Author's Note

New chapter, who dis?

Wow that just took me a year to write. Hahah! Anyway, major warning for the next chapter as it will involve verbal and physical abuse of an infant.

It Craved

They had been out for a while watching a group of ponies rollerblade and blast interesting foreign music on a boombox. Their blades had colorful feathers that left a trail in their wake, and when they’d flip on their heads, the feathers would make shapes under the hanging lanterns. Luna had been eyeing a pair of skates for a while, but the pony selling them wasn’t a pony at all, but a three headed dog who stood upright. He sucked on a pipe with one mouth, spoke to a rollerblader with another, and had his third set of eyes on the rusty wheel he oiled. Those paws of his got between crevices of the skates, his paws masterful at rubbing, and squeezing, and getting deep—

“I’m not much of a Doberman kind of mare,” Luna laughed as she elbowed her hypnotized sister.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re drooling on yourself, Tia.” Luna stood up to continue down the boardwalk. “Seems you’re infected with a bad case of Puppy Love.”

That would’ve been an odd comment to make, but Celestia realized she had been drooling all over herself. With rosy cheeks, she trotted after Luna who had her head raised towards the rising moon. A chilly breeze blew from the salty ocean, a fishy smell, but one masked by the several dozen vendors lined along the boardwalk, and scented sunscreen on lounging backs, and fruit punch in the water guns that two unicorn colts shot at bikini clad mares on the beach below.

“I don’t like dogs, Lulu. I’m more of a pussy lover.” Celestia clopped a bit ahead to catch a glimpse of her sister’s expression.

Luna gave her a look as if she weren’t the one who made that awful dog pun, but regardless she played dumb. “Pussy cats make for a suitable pet, I’m sure. Plenty of ponies have them.”

“And play with them too…” Celestia couldn’t contain her chuckle.

With a pulsating vein in her forehead, Luna rolled her eyes. “Classy,” she whispered before halting to turn in another direction. “How are you feeling now?” Luna gave her glance over her shoulder.

How was she feeling?

Celestia’s tail swayed back and forth, no longer a cloud but strands of hair that bounced with each step, and as it swayed it did a good job of hiding her swollen teats and their leaking milk. No one would dare peek between her legs, forget that it was a very rude thing to do, but being a former monarch added an extra layer to it. But regardless, she leaked, and her body ached, and her mind was a fog. Would she ever express any of her concerns to Luna?

Of course not.

“I feel like a bowl of sunshine.”

On the northern beachfront, a few foreign street performers were harassing the lazing tourists with their fire breathing acts, and their small dancing monkeys, and their exotic attire from a land far away. It caught Luna’s attention as her wings spread and she reared up on the barriers of the boardwalk to get a better look below.

“Tia! Would you look at that!” Luna pointed. “I’ve never seen a pony with such a long neck.”

The ringleader of the cardboard circus had brown spots speckled around their body, a colorful cloak on their shoulders, and a set of two stumped horns on their head. The monkeys swung around the beast’s towering neck like firemen on a pole, and they clashed cymbals, and sang in a language unknown to any pony.

“That’s no pony, Luna. That’s a giraffe.”

“A giraffe?!”

“Yes, and a quite short one it seems. I’ve toured the zebrian continent numerous times, ran into a fair amount of them, and these creatures can grow as tall as a three story building.” Celestia joined her on the boardwalk’s barrier.

“Very fascinating,” Luna noted with a smile. “I’d love to go someday.”

“Perhaps we can try for the end of this summer, otherwise the temperatures will be too hot.”

Luna giggled. “That’s never been a problem for you.”

“Oh, I absolutely loved it! But I know how you can get in such intense heat.” To drop the subject, as travel had increasingly become the last thing Celestia wanted to talk about, she clicked her golden horse shoes on the metal grate she stood over. Wind blew against her underbelly. There was a tightness in her breasts. “On second thought, I’m not up for that beach trample. I feel a day over a century.”

Luna kept her eyes on the giraffe, and Celestia did too.

“You’re far older than that. Time is catching up to you, Tia.”

With all the lanterns above them, it made it difficult to see the giraffes' features—not that celestia could tell much of a difference between one and another. She wondered if a pony could successfully mate with one, and now her eyes wandered between its legs, spotting the set of balls that swung behind his thin tail. A foal with such a long neck would kill her coming out—

“I think they are serving free margaritas at the Sunset Resort for the single ladies tonight.” With a teasing wink, Luna elbowed her side. “And I know you can’t resist a free drink.”

“Mmmm, I’d love Sex on the Beach right about now.” Biting her lower lip, Celestia kept her eyes on the sweating swinging balls. The giraffe had noticed her staring, even turned the whole of his long neck in her direction, and immediately her face burned with embarrassment. “Let’s just go.”

