“He worries for us,” Luna mused as she sat beside her sister in the dim office light. “Barely a citizen for a few months and already he shows such loyalty.”

“I wonder who could have inspired such feelings in him,” Celestia added suggestively. “Must have been quite the inspiring pony.”

“Oh, stop,” Luna dismissed playfully.

“You’re right,” Celestia nodded. “More likely he was inspired by the pony with the most inspiring plot in all Equestria.”

Luna leered challengingly at her sister. “And to whom would this supposedly inspiring plot belong to, pray tell?”

“To whom, you ask?” Celestia asked with a shocked gasp. “Why, who else but the glorious sun?” She held up her hand dramatically to emphasize the point.

“Don’t believe everything the tabloids say, dear sister, for it is we who have the most amazing plot.”

“Debatable,” Celestia said evenly. “But we were talking about inspiring plots, not those that are merely amazing.”

“The only thing your plot inspires, dear sister, is ponies who lack confidence in their weight. No matter how bad they are, at least they are not you.”

“How dare you,” Celestia and turned her body to make sure her rump was visible. “I’ll have you know that this plot is the idol of millions, inspiring all who have doubts that pleasantly plump is the paragon of beauty.”

“Paragon, you say,” Luna laughed. “Doth thou expect us to believe that the term ‘mooning’ was spawned out of the ether?” She scoffed, her slip into old Equestrian signaling her agitation. “No. Twas inspired by none other than the glorious moon of the Princess of the Moon.”

“Oh, so it’s glorious now,” Celestia mockingly bobbed her head from side to side. “First it’s amazing, now it’s glorious. How can I take your argument seriously if you can’t even stay consistent?”

“Consistent?” Luna asked haughtily. “Like the consistent growth of thy own plot? If this keeps up, we may have to petition the governors to have thy flank declared an imminent threat to the state. We can just imagine the looks of gratitude on their faces at our initiative to save them from the ever expanding plot of doom.”

“Oh really?” Celestia sneered. “Well I can imagine, too. I see a great battle between heretics and worshippers of the one true plot. History will not look fondly on you for leading your followers to such an end.” Celestia hesitated a moment, worried that her choice of wording might have been too close to her sister’s falling. Thankfully, Luna either did not notice or did not care.

Luna struggled to stifle her laughter, which only served to weaken Celestia’s resolve. Not even the Princesses were strong enough to spend so long discussing the majesty and deadliness of plots without cracking a smile. In time, both succumbed to foalish laughter. Luna had nearly fallen out of her chair while Celestia threw herself onto her desk, still bent over. They briefly paused as Celestia gave her rump a little shake, and the laughter returned harder than ever.

“You know,” Luna began, struggling for breath. “Towards the end… I was actually picturing the great sun plot looming over head, threating to squish all who stood against it.”

Celestia snickered and raised her fist in the air. “None would dare stand against the royal booty.” She grabbed her sister’s arm and pulled her by her side, flank to flank. “But before two booties as fine as ours, all Equestria would fall.”

The sisters laughed maniacally at their flawless strategy of using their rumps to conquer the kingdom they already ruled. In time they laughed themselves to exhaustion and fell back into their seats.

“I missed this,” Luna sighed as she wiped the tears of joy from her face.

“I missed you,” Celestia smiled back at her sister.

“I don’t see why,” Luna said with a pout. “With the one true moon gone, you were free to spread your propaganda that your own flanks had appeal.”

“Now don’t start that again,” Celestia shook her head as she laughed. “I may have been spending too much time with Tali and Steel Hoof. Those two are terrible influences.”

“We would not know,” Luna brushed her mane out of her face. “Our own concubine has been nothing but a gentle colt. We actually had to train him into the dirty talk.”

“Interesting you should bring that up,” Celestia continued. “What exactly have the two of you been doing besides… well, bucking?” There was a pause.

“Why do you ask?” Luna inquired with a hint of suspicion.

“You know why,” Celestia said with a bemused frown. “Just because he serves the night court doesn’t mean he is any less of a curiosity to me. He is an alien, a foreigner in a strange land. How could I not be curious? Besides, we’ve always been open about our lovers before,” Celestia concluded pleadingly. She really wanted to know.

“Very well,” Luna said with an exaggerated sigh of defeat. “What do you wish to know?”

“What other activities the two of you do together. For example, board games. Sunny utterly kills at Monopoly.”

Luna thought on this a moment. “He offers us, er, me massages,” she said proudly as she tried slipping back into modern speech. “Scans may show he is not a magical creature, but there must surely be some enchantment upon his fingers, for his touch is heavenly.”

