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// Paperwork by The Landgrave 
// Story: Princest is Wincest: A Lunestia Prompt Tag Collab 
// by TheWraithWriter 
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Paperwork by The Landgrave

Cadance stood from behind her desk, brushing away non existent wrinkles and dirt as she waited for the doors to open a second time. She smiled when it did, the servant from moments before bowing as he held the door for both her aunts.

Celestia, tall as ever, wore a conservative white dress that did nothing to hide the soft curves of her body. Luna’s outfit was more reminiscent of an old cavalry dress uniform, with calf-high riding boots and a short jacket that could never hope to be buttoned up despite how much the shirt hid her chest.

Bowing her head, Cadeance started to greet them, only to freeze as the door closed and their hands entwined, Celestia’s long, pale fingers meshing with Luna’s darker olive tan. She blinked.

“Auntie?”

Celestia smiled reassuringly, but it did no good. “We are sorry for the short notice, but this wasn’t really… planned.”

The blush on Celestia’s face was new, something Cadance had never expected to see. The grin on Luna’s face, however, was all too common. “Yes. For once my sister has been caught completely off balance.” Her smile only seemed to grow. “I felt a celebration was in order.”

“I… guess so.” Cadance’s eyes fell to their hands once again, then a sparkle caught her eye. A quick glance at Celestia’s unattended hand and her jaw dropped. “Is that—”

“Yes,” Celestia said, thumbing the diamond ring.

“Are you—”

“Yes.”

“But you’re—”

“Yes.”

“But that’s—”

“Love,” Luna said. “You of all ponies should understand that.”

Cadance dropped back to her chair, her expression blank.

“I think we broke her.”

Celestia chided Luna before saying, “Cadance, dear?”

“Yes, Auntie?” she replied robotically, not looking up from her desk.

Reaching into Luna’s coat, Celestia produced a set of documents and placed them in front of the younger princess. “We just need you to sign these and we’ll be on our way.”

Cadance nodded, but otherwise didn’t respond.

With an annoyed huff, Luna strode up beside her sister/fiance, took a pen from the desk, put it in Cadance’s hand, and placed it on the bottom line. “Sign.”

Cadance signed her name. It was perhaps a little sloppy, but neither sister seemed to care.

Turning to Celestia, Luna took her hands in her own. “Say, ‘Do you, Luna, take Celestia to be your lawfully wedded wife; to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?’.” In the same mechanical tone, Cadance repeated the words. To which Luna replied, “I do.” Only to follow up a moment later with the same instruction with the names reversed.





Later, aboard the royal airship Evening Star on route to the Haywain islands, in the princess’ private chambers, Celestia lay on the massive bed, Luna straddling her and peppering her with short, passionate kisses.

Celestia idly ran her fingers through Luna’s aethereal mane, drawing out moans from her simply by massaging her scalp. In a moment of excited disbelief, she reached over and picked up the marriage licences they’d only just gotten signed, letting her eyes roam over it as though to ensure it was really real.

Her fingers stopped, Luna growling into her collarbone in annoyance. When that failed to produce any results, she glanced up at Celestia’s distressed expression. “Tia? What’s wrong?”

Her reply was a single, devastating word, “Witnesses.”