A Season in the Sun V

>Night of Mares Who Roam the Night in Equestria

>Be Twilight Sparkle

>You last remember leaving Anonymous to take a trip to the Forecasting Station

>Hopefully, you would find your friend Rainbow Dash there

>The rain pours down around you and you notice the harsh wind cares not for your raingear

>You pull down the brim of your yellow hat to keep the water out of your face

>Even your galoshes are doing little to keep the cold and wet from your hooves

>Regardless, you manage to push on and arrive at your destination

>You quickly enter the building as a puddle builds around you

>A desk worker looks up at your arrival and sighs

Worker: Hello and welcome to the Weather Department. Our hours are 8 to 5...

>Her monotonous voice seems to drag on and you can hardly pay attention to her in your pursuits

TS: Yes, thank you... I am looking for Rainbow Dash, if you've seen her?

>You shift around the room to see if you spot your chromatic mane friend

Worker: Rainbow Dash is busy scheduling tomorrow's weather operations...

>The mare continues on, but you will have none of it

>This trip was for the Princess!

TS: Well, can you at least tell me what tomorrow's weather will look like?

>The mare looks at you and then back down to her desk

Worker: Rainbow Dash hasn't finished the sche-

>A rush of cool air blows by you as Rainbow Dash appears from behind a cubicle

RD: Alright! All done with this boring stuff! I'm off for the day, see ya, Pridge!

>Rainbow speaks quickly to the worker behind the desk

>You chuckle at your energetic friend

TS: Rainbow! So good to see you!

RD: Twilight! What brings you here? Don't ya know it's storming outside?

>Water drips from your muzzle as you look at her with blank eyes

TS: I noticed... anyway, I came here to find out tomorrow's weather. Think you can help me out?

>Dash chuckles and clutches her belly

RD: Don't you worry, your books will be fine inside

TS: This is serious, Dash! I have to plan a party for Princess Luna and it has to be tomorrow night!

>Rainbow pulls herself together

RD: Wait, a party for Night Mare Moon? Doesn't she, like... have a whole holiday or something?

TS: No, no, this is different! We need to do a welcoming party

>Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes and talks quickly

RD: A "welcoming" party for one of Equestria's scariest campfire stories? Are you sure that's a good idea?

>You sigh and understand what Rainbow means

TS: I know... it's... it's kind of a long story. Anonymous has asked me to help him and...

>Rainbow crosses her hooves like a "T"

RD: Whoa, time out! This story is getting complex... now that human things involved too? Did you bump your head in the storm?

>You narrow your eyes on Rainbow Dash and stand tall

TS: This is an order by Celestia herself, Dash, and we need to see that it gets done perfectly!

RD: Yeesh, OK, I get it... hang on a second, OK?

>Rainbow snatches a clipboard from a nearby desk and reads it over

RD: OK... so, there's no rain tomorrow, but it's going to be cloudy. Is that OK?

TS: Will it be cloudy all night?

RD: Yeah, probably... well, I'll see what I can do

>Rainbow winks at you and you smirk

>Always the loyal friend in a pinch

RD: If a cloud -breaks- here or there... these things happen! Ya know?

TS: Thank you, Dash. I will be happy to see you there. I am sure Luna will too

>Rainbow shrugs

RD: Cake is cake! Is everyp0ny coming?

TS: Definitely! We want the whole town to come if possible

RD: For 30 bits, we can do a big mail drop, but it'll take a few days. Should get everyp0ny's attention

>You smile and nod

TS: Perfect! I am sure Anonymous would spare no expense in this task!

RD: Alright! I'll get on this right now and have it all ready

>You hug and wave goodbye as you venture back out into the storm to your home

>You are sure Anon won't mind too much if we reschedule

 

>In a warm and cozy library

>Be Spike the Dragon

>You peer over the ledge of the stairs to see that creepy fellow sitting in a chair and reading a book

>All you want to do it go downstairs and get a drink, but he's right there!

>You don't know what he might do to you with Twilight away

>You mope about a little while until your thirst gets the best of you

S: Why won't he just go... stupid... whatever he is!

>You decide to be a big dragon and march down the steps with your most serious face

>Anon doesn't move as you touch the bottom floor

>You walk carefully past him and dash to the kitchen

>That was a close one!

>You get your drink of water and smile at your cunning and bravery

>You look through the kitchen door and see him still sitting and reading

>Maybe you will just wait here a bit longer...

