Author's Notes:

Again, I would like to apologise for the lack of updates. WoW:Mists of Pandaria has been kicking my butt, and between that infernal black-hole of time-wasting, trying to find a full-time job, DMing for two separate tables and a dose of writer's block, it took forever to get this chapter out.

There is a segment of this that does involve a Filly in what could be construed as a sexual situation, but it was never my intent for it be be considered such. Please give me your feedback, as always.

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And the plot thickens! Or is that sickens?

CHAPTER 12

Twilight is a lesbian. Our Twilight is a lesbian. Rainbow Dash screamed internally in frustration.

On one hoof, she was elated that her friend had finally come out of the closet, partly because Rainbow felt she’d be happier, partly because now Pinkie owed her a hundred bits.

On the other hoof, she was mortified because it wasn’t her who had broken Twilight out of her shell … or dragged her into the closet for some desperately needed sexing. Either phrase worked. Rainbow swore all Twilight needed to stop being a neurotic wreck was a daily orgasm or five.

Twilight had been a virgin. A virgin. Rainbow was enough of a narcissist to understand that she would have enjoyed immensely being the benchmark by which Twilight measured every other lover in her life, and had come to accept that she was a big enough softie that having an actual, honest-to-Faust steady Mare-friend would be better for her than the array of ‘friends-with-benefits’ she had in Cloudsdale and Ponyville.

And if she was going to have a Mare-friend, it had to be somebody awesome. Rarity was just not even in the running, Pinkie Pie would be exhausting to live with, Applejack had clearly stated that her farm came before everything and Fluttershy was blatantly set on Big Mac.

Which had left either Rainbow Dash’s friends-with-benefits, most of whom just wanted to keep on being just that and nothing more, or Twilight Sparkle. The incredulity of spending her life with a bookworm, even an adventurous crazy bookworm with more magic than any Unicorn Rainbow had ever met had made it difficult for Pegasus to take asking Twilight out seriously, but now …

About halfway back, the muttering between Rarity and Applejack had finally congealed in Rainbow’s brain, all the comments and awkward moments coming together, painting her a very blunt picture of what had happened.

Twilight had not only had her cherry popped by another Mare while within Rainbow’s ‘territory’, so to speak, but it had been Luna, the Goddess of the Night, who had done it.

How am I supposed to compete with that? She’s the Goddess of the Night, fer Faust’s sake! All those old books Twilight was reading after Nightmare Night said Luna was also worshipped as the Goddess of Fertility and Sex, back before she went nuts and turned into Nightmare Moon. Scrunching up underneath the blanket, Rainbow bit her bottom lip in thought as she tried to work her way through her thoughts. So, Twilight, who I really wouldn’t have objected to waking up next to, is now so far out of my league that I’m never going to have a chance to tell her I was looking for something less flashy and more permanent unless ... okay, how do I get her back? Nothing’s impossible, I’m Rainbow Danger Dash, Wonderbolt Second Class, Bearer of the Element of Loyalty and the only Pony to perform the Sonic Rainbow in the last thousand years.

Okay, so I’m cute as all hell, not an ounce of fat where it’s not needed, perky, flexible … Luna’s a Goddess who is physically perfect … buck.

Alright, I’m famous, got several product-placement contracts so I’m loaded, I’ve got a swanky pad above Ponyville that’s a literal mansion … Luna’s a Princess of an entire nation who lives in Canterlot Castle with her own division of the Royal Guard at her beck and call … buck!

For the first time since the Young Fliers competition in Cloudsdale a two years ago, Rainbow Dash found herself crushed under doubt. Every time she tried to think of an area where she could compete with Luna, she came up short against the Princess, or what she thought she knew of the Princess.

But if there was one thing in Equestria that could motivate Rainbow Dash, it was a competition ...

So all I’ve got is speed, and I’ve known Twilight longer than Moonbutt the Moody. Rainbow sighed, gnawing on a hoof in frustration as her guts tied themselves in knots at her nervousness and self-doubt. So the only way to win this, to get Twilight back and get everything back to normal, is to rely upon those two things.

A plan slowly came together in Rainbow’s mind as she lay under the blanket, making the Pegasus smile ferociously as she considered how best to use her loyalty to Twilight to fight Luna for the purple Princess’s heart.

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“We are seriously doing this again?” The dusky-blue Alicorn asked, eyebrows raised as she watched Twilight add more runes and lines to the magic circle.

Already taking up the bulk of the floor-space in the tent, Luna’s eyes swum as she tried to follow all the inter-connected circles, runes and various spell-work, but found her eyes watering from the strain. Whatever Twilight was doing, at least, there was a plethora of minor spells that seemed to be devoted to either grounding loose arcane magic into the earth or some sort of transmutation spell, but the runes were different than the ones she knew, belonging to younger, more complex schools of magic that had been developed during her banishment.

“Well we … uhm … blew off a lot of steam last night, and this morning, so it should be okay … right?” Twilight offered, grinning sheepishly. “If your spell to control your estrus is really being eroded by the Sympathy, then we need to … uhm … master how it affects us before your spell fails completely. And practice makes … perfect?”

“I would believe you more if your tail wasn’t waving like a flag, Twilight.” Luna replied tartly, but grinned afterwards to take the accusation out of her words.

