The Lonely Princess of Night
As the sun sets on Equestria to make way for the moon, Ponyville rests calmly in delight. The lightshow starts in the clouds as they change pink, orange and blue. Then comes the light over the lands, slowly fading from bold gold to soft silver. Nightblossoms unfold on cue, their intoxicating smells filling the moist air. Nopony else could appreciate their lovely aroma better than the lonely Princess Luna.
Cursed with a life of being feared and shunned, the flowers were all she had to smile for as they lit up the night with their flouresent pollen. If it were up to Luna, nightblossoms would be the only flowers the royal gardener would plant. Of course, Celestia would never allow it. It seemed Celestia always got what she wanted, yet she has the whole kingdom calling Luna a villian. To add insult to injury, the ungrateful subjects praised Celestia like some goddess and hid from Luna.
"Why can't they love me?" she told the stars. They said nothing. A usual reply but tonight it was a different nothing. The stars only stared menacingly, as if to say, "Because you're a piece of shit, Luna. You will never earn their love. See how you can't even earn their forgiveness, you worthless, ugly, wretch?"
The stars were right. Nopony loved her and nopony ever would love her either.
Normally Luna fought as hard as she could to stop the tears, but buck it! No one else was around to see. The mare sobbed and sobbed some more and didn't stop until she felt some relief, but not even close to enough. She wanted to leave; fly far, far away where nopony knew her. She would live out her life as a normal pony, working the farms and the shops. The thought danced around in her mind until it became a nearly irresistable, full-fledged fantasy.
Meanwhile, one other soul stirs below the palace on Canterlot streets. A young stallion reporter named Inky Quills lightly trots through the night, carrying a satchel containing two quills and up to fifty sheets of parchment. He needed a story by next week, at the latest, and this time he would opt to go where no reporter has ever gone-- the mind of the mare in the moon. Oh, the praise he would recieve would be absolutely divine, as would the fame.
As he approached the grand doors of the palace, a bulky guard takes a step in the lean stallion's path. "Young man, Celestia has retired for the night." the royal guard reported, "You must simply come back tomorrow."
Inky lifted a hoof and brushed a stay hair from his eye. "I never said I was here for Celestia..." he smirked.
This caused the guard, whom he would nickname Butch for now, to scratch his head like a gorilla in confusion. "If not Celestia, then who the buck else?", he grunted. Where were his manners? He was a royal guard, afterall. And how could anyone forget the beautiful princess of the stars?
Fighting back the urge to give Butch the retard a piece of his mind, the young reporter simply asked, "Actually, may I request an audience with Princess Luna?"
Butch cocked his head sideways. "Come again?"
"You know... Luna. The Night Princess? Do I need to explain...-"
"No. I-I know who she is. It's just nopony ever--," Butch paused a moment, "Right this way."
The two gentlemen swiftly made their way up the tall, royal staircase to the highest tower where a depressed princess lay by the window sill, staring out into the darkness. Butch knocked on the already-opened door. "Princess Luna, a young stallion is here requesting to speak with you."
Without even looking away from the dark skies, Luna nodded and said, "Request is granted. Send him in."
Inky slowly walked into the heavily decorated chambers. Nightblossoms. They were everywhere. The smell in there was heavenly. Luna seemed far from amused, however. She sighed deeply before turning to face Inky. "Well? Is this what you came for!? To see the scary Nightmare Moon in all of her malevolence!? Leave us now! We wish to be alone! We wish--"
Before Luna could finish, she broke off in tears. Inky's head hung toward the floor. He needed to comfort her. He never meant to make her cry.
"Princess," he started, "I'm not here to fear you or make fun or hurt you in any way. In all truth, I'm actually a fan. You're my favorite princess of all!"
"Really?" Luna sobbed, "But don't you love my sister twice as much?"
"Hell no. Why should I? It seems she already has a large fandom. She wouldn't miss me. And besides, you're the pretty one, you know that?"
"I've never heard that before." Luna gasped. As a matter of fact, nopony's ever even called Princess Luna pretty before. Even if it was a lie, this newly discovered fan of hers had awaken the one thing missing for Princess Luna: Confidence.
