Written by: Fuzzyfurvert
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Twilight groaned as she frowned at the empty throne at the end of the great court hall. Luna had indeed abandoned post. Again. She sighed and rubbed at her temples for a moment before turning to the nearest Nightguard.
“Excuse me, but where is Princess Luna this time?”
The guard snapped a quick salute. “Her majesty has retired for the evening, as there were no petitioners to her night court.”
Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Um… I’m here. She even knew I was coming!”
The gaurdspony shrugged. “Sorry Miss Twilight. Princess Luna did leave word to direct you toward her tower.”
Twilight rolled her eyes and turned around without thanking the guard. Luna’s tower wasn’t very far away, but all the stairs tended to make her thighs hurt before she was even halfway to the top. Good thing she knew a little magic to make things a little easier. As soon as she was around the first turn of the stairway, out of sight of the hallway and any of the guards, Twilight’s horn glowed and flipped her local gravity, turning the long stairs into a quick slide.
Just as she was coming around the final bend, Twilight canceled her spell and dropped back down to walk the rest of the way to the landing like a normal pony. The Princess’ chamber doors were closed and oddly unguarded, but she she got closer, Twilight could hear muffled music. After introducing her to modern playback devices, Twilight found Luna to be quite the voracious consumer of music. Luna tended to enjoy the classics from her time period the most, but recently had taken to listening to more contemporary fare. The music Twilight heard coming from the Princess’ chambers now was decidedly recent with a quick, heavy beat and a liberal amount of electronic distortion. As she stood on the landing listening, Twilight was surprised to hear what sounded like a dubstep remix of an old Motown hit by Aretha Fetlock.
Twilight knocked gently and the door fell open slightly at the light pressure, the volume of the music jumping impressively. “Um… hello? Luna?”
Twilight pushed the door open slowly, not wanting to intrude on the Princess in her private sanctum. “Luna, your door was open and I…” Twilight blinked, her jaw hit the floor a second later as she absorbed the sight before her.
Luna, Princess of the Night and Diarch of Equestria floated a few feet off the floor, but it wasn’t her wings or magic that held her aloft. Her thighs were wrapped around a silver pole that spanned from ceiling to floor, holding her body up as her back arched and her starry mane hung to the floor. Luna’s wings dropped and pushed against the floor to start lifting her torso in rhythmic jerks and bounces that kept up with the beat of the music.
When she could reach, Luna pulled her body close to the pole with one hoof while her other worked its way across her belly and then up her chest and around her back to sweep up her hair until it was like a blue cloud surrounding her head. Her tail flicked to the side, swatting herself right on her Cutie Mark with an audible slap the made Luna gasp.
Twilight tried in vain to pull her jaw back up off the ground as the Princess started to spin on the pole. Luna had all four legs wrapped around its silvery length and her abs rolling in sync with the music so perfectly it would make professional belly dancers weep. Luna’s wings flared and folded, spreading across her body in a fan dance, giving hints at her curves as well as propelling her lazy spin until she was facing directly away from Twilight and presenting her with the sensual curve of Luna’s back.
The Princess let go with her legs, holding the pole with her forearms, and planted herself with a wide stance, tail held high. Twilight could see both of her Cutie Marks and noted idly that the black part did, in fact, meet in the middle. Luna looked back over her shoulder and gave Twilight a mysterious smile before running her tongue slowly up the silvery pole.
“Ah, Twilight. Did you need something?”
Twilight twitched. She might have been trying to form words, but the Princess never heard them as Twilight chose that specific moment to topple onto her side, her horn flashing with the sparks of some half-formed spell or release of pure mana, and passed right the hell out.