m free.”
“I know,” Luna replied. She then smiled at her sister. “Thank you for indulging me.”
“And thank you for fucking me like that,” Celestia shot back before clearing her throat. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe I have a court to attend to so I should probably go take a shower.” She winked at Luna as she departed. “Showing up covered in blue dye would invite some rather awkward questions.”
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