Split Shift

Celestia yawned aloud, stretching her arms and back ungracefully as she returned to her chambers at sunset to find her little sister awake and ready for the night, per usual. The longtime ruler of Equestria strode to her bed where Luna sat with her computer. The laptop’s bright screen shone her bespectacled face, a faint rosy pink cutely covering her cheeks.

“Luna,” Celestia said in her knowing tone. “What depraved knaves are you humoring tonight?” Celestia asked as her knee pressed into the large, soft, comfortable bed.

Luna didn’t say anything, but did look up when she felt her sister climb onto the white and gold bed. “N-no, big sister, it’s nothing like... that. I learned my lesson,” she said with an embarrassed grin.

“Good,” Celestia said as she climbed onto her own bed, the round, wide platform so familiar to her. She laid next to her sister, observing an uninteresting video before her. She glanced at the ceiling, something she had done trillions of times, and grinned up at the familiar painting. The portrait of the countryside bathed in dawn and backed by purple mountains was no less crisp than the day she had watched her sister finish it. The end of her watch, and the beginning of Celestia’s, was a special time.

The inverse, a much simpler sunset, adorned Luna’s chambers. Celestia’s skill with a paintbrush was deplorable in comparison to her little sisters, but she could write a more descriptive tale. Still, the gift of ceiling decor was a very special bond between the two royal sisters.

Celestia jumped a tiny bit as Luna offered an earphone, holding a tiny black and red bud to Celestia’s face. She rolled onto her side, careful her large chest wouldn’t encroach upon her or her little sister’s view, and took the speaker without a word. Celestia rested her head on her sister’s shoulder, suddenly very sleepy.

“You can close your eyes, sister,” Luna softly spoke. “It’s just a song, one I thought you would really like.”

Closing her eyes was what Celestia longed to do after a particularly long day. First, there was paperwork, paperwork, litigation and bickering to settle, bucks to stop before they passed again. After noon, news of an infestation on the east coast cut her visit to her favorite pupil short. Seeing a population center safe from parasitic flies made Celestia’s stomach turn, and she had skipped her late dinner with her favorite student. She felt sad that Twilight Sparkle had had made such a fuss, but she seemed busy with her own problems. The evening... Celestia groaned and forced those thoughts out. Her day was done, and Luna’s music always helped her relax.

After the princess of the night pulled up the sleeve on her blue long-sleeve shirt and tapped the spacebar, however, Celestia didn’t want to sleep. The hip-hop beat took her completely by surprise. It possessed something much more complex than the poor boom-chick most modern dribble claimed to be a beat. The somber, wailing violins and driving bass and marching kit all combined miraculously. The beat alone made the sun’s princess look up to her sister, who half-sat with a grin splayed wide across her face.

“Not the boring lullaby stuff you enjoy, I know,” Luna whispered. Her young face and silly grin betrayed the alcoholic poet’s song. Celestia smiled back, merely smirking as Luna bobbed her head. She was too cute, even as a smooth-voiced rapper spat about the dualities of perception. Celestia stared forward past Luna’s cute collarbone, her pillows, the dressing blind, and the wall beyond. Carefully, she sat up and watched the video. A thick white guy bobbed around and kept spitting his lines.

He had nothing but the comfort of his friends, his sins, the pain that he referred to, the seas under the light of the moon and the darkened corners of new and familiar rooms. Celestia found herself biting her lip and thinking deeply after each quick line. The music was enchanting, better than slam poetry in content and in musicality. The food for thought stuck to the inside of Celestia’s cranium as the music continued on without any words, just the beat drumming on.

Luna closed her computer and set it aside, groaning just a little as she nuzzled into her sister’s embrace. Celestia’s face warmed as her little sister, so adult in stature, pressed her collar into her large breasts. Celestia wrapped her arms around Luna’s petite body and laid her cheek on her head.

