A Season in the Sun IV

>First Light of Our Reckoning in Equestria

>Be Sir Anonymous

>Your trip to the Ponyville train station ends as you are awoken to Celestia's sun

>Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and, of course, Scootaloo are huddled around you

>Scootaloo is nestled closely to your side

>The train arrives and comes to a halt at the platform

>You encourage the foals to wake up, though the feeling of weightlessness from the hard stop does well on its own

SL: Erm, ten more minutes...

AB: Ah don't wanna buck apples this mornin'...

SB: I'll get dressed in a little, Rarity...

A: Wake up, subjects!

>You break into the traditional voice for this

>All three fillies scream and hop to their feet

A: Excellent! Good morrow to you three... we have arrived at our destination. Step lively

>You are able to march the three out with little resistance and begin to make your way into Ponyville

>It is a fairly quick route, if not full of gawking merchants and chiding onlookers

>You and your merry band of "human assistants" arrive at the Golden Oaks Library

>A quick rapping at the door and you are granted entrance

>You stand in utter horror at what you see before you

>A foul creature stands at the door

>Its armored body gleams, its fangs drip with saliva, razor sharp talons threaten to rend you limb from limb and its lashing tail ridicules your fragile bones

>Your teeth grit with an unnatural rage and your blood boils in your veins

A: Gloire au premier homme à mourir!

>You charge the rapacious beast and pin it under your boot heel

>You lift your free boot, happy your wore the steeled-heel pair today, and hover just above the beast's head

A: Witness the Empress' glory through us!

>Your mind and body are as one, you shall eradicate the heretical scum in the name of the Empress!

>A sudden scream catches your attention and a force of light rips through your body

>You land several feet away from the dragon, but your bloodlust pulls you back on your feet

A: Draconiques espions sur nos terres!

>You see Twilight Sparkle appear from the doorway, her horn glowing and her eyes as pale as moonlight

TS: What do you think you're doing to Spike?! Are you -crazy-!

A: M'lady, Twilight Sparkle! Stand back from that wretched beast!

>You see the unclean spawn stand to its feet and run to one side of Twilight

TS: What's wrong with you, Anon?!

>Not killing dragons on sight

>The year of our Empresses 999+1

>You hear a faint sobbing sound of a small child and look to your band of fillies

>They seem more confused than anything, not one tear shed

S: T-Twilight! Who is that? Why's he trying to hurt me?

>By the light of the Moon! It speaketh in the native tongue!

TS: Don't worry, Spike... he's -nop0ny-

>Twilight looks at you with a malice previously unseen

A: The drakes have learned our tongue? They cry?! We let them cavort amongst Ponyville?! What is transpiring in this mad world?!

>Twilight drops her magic and sighs

TS: Spike, girls... go inside... I need to deal with Anon alone

>Everyone does as commanded and you are left facing down a very angry unicorn

A: Twilight Sparkle, forgive us. We know not what error we have caused, but only what duty would have of us!

TS: You... you... bonehead! Didn't you learn anything since our talk? This -isn't- your time or the Dragon Wars or anything like that!

A: M'lady, we are terribly...

TS: No! You crossed the line attacking Spike! He's a baby dragon, what could he even do?

A: Burn down the whole of Ponyville and slaughter most of the inhabitants

TS: Maybe in -your- time! Spike is a kind, gentle dragon who would never hurt anyp0ny

>You stop to consider the damages you may have caused the young drake... it is hard to care, actually!

A: We... we do not know what words would soothe our actions

TS: Why are you even here?

A: On behave of our Princess of the Sun. We have a parcel for the unicorn, Twilight Sparkle

>You brandish a magnificent covered book from your clothing

>Twilight's eyes gleam and she smiles widely

>The book is taken quickly from you by her magic and she looks over the cover

TS: Are you sure the princess wants me to have this?

A: We know not what the Princess wants other than for you to receive the book

TS: We need to work on your speech

A: What dost thou find erroneous about our tongue?

TS: ... You just answered your own question, Anon...

>Twilight enters her home and you see the gang of fillies step out to meet you

AB: Oh, hey there, Anon! We decided we ain't gonna get a cutie mark assistin' ya, so we're gonna go. See ya!

SB: It was smashing. Toodeloo!

A: You mean, "à tout à l’heure?"

SB: That's what I said!

>Applebloom and Sweetie Belle head off as Scootaloo approaches you

SL: It was... it was really fun, Anonymous. I'll still see you around, right?

A: Very likely, my little dear

>She smiles and chases after her friends

>You watch the three young sparks gallop into the waiting day

>You suddenly find yourself alone again

>Oh, well... Cueille le jour, as they say!

>You look around for a little while and consider seeing what merchants offer these days

>Most unfortunately, shops close in your presence and ponies seem terrified of you

>Machiavelli may not have been entirely correct

>You are about to head to the train station when a pink ball of curls blocks your way

PP: Anon! Oh, I remember you from that tea party we had at Fluttershy's! Hey, what're you doing in town today?

A: We were on our way home

>Pinkie looks you over thoroughly

PP: Hmm, you look a little... lost? You feeling alright?

A: Of course we are feeling well! M'lady, you need not burden yourself with...

>You are suddenly dragged into a nearby shop

PP: I bet a cupcake will fix whatever's on your mind. Those things are -good-!

>You are forcibly sat and a tray of delicious confectionaries are spread before you

A: We do appreciate your kindness, Pinkie Pie, but we simply do not wish to intrude

PP: Pfft, it's fine! I brought you in here anyways! Also, everyone's away and no customers have been around. So~ boring!

>You raise a scrumptious looking treat and marvel at its elegance

A: The craftsmanship you place into these cakes is incredible, chef Pinkie Pie

>You take a large bite and marvel further at the sweet, airy flavors

PP: I'm glad you like 'em! I bake almost everything in here by hoof! No frozen dough here! Oh~, unless you want the ice-box pie or a lemon meringue tart! Those are frozen dough! But, I make them first -than- freeze them!

>This chef is truly excited

>It does brighten your mood a bit

A: Tell us, chef, to what do you call this creation we are partaking in?

PP: That is a new line of super secret holiday cupcakes. I call it the, "WHOA". It stands for Whipped Honey, Oats and Apples! Pretty great, right?

>She smiles widely and leans into you a bit

A: Very excellent. May we have the honour of bringing these back with us?

