Scorpan let go of her hoof and took in his new surroundings. Nightmare Moon had teleported them to the balcony off of her private quarters in the Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters. Standing on a cliff it had a beautiful view, but it was more for practicality; both Princesses needed to see their respective heavenly bodies rise and set so their chambers were set on opposite sides of the castle with then Luna taking the north.
Nightmare opened the door to her bedroom and Scorpan followed her as she lit a fire and plopped onto a cushion in front of it. This was the longest night of the year, Nightmare Moon’s birthday. The party they attended had been fun, but she was downcast as ever and hung her head low. “It’s like this every year. I arrive to the party they throw for me but I barely get a second glance. While my sister, everypony thinks the sun shines out of her plot. Big day time party with cheers, warmth, laughter… love…”
“You are loved Nightmare.”
“By who!? Who loves me? Who loves my night just because it’s beautiful? What have I ever done to wrong them? Can’t some-one just tell me out loud they appreciate me?”
“I love you. All of Samaria loves you. We know your night is a time to relax and enjoy each other’s company. You’re my good friend and have been since we settled here. You and Firefly are the only two who don’t hate the humans of Samaria AND have ambition. I can respect you.”
She sniffled trying to hold back tears. “Is that enough? One friend? One fan? And even if you are, what will I do when you’re gone?”
“You have to answer if one friend is enough. And I’m here now, enjoy my company now, not my absence later.” He took her in a warm friendly hug.
Nightmare Moon was sniffling trying to hold back the river of tears she had kept dammed back for longer than she could remember. But this embrace was just too much; she never wanted to weep on any-one shoulder except her mothers’. But Scorpan was different. He was not her sister, court, one of her subjects or one of thousands she had to be strong for, she could let all her fears, doubts, pain, loneliness, bitterness, everything drip onto his back. His arms down to the finger tips were strong and calming, much like his presence.
Neither kept track how long she sat on her haunches and him on knees like that. She wept everything she had, and felt the weight of the world just melt away. Scorpan pulled back and noticed the menacing look she usually had was gone. She never let anything interfere with her responsibility, nor would she ever let some-one know how hard it was for her. Her muzzle came down and leaned parallel to his face, foreheads touching.
“No-one ever came so far to celebrate my birthday, and you did not hesitate. It’s seems so small but means more to me than…my throne, crown, my moon. Thank you Scorpan.”
She pulled her face up until their nose tips touched. Both pulled back and muttered an apology.
Nightmare asked something she had wondered for a while but was too sensitive for herself to answer if he turned it around. “Scorpan, when did you last have a lover?”
He took a deep breath, “My wife died shortly after we moved here. She was sick and hearing that the colony was infertile was…too much for her.”
“So you have not felt the touch of another for more than a generation?”
“No. I have needed companionship from time to time. There is a woman in town who knows my needs. But we do not love.”
“I understand. The harem has stallions but not a spark of love. It has been a very, very long time.”
Not waiting for her to give another prompt Scorpan lay his palm on her cheek and pulled her into a passionate kiss. It was not like kissing his wife or mistress. Her lips were shaped differently, her mouth was far deeper so he could only touch the tip of her tongue and her canines were longer and more exciting to curl his tongue around. Her breath landed directly in his eyes from her nose.
Seconds later she pulled back panting. She looked frightened but had an unmistakable smile on her face and last in her eyes. Scorpan kept his hand on her face and pulled her in inches from him again. Staring into each other’s eyes she spoke, “You don’t need to tell me how you feel. You told me long ago.”
“You feel the same way Nightmare.”
Her answer was another kiss, her tongue invading his mouth. Despite her initiating it he pushed her until her rump hit the wall and she pulled back again only to start again. His hands moved down her withers to peel of her chest guard and toss it to the floor. His hands sat between her front legs where he mindlessly scratched her. Always having trouble reaching there herself she felt a wave of ecstasy wash over her and heard a moan escape her lips. She purred in pleasure.
Nightmare lifted a hoof and pushed him back, he stumbled and fell face-up onto the bed. With a hop she landed right over him, her hooves inches from his torso. As fit and slender as she might be she was still a big girl and could crush him if she wanted. Smiling she growled and levitated him to the headboard, crawled and lay flat on top of him as her feared she would. Instead of rutting him she wrapped her fore hooves around his torso in an unmistakable cuddle.
Scorpan held her tight realizing she had not had a real lover in years either. She was sitting just where he could kiss her neck and grab her flanks at the same time, which he did with pleasure. Coarse fur made his kisses dull blunt pressure so he tried nipping at her instead; this won his a very pleased response. And her flanks were so firm and taut, how did he never look at her like this before? Squeezing them gave her an excuse to roll her head around and levitate her helmet to the floor with the chest guard.
“Scorpan? Do you dare molest a princess?”
“I dare to molest a goddess. And far more than that.”
