[Author's Note: Whenever you see this _____ in the story, simply substitute your name. Example: "Hello _____, how are you?" Make sense? I thought 'Anon' was getting pretty boring. Now, please enjoy Under Her Starry Sky!
Sunlight slowly leaks into your room as Celestia raises her sun to signal the start of a new day in Equestria. Currently, you could care less because all this damn light was doing was waking you up from the sweet bliss of dreaming. You always preferred the night to the day anyway. Daytime meant people were awake, people being awake meant they would socialize, and people socializing meant they wanted to bother you to no end. Groaning in discontent, you pull the blankets up to your eyes and turn away from the window to try and block the accursed light from waking you. You fight a losing battle however. Letting out a heavy sigh, you open your sleep-filled eyes and quickly close them again because of the light. Of all the directions they could have built the master bedroom, it was built on the east side... you complain in your mind.
Sleep having fully left you but consciousness not quite arriving, you throw the blankets off haphazardly and rise to a sitting position, sliding your feet into your affectionately named "Lazy Day" slippers. You yawn and stretch your arms, feeling and hearing a few pops in your back while doing so. You rise to your feet and shuffle in a zombie-like state for the stairs down to the kitchen where the holiest of all creations resided: the coffee maker. Glancing at the front door, you notice a small pile of mail has accumulated. Looking at the clock, you notice its 11:48 a.m. Why the hell was the sun waking you up at this hour?! Holy crap, Pinkie really knows how to throw a party... Last night (or was it this morning?) Pinkie had an anniversary party to celebrate the end of your first year in Ponyville and mark the beginning of your second.
Recalling the party made you think back on when you first moved here to Ponyville. You were born in Las Pegasus to your mother, who was a stay-at-home mom and your father, a CEO of a large company. Even with a stay-at-home mom like you had, she always seemed busy once you started going to school. Your dad was always at work or somewhere work related, you were lucky if he made it home for holidays. It was lonely in the big mansion that you called home, with no siblings to speak of and no friends. Often you wondered aimlessly, not paying attention as to where you walked in the mansion or its grounds, just letting your thoughts and imagination fill the void that friends would.
Once you were in 6th grade, your parents transferred you to a different privet school, one with dorms located on-campus. When you learned that you were going to be living at a school and not at home with your parents, as limited as their time there was, you openly refused to go. You weren't about to leave home and your parents behind for some school. Your parents explained that they would visit often, and always on your birthday, but they wanted what was best for you. The school they sent you to was very prestigious with excellent academic courses, but that wasn't the main reason they were sending you: they wanted you to make some friends. But, as it turns out, you just weren't very good at making friends.
You said hi to people and introduced yourself and attended school events like sports games and dances, but it seemed people just didn't have any interest in you. You didn't know why, but it always happened. Well, not always. Your first-ever friend and dorm mate was Octavia Philharmonica, a cello player. You never knew what it was that helped the friendship last between you two, but you were, and are, glad it did. Maybe it was because you two always saw each other, maybe she was like you when it came to socializing.
After graduating from school with honors and among the top of your class, you went to collage to try and get a degree in business like you father. But that idea quickly died for collage just wasn't something you wanted to do. After the first year you dropped out and decided to get a change of scenery. After talking it over with your parents, you decided to move to Ponyville and find a job somewhere in town. Your parents were more than happy to provide you with money to buy you a nice house and a fund to last you at least two years so you wouldn't have to worry about money while you searched for a job.
And that brings you to now, today, the beginning of your second year here and still no job. It's really been a year already... You think as you thumb through your mail. Most of it is bills, and some of it doesn't even belong to you. You didn't mind, this had been a common experience ever since you moved here. You'll admit, you did get mad the first couple times and even went as far as to yell at her after the 5th time. She didn't take it very well, you actually sent her off running and crying back to the mail office. You felt so bad you made your way to the office, managed to take a half-missed slap like a pro, and became friends with the cross-eyed mail girl ever since.
Back to the mail for today... bill... bill... letter from Octavia... magazine subscription... wait, what? You drop all but the letter on the kitchen table and simply stare at it. It was a letter from your longest known friend, one you hadn't had contact with after graduation. As you recall, she went off to a music collage in Canterlot to further her career with her love, her cello and music. You were proud of her skill with her cello, it was like nothing you ever heard before or since. But often you missed her company, she was your first friend, after all. You open the letter slowly, as though something was going to jump out and kill you. You take out the letter, simple white paper folded twice to fit in the envelope. You take a breath and open it.