PP: Sure! I'll make you a whole box so you have plenty to share! Who are you taking them back to anyways?

A: Princess Luna

>Pinkie stops for a long moment, quite strange for someone of her enthusiasm

PP: You think Night Mare Moon would like these treats?!

>You cock your head to one side and look at her oddly

A: Yes, Princess Luna adores sweets. These are a fine lot to present her with

PP: How do you know so much about Night Mare Moon? She was gone for like a bazillion years!

A: We are her vassal

>Pinkie scratches her head for a moment

PP: What's a, "vassal?"

A: A type of servant to which we honour our Princess' home and name. Though we are elevated in the rank above a typical vassal and owe no true debt of monetary means this day

PP: So, like... a butler?

>You shrug and assume

A: We believe so?

PP: Good for you, Anon! Everyp0ny should have a job that makes them as happy as you are!

>You nod, think and smile at her words

A: Chef Pinkie Pie! You are an inspirational one. Such words of wisdom we have scantly heard since our arrival!

>She bounces along to the kitchen to retrieve more baked goods

>Her deceiving Earth caste appearance hides a sharp and witty mind, no doubt!

>You are sure one of her parents are of unicorn descent

>She returns quickly with a delicately wrapped box

PP: Here you go, Anon! Fresh and hot!

A: Wondrous work. What is the cost for such fine treats?

PP: Nothing today! This one's on me! Oh, I hope the Princess likes them!

A: We know she shall love them and eat them with great haste!

>She giggles

PP: You talk silly. It's really kind'a cute~!

>You smile and shake your head

>Such an interesting young mare, well ahead of her time

>Your trip through the train station is autonomous at this point and the ride seems to go quickly

>By the sun's location, you estimate another five hours before Luna will awake

>You should offer tribute upon Celestia

>'Tis only proper of a gentleman and a scholar

>You make your way to her chambers and find her reading over scrolls

>Not much has changed in one thousand years after all

A: Our empress, Celestia! We have arrived and bring treats from the boroughs of Ponyville!

>Celestia beckons you over to her bed

>You take her form in as you approach

>Her mane is filled with age and her mouth holds noticeable lines

C: Anonymous! I am very glad to see you. We have not spoken since your errand. I presume it went well?

A: As we have held your commands, so we shall always follow

>Celestia smiles

C: I have not heard -that- signifier in many years. You bring back an interesting nostalgia

>You look slightly crossed at that line as you brandish a muffin

A: For thee, our ladyship! A cupped cake from chef Pinkie Pie. A culinary delight known only as the, "WHAO"

C: Ah, "chef" Pinkie Pie?

>Celestia chuckles lightly to herself before taking the cupcake

>Her first bite and you can see she is greatly pleased

C: Oh, my! Pinkie really put her all into this! Delicious

>You nod and bow

A: We are pleased our majesty enjoyed her treat

C: Oh yes, always a delight to have Pinkie's cooking

>Celestia smacks her lips and delicately wipes her muzzle

C: Please, Anon... come hither and have a seat beside me. We have much reminiscing to do

>Cautiously, you approach your empress

>Though she wears a calm demeanor, you know she is capable of great destruction and even greater violence

>While Luna's was the word, Celestia's was always the sword

>You finally take a seat on the edge of her bed and lean closely to the door

>Just in case...

C: Anonymous... Sir Anonymous... it has been a long time and I am sure it is strange to you. My sister too is ill adapted. I feel like I must help you, but I am not entirely sure how. Please, tell me what you have gathered since visiting town

A: Ah, yes, field report...

>You clear your throat

A: We have uncovered the unicorn, Twilight Sparkle, current occupation is unknown. Current relationship is to Princess Celestia. She harbours a dragon named, "Spike" in her dwelling. 'Tis a baby drake at this time. Did -not- terminate under orders by Twilight Sparkle

>Celestia bites her lower lip and looks around nervously

C: I just remember you had the power of executioner still... we're going to have to change some of your royal duties

>You look at your princess in disbelief

>You understand she is doing only what is best for this world

C: Do go on, however!

A: We have encountered mixed races living and working together. 'Tis not considered immoral, we have concluded, as it once may have been. We have also noted that unicorns are not given their proper reverence by lower castes and that the Earth caste is allowed access to Canterlot

>Celestia nods and bites her lip again

C: The caste system went out about eight-hundred years ago. We'll work on teaching you that. Go on...

A: We have encounter pegasi living on the ground and working outside of their caste... if we understand what you have said, they may take any job they are assigned these days?

>Celestia shakes her head

C: All ponies are free to choose their home, job and even mate these days

>You shake your head and sigh

A: We always assumed the world would end before interracial breeding was instated

>Celestia chuckles somewhere between cruelly laughing and nervously concerned

C: You make me realize just how much the world has changed. Your charming racism will be another point to take care of. Tell me... you haven't spit on any Earth caste while in Ponyville, have you?

A: Of course not, my empress! We would not waste saliva on such lowly workers!

C: Eh... good enough reason. It seems to me that you remember the olden days well still. Oddly enough, my sister is nearly a blank slate. I have a mission for you two and I will have you deliver it to Luna at sunset

A: We are prepared, Princess

C: Princess Luna and Sir Anonymous are to remain by each other's side and learn to function in this new era. You shall be tutored by my pupil, Twilight Sparkle, about friendship... and new ethics and morals if need be

>You grimace at the name of the purple unicorn, but you do what you must for princess and nation!

A: We shall carryout your will, our majesty!

C: Excellent, Anon... you are dismissed

A: Yes, m'lady

>You bow and leave with your mission scroll and box of cupcakes in hand

>You head towards Luna's chambers and slowly creep inside

>There she is, laying so elegantly on her bed

>Her body is exposed to the open air as her quilt lays rolled upon the floor

>You slowly approach the Princess

>Her face is a work of fine art, powerful, beautiful

>So full of life and happiness... nothing at all like the Princess of the Sun

>You whisper as you gather her blanket up

A: Our dearest Luna... oh, how we have longed to see you once more. We have dreamed for many a night of being in your bed chamber and in your quilts. To have dreamed of being your quilts upon which you lay is passion from the soul

>Luna mumbles in her sleep

L: Anon-y-mous...

>You kneel at her bed side and listen intently

>Is it true? Does your empress dream of you?

L: You are...

>Yes? Yes?!

L: Too funny...

