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 >You are Nightmare Moon
 >Empress of the Equestrian Empire.
 
 >You are in the Royal Kitchens, alone.
 >It’s well into the time that was formerly mid-day.
 >The castle chefs have all returned to their quarters.
 >You stand over a batch of cookie dough, slowly mixing it to ensure the proper texture.
 >After mixing the batter to the perfect consistency, you carefully place it onto a tray, and then into the already heated oven.
 >After the oven clicks shut, and setting the small timer onto a nearby table, you peek through the thin layer of glass separating you from the soft fire inside.
 >Everything is perfect.
 >Yet you are still nervous.
 >You step back from the oven, before laying down onto the cold marble floor.
 >You gaze at the flames dancing inside the stove, and begin to think.
 >…
 >It’s not often that you have time to yourself like this.
 >Over the past year you’ve had so many meetings to attend, so many rebellions to quell, so many traitors to… dispose of.
 >You’ve barely had time to explore and embrace the things that you- that Luna used to enjoy.
 >You close your eyes, and simply listen to the fire echo of the walls around you.
 >It’s so peaceful.
 >A smile creeps upon your face.
 >You're the Empress of the most powerful nation on the planet, yet you find pleasure in simply baking a batch of cookies.
 >…
 >That’s not entirely true.
 >It’s not simply about baking cookies.
 >It has a meaning much, much more significant than that.
 ———————
 >The smile slips off your face.
 >You remember the why you… why Luna got so good at baking cookies in the first place.
 >…
 >It was centuries ago.
 >More particularly, it was the years directly following Celestia and Luna’s rise to power.
 >They- you were both still young, wide-eyed rulers to a small, growing country.
 >The original castle had only just been completed a few months prior, and you were still getting accustomed to the changes.
 >A small city began to develop in the shadow of the castle, and soon, it became the largest settlement in Equestria.
 >As the first few years slipped by, it became apparent that the Castle was in need of a more formal security force.
 >While no pony ever attempted to intentionally harm the castle, you or your sister, their was the occasional accident.
 >Foals would accidentally kick a ball into the gardens, and trample Celestia’s favorite flowers.
 >Lovers would try and find quite along your favorite paths around the castle.
 >…
 >After a brief discussion, it was decided that you and Celestia would create a formal guard.
 >Both of you interviewed a variety of ponies to become the first Captain of the Guard.
 >Hundreds of strong, able-bodied stallions applied.
 >The interviews dragged on for months, until you and Celestia found a pony that you deemed fitting for the job.
 >…
 >Celestial Shield.
 >…
 >You both agreed that he was the most capable of all the applicants, and so, he received his commission.
 >Both you and Celestia knighted him, as both the first Solar and Lunar Knight.
 >After a few weeks, he was successfully able to expand the guard to several dozen ponies, and under his leadership, they were able to successfully defend the castle from local mischief.
 ———————
 >Secretly however, his ability to serve as a guard was only one reason for his selection.
 >You dare say that you find him… quite attractive.
 >He was a strong stallion, with broad shoulders and strong muscles.
 >As the weeks went by, you began to think about him more and more.
 >After much thought, you came to an… interesting conclusion.
 >Perhaps… perhaps you liked him… a lot.
 >One night, you expressed you feelings to Celestia, who only chuckled, and teased you about your… interest.
 >She said that you didn’t have any experience with stallions, and didn’t know what they liked.
 >…
 >You were upset.
 >Of all ponies, you thought that she would take you seriously.
 >She was your sister after all.
 >That night, you went to bed crying.
 >What did she mean you didn’t know anything about stallions?
 >There isn’t that much to know.
 >They're ponies just like every pony else.
 >And what did she mean that you don’t “know what they like?”
 >They’re ponies!
 >The like what every pony likes!
 >…
 >It bothered you.
 >It wasn’t her words that troubled you so much.
 >Her tone was… condescending.
 >Like she thought your feelings didn’t matter.
 >…
 >You did’t let that stop you though, it only motivated you.
 >You were going to show Celestia that you weren’t some sort of foal.
 >That your feelings mattered…
 ———————
 >Some more time passed.
 >You’ve made it a habit to try and see him at least once a day.
 >He would always report for duty in the morning, just after you lowered the moon.
 >You would perform your duties, and than rush to the gates to meet him as he arrived.
 >He would always smile and say hello, before going to the barracks.
 >It would awaken the butterflies in your stomach.
 >Luckily your coat hid any hint of a blush with ease.
 >It was… unbecoming of a Princess to show such blatant interest.