Dear _____,
How are you doing? It certainly has been a while, hasn't it? I'd like you to know that I have graduated and joined the Royal Orcastra. It's a dream come true! You know how much I always talked about joining them! How about you? How has the job search been in Ponyville? You cringe slightly. I hope it's going well, I know collage wasn't your forte. Have you meet anyone... special? I actually have. She's... interesting. She? That... explains a good deal, actually. Her name is Vinyl Scratch. She's a DJ, of all things. Never thought I would go for someone who likes that scene, did you? After that last sentence... still no. We met after one of one of my performances. We were talking at the bar, one thing lead to another, and we went back to my place to... get to know each other better. Octavia, you sly dog you. I know that may come as a shock, but I really like her. She might be the one. Wow, you're pretty head-over-heels for her, aren't you Tavi? A smile creeps onto your face. Anyway, I'm writing to let you know that I thought we could spend some time together again, and you could meet Vinyl. So, we're coming down to Ponyville!
See you soon, Octavia
That letter was... eye opening, to say the least. While you always had your suspicions, you were never sure if she batted for the home team. Guess you knew now. Getting over your shock, however slight, you were elated that Octavia was coming to visit! It had been... three years since you saw her last. And to be totally honest, you were a little hurt she didn't invite you to her graduation. You decided it best to forgive her for it, it wasn't every day someone graduated from a music collage. And if it was any indication in her letter, it seemed this Vinyl Scratch most likely gave her one hell of a graduation present.
Chuckling at the thought, you went back to the pile o' mail on your table, the rhythmic drips of the coffee maker mixed with its tantalizing scent helping you wake up. Bypassing the two bills and magazine subscription you saw already, you were surprised to find another letter, this one from Twilight. "Do people seriously still use mail?" You ask to no-one in particular. Tearing open the top, you pull out the letter and begin to read out loud to yourself quietly. "Dear _____, I have something important that you and I should discuss. Please meet me at Golden Oaks Library as soon as you can. Sincerely, Twilight Sparkle." Looks like today was going to be full of surprises.
***
After eating breakfast and having some Celestia-given coffee (figuratively, of course), you shower and dress in shorts and a plain tee-shirt. Checking to see that you smelt presentable and deciding that you were, you make your way for the giant oak tree that Twilight called home. You always wondered how the tree had been transformed into a building without it beginning to rot away, but whenever Twilight tried to explain it to you all she did was give you a headache. You weren't dumb by any means, as your grades proudly reflected, but Twilight had a way of sounding like she was explaining what dark matter is when it came to somewhat simple questions. Often you wondered how Spike managed to live with her.
Walking for only a few more minutes, the tree became visible just down the road, standing tall and healthy even in the sweltering summer heat. Wiping the sweat that started to gather on your forehead, you quicken your pace slightly to get to the cool air that Twilight was surely having circulate in the tree through her magic. Another mystery of her home, the tree not only stayed cool in the sizzling summer days but also warm in the frigid winter days as well. You once made the mistake of asking how it was able to perform such incredible temperature control; that headache went away after three days.
Sighing as you reached the front door, you gave three polite knocks and stood back to await the door to open. When it did, it was Spike, not Twilight, that answered the door. "Heya _____, what are you up to?" Spike asked.
"I got a letter from Twilight this morning saying she had something important to talk about..." You say, curious as to why Twilight hadn't answered the door.
"Hmm... oh yeah! Now I remember! She went to your house this morning to talk to you about it but you were sleeping so she had me write a letter and send it to you with my dragon breath!" Spike explained proudly.
"Oh. Well is she sti- wait, you say you sent it with your fire, right?" You ask.
"Yeah, that's how Twilight and Princess Celestia usually communicate." Spike said.
"So if I, say, had a stack of other mail, it would appear on top of that, right?"
"I guess so... I never really thought about it." Spike said, tapping his chin in thought.
"Then how did it end up in the middle...?" You mumble to yourself.
"Huh? You say something?" Spike asked, no longer pondering his ability to send mail with fire.
"Can I come in? It's really hot out here." You say, deciding to let it drop for now.
"Oh yeah! Sorry about that!" Spike said, backing up to let you in.