Celestia hopped down and started her power trot as far away from the beach as possible.

“I return for order, yes?” With a bone stiff bow tie and a gelled black mane, the donkey took a bow after he placed their glasses of water on the table. Most resorts running along the northern coast tended to hire immigrants for the cheaper wages and longer work hours they could squeeze out of them. It was hardly a thing to complain about, except they often knew very little Equestrian and thus were difficult to understand. This particular waiter, despite his thick accent, could at least get his point across without much trouble.

“Yes, thank you.” Luna smiled, but this waiter didn’t look at her.

Though his head faced the floor, his hazel gaze was directed towards Celestia. The gawking would typically go unnoticed, considering ponies still saw her as a monarch despite her retirement, but the jackass dared to trail his gaze up to the sun stuck to her flank and said gaze stayed there for quite a while. Instead of growing justifiably upset, Celestia’s frazzled mind told her to open her legs a little to see how he’d react, and he stared where she assumed he would. He stared long enough to catch what she was doing, perhaps teasing him, perhaps in his mind it was an invitation, and by then they made eye contact. Celestia broke away towards the dark waves rolling on the opposite end of their window.

He kept staring.

“Do you need anything else?” Luna questioned with a tilted head.

“N-no, miss madam. Please take time to decide.” With another nervous bow, he scampered off like a runt on the street.

Celestia could only watch him with disgust, and yet her loins burned with curiosity. Curiosity? That couldn’t be right. Her hormones were all out of control, and she was leaking all over herself, and she was more aroused than she’d ever been.

“That was odd.”

“Quite.” Celestia tapped her foot.

And Luna peeked under their table to make sense of the thudding. “Do you find it’s pretty chilly in here too?” Her eyes darted at the many ceiling fans hanging in the establishment. With her magic, she froze the closest three above them. “There. That should do it.”

Proud of herself, Luna took her time flipping through the menu. A wide selection of hard ciders sat on display, including an apple berry punch that absolutely screamed her name, but only the margaritas were free. Who knew Luna loved a bargain, because she absolutely did.

“Are you going to get your usual serving of wine-dipped cheese pickles?” With a crescent smile, Luna looked up from her menu, perhaps stewing on whether to get what her wallet needed or what her belly craved. “I still don’t know how you stomach it.”

“I haven’t a clue how I stomached it either. Never again.” With soiled laundry in her mind Celestia took a sip of her water. “I don’t think I’ll be drinking tonight.” She had plenty of alcohol already, in fact she’d been drinking heavily the past few weeks—it was all part of her relaxation routine to soothe the cramps. As if that thing she birthed didn’t already have enough problems.

“That’s understandable considering you aren’t feeling well.” Luna chewed on her lip as her magic reached for her own glass. She placed the menu down. “Perhaps I shouldn’t drink either.”

Celestia shook her head. “Please don’t allow me to ruin your fun.”

“You aren’t, Tia. Besides, I really wanted this berry cider for $22, but now we can save the bits.” Luna took a pause to drink a good quarter of her water. Refreshed, she sighed when her lips departed from the rim of her glass. “What is the zebrian continent like? Beyond the three story tall giraffes?”

“Golden plains stretched as far as the eyes can see, crystal blue skies, lush treetops even taller than me.” The voice came from behind Luna. It startled both sisters and caused them to search for its owner, but it didn’t take long before they found the source. With lanky legs, the caped giraffe craned his long neck down to meet their gaze. “It’s beautiful, and do not get me started on the many cultures that reside within. We Prey live in harmony within several cities across the continent. It’s quite the melting pot.”

Luna scooted closer in her seat of pillows. “Prey? Such a degrading term to refer to yourselves.”

“We hardly see it that way. If anything, Predator is far worse, but I suppose they aren’t much of a threat in this country.” He took a seat if only to relieve some stress on his neck. “I am Gilaffy, a traveling businessman, and your future tour guide.“

Celestia scoffed. “Do businessmen often wear capes where you’re from?”

“Try pinstripe suits, but they tend to clash with my spots.”

Though a bit shy, Luna chuckled, “what flavor of business are you in? You mentioned tourism.” And her laugh only encouraged his jokes further.

“Oh no, dear goddess.” With a head shake and a wink, he leaned in closer. “It’s monkey business.” Opening his cape, two macaques ran out in pinstripe suits. They held a banana to their ear and screamed into it as if holding a conversation on a telephone.

Luna couldn’t contain her mirth, throwing her head back, and cackling like a wicked witch. It was hardly that funny, yet Celestia found herself smiling.

