Celestia’s mind refused to accept what she had just heard. It simply was not possible. It just could not happen. There was no physical way that it could have happened. She looked at her sister laying on the elevated examination bed. Luna was staring at the ceiling, her face completely blank.

“This cannot be possible.” Celestia stated. “My sister and I are sterile. We have been alive for untold centuries and this has never happened before. The magics we have channeled have made us as barren as the southern wastes.”

“And yet here we are.” Doctor Chamomile said. “Your sister is with foal.”

Celestia stomped her hoof, nearly cracking the tile underneath. “How?” She said, her face contorting. “How did this happen?”

“Well, sexual activity is the usual culprit.” Doctor Chamomile said.

Celestia glared daggers at the doctor, daring her to become insolent again.

Luna took a deep breath, trying to steady herself mentally. She watched the snow falling outside of the window. Nightmare Night had passed and it would be Hearth’s Warming Eve soon. She laid her head back on the pillow, her ears spilling backwards upon her bare head, her crown on a table nearby. She felt nauseous. She cocked her leg and farted loudly.

“I know how this happened. At least, I think I do.” Luna said, still staring at the ceiling. “I was in the dreamscape a while back. And I was pulled into a dream. A colt’s wet dream. It was a very physical dream.”

“You go into dreams all the time sister.” Celestia said, her tone bubbling with hot anger. “And I am sure you go into plenty of erotic dreams of all sorts of ponies. This has never happened before.” Celestia visibly shuddered in disgust. Luna’s night time activities made her skin crawl, but they had to be done.

“First time for everything.” Luna said, rubbing her belly. “I was pulled out of all of my other dreams and into this dream. My minimal essence became a full on manifestation, I took over the body of the school filly he was busy fornicating.” Luna heaved a sigh. “I woke up quite messily, forcibly tossed out of the dream when he climaxed, like a prophylactic shot through the air after a forcible ejactulation.”

“Luna, was that necessary?” Celestia said, shrugging in disgust. “We need to figure out how and why this happened. We shall have to summon this colt at once and determine the cause for this.” Celestia added.

“Are you sure this is necessary?” Luna asked.

“If what you are saying is true, then he pulled you out of other dreams and took liberties with your body. Imagine the harm he could cause if he went into the dreams of others.” Celestia reasoned.

“I suppose you are correct sister.” Luna said. “I will speak with my guard and have him brought in as soon as possible.” Luna fell silent for a moment. “He was a unicorn Celestia. I think he has shadow magic.”

“Unicorns cannot use shadow magic.” Celestia said. “Only the lunar pegasi have that ability.”

“I have shadow magic.” Luna said, making a casual dismissive gesture with her hoof.

“That is different and we both know it.” Celestia said in irritation.

“I’d like to do a few more tests if I may.” Doctor Chamomile said.

“Do as you need healer.” Luna said. “And Celestia, he did not take liberties with my body. I commanded him to keep rutting. It was quite pleasant. You cannot rape those willing. His manipulation of dream-stuff was equal to or exceeded mine own. No matter the outcome, I enjoyed my self.”

Celestia cringed away from her sister, her eyes narrowing, her ears folding against her skull.

“He was a lucid dreamer. He had excellent control over his dream form.” Luna said. “Too much control perhaps. He has made a barren mare pregnant.” Luna clucked her tongue. “Quite a feat I will confess.”

Celestia could stand no more. She flounced out the door and disappeared, leaving Luna alone with the doctor.

“Have you made peace with being an aunt yet?” Luna asked her sister during a shared meal. Luna’s breakfast and Celestia’s supper. Luna ate slowly and methodically, her breathing somewhat laboured.

“No.” Celestia said. “Not at all.”

“Are you not happy for me dear sister?” Luna said in wounded tones.

“Of course I am happy for you Luna. I am merely disturbed because of these means that this happened. If I wasn’t worried, I would be a terrible monarch.” Celestia said, having a sip of wine. She took a one sip, another sip, still another, and then gulped down the remainder of the glass.

Luna delicately nibbled a night blue tart frosted with the image of her cutie mark. There were at at least a half a dozen more, and they were quite good. They satisfied a certain… Craving.