>You hang your head in dismay and look upon her face

>You are taken back to that night again as you see her lips glisten

A: We used our tongues for so many battles... to think of our excitement when our tongues dueled for territory of the bedchambers. Luna, our love...

>Your heart beats quickly as you stare upon her heavenly face

>What if you could steal a kiss in her sleep?

>'Tis an act of selfishness, true...

>You lean in and feel Luna's hot breath on your lips

>Closer you creep, as a creep you now have become

>As your lips meet her own, your eyes close and you draw in her taste

>The most perfect lips in all of the nation, without doubt

>Your kiss ends as you feel a sudden hard object jab into your gut

>Opening your eyes, you see a beautiful pair of eyes staring back at you with resentment

A: My... Princess... we wish you... a good evening...

>You clutch your side and move away

L: What is the meaning of this intrusion, jester! How dare you touch thy royal lips!

A: We can explain...

L: We are in no mood to listen!

>Thunder lights up the room and Luna's face twists into an angry scowl

A: M'lady, we meant no trespass unto you. We were just overcome

>She scoffs and turns her beautiful face away

L: We should have you stung up and left in the dungeon!

A: 'Twas not our finest moment, we concur... we do come bearing gifts, if our Princess would be wholly accepting?

>She stands before you with irritation on her face

>Slowly, her face returns to a gentler mare you recognize

L: We will accept your gifts, but swear by thy name never to caress the royal mouth again!

>You feel wounded at her words, but do as she declares

L: Now... what is it you have brought your Princess?

>A little smile plays across her perfect muzzle

A: We bring cupped cakes from Sugar Cube Corner, m'lady!

L: Ah, yes, we have heard of these new delicacies, but have found the royal bakery wanting...

A: We implore our empress to eat from these confectioneries! We personally know the chef who created these artful cakes and can attest to their worth!

>She looks skeptically at you for a moment before taking a cupcake with her magic

>Her porcelain teeth tear into the moist cake and rich frosting in a most ladylike fashion

L: These are... delectable!

A: 'Twas our face when we ate them as well!

>Luna looks at you with softer eyes now

L: Accept our gratitude

A: Princess, if you would spare a moment. We also bring news of a task from our Princess of the Sun

>Luna's eyes flash for a moment and a strange light emits from her mane

>The seizure passes rather quickly, leaving Luna dazed

>You help her over to her bed and she rests her sleek form

A: M'lady, are you well?

L: Yes... we... had a vision... or so we think

A: What did your eyes see, empress?

L: A glimpse of the past, we presume.... we saw your form encased in stone, but it would not make apparent why

>Something in you must have triggered this fragmented memory and you wonder

A: Princess Luna... do you recall any events transpiring on the eve of your banishment?

>Luna focuses on you for a moment and her eyes dilate

L: We remember... a fight had broken out... we remember crying, a pain...

>Luna's eyes fill with tears and stream down her cheeks

L: We see you... you are burning... stone... cold... so cold. Then there is nothing but darkness... we are angry...

>The Moon Princess' eyes continue to water as she stares silently at you

>You fall upon your knees at her side

L: Who are you, one called, "Anonymous?"

A: An old friend...

>You stroke her side with your hand

>The Princess neither yells nor flinches, but accepts you for the moment

A: The task bestowed upon us is to learn of this bizarre new world together. As set forth by your sister. M'lady, Luna, we would be honoured if you allow us such an opportunity and fulfill our Princess' wish?

>Luna's eyes dry a bit and her innocence takes hold of her

L: Anonymous, we are frightened. We do not know what our people know. We cannot lead as our sister shall. We are but an old mare's tale this season

>You stand to your feet and lay hands upon her beautiful hoof

A: Luna, my dearest princess... we shall walk behind you as always we have and we shall have your back in war -and- peace... as our bargain was struck all those years past. We can never forget what the words of our empress was on that fortuitous night

>Luna's eyes widen as she looks into your face

A: "We meet now upon the precipice of a new age. We take you upon us, for your actions will justify our whims and in all your endeavors so shall you demonstrate our prestige..."

A+L: "And by our birthright, we grant you the title of 'vassal', sworn to the throne, the nation and all of ponykind!"

>There is a ringing silence in your head before Luna speaks once more

L: We know not why we know this oath... 'tis disturbing and confounding to us

A: We knew of a beautiful ruler in our time...

>You urge Luna to her hooves

A: Cry no more, our shining moon, for we have returned...

>You take the princess by her shoulder and poise yourself neatly

L: Anonymous, what are thee up to this time?

A: Dost our princess recollect a most magnificent waltz? Perhaps we shall lead just this once?

>Her body is rigid in your hands as you lead her through two steps

A: A most magnificent governess you have been to us...

>You sweep her beautiful form into the moonlight shining through her window

>The floor sparkles magnificently, it feels just like a ballroom

>Slowly, Luna begins to loosen up and steps in time without much pushing on your part

>You sing lowly over her

A: For you, there will be no crying... For you, the moon will be sh~ining... And we feel that when we're with you, it's alright! ... We know it's alright...   

>Luna chuckles as you step to and fro

L: A superb dancer, Sir Anonymous, but you are no spring songbird

A: We had said before, "if we to be a poet, thou never hath knoweth"

>Luna laughs at your awkward rhyme and smiles

L: Sir Anonymous, I...

>You stare back into her eyes with all the brilliance you can muster

>Possibly, it is the sweets, or maybe it is the moonlight

>Something is right in the world as Luna stares back with her majesty

>Her lips pucker slightly and her eyes gleam with the intensity of stars

>Your heart beats fast and you breath out

>Your hand runs over her ear and moves her lustrous mane back to expose her face

>You lean in slowly, charily, savoring every half-second

>The heat of her mouth brushes upon your lips... so close

>The chamber door bursts open with a blaring sound of trumpets

Guard: Princess Luna! We have arrived to issue your requested wake-up call! That is all!

>The guard looks at Luna and you, embracing closely and nearly devouring each other's face

Guard: Uh, right... I will check on your breakfast... ahem~!

>Luna quickly pushes you out of her hooves and you stumble backwards

L: Yes, noble guard! Um, we thank thee! Dismissed!

>The guard trots off

L: Oh, thou sorcery! Enchanting us with sweets and beautiful dancing and serenades and...

