Spiders and Magic: What If Luna Revealed Her Feelings Before Twilight Sparkle?

by Maximus_Reborn


Trepidation and Acceptance

Chapter Seven “Trepidation and Acceptance”

Several hours had passed. Peter had the entire day to mentally prepare himself for what would transpire, but it did nothing to remove the butterflies from his stomach. Tranquility ran through the atmosphere, leaving the once bustling city of Canterlot to quietly enjoy the nightlife. Considering they were about to partake in a high-class event, Peter went to Rarity for assistance. The mare was stacked, riddled with requests, but once she heard her cumbersome friend had landed a date with the princess, Rarity made it her mission to help him with his dilemma.

Rarity made certain he looked the part, but not too much so. On his hooves were a pair of snow-white cuffs, customized for solo wear, and a matching collar was daintily placed around his slender neck, accompanied with a crimson bow-tie. The stallion felt the temperature in his face rise from embarrassment. However, it was not from his current attire. Compared to the red and blue tights he wore on a daily basis, Peter found the collar and cuffs quite snazzy.

Rarity originally suggested that he comb his mane back into a ponytail, but such a style didn’t fit him. Not with a ribbon at any rate. While Rarity had picked out the pieces of wardrobe, Luna had not actually seen them on Peter yet, leaving the stallion to feeling a bit anxious. He worried she might not approve, causing some sort of distortion in the date before it could really begin.

His Parker luck was bound to ruin his day somehow. Peter brought his hoof over his mouth as he delved into the matter pulling at the back of his mind. From the very start, he admitted Luna was unusually gorgeous. However, whether in the body of a human or pony, Peter was still a nerd at heart, and would always be the same. Luna was a mare with a profound sense of dignity, poise, and phenomenal beauty.

In the end, the truth was obvious: Luna was way out of Peter's league, and he felt himself asking how he even made it this far.

The surrounding guards straightened their postures, prompting the stallion to turn his head. The main door to the chambers slid open, revealing a regal mare as she walked inside, and Peter's eyes widened, the sight of the mare's dark coat causing his heart to skip a beat. Luna stepped out with a blue dress wrapped perfectly around her body. Golden bands were placed over her limbs, matching her crown and earrings. Her skirt stopped just above her back hooves, revealing her light stockings, and a silky yet clear material rested firmly around her neck, covering her shoulders as well.

Peter brought his hoof behind his head, the blush on his face burning to a shade of crimson. If the truth wasn't already obvious, Luna's stunning appearance made it clear now as she arched a brow at the stallion. “You look beautiful, Luna.”

Brushing a hoof through her glowing mane, Luna attempted to keep her posture firm, but her burning features made it next to impossible. The alicorn had lived for countless eons, having received many such compliments from those around her over those many years, but hearing such words come from this simple stallion made her heart flutter. She mentally admonished herself for her behavior, finding it childish. One such as her should not falter, but Peter's genuine warmth and honesty fueled her yearning to embrace the stallion and not let go. Luna’s eyes shot open at her thoughts before she cursed her drifting mind. However, her sense of decency prevented the mare from doing something so rash.

“Thank you, Peter. I’m glad you actually look presentable today,” she bluntly replied, raising her head. Tuning out her mind's prattle, Luna magically pulled her ticket from within her dress and levitated it in Peter's direction. “Shall we?”

Peter walked over to the front door and pushed it open, smiling as he held it chivalrously for the mare. “Ladies first.”

Luna looked to the stallion and blushed. The feelings she held steadily swelled, causing the inside of her chest to intensely burn. As she trotted past the door, accepting Peter's gesture, Luna paused for a moment, stopping just outside of the door. Chivalry was a defining trait among knights before her banishment from Equestria, but Luna realized that chivalry had lessened significantly over the eons, becoming nearly nonexistent. The fact that an Outworlder held onto such a trait spoke volumes to the mare. He was practically aloof, yet there was a charming aspect to the stallion’s demeanor.

Lowering her guard momentarily, the alicorn glanced to the side while her cheeks glowed. “Thank you.”

A small bead of sweat trickled down the side of Peter's face as he escorted the princess to a carriage parked at the front of the castle gate. His body temperature felt as if it had reached a fever-pitch, and Luna's glamorous appearance only worsened his state of mind. Peter chuckled sheepishly out loud, unable to hide his embarrassment. His mind chided his behavior, noting that such outbursts would only hurt his chances.