“H-oh...” The day princess relaxed as her sister giggled, slipping her hand under her dress. Luna took a delicate handful of Celestia’s heavy, soft, hot breast, like she had done many times before. Since her return from the moon, and the events henceforth, Celestia had kept herself a bit guarded. Needlessly so, it would seem. Celestia smiled and relaxed, moaning and cooing her sister on. She kissed her tender forehead and let her dress get messed up. Celestia ripped the thin white cotton dress in two down the middle, winking at Luna’s shock. The gesture was an open invitation.

Luna groaned in her throat and unhooked the front clasp of Celestia’s bra. “Ah, now that’s the shit I like,” Luna said half to herself, taking both bare tits in her grabbers. She sucked one pink nipple into her mouth, the tan of Celestia’s chest contrasting with the milky, soft tone of Luna’s face. Celestia adjusted and stroked Luna’s pretty blue hair, laying her head back as her sister gently sucked away.

Celestia let her eyes shut and stay that way as Luna’s gentle lips sucked somewhat softly. The surface graced Celestia’s nipple as Luna began sucking harder, squeezing the other fleshy globe roughly. Celestia’s womanhood ached more and more, but her bed was so comfy. She slipped her knee up Luna’s thigh and pressed up into her sister’s crotch, halting everything.

“J-just a quickie, then?” Luna whispered up at her sister.

A knock came on the door, shattering the moan-sprinkled silence. Celestia sat up instantly, nearly throwing her cute sister off, and fixed her bra.

“My princess,” a deep voice spoke through the door. “The time for the rising of the moon is-”

“Upon us, We know!” Luna shouted at the door, spittle drying on her lips. “UGH!” Celestia smirked as Luna fell to her chest again, gently nuzzling into her sister’s tits. All fearful inhibitions the sun princess had before had melted with her heart. Nothing evil could be that adorable. And, admittedly, pretty damn sexy. Luna’s perfectly adequate breasts pushed into her tight-fitting cotton shirt, as did the rest of her torso. The garment fit her like a glove. Celestia was in love with the idea of taking it off slowly.

She shook her head. There wasn’t time to even cuddle. “Take a coat, sister,” Celestia said, rubbing Luna’s back gently.

“We will, sis- I will, sister. The high speech has changed in my absence... I have noticed. It is... not difficult, but annoying. The slang is easy enough, especially the gangster shit, but, I can hardly use that outside of bed, now can I?”

“You’re doing wonderfully, Luna. If you get a minute, and if you, ya know... want to, I’ll sleep right here.” Celestia let her longing out through her eyes. Luna saw, and returned it. The intimate air was thick and warm, like a nice cup of hard cider, or a thick, warm latte with some brandy in it. Celestia knew she could use a drink and a poke.

“Don’t open that cabinet tonight,” Luna barely whispered. “Alcohol inhibits clear dreams.”

I know I shouldn’t be surprised, but dammit, that’s just freaky. Celestia smiled and cocked her head, knowing full well of her little sister’s perception. “You saw me just glance, and you deduced that much?”

“You could not deduce that We-I wish to enjoy your dreams-” Another knock. “ONE MOMENT! Fuckin A. I shall explain in a few hours, all right? We are-” Luna shook her head and squeezed the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes tight. “I am sure I will have much paperwork to do. After that, however,” Luna said with a softening tone, her pretty teal orbs begging Celestia. “I’ll see you, alright?”

Celestia just nodded, looking over her little sister’s ever sexy, slim body. Celestia knew she herself had a little cushion for the pushin, and that shit was no good. “Tonight,” Celestia echoed softly.

Luna gave her sister an intimate kiss, no tongue, and left in a hurry, nearly forgetting her coat.

Celestia flopped heavily back onto her bed and closed her eyes to the light. She was too damn horny to just leave it be, but she was too damn tired to not to. She sighed and opened her eyes. The beautiful mural on the ceiling was a reminder of her sister’s talents.

But Luna doesn’t have double E-cups. Celestia smirked and sat up, her long, long hair an absolute mess. She held her heavy breasts and considered contacting a boyfriend on demand. She thought and thought about how good a nice, hard, throbbing cock would taste, feel inside her. Celestia squirmed in place and didn’t fight the flood of perverted thoughts. Her womanhood throbbed, hot for a touch. She knew most males she would call up would be intimidated. All would, who was she kidding? It wasn’t every night that you got to bone the fucking princess.

