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// [BONUS]: Princess Luna 
// Story: Mane 6 Mistletoe Simulator 
// by CategoricalGrant 
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Nopony. Nopony at all is outside.
Frowning, you stick your head out the door and look left. Through the falling snow, you can see the hazy evening lights of downtown Ponyville in the distance. You turn your head to the right, and see only the snow slowly fading into the blackness of night.
Must have been the wind. 
Sighing, you close the door and head inside. Sitting down on your couch, you begin to wait for your special friend to come.
You wait.
And, wait.
And...wait.
After a few hours have passed, you give up hope of seeing your dear friend tonight. It wasn’t the first time somepony had forgotten their very important plans with you; it probably wouldn’t be the last.
You sit silently in the dark, the minutes melting away and the embers of the once roaring fire growing dim as you stare at your wall, contemplating the sad state of your life. If your best friend in Ponyville couldn’t be bothered to come and visit you, what were you worth?
You are jolted out of your groggy delirium when you hear a scratching sound emanating from your wall. You stare intently at the area above your fireplace, furrowing your brow as the sound moves further and further down the wall.
Soon, it halts completely, and a slender blue leg gently lowers itself onto the bed of ashes in the fireplace. It is followed soon by three more, and a dainty sigh as the pony bends her legs to lean under the mantle.
A shapely, indigo alicorn wearing a red and white cap, boots and candy cane-striped stockings which go halfway up her back legs emerges from your fireplace carrying a large, burlap sack. Holding a hoof to your barrel in surprise, you scan her up and down a few times as she dusts some ash off of herself.
Finally, you speak up. “P-Princess Luna?”
Princess Luna looks up at you. “That is me, correct.”
You begin shaking slightly; you’d never seen a Princess before, except in newspaper photos. “Y-y-you’re Santa Hooves?”
“Hm?” she glances down at her costume for a moment before her eyes light up in understanding. “Oh! No, but Santa Hooves and I are very similar. For instance, we both break into ponies’ houses at night to give them nice things. As such, I like to dress up on my rounds during December. It makes me feel festive.” She smiles at you before placing the bag on the ground and loosening its tie. “Now,” she chirps, sticking her head inside, “I think I have a particularly nice dream for you…”
After a moment, she pauses and removes her head from the bag. She turns to face you, cocking her head to the side and scrunching up her muzzle in a rather adorable fashion. “Wait a minute, I can’t give you dreams if you’re not asleep. Why are you up this late, my little pony?” 
“Well, your highness,” you begin, your voice slowly beginning to waver as you continue, “I was expecting somepony to show up tonight, but...they didn’t show up.”
“Aw,” Princess Luna whines, pouting sympathetically. “So you’re up moping, then?” She leaves her bag and sits next to you on the couch.
“Yeah,” you sigh, resting your head on your hooves.
“I can’t help but notice you’ve left some mistletoe up. Was this friend a potential special somepony?”
You look up and your eyes widen upon seeing the little cut of parasitic plant above you. “Well, I didn’t mean to leave that up...it’s from a party I threw a while ago, but...yeah, I-I guess she was.”
“Oh, my poor subject,” Princess Luna hums, wrapping a wing around you and pulling you forcefully but sweetly into her chest fluff. She nuzzles the top of your head slowly. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Your mistletoe is still up, did you maybe want a kiss from me?” 
You nuzzle your way up to look at her. “R-really?”
“Sultry blue Santa Hooves can make your dreams literally come true,” she purrs softly.
“...Now I’m feeling a little bit uncomfortable.”
Princess Luna frowns in disapproval. “Do you want a kiss or not?”
“Yes!” you stammer, a little too emphatically. 
Princess Luna smiles mischievously and turns her body so that her striped sock-covered back legs are wrapped tightly around you. She moves her muzzle up to your ear and lets out a gentle exhalation. “My Little Pony, you’ve been very, very nice this year…” she whispers alluringly.
You furrow your brow. “Nice? Don’t you mean naughty?”
Princess Luna pulls away to look at you with confused exasperation. “Why on earth would I mean that? Only nice ponies get kisses! Naughty ponies only receive hardened carboniferous materials and crippling nightmares, depending on which Santa Hooves is visiting.”
“B-but doesn’t ‘naughty’ imply some sort of attraction and flirtiness, o-or something?”
Princess Luna frowns at you and huffs, her Santa Hooves cap almost falling off of her head as she tilts it and narrows her eyes at you. “You are ruining the immersion of this roleplay. Shut up, please.”
“Y-yes, your highness.”
With that, Princess Luna smiles amorously. You feel her magic press against the back of your head, forcing your muzzle in towards hers.
Electricity shoots through your body as soon as your lips make contact with hers. They are overwhelmingly soft, seemingly catering exactly to your movements, and the kiss contains just the perfect amount of wetness and warmth.
Now this is true love. One day, you are going to make Luna your wife.
No! No- wife doesn’t cut it; such a term could never encapsulate your newfound love for her. You need something better. Wife-y. Wife-o. 
...Those terms aren’t quite there, but, y’know, something like that.
Her wings wrap around you and pull your body flush against hers as she widens the distance between her own lips and deepens the lock between them and your own. Small smooching noises are heard as you cooperate in gently opening and closing the kiss.
You are straight up about to faint after a few more moments, and pull away from the kiss to regroup.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she growls, pressing her muzzle into the side of your neck and delivering a salvo of wet kisses into it, moving from near your barrel up to the top of your ear. 
You shiver gently at the wonderful feeling. When she reaches the top of your ear, her muzzle arcs back in a U-shape and her lips press against yours again, her hooves giving you a tight squeeze and eliciting a gentle moan from you.
This kiss is warmer, and when it ends, your lips break their seal exceedingly slowly. Reluctantly, even. Then, Princess Luna kisses the top of your muzzle and pulls you into a tight hug.
“Thank you, Princess Luna.”
“You’re welcome, my loyal subject. Happy Hearth’s Warming!” With that exhortation, she extricates herself from you, stands up, and rubs your mane haphazardly in a show of affection before picking up her burlap sack of dreams. “Oh, one last thing,” she says, craning her neck around to face you. “I give your kissing a 7/10. Improve a little bit for when Santa comes back next year, alright?”
“Y...y...yes,” you squeak.
Luna begins sauntering toward the fireplace and shoots you a sensual wink. Unfortunately, this action also delays the return of her field of view to the front, and she rams her horn into the bricks above your fireplace.
“Sweet Celestia!” she cries, punching the bricks with a hoof and causing several jagged cracks to form across them. “Ten million curses upon this masonry!”
“Do you just want to use the door, maybe?”
“And let the fireplaces win? I would sooner die!”