The pony pulling the carriage glanced at the pair once they were within range. “Where to?”

“The Rose Diner,” Peter replied, opening the door for his date. Once Luna accepted the gesture and stepped inside, he made his way to the driver, keeping his eye on the payment pouch by his side. “How much will that be?”

“Fifteen bits…” the driver trailed off, giving the stallion a wide-eyed expression once his gaze settled on the alicorn. However, before he could think further about Princess Luna’s reasoning for the transportation, Peter paid the amount in full and joined the alicorn’s side. Once both ponies were situated, the driver shrugged and ran for the chosen destination, whispering under his breath, “I didn’t think she ever left the castle.”

Luna’s ears perked before she lifted her blank gaze. “I’ll have you know that I can hear you just fine, and that my business is my own.” She narrowed her gaze into a bemused glare. “I suggest you mind your own as well.”

The stallion gulped, nodding feverishly before galloping at full speed with the carriage in tow.


“Table for two,” Peter said, pleading that his diminishing nerve did not show in his voice. The waiter nodded simply, motioning for the pair to follow him. Being in a fancy restaurant, Peter couldn’t shake his nervousness free, and the stares of those around him only added to his tension. Not that he blamed them, considering he was just a normal stallion alongside the moon princess. As they approached their table, Peter nearly tripped over his hooves, but managed to grab the back of the chair Luna was to sit in to recollect his balance. The stallion grumbled under his breath. 'Smooth one, Parker. Very smooth.'

“Thank you,” Luna sweetly whispered, straightening out her dress accordingly as she sat at the table.

Though it was brief, Luna managed to steal a glance at Peter before he took his seat across from her own. He seemed rather flustered, evident by his restless body language. The stallion fidgeted in place, glancing about aimlessly. Strangely, a smile graced Luna's features. She watched Peter act carelessly around her over the course of the past few weeks, yet it was always genuine, for better or for worse. It was refreshing to see the stallion flustered for once. Luna’s demeanor lightened. For all intents and purposes, perhaps it meant that he couldn’t control his feelings any better than she could.

“What would you two like to start with?” the waiter spoke, causing both ponies to shift their gazes in his direction.

“Water… please,” Peter's mouth worked faster than his brain would have liked.

“I shall take water as well,” Luna simply stated, prompting the waiter to bow before heading off.

After a brief wait, the pair had a glass of water in front of them, but Peter downed his rather quickly, exhaling after. His body temperature refused to lower, and it felt as if his throat was drier now than it was before. Looking over at the ocean-gazed beauty sitting before him, the heat Peter felt intensified, causing small beads of sweat to form along his forehead. He was losing his cool before he could hope to gather it, and that was becoming a literal statement. Another waiter readied to pass, but Peter reached out, asking for a second glass of water.

Once the second beverage had been downed, Peter's mind droned. 'Will you get a grip? Seriously! Firelord didn't make you sweat this much, and he gave you third degree burns for crying out loud!'

The original waiter returned with a notepad in hoof. “What can I get for you to eat?”

Peter turned to the table where his menu sat, but his brow furrowed at the list of assorted words written in a different language. Fancy restaurants always had a habit of naming their foods in the most ridiculous things. Only one dish came into mind. Peter sighed inwardly, mentally agreeing to go for a pizza first thing in the morning.

“A salad,” he said weakly, pushing his menu away.

“I shall have the same with a glass of Chianti,” Luna spoke gently, handing the waiter her menu.

The waiter bowed politely. “Right away.”

Waiting for their orders to arrive, Peter felt his uneasiness return. This was certainly not his element. If he were anything like the billionaire playboy philanthropist, Tony Stark, Peter would’ve had an easier time fitting in. The fancy atmosphere seemed confining, smothering the stallion to the point where it was difficult to breathe. A defeated sigh escaped from his mouth. Luna's demeanor remained poised and leveled, making Peter feel a bit envious. Not wanting to ruin the night for her, Peter held his tongue.

Luna watched as Peter continued to fidget in his seat. At first, his nervous behavior was endearing, but it became clear something was bothering her date. He offered none of his witty banter, something Luna, much to her shame, admittedly liked deep down. It showed his confidence, and right now, the poor fellow was sorely lacking in that department. As of now, the stallion sharing her table was not the same one she was expecting. Something was wrong, and she knew it was best to ask what it was. However, their meals arrived, cutting the mare's thought process short.

