III

Princess Luna loved many things. She loved art in all its forms - music, painting, literature - she loved her subjects; she loved the night-time, the peace and calmness it brought; she loved her sister, the only pony that truly knew her; she loved many things.

But nothing could compare to the pleasure from a magically vibrating unicorn horn between her legs.

Princess Luna hated many things. She hated when her subjects got hurt; she hated Nightmare Moon; she hated Discord; she hated having to adjust to Equestrian society after a thousand years in exile; she hated many things.

But nothing could compare to the frustration of having a sexy unicorn waiting for her on her bed when she was busy holding court.

The moist feeling of arousal between her legs wasn’t helping any either. She was sure her subjects were noticing the smell; at this point she simply did not care. Each pony seeking her audience seemed to take longer than the last, and the line seemed to just be growing longer and longer. How could her sister stand doing this every single day? And why did she have to do it now, when she is so horny?

Luna made a mental note to herself to not accidentally use the Royal Canterlot Voice when screaming in frustration. She would also need to compensate the poor stallion for the loss of his hearing, but that could wait until Celestia returned.

She made up her mind; this could not go on any longer. She ordered the guards to tell the remaining line to come back tomorrow, before walking back towards her bedroom, where that beautiful unicorn was waiting for her.

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High up in the mountains of Gryphonia, two unusually large ponies stepped out of an elaborately ornamented chariot parked near the edge of a cliff. One was a beautiful white winged unicorn mare, holding a chain in her mouth. The other was a red earth pony stallion, his leather harness attached to the other end of the chain. The mare nodded her head at the pegasi pulling the chariot; they nodded their heads back and took off.

She then turned around to greet the trio of griffons that stood waiting for her, and followed them into the mountain itself; into Fortress, the capital of Gryphonia.

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“Alright, Applejack, the ‘missing pony’ posters will be ready tomorrow”

“Thanks, Mayor. Ah just wish Ah knew why he’s disappeared all of a sudden. There’s a lot of work to be done around the farm... Much as Ah hate to admit it, Ah can’t do all that work by mahself.”

“I know, we’re doing everything we can to find him.”

“Ah hope he’s OK.”