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Dark. Cold. Lonely.

For Luna, the waters were a grim reminder of her time spent in exile as Nightmare Moon. A prisoner in her own body, far from home. Back then she had failed to suppress her jealousy and became a demon of her own creation.

Now she had failed to suppress her pride and created a wholly new demon.

Drifting below the cold waves of the eastern oceans beyond Equestria's coast, the alicorn of the night watched the faint sun's rays twinkle through the surface in glistening beams. As she bobbed, holding her breath and pondering, Luna wondered what she had done wrong. What had landed her in this embarrassing predicament?

Then glancing down at the singed royal bum-bum, she remembered with a deep and profound sense of loathing.

Luna flew backwards. It was not a flight of her own accord, the stars flashing in her vision and the crunch of her body slamming into a rock with enough force to split it in two punctuating that fact. She was fairly sure she felt the whole island wobble, but at the same time wondered if that was just the blow she'd been dealt wreaking havoc with her inner ear.

The alicorn looked up in time to see a fist flying her way. She tucked and rolled to one side, folding her wings protectively over her head as she went. The scaly fist slammed into the rock tearing out a chunk, displaying an impressive fortitude and strength. But Luna had some fortitude and strength of her own.

Landing on her hooves, she whipped around, a fresh glow of magic engulfing her horn. Her eyes went white with the sheer amount of eldritch power pulsing through her veins, and Luna unloaded a whip of crackling energy. The whip slashed through rock and foliage like a hot wire through butter and slammed into her opponent's chest.

The dragon was flung backwards and slammed into a rock just across this clearing where he disappeared momentarily in a ball of flying dust and dirt.

As clods of earth rained down, a red claw reached up and the draconic opponent steadied himself on a fallen tree trunk, knocked over in their earlier scuffles. As the dragon righted himself, Luna sighed and tiredly blew a lock of shimmering mane from her face, a pang of disappointment hitting her like a firebolt to the chest.

Fighting dragons was an epic affair. And far beyond the borders of Equestria on the floating sky-islands of Fausturia, the fabled cradle of all civilisation, such a battle of ancients, dragon versus alicorn on these sacred islands, should have been doubly so.

Unfortunately her draconic opponent wasn't exactly a model to measure dragons by.

The teenage dragon was hardly above the stature of a common lizard. About half Luna's height, the red scaled fire breathing gecko had gangly long limbs, and a bit of pudge to his belly. With his buck teeth and stubby wings that should physically not be able to sustain flight the traditional imagery of an alicorn duking it out with a dragon high above the frothing waves of the ocean below was kind of spoiled.

Luna only avoided the overwhelming urge to just curl up in a melodramatic ball and disappear by taking Celestia's assignment with the utmost seriousness. Her older sister had tasked her with the job of clearing these sacred islands of a draconic squatter, so that was what Luna was going to do. She wasn't in the habit of letting her beloved sister down. Once was bad enough. Luna refused to make it a regular thing.

The dragon inhaled sharply, and Luna knew where this was going. She conjured a shield just in time and the teenage dragon unloaded a gout o flame that splashed across a barrier of light between them. The princess squinted through the searing light and blistering heat, feeling the ends of her fur singe slightly. The air about her became thick and sticky as she struggled to inhale the wavering heat as fire circled her. Grass withered away and smouldered about her hooves as she pressed her magic to hold the deadly heat at bay.

Eventually the fire waned as the dragon coughed, gasping out of breath, and Luna struggled not to do the same as she pulled fresh air into her lungs. She was at the centre of ta fiery devastation. The surrounding foliage was burnt and crispy. And she herself hadn't fared great either.

Luna's fur had darkened beyond the deep blue shade, smeared in sections with black soot and seared in other parts. Even her regal attire glowed red hot where the fire had heated the metal, and there were soft wisps of smoke carrying the stench of burnt hair into the air.

Catching his breath while Luna stood her ground, the teenage dragon lifted his eyes... then sniggered sharply.

Luna frowned at the sudden turn in the hostile dragon's demeanour. "What!?" she demanded, hardly having to resort to her magically amplified traditional royal Canterlot voice.

The dragon snorted, then pointed with one claw, the other clapped over his mouth as if trying to hold the laughter in.

"That ass is scorching hot!" he finally blurted out and then keeled over and rolled with laughter.

Luna pulled a confused face, one eyebrow arching as she considered the dragon for a second. Then the smell of toast drew her gaze backwards. Lifting a wing to check she was shocked to see a few small flames catching across her royal tushy, marring her beautiful cutie-mark.

"Whoa!" She cried out and started slapping out the flames, then turned back to the dragon, her cheeks burning red while she snarled like a furious Timber Wolf.

The dragon's laughter was interrupted by the stampede of approaching hooves and he looked up in time to see the princess charging forward. His turn to cry out, he rolled to his feet and leapt aside, flapping his tiny wings for an ounce more of lift. He avoided another lash of magic conjured from Luna's command over the arcane aether.

Dashing beyond the range of Luna's melee magic, the dragon whipped about and spat out three small fiery missiles. All three darted straight down and burrowed like pyrotechnic moles into the dirt, glassing and cracking the earth with the heat left in their wake. Each missile swerved off into a different direction before making a serpentine path back towards Luna who backed up a few paces.