“No no no no, I’m not a p-p--pe-pe-per-pervert! I just want this to … work!” Blushing, Twilight did a poor imitation of Fluttershy by trying to hide her face behind her mane, which failed utterly given how short she kept it cut.

“By trying the very same method that had us rubbing each other silly?” Luna teased, chuckling as Twilight’s spluttering rebuttals increased at the same tempo as the waving of her tail.

Finally getting that Luna was only teasing her, Twilight finally managed to get a hold of herself and replied, forcing her tail back down through sheer force of will. “No, no, not the same method. We’ll be lying apart, on opposite sides of Empathy’s Core, with only the points of our horns touching over the crystal.”

“And this will work becaaaaaause ….?” Looking at the chalk-circle, Luna tried to grasp the nature of the runes involved, but whatever magic Twilight would be invoking, it was obviously of a school developed while Luna had been imprisoned in Nightmare Moon and caged on the moon.

“If we are not in full contact with each other, we should be able to hold onto our self-control for longer.” Twilight explained, feeling much better with the conversation switching to safer, less sex-prone topics. “Also, with the magic meeting directly over the Core, it should be immediately funnelled into the crystal.”

“And the magic circle around Empathy’s Core?” Luna asked.

“Insurance. I don’t think Starswirl ever intended for this device to ever handle the power of two Alicorns. Even drained as we are, we’re still fundamentally more powerful than the average Unicorn, and we are drawing magic from the world faster and in greater quantities than any Unicorn could.” Twilight pointed to the several larger runes which had been surrounded in turn by concentric circles of their own, each filled with small, almost illegible runes again. “The magic circle should suck up any magic that escapes the Core and funnel it down into the ground, rather than letting it run wild through the Everfree Forest.”

“Aaaah, so it’s a grounding circle. I was confused, most runes in a magic circle are normally used to funnel magical energy into specific vessels, not just the ground.”

“Oh, you mean Square Root’s hypotenuse theorem? Yes, normally they do, but I’ve linked them to a triple-strength mana-diffusion spell, see, right there? Each circle is its own diffusion spell, linked together to allow them to shunt excess mana from each other into each circle’s transmutation runes, and rune is surrounded by its own miniature circle to draw in as much of the diffused mana as it can?” Twilight pointed to the specific runes that had drawn Luna’s attention earlier.

“….. Those are separate magic circles? How in Equestria did you manage to keep them accurate when the runes are so small?”

“Practice. At the rate Spike goes through gems, I started practicing on transmuting stone and dirt into gems, and found that the smaller the transmutation spell is inscribed, the greater the heat and force it can generate, within reason to the surface it’s inscribed upon.” Puffing out her chest in pride, Twilight expounded upon the magic-circles, obviously proud of her work. “I’ve only learned how to create diamonds, and coal by accident when I misaligned the transmutation spell one time.”

“Are you telling me you learned how to make diamonds? Twilight, that’s one of the hardest and most expensive materials in Equestria, and you figured out how to make it with just a simple spell?” Dropping her head to stare at the magic circles, and the transmutation spells inside them, Luna’s head hurt as she imagined the logistics of such spell-casting would require, let alone the fine control of the levitation spell required to make the circles so small and yet still functional.

“Well … yes. I’ve been practicing on making other types of gems, but right now all I’m able to make is diamonds. And coal.” Twilight coughed, feeling suddenly self-conscious about her work. What if Luna finds a flaw? I’m going to look like an idiot after patting myself on the back like that!

“Oh my Faust, you’re going to annihilate our economy if this gets out ….” Luna muttered, lifting her head back up and giving Twilight a nervous smile. “Uh … how do you pay your bills again?”

“Yeah, Celestia was quite concerned about that, so she made me Pinkie-Promise to never over-use the spell or allow any other Pony to see the formulae for the spell-work.” Shaking her head rapidly, Twilight attempted to explain the situation without digging herself a deeper hole. “I get a cheque each month from Ponyville as a civil servant for my work in the library, and a small stipend from Princess Celestia as her personal student for supplies for my experiments and research materials.”

“Well, that’s a small blessing. So, what will happen to the ground when~” Luna began, before Twilight interrupted her.

“IF! IF! We shouldn’t have a problem this time!”

“~IF, then, if the energy overflows and the magic circle does what it’s supposed to?” Luna finished, rolling her eyes but smiling at Twilight’s faith in her spellwork.

“Uh … it should turn the ground under our tent into solid coal.” Twilight answered after a minute of awkward silence, blushing and dropping her face into her hooves when Luna burst into laughter.

“…Oh dear.” Luna managed to squeak out after her giggle-fit finally released her.

“Look, it was either coal or diamond, that’s the only two types of transmutation I know off the top of my head without my books nearby.” Grumbled the purple Alicorn, before giving Luna a playful raspberry when the Lunar Princess descended into another fit of giggles.

“Well, we need the practice to control our Sympathy, and I’m sure Ponyville wouldn’t say no to a large deposit of coal for free when winter comes ‘round.” Luna offered, when Twilight began to pout.

“Right, okay, so we’re … good?” Twilight asked as another awkward silence began to build.