You enter the library and sigh lightly at the cool breeze that blows past when the door closes. Looking around, you notice the library is clean and organized, a nice change of pace from your last visit. Last time there had been books stacked so high you couldn't see over them and they made a maze of sorts just to get to the room Twilight had been studying in. To say she looked like she spent a week in the Everfree forest with minimal gear and fighting a Changeling horde would make her look prettier than she did that day. Not that she wasn't attractive, far from it, but she had a tendency to block even basic bodily needs when she was dedicated to studying something with that level of concentration.
Speaking of Twilight, where is she?
"Hey Spike, is Twilight still here?" You ask.
"Yeah, I think she's in her room. She's probably reading or something boring like that."
"Okay, thanks." You say as you make your way upstairs.
"Good luck getting her to come out, you know how she gets when she reads."
You gulp slightly at the memory. It was the same day you remembered when you first entered today. You had managed to find Twilight after knocking over several towers of books and nearly causing a shelf to fall on you. When you entered and asked her what she was doing, she hurled the nearest object she could grab at you, and with damn good accuracy. If you hadn't seen her reach for Starswirl the Bearded's Introductory to the Stars and Their Meanings, a several hundred page textbook that was hardback, no less, it would have hit you square in the face. You had been able to duck under it just in time to have it miss. After that, and taking cover behind a table that was overturned, you were able to get her in her right mind.
Mustering your courage, you make the trek up the stairs and walk down the balcony that lead to her room. As you neared her room, you could've sworn that you heard noises coming from it that sounded like moans almost, but you shrugged it off as part of your overly-active imagination. You were just about to knock on her door when you heard what sounded like a muffled shriek. You were about to bust down the door in case she was in trouble, but stopped yourself just before you made contact with the door. Calming down and telling yourself that it's all in your head, you raise your hand to knock once more.
Instead, you place your ear to her door to try and develop a clearer understanding of what was transpiring in her room before barging in. For a few tense moments, you don't hear anything, making you question the noises you heard just a moment ago. You were just about to pull back and knock when you heard, for sure, without a doubt, a muffled yell come from her room, specifically her. Now worried that she was in trouble, you grab the door handle and turn it, slightly surprised that it was unlocked and rush into the room, ready to aid Twilight with whatever was troubling her. You only take a few steps before you are frozen in your tracks, your voice caught in your throat.
There, on her bed, was none other than Twilight, with her head buried in her pillow and hand planted in between her raised hips.
Mortified that you had just walked in on Twilight playing with herself, your mind went blank and your muscles froze. The position she was in wasn't helping, either. She was bent over with her face in her pillow to muffle her moans and yells while her legs were on their knees, sticking her amazing ass high in the air with her very excited nether region glistening in the light. In her right hand was a small vibrator, one she was moving in and out of her with surprising speed. The way she was gave you a marvelous view of everything, from her hand moving back and forth to her legs twitching from pleasure. Despite your embarrassment, you could feel yourself grow hard at the sight.
After an unknown amount of time, Twilight quickens her pace on herself and lets out a long, low moan as her hand becomes drenched in her juices and she then collapses on her bed. I just watched Twilight cum... The thought floats around in your head, reverberating in the currently empty space. After a moment, Twilight raises her head and starts to get cleaned up when her eyes lock onto yours. For a painfully embarrassing eternity, the two of you simply stare at one another, you in embarrassment and fear and Twilight in rage, embarrassment, and afterglow. You open your mouth to try to break the suffocating silence that enveloped the room but close it again when you can't think of anything to say. Another tense moment passes and you think of something to say.
"Twilight, I am so, so, sooooo sor-"
Twilight throws the first thing she can grab at you with deadly aim, hitting you in the nose. You close your eyes both in pain and in an attempt to be respectful and stumble backwards out of her room, slamming the door behind you. You lean back against the door and take a few deep breaths, Spike looking at you like you had just lost your mind.
"She didn't wanna be bothered, huh?"
"You... could say that."
"Oh, you have something on your nose, by the way. Is it hot in there or something? It looks like sweat."
You were about to make a witty joke when what Spike said fully set in, causing you to dash into the bathroom and leaving Spike very, completely, and utterly confused.