The first missile sprang from the dirt at her and Luna quickly slapped it aside with her magical whip. The projectile exploded and slapped her in the face with a lick of fire. She scrabbled to douse the embers clinging to her cheek, then shook off the haze of smoke choking her senses. The second came up in similar proximity, and Luna barely had time to react.

Ducking low, she flapped her mighty feathered wings and darted forward. Keeping down she dropped into a power slide, clearing the second fireball narrowly enough that she felt the heat on her haunches.

The prickling pain faded into something else. Something Luna could barely describe and couldn't help shudder with enjoyment at. The warmth reminded her of a time back in the day, something of an accident really. She'd been inspecting the ranks of the Lunar Guard and did an about face to address the senior NCO. She'd been stating her pleasure with how the troops looked when she felt a warmth rushing across her rear, making her tremble with an altogether more carnal pleasure.

In turning she'd accidentally shoved her rear into the face of a wide eyed young stallion. The private, too nervous to fall out just sat stock still, only an inch separating his muzzle from the royal flanks. He couldn't hold his breath though and exhaled, the warmth sending unfamiliar bolts up Luna's spine and nearly making her yelp with surprise.

She'd always wondered what would have happened if she'd leaned back just a little more. Certainly her reputation as the austere princess would be ruined. But she regretted not knowing what sensations she could have felt if she had been bold.

She imagined it might be something like this as the fireball caused the illusionary aura about her tail to flicker and wane a little, burning some of the hairs away before the twinkling constellations re-appeared.

Shaking off the distracting haze clouding her mind, she landed on her hooves and looked about. Her opponent had moved in her brief stimulating interlude and she'd lost track of him.

"That _hot_ass is even better up close!" his voice suddenly said and with wide eyes Luna realised he was standing right behind her.

And with one hand he slapped her right across the butt. The alicorn yelped in an un-princess like manner as she felt a hand shaped imprint burn into her cutie-mark.

Oh, to heck with this! She thought, and Luna resorted to earth-pony battle tactics.

Pitching onto her forehooves, Luna wound up and then uncoiled rapidly, unloading a double hooved buck Applejack would be proud of into the dragon's gut. The teenager gave a loud "oof!" and flew backwards. Several trees in his path splintered before he caught on the roots of an ancient oak that shook from the impact with a comical "twang-g-g-g!"

Observing her handiwork, one dazed and well-bruised dragon ready for hauling back to Canterlot for trial, Luna gave a proud little smile. She couldn't help shake the feeling she had forgotten something however.

The noise of the earth crackling beneath her hooves reminded her as the third burrowing firebolt burst up and exploded - Luna howled as she shot straight up into the air - right across her thermally tenderised tushy.

Still burning from their fiery battle and sore from that cheap shot the teenage dragon had slapped across her cutie-mark, Luna could hardly stand the raw focused agony. Trailing fire and smoke from her rump the alicorn princess galloped one way and then the other. The heat engulfing her ass was overwhelming, and in the thrill of the sensation she forgot to stop-drop-and-roll. Though being an all-powerful alicorn she could have drained the localised area of air using her magic. But that would be altogether far too much logic to utilise in the heat of the moment.

Lifting his head, the teenage dragon spotted Luna circling and chuckled, muttering another cringeworthy 'hot ass' comment to himself.

A moment later Luna threw herself over the edge of the sky-borne island. She dropped past the rocky outcroppings forming the pointed underside of the island and plummeted in total free-fall to the frothing ocean below. The only tangible thoughts in her mind at the moment were something about finding water, and a primal section of her brain reminded her there was plenty of water below. So, she tucked her wings, and streaking fire, dove straight downward.

As she fell though, there was new kind of burning between her hind legs. She was reminded of the incident during troop inspection again and wondered if this was the height of how she could have felt - if she hadn't clopped furiously that night and invited the young stallion up to her chambers for a private 'talk' instead.

She opened her eyes and saw the fast approaching waves before Luna plunged headfirst into the cold ocean. Cold relief washed over her and she shuddered with joy as the flames were instantly doused. Fire was replaced with ice, the contrast sending a whole new tingle through her body she thought she might never enjoy if asked outright.

At the same time the darkness swallowed her, and she gazed up at the glistening surface, stewing in profound self-loathing.

Sometime later she surfaced, and the sodden pony paddled to the sandy beach of a nearby islet. Far above her the ancient Fausturian islands bobbed calmly as a drenched princess, missing her regal barding and the night-sky shimmer gone from her sagging mane dragged herself onto shore.

With a sigh she listened to the waves rush up to lap at her hooves before she looked up and down the beach. She had been lucky not to land in the common razor-reefs around these waters, notorious for wrecking ships of any calibre.

With that in mind, Luna considered the many wrecks, a Smithsonian of sea exploration used by the various nations of the world washed up on the shore and left to rot in the shadow of this ancient place. And it was with a curious grin that Luna eyes the remains of an armoured Equestria warship, then considered her burnt flanks for a moment and finally looked up at the island where the pesky dragon was no doubt limping through his pyrrhic victory dance.

The battle was lost, yes... but the war was far from over.