“Really?” Celestia’s eyebrow raised in intrigue. “Talon and Misty said something about that. I don’t suppose you’d be up for sharing him at some point?”

Luna gave her sister a coy scowl. “And where, pray tell, would you have those lovely fingers of his wander? As the only member of my harem, I’m afraid I cannot afford to loan him to you, lest he fall prey to the heathen plot.”

Celestia held her fist to her mouth to stifle another round of silliness. “Fair enough. But what activities do you partake in besides the physical?”

Luna’s ear flicked at her sister’s odd question. “Does reading count as physical?”

“How would reading count as physical?”

“Sometimes we read together while he lies on top of me to use my breasts,” Luna squished her large mammaries together for emphasis, “as a pillow. Tis quite relaxing for both of us.”

“Sister!” Celestia pulled back in dramatic shock. “I had always been under the impression that you preferred to be on top. How could I have misjudged you so terribly?” She bemoaned dramatically, bringing her the back of her hand to her forehead.

Luna snorted and rolled her eyes. “Perhaps you are not as all-knowing as you would have the masses believe?”

Celestia turned to her sister with a deadpan glare. “Now that was just mean.”

“Come, sister,” Luna smirked. “Have you truly become so soft in these centuries of peace that a little teasing frazzles your tail?”

“That’s rich, coming from the pony who used to be the undisputed queen of frazzled tails,” Celestia countered triumphantly.

“Now look who’s being mean,” Luna leered, but could not keep a straight face for long. “But you are right. As Princess, we find our-” *Celestia coughed* “I find the most appropriate position for the royal plot to be on top,” she said proudly.

“Is that entirely safe, though?” Celestia asked with a bit of worry. “I mean, he is so small.”

Luna smirked as her ear flicked. “Do you doubt the firm yet soft nature of the royal moon?” She stood and turned sideways, bending over just enough to present her rump to her sister. “Go on and feel for yourself how comfortable it would be to rest under such a marvel.”

Shrugging, Celestia cupped her left hand over her sister’s rump cheeks without a second thought, causing the younger alicorn to gasp in mild surprise. Celestia kneaded the plot flesh between her fingers through the dress. She experimented with different levels of pressure, bringing out different levels of moaning from her sister, but it all remained rather muted. Luna’s plot was not so sensitive that play this mild would arouse her, as Celestia knew from personal experience. Neither alicorns’ tails were twitching nor were they even giving off the correct smells announcing their readiness. The elder sister was just indulging the younger sister’s point and eventually pulled her hand back.

“Well?” Luna inquired.

“A fine enough plot,” Celestia said authoritatively. “Just the right amount of cushioning, but I feel that we have gotten a bit off track.”

“You’re the one who asked,” Luna said before retaking her seat.

“Yes, but I meant to ask other things. For example, do you know his parents’ names?”

Luna was taken aback by this. “Yes, but he does not speak of them voluntarily.”

“He does not?”

“Indeed,” Luna nodded. “On the whole he seems most reluctant to discuss anything from his old world pertaining to his personal life. If I apply enough pressure he will tell, but I do not wish to seem intrusive.”

“Can you speculate why he behaves as such?” Celestia asked worriedly. “Could his home life have been…” she paused to consider a more delicate way of phrasing her next question, “less than ideal?”

“I do not think so,” Luna shook her head. “I had similar worries at first, but what he has said seems to be largely positive. Further, he does not seem to be showing the right signs.”

“Are you certain? I mean, he is human. His signs could be different from others.”

“I have considered this,” Luna nodded. “It would be simplest if he would let me into his dreams so I could know for certain. However, from what I have learned, about both his former life and his body language, I am fairly certain he was not abused. He is quiet and almost never speaks to anypony in a social manner unless he has had time to acquaint himself with their presence. He also tends to shut down rather easily when faced with any negative provocation or discouragement, but I do not think he is this way out of any sort of fear or conditioning. Perhaps the best way to describe it would be a simple preference for not making unwanted noise due to a tendency of overthinking things.”

“What about while he’s in bed?”

“More of a grunter than a screamer,” Luna smiled. “However, he will talk from time to time, narrating his actions and making sure that he’s not doing anything that I won’t approve of.”

“He’s still uncertain after all the time you’ve spent together?”

“In many respects, yes,” Luna sighed. “I once told him of my desire to take him as a stallion would, but his being bent left this prospect most unappealing to him.”

“Shame,” Celestia nodded. “What about your other, more exotic, appetites?”

Luna blushed. “I’ve honestly been a little hesitant to bring them up. I don’t want to cause anymore undue stress.”