“I trust that you have done everything you can think of to make this safe.” Luna replied, reaching a hoof over Empathy’s Core to rub Twilight’s shoulder in a reassuring manner. “And to be honest, Twilight, my knowledge of this artefact is no greater than yours. We lose nothing by trying.”

“Uhm, if we have a repeat of last night, I … ah …”

“Twilight.” Luna began, only for a stammering, rapidly reddening Twilight kept on babbling, overcome with nervousness again.

“I just want you to know that I didn’t mean to … wait, no I do want to, but not without your permission, but I … ah, what I mean to say is ...”

“Twilight!” She said again, louder, to no effect on the stammering purple Princess.

“I just don’t want you to think that I am a per-fffmph!”

“Mmmmm ….” Luna lunged forwards, sealing Twilight’s lips with her own, the younger Alicorn blinking rapidly at the ‘attack’ before giving a happy, muffled moan and leaning into the kiss.

After separating, Luna shook her head and gave a quick, mischevious grin to her lover. “Twilight, you are indeed a pervert, for which I am very grateful. Eleven hundred years with not a single lover, and when I return to Equestria, I find myself in your very eager hooves.”

“Eleven hundred years …” Twilight whispered, eyes big as saucers as she thought about that. “Wow, so you must have been, uhm …”

“I had quite the backlog of frustrations, yes. Hence why I am nervous about this ‘test’. As fun as last night was, Twilight, I have over a thousand years of ‘itch’ to scratch.” Luna explained, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment, and guilt that Twilight had been deflowered so crudely.

“Oh, so I didn’t really … you just responded so well …” Twilight mumbled, looking crushed.

“Twilight, neither of us is exactly an expert at pleasuring other Mares. And considering why we’re out here, I’m fairly certain you knew exactly how good you were making me feel!” Luna replied swiftly, blushing furious crimson as her mind caught up with the words coming out of her mouth just in time to cringe.

Her cringe turned into a wordless squeak of protest as Twilight’s tail began flailing back and forth excitedly, even as the purple Alicorn’s hooves came up to her face to hide her blush … and a grin.

“Just … just … let’s just get this started, dammit.”

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“Spike?” Applejack asked as the trio sat in one of Ponyville’s few restaurants, having claimed one of the smaller, more private booths at the back of the building, herself and Rarity on their second bottle of wine, the baby Dragon on his fifth banana sundae.

“Yeah, Applejack?” Spike replied, shovelling the ice-cream down his throat at almost the same speed Rarity was guzzling her wine.

“Yah knew what the birds an’ the bees meant already, didn’t yah?” Applejack’s statement drew a spit-take from Rarity.

“Yup.” The Dragon said, barely slowing his gorging on ice-cream to speak. “Twilight made me sit down for a two-hour presentation when she had her first period and told me all about Pony reproduction.”

Applejack just stared at the Dragon with her mouth half-open, while Rarity’s mouth moved silently, mouthing the words ‘period’ ‘spike’ and ‘presentation’.

“Yeah, she even made a slide-show. So yes, I know, in excruciatingly horrific detail, what Twilight is getting up to.”

There was a moment of silence, broken only by the steady slurping of Spike as he powered through his ice-cream treat, before Rarity finally managed to find the strength to speak.

“S-so Spikey-wikey, why on earth did you make Applejack and I believe you didn’t know about … things? We ran through half of the town before Applejack thought to bribe you into silence with ice-cream!” The white Unicorn hissed angrily, although she was looking particularly green in the face, probably from the thought of what the local gossip-mill would make of her being chased through town by a furious Applejack calling her a bitch and demanding she come back and show some responsibility, with Spike clinging to Applejack’s tail and loudly demanding to know what a ‘lesbian’ was.

“An’ ya’ll are tellin’ me that Twilight told yah ‘bout dem lesbians when ya’ll was jus’ a lil’ …” Applejack added, looking decidedly green herself.

“What? No, of course not, I just got an in-depth lecture about how Ponies fell pregnant.” Spike explained.

“That’s … that’s better, I think.”

“Twilight’s mom, Twilight Velvet, told me all about Filly-Foolers, Colt-Cuddlers and inter-species romance shortly after that.”

Once again, the table was gripped with silence as two now-very green-looking Mares gave each other startled looks.

“Wh-wha-wha-whaaaaat? Buh … dat don’t … why …” Applejack stammered, apparently unable to fully process what she’d heard.

“Why would Mrs Velvet do that, Spike?” Rarity spluttered, suddenly wishing she hadn’t had all that wine to calm her nerves.

“Well, I was a little confused from Twilight’s lecture at the time, and Twilight’s mother writes the ‘Hoof Wetter’ series, so I thought if anyone could explain what she was on about, it would be Velvet.”

“Wait! Wait!” Rarity demanded, slapping a hoof onto the table. “Are you telling me Twilight is the daughter of one of the most infamous erotic authors in living memory? You got your ‘birds and bees’ advice from the author of a series so infamous for their graphic detail of inter-species coitus and pan-sexual characters that they have to be printed in Neighpon because nopony in Equestria will dare to admit they are involved in the production process?”

“Huh?” Applejack and Spike said together, giving Rarity a puzzled look.

“I think I need more wine …” The Unicorn mumbled to herself, skipping the glass and going straight for the bottle.