 >No, you needed to be careful courting this stallion.
 >Surely any word of your interest would send the city into a frenzy.
 >A princess and her guard…
 >…
 >Some time passed.
 >You were no longer able to meet him at the gate.
 >Instead, Celestia tasked you with signing documents during the early morning.
 >While you were definitely excited about any increase in your official government duties, you couldn’t help but feel upset.
 >It was perhaps the highlight of your day; and now it was gone.
 >You tried to have Celestia schedule the document signing period at a later point, or even during the evening during your watch, yet she insisted that it must be done in the morning.
 >Begrudgingly, you abided by this request.
 >You would simply need to meet him during another time.
 >...
 >A few days past until you decided upon an idea.
 >You would invite him to stay for dinner with you and Celestia!
 >It only made sense.
 >You and Celestia should know more about the guards who protect you.
 >And surely he would enjoy dinning with you.
 >And Celestia.
 >He seemed so happy to see you every morning, of course he would enjoy spending time with you!
 >…
 >You remember proposing the idea to Celestia.
 >She was eager to agree with your proposal.
 >She even suggested that the dinners start next week.
 >You were so excited, you could hardly wait.
 >…
 >You should have known….
 ———————
 >The week passed agonizingly slow.
 >The first dinner however, when perfectly.
 >You, and Celestial Shield conversed about the many happening within the city.
 >Celestia seemed to focus her conversation more personal topics.
 >It was very uncouth of her.
 >You doubted that her and Celestial Shield so much as spoke before than, yet their conversation was very personal.
 >A princess should maintain her pose at all times.
 >You reminded yourself to remind Celestia of that.
 >…
 >After a few weeks, and a few more conversations with Celestial Shield, you decided to take a calculated risk.
 >It was definitely a very… overt display of your interest.
 >You planned to make dinner yourself, and than, if everything went to plan, go for a evening walk with him.
 >You wanted to show him your evening sky.
 >You remember spending seemingly countless evenings planning out a stunning new star constellation for him.
 >You spent even more time perfecting a variety of recipes to satisfy almost any taste.
 >You remember calling upon the local winery to use some of their most finely aged bottles.
 >You wanted it to be perfect.
 >…
 >You should have known.
 ———————
 >The evening of the dinner came.
 >You spent the entire afternoon preparing the ingredients.
 >Agonizing over every slice of onion.
 >Focusing on how each carrot was shredded, ensuring they wouldn’t be too thick, or even worse, too thin.
 >Celestia was even surprisingly supportive of your efforts, and recommended which wine would best compliment the meal.
 >Eventually, after hours of preparation, the dinner was almost ready to start.
 >However before you returned to your quarters, you remembered to preheat the oven to make your dessert.
 >Chocolate Chip Cookies.
 >Your favorite.
 >You’ve made a batch nearly every day since you’ve moved into the castle.
 >Your recipe has undergone hundreds of iterations, before reaching it’s final form.
 >You’ve experimented with imported chocolates, different species as egg donors, different types of flower…
 >You’ve never had anyone test them before besides yourself.
 >Until now...
 >...
 >You went to your room, and made sure your regalia was well polished, and that your coat was properly groomed.
 >You applied your favorite perfume before making your way to the dinner.
 >You wanted to look your best for him.
 >…
 >After returning to the Royal Dinning Hall, you and Celestia retrieved Celestial Shield, and escorted him to the table.
 >Celestia even let you sit at the head of the table!
 >She sat directly across from Celestial Shield.
 >You went to retrieve the various courses of the meal, using your magic to levitate the variety of different plates, bowls, and various other items.
 >After placing the food on the table, you took your seat, and began to eat.
 ———————
 >The dinner went well.
 >Celestia pointed out that you made the meal, which seemed to impress Celestial Shield.
 >Him and Celestia chuckled a few times for no clear reason, but the conversation was otherwise very entertaining.
 >After the meal was over Celestia, yourself, and Celestial Shield all casually sipped on the wine, and consumed light cheese.
 >Celestia and Celestial Shield drank more than you did, and Celestia moved to sit next to the guard pony, leaning on him for support.
 >After a while longer, he leaned into her as well, and used his hoof to support her.
 >...
 >They must have been tired from a long day.
 >…
 >Remembering that you still needed to serve dessert, you quickly left, and returned to the kitchen.
 >As you went to place the cookies into the oven, you were shocked to find the oven turned off.
 >You mentally berated yourself for forgetting to turn it on, earlier, even though you could have sworn you did so.