“Fair enough. Out of curiosity, what was his job before serving you?”

“That one was easily discovered,” Luna said. “He used to work at a deli where he spent all day slicing meat and making sandwiches. It was boring and monotonous, according to him,” she emphasized. “But his favorite task was the sandwiches for the very reason that it was time consuming and repetitive. The task required just enough focus for him to perform his duties while still affording his mind a chance to wander.”

“Interesting,” Celestia nodded approvingly. “Did he ever say where his mind wandered to, though?”

“It seems my stallion was an aspiring young writer,” Luna answered proudly. “Though never published, he had a myriad of ambitious ideas. Alas, perhaps they were a bit too ambitious for him.”

“Has he written anything since his arrival, here?”

“Not as far as I can tell,” Luna bemoaned. “However, he has taken quite eagerly to helping Moonlight with her writing.”

“Oh yes,” Celestia remembered. “Tali said something about that. Apparently Thomas keeps suggesting slowing down the pace of the character relationships. Quite an interesting idea. From what you can tell, how goes the relationship of our young writers?”

“Tragically, also slow.” Luna bemoaned. “His suggestions in their writing seem reflective of his cultural views of how relationships should progress. I have had to reassure him several times in the past that our own progress was not too swift by pony standards. Further, when I inquire about his activities with his friends, it seems Moonlight has either not been sending any signals or he is completely ignorant of them. That aside, they seem to be getting along quite nicely, but that should be no surprise all things considered.”

“Both seem plausible,” Celestia analyzed thoughtfully. “But I’m leaning more towards the latter. Moony was most outgoing when she was younger, but seems to have become rather reserved in recent years.” The Princess snorted. “I’d dare say she may even believe that her position as his guard would make any romantic inclinations seem inappropriate.”

“Inappropriate?” Luna asked, tasting the word in her mouth as if it were some alien thing. “Did her father never tell her stories of his time in the harem?”

“It would seem he neglected to mention a number of important factors.”

“And it would seem I have been making the same mistake,” Luna sighed.

“Sister?”

“My explanations to dearest Thomas have also been lacking,” Luna confessed. “Reflecting, I realize not only have been neglecting to elaborate in some areas, I flat out forgotten a number of vital matters.” Luna grimaced. “At the time my intent was to encourage him to ask questions in an attempt to coax him out of his shell, but I fear I might truly have left him feeling neglected and-.” Luna was cut off by Celestia setting a hand on her knee. “Sister?”

Celestia offered her sister a tender smile. “No pony blames you, Lulu. Everything about this situation has been awkward for every pony involved.”

“Tia,” Luna sighed as she rested her hand on top of her sister’s.

“You tried something you thought would work. It didn’t go as well as expected, so logically you should try something else instead.”

“Fair enough,” Luna nodded. “What did you have in mind?”

“What other kinds of things does he like?”

Luna considered the question carefully until her ears stood in excitement. “Stories! He tells us stories.”

“Stories? What manner of stories?”

“Stories from his home world. Things he grew up with in… movies and television,” Luna remembered. “In this he has been most forth-coming.”

“As in what he described our world to be?”

“Indeed. We discussed the possibility of this television being a window into other worlds, but without evidence it is merely speculation… amusing speculation,” she added confidently. “For the most part, he simply enjoys seeing his mare’s reaction as he goes into detail about these fantastical worlds.”

Celestia nodded with equal parts thoughtfulness and approval. “What manner of stories does he tell?”

“All sorts,” Luna beamed. “Stories of great adventure and humble domestics. The intrigue of politics in both court and family. And,” she hesitated, “when appropriate, he likes to sing the songs from the stories. He’s not a bad vocalist. He also enjoys walking around the room, performing the actions of the characters. Tis quite the show.”

Celestia straightened her posture and smiled in elation at her sister, seemingly having forgotten her previous skepticism, only to frown once more. “And was it your intent to horde these stories all to yourself?”

Luna shuffled her wings guiltily, but could not keep the smile from her lips.

“Perhaps the next time he could recount some of these tales for the whole family?”

Luna’s brow furrowed a bit. “Perhaps, but not for all of them. While some of the tales would be most delightful for younger foals, if we take your meaning, there are others that are of a more… risqué humor.”

Celestia leaned over until she was invading Luna’s personal bubble. “I can only imagine which you prefer,” she snickered. “But if he likes putting on a show, then perhaps we should give him the chance.”

“I do believe I see where you are going with this,” Luna nodded. “Presumably more than just the family?”

“Indeed,” Celestia nodded. “Once his confidence is built, he might be willing to put on shows for the castle staff. I do not think we will encounter a shortage of actors willing to volunteer for a royal performance.”

