>It is summer time in Canterlot.
>The heat is extreme, and ponies have no air conditioners.
>You have been sweltering in the heat of Celestia's sun all day.
>You've gotten to the point that you're only walking around in a tank top and boxers.
>You've been sitting in your room, moaning to yourself about how terrible and hot you feel.
>Suddenly, Luna opens the door to your room.
>"Anonymous, there you are."
>Her mane is tied into a ponytail, likely to help reduce the heat she feels.
>You look at the moon princess and wipe sweat from your brow for the thousandth time.
"What do you want, Luna?"
>She smiles.
>"I'm aware of your discomfort, Anonymous. That is why I decided to bring you this!"
>She uses her magic to reveal from behind her...
>A popsicle!
>A red one to be exact.
>Cherry, you guess.
>The frozen confection floats over to you and you gladly take it by the stick.
"Thanks a ton, Luna. I needed this."
>You set to work on licking the fruity treat.
>Instead of leaving, like you expected, Luna actually walks over to your bed and sits next to you.
>She pulls out another popsicle, this one purple.
>"I felt everypony in the castle would require one. You were the last one to get one, right after Celestia."
>She giggles.
>"I find it ironic that even she cannot stand the heat of her own sun!"
>You nod as you continue to go at your popsicle.
>And that's when Luna begins to go at hers.
>You ignore her at first, but start to become curious when you hear the quiet moans that exit her mouth.
>You look up from your own popsicle and watch her.
>Her mouth opens and her tongue rolls out to meet the popsicle's surface.
>Her tongue moves up the popsicle slowly, and curls inwards after passing the top.
>She closes her mouth again, then opens and sets her tongue on the popsicle once more.
>This time, she wraps a part of her tongue on the side of the treat and moves up and down gently.
>Her tongue caresses the popsicle as it moves around its surface.
>She lets out content moans to signify her pleasure with the flavor.
>You start sweating a lot more, and this time it's not because of the heat.
>She motions to use the tip of her tongue to slide across the popsicle, melting a bit of it and getting some of the juice in her mouth.
>"Mmm..."
>Having had enough of licking the frozen confection, Luna pushes the top of the popsicle into her mouth and begins to suck on it.
>Her lips encompass the mid-section of the treat, and she begins to push it back and forth in her mouth.
>It moves back and forth as she sucks, letting out a few satisfied moans as she does so.
>She sucks on the tip of the popsicle, and releases it from her mouth with a loud pop.
>"Oh, it appears I've melted the tip, and now there's a small amount of juice in there."
>She puts the top of the popsicle back in her mouth and sucks loudly.
>She takes the popsicle out, and notices that more juice remains.
>In response, her tongue shoots out to lap up the juices left over.
>Her muscle goes to work taking in the sweet liquid from the melted tip, curling as it tries to get every last drop.
>After a minute of this, she stops using her tongue and inserts it back into her mouth, again sucking loudly on it.
>You notice her tongue slip out every now and then as she sucks to lick away a little more.
>Her eyes land on you, and her expression changes to one of shock.
>"Anonymous, your popsicle!"
>You are snapped out of your stupor by her outburst.
>You look over at your hand to find that your popsicle has almost completely melted, the hand holding it having been sitting in direct sunlight.
>The sticky, sweet juices run down your hand and in between your fingers, dripping onto the floor.
"Aw, dammit."
>You put the remains of the popsicle in your other hand and bring your sticky appendage to your mouth to lick the juices running down it.
>"What could have possibly captured your attention so well that you forgot about your popsicle, Anonymous?" Luna asks as she licks her icy treat again.
"Oh, I dunno, maybe the heat just got to me."