Twilight’s eyes fluttered open, and she strained to focus on the mass of rust red and pale violet hair filling her vision. She took a deep, shuddering breath, and pushed away slightly from the warm, soft shape, now revealed as a pony’s mane.
Moondancer’s deep-purple eyes opened for a moment, then squeezed shut as she yawned, and nuzzled against Twilight’s neck.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Moondancer murmured, nibbling lightly under Twilight’s jawline, “I’ve been watching you doze for a while, now. You were really tired, I guess!”
Twilight reached under Moondancer’s chin, tipped her face upward, and pressed her mouth against Moondancer’s, giving her a deep, soft kiss.
She drew back and smiled: “I was really tired! You would not believe the crazy dreams I had all night!”
Moondancer grinned, and squeezed her body tight against Twilight’s, sliding her hind legs between Twilight’s, spreading both their legs open.
“I had some interesting dreams, too!” she said, returning Twilight’s kiss as she pressed her pelvis against Twilight’s, sliding their warm loins together.
Twilight put one hoof behind Moondancer’s head, holding their kiss firmly in place, as her other hoof slid down between their abdomens, brushing against Moondancer’s ruddy nipples.
Moondancer moaned softly into Twilight’s mouth as Twilight’s hoof rubbed gently against her warm, damp opening.
Twilight then rolled her hip, separating and shifting her legs, thrusting her own sex against Moondancer’s, the urgent motion of her hoof stimulating them both.
Twilight dozed off again with her and Moondancer’s cries echoing in her ears, her whole body awash with a hot, intoxicating tingle.
Twilight awoke again, an hour later, to the scents of tea and fresh scones, wafting in from the kitchen. She untangled herself from the sweat-dampened sheets, and stood up, stretching luxuriously.
Moondancer stepped into the bedroom, her wet mane wrapped in a towel, smelling of fresh lilac: “You want to shower before or after some breakfast?”
Twilight regarded her lover’s smooth, wet body appreciatively: “I think I’m still hungry for other things!”
Moondancer grinned and blushed: “Not now, naughty pony! You have a meeting with Cadance’s architect in just under an hour, and you know as well as I do, that when you’re “hungry” you don’t finish “eating” for at least an hour!”
Twilight advanced, but Moondancer sidestepped, and magically pulled her towel free, tossing it in Twilight’s face. She giggled and dashed into the kitchen.
Twilight laughed, placed the towel over a rod in the still-steamy bathroom, and joined her partner in the sun-dappled breakfast nook.
“It smells wonderful!” Twilight said as she sat at the table, pulling a cinnamon scone and cup of tea in front of her.
Moondancer also took a seat, magically pulling her hair up into a ponytail, sliding her glasses on, and dropping a scone onto her own plate. She looked across the table into Twilight’s eyes and smiled.
“It’s a new recipe,” she said. “I had one the other day when the team went out to lunch.”
She took a sip of tea: “So what crazy dreams? You sure were restless while you slept!”
Twilight swallowed a bite of scone: “Oh, wow--they had a bit of everything! I was living in Ponyville…”
“Ponyville? Isn’t that a small town south of here?” Moondancer interrupted. “Why Ponyville?”
“I have no idea,” Twilight replied, “but I had a group of friends, and we battled monsters and Nightmare Moon, and I became an alicorn and a Princess, and I had a castle, and it was all just nuts!”
Moondancer took a sip of tea: “Nuts is right! An alicorn? I can’t imagine you with wings! Minuette and Lemon Hearts will just die when you tell them this story at the dinner this weekend!”
Twilight furrowed her brow and nodded as she blew across the top of her tea mug: “That’s right--Cadance’s baby-shower-dinner-thing is this weekend!”
“How can you keep forgetting that?” Moondancer asked, as she stood, and walked to the kitchen sink with her plate, “You see her all the time these days!”
Twilight shrugged: “It all just blurs together. If I’m not meeting her designers about the new Crystal Empire library, I’m helping her with the foundation to actually stock and staff the damn thing, and it’s all a rush-job to get it done before her baby comes, and we all have to pack up and relocate to the Crystal Empire!”
Moondancer smiled sympathetically: “Well, at least today’s meeting should be quick, shouldn’t it? They accepted the “Tree of Knowledge” design you preferred, yes?”
Twilight dropped another scone on her plate, and nodded: “I’m not even really sure why we’re having a meeting this morning! Cadance and I signed-off on our favorite, and we’re meeting with the foundation board this afternoon. Just another case of ‘i’ dotting and ‘T’ crossing I guess…”
Moondancer stepped through a pair of glass double doors onto a small balcony.
“I will miss all this when we move,” she said looking out over Canterlot’s main square, “but the chance to help Cadance and your brother rebuild their domain is too exciting to pass up!”
Twilight pushed back from the table, and stepped up beside Moondancer, nuzzling her neck.