“ ‘Scuse me, can ah have some cider, black label, in the biggest mug ya’ll have got, please. This is gonna be one of them nights.” Waving a waiter down for her order, the Farm-Pony turned her attention back to Spike. “An yah didn’t answer the question. Why did yah put me an’ Rares through all that if yah already knew ‘bout all this?”

“Because you all left me behind.” Spike snapped after a few moments of silent, sullenly staring at his empty bowl of ice-cream before starting to hiccup, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to not cry. “I haven’t seen Twilight in almost a month, and you guys ditch me after bullying the secret out of me, and you didn’t take me w-with you to see my big si-sister.”

“Oh Spikey …” Rarity sighed and scooted along the curving bench to wrap her front-legs around Spike and pull the baby Dragon into a hug, sighing as she felt his short, stubby arms grip tightly onto her barrel. “We keep forgetting, you’re so mature for your age, but you’re still a baby Dragon.”

When the waiter came back, carrying a massive pewter mug, he found the two Mares holding a sobbing baby Dragon between. Unwilling to risk a scene, or aggravating the situation further, especially when it involved two of the Elements of Harmony, infamous for the sheer amount of weirdness that followed in their wake, he quietly placed the tankard down and bolted for the next table, leaving the trio to their group hug.

No tip is worth getting caught up in their catastrophies! The waiter thought, shuddering at the image of being dragged along on one of the infamous ‘Friendship Quests’, as he took the orders of a cross-eyed Pegasus and her brown-coated Earth-Pony boyfriend.

“Tell yah what, Spike, next time we go to visit, ya’ll come with us. I’m sure Twilight’ll be delighted to spend time with you ‘gain, an’ Luna will want to get all the details on Twilight from yah.” Applejack offered, feeling more than a touch of guilt. They’d just up and gone after Twilight without even bothering to ask in Spike had wanted to come, and he was Twilight’s brother, in every way that counted. And for an Apple-family Pony, the thought of family being hurt cut deep.

But still, a part of her wondered just how well Spike would adapt to having to share his ‘big sister’ with somepony who might very well become the new center of her world.

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“Honey …”

“One more time, Shiney, please?”

“Honey, it was five times yesterday, and three times today. No. You were barely able to walk yesterday, Faust only knows if you’re going to be able to even move in the morning if we keep going.” Shining Armor replied firmly, trying his best to ignore his wife’s cutely-pouting face, or the way her wing-tip was lightly trailing up and down his chest.

Normally, Celestia would have immediately responded to anything that might have threatened her ‘niece’ with a battalion of Royal Guards armed to the teeth and ready for war, with a score of the best and brightest of the Royal Mage Corps standing by to teleport Cadence to safety, but the reply had only arrived the next morning with a simple flash of Dragon’s Fire from Cadence’s horn, like any other letter.

To Shining Armor and Cadence Armor

Let me say first that it is good to hear from you two again.

In regards to the ‘issue’ with Cadence’s spasms, all I can say is that it will get worse before it gets better, but rest assured that Luna and Twilight are hard at work on the issue. I recommend confining Cadence to light work in your private chambers, as we have no idea when the next Sympathy-wave will arise.

I think Twilight will have something rather surprising to tell you upon your next visit to Canterlot.

P.S I am delighted to hear that you and Cadence have plans for foals in your future. I cannot wait to have grand-children causing mayhem in Canterlot Castle again. Work hard.

P.P.S. enclosed in this package are some potions you may require should your … stamina start to wane. The Royal Consorts used them regularly, and I can personally attest to the effectiveness. Take them sparingly, at most half a vial a day. Any more and I fear neither you nor Cadence will get anything productive done for a day or two. Except perhaps the work on my Grandchildren.

On second thought, take a whole vial every day. And give Cadence the pills, they will help her be more receptive to your seed.

With love, your Commander-in-Chief, Mother-in-Law and soon-to-be Grandmother (again), Celestia.

Not exactly the most helpful advice she’s ever given me. Shining thought wryly, trying to ignore his wife’s pleading as her wing-tip started stroking his face.

“Cadence, no, you are going to be in no fit state for Court tomorrow if we try any harder tonight, and the Crystal Ponies are already antsy over your ‘Love-Love Wave’ attack.”

Cadence couldn’t help herself and held a hoof to her mouth, bursting into giggles.

“Shining, really? ‘Love-Love Waves’ ? Oh my Faust, and they actually believed that?” The pink Alicorn, Princess of Love, squeaked out between fits of giggles as her husband and ‘Royal Consort’ gave her a sour-faced look. “That’s like something out of the girls-comics Twily and I used to read when I was her Foal-sitter.”

Cadence’s chuckling died off as she looked up at her husband’s face and saw his turning faintly pink around the cheeks.

“Shining … you didn’t make that up on the spot, did you?” Cadence asked, a grin spreading across her face. “By Celestia’s Beard, you actually read the comics? Twily’s comics?”

“I … wanted to know what was so important that you had to spend time with my kid sister, rather than me.” Shining finally managed to grate out, stoically ignoring the uncontrolled giggling coming from his blushing bride.