 

>Be Sir Anonymous

>You are happily reading a book of poetry in a rather comfortable armchair

>You have noticed that little drake tiptoeing around and you wonder what he may be up to

>No matter really, if he tries to actually attack you then you'll be justified in ending the beast

>You flip through the pages casually until the door bursts open

>In steps a purple unicorn

>Water drips from her coat and hat as she plods in

>A distinct squishing sound is heard with each step of her soaking wet galoshes

A: Welcome back! From the look on your face, I say you found what you needed?

>Twilight beams even harder now

TS: I did! We can have the celebration night and we even have Rainbow Dash working on spreading the news!

A: Excellent! We should next contact the bakery and arrange what other party favors may be in order... to be honest, I am unsure what parties require these days

>Twilight slides out of her wet gear with a little struggle

>Her mane sticks to her neck and forehead

 

TS: Well, from what you told me, Princess Luna should be happy just to see her subjects again. Here image is... a little different to the general public these days

>You look up at her with curious eyes

A: What do you mean?

>Twilight kicks a hoof in place and stares in all directions except to you

TS: Well... the story goes that Princess Celestia had to banish Princess Luna, referred to only as Night Mare Moon, because she was plotting to overthrow the sun. I mean, that's just the legend

>You feel anger rise in you gut

>As always, Princess Celestia would make herself look like the 'heroine' for the masses

A: Well, her subjects will see that the Princess of the Night is nothing less than nobility, whose infinite kindness and generosity have no parallel!

>Twilight ducks her ears at you

>You realize you are standing to your feet and speaking in the royal volume

>You quickly compose yourself

A: I am sorry... I am a bit more passionate as of late

>Twilight laughs nervously

TS: You know, Anonymous, maybe we should push this party back a few days and prepare Princess Luna herself for the public?

>You rattle the idea in your mind a few times

>A party without subjects would be no party at all

>Luna was always shyer of the masses, unlike the Princess of the Sun

>You would prefer execution before seeing her miserable

TS: Anonymous? Hey, Anon? You alright?

>You look up quickly

A: Yes, beg pardon... You may be right. We should meet our Princess and reeducate her on the world as it is known today. We should leave immediately

>Twilight looks to you carefully and walks about

TS: I can't just run off to Canterlot now. The trip would be too long and I have a lot of studying to do for... you know... Maybe, we can make an appointment?

>You let go a sigh of minor frustration

>You cannot be truly upset, you do understand what the little unicorn feels towards her Princess

A: 'Tis fine... we shall attempt our best to begin her reform with what knowledge you have imparted upon us...

TS: Anon, you're talking in the royal way again

>You honestly do not notice

A: We apologize, m-my nerves are just a bit wound. There is much to do we... -I- thank you for all of your time and efforts

>Twilight smiles to you and her body language relaxes slightly

TS: While you're away, I will personally see to it that everything gets put into motion. I promise that this party will be the best night ever!

>You take solace in her words

>A unicorn is seldom know to break their promise

A: When shall I return with the Princess?

TS: Give me like three days to get things together and I'll come visit you in the castle the day before to see if you need any help with Luna

>You walk gracefully to the wet pony and kneel

>You stare directly into her eyes

A: From the bottom of our heart, I thank you, Twilight Sparkle. You are rightly a friend and a scholar

>Twilight stands before you rigidly

>You take her right hoof in your hands and shake lightly

>She blushes before pulling away

TS: Ah, haha, yeah. T-thanks! I'd help anyp0ny... y-you don't have t-to be so nice... or close...

>With that, you smile and set out for the train station

>The weather is not as bad as it had been earlier, but you do regret not packing a coat

>You stand under a vestibule and watch the clock

>Fifteen minutes to go

>A familiar mare appears from behind a pillar and shouts to you across the empty depot

GPT: Aha! I knew if I waited here long enough, I, the Great and Powerful Trixie, would find you!

>You scowl and pay more attention to the clock

GPT: So, the human called, "Anonymous", what do you say -we- have a duel to determine which of us is the most powerful magic user in Equestria?

>You look at her crossed

A: Is this what has become of the noble race of unicorn? We rue the day when we would see such petty, contemptible usage of magic. Nary a scholar would act in such an undignified manner!

>The mare's eyes bounce around as if reading what you said intently

GPT: Did you just say that the Great and Power Trixie is rude?!