>Luna's face is crossed in blush

L: A~hem... Anonymous! As our vassal, we demand you prepare for us a trip to meet our new subjects in Ponyville! We except nothing less than what thy would classify as a royal stay! Dismissed!

>Luna stands to her full height, head held proudly

>It is just as you remembered

>You want to scream and cheer and burst into celebration to be under Luna's command again

>You wish to sing your joy from the very rooftops of Canterlot to know that your princess has remember some part of you this day

>But, you remain valiant and bow to your princess

A: Understood, m'lady. We shall call for thee before the light of the next moon is cast!

>Luna nods happily

L: We await your return, our vassal

>Just hearing these words causes your heart to flutter

>You race from her chambers and to your own

>You gather what items you will need and dress in your formal uniform

>The princess has regained some memory and you are determined to continue

>Be swift, my legs, to carryout my plans!

>As you approach the exit of the castle, a large figure blocks your path

C: My faithful vassal, did you deliver the message to my sister?

A: We have and, oh joyous occasion, are proceeding to arrange for our Princess of the Night to meet with her subjects! We must make haste, our empress

>Celestia strides beside you

C: I must issue a simple warning to you, Anonymous. Our sister is new and delicate to this world. While a princess, she is not as resilient to rejection as one such as yourself. Do take care of her, would you?

A: Empress! We could dream of nothing more urgent than Luna's well being. We shall personally see to it that all is done to learn about this new world and...

C: Do not forget to retrieve Twilight Sparkle

>Damnation! You forgot about her!

A: Of course, m'lady! We could never forget of your unicorn pupil and her... dragon -friend-

C: I think she will be vital in helping both you and Luna adjust to the times

>Celestia smiles a wicked, toothy smile

>You remain your noble self and nod

A: We shall see to Luna is well maintained and Twilight Sparkle shall be in our company... as you wish

C: Excellent! You've always been a great help to me. I am happy to see time hasn't changed that

>You almost cannot fathom why Celestia is making you so angry inside

>Almost

C: Take care, my vassal!

>With that, Celestia walks off to her chambers for the night

>You continue on your way

>Luna will have the finest foods from chef Pinkie Pie

>Fluttershy's home is plentiful with space and her kindness will easily show

>You hope Twilight does not interfere with your great works

>You know she will...

>You arrive at the Canterlot train stations and check the clock

>fifteen more minutes 'til the train arrives

>You pace about, lost in thought for a moment

>Out of the corner of your eye, you see an approaching cloaked figure

>They stand close enough to warrant you attention

>They creep closer and closer still

A: Can we help you?

>You clutch your rapier under your coat

>The pony reveals herself to be a unicorn

>Her white mane parts neatly around her horn, as all well-bred unicorns aspire for, and she begins

GPT: I, the Great and Powerful Trixie, have seen you running back and forth to that dreadful Ponyville. Who and -what- are you?

>You release your grip on the rapier's handle

A: We are known as, "Sir Anonymous", but you may call us simply, "Anon." We are a human and vassal to the throne

GPT: V-vassal? -You-? How did somep0ny like -you- get to be a vassal of the princess?

A: Princesses...

>You correct with an imp's his

GPT: Oh, yes, the Great and Powerful Trixie had heard of the arrival of the Moon Princess, Luna. That doesn't really explain -you- though

A: What is to explain, m'lady?

GPT: Forget Trixie asked...

>You stand a while longer until the train finally comes

>This uncomfortable unicorn beside you taps her hoof impatiently

>As you board the train for the trip, the neurotic unicorn steps about you

>Her interest in you in is unsettling at the least

GPT: The Great and Powerful Trixie is the greatest and most powerful unicorn in all of Equestria

>You stare at her for a long while

A: We suppose? We have been away too long to know

>She looks up at you in dismay

>You are... indifferent

GPT: I see you're skeptical of the -Great- and -Powerful- Tr~ixie!

>You really aren't

>The blue mare stands on her hinds legs and waves her hooves in the air

>A spark of magic cackles into the air and a display of sparks fills the cabin

>A green pinwheel twists and whistles along

>You yawn

GPT: W-what?! Are you not mystified by Trixie's amazing magic show?

>You brandish a small, white candle and hold it by the wick

>It slides gracefully through your fingers and the candle dangles at your wrist

A: Relâchez!

>The candle twirls quickly on its string and Trixie's magic is scatter about her

>She looks at you with equal parts anger and confusion

GPT: What did you just do?

A: We dispelled your parlor tricks

GPT: But, that's impossible! Dispelling isn't even a real thing!

A: We imagine it hasn't be practiced in open circles since the end of the war...

GPT: The war?! -Who- are you?!

>As the train arrives, you stand up and smile

A: A simple vassal to our ladyships

>You walk away as Trixie rushes after you

>She stamps her hooves and snorts

GPT: Fix Trixie's magic!

>You chuckle knowingly

A: But you, the Great and Powerful Trixie, should have no trouble breaking my spell

GPT: This isn't funny, Anon! Fix my horn

>What a loudmouth

A: Fine, turn about yourself

GPT: What?

A: Face away from me

GPT: So you can steal my tail or something crazy?! Forget it!

A: We are trying to help you regain your powers

>She snorts and huffs, but finally turns around

>This magic is hilariously simple to dispel

GPT: OK, just hurry up! The Great and Powerful Trixie is not pleased with this at...

>You give her a slap on the rump and she jumps at least three feet vertically

GPT: What was that you... you...

>Trixie reflexively blasts you with a firework

>It pushes you back a foot or so, but does no real damage

GPT: Oh... well, at least you're not a liar...

A: We are a man of our word, nothing more, nothing less! Now, madame, we bid you farewell!

>You tuck your trinkets back into your clothing and make your way through the night

>The town is quiet for such a beautiful night

>You think back to the church and the prayers that would light the night with song and dance

>It would make sense that with Luna's absence, the church too would disassemble

>You move swiftly in the night to the library

>You knock quickly at the door, but are greeted by none

>Surely, any pupil of Celestia's would know to sleep lightly

>After a few minutes of idling by the door, you decide to simply enter

>The lock opens smoothly under your practiced hands and you show yourself in

>The library is dark and shelves loom in the corners

>You take up a lantern and light the way

>You circle around the place checking out books and looking over notes written by Twilight

>You imagine these numbers and lines are new sciences ahead of you

>A bridle lays on the floor next to a pair of socks and a comb

>It seems this unicorn is unkempt, not very becoming of their race, though not unheard of for a scholar of the arts and sciences

>You take a set of winding stairs to the second floor and find the bedroom of Twilight Sparkle

>She is laying by a window, moonlight seeping in to illuminate her purple figure

>The contemptuous drake lays in a basket at the foot of her bed

>You know that it is your duty to wake her under orders from Celestia

>She does look peaceful though... you will wait another hour or so

>You find a chair and sit back in it

>You rest your eyes for a while and begin planning accordingly

TS: Celestia...

