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// Nightvision 
// Story: Nightvision 
// by EroPony1000 
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Shortly after her release from her cosmic prison, Princess Luna realized that regaining the trust of her subjects was going to be a tad more difficult than her sister made it seem. Though Celestia had been nothing but accommodating, Luna quickly discovered herself to be awkward in the company of others, having nearly a thousand years of etiquette to catch up on. Apart from that, many were still afraid of her, seeing only the terror of Nightmare Moon.

Though free from her curse she felt isolated and alone, despite her efforts to make amends, and like salt upon a wound she found that most ponies still slept through her beautiful night. In her despair she became increasingly reclusive, only attending royal affairs if she was specifically requested. 

In the more recent years up until her redemption, while she was still held prisoner by the Nightmare, a magi-tech revolution had swept across Equestria, lead by the enigmatic organization known as “Grimoire.” Though intimidating at first, the princess was eventually able to make use of such devices as they offered, even creating a profile on their proprietary social network at her sister’s behest. Soon enough, Luna was able to reconnect with her sister, and her subjects in a way that was less... uncomfortable.

Aside from simple correspondence she also tried her hand at gaming, which allowed her to interact in real time with other users. At first many doubted her identity, as apparently ponies had been using her name and pretending to be her without her permission. As upsetting as that was she didn’t let it get to her, and was able to eliminate doubt by purchasing a digital camera and live streaming her play sessions. To her surprise, the feedback was positive and swift, and soon she had amassed a following of ponies fascinated by this window into her life, without the fear caused by her intimidating presence. 

After about about a month Luna was streaming regularly. With the extra bits she made from a few generous donations, she decides to invest in some new equipment, trading in her old headset for a pair of sturdy yet stylish earphones.

Before long things begin to take a rather odd turn, however. One peculiar evening, having borrowed one of her sister’s shirts, the Princess began the stream as usual, but over time her viewers made it very plain that the collar of her shirt was a little... lower than than the ones she normally wore, and that they were very aware of it.

Ordinarily she wouldn’t have given it much thought, but somehow it seemed to have caused quite the stir. The unexpected and unwanted attention directed at her cleavage made her a little uncomfortable, and to top it off, she had recently gained a few curves, as it were. She had been missed at the dining table more than a few times, preoccupied with her time-consuming new digital agenda, and had to resort to foraging late at night for her own food in the royal pantry, which, thanks to her sister’s insatiable sweet-tooth, was stocked primarily with chocolates and other snacks.

Besides her buttocks and thighs, she had managed to also gain significant weight in her bust, which did not go unnoticed, or unappreciated, by her followers. Combined with her sister’s shirt, the viewers got a little more cleavage than they bargained for, to their obvious delight.

Despite the embarrassing conversations in the chat, over the next few days things were actually looking up. With the extra donations from her ‘admirers,’ she was able to buy some new shirts. However, she decided to go with a lower neckline— not as extreme as her sister’s had been, but enough to show off the cleavage that had paid for them. Augmented by her now uncomfortably tight bra, it was more than enough to keep her followers happy, for a time.

She had just about gotten used to her new image when the requests began coming in. It started with one, which she would have ignored it if it hadn’t come from a long-time subscriber, going by the oddly familiar name “Lulamoon.” The request was embarrassing, and Luna did not particularly want to get into the habit of taking requests, but when she saw the support it received from other viewers and, more importantly, potential donors, she elected to consider it. After all, being princess of the night didn’t actually come with any monetary compensation.

Still, it wasn’t until she actually received a donation as a show of good faith that she decided to go through with it. During one of her streams, in which the number of active viewers was relatively low, she adjusted the camera to capture both her head and torso, and set her status to “AFK.” She removed her earphones and, trying not to look at the chat, took a deep breath and stared right into the lens.

Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she raised it slowly up past her belly, her cheeks flushed with color, somehow visible through her equine coat. When she had drawn it up below her heavy breasts, she crossed her arms and pulled the shirt over her head, exposing her plain black bra as her breasts were first drawn upward with the shirt, then allowed to drop and bounce, nearly slipping from their ill-fitting cups on the rebound.

At first she didn’t dare look at the chat, but little by little notifications began to appear denoting new and returning subscribers, as well as a number of small donations that quickly began to add up. As her confidence grew, she replaced her headset and was soon back to playing. She ended up finishing out the stream with the camera zoomed and focused solely on her cleavage, as per another request, and simply provided commentary as usual, just without her face in the frame. By the time she was finished she had nearly doubled her subscribers, bolstering her confidence. For good or ill, Luna had become popular.