“Marvelous,” Discord said, as he followed Princess Luna up the grand staircase of the palace.
	“Extraordinary,” he added, as he held open for her the doors to the throne room.  She strode through, regally, and he followed.  The guards jumped at his appearance.  His appearance alone would have been enough to startle a civilian.  He was well over a supernatural eight feet tall.  He wore a dusty old suit that looked like it were from another century, and he hadn’t changed it since.  Strangest of all were the two twisted horns that emerged from his gray, lice-ridden head.  The guards were already jumpy from a number of security issues this morning.  None of them had been alerted to the presence of this creature until they saw him in person, and in the throne room itself.  If he hadn’t been in the company of Princess Luna, whom appeared to be comfortable with his presence, they would have attempted to arrest him on the spot, and died, most strangely, in the process.
	“Simply delightful!,” he followed her up the stairs of her throne.  It was a massive thing that dominated the long, high room.  There were wide pools of water to either side of the red carpet that poured in a series of cascading waterfalls all the way down.  At the top, there was a tall throne, Celestia’s.  Just on the right hand side was a smaller throne, set lower.  This had been meant for Luna.  Celestia had it installed after her return from the moon.  She had never actually bothered to use it.  Luna waved her hand, and this smaller throne tipped over.  It tumbled down the back side of the throne and smashed against the cold, hard marble floor.
	At the top of the stairs, Luna turned around to take in the sight of the throne room from on high.  Then she sat down in her sister’s throne, now her one.  Discord got down on his knees.  Luna hiked up her dress.  “It suits you perfectly,” he said.  In fact it was too big for her.  Her feet barely touched the floor.  She had to stick her arms out nearly horizontally to put them on the armrests.
	“As it should,” Luna smiled.  “It’s mine by all rights.”  Luna spread her knees.  Discord lowered his face down between her milky, soft thighs and began to lick.
	The guards tried not to watch.  Luna caught them stealing glances a couple of times, but decided not to reprimand them.  She liked to make them sweat.  Her hips quivered when Discord’s tongue hit a sweet spot.  She grabbed him by a horn and held on.
	“Well,” she spoke out into the cavernous room, addressing nobody in particular,  “I feel like I should get down to some royal business.  Guard?  Fetch me the seneschal.  Or secretary.  Whatever he’s called these days.”  A single guard turned and disappeared through a door.  He returned a moment later followed by an older, well-dressed if somewhat frumpy gentleman.  He was the top administrator in Celestia’s court.  Luna couldn’t remember his name.
	He glanced up at Luna in her throne before turning his eyes back down to his feet.  He presented himself before her, at the base of the stairs.  “Your highness,” he bowed.  His face was so beet red that Luna thought he might be having a heart attack.  Either because of Discord or for seeing Luna on Celestia’s throne, Luna didn’t know but was amused either way.
	“I feel like it’s time I started doing some ruling,” Luna said.  “So let’s get to business.  What’s the most pressing matter in my kingdom at the moment?”
	The secretary sputtered to a start.  “Er, uh, your majesty.  The most pressing matter before the court at the moment is the on-going supply problems in the war.  I...”
	“Ah,” Luna said.  The secretary hesitated to go on.  He was unsure if her response was an acknowledgement that she was aware of the problem, or if it were a response to the monster between her legs.
	“War materiel has continued to flow by air,” he went on.  “But several cargo ships have remained in port. They’ve been tied up by a number of unusual and complicated...”
	“Yes, I know,” Luna said.
	“You know, your majesty?”
	“I was the one tying them up.  Pulling the strings as it were.”  Discord’s tongue dove deep at the admission, and Luna squealed in delight.
	“Y-you?  Your majesty?” The secretary was confused.
	“You know what?” Luna asked.  “I never thought this war was a very good idea in the first place.  It struck me as so contrived.  Whoever thought it was a good idea?  It’s a waste of resources and the tax payer’s money.  Cancel the shipments.  All of them.  Both by sea and air.”
	“Your majesty,” the secretary protested.  “A modern army is utterly dependent on a working supply train.  Food, ammunition, and fuel are only the tip of the iceberg.  Without constant resupplying, even the most modernized army facing a determined native...”
	“I don’t appreciate your tone, sir,” Luna interrupted him.  “I’m not a fool to be lectured.  I want all supplies to be cut off from the war effort immediately.  That’s an order.”
	There was a pause.  “Yes, your majesty,” the secretary bowed.  “I will inform the Princess at once.  If the troops are to be withdrawn...”
	“No,” Princess Luna said.  Her cold voice seemed to echo through the room.
	“No, your majesty?”
	“No, I want to see how long it takes for her to figure it all out by herself.” Discord chuckled.  Luna went on, “as for the troops, they can wait it out with my sister.  She can rot there.”
	“Your majesty, this is open defiance.”
	“Indeed it is, sir.  It took you long enough to figure that out.  My sister must be even denser than you are.  Oh, I’d like to see her face once she realizes the truth.  Not that I expect her to show up.  She’ll know what’s waiting for her back home.”  The secretary was speechless.  “But I tire of talking about my sister and the war.  What else in Equestria needs my attention?”
	“Your majesty,” the secretary went on.  “There’s been a security breech on the palace grounds this morning.”
	“Ah,” said Luna.  “If you’re talking about the body in the basement, have somebody clean it up and throw it away.”
	“The body, your majesty?”
	“Or do you mean the school teacher?” Luna asked.  “She played no real part in it.  Throw her in prison or do whatever it is you usually do in these matters.”
