An Interview by Moonlight

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?"