 >This set back forced you to wait twenty long minutes before the cookies could be placed into the oven, and short time before they finished cooking.
 >As you watched the cookies bake, you became increasingly nervous.
 >You didn’t want to keep him waiting too long; he looked tired.
 >Certainly he would have been making his way home soon…
 >…
 >Your worries were interrupted by the timer going off.
 >You quickly removed the tray from the oven, and place the batch of cookies onto a plate.
 >After pouring two glasses of cold milk, you swiftly make your way back to the dining hall.
 >Celestia should have returned to her room, so there was no was no need to pour a third glass.
 >…
 >As you made your way back towards the dinning hall, you became increasingly nervous.
 >Did he enjoy your dinner that you made for him?
 >Would he enjoy the cookies you made?
 >…
 >Would he go on a walk afterwards?
 >You desperately wanted to show him your work with the night sky.
 >So few people ever looked at it.
 >And no one has ever seen you perform your work besides Celestia…
 >…
 >You just hoped that he would find it… impressive.
 ———————
 >You arrived at the Dinning Hall, expecting to see Celestia and Celestial Shield.
 >...
 >It was empty.
 >…
 >It was strange. You don’t remember either him or Celestia mentioning that they would be leaving…
 >You assumed they must have needed to use the restrooms, so you simply at down and waited for them to return.
 >…
 >And waited…
 >…
 >And waited…
 >You looked down at your cookies, which were now beginning to cool of; the gentle steam that radiated from them before was now gone.
 >Deciding that waiting was no longer an option, you decided to see where Celestia went; surely she would know where Celestial Shield went.
 >You pick up the silver plate of cookies and milk, before walking toward Celestia’s room.
 >The walk wasn’t particularly long or interesting, but it felt longer than usual.
 >You took the same route as you always did, yet you felt so… foolish.
 >Like you were missing something.
 >Something obvious…
 >Yet everything was in place.
 >You had your dessert in hoof.
 >You had the route for your eventual evening stroll planned out perfectly.
 >…
 >You’d even remember to find the perfect spot to sit and show him the stars overhead.
 >…
 >Yet something left… off.
 ———————
 >On the way to your sister’s quarters you passed a series of windows, and took the moment to look outside.
 >…
 >The sun was already down.
 >…
 >A streak of panic went down your spine.
 >You were late for your duties!
 >Celestia must have already lowered the sun for the evening.
 >But you wanted to have Celestial Shielf see you raise the moon!
 >It- it was part of the plan!
 >You- you needed to find him: immediately.
 >You walked with a renewed sense of urgency toward Celestia’s room, and within a a few minutes, arrived.
 >However, as you approached, you noticed that the door was open slightly, allowing a few rays of light to escape into the darker room.
 >And you heard noises…
 >Like- like Celestia was rolling around in bed.
 >At least that is the best you could describe it as.
 >…
 >Knowing the Celestia didn’t like uninvited visitors, you decided to gently knock on the door.
 >…
 >No response.
 >But the… moans? Continued.
 >You remember hearing a gentle panting.
 >And a second sent of moans… no- grunts…
 >Like a stallion.
 >Celestial Shield?
 >Confused as to what was happening, you gentling leaned into the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of the apparent commotion.
 >…
 >Celestial Shield was… mounted on Celestia…
 >You should have- Luna should have known better.
 ———————
 >You immediately removed your head from the crack, and stood in the hallway, almost in awe.
 >…
 >You- Luna didn’t understand what was happening.
 >Celestia kept her sheltered.
 >She didn’t understand that Celestia intentionally kept her ignorant of their relationship.
 >That Celestia toyed with Luna’s childish interest and emotions.
 >Even when presented with overwhelming evidence, she didn’t… understand.
 >That was, until she heard what they were saying…
 >…
 >You stood outside, nearly motionless.
 >You gently set down the cookie tray, and simply… listened.
 >As you stood, you began to realize that they weren’t simply… doing something… they were talking…
 >Something told you not to listen… that you should be here anymore… but curiosity prevailed, and you decided to listen.
 >…
 >…
 >”mmm”
 >”ahhh-hhh”
 >”Celestia your soo- so perfect…”
 > “So… tight…”
 >SMACK!!!
 >”Ahhh!!!”
 >…
 >…
 >Concern took hold of you, and you leaned into the doorway again.
 >What if he’s hurting Celestia!?!
 >You need to stop him!
 >You need to-
 >...
 >”Yes!!! Ooo yes Shield!!! Just like- just like that!”
 >...