>You shrug

A: In so many words...

>She stomps her hooves a few times and snorts

>Her lineage must be ripe with Earth caste, you think

GPT: First, you do -something- and interfere with my magic and then you slap my behind! Now you think I'll let you get away with calling me, "Rude?"

>She continues to talk while walking towards you

GPT: The Great and Powerful Trixie knows that you are some kind of anti-magical creature, but I am not afraid of you! The Great and Powerful Trixie will prove that she is the most powerful unicorn in all of Equestria!

>She closes to within a foot of you

A: Are you so dense as to not know a veteran of countless battles? Do you seek death so badly from our hand that you would public declare your own execution?!

>Your voice takes on every amount of nobility you can muster

>It is the voice of the law!

>The blue unicorn takes a step back and you can see she is shaking

GPT: The Great and Powerful Trixie demands satisfaction! No pony slaps her great and powerful behind and gets away with it!

>Your anger subsides as you listen to this pretentious mare

>It is almost comical to you to see her rage at such a small event

A: Stubborn as a mule... quite fitting. We do advise thee to reconsider your hostilities

>Her face flushes red and her cheeks puff out

GPT: You should be the one apologizing to -me-!

A: We are sorry we struck your bottom. 'Twas the quickest method to cure our spell, however

>She huffs and stamps a hoof before turning away from you

GPT: The Great and Powerful Trixie begrudgingly accepts your apology...

>This awkward moment is broken up by the sound of a whistle blowing

>You turn and see the train has arrived and smile widely

>You race off to the platform and find the train particularly bare

>At the very least, you can enjoy a peaceful ride

>Your hopes are dashed, as they so often are, as the annoying showp0ny trots in behind you

>She sits directly across from you and watches you with a burning anger in her large eyes

>You attempt to ignore her and close your eyes

>The cool darkness of the inside of your head brings you a modicum of tranquility, albeit only for the moment

>A sudden presence is upon you and if forces your eyes open

>Trixie is sitting only one seat beside you now

GPT: You're strange looking... where's your horn?

A: We are a human, we do not have a horn

>She looks at you oddly

GPT: How did you do your magic without a horn?!

A: If we tell you, will you leave us be?

>She nods with a straight face

>You reach into your pocket and brandish a candle and a feather

A: This candle is made of the teeth of a dragon and the remains of a powerful unicorn named Sunshine Droplet

>Trixie listens to you carefully before pulling her body away from you

GPT: What do you mean, "Unicorn remains?!"

A: Exactly as we have stated. His death was a great loss to us in the war, but his essence was a powerful one. The finest alchemists of the season had crafted this talisman and it found itself in our possession

GPT: That's disgusting! That's like... grave robbing! The Great and Powerful Trixie is appalled!

>You care not for her petty thoughts on morality

>War cares not for who is the most just, but rather for who took the furthest risks

>You place the candle back into your pocket and produce another item

>It is a small, red feather with a gold film on the hollow tip

>The blue mare looks it over carefully

GPT: What's that? More pony remains?

>You nod

A: To be precise, this is the feather of Commander Meteor Crash. A pegasus leader who bravely fought the minions of Lu-Loo, a powerful drake who terrorized the lower principalities in the east

GPT: So, what? If it's from a pegasus, it -can't- be magical

>You smile and hold the feather firmly in your hand so that the softest tip is pointing outward

>You quickly brush it across the inquisitive pony's nose

GPT: Hey! Watch it! The Great and Powerful Trixie... doesn't... want you... touching... her...

>Within an instant, Trixie is laying on her side across the bench

>You chuckle to yourself and continue telling your story

A: You see, Commander Meteor Crash was a fine nursemaid in her time. Her talent was helping the sick, tired or shocked rest easy... a great skill in times of conflict, wouldn't you say?

>A faint snoring can be heard as you gaze upon Trixie

A: Quiescence, mine ears had scarcely known thee

>You tuck the feather away and recline in your seat

>The train ride becomes increasingly pleasurable as you lull off

>After some time, you hear the squealing of metal as the train comes to a halt

>You rise from your seat and look across to see that Trixie is snoozing soundly

>You gently prod her belly

>Trixie smiles in her sleep and rolls further into her seat

>Her blue underbelly is completely exposed to you

GPT: Mhm... not so... rough

>You chuckle lightly and place a hand on her chest

>A few soft strokes back and forth finally bring her eyes open

A: M'lady sounds like she was having a lovely dream, non?