There was always her vibrator. Even if Celestia knew just how to tickle her own spots, she thirsted for a hung man to do it for her. It sounded selfish, yet right, a servant of her desires. In all her reign, Celestia had never had a steady relationship. Maybe, just maybe it was time to start.

The princess paced, turning over her thoughts. They traversed the earthly problems of finding a solution to the tax question, health care, the degrading social media, to the personal realm of her loneliness. She felt like drinking, but her best friend in the world told her not to, and she must oblige. Celestia knelt and looked at the closet door, and for some reason, tried to remember the contents beyond the white room.

“Let’s see... It’s been a while since I ever even looked in there. Clothes, old stuff I should sell or donate, probably. Hmm, could be good PR, the princess at the thrift shop. Suitcases, shoes, more shoes, jeez, what else?” Celestia smiled to herself and got up.

Just beyond the white door was a walk in closet, messy and a little dusty, unlike every other place in the castle. Celestia pulled a chain and her mouth dropped. The musty room was bathed in light, revealing clothes, shoes, more shoes, suitcases, an ancient printer (where the heck did that come from?), tacky blankets, dolls, some books, and the most precious of all, an old clarinet.

No way were the reeds still good. She could get some, she was sure, from the Equestrian Royal Philharmonic store room. She flipped the latches open on the dusty ebony case. They were stiff.

Celestia closed the two latches and brought her old instrument into the room, taking a beginner’s beginner book with her. She knew she knew the theory and notes and all that, but it couldn’t hurt to cheat. After calling for a set of Mitchell Laurie 2.75 and 3.0 reeds, and not answering any questions as to why, Celestia set about assembling the black instrument. The clarinet was a Buffet Clopton, a top of the line dust collector. Celestia grinned as she remembered just how to assemble it. She managed to get the ligature working as a familiar servant brought her her request.

“Here you are, my princess,” Maya, the best maid in the caste, said as she knelt, holding a selection of clarinet reeds up.

“Thank you very much, Maya. I’d offer for you to stay and converse, but I’ve had a long day. I really appreciate your swiftness,” Celestia said with a gentle hand on her chin. The way her pretty young servant blushed made the princess smile wide.

“Y-you’re mery velcome, m-my princess. Have a wonderful evening, my princess.” Maya’s face was completely crimson as she stumbled out, the smooth softness of her features like the surface of an inviting alien planet. Celestia clung to that image and closed the door behind her now clumsy subject. She really was cute, like her sister, but not as drop-dead gorgeous.

Celestia unfolded a chair and dragged out the old music stand from the closet. She was surprised at the readiness of the reeds. It was as if someone had wet them just for her. They tasted a little sweet. Had Maya done this?

The princess giggled as she chose to believe just that, then frowned as she was trapped in solace again. She stuck the 3 reed, a bit thicker than a beginner’s reed, in the ligature and fastened it perfectly flush. Celestia cleared her throat, stuck the wood on her teeth, and blew.

Nothing came but a duck call. Celestia coughed and fixed the neck piece, then tried again, getting an airy, but functional, tone. She blew with some more air and got the full, round tone she was aiming for.

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Now, if I could just remember...” Celestia trailed off and tried some fingerings, managing to play a C scale. She fought to remember all fifteen, which was really twelve, keys. Then the minors, mixolydians, and even dorians. She knew the B locrian, and that was her favorite. She didn’t need any other keys, as this was the easiest. Celestia played the hauntingly beautiful low tones, feeling her heart reverberate as she fluttered up and down with amazing grace. The minor she played surprised herself greatly with it’s simple, delightful mood.

The book, Celestia found, was insulting with it’s simplicity. She dug and dug in her cluttered closet until she found a book of advanced etudes and another with famous solos, all at least fifty years old, some nearing four hundred.

Her thumb stopped on an old polka-esque tune, but it wasn’t lame. No, the solo Carnival in Yokeskal was very fun. She played through the old tune with her full, fun, rich tone. The instrument warmed to her breath and gave forth it’s beauty freely. Before Celestia knew it, her throat was sore from playing. She sipped some water and sat down with renewed excitement for the instrument.