“Oh … oh … oh my ribs …” Cadence wheezed as she came down from her giggle-fit. “I think I still have a Sailor Moon-Mare costume in storage, if that’s what will put some corn in your dog …”

“Ugh, Cadence, that was a horrible … although the costume does sound I mean no! Any more and neither of us is going to be able to move out of the bed in the morning.” Shining said firmly, dropping onto the bed next to Cadence, lying on his belly and firmly telling a battered, bruised but defiantly turgid part of his anatomy no as images of Cadence in a Sailor Fuku outfit two sizes too small, with its thigh-high socks and frilled miniskirt and giant bows all flashed through his mind.

“Party pooper!” Cadence booed, but accepted that the limit had been reached for the night and settled instead for a snuggle with Shining on the one dry part of the bed left, draping her wing over his back. “But I’m getting that outfit out of storage. And I’m sure I can get somebody to make a Tuxedo Mask outfit for you.”

“Do I get to say no to that?” Shining asked softly, nuzzling his wife’s muzzle as he used his magic to slowly snuff out the candles that were lighting the room.

“If you ever want to see another corn-dog in the Crystal Empire, you’ll say yes.” Cadence whispered in his ear, then giggled and kissed him on the forehead as he grumbled about tyrant Princesses as the last candle flickered and died out, leaving only Luna’s moon as the sole source of light as the two lovers drifted off to sleep together.

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Luna had experienced many things in her life, pleasant and otherwise, but few were as agonizing as lying still with her loins painfully demanding fulfillment for over an hour, her lover literally within reach on the opposite side of a small, pumpkin-sized cube of pink quartz, horn-tips lost in a swirling ball of white, purple and midnight blue magic as the sole physical connection between them.

Twilight, for her part, was barely holding onto her self-control, twitching and groaning loudly, but still possessed of enough will to hold her head still even as her hind-quarters twitched and squirmed.

The Sympathy was not quite as overwhelming as it had been before, but Luna could feel her Heat, a slow churning need, older than Ponykind, bubbling away in her lower body, matched in temperament, if not intensity, inside Twilight’s.

And Twilight’s theory that Luna’s repressed Heat, her estrus, was interfering with the Sympathy, even as the Sympathy in turn eroded the ancient spells Luna had used to repress her biological urges had been proven true, at least to a certain extent, but what worried Luna was that the Sympathy also seemed to be tricking Twilight’s body go into early estrus, so now instead of one Mare in need of a Stallion and a friend nearby to help her, there were now two Mares about to go into hormonal state that would sap at their common sense and inhibitions, in the middle of one of the most dangerous parts of Pony territory.

“I’m su-suh-sorry, Luna!” Twilight half-whispered, half-moaned, her front hooves digging into the blankets of her bedding as her hind legs quivered, both Mares shuddering as Twilight’s ‘empty’ orgasm rippled through them both, courtesy of the Sympathy, a painful orgasm for the force of which it came and the lack of anything within her for the cramping muscles to clamp down on.

Luna’s only reply was a steady breathing through her nose to try and control the pain and a curt nod as she felt her own core twitch and pulse with need for something more than just phantom sensations or eager, if inexperienced, tongues or hooves.

They needed a Stallion, or failing that, a couple of very robust ‘estrus aid’ like the ones Celestia had ordered on the quiet for Luna back when she had first returned to Canterlot, not realising Luna had ‘taken care’ of the matter with a spell of refuting, denying herself the ability to have Foals in exchange for not suffering the pains and frustrations of estrus.

I wonder if now that the spell is failing, I might have foals? Do I risk it? After everything I’ve seen and done, am I the sort of Mare who should be a mother? Luna thought, struggling for something else to focus on other than the panting, lust-rogued face of Twilight just inches from her own, or the heady, sweet scent of mare-musk that filled the air as their tails lashed back and forth over winking treasures. Not that Twilight could give me Foals …

“It’s … fine Twi-iiiii-light.” Luna whined as she felt the twitching that signalled another orgasm, building inside of her body this time. “We didn’t kn-uuuuuuuuh! We didn’t know the Sympathy would ma-aaaahaaa-make us go into estrus togetherrrrrr!”

Unable to bear it any longer, Twilight pulled her horn away from the point of contact, both Mares groaning in relief as the whirling sphere of magic broke apart into tiny motes of purple, blue or white light that were rapidly sucked into the Core, leaving the Alicorns shaking from relief and pain, the softly glowing crystal cube flickering and pulsing with the magic it had absorbed.

They had regained more of their magic, almost restored to half-strength, but the cost …

When Luna shakily got up and staggered around the cube to lay down at Twilight’s side, the younger Princess, sobbed and wrapped a wing around Luna’s barrel, whimpering in misery.

“Oh Twilight, I’m so sorry.” Luna sighed, reciprocating with her own wing and putting her head onto of Twilight’s neck, the best ‘hug’ she could give in this position. “You’re in so much pain because of my foolishness.”

“W-why does it hu-hurt?” Twilight whimpered, shaking against Luna’s side. “S-s-sex is supposed to feel good, so why does it hurt?”

“It’s the estrus, Twilight. Our bodies need something inside them, and with how often we are peaking thanks to the backlash of my denying my estrus for a thousand years, the longer we deny what our bodies need, the harsher the pain will be.” Luna replied, wincing as she felt a spasm ripple through Twilight’s flanks, feeling the painful twitching of Twilight’s muscles where their sides were pressed tightly against one another. “We need to either find a Stallion, or use … toys.”