>Trixie pushes your hand from her stomach and sets to her hooves

GPT: -Never- touch the Great and Powerful Trixie's belly, human!

>You twist your hand in a small loop and bring it under your rib cage with a slight bow

A: Forgive us, we merely wished to rouse you for we have arrived

>She looks at you sternly and walks ahead of you

GPT: The Great and Powerful Trixie thinks you sound ridiculous...

>You meet her just outside the doors at the platform

A: Are you intent on following us?

GPT: The Great and Powerful Trixie is not following you... I am merely heading in this same general direction

>You roll your eyes and do your best to ignore her

>The trip into the castle is simple enough

>There is no rain in Canterlot this night and the bright moon gives you clear vision

>Trixie plods behind you silently

>As you enter the gates, the guards salute you

>You smile and walk through

>As Trixie steps up, the guards drop their spears to block her path

GPT: Excuse me, but I, the Great and Powerful Trixie, must follow that human there

>A guard turns to look at you with a questionable smirk

A: Yes, yes, give her entrance. We promise to watch her with great care

>Both Trixie and the guard look up at you

>The barrier withdraws and Trixie enters quickly

>A few meters down the hall, you come upon the central palace structure

A: Now, we shall be meeting with the Princess of the Night. Be respectful, be poised, be attentive, but most of all, be quiet

GPT: The Great and Power Trixie...!

>You shoot her a glance that could freeze the very night

GPT: Fine... I'll do what you say, but only because -I- want to!

>You have second thoughts on letting her in the palace after all

>It takes you moments to navigate the corridors to the observatory

>As you suspected, Luna is busy calibrating constellations of stars

A: Empress! We bid thee a grand evening!

L: Ah, Sir Anonymous! We were awaiting your return! How fairs the night of our return?

A: With the aid of the unicorn, Twilight Sparkle, we are well underway to such an auspicious nighttime celebration that we dare propose this event to rival that of the Summer Sun Celebration!

>Luna taps her hooves together

L: Oh, joyous night! We thank thee, Sir Anonymous! We miss our subjects dearly and we wish to compose much joviality with them once more!

A: We have also been trained in the tongue of this season and request that we may impart our knowledge upon thee?

>Luna raises a hoof to her mouth and smiles

L: Dost our tongue offend too much?

>You speak quickly in defense

A: Thy tongue of our empress pleases us so, forgive us our implications! Nary has a tongue rivaled our empress' in sharp wit and fluid grace!

L: Nevertheless, dost -our tongue- offend thee?

>Her eyes lid slightly as she glides across the floor

>Her beautiful body shimmers like moonlight on the sea as she stands proudly before you

>The heat from her muzzle bears down upon you

>You feel your own heart flutter as Princess Luna locks her gaze on you

A: We hath never known another's tongue that could bend steel and will as our empress'...

>She draws nearer to you and your breathing quickens

>A noise suddenly shifts Luna's eye to a blue mare watching you two

>She pushes herself from you with a might heave and laughs nervously

L: We~ll! Ah ha ha! We are glad we do not offend!

>She lifts you to your feet with her magic and you grimace

GPT: What was -that- all about?

>Trixie is standing with a judging scowl on her face

A: 'Twas merely an exchange among nobles... you would not understand

>Trixie blushes a little bit and walks backward

GPT: From where the Great and Powerful Trixie was standing, you looked like you were about to...

A: Thine eyes betray you!

L: Sir Anonymous speaks truths!

>From the horse's mouth per se

L: A-and who are you, young unicorn?! Why do you not address your Princess with the respect and dignity held by her?

>Trixie frets a bit and stumbles along her words

GPT: Oh... oh! The Great and Powerful Trixie didn't realize that -you- are Night Mare Moon! Very sorry!

>Trixie bows forward and stares at the ground

GPT: I-I was told Night Mare Moon was as big as a manticore with razor sharp fangs a-and bat wings...

>Both Luna and yourself gaze skeptically

A: Who would make such a preposterous tale as that? Bat wings and fangs... next you would have us believe the books say our Princess of the Night dines on foals and spoils the milk left on doorsteps!

>Trixie looks at you with an anxious smile

GPT: Well, actually...