“Come on,” she said to herself. “What’s the most challenging... no, that’s WAY too much ink. That looks... no, fuck that time signature, I can’t figure that out right now. That’s boring... too hard... Oh, that... yes. Yes, this one!” Celestia set her large solo book down and stretched her fingers. On her right thumb was a red mark where the support dug into her skin. She didn’t care about that for the moment. “L’Guérisseur Sauvage,” Celestia read aloud. “Something healer,” she said to herself. “I need to work on my Fancy.”

She tapped out the beat, a good bit slower than 120 bpm, likely close to half that. The theme was serene, somber, haunting, dark, and lovely. The long and short notes fed each other well. She got the melody in her head before tackling the variations.

All but the last variation, with it’s sweeping arpeggios and frequent break-jumps were tough. Celestia was too out of practice to play it. The three other variations were the perfect mix of challenge and dancey play. The triplets of the second variation were especially fun.

Her face sore and her throat humming the lovely tune, Celestia wiped the inside of her instrument clean with the pull rag. She shined the wood with another, then finally, shut her case. Damn brass players don’t have to deal with this shit, Celestia thought to herself. The old band gripe reminded her of when she would sit in on the Philharmonic rehearsals, incognito of course.

All of the players, as freakishly talented and professional as they were, were mere band kids in tuxedos and nice dresses. Celestia loved one quiet woman in particular. Celestia thought of her face as she undressed for bed, and of her curvaceous body as she slipped under the covers in just her nightgown.

“Octavia...” Celestia mouthed as she shut her eyes, feeling the loving caress of her sister’s tender hands. “And Luna...” the day princess knew her sis was out in “the disk”, the unofficial name for the official royal office, signing petitions and reading possible bills and laws and all that horse shit. Celestia turned and tossed for a little longer, wishing a lovely lock of blue hair would tickle her nose, or a band of black hair would get stuck in her lips. Neither the sexy cellist nor the perfect midnight princess was in her bed, and that was the norm. Celestia thought of that creamy red planet surface, what sweetness it would taste like on her lips as she drew away.

* * *

“Impact with the planet surface: T minus forty-seven seconds, Captain,” a cold female computer voice stated. Celestia opened her eyes as alarms rang in her ears, sounding just like the blaring beep of Luna’s alarm for the evening, as faint as she heard it every night around two hours before sunset.

“Computer,” she said without knowing what she was going to say next. Her mind was sharp, though, and she was in control of the uncontrollable craft she found herself of the captain of. “Plot a course of all flat terrain. Water, if possible.”

“Scans state approximate moisture on surface at zero percent, Captain.”

“Then flat ground, I can already see rocky outcroppings.” A bright blue bolt tore through the atmosphere, missing the cockpit by less than a meter. “AND GET US THERE SAFELY!”

“Affirmative, Captain.” She hated that voice already. Captain Celestia, that was what she called herself now, as she knew just what was going on, turned and suited up in an instant. Her environment suit hugged her body close. Good thing she didn’t have those love handles anymore. Her admiration for the skin-tight suit was cut short by a hated female voice. “Impact in T minus thirteen seconds, Captain.”

“Shit!” Celestia strapped a full canteen and her trusted Protonic Inversal Atomization Ray. The sun’s Captain slung her weapon across her back and strapped into the pilot’s chair.

“Impact with Mayanmare surface imminent, Captain. T minus twelve seconds.”

“SHUT UP, I KNOW IT!” Celestia strapped in tight and stared at the shaking planet surface in front of her. Another blue bolt flew across her small craft again, this time taking a chunk of the cockpit. Had Celestia taken another second to admire her perfect ass, she would have been blasto’d. Her suit threw up a protective bubble around her head, saving Captain Celestia from certain suffocation.

A bubble of calm surrounded Celestia and her newly convertible spacecraft, protecting her as friction-heated wind tore her ship to shreds. The last thing she saw before hitting the planet’s surface was the subtitles of her ship’s computer: “T-minus 3 seconds, Captain.”