>You're eyes open as you hear Twilight cooing in her sleep

TS: Not... the... jam... too sticky...

>Your eyes narrow as you wonder how out of context this dream may be

>The little unicorn tosses lightly in her sleep before smacking her dry lips together

>You laugh aloud and try to cover your mouth before making too much of a ruckus

>You hiss through your hand

>Twilight opens her eyes slowly and yawns

>You sit at attention now and try to look regal

A: Good evening, Twilight Sparkle...

>Her eyes open wide and she leaps from her bed with fright

TS: What are -you- doing here!

>She shudders a bit before lifting her head over the bed post to see you

A: We are here on royal business

>Twilight looks out the window for a moment and calculates something

TS: It's 4 AM! What could you possibly be doing in my house at 4 AM?

A: We come bearing a task from Princess Celestia herself

>You hand over the written instructions

>Twilight quickly reads over the list and grimaces slightly

TS: "Royal" business is throwing a welcoming party for Luna? That doesn't sound like what Princess Celestia would send me to do

A: Our Princess would -not- have you welcome her honoured sister?

TS: Well, she would! Just... why are you involved?

A: We are the royal vassal and must make our Princess content in all ways we can

>Twilight gives you a deadpan stare

TS: Right... sure... so, if you would excuse me, I am going back to bed and I want you to bother me when the sun's up

A: But, there is so much to plan!

TS: "Plan"? Let me tell you about planning. By waking me up, you set my whole schedule back and I won't be able to make it up!

>She pulls out a sheet of paper and points to the times

TS: I was suppose to sleep for seven hours, uninterrupted, but that's not going to happen now. Especially with you here

A: We see... we admire your planning, very strategic, if not a little rigid

TS: Well, thank you... now, go home and let me get some sleep

A: As you wish, m'lady. Know that we shall arrive at first morning's light and expect your audience then

TS: Fine, sure, go home...

>Twilight lays back in bed and wraps herself in the quilts

>You leave her dwelling to see the moon nearly dipping unto the horizon

>You sit outside of her tree house dwelling and plot

>The stillness is broken by a pegasus darting around the sky

>After a few seconds, it has placed dozens of clouds about in a thick blanket

>You wave and call out to the figure

A: Hello! You there! May we have a word with you?!

>The figure nears you and you see that it is the friend of Twilight, Rainbow Dash

>She rushes towards you and stops with incredible precision

RD: Oh, hey, you... what are you doing up so early?

A: Trying to visit Twilight...

RD: I figured, what with you standing outside her house and all...

>She smirks at you

A: We are concerned. It looks like rain

RD: You bet your tail it is! Ponyville is schedule for a full storm today. Gonna last for pretty much the whole day

A: Damnation! We had plans to fulfill today

RD: I really wouldn't if I were you. We got 50 mile per hour winds, strong gusts and the tide's pretty high too! A lot of rain's going to be pouring down, but we already prepared the drainage system for that, not to mention reinforced the dam

>There must be a way to accomplish your goals!

>Rainbow looks you over for a few moments while you are lost in thought

RD: So, human, huh? What's that like?

>Why does everyone you meet ask that question?

A: 'Tis a very splendid thing... do you know how long the weather is to be chaotic?

RD: Umm... the next twelve hours are gonna be the worst, it calms down after like fifteen or sixteen hours

>Just perfect! More than half the day!

>You cannot truly prepare for any festival if the day and night are rained in

>The chromatic pegasus waves and takes her position in the sky again

>She works quickly to line the clouds up and the skyline begins to obscure

>You sigh in defeat and walk back into Twilight's home

A: Our dearest, Luna... forgive us this delay

>A familiar face peaks over from the top floor

>You see Twilight trot casually down the steps to the floor below to meet you

TS: Well, since you've woken me up, I decided to get a head start on my schedule to make room for your schedule...

A: Won't be necessary, m'lady. A storm approaches today

>You must look more broken than you realized as Twilight moves closer still to comfort you

TS: Oh, it's... alright, Anon. Don't be so sad. We can still make preparations... we just can't actually do anything

A: We can, yes. We shall plan, at the very least!

TS: That's the spirit! Now, tell me. What do we know about Luna? All I have to go on is from mythology and archaeological findings

A: The Princess' favorite colour is midnight blue, favorite food is crème brûlée, favorite waltz is Moonlight On the River, loves to please her subjects, takes great care of her servants, loves her older sister, never steps in puddles of water, sleeps in the daylight, and can speak seventeen known languages

>Twilight looks at you with wide eyes and chuckles nervously

TS: I see you've spent some time with the Princess, ha ha...

A: A very long time, indeed!

TS: Well, it's good to know you are the expect on this subject... let me make a list. Should we get the royal bakers from Canterlot to cater?

A: Nay, we would prefer the masterful chef in town, Pinkie Pie

TS: Oh, Anon, Pinkie's not a chef

>You stare at Twilight's obviously false words

A: We have witnessed her bake, we have tasted her goods and found them delectable. How can you dismiss such a gifted mind as Pinkie Pie?

TS: Yeah... gifted... Anon, Pinkie is a worker for the Cake's bakery at Sugar Cube Corner. She doesn't own the store

A: This is... most unorthodox. How does she make such incredible desserts if she is not the chef?

>Twilight shrugs

TS: She's great at her job, yeah, but we'd have to see if the Cake's have the time to do a catering job like this

>You nod in agreement

>Twilight does speak truths on this matter

A: So, please do tell us... is Fluttershy the owner of the inn by the forest?

>She chuckles

TS: That's just her house... it's more like a zoo than an inn

A: Oh, we suppose that makes some sense... we had never had such an -affable- host before

>Twilight looks up at you

TS: What do you mean by that?

A: Fluttershy was exceedingly giving, infinitely kind, if you will

>Twilight's face twists as she calculates in her head

TS: So... you did sleep over at her house...