“Celestia, you have at least ten to eleven months to make peace.” Luna’s tone was airy, teasing. She smiled faintly, an almost girlish giggle escaped her lips.

Celestia froze, her emptied wine glass still held aloft. She didn’t move for a while, her face emotionless, her demeanour unknown. Finally, a hint of a smile teased her snout.

“You know I’ll share, right?” Luna said.

Celestia could say nothing, she only swallowed a few times, her usually rigid ears now drooping to the sides, allowing a display of actual emotion usually not seen by the public.

“He will be brought here tomorrow.” Luna said.

Celestia nodded. “Luna…”

Luna turned to look at her sister, looking her in the eye.

“I’d like to share this experience with you. I would have never thought these moments possible. This is why I take students. Have a hoof in in the lives of promising students.” Celestia refilled her wine glass.

“I know dear sister.” Luna replied, turning her gaze to the deepening night just outside the window. There was the clink of armor as the guard shuffled near the door.

Celestia paced nervously, back and forth, each hoof carefully raised, tilted, moved, and then lowered. A perfect parade march back and forth through the antechambre that served as the entryway into the section that contained Luna’s private quarters. Luna was in her room, making ready. Celestia waited upon delivery.

She pondered about what it was like to wait upon the mail, her tension building.

Luna emerged, looking regal as always. She had her crown, her royal regalia, her shoes. Except something seemed off. Luna’s serious mein was gone, her face filled with a beaming smile. She looked radiant.

There was a commotion down the hallway, the sound of heavy hooves clattering over the floor. A guard leaned his head into the antechambre. “We have… A guest.” He said, his tone and selection of words chosen carefully.

Both of the sisters exited the antechambre, allowing the guard to lead them down the hall, through the commons, and into a small private room blessedly free from the public eye.

As they entered the room both of them froze. Both of them each saw something very different. Each of them had their own perspective, unique to themselves, distinct.

Celestia saw the colt that had violated her sister’s sacrosanct body and had left her in a delicate condition. She saw an instigator. A trouble maker. Her anger flared. She saw a colt that was about to answer for his heinous crimes.

Luna saw a stranger.

This was not the colt in her dreams. Her mind balked, trying to process this information. The dream image was always, always somewhat true to the original. Except that did not seem to be the case right now. The colt before her was utterly unlike his dream counterpart. Almost an opposite. He was peering at them both through thick spectacles with blue and black plastic frames.

And he looked terrified. Why shouldn’t he be?

The colt cowered, nearly losing it. Sweat poured from his body as he gazed at the sisters, his eyes going back and forth from Luna and then to Celestia, only to return to Luna.

“You remember me, yes?” Luna said, her voice uncharacteristically soft.

The colt nodded.

“You assaulted my sister.” Celestia said after a moment of searching for words, her nostrils flaring.

Luna glanced at her sister.

“What is your name?” Luna said. “We should start there.”

“R-r-r-r-r-rookwood.” Rookwood stammered, sweat pouring from his skinny body in rivulets.

“And what do you remember Rookwood?” Luna said, her voice sheer velvet compared to Celestia’s commanding tone.

“Only little bits and pieces. A dream. That’s all. I didn’t mean to dream about you. I’ll try not to do it again. I didn’t know it was wrong.” Rookwood was clearly terrified. “And I’ll get rid of that magazine with pictures of the Princess Cadance wearing that slinky dress to the gala. I’ll be good. I’ll try to be good. I didn’t mean to be a pervert.”

“Enough.” Celestia commanded, causing Rookwood to fall silent. He kneeled down to the floor and continued to tremble.

“Rookwood, it was a little more than a dream. And that is why you are here.” Luna said.

“Yes. You magically coerced my sister into your dream and assaulted her bodily.” Celestia growled.

Luna shot her sister another glance as poor Rookwood fell completely to the floor, groveling on his belly, his head pressed to the floor.

“I don’t see how.” Rookwood stammered. “I don’t have any magic. None at all. My parents took me to a specialist and everything. I have no spark.” Rookwood said, his words coming out in panicked blurted bursts. “But I did get a cutie mark after that night.”