“It’s gonna be awesome!” Twilight said. “I mean I’m nervous--I’ve never lived away from Canterlot, and I’ve never had this kind of responsibility before, but Cadance trusts me, and I know I won’t let her down!”
Moondancer turned to face Twilight, eyes glittering, and leaned in, kissing her softly on the lips.
Twilight felt that wave of heat rush through her veins, warming her loins, stirring the familiar itch, again.
She slid her body between Moondancer and the balcony rail, and began to push her back into their apartment, never breaking the kiss.
“And as my first executive decision,” Twilight muttered into Moondancer’s half-open, waiting mouth, “I’m canceling this morning’s meeting--I have more important things to do!”
Moondancer backed all the way to the bedroom, bumping the door open with her rump.
“And more important ponies to do, too!” she said breathlessly, dropping onto the bed on her back, hind legs spread, front legs stretched out, beckoning.
Twilight grinned and knelt down at the foot of the bed, burying her muzzle in Moondancer’s loins.
Moondancer cried out, back arched, hooves twisting and pulling at Twilight’s mane, for minute after aching minute, her eyes pressed shut tightly, breath coming in ragged bursts.
Twilight felt her lover’s exhausted body finally collapse, and she worked her way up between Moondancer’s legs, dragging her tongue tip from Moondancer’s engorged folds, over her nipples and navel, ending in her open, panting mouth.
“Oh, sweet Celestia, lovermare--that thing you do with your horn!” Moondancer gasped, wrapping both sets of legs around Twilight’s body, trying to stop the shuddering.
Twilight grinned wickedly, licking her lips, luxuriating in Moondancer’s rich musk and quivering body: “Catch your breath, cutie, and I’ll walk you through how it works!”
She rolled sideways and flopped her legs out, spreading dramatically across the bed and Moondancer.
“Give...me...a...second,” Moondancer said breathlessly, nuzzling against Twilight’s chest, sliding a forehoof down between her loins.
Twilight squeezed her legs together tightly around Moondancer’s hoof and began to grind against it slowly.
She glanced out the room’s open bay window at the setting sun, and noticed the crescent moon just above and to the sun’s left.
Moondancer stretched her neck just enough to gently bite at Twilight’s ear, tugging it lightly, tipping her face downward.
As her head was pulled down, Twilight’s eye fell on a bright-red candle, burning on a side table. She furrowed her brow as Moondancer’s mare-musk was mingled with the scent of strawberries.
“Moony,” she said, “where did you get that candle? I don’t remember seeing it before.”
Moondancer stopped nibbling and sucking at Twilight’s ear, and turned her head over her shoulder: “Oh, that? The new girl in the office brought it as a gift. She makes beeswax candles. She’s quite the farm mare--even brought snacks for everypony the first day!”
Twilight’s stomach dropped as a cold wave seemed to wash over her: “Strawberries?” she asked tentatively.
“Yeah, how did you know?” Moondancer replied, returning her attention to Twilight’s neck.
She established a steady, circular rhythm with her forehoof as Twilight’s hind legs slowly spread open.
Twilight closed her eyes, trying to ignore the pale moonlight now spilling across the bed, and the omnipresent scent of strawberries.
She bit her lip as the tension built in her loins and in her mind: “Wha-what’s her name?”
Moondancer had worked her mouth down Twilight’s abdomen, now, and paused with her lips against her navel.
“Hmm?” she said, “Her name? It’s Dew Drop. You’ll get to meet her this weekend at Cadance’s shower thing, and hear all her Vanhoofer stories!”
Twilight clenched her teeth, trying to stop the rising waves of both ecstasy and panic.
“Dew--Dew Drop?” she stuttered.
Moondancer nodded and laid her head on Twilight’s belly: “That’s right--you don’t know her. But you’ll meet her at the party, when we all celebrate Cadance’s baby and the new library, and all of it!”
Twilight shuddered as Moondancer’s warm, wet tongue slipped delicately between her loins. She squeezed her eyes tightly as tears leaked out, glittering in the moonlight.
“It’s all so great!” Moondancer cried lustily, moments before burying her face between Twilight’s trembling legs. “Isn’t it everything you’ve ever dreamed of?”
“It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” Twilight agreed in a breathless whisper, her body wracked with spasms of ecstasy, and sobs of inconsolable sorrow.
“But it’s not enough…”
Twilight awoke suddenly with a gasp, accompanied by a fresh shot of pain from her damaged wing, which was now pinned against the cold, stone floor.
She propped herself up on one foreleg, and gingerly moved Luna’s wing aside, before blearily peering around the dark, silent chamber.
She looked down at Luna’s slack, sleeping face, and hot tears sprang to her eyes: “Why did you interfere, Luna? I would have been happy! I was so happy!”
Sobs welled up unbidden from deep in her chest, and she hunched over Luna’s body, weeping bitter tears, which dropped like rain onto her cutie mark, blurring the crescent moon.