>Twilight walks to your side and places a hoof on your shoulder

TS: Anon, I know you are probably old enough to know, but if somep0ny tries to touch you in a way that's uncomfortable, just walk away!

>You tilt you head at her

A: Honestly, m'lady, our body needed what we were offered. Though we cannot lie, 'twas shallow horseplay. Just a passing fancy in the night

>Twilight pulls back from you and her face shows an intense expression

TS: You really did -do- it with her! Oh my gosh! It's just like Fluttershy to... experiment... but, you two only just met! You're not even a pony!

A: We do not follow...

TS: It's weird! It is weird! You are a human! She's a pony! A pony, Anon! What if you got hurt? What if she over did herself this time!

A: Twilight Sparkle, we promise it was consensual. Besides, as a royal servant, it was more her privilege than our own

>Twilight shakes her head as if the thing she just heard is boarding the insane

TS: We have -got- to catch you up with the times... and keep Fluttershy away from endangered species... did you... -do- anyp0ny else since you've been back?

>You think back to the filly, Scootaloo

A: We are uncertain... does mutual masturbation account for penetrative sex this day and age?

>Twilight's face is beaming red with embarrassment

TS: Yeesh, how lewd was it a thousand years ago?

A: Nothing is vulgar about the pony or human form. 'Tis a beautiful act of copulation. Merely a ballet in motion between two bodies

>Twilight stares at you for a moment before a trickle of blood leaks from her nose

TS: Ahh! I can't believe what I'm hearing! I can't believe we're having this conversation!

>She ducks her head and trembles lightly

>You fear you may be disrupting the mission now

A: Enough talk about flights of fancies and may and mayhap! We still have the task again

TS: True... um... yeah, so... two mares since you got here... I mean! No, not like that... just... OK~! The mission! Ha ha! Yes, that important mission from the Princess herself

>Twilight reads the letter over again

TS: I don't see much about a party for Luna in here... this is more about teach Luna and you about how the world works today

A: The Princess has asked us to make arrangements to meet her subjects. The party is an idea we believe will facilitate the unveiling of the Moon Princess

>Twilight thinks for a moment

TS: You're probably right... well, since you're here already, we should probably work on a quick language lesson

A: Dost thou think we speaketh poorly?

>She glances aside from the general statement

TS: It is a little... awkward

A: The royal Canterlot voice should always carry this much volume and use the royal 'we' to show we love our subjects!

TS: Yeah... you've had a talk with Celestia, right?

A: Indeed

TS: You noticed she doesn't do that much anymore, right?

>You really did not, oddly enough

A: We see what you imply

TS: So, for starters, lets tone down the yelling

>You use your whispering voice

A: How is this?

TS: Very good! You got that quickly enough. Now, say, "I like to sing in the sun"

A: We praise the sun in song

TS: No, no... "I like to sing in the sun"

A: -I- l-like to praise the sun

TS: Almost... word by word now

A: I like to sing in t-the sun... I like to sing in the sun!

TS: Great job!

A: We... I thank thee, Twilight Sparkle!

>She shoots you a glare and you smirk

A: Apologies, m'lady, I was excited

>The two of you spend another hour or so working on refining your language until you are nearly perfect

A: It has been such a pleasure, it has, to bring our voice into line with the times. I thank you, dearest Twilight

>You lay your hand upon her side and stroke down

>She shivers and pulls away

TS: Watch the hands, you!

A: Sorry, sorry! I forget my place...

TS: Personal space is big these days with ponies. The minimal safe distance is three feet. I can assure you, nop0ny wants somep0ny coming up beside them and petting them or stroking their mane... not even with warm hands...

>Twilight stares intently at your hands in your lap

A: How fascinating... in my time, ponies would adore when I was in town and never once worried about me petting them while close. I dare say they enjoyed it

TS: W-well, it's just kind of... close... a-and somep0nies might not be so keen on being close

A: Oh, yes, I understand wholeheartedly

TS: Good! Then next lesson...

>Twilight teaches you about etiquette in the market place, the latest currency and a few tidbits about new advances in science, medicine, and magic

A: My word... the world is certainly looking like a brighter place with the way you tell it. Explain this concept of, "bad" meaning "good" again?

>You go on like this for a little while longer

>You stare outside for the umpteenth time during the lesson to see sheets of rain pelting the tree home. C'est la vie!

TS: I think we covered most of this letter with you... I would love to meet Luna and go over it as well

A: Yes, absolutely. I would sit in on this class again. It would certainly ease our empress' fears of adjustment

>You smile at the thought of be trapped with Luna for a day

>Your expression must be telling as Twilight looks at you with some worry

TS: Ah, hello? Ponyville to Anon, come in, Anon?

A: Oh, yes, what can I do for you?

TS: You spaced out for a moment there... everything alright?

A: Just thinking of our Princess of the Night makes us pleased... I mean, makes me happy...

>Twilight looks to you sternly

TS: Just keep practicing, you'll get the language down pretty quick. It also helps to talk to other ponies around town

>You consider all this advice and stare to the rain slicked window again

>You must look melancholy as Twilight constantly calls upon you

TS: It's been a few hours now... are you hungry? Oh, I don't even know what you eat

A: Anything... everything... I am rather flexible

TS: Ah, yes, an omnivorous animal. Able to eat meat -and- leafy plants. I've never seen an omnivore up close before... do you think I could have a look?

>You shrug and smile

A: The only thing you could truly see is my incisors

>Twilight approaches you and you open your jaw wide

TS: Oh my... your jaw is hinged like a snake! Can it come off?

A: Yes, but I'll have a damnable time to put it back on

>You feel magic hold your mouth open a bit wider than you appreciate and Twilight looks around

TS: Fascinating! Your teeth are really pretty. Front are sharper, molars in the back... a bit of this one is chipped off... interesting

A: Dank oo...

>It is difficult to speak when your mouth is pried apart

TS: Are your teeth like a ponies teeth?

>You wrestle your mouth back from Twilight

A: What do you mean?

TS: Well, in pony anatomy, you can usually tell a pony's age by the shape, size and wear of the teeth...

A: Sort of... you can not directly find my age by teeth alone, but my teeth are all adult teeth in my species. Age is a difficult number for humans as we often can appear older or younger with relative ease

TS: Is that some form of magic?

