Twilight was lying on a cold stone floor in a cell. She must have been arrested, although she was a little hazy on what crime had been committed. She was looking around desperately for a way of escape when her jailer came by to take her to trial.

The jailer seemed familiar, but she couldn't put her hoof on why. Cheerfully opening the door, the guard happily drove Twilight to the courthouse at a rapid trot. Whenever Twilight didn't trot fast enough, which seemed to be most of the time, the guard mare behind her nipped playfully on her behind. While this certainly had Twilight moving fast, it also left her very flustered.

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The run to the courthouse seemed to take much longer than it should have to Twilight's confused mind and she felt that she was getting dangerously excited by the time that they had arrived. The bailiff failed to look suitably stern as she fitted Twilight's forehooves with leg irons and 'encouraged' her to the dock by swatting her haunches with her truncheon. This again only helped raise Twilight's ardour.

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"All rise!", shouted the bailiff, in a voice that was loud enough to knock over the first row of jurors, somewhat defeating the purpose of her shout. Twilight was distressed to find that her tail was also following the bailiff's orders. Both order and chairs were quickly restored as Princess Celestia entered the chambers and took her seat, but Twilight's tail refused to behave and continued to swing high.

"Twilight Sparkle!", Celestia declared, "You are accused of taking advantage of my beloved sister's sweet innocence, seducing her and failing to cuddle afterwards!" The courtroom collectively gasped in horror at the last part. "How do you plead?"

Twilight cowered before the princess' divine wrath. "Not guilty?" she managed to squeak out.

"Call the first witness!" Celestia boomed, and the bailiff sauntered over to take to the witness stand.

"Princess Luna", Celestia said kindly to the witness, "could you please tell the court what happened on the day in question?"

"Oh, it was lovely!", the witness said, "Somepony broke into my room and kissed me in lots of places!" She seemed to be very happy about this.

"Is that person in the courtroom now?" asked the judge, to which the witness responded with eager nodding. "Could you please point out the person who committed this heinous crime?" She pointed at Twilight enthusiastically.

The courtroom gasped and the jurors seemed horrified. Twilight noticed with dismay that the jury consisted of Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Spike and no less than six Pinkie Pies - she was very embarrassed that her friends would see her like this.

"And what happened next?", Celestia asked the witness.

"She... she... She fell asleep! She didn't cuddle me or tell me how beautiful I am!" The witness burst into tears. The jury looked disgusted, except for two of the Pinkie Pies who were too busy making out with each other.

"Enough!", shouted an enraged Princess Celestia, "Has the jury reached its verdict?"

"We have, your honour," said Rarity.

"And how do you find the accused?"

"GUILTY!" all twelve jurors shouted at once. Twilight cowered and tried to make herself look as small as possible.

"Twilight Sparkle! You have been found guilty of a terrible crime. You shall be taken from this place, put in stocks and denied all access to quills, ink and paper until you have written a letter of apology to Princess Luna, telling her how beautiful she is!"

The witness seemed very happy with the sentencing, excitedly clapping with her hooves.

Twilight couldn't shake the feeling that the witness, who was very similar to the bailiff and her jailor, looked very familiar. She was unable to focus on this however as she was feeling very upset at how unfair the trial had been - the witness hadn't been sworn in!

She was not given an opportunity to object, though. She was lead away and placed in stocks in a deserted square in Canterlot. They weren't uncomfortable, but they held her neck and forehooves tightly - she couldn't even angle her head to admire the night sky. Her hind legs were held apart by manacles and her tail was swishing back and forth with her agitation. She tried to rub her thighs together to ease her want, but her legs were too far apart and she could not do it. A cool night breeze brushed against her damp nethers, causing her to whine with need.

Her tortuous solitude was interrupted by the sounds of an approaching policemare. She was whistling innocently, swinging her nightstick in a carefree fashion and wearing her police cap at a jaunty angle. The policemare was a magnificent sight with her long legs, slender horn and dark coloration, however her neatly folded wings obscured her cutie mark. Twilight was sure that if she could just see her cutie mark, she would know who it was.

The policemare's ambling gait finally brought her up to the stockade and she casually lent against it. "Hello, criminal," she said happily.

"Er, good evening officer," Twilight replied.

"Beautiful night, isn't it? Good visibility of the stars, nice soft moonlight - do you know how hard it is to soften moonlight properly? It takes hours with a tenderising hammer to get the glow just right. Yup, this is a good night."

"Uh, couldn't agree more officer. Um, maybe you can help me. You see, I think I'm supposed to write a letter-" She was brusquely cut off by the policemare.

"Oh, I don't think so. I can't just go around helping criminals - where would we be then? No, I just came by to ask if you'd seen a good salt lick around here?"

"Salt lick?", asked Twilight weakly, "No, I'm sorry, I haven't."

"Oh, you must have. Why, there's one right there on your head!"

"Oh no, that's just my horn. And please don't touch it, officer - it's a just mite sensitive right now. Hehe", Twilight said with a nervous smile.

"Nonsense! It looks delicious!", with that, the policemare darted forward and licked Twilght's horn from base to tip.