Luna’s expression beamed with elation. “I do believe he would love that. Even if they are not his work, he will still be praised for bringing these stories to Equestria. Sister, you are brilliant.”

“I know,” Celestia beamed back. “But on the matter of him being the only member of your harem, how is it that he has managed to satisfy you every single night all by himself? Do human males truly have such endurance?”

“In a way,” Luna hesitated. “He has quite the natural fondness for foreplay we have never quite encountered in a stallion before. He actually becomes quite disappointed if he is not given a proper amount of time to properly show just how much he… adores our royal body,” Luna hummed in delight. “He even enjoys giving oral.”

Celestia blinked her head tilted to the side and ear flicked up to make sure she was hearing things correctly. “A stallion who enjoys giving oral to mares?” she waited as her sister nodded. “Now I really have to give him a try.”

“However,” Luna continued, a bit more hesitantly. “There have been times when he has required some… assistance.”

Celestia’s eyes went wide. “Sister. You haven’t… you have.” Celestia stood in anger. “You’ve been using magic to improve his performance.”

“It was just a little boost, initially,” Luna protested. “He was willing on the first night, but nervous. He was a virgin then, so we gave him a little… incentive.” Luna proceeded to explain the exact nature of the spell she used and how upset Thomas had become at tiring out so quickly without bringing her to orgasm. “Besides, do not act like you are a saint and above such things.”

“An enhancement or aphrodisiac once in a while is one thing, sister,” Celestia lectured. “But to do so on a regular basis is dangerous. Faust! If this had kept up, he might have suffered serious injury or even become addicted. Not to mention what this must have been doing to his self-esteem. Poor thing probably thinks he can only satisfy you while he’s enhanced.”

“He does not! We have not seen need for the spell in some time, and told him as much. He has grown more confident and he knows it. And do not judge us, sister!” Luna snapped defensively, standing to meet her sister in the eye. “We listened to Lady Sun Dancer’s suggestions and have made the attempt to further our verbal communication and to make sure he understands the more physical cues. Her advice was sound, and so we were willing to let thy prying pass. But a thousand years alone has left us in dire need for the touch of another. Or have thou forgotten?”

Now it was Celestia’s turn to bow in shame.

“Sister, no. We did not mean it that way. We just… ugh,” Luna slumped back into her chair. “We do not know. Perhaps choosing him was a mistake. We love him dearly, but perhaps we should not have-” Luna was cut off by the other alicorn’s sudden embrace, her sister holding true to her title and radiating with the warmth of a sun.

“Do not think such things, dear sister.”

“Tia?”

The Princesses stayed together for some time before Celestia pulled away and stared seriously into her sister’s watering eyes. “It was no mistake. He might not have been yours before, but there can be no doubt that it was meant to be. The fact that you so readily profess your love for him is proof enough of that. You may not be able to see it as I can just yet. You are still not as strong as you used to be, but I know you feel it. You were meant to be together, but he does not know why.” A gentle grin grew on Celestia’s lips. “That said, it was a mistake for you to influence his mind and body as you did, likely without him even noticing.”

“He knew,” Luna countered meekly. “We asked after he began to tire on the first night, and he agreed.”

“That should end, though.” Celestia motioned for Luna to sit back down as she followed suit. “He shall please you only to the extent of his natural ability, and you him. No more magic until you can be certain that he knows you want him for him.”

“Fair enough, sister.”

“I still do not fully understand the nature of how he came about his knowledge of Equestria, but it is obviously flawed in a number of key areas. He is like a child, still learning the ways of our world, and it is your duty to teach him.”

“Sister,” Luna smiled, wiping her eyes dry. “You always were such a nosy little filly.”

Celestia returned the smile, though much sadder. “The last time I neglected you, I nearly lost you forever. I’ll not be making the same mistake twice.”

The sisters returned to their embrace and stayed there for several minutes before they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Celestia answered. The door opened and in walked a familiar griffon. “Talon. As always, your timing is impeccable.”

“It’s what I do,” Talon shrugged smugly. “Luna,” she nodded her greeting before looking back at Celestia. “Now what was it you wanted to see me for? I don’t suppose you’re ready to talk about the secrets with the chimp, are ya?”

Celestia gently shook her head. “I’m afraid that will have to wait. For now, I have an assignment for you.”

Talon nodded cautiously as she glanced at Luna. “It’s not going to involve your sister, is it?”

“Yes, actually.”

“What!?” Talon and Luna gasped.