The monkeys did a chronographed dance, spun on their fury heads, and with their strange little fingers, threw up confetti into the air. Then, out of his cape, Gilaffy handed his henchmen a banner to present to Celestia. It read, ‘Congratulations on Your New Bundle of Joy!’

Luna no longer laughed. “I don’t understand the joke.”

Celestia didn’t either, in fact, she couldn’t react. She simply sat there like a doe at an oncoming stampede. The pressure in her breasts returned and her body burned with sweat.

“Oh.” Realizing his mistake, Gilaffy gathered his monkeys back into his cape where they disappeared as if never there at all. “My apologies, I made a misguided assumption like an absolute fool.” And he was more embarrassed than Celestia. Immediately, Gilaffy stood up. “I’ll see my way out. Enjoy your dinner—“

But with her magic, Celestia grabbed his foreleg, she needingly squeezed it. “No, uh, you may stay.” Despite her magic, she could feel how sturdy his legs were despite appearing as if a light gust could snap them in two. Her mind couldn’t help but wonder how long another part of his body was, how’d it fit inside her womb, and it definitely left her confused considering her lack of interest in such things before. Like a wild teenage filly during her first cycle, her body craved exploration, it craved penetration, it craved a baby—a baby she had already delivered just hours prior, but a baby her body missed.

Something was definitely wrong with her.

And he was picking up her neediness from the way she lifted her tail, and spread her legs, and damn near pissed on herself right there. Their eyes met, her eyes drifted lower. She could see the head of his cock poking from his sleeve—

“Celestia!” With a hard kick under the table, Luna harshly whispered, and there returned that disappointed expression from earlier. “I’m sorry, Gilaffy, but we’re going to head home.” Using her magic to place her napkin on the table, Luna stood up and gave him a not-so-polite glare that screamed ‘go away’.

He nodded, respectfully bowed, but kept his gaze on Celestia as Luna pulled her away from the table. “Good night, ladies.”

They hadn’t made it out the door yet when Celestia broke down into tears. “Oh my stars, Luna! I’m so so sorry!” When she was released she shoved her head in the corner of the restaurant’s front entrance. Passing patrons and staff only gave them a glance, but none dared to approach the two alicorns. All knew better than to get mixed in the affairs of a retired monarch. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I just embarrassed you! What was I thinking!?”

“Tia, it’s okay.” Luna rubbed her back, but lowered her voice in hopes Celestia would follow suit. As she got closer, she noticed the moisture dripping from between her sister’s legs, and the irritation around her unusual hanging nipples. “I think I understand what is happening to you.”

“You do?” Celestia sniffed but refused to turn around due to shame. “You know what happened to me?”

“Yes, I know that your body isn’t used to its sudden mortality, and therefore your hormones are off-balanced as it attempts to steady itself.” She hugged her in order to get closer to her ear. “I started lactating too shortly after my return from the moon. It was a terrifying experience, but one trip to the gynecologist was all I needed to get fixed.”

“Fixed!?”

“Not like a dog, Tia. I mean medication to help balance your hormones,” Luna giggled. “It will also prevent you from soliciting, and trust me, a stallion will take advantage of your taxed state of mind especially if he believes he can get away with it. I’ve seen it plenty of times during my Dreamwalking, and unfortunately far too many mares are suffering in silence because of this biological error.” Luna never did care for sex and sexuality, but in more recent years she had
developed a clear hatred for it—more specifically, a male's part in the devil’s tango, so it was no surprise that when she mentioned her Dreamwalking, her snout wrinkled in disgust.

Celestia never thought much about mating, but now she questioned if she should feel the same way, or just give into her biological urges—urges she’d never experienced before in all her years of life. Perhaps it was an error, as Luna claimed.

“We can go tomorrow morning, though I wouldn’t bother with the hospitals here. They don’t have specialists. Are you good to fly to Baltimare?”

“No, I’m not good to fly at all.” Celestia rather not see a doctor at all.

“I’ll send for a taxi.“

“You know, my garden has so many wonderful, magical flora, I’m sure we could find something of use. I mean, there just has to be an old earth pony remedy that would work just as good as any medication, plus it would save us the trip—“ Celestia cut herself off. Across from the host's podium stood their donkey waiter simply staring at them within earshot. When he noticed she spotted him, he pretended to be occupied with bussing a nearby table.

Luna turned around to see what Celestia saw. The two silently watched, well aware that he’d been eavesdropping.

Still, he kept up the act, but cleared his throat and offered a weak smile. “Leaving, miss madams?”

“Um…Yes, and we thank you for your kind service thus far.” Reaching for her coin purse, Luna placed ten bits on the table.

“Many thank you. Many thank you.” Again he scampered away, but not before giving Celestia a knowing glance over his shoulder.