The stocks prevented Twilight's legs giving way as intense pleasure shot down her horn and stunned her mind.

"Hmm, you're right," said the policemare, "That isn't a salt lick. I can't quite place the flavour..."

"Uuuuhhh" moaned Twilight

"Maybe I should have another taste - just to be sure"

The policemare lost all pretence of hiding her grin as she took another lick of Twilight's horn, trailing her long tongue slowly along its length.

"Aaaaaahhh!" exclaimed a now-cross-eyed Twilight. She reflexively tried to shy her horn away, but the stocks held her tight.

With more gentle, teasing licks, the policemare continued to sample the now damp appendage. This drop in intensity gave Twilight a slight chance to recover her wits, but the respite didn't last for long.

A light rain of kisses fell on her horn, sending fireworks of pleasure off in her head. Twilight was breathing hard and now moaning, and now gasping. The dampness in her marehood had grown to the point that she could hear the steady drip of moisture onto the cobbles above the sound of her own struggling breath. The kisses stopped for a moment, and Twilight braced herself.

It wasn't enough. The beautiful policemare had now positioned herself to face the prisoner and could now take the entirety of Twilight's horn in her mouth. Twilight drew a deep, heaving breath as the sensation of heat and wet surrounding her horn threatened to overwhelm her. She was trembling all over, her haunches aching for contact, on the edge of some great precipice for what seemed an eternity, until the policemare sucked on her horn. Hard.

Twilight exploded with pleasure, her breath gone and a torrent of magic flowing through her horn and into the policemare's eager mouth. The intense suction didn't lessen, and the magic flow even intensified as the policemare's tongue, clinging to her horn, started to caress it. Twilight was unable to stop the flow and the pleasure continued to rise until she fainted.

Twilight had no idea how long it took for her to recover, but her senses slowly returned to find her gasping for breath, her weight entirely supported by the stocks that still held her and facing the grinning, flushed, beautiful policemare, who seemed a little out of breath herself.

"That was FUN!", the policemare said, "but I don't think you've paid your debt to society yet." She stood a moment, hoof on jaw, pretending to think.

"Aha!", she said, and she closed her eyes in concentration for a moment. Where once there was only one beautiful policemare, now there were suddenly two. "Huzzah! The fun has been DOUBLED!"

This was a mistake, however. The momentary lapse in focus required to conjure the second mare weakened the mental block Luna had put on Twilight. As the second grinning mare circled to Twilight's hindquarters, things clicked into place in Twilight's rapidly recovering mind.

"LUNA!", she roared, "you're doing this!" The stocks and manacles exploded.

"Ah! The prisoner has escaped! Run away!" the Luna standing behind Twilight blinked out of existence as fast as she had appeared. The one wearing the silly policemare outfit ran laughing down an alley.

Twilight chased after her in hot pursuit.

She followed the fast-disappearing shadow out of town and into a cornfield where ears of corn were growing about as high as her flanks. She chased the shadow into the corn without hesitation.

This was a mistake, as the heads of corn rubbed under her belly as she ran. They brushed her flanks, tickled her cutie mark and seemed to tease her teats and marehood with a mind of their own as she passed. Each stride she covered in her gallop caused the passing corn to excite her more, until she was forced to slow to a trot, breathing hard and not just from the running.

"If you build it, they will come!", a teasing voice shouted out of the darkness. Twilight spun to face the voice, about to charge, when she stopped and took a moment to collect herself.

Taking a deep breath, she bellowed with rage at the top of her lungs, "LUNA!"

There was a moment of silence and then the full moon above her was suddenly obscured as a dark alicorn serenely swooped down to settle in front of Twilight, the corn evaporating around her to give her room to land.

"Twilight, I felt your distress across the dreaming. Are you having a nightmare?" Luna's attempt at deception failed - Twilight noticed that while her smile appeared calm and her voice steady, her cheeks were deeply flushed and there were specks of drool around her muzzle.

Twilighted snorted angrily and Luna's smile dropped and her head drooped when she saw that Twilight was honestly upset.

"I am sorry, Twilight. I thought you might like it. I thought you would have fun. I only wanted to play", Luna said with a quiet voice, her head hanging low.

Twilight couldn't maintain her anger in the face of Luna's remorse. She sighed heavily. "I did enjoy it," she said, "but we needed to talk first."

Luna raised her head in askance. Twilight stepped forward to say more, but she had forgotten about the arousing corn. It brushed against her still-sensitive marehood, almost trying to work its way in, and pulled a groan from out of her. Luna quickly dismissed the corn and they were standing on a pavilion facing a meadow that glistened silver in the moonlight. There was the sound of a brook nearby.

Twilight smiled, blushing, at her surroundings. "Thanks, Luna. This is much better. Look, help me take care of this", she pointed to her dripping marehood with her prehensile tail, "as equals, and we can wake up and talk about this. About what we are."

Luna nodded. A faceless butler appeared at the foot of the pavillion, carrying a rectangular box suitable for holding duelling pistols. It solemnly marched up the steps and presented the contents of the box to the two mares. Resting in the faux-velvet box lining there were two large dildos.

