The night holds many mysteries. Some known, others not so, but one mystery could not be answered no matter how hard one would search for a solution. Why does Baen like waffles so much? Currently the barbarian in question was happily digging into a plate of them while Twilight suppressed giggles.

She decided that as a special treat, that she, Baen and Spike would have breakfast for a meal. It was originally going to be breakfast for lunch, but Twilight had to get in some last minute spell theory and it turned into breakfast for Linner. One thing she could never get tired of was that adorable smile Baen got whenever he ate waffles. She ate the scrambled eggs that had been placed before her by Spike, who was happily munching on some quartz.

Gulping down his latest helping with a satisfied smile, Baen turned to Twilight, “I must commend Spike. He makes good waffles.”

Spike swelled a bit with pride, “Thanks, I aim please.”

Twilight shook her head with a small smile, “Well it was nice of you to join us for our,” she chuckled, “late meal.”

Baen nodded, “I was going to ask about that. What manner of spell were you crafting?”

Twilight brightened at the question, “Oh well actually it’s an enchantment, it’s supposed to bind any spell to an object for limited usage. For example, if I were to bind my teleportation spell to a rock or pendant…”

*BURP!*

Both ponies turned their heads as a scroll plopped on the table. Twilight raised an eyebrow as Spike beat his chest for a moment before stuffing his mouth with more gems.
Twilight raised a hoof to Baen as she unfurled the scroll and started to scan its contents. He expression transitioned from confused, to surprised, to puzzlement. She placed it down for a moment to gaze at Baen, before reading it over again.

“What’s the problem Twilight?”

Twilight lowered the scroll, “It’s from Princess Luna,” she scanned the scroll once more, “She’s…invited you to Canterlot to attend Night Court with her to, and I quote,” she cleared her throat, “Ease our boredom and have friendly company.”

Baen blinked a few times, “Really?”

Twilight nodded, “It says here exactly. Though I’m a little curious why she wants you of all ponies, I mean you’re not…,” she noticed Baen’s deadpan look, “well, I just don’t think you would do well in Night Court. It’s not really your thing.”

Baen smirked, “You doubt my ability of restraint?”

“Well, that’s one reason.”

Baen’s smirk grew wider, “You fear that I might take your lunar princess’ virtue?”

Twilight’s blush was reminiscent of a tomato as she sputtered, “N..No, it, what?”

Baen started laughing as Twilight puffed out her cheeks in mild frustration.

Soon the meal was finished, and Baen bid Twilight fair well and went to prepare for his evening’s events.

After a while of sitting on the train, Baen had arrived at Canterlot and he disembarked into the darkening streets. As he trotted along, he glanced at each pony he passed. Some turned their noses up at the veteran warrior while others gave him nods of respect. After a bit more of walking, he stopped when he noticed two things. One was that the normal gold armored guards were absent, instead in their place were dark armored guards…. and the other was that they had bat-like wings. Baen nodded with an impressed expression.

“Thestrals,” he walked to one of the bat ponies who eyed him curiously, “has been a while since I’ve seen your kind. Princess Luna is expecting me.”

The thestral nodded but stopped when Baen glanced at him and smiled while he casually said, “Élő, mint az éjszaka. Hosszú és erős.”

The thestral blinked in surprise but smiled a toothy grin and responded, “A hold végigvezeti Önt.”

Baen trotted into the darkened halls of the castle and looked around with intrigue. It seemed all the carpets that were usually a lush red had become a deep purple, and the tapestries bore Luna’s crest and colors. He nodded, so this was what one called a shift change. The decorum aside, he ventured through the main hall and came to the Throne Room. Pushing open the doors, he came into a strangely illuminated chamber.

All the candle holders and light sources burned with blue flames which cast a serene and calming glow. But what drew Baen’s attention was the smiling face of the pony sitting in the throne. Luna’s smiling face was calm yet bore a welcoming aura in its appearance, which Baen returned in earnest before approaching her.

“Ah Sir Baen,” Luna stated with a happy tone, “it is good to see you got our…I mean…my invitation. You seem well.”

Baen nodded as he approached, “Likewise your highness.”

Luna raised her hoof in a dismissing manner, “Please Sir Baen, there is no need for titles between friends. I ask that you call me simply, Luna.”

“If that is the case, Luna, you may just call me Baen as my friends do.”

Luna blushed lightly but nodded, “Very well.”

A thestral guard trotted in, “Princess Luna, Night Court is about to commence. Are you and your….guest, ready to begin?”

Luna sat tall and nodded, “Send them in.”

