[quote]You were right, sister! So much in this world has changed and the ponies truly do seem to love the night.[/quote]

A thousand years of exile can leave a mare fairly far behind the time, it seems. Luna's return to the land of Equestria and prompt defeat at the hands of her sister's pupil and her friends had been only the beginning of the lunar princesses redemption. The mare's mind was filled with memories of how things had been so terribly long ago. From formal, booming voice, to an incapability of seeing the common pony in society as anything more than a peasent compared to her royal nature, Luna had a lot to learn. Thankfully, the mare had plenty of individuals whom to learn from. Luna had always possessed quite a close relationship with her sister and Celestia herself seemed more than eager to help the mare adjust to the changing times. Both through herself, when the horrifically beaurcy laden schedule of the head of a kingdom allowed, and through those that Celestia referred the mare too.

It helped, of course, that society had slowly come to embrace the night over the years. No longer did ponies scurry as quickly as possible when the solar light began to fade from the evening sky. Canterlot, in particular, had quite the robust nightlife and it was a thing that the princess couldn't help but partake in as various ponies assisted in helping her to learn the ways of the world. It had taken a decade, but slowly, the new customs had truly began to settle into the mare's mind. From a near recluse state and a voice that boomed to assert her royal stature, to a pony whom enjoyed her nightly mingling. From nights spent observing the delightful dreams of many a pony, stepping into alleviate when the nightmare's began to flood within a mare or stallion in terrible distress, to those she spent mingling with those outside the royal family in a far more common method. Luna had truly become quite a new mare.

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Of all the grand sweeping changes to pony society of the years, one in particular had most certainly caught the mare's attention. The embrace of the night that seemed to captivate so many mares and stallions brought with it an incredible enjoyment of the carnal pleasures of life. Luna herself, being the dreamwalker that she was, had long since learned to enjoy the secrets desires and fantasies of other ponies, her sibling most certainly counted among them. If a thousand years away had done anything, it has certainly caused Luna's own personal desires to grow and grow, melding with the memories of dreams she'd witnesses over centuries spent living in the realm of dreams themselves! Now it wasn't particularly uncommon to hear a whispered tail of mare quite resembling Luna herself frequenting the social gatherings so frequent to modern Equestrian society, mingling with those that enjoyed the less refined things in life. Though if the rumors were true, that was only true of the nights she didn't spend within the arms of her sister dearest. It seems a millenia apart had brought the two far closer than anyone could expect...[/collapse]

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Upon her return, Luna wasn't exactly the mare of her former glory. The mare could have been called average in all senses, from height, to body's curves and twists. Really, there seemed to be quite little special about her, sans the fact that she possessed both a horn and wings. The only real trait that denoted her royal lineage! However, she didn't stay that way. It seems that her time spent in exile has slowly sapped away the immortal alicorn's form and once she was capable of bathing in the light of the moon once more on a nightly basis, her body had shifted to show a return to the glory she once held.

Ten years later and the mare now typically resembled her full former glory! While certainly not as tall as her sibling, Luna towered over your average mare or stallion. Nearly two and a half meters in height the princess was a sight to behold if one were to ever catch a glimpse of her entirely bare. Form was filled out beyond anything reasonably obtainable by your average pony, with swell of bust that hung gently against chest. Larger even than her sister, in that one particular regard and capped by two deep blue caps that matched some of the darker colours present in that auroral expanse of mane. Mare was similarly endowed when it came to hips, swelling outwards in motherly nature. Something truly appropriate for one that was frequently thought of to be the mother of the night itself! Thighs were equally thick, giving the mare an overall build that was delightfully curvy exactly where one might happen to desire it![/collapse]