Twilight couldn't hold back her laughter as she selected one of the tools and raised it with her magic. Turning to face Luna, she help her weapon aloft in mock-salute before manoeuvring it to Luna's moist pussy as she felt Luna position its twin to hers.

The butler drew forth a white hoofkerchief, held it aloft and then brought it down sharply. Its job done, the butler disappeared as the two mares raced to bring the other to climax first.

With a pounding rhythm, each mare drove their dildo into the other's marehood with enthusiasm. The force of the thrusts drove them forward until they were muzzle to muzzle gasping for breath.

Their eyes locked, and then their lips. The rhythm of their thrusts synchronised and a race became a dance, tongues and magic moving in unity.

It didn't take long. Luna was the first to come, falling to her knees and loosing control of her magic. Twilight was close enough that she could barely grasp the dong clenched tight in her lower lips with her own magic and drive herself to orgasm, frantically rubbing the swollen nub above her pussy with a hoof. She collapsed in front of Luna, and then edged herself forward, nuzzling Luna neck on neck, embracing her with her hooves.

They lay there, content, for a while before Twilight unsteadily rose to her feet. She kissed Luna on her nose. "You are beautiful. You are amazing. You are wonderful. I love you. But we need to talk. I'm going to wake up now. See you soon?"

Luna nodded with a weak smile as Twilight faded away as she awoke.

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"I'm sorry, Twilight", Luna said again as they stood facing each other in the gentle ruin they had made of Luna's bedchamber. "I got carried away. I thought it would be fun - that you would like it."

"I did, but... What are we, Luna? I can make it whatever you want it to be, really, but I need to know. One night stand? I'll walk out the door and never mention it again..."

"No!" Luna shouted forcefully, and then in a quieter voice, "No, please."

"Then do you want me to be your pet? I'll wear your collar. I'll come running when called. I will beg for treats. I would do anything to be with you, Luna."

"No, please. I just want to love you. To be loved..."

"But that's just it. Every time you've made love to me, I've been helpless - blind and with bound hooves, wrapped in sheets, held in stocks. I couldn't give back. If you're doing almost all the giving and I'm doing almost all the taking then I'm your pet", Twilight's voice was getting hoarse.

"No, no. I don't want a pet, I want you. I want a lover, a friend. It was just that you really seemed to like it. You really did. If you seemed unhappy, I would have stopped, I swear."

"I did enjoy it, but if you want me to be your lover, and I really want to be your lover, I need to be able to give too. We need to act as equals."

"We can do that", Luna was pleading, close to tears, "we can make this work, please? Please don't let me be alone again."

"I won't, I promise," Twilight kissed Luna's lips tenderly. "If that's what you want, we will make it work. But, uh, I think we both like being 'on top' sometimes, if you know what I mean. We might have to, um, take turns." This last came with a sheepish grin.

Luna lunged forward and held her in a tight embrace. "Yes! We can take turns. We'll make this work, please. And if we're setting boundaries, is there anything I should know? I don't want to make more mistakes."

"Well, let's be sensible - nothing too fast. Safewords like 'Red' for 'Stop', 'Amber' for 'Pause' or 'Slow down' and 'Green' for 'Go', or 'Harder, more?'", Luna nodded, "And, um, that thing you did to my mind? When I couldn't realise who you were and that we were in a dream?"

"Yes?"

"Looking back, that was hot, but I like to play too. I can pretend - you don't need to block my mind. If you want to, we can play like that. You know, cops and robbers, cowponies and buffalo, doctors and nurses, slave girl and demanding mistress, Princess and her naughty vizier..." Twilight's blush was growing stronger as the litany grew.

"Play Princess and Housemaid in dreams? Do you know who We are, peasant?" Luna was grinning broadly.

"Yes, you're Luna", said Twilight with a smile, "you're my princess and goddess and lover." She fell silent for a moment, "We don't have to be in dreams to play, you know..." One of Twilight's eyebrows arched suggestively.

Luna giggled, clutching her hooves to her mouth.

"Hmmm, Luna, if we're going to take turns, then I think it's my turn right now, and I owe you a horn-job."

Suddenly serious, if a little embarrassed, Luna nodded and lay down submissively in front of the younger mare. "How do you want me? I can conjure up some stocks if you like..." she said in a small voice.

Twilight relaxed, and smiled. "No need - we can use the honour system for this."

Luna looked curious.

"You just lie there, just like that. You are honour bound to not move a muscle while I play with you. I mean, take care of you". Luna gulped, but held still.

"Now there is a little problem - I can't get my mouth around all your horn - but don't worry, I've got it under control." Twilight's magic aura seized the blue stocking that was still lying at the foot of the bed and held it aloft.

"Your horn is lovely, mistress, but it looks a little dull", said Twilight in a suddenly more servile voice, "Hold very still, mistress, while your servant gives it a lick of spit and polish." Twilight's servile tone didn't stretch as far as her evil grin or laughing eyes.

"Now don't shy away while I'm doing this, mistress, or we shall have to start over."

Luna trembled a little as a grinning Twilight approached, tongue practically hanging out her mouth and stocking held aloft. This was going to be difficult, but promised to be lots of fun.