 >W-What?
 >Why… why does she like it?
 >He’s on top of her!
 >He’s even putting- something in her…
 >…
 >”Yes Shield… make…uhhh... make me your Princess… claim- ahhh- claim me…”
 ———————
 >It- it was confusing. You- you shouldn’t be  have been there...
 >You needed to think about-
 >...
 >”Tell me Shield- who-ahhh- is your favorite princess?”
 >”You are Celestia… you are…”
 >…
 >The words linger in the air.
 >While they continue to do… whatever it is they’re doing, your mind focuses on those words…
 >Celestia is his favorite.
 >Not you.
 >You feel… stupid.
 >Why does he like her over you?
 >You greeted him every day…
 >You even made him dinner…
 >…
 >You lay on the ground outside her room, and continue to listen.
 >Tears gather in your eyes as you start to become almost hysterical.
 >It takes everything in your power to keep quite.
 >It’s just- it’s just that you’ve spent so much time planning this evening, debating every detail… and for what?
 >For Celestia to be his favorite Princess?
 ———————
 >After a few minutes, the noise from inside the room becomes quiet, and eventually, stops entirely.
 >Hoping, begging for it to be over, you peer inside once again.
 >…
 >Their both still on the bed, and visibly panting.
 >Celestial Shield’s body lays on top of your sister, who has her wings spread across nearly the entire bed.
 >After their panting stops, you watch as Celestial Shield slowly stands from on top of Celestia.
 >You notice that he slowly pulls something… large out of your sister.
 >It’s covered in some sort of fluid, which also appears to be leaking out of your sister’s private areas.
 >For some reason, her nether region appears to glisten in the soft candle light, as if coated in some sort of water…
 >But why-
 >…
 >”Did you enjoy your… reward... my Shield?”
 >He chuckles gently, before laying beside your sister.
 >”You were wonderful my love.”
 >He gently nuzzles her chin, an action which she gently returns.
 >Her tail flicks from side to side a few times…
 >”I do know how to treat a stallion right after all… I know what you like don’t I?”
 >He gently caresses her wing with his hoof before responding.
 >”Yes you do Celestia, yes you do…”
 >…
 >You remember the next event in exquisite detail.
 >Celestial Shield slowly leaned in, and placed his snout again Celestia’s ear, which twitched twice in response.
 >”I love you…”
 ———————
 >You didn’t wait for the next events to happen.
 >You immediately stood up, and quickly made your way to your room.
 >You cried for hours.
 >You don’t remember how long exactly; you simply cried until you ran out of tears.
 >He… he loves Celestia.
 >It’s obvious.
 >She told you before that you didn’t know how to make a stallion happy…
 >…
 >She made him happy.
 >Whatever she did there… made him happy.
 >Eventually, the tears stopped.
 >You simply lied in your bed.
 >However, after the tears stopped, you noticed a soft… warm feeling in your private region.
 >Confused, you looked down, and saw that it was wet.
 >Your sheets moist with… whatever it was.
 >Immediately you thought that you might have accidentally relieved yourself, but the scent… didn’t match.
 >Instead, it smelled almost like Celestia’s room.
 >Was… was this what was on Celestia?
 >You touch it, and feel… something rush through your body.
 >…
 >In a mixture of confusion, intrigue, and… something, you touch yourself again.
 >It feels… strange.
 >…
 >You remember Shining Shield put himself into Celestia…
 >…and she said she new what he liked…
 >…
 >Is this what he wanted?
 >Do stallions like… touching this spot…?
 ———————
 >You continued to rub yourself gently, yet you felt something beginning to build.
 >Like it was getting stronger, and urging you to rub yourself even more.
 >Your body felt almost… empty…
 >Like you want something side of you, to fill you with… something…
 >….
 >That is what Celestial Shield did to your sister…
 >He was… he has filling her up…
 >He looked so excited, so strong, so… so…
 >…
 >You stopped.
 >Tears you didn’t know you still had come streaming down your face.
 >You felt humiliated.
 >Here you lay in your bed while your sister made the stallion you… loved… happy.
 >She made him feel happy.
 >She knew how to make a stallion happy; you didn’t.
 >It was a profound sense of uselessness.
 >You spend weeks trying to make him happy, and yet she did it in one night…
 >You even saw it happen with your own eyes.
 >…
 >A unfamiliar feeling began to creep into your mind.
 >You… you -hated- Celestial Shield for not noticing you… for not giving you a chance…
 >And you…. hated your sister… for taking him from you… so carelessly.