“I don’t kn-aaaagh-know any Stallions I’d trust with this …” The purple Alicorn muttered, sagging against Luna’s side as her body spasmed one last time. “I’ve never had a … you know.”

“I had thought that the Pegasus, Flash Sentry, had an interest in you?” Luna said after several moments of thinking. We need a robust Stallion, capable of handling two very needy Mares, but they have to be absolutely trust-worthy. This is a potential scandal, after all, and we need somepony who won’t abuse our trust, either now or in the future.

“That jerk.” Twilight replied, hissing with obvious venom. “I thought he might have been a nice Stallion, but all he wanted was a firm plot on speed-dial. And a way to advance himself up the military hierarchy, and as an Element Bearer, new Princess and sister to the previous Captain of the Royal Guard …”

“Ugh, and he seemed so pleasant when I spoke to him.” Luna sighed, using her flexible primaries, her flight feathers, to rub up and down twilight’s back in an attempt to calm the Mare down. “Well, how about that rather … rugged farmer friend of yours? I must admit, he looks rather delightful …”

It was a relief after the hours of torture the two had put themselves through to see Twilight grin cheekily, blushing heavily.

“Big Macintosh? Oh, uhm, well I don’t think I’d mind …” Twilight stammered, her face turning pink, and Luna couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Twilight if you could say no to that, I would wonder just how high you’d set your expectations in a Stallion.” The Lunar Princess teased.

“No, it’s not that, but Fluttershy, she’s kinda, well, she’s got a huge crush on Big Mac. Like, a huuuuuuge crush. Melts into a puddle when she doesn’t think anyone is watching her while she’s looking at him-level crush.” Twilight explained, still pink-faced. “And he’s also Applejack’s big brother … much as I wanted to go up and ask him out, I felt I’d be betraying my friends if I did.”

“Well if you’re not game, I might be. Just look at that flank, Twilight.” Luna whispered, leaning in close and blowing into Twilight’s ear, making the younger Alicorn giggle at the sensation and the topic. “You could bounce cannon-balls off it. Imagine him coming home for dinner, all sweaty and ruffled, and there’s you, in a cute little apron, waiting for him at the door, asking if he’d like to help you, ahem, stuff the turkey …”

“Oh my gaaaaawsh.” Twilight squee’d, putting both hooves to her face as her blush turned from a light pink into a neon glow-in-the-dark red.

“What about the Wonderbolt, Soarin? I hear he’s liable to do anything for a pie … as a matter of fact, he’s obsessed with Apple Pies right now …”

“I … uh … think Rainbow Dash would murder me with a point-blank Sonic Rainboom if she ever found out.”

“Hmmm, yes, her temper does seem to be rather volatile …” Luna murmured, remembering the look of rage on the blue Pegasus’s face when she had seen Twilight’s wing on Luna’s back. “Uhm … one of the Royal Guard then?”

“Uh … Shining told me all about their locker-room gossip-circles. We’d be outed faster than you can say ‘bragging rights’.”

“Definitely not one of the Night Guard …”

“Why not? Aren’t they loyal to you?”

“Yes … but … Thestrals aren’t exactly normal in that regards. Mating is a … communal affair. And the Stallions have certain … quirks.”

“Wait, you mean they … they make love while others are present?”

“Uh, no. Thestrals don’t have ‘marriages’ like other Ponies, they just mate for a seaon and move on. And it’s more like an orgy than ‘making love’.”

“Oh…. I’m probably going to regret this, but what … ‘quirks’?”

“Well, ah, you know how Stallions have a flare on their end of their … little friends?”

“I have some, ah, books on the subject, yes.”

“Well, Thestral mating is more … chaotic. To stop the Mares escaping mid-coitus, the Stallions developed spurs on the backs of their front hooves to hold the Mares in place, and their …”

“Spurs?” Twilight gasped, looking equal parts amazed and horrified. “And …”

“They have scores of small … spines … on their genitals, to help scrape away the essence of the Stallions who mounted the Mare before them.” Luna explained in a small voice, noting the eye-twitching of the Mare under her wing. “When they ejaculate, the spines spring up and scrape the walls of the passage clear of the Mare’s previous mounts.”

The was an awkward pause as Twilight digested that little bit of information, her eyes going wide as saucers and her pupils shrinking to pin-pricks before the newest Princess finally found her voice again.

“Luna, please don’t take this the wrong way, but thank Faust you are a Princess, not a Prince, because I don’t think I could handle that, Sympathy or not.”

“It’s … not that bad?”

“Nothing with spines on it is going anywhere near that part of my body. I don’t care if Equestria itself depends on it, NOOOOO.”

“Well, then that just leaves us with … toys. I’d ask you, but …”

“Yes, I kind of don’t have any. I mean I have hand-me-down pulp romance novels from Rarity, but that’s about as far as my erotic adventurers had gotten before … we … uhm …”

“Silly filly. Uhm … Celestia brought some for me when I first came back from the Moon, but they’re still in Canterlot, and I don’t think ducking back home for a box full of vibrators will go over well with Celestia.”

“A box? Are we talking a shoe-box? A moving box? Celestia bought you a box of sex toys?”