“Peter,” Luna spoke out, her calm voice pulling the stallion from his self-induced trance. Her brow furrowed in questioning fashion. “What’s the matter? You're not being yourself.”

Peter cursed himself. As usual, the females of Equestria were rather astute when it came to reading his body language. As much as that thought horrified him, Peter was more willing to retort that he just couldn’t hide the truth well at all.

“Sorry, but I'm a bit nervous,” he said honestly, earning a baffled expression from the princess.

Pushing her dish to the side, Luna made certain her eyes remained locked on Peter's hazel irises. “That certainly explains your behavior. I assure you that you don't have to change yourself to impress me. To do so would be a disservice to the both of us.”

Peter's head and shoulders fell in a slump. “I just wanted you to enjoy yourself.” Shrugging halfheartedly, he glanced to the side. “I'm not good with dates, and I have a tendency to embarrass my friends. I was actually trying to avoid that tonight. You’re a princess. A very beautiful one at that. And it's really easy for me to mess this up for you.”

Luna blinked, inhaling deeply before sighing. “Peter, I would not have agreed to go out with you if I wasn’t keen to your presence.”

Peter tilted his head to the side. “Really? Does that mean you actually like me?”

Shaking her head, Luna found herself unable to suppress her smile. Just the question alone was enough to baffle the princess. Up until now, Peter had been playfully aggressive in his attempts to pry Luna’s true feelings out of her. However, as if the fates tempted her, the stallion’s bravado had faded to that of uncertainty. The thoughts in Luna’s mind continued to swell.

Luna pursed her lips before lifting her gaze. “I have a better question, Peter. Do you like me?” The princess frowned, as if disheartened. “You have heard the tales of my fall from grace. Why would you consider harboring feelings for somepony like me?”

Taken aback, Peter raised a hoof. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re the prettiest girl I’ve met in Equestria. I’ll admit, your attitude isn’t the best at times, but you’re cute when you smile. You’re strong, dignified, and elegant at the same time.” The stallion reached out, placing his hoof over the mare’s own. “What happened in the past doesn’t matter now. The only thing that matters is the present, and I’m looking at you right now. You’ve been alone long enough, and… I’d like to be there by your side.”

The heat within her chest had become almost unbearable, begging for some form of release. This was the opportunity she needed. Her breath grew shallow, matching the quickening pace of her heart. Her eyes ached once more. The stallion had spoken the truth from his heart, and now Peter needed to hear the truth in its entirety from her. Luna needed to let it be known just as badly. It was undignified, but Luna no longer cared at the moment.

“Peter, I like you the way you are. You're strong, kind, modest, funny, and… sweet,” Luna whispered, never averting her gaze away from the stallion’s hazel irises. The blush on her cheeks threatened to melt her very presence. With her free hoof placed against her chest, Luna allowed herself to be forward for just a moment's notice. “With you, I might finally get my time back and leave the grasp of loneliness behind. You see me for what I am, not what I was. That is why I feel so… strongly for you. I… I want you to be there with me, too.”

Slow to respond, Peter stared at the mare sweetly. During his time in Equestria, his friends had helped him move on from his guilt. Now, it seemed Luna was finally able to remove the last barrier that Gwen Stacy’s death left in the stallion’s heart. His mind huffed. Yes, she was a pony, but he had long since stopped caring about that. After all, Luna knew full well of Peter's origin, and she accepted him all the same, even admitting to her own growing feelings. With a new string of confidence, Peter felt his muscles loosen, all tension having left them blissfully, but his embarrassment remained intact, evident by the blush that formed on the stallion's face. Eventually, both ponies relinquished their hold on each others’ hooves.

Peter smiled warmly. “Thanks, Luna. Does this mean we’re an item?”

The princess tilted her head to the side at the comment. “An item? I’m sorry. I’m not sure I know what you mean. I am not particularly up to date on today’s sayings and idioms.”

The stallion blinked, scratching the back of his head with a hoof. “Oh, right. I forgot about that. All the more reason I want to be with you. Someone has to catch you back up with the times.” Flustered, Peter chuckled nervously. “What I meant is that are we… officially a couple? Like, as in a relationship?”

Luna’s eyes widened as her mouth fell agape, matching the blooming shade emitting from her cheeks. “O-oh. I… I suppose we are,” she trailed off, smiling unknowingly. Her heart skipped a beat. She wanted to bounce about like a filly, but she cleared her throat, managing to contain her swelling giddy emotions. Nodding, Luna placed her hoof on the menu and pushed it gently across the table. “P-Perhaps. We’ll see. May we start over? I want you to be yourself for the remainder of our date. That would mean so much, nor I will not tolerate any less from you.”

