Chapter I: Closer Than Ever Before
The Canterlot Castle was colder then many Heartwarming mornings before. Luna and Derpy were inside, enjoying the festivities, but besides the guards and the staff, they were alone. For half a year now, her sister Molly was gone, lost to unknown magic in a world not their own. The younger princess held the sun and the moon valiantly, but even with her best friend and the occasional visit from the rest of the royals, she could not deny the void in her heart.
“The toad hat is wonderful Derpy, I do hope my gift is to your liking as well!” Luna smiled, as Derpy giggled, admiring the set of muffin molds, each in a shape of a famous video game characters.
The smile Luna was carrying was not fake, but rather hollow, since this was the season one should enjoy with his family the most. Her sister Molly was gone for over six months now, and she feared the worst. It was not the first time she had been missing, usually on her “wild expeditions” that would involve mingling with the locals, heavily. But this seemed different, and deep down she felt this may become the first Heartwarming morning in many that she would be without her loving, if sometimes overbearing sister.
As she looked around the presents, she noticed a package that was not there last night, which made her perk up and swiftly move towards it.
“Derpy, did you sneak out of bed last night and placed this?” she asked, remembering the snuggles of last night vividly.
“Ah, no, I was with you all night, honest!” Derpy replied in her usual cheery manner.
“Maybe one of the guards then, I have to know now.” Luna mumbled, looking at the golden bow on the red box with intent. Then she noticed something under it, and moved the bow to the side.
There was indeed a small note on it, written in wonderful hornwriting, one that Luna had seen all to often.
Dear Sister, I am sorry I can’t return to you for now. But, I have found a way home, and a way for us to be together again, closer then ever before.
Please send my good wishes to all there.
Always yours,
Molly
“It’s from big sis! She is okay! Derpy, she is okay!” Luna scream in celebration, making Derpy and even the guards look in bewilderment. Luna was usually very reserved, even during very happy moments.
In a flurry, Luna used her hooves, her magic and her hind legs to open the present, only to stop and laugh nervously as she saw the contents.
She slowly lifted four smooth and shiny white socks, with golden trims. The design and the color was unmistakable that of Molly. Luna knew her sister had a bit of a hedonistic streak, but never this obvious.
“They look very snugly, why don’t you try them on?” Derpy asked, smiling innocently.
“I am not so sure Derpy, even if you are correct. They seem too lifelike, it feels like magic is coursing trough it that I can’t quite grasp yet. Perhaps if I examine them first and then...”
“Oh please, please! For me?” Derpy interrupted Luna’s mumbling with her best impression of a dog who just lost his favorite chew toy, to which the princess of the moon had no defense against.
She hesitantly levitated the front right sock, noticing how the golden tip in fact was heavy and a real gold plate, and glided the garment onto her hoof. Her breathing got faster as a new and foreign tingle invaded her and she let out a small moan, much to her embarrassment. The sock felt real good, and even more so when her hoof clicked into place into the plate. Her flustered look was too much for Derpy and she kissed Luna on the cheek, enjoying it almost as much as Luna did.
Luna levitated the other sock, this time without any added incentive, her magic seemingly knowing her better than she cared to ever admit. She lifted the other front leg, and quickly snapped the sock place, gasping as the plate clicked, falling backwards. Derpy rushed to her side, but as the other two hind socks levitated by the same magic, and crawled furiously onto her back legs in synchronous motion, she stopped right next to her.
Panting and drooling, Luna simply twitched next to Derpy. Her mind was a whirlwind, and she was enjoying a high she had seldom felt in her long life. It felt both enjoyable but forbidden, and deviant, much like her sister.
“Luna are you okay?!” Derpy cried, finally managing to come to her senses after such a unusual display.
“... I am fine dear... But a kiss might help me recover faster...” Luna smiled deviously, only to snap out of it as Derpy closed in.
“Ah! What... On second thought Derpy, I will be fine this way as well.” Luna smiled nervously and stood up, the click of the golden plates in sync with her stomps.
“They really look good on you Luna!” Derpy complimented her best friend as they moved to the game room, with Luna chuckling nervously, a sway in her walk distracting the usually stoic guards.