	“The teacher?” the secretary was confused.  “There was a disruption by one visiting guest, your majesty.  But she’s already been turned over to the Canterlot metropolitan police.  She’s to be charged with disorderly conduct.  I can have her returned if you wish, but she may have already been released on bond.  No, your majesty.  I’m referring to an incident at the front palace gates.  There was an attempt this morning to break through.”
	“What?” Luna asked, suddenly interested.  “Another break-in?  I didn’t know of this.  Have they been stopped?”
	“Yes, your majesty.  They never made it past the gate.  They’re all in custody.  Four of them, minors in fact.  They’re being interviewed by the guards and the secret police at the moment.  We’ve also contact the parents or guardians of most of them, and they’re also being brought in for questioning.  We...”
	“Bring them before me,” Luna commanded.  “I want to see them.”
	“Uh, your majesty,” he said.  “They are minors.”
	“Yes, you said that.  I want to see them.”
	“They’re young children, your majesty,” he gestured towards Discord.
	Luna wasn’t about to let Discord stop.  She reached out with his other hand and grabbed his other horn.  “That’s the second time today,” Luna scolded him, “that I didn’t appreciate the tone of your voice.  If you do it one more time I’ll make sure you regret it.  Now do as I say.”
	“Yes, your majesty,” he bowed.  He snapped his fingers at a guard, who disappeared through another door.  A couple of minutes later the guard returned with a clipboard, which he handed to the secretary, and the four perpetrators who had followed behind him.  Luna had expected teenagers, but they were younger.  A boy, and three girls.  Spike, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo.  Their wrists were tied behind their backs with plastic ties.  The girls had glanced up at Luna, then held their eyes to the floor.  Their round cheeks turned pink.  Spike didn’t turn away.  He stared up at Luna, straight into her eyes, defiant.
	“Well, well,” Luna smiled at the girls.  “I’ve seen you three here before.  You probably don’t remember me, but I was watching the whole time.  Yes, you snuck in that once during the gala, but this time it didn’t go so smoothly, now did it?  Exactly how did you attempt it this time?  I expect it wasn’t the need to find the little girls room?”
	The girls didn’t answer, so the secretary, glancing at the clipboard, spoke for them.  “They attempted to ram the gate, your majesty.  With a car.   The gate only suffered minor damage.  The car was totalled.  It was a 976 EMC Torpedo.  Registered to a one John Breezy, of Ponyville.  He reported to car stolen last night to the police.  Indeed, the ignition had been tampered with.”
	Luna broke out into laughter.  “That was your big plan?” she directed the question at Spike.  “You were going to bust through the gate with a stolen car?  And then what?  Run away with Twilight like you were a knight in shining armor?”
	“What have you done with her?” Spike growled up at Luna, avoiding the question.
	The smile dropped from Luna’s face.  “You’re her little pet, aren’t you?” Luna asked him.  “And you belonged to my sister before her.  But why?  It’s strange.  What was it my sister saw in you?  Surely you’re not just another little boy.”
	“She’s going to stop you!” he yelled at her.
	“Who?” Luna asked, smiling.  “Twilight Sparkle?”
	“She’s done it before.  She’ll do it again.”
	“Yes, well, she’s done it once,” Luna mumbled.  “But I don’t think she’ll be stopping me again.  You don’t think I took that into consideration?  That’s why I had her removed from the scene before I even bothered to deal with my sister.”
	“If you’ve hurt her, then I’ll stop you myself!” Spike shouted.
	“There really is something special about you,” Luna scratched her chin, both amused and curious.  “Well, I suppose it’s just one of my sister’s things I’ll have to ponder.  Guards?  Throw these traitors in the dungeon.  No contact.  No parents.  No lawyers.”
	The secretary couldn’t react before the guards were already leading them away.  “Your majesty!  The dungeons?  They haven’t been used in hundreds of years.  And they’re only children!  I...”  He froze when he saw the way that Luna was staring down at him.
	“That’s the third time you’ve spoken back to me within the last ten minutes.  I told you not to do it, and I told you that you’d regret it.  Perhaps some will have trouble getting used to their new ruler.  Well, you’ll set fine example for the rest.  Guards?”  Two guards, to either side of the secretary, seized him by the arms, just above the elbows.  “I want this man shot.  Today, behind the palace.  And I want everyone to know that this is the price for insubordination.”
	They were leading him away when he started to scream.  He looked up and Luna was screaming too, although not in panic.  Her hips were thrusting upwards, towards the filthy face buried into her cunt.  She was screaming in orgasm.
	Her ass slumped back into the throne once she was done.  She and Discord were alone, except for a few guards, who they both considered irrelevant.
	Discord rested his sloppy chin just below her navel.  “She’s going to be pretty upset once she finds out,” he told Luna.
	“What’s she going to do about it?  Challenge me?”
	“Now that I’d like to see,” he grinned.  “Can I stay and watch?”
	“Here?  No.  Have you forgotten our agreement?”
	“That you don’t mess with me, and I don’t mess with you or Equestria?  Of course not.  I just thought it would be fun.”
	“Well maybe I’ll give you a special invitation,” she told him.  “Maybe.  Until then, get lost.”
	“Fine, fine.  I’m having some fun of my own, you know.  Oh well.  Until we meet again, mon cherie.  Toodle-oo!”  There was a blinding flash of light.  When it faded, Discord was gone.
	Luna remained where she was.  Seated on her throne, legs spread and naked.  Equestria was hers.