“A moving box, big enough for you to hide in. Honestly, I have no idea where she got them or why she thought I needed them. Some of the toys in there I have no idea what they are used for. I just threw the box into the back of my biggest closet and threw junk on-top of it until I couldn’t see the back wall anymore, and made the Head Maid promise that nobody would ever clean up the pile.”

“Uh … you know, it’s kind of funny, she has one in her room.” Twilight mumbled softly.

“She has one what?” The Lunar Princess asked sharply, blinking in surprise. Was Twilight possibly suggesting that her straight-laced sister possessed ...

“A sex toy.” Twilight said.

There was a pregnant pause as Twilight found herself under the incredulous glare of the Lunar Princess, whose mouth was working silently.

“You lie. Celestia could barely stand to be anywhere near the box she brought me, and fled when I opened it up to see what this ‘big filly’s present’ was that she’d brought me.”

“I do not. I found it when I was a little filly.”

“Oh, this I have to hear.”

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Many years ago ...

The Filly known as Twilight Sparkle’s eyes danced with wonder as they worked their way across hundreds of books, knick-knacks and relics that sat on the shelves, within glass-faced cabinets and hung off the walls.

Princess Celestia’s room! The little Filly finally gave in to her emotions and ran in a tiny circle on the thick woven carpets imported from Gryphonia, squealing with delight as the Celestial Monarch looked on, smiling as the filly’s reaction to her promised ‘reward’, an entire hour of play-time with Celestia, overwhelmed the little Filly, before the tiny Unicorn bounded over and began firing off questions about anything that caught her eye.

It wasn’t long before Celestia had managed to direct Twilight’s endless questions to a single focus, and the two sat on the thick carpets together, the Princess a picture of a serene teacher, the little Filly all but wriggling with excitement as Celestia read to her from an ancient tome about the adventurers of a Knight in the old days of Equestria, one ‘Gallant George’ whom had driven the wicked and terribly Lyndwyrms from Equestria’s borders, when somepony knocked on the thick mahogany doors of Celestia’s chambers.

Sighing with irritation, Celestia had gotten up to answer the door, speaking with whoever was on the other side before returning to apologise to Twilight, and telling her to practice her levitation magic until Celestia could return from the emergency that needed her attention.

A little unhappy at being left behind, after studying so hard all week, Twilight nonetheless quickly found herself engrossed in juggling several small metal dice from a container on a shelf, marvelling at how the glowing runes on the dices’ surfaces changed constantly …

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“Wait. Wait, wait just a minute. Are you telling me you, as a little filly, were practicing your levitation abilities with the Dragon-Dice of Destiny?” Luna interrupted, going pale under her dark fur.

“The Dice of the-who-what-now?” Twilight replied, confused and annoyed at being interrupted.

“Nothing, nothing, just … those damnable things caused so much chaos, and Celestia just leaves them lying around for a Filly to meddle with …”

“Well, to be fair, I had to dispel the enchantment on the jar to get them out, but I was used to using small objects like dice for my practice-lessons, so it seemed like a good idea to me at the time.” Twilight pointed out, trying to defend herself as Luna made small choking noises, shaking her head slowly.

“You dispelled one of Celestia’s lock-spells as a Filly. Mother Earth preserve us all. I don’t suppose you saw the runes the Dice showed after you dropped them did you?” The Lunar Princess asked, rubbing a fold of bedding between her fore-hooves, looking and sounding very nervous. “Those Dice were enchanted by a powerful Dragon Mage to foretell the future of the one who rolls them, even changing it if the need is dire enough.”

“I didn’t ‘drop’ them! After I finished my exercises, I wanted to try something bigger, heavier, so I put them back in their container and back on the shelf. They kept rattling in their jar for ages afterwards, so no, I didn’t see what the Dice were trying to show me.” Trying to defend her actions, Twilight once again heard Luna making choking noises, though this time she seemed to be trying to hold back laughter. Convinced she was being teased again, Twilight huffed in annoyance and continued her story.

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Books. Scrolls. Paperweights. Spare sets of the Royal Regalia. Pillows.

Twilight had levitated them all, built a grand book-fortress out of them, knocked it down, put the room back in order and was considering if the Princess would be annoyed with her if she took a nap, when she spotted something under the bed.

It was pink, it was longer and thicker than even her father’s legs, and most importantly, it was huge.

Surely Princess Celestia will praise me if I can levitate that! The little Filly thought, excitedly grabbing the flared end with her teeth.

YOU TOUCHED IT WITH YOUR MOUTH?

I was four years old at the time! How many penises did you think I had seen by that age?

I have kissed you on the mouth! A mouth that has touched something that has been intimate with my sister’s ….

It was covered in dust-bunnies, Luna, I don’t think it had seen much use at that time.

Much like my sister’s ~

Can I finish the story or not?

Fine, but the first thing we do tomorrow is get you some mouth-wash.

Really … ahem …

Eyes twinkling with excitement, Twilight Sparkle’s stubby little horn glowed with magic, the little Filly put her all into levitating the strange device, lifting it, at first, a tiny bit off the carpet before her magic failed and it fell back onto thick floor-coverings.