>You throw your hands up in the air and sigh

A: By the light of the moon! We have much work to do!

>Luna ambles along on and speaks slowly

L: We have not been in the public eye for so long, Sir Anonymous... we fear our tarnished name has outgrown our former identity

>You look at her downtrodden expression

A: We believe thy name, our faire Princess Luna, will grow and blossom as the candytuft would in the moonlight!

>She does not respond and continues walking to the window

>The moonlight shines easily upon her form and she lifts her wings to catch what she can

>Luna turns and her wings recede to her sides

>She looks to you with a hint of reluctance on her face

L: We trust our vassal... when would we begin our studies?

A: As the night finds you liberated of duties, our Princess. Twilight Sparkle shall arrive in three days and three nights to usher us unto Ponyville. The festivities shall commence accordingly!

>The Princess' mouth strains to smile and she begins walking beside you

>As you both head through the door, Trixie looks up

GPT: H-hey! Anon! The Great and Powerful Trixie isn't finished with you yet!

>She chases you two into the hallway

L: What is it your Princess can do for you, young filly?

>Trixie stammers and ducks her face

GPT: Oh, it's not about you, P-Princess! You're great... it's t-that human. He's rude a-and he thinks he's b-better at magic than me...

>Princess Luna looks to you and lifts her brow brazenly

L: 'Tis truth what this filly speaks?

A: ... As thy name is, "Alfalfa"

>Luna and you look to each other for a brief moment before she is laughing bawdily

>You begin to join in the ruckus as you lean into each other for balance

L: "Alfalfa!" Sir Anonymous, thy sense of humour is much too much!

>This inside joke was always something special to Luna and you

>You two continue to laugh all the while Trixie looks on in utter confusion

>It takes a few moments, but you calm down and regain your composure

L: Well... We do suppose Sir Anonymous -can- be difficult at times. Nevertheless, we see no reason to believe he hath insulted our subjects too much

>Luna wipes the dampness from her eyes and sighs at you merrily

>Trixie's face is flushed in frustration, but she does not release it in front of her Princess

>The three of you walk along the elegantly lit hallway until you come upon the royal library

>You will need a quiet place to practice

>You beckon your Princess and guest to take a seat on a plushy throw cushion and begin

A: Now, while the royal Canterlot voice is the voice of the populace and thusly right in all speaking, we are informed that the masses of the season find it ill heard! The royal tone and natural proclivity towards power now alarms the denizens! In this, we have learned how best to greet our new subjects!

>Trixie rolls her eyes at you and stares at a nearby bookshelf

>Luna looks to you with the vaguest hint of awe

A: If our Princess would be so kind as to reiterate our speech... -I- will be -by- -my-self!

>The Princess of the Night mouths her words before attempting

L: W-We shall be... -by- ourselves!

A: Almost, once again with heart... -I- will stand -by- the moonlight

L: -I-... will stand -by- the moonlight... Anonymous, this uncouth tongue is surely not the norm?

A: -I- assure you, -my- Princess, that the ancient voice of our past has fallen out of vogue

>She nods and continues her lesson without too much questioning

>Trixie, on the other hand, is much quieter as of late

>You realize she has disappeared from your lesson, no doubt snooping about the royal library

>There is little time to care for her as you play schoolmaster to your Princess

>An hour or so of wordplay passes before Luna begins to grow weary

L: Anonymous, -I- thank -you- kindly! Today has been most productive, -I- believe!

A: Yes, indeed! -You- speak like the public and surely they will adore -you- for -your- efforts! This, I believe, my dearest Empress!

>The Princess smiles and looks to you

L: Do -you- prefer me speaking in this simple tongue? Is it truly the better way?

A: Ah, Princess... you know I have never cared in which language we speak. In fact, some of the finest moments spent together have always been those that words alone could not share!

>Luna ducks her head a bit and smiles

>She slides across the floor to you and brushes her billowing tail around your waist

L: What finer moments did we spend in complete quietness?

>You beam at her and quickly snatch her wing in your hand

>A light gasp erupts from her as her feathers rise to attention

A: The great stakeout on the fiery home front of the drake known as, "Slasher" comes to mind

>You gently stroke her muscular wing with your free hand

>Luna's body pushes up beside your own

A: Then there were many nights spent hidden deep in dragon interior as we performed reconnaissance duties

>You flick your fingers up the soft downy center of her wing to mimic your walking

>She coos a bit, but you give no quarter

A: And my most favourite of occasions spent in silence...