Baen and Luna then sat in Night Court and listened to all the complaints, requests, and pleas. Many were either considered or outright rejected on the grounds some of them were just ridiculous. After the court adjourned, Baen was led from the throne room through the castle. Luna and the barbarian trotted side by side as they ventured through the halls.

“I truly am glad you could come here this night,” she glanced at the warrior with a smile then sighed, “sometimes I still wish for the old ways to be in practice.”

“Hm?”

“Back before our banishment,” Luna corrected herself quickly, “MY banishment, I had free reign to reject outrageous claims. I remember I used to throw the book at them.”

“You imprisoned them?”

Luna chuckled, “No, I mean I threw a book of Equestrian law at them.”

Baen thought for a moment, “Hardcover or paper back?”

Both ponies shared a good laugh as they entered through a pair of double doors and into a large chamber. In the center of it was a bunch of beanbag chairs and at the far end was a balcony with a telescope.

“Where are we Luna,” Baen asked.

Luna smiled warmly, “This is my personal musing chamber, I come here after Court to unwind and reflect.”

Baen walked to the balcony and looked at the moon in all its glory, “It’s beautiful you know.”

Luna joined him as she glanced at the moon, “It is indeed. No pony knows how much work I put in each night. A canvas at my disposal to alter as I please,” her smile softened, “but I adhere to the design, as is my duty.”

Baen glanced at the princess as he gaze seemed to look into a far off place a single tear running from her eye, “Luna…is everything alright?”

“I was….merely thinking of the last time I deviated from the design,” she smiled warmly, “the way she smiled…they smiled. It warmed my heart so…”

Baen glanced at the princess and noticed one other thing, her royal adornments were gone, most likely removed upon entering and he failed to notice.

“What was this thing you did?”

Luna smiled, “One night, I remember I wanted to do something for mother, father, and Celestia. Something so special they would never forget it, a symbol of my love,” happy tears dripped from her eyes, “I remember the strength I put forth, the pain I had to endure as my strength was sapped. But in the end, I did it.”

Baen titled his head as she sat down still staring at the sky, “What?”

Luna pointed, “The Northern Star, the one star in the sky that burns brighter than any of the others,” Baen stared at the star in question, “I made it just for them.”

Baen could only stare in awe at the star, “You….you made that?”

Luna looked away but nodded, “Aye, I did. But alas, after I gave them this gift, I could never make another. I lack the sufficient power now to do so,” she looked at her hooves,
“Perhaps it was because I performed the deed so young it affected me in such a way.”

Baen sat beside her, “Such a gift was worth the strain,” he smiled as he glanced at the star, “to show such devotion, you deserved the love that is given to you.”

Luna stared at Baen in surprise. She had not expected such a comment from a story of her past, in truth she was expecting Baen to act as what all it was, a story to be told. She blushed as she looked at the serene barbarian; she tilted her head lightly and smiled. The way the moon and stars shined in his eyes, the light of the moon and how it framed him, she shifted slightly. Baen looked to her as she quickly looked to the sky.

“Well princess, It has been fun,” he stood slowly, “I would love to do this again sometime,” he slowly made for the door but stopped.

“Hold Baen….,” Baen glanced over his shoulder….and blushed hard.

Luna was standing, but the way she faced the window and how the light shined off her body, he was lost in the beauty of the night princess.

“Baen…might I be honest with thee?”

Baen blinked at her usage of her old tongue, “Please.”

Luna shuffled a little, her back still to him, “I….I have in truth been seeking somepony,” she shuffled, “a consort of whom I feel great love for and respect. But for many years I was always glanced over, living in my sister’s shadow and I thought nopony would come along that would capture my heart,” she blushed harder, “But Baen….I must say….you….have ensnared mine heart so,” she rubbed her forehooves together, “I think of thee most nights in my solitude and it is most pleasant. Therefore I asked you here for another motive.”

Baen blinked in surprise as he fully turned to face her…behind.

Luna inhaled and then exhaled with clam nerves, “Would thee….make love to us this night?”

Baen stood in complete shock at the statement, he was called being forward, but Luna….it was like she was a female version of him. He had to admit that she was indeed bold to outright ask him, and mind you, he considered it a few times. When he looked upon the princesses, he not just saw royalty; he saw two mares that held great power and beauty.

He had to admit, where Celestia was outright beautiful and held great warmth that welcomed many. Luna’s beauty was subtle and mysterious, just as the phase of the day she controlled. Each movement was graceful and smooth. Her body’s curves were subtle, and yet bore an envious figure. To have either of the royal diarchy as a bride would be a great achievement and honor indeed.