“Nothing like that,” Celestia laughed as she stood to her full height and beckoned the griffon forward. “Not directly, anyway. It’s as you said, Tali. It seems that my sister has, shall we say, been having communication issues with her Senior Concubine in a number of key areas.”

“Stupid chimp,” Talon shook her head, “I told him a while ago that he didn’t get the full story before signing up. I told him to talk to his Princess, but he still didn’t do it. What is wrong with that colt?”

“It is hardly his fault,” Celestia asserted as she gestured to Luna. “Both of them have been caught up in the awkwardness of their respective situations. Which is why, my lovely Tali,” Celestia took the griffon’s claws in her hands, “I am temporarily loaning you to my sister.”

Talon cocked an eyebrow. “You sure about this, Leste?” she asked uneasily.

Celestia nodded at the griffon before turning to Luna. “Sister. Talon shall be temporarily stabled to your harem to assist Thomas in his duties as Senior Concubine. He trusts her as a friend and I trust her as mine. You two can… indulge if you wish, but this assignment is for the sake of building bridges, to help Thomas adjust to his role as you communicate more. And Talon,” she turned back to the griffon.

“Yeah, Leste.”

“You have been with me for ten years. You have also been like a second to Sun Dancer in aiding her in her duties. You are most qualified in knowing how a royal harem is meant to work from the perspective of a concubine. It shall be your task to help, as you say, the little chimp, find his hooves, or feet as the case may be. Do you both accept these terms?”

“You can count on me, babe,” Talon answered with a salute. “It’ll be just like back in the RGR where the sergeant has to break in the new lieutenant. Plus the little guy’s been training under me for a while now, so this’ll just be next step in his lessons.”

“Sister?” Celestia looked to Luna.

After a brief pause, Luna also nodded. “A third party could indeed catch what the two of us have been missing. This does sound like the best recourse for both of us,” she analyzed as she eyed up the griffon with a pleased smile. “We-I accept.”

Celestia nodded, clearly pleased with this outcome.

“The chimp’s still a little shaky about all this stuff,” Talon addressed Luna. “I joke with him a lot, but it’s pretty clear he’s been freaking out about the harem stuff for a while now.”

“Indeed,” Luna nodded seriously. “We were just talking about how I have been trying, with little success, to encourage him to ask questions on his own.”

“Yeah,” Talon sighed. “The little guy is just so quiet all the time. While some progress has definitely been made on that front, he’s still depressingly ignorant on the mechanics of a harem. I don’t think he even knows what stabling is.”

“Likely not,” Celestia interjected. “Which is why, if he is to adjust to his new life and role here, you both will need to explain all you can.”

“Speaking of explaining,” Talon raised a claw. “Just to clarify, I finally get to show the little guy just what he’s been missing out on?” She asked as she gestured down to her body.

“Hopefully,” Luna answered.

“Yes!” Talon declared as she pumped her fist victoriously.

“Oh please,” Celestia rolled her eyes. “Stop hesitating and tell us how you really feel.”

“Nah,” Talon waved a claw dismissively. “I’d much rather show him.”

“Only him?” Luna asked, pouting in mock dejection.

“Oh, how silly of me,” Talon said as she swaggered up to the Princess of the Night until their chests were mere inches apart. Though she was the smaller of the two alicorns, that still left her a head and a half taller than the griffon. Luna was also fuller in all the most important areas, but this only left Talon more hungry than jealous. “All this talk about communicating, and here I go forgetting to ask the lead mare if I can join.”

“Indeed,” Luna nodded sternly. “Most shameful.”

“So,” Talon began as she grabbed both of Luna’s hands and brought them up. “Do I have permission to tap the royal moon’s moon?”

“Hmm,” Luna pretended to consider. “I suppose that would be fine,” she hummed.

“And her herd?” Talon asked, pressing her claws against the alicorn’s larger hands.

“So long as he is willing,” Luna shrugged. “I cannot see any problem with him rutting you till you are sore the next night.”

Talon blinked. “Can he really do that?” She asked in amazement. “I mean, I know I’ve been working to build his confidence and stamina a bit but… just how good is he?”

Luna removed her hands from Talon’s grasp and turned to her sister. “Then I believe we are all settled?” she inquired, ignoring the dejected griffon.

Celestia and Luna have a heart to heart, after having a butt to butt. I really hope I handled Celestia’s dialogue alright without making her come off as too preachy or accusing. Luna was also tricky as I’m trying to show that her reverting to her older style of speech tends to happen when she’s more excited. This was written before the scene in the spa or Sun Dancer’s meeting, so it had to be reworked quite a bit. In the end, I hope I conveyed the sisterly bond these two are supposed to have.