“That's a good idea,” Peter chuckled, giving an affirming nod. His gaze dropped to the menu before returning to the mare. “Think this place serves pizza?”

The nearby waiter shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

Luna cleared her throat, ignoring the glares of the elitists around her. “I can certainly ask if they can make accommodations.” She glanced to the side, sternly staring at the waiter. “Would you be willing to make an exception for one night?”

As beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he straightened his posture. “O-of course, Your Highness. Right away.”

While the waiters and chefs conversated feverishly, Peter chuckled under his breath. “I think I could get used to this.”


Peter raised his hooves high above his head. The rest of the night went well in his eyes. The food was served well, though he couldn't help but find a plain, wheat pizza with mozzarella a strange, yet tasty, treat. Now, after a brief ride back to the castle, Peter and Luna walked through the castle with content smiles on their faces. It was well after midnight. At this point, it was only right for Peter to escort his date to her room.

Usually, both ponies would’ve started their night jobs. However, Celestia insisted that they take the night off. A low yawn escaped from the stallion as they passed by a pair of guards. They walked down the narrow hallway side-by-side, each hesitant to break the silence surrounding them. Eventually, the moment the pair reached the door of Luna's room, the mare turned to face the stallion.

“I can't thank you enough for tonight, Peter,” she spoke simply, her tone scarcely above a whisper. “It means the world that you… considered me.”

“That goes both ways. You’re the only one I want, and I’m lucky that you’re giving me a chance,” he grinned, causing Luna to mirror his actions. Peter brought his hoof over his mouth to stifle a second yawn. “It's getting late. We’d better get some sleep.”

Luna´s horn glowed with energy as she nodded, and the knob turned in response. “Yes…” However, the mare refused to leave her position, not wanting to part ways with her date just yet. Listening to her heart's pleas, Luna turned and rubbed the side of her head against Peter's own affectionately. “Please… Don’t leave me behind.”

Clumsily but firmly, Peter returned the embrace. “I promise I won’t, and I can prove it.”

Before Luna could piece together what the stallion's words meant, Peter tilted his head up and pressed his lips onto hers. The world itself slowed to a halt. Luna felt her strength abandon her, yet she melted into the act of affection. The princess leaned forward for a second further, savoring the taste her mouth was experiencing. Her mind faded into a flurry, unable to fully grasp the giddiness swelling in her being. Feeling her nerve slip, Luna hastily made her way inside her room.

“Good night,” she whispered sweetly just before the door finally closed, metaphorically ending the date.

Peter stood dumbfounded, bringing his hoof over the edge of his mouth. Lady Luck was truly kind to him today. With his infamous Parker luck, though, Peter knew it was only a matter of time before things would turn south (probably on both counts). Yet, with a stifled chuckle and confident stride, Peter walked back to his room with a new sense of optimism.

Once the stallion exited the hallway, the two guards shared a glance before one shot the other a smirk as he held out a hoof expectantly. The latter guard huffed, dropping a large bag of bits onto the other’s waiting hoof.


Princess Luna paced in place in her quarters with a wide smile. “I am in love.”

No matter how many times she thought the words or spoke them out loud, Luna still found herself confused at the prospect of feeling such an emotion. For eons, she knew only isolation and loneliness, having only ever experienced love for her sister. However, this was different. This was sensual, yet filled the mare with a sense of desire she had never felt before.

There was a longing emotion buried in her chest, and the entire aspect both confused and intrigued her all the same. Eventually, the mare threw herself onto the soft bed inside her personal quarters, allowing her face to sink into the nearest pillow. She lifted her head and watched the moonlight spill under the curtains at the window and exhaled slowly. The butterflies in her stomach refused to cease as she reflected on her night, reveling in the taste of her first and only kiss.

“I am in love,” she whispered, brushing a hoof over her lip.

Peter’s taste was still there, and she longed to feel more of that. Before long, the entire night flashed through her mind, of a stallion taking her out and keeping her company both earnestly and lovingly. Letting out a low sigh, the mare pulled herself from the comforts of her bed into a sitting position. It was no good, she eventually decided. There was no possible way that she could sleep with the way she felt at the moment.