"I've always thought you were beautiful." Inky said, taking a step closer to the princess. She really was. His attraction to her, in that moment, was almost unbearable. The intoxicating smells in the room did little to help anything. He had the granddaddy of all boners. Luckily, the princess was once more facing the window, paying him no mind or this would definitely be an awkward situation.
He took a seat by her on the window sill, leaning forward in an attempt to hide his massive erection. "Always." he repeated. He smirked as Luna's tears evaporated from her face and a warm smile took their place. "Your majesty, I must ask you one request while I'm here, at Canterlot Palace, if that is alright with you."
Luna giggled with both flattery and delight at her charming subject. "And what is that, my dear?"
"Would you mind submitting to an interview for Canterlot Times weekly newspaper? It would mean a lot to me and I know a kind and fair princess such as yourself would understand..."
"Request granted" replied Princess Luna, "where shall we begin?"
A smirk, once more, creeped across Inky's gray face. He pulled out one quill and a sheet of parchment. "How about by telling me everything?"
Luna looked to Inky with utter confusion. "When you said you want the whole truth, did you mean my life story?" she asked. Inky was just glad she stopped yelling and and refering to herself as "We". She was so much more charming in this state.
He smiled at her and lightly brushed her hoof. He was feeling bold in that moment, so he figured he'd make the daring move of touching her. Her fur was the softest he'd ever felt on a mare. Just divine. "Yes, Princess. Please. Tell me as far back as you can remember." he replied.
"If that's what you wish, sweet subject." Luna responded. To which, Inky's magic gathered a pile of papers, in preparation for the long tale.
"My tale begins long ago, during the winter solstice, longest night in the year. I watched the celebration for my father as he brought about the night and everypony applauded him for their extra night's sleep. I was but a small filly, but that's when I realized what I wanted to do. So, I caught up with him after the party. "Father!" I yelled to him before he turned around and saw me.
He looked exhausted from staying up all day, but that didn't stop him from holding me with his cold hoof and asking me, "Yes, darling? What dost thou plead for?"
"Father, we...we wish for thou to teach us to make night." I pleaded.
My father smiled and shook his gray mane to my request. It did seem a little extreme but then he had an idea. I would not only learn, but become his heir. He didn't stop there, but had a request far more radical than the last. My eldest sister, Celestia, would inherit the day from our mother and as Yin and Yang, we would serve as Equestria's co-rulers."
"That night, a violent storm shook me from my dreams. Lightning raced across the clouds, causing the sky to scream in agony. Next to me, my sisters bed was empty with the exception of Princess Strawberry, her favorite doll. I cautiously departed me and my sisters chambers using my very petite horn to guide the way. My night blue glow was very faint, but it had to do for the moment.
All of a sudden, a brighter, daylight-coloured glow stirred down the other side of the hallway. Celestia? What was she up to? I opened my mouth just slightly. Should I call to her or investigate?
If I said anything, mother and father would surely wake and send us both off to bed. On the other hand, following her would quench my curiosity without Celestia or our parents ever needing to know. If I was going to do this, I needed to do it swiftly. Celestia's light was already fading down the corridor.
I trotted behind her very carefully, making sure to take my time and not to stomp. A couple of times, Celestia would pause there suspiciously, as if she knew she was being followed. She stopped in front of the castle's library then, hesitantly, used her magic to open the doors.
I didn't have a moment to waste. I ran in right behind Celestia, bumping horn-first right into her backside. "Luna!" she screamed, "Get thy head out of our butt! What ever art thou doing up at this hour?"
"We could ask the very same as thee, sister. And this would not have occured if thou had not stopped so suddenly."
"Or maybe thou should have minded thy own business." Celestia shot back. "Besides, thou did not have to spy if thou wished to know what we were up to. Come this way, sister. We have a secret to share."
Celestia's horn glowed to show the rest of the way as she led me to the very back desk of the library. What was this? There was nothing to see but two gold figures. One was a moon and the other one, a sun. Above, a stained glass window potrayed two alicorn mares. "Sister, we do not understand." I said.
