AN: I apologize in advance for the possible butchering of the english language.

Thou art Luna, Princess of the Moon, Nocturnal Sovereign, This very morning thou hast set about the task set before thee as an penance. Thou alightest upon the cloudy firmament of the Loyalty's dwelling. Shame and anger turneth in thy stomach. Thou supposest this is by design. Nevertheless, thou dost not don thy humble raiment until thou art upon the very threshold of thy solemn duty. Tis at this same time that thou afix thy tail to reveal thy secret parts. Thus feeling somewhat like an harlot, thou dost enter the stately cloud haven. It striketh thee as absurd that, for one so averse to the promptings of fashion, there still lieth strewn about many items of clothing. Thy nose is offended upon further investigation; verily thou art needed here. Tis with a heavy heart that thou fulfillest the first of the terms of thy punishment. Thou dost prod the insensate form of thy guiltbringer. She doth moan,

"Five more minutes, mom."

Ah! From whence cometh this stirring in thy bosom? Thou dost gently smooth her unruly hair. What light glows in the fluttering eyes, what fondness stirreth in thy breast? Rainbow Dash rouseth, a smile coming but softly to her face.

"Oh yeah! This is going to be awesome!"

Thou snortest.

"Verily."

Thou canst scarce track her movement ere she lift thy pittance of a skirt. This be thy forfeit, that she is permitted to gaze upon thy marehood, yet thou art unprepared for the boldness in which she doth proceed.

"Damn, Anon was right, this does make it better."

"How so?"

To thy relief, she doth lower the skirt o'er thy nethers.

"Something about covering up makes revealing your pussy more exciting."

To thy shock, she doth lift thy skirt again, her bold hooves grazing thy hindquarters.

"Oh yeah, I'm liking this already."

Whence cometh the heat to thy face? Thou canst bear the inspection for only so long before thou art compelled to speak.

"Mayhaps I shall prepare thy morning repast?"

"Holy sh- I mean, wow, can I really eat you out?"

Thou dost plead internally that thy loins betray not the effect these words have upon thee.

"Nay, I spake of true sustenance, as doth come from partaking of cakes of the pan."

Blessed relief, thy skirt is lowered.

"Oh well, a girl can hope. Sure, pancakes sounds good."

Thou proceedest to the diminutive kitchen, recalling thy training of the night previous. Minor scrying doth reveal the location of a pan, and a box of mixed ingredients relevant to thy purpose. The box is an aid to thy failing memory, and thou easily preparest the batter. Thou sensest a presence betwixt thy rearward hooves. Thou findest thy morning's master grinning on the floor. Thou shiftest uncomfortably.

"Must thou conduct thyself thus?"

"Yup. Could you spread your legs a bit?"

Thou dost comply, deep reservoirs of reluctance flowing within. E'en as thou returnest to thy task, thou feel more the harlot than when thou once pleasured thyself to the memory of a guard's unbidden erec-

Nay! Banish these wanton thoughts! Twould be easier, but for the admirer of thy loins. The first pancake suffereth from thy distraction. It is malformed, nearly black upon one side, and rather pale on the other. Thou dost resolve to improve. It becometh easier, when thou dost deceive thyself, saying within that there is but a foal beneath thee, and thou art cooking its breakfast. To thy relief, Loyalty doth tire of her viewings and goeth about, setting the table. A balm to your pride, the second pancake is well-proportioned and evenly cooked. Thou noticest a second plate upon the table.

"Art thou expecting a guest this morn?"

Thou smoothest thy skirts anxiously.

"No, why?"

She layeth the butter gently down.

"For what reason then hast thou set another place at thy table?"

"So you can have breakfast too?"

She dost perceive thy confusion.

"Look, I want to embarrass you, not make you go hungry. If you come out of this punishment hating Anon and I, that's not what anypony wants. Understand?"

In truth, thou hast had thy supper before, for the hours of thy servitude art but the last ere thou sleepest. Nevertheless, thou endeavorest to smile.

"Then I shall sup with thee."

Thy nose alerteth thee to calamity. Thou hastenest back to the pan, futilely flipping thy latest attempt. A charred circle mocketh thee. Thy guiltbringer's laughter is not unkind, though thy face still heateth with chagrin. E'en after breakfast hath passed, she speaks of framing thy two abominations. Mystery of mysteries, at her words, they art consumed in flames azure, not even ashes remain. Thou hast no idea how that event came to pass. None at all.

"Okay then... laundry next. And no magic!"

Thou hast an inkling.

"Thou intendeth to leer at mine posterior as I go about, I perceive."