“Rookwood, stop trembling. Try to get up.” Luna said soothingly. She turned to her sister. “And you need to calm thyself.” Luna’s words fell into old patterns, probably due to the stress of the moment.

“I will not be calm. He… He captured you. Drew you in using hostile magic. He assaulted you sexually and then left you with foal as a reminder of his little stunt.” Celestia said, her voice nearly a shout. “There was no chance at consent when he was already having his way with you. I do not care what you say to excuse the situation Luna or the matter of your own desires.”

A long string of whimpers came from Rookwood as he tried to become one with the floor.

“ENOUGH!” Luna shouted, causing the room to go completely silent.

“I thought it was just a dream.” Rookwood cried in strangled whisper after several long moments of silence passed.

“Get up.” Luna said.

Rookwood did not move. He gazed at Luna, and then Celestia. He closed his eyes and resumed cowering, trying to make himself look as pathetic as possible, his glasses askew.

“Rise.” Luna commanded.

Rookwood found himself doing exactly that. He looked down in confusion at his own traitorous limbs. “I don’t want to go to the moon.” He whimpered.

Luna became quite rigid, unmoving, her eyes wide in shock.

Celestia’s scowl intensified.

“It is not my intention to punish you.” Luna explained. “I apologise for your distress.”

“It is not Luna’s place to punish you.” Celestia said, butting in. “It is mine.”

“Celestia, enough.” Luna said. “Look at him. Ponies can die of fright you know.”

“I do not understand how you can be so dismissive of what he has done to you.” Celestia said.

“I could say the same of you Celestia, after what has transpired between us.” Luna replied coolly. She turned the full force of her stare upon her sister.

Celestia turned and left the room, her wings fluttering, her head bobbing, her mouth moving but no words coming out.

“F-f-f-f-foal.” Rookwood mumbled.

Luna nodded, saying nothing.

“H-h-h-how?” Rookwood stuttered

“That is the current mystery I was hoping to solve.” Luna said. “A miraculous feat seeing as how I am barren. And you clearly have some kind of magic. You pulled me into the dream. You completely altered your dream self to an ideal form, an impressive task, seeing what you have to work with.”

“What is to be done with me?” Rookwood said, gulping and swallowing.

“You shall remain here as my guest for the time being.” Luna replied.

“Are the guest rooms down under the castle?” Rookwood choked out in a hoarse whisper.

“Mine sister is currently in a fit of pique.” Luna explained. “She will be most unbearable for the time being. But no, I do not intend for you to stay in those particular guest rooms. I would not have the father of this foal imprisoned simply because of my sister’s current state of agitation.”

“I do not remember much. Only bits and flashes. Little bits.” Rookwood blushed. I thought it was only a dream. Honest, had I known that it wasn’t a dream I… I…”

“You would probably have kept going considering the position you were in. Biology is difficult to deny.” Luna said.

“I don’t know.” Rookwood admitted. “I’d like to think I was above that.”

“Our dreams reveal our innermost selves and desires.” Luna replied. “If I had commanded you to stop, would you have?”

Rookwood shrugged. “I’d like to think I would have…” he said, “but look at me. I am a pathetic loser. That is probably the closest I am ever going to come to banging a mare.”

“Banging a mare.” Luna said, pursing her lips. “Such crass vulgarities are sure to endear you to the fairer sex. I know that I am most aroused at this moment. Practically dripping.”

Rookwood turned away. “Right now, I am a pathetic virgin that is about to become a father.”

Luna snorted, failing to restrain a laugh, causing Rookwood to hang his head in shame.

“Go ahead and laugh. Everypony else does.” Rookwood said, his cheeks blazing.

“I wasn’t laughing at you.” Luna explained. “But this situation has become absurd.”

“My parents are going to kill me.” Rookwood said.

“We shall have to explain this matter to them once we discover what happened.” Luna said, nodding. “And that is why you are here. You have an interesting cutie mark. What appears to be a shadow. All of this is proving most interesting.”

“And what is to become of me?” Rookwood asked. “After all of this is sorted and settled?”

“I do not know.” Luna replied. “But there is time enough to deal with that issue later.”

Author's Notes:

Plot development.

Alas poor Rookwood... We knew him well.