A: Not true magic... mostly illusion and deception

TS: I am not really a zoologist myself, that is more Fluttershy's forte. You are definitely the most interest species I have ever met though

A: I spent more time amongst ponies than my own species. We probably share plenty of cultural similarities at this point in time

TS: Well, maybe not so much... I know you are more of a royal type. An ancient royal type... if my history books are right or accurate, then we may be very different

A: But, 'tis just opinions... I believe I can call you my friend?

TS: That is a definite similarity!

>Twilight reaches her hoof out as if to shake your hand

>Semantics!

>You hug the little unicorn closely and nestle against her mane

TS: A-Anon! Personal space!

>You giggle and squeeze her a bit more

TS: My mane's so dirty, don't put your face on it...

>You release her and she staggers a bit

>Her face is red and she doesn't look at you

TS: W-well, thank you... for the hug... humans do it differently, I see...

A: The beauty of hands, my dear

>She continues to blush and scoots away carefully

A: Still pouring outside... what a dreadful event we face when we have so much work to do

TS: Well, it's not the end of the world. We can always take a day to set up a midnight celebrations for Princess Luna

A: Yes, we can! I want my Princess to be happy again, to feel welcome in her own nation and by her own subjects. She has forgotten a lot of her past, I fear, and she needs help regaining it

TS: Why are you so loyal to Luna? I don't hear you fawning over Celestia one bit

A: Can you keep a royal secret?

TS: I think so...

A: Luna and I were bedfellows in our time

>Twilight's mouth hangs open and she stutters and pops

TS: A-Anon! H-how! Why?! Princess! You! What?!

A: 'Twas a long time ago... and she hardly can recall our time now. We were on a peaceful trip to lay a trade route with native ponies from the east or so my superior did brief me...

 

>Hundreds of years ago, in a disguised royal wagon on a lone road

>Be Sir Anonymous

>You are bedecked in your armaments as you sit beside the Princess of the Night

A: Faire weather for your guiding moon, our Princess

L: 'Tis always faire weather when the moon is full

>You chuckle knowingly

A: We wish to know of our target and why we have been tasked to take arms?

L: Our target is a ruse, vassal... we have tasked thee to take arms for your princess to see just what loyalty lies within

A: Never the type to trust so easily... we are not at all concerned with what thou wrought upon us

L: Strong and naïve, excellent traits for the Earth caste, but thee would be less suited for trials in our courts and better preserved an apple farmer

>She chuckles wickedly, but you know she hardly means it

A: Do tell us, dearest empress, what dost this mission claim of my steel and stamina?

L: It will demand a show of your loyalty and a test of your stamina...

A: Steel not be met with steel?

>You hold your sword at eye level and allow the moonlight to gleam from it

>Luna's hoof pushes the weapon slowly to the ground

L: We look not for strength on the battlefield as would our sister. We look for strength in thine eyes, thy soul... we have seen the glimpse of it, but tonight we demand it rise or forever be snuffed!

A: We understand and we shall serve ever faithful, Princess

>You nod your head solemnly

>The carriage stops and you see Luna rise to her hooves

>You follow her out of the wagon and see a clearing before you

>An alter stands in the center of the concentrated ground and the moonlight shines squarely on the stone

L: In the center of the stone is embedded a dagger. Thy weapon is made from purest moonlight and would serve thee well. Can you wake it from its slumber?

A: So commanded, so shall we follow...

>You proceed to the stones relatively unharmed

>As you reach into the moonbeam, you feel a burning sensation and immediately pull back

>The moonlight is as strong as Celestia's radiant spear!

>You attempt to enter the circle again only to smoke and burn

>You turn back to see Luna at the edge of the circle

>With renewed vigor, you strip your heavy armaments off

>They clash and clatter to the ground and you stand before the burning moonlight in a simple rag

A: For our Princess...

>You race into the moonlight and feel your body begin to burn like stepping into the sun itself

>Smoke billows from your body, but you ignore the pain and race on

>The blade is in sight and you reach forward

>Flames engulf your back and head now

>You press on with a hand outstretched  

>The dagger comes within your palm and you grasp it quickly

>You race on as flames surround your being

>Your skin feels as if it will simply peel off now

>A leap and you throw yourself from the vicious light ring

>Your princess is there waiting when you exit the moonlight

>Her magic engulfs you and the fires are doused

>Burns painfully cover your body and you attempt to hold up the dagger, but your arms are moaning in agony

A: Empress... we succeeded...

>You lay on the ground and form the best smile you can as you look up to Luna

>She sits over you and sobs lightly

>You feel tears begin to trickle onto your body

L: 'Tis a new beginning, Sir Anonymous. live no longer in our shadow, but as our shadow!

>The tears miraculous remove the pain and your skin turns from char to flesh before your eyes

>You feel a deep, ancient magic filling you as you clutch the dagger

A: Princess... Luna, we thank thee...

L: Twist not your tongue our birthright, but only our name...

>Her smile is wide and glorious

A: Luna... dearest, Luna...

>You stand to your feet and look to your magnificent princess

>Her tall form and flowing mane hold your attention as she speaks

>Her magic takes the dagger from your hand and you see it shatter into millions of shards

L: 'Twas the work of the heavens... fate has guided you to us and we answer the call. We now know you shall be ours and ours alone

A: But, what of our Princess of the Sun?

L: Speak not of my sister! She shall find her vassal in time, but this night, we have found ours

>Luna moves close to you and you feel her magic distort time and space

>The world is still, peaceful and unaware of you two

>Luna moves to you and her face presses into your own

>You feel your princess' lips on your own and her tongue pressed against your teeth

>You return this unwarranted affection

>When you separate, Luna smiles at you again

L: Thou knows more than he has claimed

A: And our empress has given us such carnal pleasure... we dare question it

L: As we have declared, thou body be ours... our souls entangle forever and a day, so should our bodies. Dost thou protest?

>She raises her backside and swishes her tail at you

>Her head cranes around and her seductive, predatory eyes draw you in

A: Not too much...

>You take your princess' backside in your hands and decide you will be the best she has ever had now and forever

>You rub her soft bottom with your palms and she backs up into you

L: Tease me not, our love!

>You fall to your rightful place on your knees and breathe in the scent of your plush empress

>The delightful smell of her excitement has your mouth water

L: Why dost thou rest when his Princess needs her champion to -stand- and -deliver-?!