And the more she failed, the more determined the young filly became, that she would levitate this strange toy, she would make Celestia happy, and she would get the remaining time of her reward that she was owed.

Straining, she managed to finally lift the giant tube, more than twice as long as she was and as thick around the middle as she herself was, vertically in the air, her little body trembling with the effort as it slowly rose into the air, the setting sun filtering in through the window behind it making it appear to the young Filly as if she was raising one of the foundation stones of Equestria itself.

Predictably, Twilight’s magic faltered once again, and the giant pink tube fell to the carpet, this time base first, and landed with a loud, ominous click.

Filly Twilight’s eyes opened wide with shock as the giant pink tube began to wriggle like a living thing, waving one way and then the other, it’s flanged head dancing to and fro before it fell towards her, no, on-top of her!

Squealing in alarm, the little filly was squashed under the now-alive toy that wriggled and trashed, battering her tiny muzzle with the soft, pink substance of its mass.

Panicking, Filly Twilight tried to think of some way to save herself, and her mind cast back to Celestia’s story of the brave Knight who had driven the horrid Lyndwyrms, wingless, serpentine Dragons who breathed poison and corruption instead of flame, from Equestria’s borders.

Wasn’t this thing also kinda like a Dragon, having no wings of limbs?

“You’ll not stop me, Lee-wind-worm!” Twilight shouted, wrapping her legs around the leviathan trying to crush her, and sinking her teeth into the flared rim of plastic, hanging on for dear life and trying to crush the ‘Dragon’ as they wriggled and writhed across the carpet, the relentless drmmmmm noise of the ‘Dragon’ matched by Twilight’s panicked demands that it surrender before she bit it again.

It was a battle for the ages, a titanic struggle from which only one combatant could emerge alive, and eventually the dreaded Pink Lyndwyrm succumbed to Twilight’s nibbling on its flanged head, its thrashing and vibrating cry falling silent as a jelly-legged Filly stood atop the jiggling, tooth-marked corpse of her enemy and gave a weary cheer of victory, before falling over onto her side, panting and exhausted and more than ready for that nap.

Staggering back up onto her hooves, Twilight turned around to crawl back onto Celestia’s gloriously soft bed, when she saw the most curious sight.

There, in the doorway, stood Princess Celestia and her mother, both staring at her with incredulous looks on their faces, while her father was lying on the floor, biting one hoof as he shook with silent laughter.

“Mummy! Princess Celestia! Look! I defeated the Lee-wind-worm!” Filly Twilight shouted, puffing out her chest in pride and pointing a shaking hoof to her ‘slain’ foe, which gave one last wiggle of protest before falling silent for the last time.

“Princess Celestia, what exactly are you teaching my daughter again?” Twilight Velvet asked in a voice on the verge of hysterics moments before the Celestial Princess fainted dead away onto the floor.

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“…And that was the last time I was allowed into Princess Celestia’s private rooms without one of the Guards, the Maids or Princess Celestia herself as an escort.” Twilight finished her story.

Much to her disgust, Luna appeared to be mimicking her father, lying curled up in a ball, a hoof shoved into her mouth and her body shaking with repressed laughter.

“I was four!” Twilight all but shouted, which only made Luna spit her hoof out and laugh out loud, tears streaming from her eyes as her hooves and wings pounded at the bedding in time to her laughter.

Finally, Luna stopped laughing just before she risked hyperventilating, lying weakly under her share of the blankets as Twilight pouted and refused Luna’s laughter-weakened limbs trying to draw her into a hug.

“Oh, oh Twilight, that is priceless, simply priceless. I can just imagine the look on her face when she came back and saw you in a life-or-death battle with her dildo.” Luna wheezed, scooting over to snuggle up against her peeved lover, nuzzling Twilight’s puffed-up cheeks.

“Maybe you see it that way, but I was sworn to secrecy, and when I was old enough to understand just what I had done, can you imagine how awkward I felt around Celestia?” Twilight huffed, but relented and put a wing around Luna as the giggling Alicorn wrapped cold legs around Twilight’s barrel. “I mean, what do you say to your teacher after you embarrass her by doing something like that?”

“Twilight, my dear, I assure you that Celestia has nothing but the highest regard for you. I would even go so far as to say that she’d consider you something like a daughter, if her relentless desire to be ‘perfect’ would allow her to do such a thing to another Mare’s foal.” Luna replied, her horn glowing softly as she pulled her blankets over Twilight’s own bedding, protecting them from the ever-present chill of the Everfree Forest’s night.

“I hope so … I … I don’t ever want Princess Celestia to think less of me. She’s everything I aspire to be.” Twilight murmured, her own horn lighting up as she began to slowly extinguish the candles that illuminated the tent, the last candle in-front of the two Alicorns flickering as Twilight lowered her head to snuff the candle, which she felt Luna’s limbs clench around her. “Luna?”

“Twilight, look at our horns!” Luna hissed, her voice full of excitement.

Wondering just what Luna meant, Twilight looked up at her horn and gasped. Her pale purple aura coated her horn, and Luna’s own dusky blue aura shimmered around her own spiralling horn, but even so close together, neither horn sent arcs of uncontrolled magical energy towards the other, even with both of the Alicorns recharged to half-strength.

By accident, the two had managed to solve the first hurdle of the Sympathy.