Luna’s mind chided her childish behavior, but her fleeting heart cared not for such pessimism. She still felt giddy from earlier in the night, no different from a teenager having experienced puppy love for the first time. Luna had always looked down at such feelings from a distance, never imagining herself being in a position to experience such things personally. However, the fates would thrust the Princess into that very scenario, and ironically, it came from an absolute fool of a stallion.

Just the idea made Luna want to laugh. An aloof pony that didn’t know when to shut up was stealing her heart. And to make matters worse, Luna was perfectly content with it, yielding to his advances completely. There was an exhilarating thrill running through her. Despite the fact that the chilly night air was seeping through the open window in her room, a burning anticipation warmed her all over, enough to cause beads of sweat to form over her fur.

The princess climbed out of bed before drawing aside the curtains. She looked out at the locale of Canterlot with a somber gaze. With only a few hours remaining until sunrise, there was not a single pony out yet in the immediate vicinity, but Luna found plenty of other sights to keep her attention occupied, albeit briefly. From her position, she could just make out the curve of the stream along the outskirts of Canterlot. The mare could even spot Manehattan in the far distance, the city where she and Peter had first shared their feelings with each other.

Luna wondered if she would ever see Manehattan in the same light again. Personally, she was not a fan of large cities by any means, considering them too crowded for her liking. However, there was something warm she felt for Manehattan now, and only when she caught sight of her reflection in the nearest mirror did she notice the bright smile on her face. Her heart was pounding as she returned to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I am in love with Peter,” she reflected, a warm shudder passing through her body as she thought his name.

The sensation she felt seemed like it was expanding inside of her, as if she needed to do something to expel it. It was almost like frustration, only the sorrow or anger had been replaced with a raw joy. This was an alien feeling for Luna, considering she had lost herself to such negative emotions. Now, she felt like shouting as loud as she could in her patented Canterlot tone the sentence she had been repeating to herself.

She had never before encountered a positive feeling like this, and she was just as confused as she was happy. Falling backwards onto the bed, Luna stared at the ceiling while reflecting on the night's events. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she remembered Peter kissing her, blushing once she remembered closing the door in an embarrassed fashion like a flustered child. They had spent time conversing for hours during their dinner date and talked about all kinds of things, all while holding hooves.

Although they talked about nothing in particular, Luna only wished they had conversed further, suddenly finding the time she had spent with Peter precious. Blinking, the princess felt her eyes were again damp with joyful tears. Much to her chagrin, Luna had cried sporadically after the date’s conclusion. However, her sense of glee had not diminished in the slightest. With every tear she shed, the mare’s smile expanded.

From the window, the sounds of early morning came tumbling in with the first pale rays of sunlight. Luna blinked in the direction of the window, frowning. She had not slept at all, having lost herself in her thoughts for an entire night. Exasperated, Luna shook her head. She wouldn't be able to sleep right now with so much going on in her head, and the entire day was ahead of her. Perhaps with enough distractions, she could find a way to sleep in time for her impending nightshift.

Stirring, Luna traveled to the bathroom and cleaned herself appropriately, yet hastily, before leaving the comforts of her personal quarters. There were only a small number of guards going about their business in the castle. The princess stepped out into the pale light at the courtyard and glanced skyward. Only the tip of the shimmering sun was visible as it hung, framed between the tree lined horizon and a burning sky. Luna sat on the soft grass near a fountain, leaning her back against the marble while watching a pair of gardeners tend to the numerous patches of flowers and shrubbery spread over the village.

“You're up early,” remarked a soft voice from behind. Luna turned her head to see her older sister approaching her position. As of late, it had been a chore to interact with her sibling, but currently, Luna felt elated that there was somepony else here to talk to. In spite of their differences, they were sisters, and for the multiple eons that have passed, Celestia and Luna were best friends as well. Nothing would change that. Once hoof-lengths apart, Celestia slowed to a halt and smiled. “Couldn't sleep?”

Luna inhaled deeply before sighing. “Yes, I was finding it difficult to do so. I trust the night was relatively peaceful for you?”

Celestia found a place along the grass and sat down beside her sister, stretching. “It was, but don’t worry about that. I’m more interested in hearing how your night went.”

Glancing off to the side, Luna cleared her throat dismissively. “I had fun.” She paused for a second, closing her eyes before leaning her head back against the wall of the fountain. “I couldn't sleep at all last night when I returned.”