Luna lowered her head, “I was too forward, apologies,” she looked to the side in disappointment and mild sadness, “I’ll understand if this changes things between the two of us….”

Baen shook his head and approached her remaining silent.

“I’m more accustomed to how the ponies of old courted, always listing their intentions,” she mused silently, “If you wish to leaAAYA!” Luna snapped her neck around and blushed a deep crimson; Baen’s eyes were closed as he gently licked her left cutie mark.

“You forget Luna,” Baen said with a warm smile of his own, “I come from a time where we would jump to the deed with few words exchanged.”

Luna smiled, “Do you mean?”

Baen smiled as he kissed her right cutiemark and gave it a small lick, “Yes, my lady of the night.”

Luna’s hind legs fidgeted, “This licking of our marks, why do you do this?”

Baen smiled as he alternated between licking both, “It’s a ritual from my tribe,” he finished licking her marks, “it symbolizes how the warrior is willing to welcome his mate’s destiny to mingle with his.”

Luna let out a soft moan as he gently rubbed her flanks with his now exposed front hooves, “This however, is merely me getting a feel for you.”

Luna could feel her nerves becoming sensitive, as was the alicorn’s physiology during pleasure, soft pants escaped her lips as Baen smelled a familiar scent from her rear. In a flash however, Baen saw the blue rear move toward him and knocked him onto his back, his chestplate vanishing. Baen looked up at the looming rump above him.

“I believe we should introduce thee to a pastime of ours,” Luna purred, “moon gazing.”

She then lowered her hindquarters, and Baen’s snout was covered by the velvety softness of Luna’s butt. His eyes half closed as Luna panted and moved her hips a little, and then she let out a throaty moan of surprise. Baen’s tongue had slithered from his mouth and run swiftly up Luna’s marehood, her taste, it was like that of wine of the finest age. He then slowly shut his eyes and pressed his tongue to her slit.

“W..What ah! Is this you a…a…ah!”

Baen’s tongue gently slid along the princess’ folds, savouring the taste that graced his tongue and probing her inner depths before licking her button. Luna was…she didn’t know what to think. Her mind was an utter blank as this barbarian did something she had never felt before. Usually she would grind to stimulate herself to prepare for the rutting, but what he was doing was unlike anything she had experienced.

He was tasting her, testing her, pleasing her, and she loved him all the more for it. Her eyes shut as she basked in the pleasure, her body growing warm as pleasure lanced through her nerves. She opened her mouth small moans escaped her lips. As this act took place, she felt something primal at the back of her mind, a hidden desire. Her mind however was so clouded with lust that she couldn’t properly place it. Her pants grew deeper as Baen’s tongue breached her walls and entered her canal. But it was then that something happened.

As Luna panted hard, warmth rising in her tummy and slowly moving through her loins, a change was happening. Her pupils’ with each exhale of breath would turn to cat like slits but revert back on the inhale. Eventually, the warmth grew in intensity and she pressed back against his muzzle craving more. It was then that Baen’s tongue hit somewhere within her that she lost control. Letting loose a low and long moan of absolute bliss, her pupils became total slits as she came into the barbarian’s muzzle.

Baen drank her fluids as Luna panted, her eye color changing with her pupils. She looked down and her eyes widened in hunger at what she saw, Baen’s shaft standing proud. She slowly licked her teeth, the teeth in question sharpening into points slowly. Leaning down, she popped the tip of his shaft into her mouth, suckling on it hard before she started to bob on it.

Baen moaned deeply, but couldn’t help but feel something tracing dangerously close to his skin. Glancing down, he only saw a nice and moist opening, but he noticed something else. Luna was growing. He blinked in disbelief but groaned as she gave a hearty suck, her wings spreading as they turned jet black. Her rear seemingly growing with her body to proportion, he could only stare on in awe as she continued to change before his eyes.

He blinked a few times, and then he felt her take him into her throat and he lost it. His head hit the floor as her muscles worked over his stallionhood, he shut his eyes tight. Deep within him however, his instincts sensed an approaching threat and flared his Wrath aura on reflex. Luna’s change was almost complete into the mare of darkness as Baen was reaching his limit.

Luna....no…Nightmare Moon, removed the shaft from her muzzle and massaged it with her hooves, “Good little pony, show your lady what you have to offer her.”

She took Baen into her mouth and gave a mighty suck while gently tracing her teeth over the sensitive flesh. That did it. Baen let loose a loud moan as he came hard down her throat, Nightmare Moon drinking him all down before popping off once more. She stood up and stared down at Baen, her liquid like mane thrashing wildly.