>You lean your mouth into her ear and breathe warm, rhythmic breaths with each whisper

A: ... Every time we would behold the dazzling figure of our Princess sleeping betwixt our form

>Luna convulses in place and pants rigidly

>You hear her beating heart pounding in her chest and watch her gulp down air

A: T'was always the finest times for your humble vassal...

>You turn her head to face yours and feel her tremble slightly

A: My dearest Luna...

>Your voice echoes into the well of silence as time ignores two souls on the apex of their fancy

>With utter stillness, you behold the striking eyes of the mare you desire

>It is Luna who makes the first motion as he muzzle meets your flat face

>He wings unfurl and her hooves hold you in a tight embrace

>The sensation of her hot breath in your mouth is the highest form of indulgence you can imagine

>Glory, infamy, eternity... here and now, when and where, it matters not

>Her lips part from you all too soon and you feel the cool air quickly fill your lungs

>Silence -is- golden

L: A-Anon... we want to feel thy heat upon us... we want what love hath been denied us for these pasts centuries! No further should we lay in the chill of loneliness when the warmth of a lover is within reach...

>You press a single finger to her mouth, sealing her lips

A: No words now... only love

>You lean in and kiss Luna deeply

>Her mouth quakes with your own as passion spears you

>She holds you tightly, lovingly

>You say a quick prayer in your head that this may perhaps never end

>Your fingers dig into Luna's fur and work effortlessly through her silken mane

>Her neck cranes into you as she flutters carefully

>You feel the warmth of a magic glow tug at your shirt collar

>Bit, by bit, you are exposed to your most vulnerable state

>All that remains are your pants and boots, but you are confident that they too shall disappear

A: L-Luna... we should go to your bedchambers...

L: No! We want you here, now... we need you, Anonymous...

>You could not have said it better yourself

>You scratch through her chest and down to her belly

>Luna stands to her hooves and moves about in a quick circle

>She exposes her hindquarters to you and her tail lifts willingly

L: Demonstrate how one would worship his Princess

>Her eyes burn with a white-hot purpose and you eagerly set to work

>You kneel down and wrap your strong arms around her plush flanks

>You run your tongue around her thigh and gradually drag it towards her aching nethers

>Luna looks back towards you with her lips between her teeth

>Your head finally reaches its destination and her large bottom obscures her face, but not her voice

>As you plant a kiss onto her puffy marehood, Luna yelps and shakes

L: Ah, o-our body has missed this!

>You adored the sounds of your Princess' lustful whinnies

>You bite and suckle and probe her swollen sex with an artiste's touch

>The Princess' rapacious body pulls at your tongue with each taste and holds onto each finger you insert

>Her beautiful body calls you just slightly north to her glistening tail hole

>You glide your mouth from one hole to the next and are delighted by the sound of panting

L: Sir Anonymous! T-that is n-not...

>You clench your Empress' sizable flank in both hands and forces your tongue into her perfect bottom

>A chorus of pleasure spews from Luna's mouth as you introduce her to your depraved techniques

>You slide a few fingers into her boiling snatch and continue assaulting her assets with your hungry mouth

>Her once reluctant tone gives out as her hips push into your mouth

>You feel your fingers squeezed in the silken vice of Luna's depth as her body gushes her admiration over you

L: By... the... moon...

>Your Princess' eyes are wide and teary

>Her mouth hangs open and she pants quickly

>You bask in her scent and clean your fingers before her

>She stares with a morbid fascination as your suck your fingers clean

A: We have missed this... our lover tastes like the finest of delicacies

>Luna's eyes fixate through you for the moment

A: Is there a problem?

L: We believe we had a voyeur...

>You turn quickly to see a blue mare laying against a bookshelf with her hoof plastered between her loins

>You approach to find Trixie asleep and the smell of dry whey filling the air

>Her face seems to be twisted into a pleasurable, but nervous grimace

>You chuckle lightly at this one and sigh

A: We shouldn't leave her in this state... 'tis cruel...

>Luna nods and smiles

L: Take the little filly to the guest bedroom... and then meet us in our chambers. The sun will be up in a scant four hours and we have -much- to learn of our vassal's... resolve

>She winks at you and her tongue runs smoothly across her lower lip

>Love is a many-splendored thing