 >…
 >And you thought that your cookies would be enough…
 ———————
 >Eventually, sleep overtook Luna.
 >From that day, she never looked at Celestial Shield again.
 >She was too hurt to look at him.
 >It was quite sad really.
 >Such a weak mare…
 >…
 >…
 >…
 >The next day you woke up.
 >The feeling of sadness didn’t go away.
 >You made your way to breakfast slowly, arriving a little later than normal.
 >Celestia was already there.
 >You remember she looked so lively and excited.
 >Like she had gotten the most restful sleep in ages.
 >You, did not.
 >…
 >As you sat down at the table, she called to you.
 >”Luna?”
 >Your ears perked up at her voice.
 “Y- Yes sister?”
 >”Did you try and give me some of your late night snack last night?”
 >Snack? What?
 “Um… I don’t know-“
 >”The cookies and milk you left outside my room? While I do appreciate the gesture, I had to throw them away. There were in the hallway all night. The milk was warm and the cookies were getting stale.”
 “Oh- umm… yeah… I’m sorry…”
 >”It’s fine Luna. Just be more careful next time….”
 >She turns to eat again, and takes a few bites, before looking at one a final time.
 >”And you also forgot to raise the moon! You almost sent the city into a panic last night!”
 >You look down, away from her again.
 “I’m sorry, I won’t forget to raise it again.”
 ———————
 >Years past, and you- and Luna’s self-confidence took just as long to recover.
 >When it did, her sights were set much… much lower.
 >The only other stallion she ever tried to woe was a gardener pony.
 >Eventually, she failed again.
 >He had a wife.
 >From that day onward, she never attempted to win a stallion’s heart again.
 >Even when she did become more… aware of her body… she was too afraid of rejection to explore it.
 >She even viewed herself as unattractive, and in combination with Celestia’s… habits… she was effectively sheltered from society.
 >She even requested the creation of a separate, Lunar Guard, so that she wouldn’t have to Celestial Shield, or any stallions that he might have control over.
 >It was a desperate attempt at protecting herself from her past mistakes.
 >…
 >One day however, you had the chance to take revenge for Celestia's betrayal.
 >A large pack of timberwolves was roaming the Everfree forest, can occasionally attacking the nearby villages, killing ponies and damaging crops.
 >At the time however, Celestia was ill with the flu, and unable to oversee the response, leaving you at the Throne.
 >You called in Celestial Shield and his top officers, and sent them to stop the attacks.
 >They attempted to plead with you that the Guard was not combat ready, and that the regular military should deal with the attacks.
 >You would hear none of it, and sent them on their way.
 >…
 >They never returned.
 >…
 >Needless to say, Celestia was… upset.
 >You said that they volunteered to protect their fellow ponies, and that you tried to reason with them to stop.
 >She agreed, and said that it was in Celestial Shield’s character to do so.
 >You felt… satisfied. She finally knew her what it was like to-
 ———————
 >RING!!!
 >RING!!!
 >RING!!!
 >Your eyes turn to the timer, which has now finished.
 >You look into the oven, and see your cookies have reach completion.
 >You open the oven, and remove the cookies, before placing them on a awaiting plate.
 >You take a few moments to inspect every cookie, making sure the chocolate melted properly, and the cookie is perfectly moist.
 >...
 >After your return you managed to locate the original suppliers to the ingredients used in your recipe from centuries ago.
 >While the ponies have changed, they were all still run by the same family.
 >Unfortunately, they were arrested for attempted rebellion.
 >In a moment of generosity, you had them freed, and returned to their land under the agreement they would provide all their produce to the Palace for pay.
 >Nearly twice what they received before.
 >….
 >You had to ensure you had the best ingredients.
 >...
 >After pouring two glasses of milk, you start to make your way to your chambers.
 >The walk is brief, and uneventful.
 >Eventually, you arrive at the doors to your bedroom.
 >After taking a deep breath to gather yourself, and checking to make sure the cookies are still steaming, you open the door.
 >…
 >Anonymous is lying in bed, reading some military report.
 >”Nightmare, where have you been? I’ve been wondering where you’ve- … …  are those… cookies?”
 >Your eyes divert to the white mare at the foot of the bed, restrained by various wards and magical inhibitors.
 >Your sister, Celestia.
 >She looks up at you, with a clear expression of exhaustion, and resignation, before realizing her mistake of eye contact, and looking at the floor once again.
 >…
 >You smile, before returning you gaze to Anonymous.
 “Yes my Brute, Cookies and Milk.”