>Her shouting quickly changes into cooing as your warm mouth engulfs her sex

>You slurp at her neat folds and use your hands to spread and rub her inflated button

L: Yes~! This pleases your Princess!

>She backs a bit and your nose and mouth are covered in her slick depths

>You continue to clean her insides with your tongue and occasionally give her clitoris a short suck

>The noises your Princess makes has brought your body to attention

>You feel one last push from her backside as the princess' body convulses

>Your face is plastered with a jet of roiling crème from the depths of Luna's being

>This only entices you to redouble your efforts as you swallow her sweet mare love

L: Anonymous! Your Princess is not used to~ this! Ahh~!

A: Our Princess will learn to love our tongue on her most beautiful parts as we shall clean her every night!

>You continue your lewd slurping and sucking and nibbling until the Princess has to remove you from her rump

>She grabs you by your maleness with her hot magic and rubs your quickly

L: Your Princess demands you give back as many an orgasm as you have taken... on the double!

>She takes you in a vulgar kiss that is equal parts wet and forceful

A: Does our empress enjoy her vassal's mouth?

L: We admit your tongue is skilled, if not short... your princess needs to feel your -sword-

A: None have stood from my fury before

>Her eyes lock with your own

L: War hath no fury like a mare unsatisfied

>You feel the magic grip you tighter and stroke you faster still

>You draw Luna's glorious body against your own

>Her wings sprawl out in your arms and you kiss again

>You break with a string of slaver on your lips and Luna whispers

L: Breed us...

>You are enthralled to your princess as she bends forward, exposing her slick marehood and plump flank

>Your arms instinctively surround her hindquarters and your throbbing lance humps aimlessly against your empress

>With one blind thrust, you sink into the velvety depths of your lover

>You bury yourself until your hips touch and your groin is matted in her fluids

>With renewed purpose, you slide your hefty shaft from her slowly and saw back in

>Luna moans and heaves and spurs you onward

>You begin to move in a steady rhythm to the wonderful sounds of your princess' voice

>Your own rod is nestled by Luna's grip and you cannot believe how taut her body is

>With inhuman resilience, you hump and grind any sensibility away

>Luna's voice brings you back into this reality as you feel her astonishing sex pull you deeper

L: Ah~ ah~! Your Princess cometh!

>With a moan so deep you can feel it in your own chest, Luna gushes another liter of her hot compliment onto you

>The feeling of forcing your own sex against the wave is simply incredible and you allow it to break around your body

>You stand in a small puddle, riding your lovely empress as her front hooves give out

>Her face lays upon the ground, her wings hang wearily to her sides, but her rump stands tall and willing

>After the ten most intense, passionate seconds of your existence, you fill your lover

>Your own abused body wrenches upward and your teeth grit tight

>Luna's body holds fast and allows you no remorse as it drinks every sticky wave sincerely

A: Princess... Princess, we love thee... we will always be yours and yours alone

>You hear a type of gurgling sound and see that your empress is a bit absent at the moment

>For the first time, you feel the wind move again and realize the Princess' powers have faded

>You pull out slowly, as leaving is difficult both mentally and physically, and your bruised member hangs in exhaustion

>You move to the front most half of your Princess and see she is half awake

>You lift her muzzle and kiss her tenderly until you feel her move in return

>The two of you part slowly, gazing into each other's eyes

>No words now... only love

 

>Presently, in a library on a horrible, rainy day

>Be Anon the Learned

A: And that is the true story of my devotion for my princess. A love-bound trance that eats at my heart every second I know she does not remember me

>You finally turn from staring out the window to look for Twilight

>She is in absolute shock, standing completely idle with a look of indisputable dread

A: Is something the matter, m'lady?

TS: Oh my gosh... oh, Celestia...

A: Hmm? Is everything alright?

TS: Y-you -did- it with Princess Luna?

A: Yes, is that a problem?

TS: Well, I guess not! Did you have to go into greatly -exaggerated- details about every little thing that happened?!

A: I suppose not... but, I do pride myself on story telling! If it means anything in this day and age, she was a virgin at the moment. Though, I admit I did not learn that until later on

TS: Stop! Just stop! Ahhh! I can't believe anyp0ny could just go around talking about -doing- it!

>You see that this little unicorn is deeply afraid of this kind of physical romance, you should probably stop talking about

>At least, not talk anymore about it

TS: Yikes, I just wanted a back-story and you give me The Pony Sutra. All that talk of wet and squishing and kissing and... ahh! I can't get it out of my head now!

>You sigh and chuckle at the panicking little mare

A: I have come to assume you haven't had a relationship with a stallion yourself?

TS: I'm really busy, OK?! I can't just go out and -find- a stallion, take him home and... and -do- it!

A: I understand you completely...

TS: Y-you do?

A: Absolutely! ... Vassal to the Sun

>You grin with a wicked grin

>Her face sinks and her eyes bulge

>You must have struck the right nerve now!

TS: It's not like that... you know... it just happened

>You grin disappears

A: Eh, beg pardon?

TS: Celestia has had me longer than my parents... she was my caretaker for years now... sometimes you just love somep0ny...

>Twilight sobs lightly

>Oh, this is much darker than you thought

A: Look, Twilight, I did not mean to be harsh or to pry into your personal life. Was but a joke. Don't weep for it. Especially if you are true to yourself in that your love is real

>She sniffles for a moment

A: I think I understand the full intention of our Princess now. I think she plans to make us friends... though for what reason, I know not. In years that I had known Celestia, I never once saw her seek a vassal as Luna sought me. Perhaps... we are not just a vassal, but something more for the Princesses?

TS: I... I don't know... everything you're telling me is completely crazy. It's in no history, it's in no myth, no book at all!

A: I fear that we will be making these books in the not-so-distant future. Lets make our chapter the better one, agreed?

>Twilight cracks a smile and her eyes water

TS: Agreed

>She stumbles over to you and wraps herself around your leg

>You reach down and pet her mane

TS: Just this once... I'll let you pet me... just once

>You smile warmly and stare at the downpour outside a while longer

>This day raises a lot of questions and you fear nothing was completed

>Perhaps tomorrow will be better

>Perhaps tomorrow, you will wake back in your chambers to the sound of Luna's voice calling out to see you again

>Your eyes compete with the sky

>Maybe, when your tomorrow comes, maybe she will say those words again...

>"I love you, Anonymous..."