Celestia looked to me then to the glass, her horn glowing brighter than ever. "Stand back, sister."
I complied. What else could I have done? I can think of what I really should have done: Run. But I was just too consumed by fascination with my older sister.
The window opened up to reveal another hall. You have to fly a little to reach it, so no unicorns possibly could enter. Celestia flew up first. "Had she done this before?", I thought to myself, though it was obvious she had
"Coming up?" Celestia taunted, "Or art thou chicken?"
Determined to fit in with my admirable elder sister, I hastily flew up to join her. What I found in the next room was not anything a filly my age should have been exposed to.
Luna looked over to Inky Quills, red-faced with embarrassment. "I'm not really sure if I should put the next part in a newspaper for all to read. But if I skipped, wouldn't it leave a gap in the story?"
Inky put down his pen next to the sill. "No ink, no problem." he responded. He was so into her tale by now, that he could care less for the paper. He hungered to learn more about his Princess of the Moon. His thirst could only be quenched by her words alone. "Tell me more, please, my kindest princess."
Luna smiled at the enchanted reporter. He was not her first fan, but certainly the first to make her feel this special. Feeling a need to further encourage his adoration, Luna said to him, "Only for you, my loyalest subject. We left off at the secret chamber, correct?"
"Yes. What was in there wasn't for any filly to see but your sister led you there purposely." Inky added.
Luna smirked at Inky. She would have kissed him, if it were legal for highest royalty to have such interactions with common pony. So, instead, she brushed a hoof over his foreleg and whispered lightly to him. "And I thought you were just staring at my mouth the whole time."
This sent shivers through Inky's body. He felt his previous boner rising once more. "Oh sweet Luna. Please don't notice. Please" he thought.
If Luna did notice, she wasn't saying anything. Inky leaned forward, concealing his stallionhood further. "Um...So... Let's start again where we left off?"
Luna giggled to herself. "Certainly."
"Dust flew up ahead of me as I followed devotedly behind Celestia through the secret corridor. To my relief, it wasn't very long before we stopped. A very tiny door stood in front of us that an adult-sized pony would have to duck to fit through. Unlike other doors in the castle, it was a dusty, plain darkwood. Come to think of it, the corridor as a whole, seemed to lack any sort of asthetic beauty.
Celestia's horn emmited the sky-blue light, engulfing the ugly door. It slid to the side rather than opening on a hinged frame. When I entered the room, my filly eyes grew big with shock and despair.
"What in Equestria is this?" I gasped. It was the biggest stash of buck I'd ever seen. My older sister was into drugs!
I couldn't contain myself. I said what I probably shouldn't have. Celestia was a teenager and knew well enough magic than I could ever imagine. "Mother and father shall recieve news of this."
"Indeed they will." Celestia said with a smirk before teleporting away. I had not a clue what I was in for but in the next five minutes, I was sure to find out. I heard Celestia's voice again soon after.
"Mother! Father! Come! Swiftly!" she pleaded. Soon all three family members stood before me. "We followed her here." Celestia lied.
Mother's eyes burned with fury. Father's froze over with disappointment.
That night was my last night at home. The next day I would be moved to magic bootcamp, where they made robots out of even the most rebelious of fillies"
Inky yawned then. Not because he wasn't interested, but because he'd never stayed up so late. But he could not fall asleep without knowing how it ends. Do the parents find out the older sister is a fraud or does she get away with it? Inky tried his best to fight it, but his eyes hung low unwillingly.
Luna nudged him, snapping him out of his sleepiness. She guessed this probably worked like a bedtime story. Inky held his eyes wide dutifully. "I'm wide awake, princess. Please do continue."
"Um Inky," Luna replied, "I realise this is late for you. Would you like to come back and visit tomorrow night? I would be glad to continue, so long as you remind me where to start."
Inky considered this a moment, then said to the sweet princess, "Farewell then, fair Luna. Parting is such sweet sorrow." In one bold move, Inky then scooped up the alicorn's dark blue hoof and kissed it. His passion would still burn deep into his dreams.