Slow to respond, Celestia studied her sister’s smile with an arched brow. “Huh. I see. Is that truly all?” Luna offered no response, pursing her lips. Celestia simply looked sideways at her sister before a mild chuckle escaped from her. “I can only assume the kiss you two shared is an indication for the impending future?”

Coloured, Luna’s eyes widened as she glanced at her sister. “Were you spying on us?!”

“Of course not. It’s my duty to watch over everything that transpires in the castle,” Celestia plainly declared, waving a hoof dismissively. Her laugh carried nothing but gentle humor. Luna stared at the alicorn with a bemused glare, forcing Celestia to clear her throat sheepishly. “I digress. I had no reason to spy on you or Peter. I just had a positive feeling on what the outcome of your date might be. So, thank you for confirming my suspicions anyway.”

“Ah… um…” Luna trailed off, her words having failed her once more. Eons together and a thousand years apart, and Celestia knew her sister better than she knew herself. Even embarrassed, the exhilarating giddiness wouldn't go away, and Luna found herself smiling brightly. “Sister… I am in love!” The alicorn’s voice echoed across the courtyard, catching the attention of the gardeners, but she didn’t care, evident by her bright and glittering gaze. “It feels strange, but exhilarating. I've never felt this before. Part of me is so happy, yet I also feel… scared? Is that normal, Sister?”

Celestia smiled fondly at the alicorn. “That’s only natural, Luna. Don’t concern yourself too much with it. Just take it one step at a time, and you’ll both be fine. Open your heart, but stay true to yourself.”

Luna blinked, narrowing her gaze on her sibling. “You speak as though you were expecting this.”

“You could say that. If anything, I was surely hoping for the best case scenario,” Celestia murmured, staring at the sun as it continued to rise above the line of trees that marked the forest along the outskirts of Canterlot. “Peter never hid his feelings, and I had my suspicions when it came to you. I believe the past few weeks have made it kind of obvious to me though.”

“It did?” Luna huffed, frowning. “How could you have been so sure when I was not?”

Celestia edged closer to the alicorn, smiling. “You’re my sister, that’s why. I know how you can be at times. Plus, it's always easier to spot when others are concerned.” The older alicorn sobered, shifting her gaze to the running waters of the foundation. “You’ve been happier lately, and I can tell that Peter has had a hoof in that. I just have to ask you: are you certain about this? Our lives are long, never-ending. Peter is a mortal, and in time, he will pass on like everything else.”

Luna offered no immediate response. Her sister’s words were spoken truthfully, yet warningly. They were alicorns, beings meant to live far beyond the normal standard of those around them. Only dragons could rival their lifespans, but they too age and eventually die. Nothing about Peter’s biology spoke against this. While he was extraordinary, gifted with many abilities some could only dream of possessing, the Outworlder turned equine was still only mortal.

Yet, Luna did not care about any of that. Peter had earned her trust and love, an achievement nopony had achieved until now. This happiness that she harbored was very real. It was true that Peter would eventually cease to live. However, one thing that Luna had come to learn was not to cling to the past. Time would forever move forward, never ceasing. The best thing she could do was embrace the present and make the most out of what was given to her.

Luna nodded firmly, placing a hoof over her warm chest. “I know, and I’m going to make certain to enjoy every second of it while it lasts.”

Celestia smirked at her sister’s simple response. “All right. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters to me. You have my full support.”

Both mares shared a brief yet loving embrace, rubbing the sides of their heads against each other affectionately. They eventually parted, allowing Luna to smile. “Thank you, Sister.”

Celestia suddenly grinned, arching a playful brow at the alicorn. “So… should I expect nieces and nephews from you two anytime soon?” The alicorn’s horn glowed before a plush toy of a spider materialized into existence in a burst of light, levitating into Luna’s grasp. Celestia’s laughter grew. “It’s pretty ironic. You’ve always had a strange fascination for arachnids. Now, your boyfriend has spider powers and vaguely resembles one. This is truly a match made in heaven. Perhaps we should refer to him as Lunar Spider now?”

Like lightning would strike a rod, Luna’s stern demeanor resurfaced with a bemused glare as she stared at the plush toy in her hoof. “You ruined it,” she blankly grumbled, standing from her seat before walking out of the courtyard with the toy in hoof. “You ruined it, and I’m leaving.”

Celestia watched as her sister departed in a huff, resting her chin on a hoof. “Some things never change.” Once she was out of hearing range, Celestia smiled warmly. “But I’m happy that somepony’s finally gotten through to you. Thank you, Peter.”

To be continued...