“Is that all? Such a shame,” her horn started to glow dangerously, “for you.”

However, what she failed to realize was a crucial fact. When Baen had climaxed and blown his load into the Mare in The Moon, his Wrath aura had still been active and not only that, his old magic had gotten into her. Nightmare Moon froze on the spot and shook her head wildly as she screeched in mild pain, she then fell to the floor writhing as pain wracked her body.

Baen stood and stared down in astonishment at what he saw. Nightmare’s coat changed back to Luna’s color, her cutie mark and eyes soon following, but something else was at work. Luna’s mane returned to its original appearance, but she maintained Nightmare Moon’s length. Slowly the alicorn stood and stared down at the barbarian.

“What...,” she covered her mouth in surprise, “My….my voice….,” her voice, though still Luna’s, was much softer and flowed like the calmest stream.

She turned quickly and looked at herself in amazement in a mirror. Luna stared back at her, but the Luna that stared back….was far different. Gone were the features of her dark half, instead her features remained, but much smoother and youthful. Her body’s figure and stature were that of Nightmare’s but no more, they were now all her own. Her mane billowed lightly in its invisible breeze but was now in equal length to her sister’s and the stars within sparkled in a pattern continuously.

She was speechless, her look, her voice, it was a miracle. Gone were the separate personas and appearance of Nightmare Moon and Princess Luna, now the two were one. And yet, all that remained was Luna, Princess of Equestria and Ruler of the Night and its stars. Princess Luna looked at her body as it was.

“I’m….,” she stared at her reflection and unfurled her wings that were now proudly angelic like her sisters, “I’m….,” she looked at a picture of Celestia as her lower lip trembled and tears pooled in her eyes.

“Luna?”

Luna embraced the barbarian in a loving hug, “Baen, for the first time in my life, I feel complete,” she cried into his shoulder, “for this…I cannot thank you enough.”

Baen smiled, but blushed when he felt a certain southerner pop up front and center.

Luna purred in his ear which sent a shiver through him at her new voice, “Mmm, how could I forget. You’ve done your princess a great service and it’s only fit she does you the same, come my knight, let us be one this night.”

Luna pulled away and lowered her front, her new rear presented proudly in the air as she flagged him over. Baen nodded and trotted over to her, soon mounting the new Luna and pressing his head to her slit. Both holding their breath, he pushed in; moans of equal volume escaped them both. Luna’s blush became so red; it could be considered a new shade. Luna panted lightly and looked back at the barbarian as he started thrusting, her walls hugging his shaft and at the same time sucking him further into her body.

She moaned with each slap his body made against hers, he shaft throbbing within her warm love tunnel. Both ponies mated in bliss, Baen wanting to make Luna feel the love she wanted from the the stallion whom she chose to be the focal point of her affection, and Luna wanting to please the stoic barbarian. After many minutes went by, Baen’s pace increased as Luna’s hooves dug into the floor as her own pleasure began to mount. Unintentionally her horn started to glow with a royal blue aura tinged with mild silver.

“Baen, darling, I’m am nearing my ah!”

“As am I.”

Both ponies increased their lovemaking, Luna slamming against Baen to match his inward thrusts. Soon both ponies cried out and came hard. Baen unloaded his seed deep within Luna and Luna splashed his crotch with her juices. But then, something shocked them both. Luna’s horn discharged with a mass of light that traveled through the whole castle knocking loose dust free.

Baen and Luna slumped, Luna’s new wings flopping to her sides. Baen pulled out of her and the embraced each other, kissing the other lovingly. Baen then heard a knock on
the door and Luna snapped her eyes open. Looking to the side, she sent a wave of magic through the room, cleaning her, Baen, and the room up. Luna quickly adjusted her royal adornments size and donned them as Baen put his armor on. The door opened, and Celestia stood shocked.

“L…Luna, is that you,” The alicorn approached the other who matched her now in height.

“It is I, dear sister.”

Both alicorns nuzzled each other in happiness as Baen watched on and nodded.

Outside, beside The North Star were two new stars. One a rose red, and below it, a royal blue one.

A month passed by when news reached the ears of many of Princess Luna’s new appearance and her power. Truly now the sisters were equal.

Celestia smiled and looked at her sister lovingly, “This miracle, it truly is a gift.”

Luna nodded as Celestia looked away as the night princess rubbed her lower stomach and whispered softly, “But it is only the first gift, my dear sister.”

Author's Notes:

From Cryptic;
'Could this chapter be possible spin off fuel for other writers to use? Perhaps...'