Gazing into his eyes again she started rutting her hips against his own, his right hand finding the pit of her wing where he tickled her and started rolling his hips to meet hers.
“You tease.” She looked down at him. “You’re still wearing your clothes aren’t you?”
“You never took them off. Do it Moon Goddess,” authority of a drill sergeant in his voice.
Smiling at his ability to take control she loomed over him again. Her dark blue magic aura light up his belt buckle and pried it apart. Unlike the royal garb he wore in official settings, he now wore a material made of cotton. She would have been impressed to see any-one else in them; cotton was a plant Sumerians brought with them to this land an since had become one of their most valuable commodities. Unbuckling his trouser buttons she tried pulling them down but was stopped by his shoes, then looked up to see his undergarment.
“Just how many layers do you wear? You must be freezing when you are naked.”
“Don’t judge me. Actually you look like you need help with that...”
“No! You’re mine and I’m doing it,” she giggled. Nightmare finished stripping him below his belt and went to pull his sweatshirt and t-shirt underneath with her teeth. “You have so little hair. No wonder you need so many layers.”
“Your turn!” He pushed her aside and onto her back as he climbed onto her belly. He pulled her slippers off and laid them gently by the bed. She pulled the final one from his grip magically and tossed it across the room where it landed in the fireplace.
“It’s my battle armor. Lunar glass. Stronger than steel. You’ll never break them.”
He leaned down and started nipping at her neck again, traveling up to her jaw. Reaching out to stroke her wings he felt their slight oily texture. Running his fingers slowly from their base to tips he felt individual feathers of all shapes and sizes. His other hand gripped and squeezed her other wing, winning another moan from her. “Harder.” She gasped.
Letting go of her feathers he grabbed both of her wings at their middle joint. Her fore hooves wrapped around him and pulled his face closed where she licked her lips at him.
Letting go of her wings he pushed his hands into her shoulders, rotated his hips and maneuvered his member to her Pillars of Immortality. Her eyes light with fire when she felt him enter, she shifted to meet him and her breath shuddered.
“Take me.” She hissed.
Putting his weight directly on her shoulders he lifted himself up to better position himself and stroked into her again. Maintaining eye contact he found a rhythm she responded well to. Be equine, he never bottomed out in her, and she felt loose around him. But she gasped with every revolution and her wings flapped around every now and then.
“Lift your head up,” he told her. She obliged without hesitation and she saw where their genitals meet. He moved upward and started kissing her horn. With what she already felt and saw combined with this new stimulant she careened over the edge flooding his loins. Her cries drove him closer to his own climax.
Pulling most of the way out from her he slowed his motion until a single thrust took several seconds to complete.
“You can’t stop now,” she hissed despite her joy from seconds ago. “Rut me!”
“Oh ho ho ho, I’m going to rut you into next week!” To emphasize his point he dove deeper into her than he ever had before keeping his rhythm slow. Her moans started again and she finally gave control of her body to the hormones that had not been this alive for ages. Reaching up to his neck she kissed his eight o’clock shadow, sucking for blood and leaving his skin wanting more of her tongue.
He chuckled at her lustful touch and picked up his pace. Her canines bit into his neck as she splashed him again. (what mindless stallions had she been with to make her this easy to please? are all mares like this) he thought to himself. He swooped down again for another passionate kiss and her embrace with her fore hooves nearly broke his ribs. Scorpan loved every bit of it.
Bucking her hips up in a new way she rolled him to his side and ultimately on his back again where she mounted him again on her haunches. She moved her hips to match his thrusts and her cries reached loud as ever. She even felt her teats swaying in time with their movements; she could never remember being so aroused to feel them moving like that. Speak of the devil, his fingers had found her teats and started flicking them back and forth, pinching, even twisting them around. Nightmare’s fluids soaked his thighs as she continued to rut him. Her tail swished happily back and forth across his feet. This was a new experience, she felt this way only when she first lay with a stallion; she was just a horny teenager again and cared for nothing beyond the one she shared her bed with.
“N-n-ightmare… You are so beautiful.” He reached up to grip the fur between her front legs again.
His seed let loose and she felt every drop coat inside her. His grip intensified to the point of a delectable pain and seconds later she felt her own high approaching as she shouted his name to the heavens.
** ** **
She awoke to his fingers running through her mane and her hooves wrapped around him again. Her stars were still in the sky so she was not asleep too long. Lifting her head again he spoke. “I thought you passed out. Was that too much for the Great Princess of the Night?”
“Hehe. No it was-“ Her voice was pitched lower than normal and scratchy. “I want more. But for now just sleep with me.” She licked his face and cuddled closer to him. Scorpan continued to stroke her mane and rested his other hand on her back before sleep overtook him too. The last conscious act was his lips moving to mutely utter three little words as her nuzzles told him the same thing.
Author's Note
Constructive critisim is always welcome. It's my first clopfic so no promises on any more, although this couple will appear in another tale I'm working on.