Her grin is shameless.

"Yup!"

Alas, such is thy penance. The rest of thy hour of servitude in the clouds doth pass in like manner. Thou dost not become wholely accustomed to the intermittent uncovering of thy marehood. Nevertheless, Loyalty doth conduct herself in such a manner that thou dost not resent her peeking too much. Thou must admit, tis a novel experience, conversing with a pony who hath little regard for propriety, nor fear at thy power. Not since Nightmare Night, thou supposest. Thou leavest the clouds, a smile upon thy countenance.

Thy anxiety riseth as thou standest before Anonymous' door. For he is both more grievously wronged, and emphatically male. Thou dost steel thy resolve and pressest onward and inward. Thou art struck by how the hovel is but slightly unkempt, rope fragments and wood shavings for the most part. Then thine eye alighteth upon a carving left upon a low table. Such a tender embrace, betwixt the human and alicorn. Is this a gift? Thou castest thine eyes about, only to stop. 'Twould appear thou art not depicted in the piece. Thy sister doth slumber beneath the human, contentment upon their countenances. How...nice, that she find a bedmate, whilst thou spendeth thy night in solitude. Again.

Thy heart is unified in the performance of thy duty. Thou sweepeth the blanket away, letting the cruel, chilly morning air nip...at... By the void and stars, Anonymous is still sheathed in thy sister. Thy breath cometh quickly. Thou must avert thy gaze. Thou shalt not witness-

There is no mercy in the universe, the human pillar shifts before thy eyes. Twas not of this magnitude when thou saw it in Celestia's bed chambers. It riseth, and it falleth, with the rhythm of his slow breath. Thou must act. Thou approachest his bedside. Thou prodest his shoulder with thy hoof. Such warm skin.

"Verily, thou must awaken!"

Thou prodest him with both hooves. His head doth shift, but naught else. In the mean time, he hath not ceased his sleeping procreation, nay, but increased his pace. Thy sister beginneth to moan. Upon what path lieth propriety? Verily, discretion is the better part of diligence. Thou makest as to leave, til thou hearest Celestia's voice.

"Luna."

Oh that thou could return to the moon.

"Yes, sister?"

She doth not reply. Ah, somniloquy. Thou art distracted by the sound of flesh slapping-

"Cease thy obscenity! Neither of ye sleepest!"

The human ceaseth not and sayeth,

"Hold on, I'm getting close!"

Such-

Impropriety

"CELESTIA, THY WINK HATH NO PLACE AT THIS JUNCTURE!"

"Oh wow, we need your Luna to yell at you some more, you are so tight~."

Thou hast no words. Thy widened eyes record every twitch. It hath been written in the book of fate, thou hast witnessed the plowing and seeding of thy sister. Thou requires strong drink and a dreamless sleep. Thy penance can wait.

Hmmm, the little prank may have gone too far. You can see a similar thought in Celestia's eyes.

"Well, we should probably apologize to her."

"I agree."

...

"After we shower."

The two of you stand outside Luna's bedroom door. You knock.

"Look, I'm sorry it got a little out of hand this morning,"

Her voice cuts you off.

"Out of hoof? I HAVE WITNESSED THEE FILL HER WOMB WHILST I REMAIN A SPINSTER!"

"I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you somehow, alright?"

"LEAVE MINE THRESHOLD!"

You follow Celestia around the corner and down the hall. She chews on her lip.

"I had thought, with a guard or somepony..."

"Um, what do you mean?"

Celestia sighs.

"I was always a bit more noticeable, when we were growing up. I often talked and flirted with mares and stallions, and I guess she...didn't."

You wince.

"So we just sorta rubbed her face in her own loneliness."

"Indeed."

You walk along in silence for a bit.

"We'll just have to find her a coltfriend, then."

Celestia considers this.

"You'll have to be careful about the stallion you pick. We don't want her being taken advantage of, or lied to."

True, true. Wait.

"I'll have to be careful? Aren't you coming too?"

Sunbutt gives you a regretful smile.

"I do have to rule Equestria from time to time. While you look, why don't you found the innuendo club? I would be interested to see who you recruit. Now, go my consort."

She swats your butt with a wing, then teleports you back home before you can react. Cheeky mare. As you eat breakfast, you consider your next move. You'll want to go into town, but what will be your cover story? You look around your shack like a peckish person peers into a fridge. Maybe you should make it bigger? You have an inkling that guests will be more common, and you only have a chair and a bed for sitting. A couch it is. There should be enough bits from the commission to cover the cost. That decided, you finish getting ready for the day.