The pair enjoyed a nice session of Co-op madness, with Luna fidgeting ever so often in her socks, relishing the sound and sensations of rubbing one against the other. Soon enough Derpy began to yawn often, and that meant it was time for her to hit the bed. They wished each other a good night, with Luna getting ready for her duties, and Derpy going to bed.
Luckily for Luna, the dreams of her loving ponies seemed to be mostly okay, with the odd scared filly that she helped rather quickly. This meant that she had half of the night to herself, and as usual, she wanted to get some competitive multiplayer done, so she does not lose her edge.
“Now to kick some butt, some nice plump, juicy...” she dozed off as she sat down on her cushion, blushing slightly at the choice of words she used to describe the opponent derriere.
Luna’s playing experience seemed oddly ordinary, with the positive kill count on her side, as she lay down on a soft, luxurious mess of cushions.
“Well I think I have schooled these novices enough. Now time for some rest and relaxation.” she mused to herself, and levitated the controller down, looking to have some deserved shut-eye. But first she had to remove the socks, since she preferred sleeping without them anyway.
She magically removed them and placed in a nice jewel encrusted box, and went to her bedroom. Once there, and her hygiene taken care of, she approached her bed.
Looking down, she saw… immediately, she looked back up, blushing. She was still wearing them!
“What am I doing wearing those silky, gold-crowned... “ She was having trouble processing the word that belonged to them. Or at least, she felt almost ashamed to use it. There was something about the quality of the word; its sensual, slithering beginning, the yawning vowel in the middle, then the sudden, abrupt percussion, trailing off in another, whimpering hiss. It felt like such a naughty word for some reason.
Eventually, Luna looked about, a heavy plush at the bridge of her snout as she dared to sound it out aloud. “Socks.” Her body squirmed a little as she said the word, as though just hearing it was emotionally gratifying in some way. She dared to look down, and saw her sister-resembling garments staring back at her, with their soft, satin-like sheen looking as smooth and soft as they felt, hugging her tight. Her mind welled on their texture, and their name.
They were so comforting to wear, and thinking on that Luna found herself playfully clicking the metal bases together with a tiny tapping of metal to metal; it was hard, but warm and comfy, and her hooves were cushioned inside it, not much unlike the the blue counterparts she herself would wear on royal occasions, but still very different in feel.
She jumped on the bed quickly, a new playful giggle on her muzzle. Lying down on her back, Luna rubbed her belly, feeling her socks stroke and massage against her fur. Looking down, seeing them rub her stomach, she smiled, musing about the thought of getting a belly rub from her own sister! She thought the idea was adorable, and she couldn’t help but giggle; Could Molly feel all of this, maybe?
Luna shook her head. She was letting her mind wander, these were just a pair of soft, silly socks, playful and cute as they were. Luna groaned in some strange elation. There that word was again, swimming around in her head! The thought of her sister and socks brought to her mind the idea of Molly with a pair of socks themed like herself, a nice, cute, contrasting idea. She knew her sister too well, though. She’d do…
Luna’s blush was hot now, thinking of a snug, fabric version of her own hoof gliding and playing with her sister’s folds. She didn’t even realize she was touching herself, and a part of her didn’t care.
Luna wasn’t sure what idea was hotter: thinking of her sister rubbing herself in socks, or the fact that Luna herself was doing just that! She couldn’t resist; with nobody else in the room, she began teasing herself as she stroked and rubbed.
“Mfh… Oh, you naughty, kinky little mare, can you not resist the urge to rub yourself with such a pair of so-gnnmh…!” For some reason, the moment she was on the verge of saying ‘socks’, the moment the word entered her thoughts, she felt a flutter in her chest, and a flare in the heat of her blush. It felt like a very naughty word now, and Luna loved it. She loved the fact that it seemed like such a dirty word to her, and she loved the fact that she couldn’t get, or maybe even didn’t want the idea to leave her thoughts.
She wanted someone here, someone to tease her with the word, and tease her with socks! Someone to drive that word deeper and deeper into her mind, and to keep saying it while Luna pleasured herself until she wouldn’t be able to hear the word “socks” in a conversation without getting a little excited!
As she kept rubbing and enjoying herself, she felt the socks continue on as tight and comfy as they were; in fact, they felt like they covered more than they did before, but that didn’t feel weird. If anything, that made her moan more lewdly, being able to feel more fabric than she did before, being able to bask in it, being able to enjoy this secret, guilty pleasure.
The pace of her socked hoof rubbing deep inside, taking advantage of the metallic tip intensified, as images of her sister came back. This situation called for her guidance. “What would Molly do?” Luna asked herself, and in soaking her sheets she got the right response. Dazed and in bliss, she fell asleep, the tip of the sock cleaned by her tongue in the last moment of her consciousness.
Luna awoke in the dream realm in her usual chamber of slumber, fit with the large flower she enjoyed sleeping under so much. Even in here, the tingle of the socks was evident. She simply veered into the distance, not moving or blinking, her smile a sign of acceptance.
“Not so stuck up now, are you sister?” a voice echoed in the chamber, rattling Luna and making her leave her dazed state.
“... Big sis?” she asked perplexed, but in a joyous undertone.
Then, trough a rip, slowly and swaying her big behind all the way, Molly entered the chamber.
“Indeed. I am glad you decided to wear them, otherwise I would have never managed to come here, and claim what is mine.” she said, her seductive voice oozing with intent.
“Yours? What are you on about?” Luna asked, the atmosphere changing rapidly from happiness to an uneasy curiosity.
“The socks of course, and everything with it.” Molly replied eagerly, closing in on Luna, swaying in circles around her sister.
Luna nervousness was now at the breaking point. Was this really Molly, or some nightmare she dreamed up, a punishment for her carnal desires taking her over?
Her answer had to wait, as Molly pounced on her like a cat, faster and more agile then her sister ever was.
“Get off me you nightmare!” Luna growled, but to avail, as Molly just smiled confidently.
“Sorry little sis, you don’t get to call the shots around here, I do. I am the ruler of the Dreamrealm after all.” Molly laughed maniacally, looking with eagerness at her hooves and Luna’s touching perfectly.
Luna looked over to the side as well, and screamed. Her hooves and Molly’s were merging, slowly her dark blue ones were becoming a familiar shade of white.
“No, let me go!” Luna pleaded, eyes filled with fear.
“I wish I could, but when you are cursed by some native sock magic, your mind searches for anyway back to the real world. Mine is trough you.” The wicked Sun goddess replied unfazed, and lowered her hind legs onto Luna’s, making them hers as well.
As she now controlled the legs, she easily placed a hoof onto Luna’s eager vagina, who was already wet from the euphoria the change was giving her. She began to play with it, making Luna moan in between curses and screams of fear.
“You like it, don’t deny it. All these years you were perverted as I am, you just lacked the guts to do so.” Molly teased, and lowered her body onto Luna, so only the head were apart, giving Luna an orgasm like never before.
“...I’m scared...” Luna broke down in tears, knowing that this was the end for her, in some form or fashion.
“Don’t be, you are doing the right thing, I was the better sister anyways.” Molly smiled wickedly, and kissed Luna, their faces melting into one, that of Molestia.
In sweat and a moan, Molestia woke up. She was indeed back, in her sister’s room.
“Mmmh, lovely. Now what to do with these?” she asked herself, looking at the blue Luna themed socks she was wearing.
She removed them, and hovered them over the shredder meant for royal documents.
Her mind remembered how every second in the sock prison is a year of sexual denial, and that even after an hour, her sister would not be the same.
“Might be fun...” she mused to herself, and lowered the socks in the jewel box, much like Luna did with hers.
Quickly, she dialed a number on her phone.
“...Yes?” a familiar voice echoed on the other side, asking gingerly.
“Twilight it’s me, Molly!”
“Oh my, you are alive!” the voice replied ecstatically, a faint thumping heard in the background, probably from hooves landing on wooden floor.
“More than ever... Say, would you like to come over to celebrate with some nice tea? I even have a present for you, it’s a life changer...”