***
After cleaning the... fluids... that were on your nose and using enough soap to clean every citizen in a small country, you walk out into the living room and sit on the couch to await Twilights arrival. After several minutes, Twilight comes down the stairs, fully clothed, and with a letter in her hand. You missed the letter however, because her face was red enough to rival the color of the apples that the Apple family grew. She sat down on the couch opposite you and looked everywhere but you, her face somehow growing redder. You do the same as her, your face only slightly red. The awkwardness in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, the images of Twilight flashing in your mind not helping in the least.
Daring a glance at Twilight, you look at her to see that she is staring at you and she quickly looked away when you looked at her. Resuming your deafening silence, you both sit for what feels like hours while you work up the courage to speak. Deciding that it couldn't get any worse, you go for broke.
"Twilight... I'm really, really, really sorry that I... erm..." The words leave you as you return your gaze to Twilight.
"I th-think it would be b-best if we n-never speak of this a-again." Twilight stammered out, still beet-red.
"Speak of what again?"
"Exactly."
Silence washes over the room again as you merely look at one another, not knowing how to go from here. Eventually you notice that Twilight is holding a letter in her lap and decide that it's the way to end this silence. "Who's the, uh, letter from?"
"Oh, it's from P-princess Celestia." Twilight tripped over her words, still embarrassed. "It's, uh... why I wanted to speak with you, actually."
Your eyes widen. "Really? Why?"
"Well, you remember Princess Luna from last Nightmare Night, right?" Twilight asked, face beginning to return to normal.
Last Nightmare Night, the one where none other than the Princess of the Night herself visited the sleepy town of Ponyville to re-acquaint herself with her subjects after her banishment. That was a fun night, despite the slight panic the Princess caused. While you hadn't spoken with her personally, she seemed like a nice girl. Then again, she turned the rubber spiders in the web-toss game into real spiders, ones that didn't like you very much. To this day you were ninety percent sure some of the little bastards still lived in your house. "Yeah, she's the one that caused Nightmare Night to be almost cancelled and was banished to the moon for a thousand years because she tried to bring eternal darkness to Equestria, right? Twice?"
Twilight gave you a difficult look. "Well... yes, that princess."
"Okay, what about her?" You ask.
"Well, in this letter," She gives the letter a small pat, "Princess Celestia told me that Luna is acting very distant and lonely, even after that night. She's really concerned about her and truth be told, so am I." Twilight was wearing a concerned expression.
"That's bad and all, but what does this have to do with me?" You ask, confused as to why she was telling you this.
"Well, it reminded me a lot of how you were when you first came here. She's trying to make friends and she isn't having too much luck, so I was wondering if you would be interested in having dinner with her." Twilight explains with a happy tone and confident smile.
You simply look at her. "Hold on, can you repeat that? It almost sounded like you want me to-"
"Go on a date with Luna!" Twilight claps her hands together.
"...What." You say rather than ask.
Twilight looks at you with slight confusion. "Is there something wrong?"
Deep breath, calm down, don't freak out. "Well, this is all really sudden, I mean, when would we even have our... date?" You ask, the word feeling like poison for some reason.
"... Tonight?" Twilight offers with a sheepish smile.
... Maaaaaaybe it's a good time to freak out after all. "WHAT?!?!"
"Okay, I should have asked you what you thought about it before I set you two up, but Celestia is really worried about Luna! I thought that since you don't have anyone special in your life and you are trying to make more friends that maybe you would be up to it!" Twilight explained quickly, her voice edging to Panic Twilight.
You take a few breaths, count to five in your head, and open your eyes. "Twilight..." How to put this gently...? "I... appreciate that you thought of me... but this is kind of a big deal. I mean, Princess Luna?? She is a friggen princess! A really hot princess!" What did I just say? "But be that as it may, this is... I mean... holy crap Twi!"
"I know, this is a lot to take in! But please! Can you do this?" Twilight asked, putting on puppy-dog eyes.
"Puppy eyes aren't going to work this time." You cross your arms for emphasis.
"Do it for you. Do it for Luna." The puppy eyes remained.
"Well... still, no." You say. The eyes, man. The fucking adorable eyes.
Twilight changed her expression to a serious one. "Do it because you owe me one."
"Owe you one?? For what?!" Is she talking about...
"Because you owe me a new vibrator." Twilight deadpanned you.
"Ugh... fine." You say in defeat.
Twilight wore a happy smile once more. "Awesome! Meet her at Sugercube Corner at 6:30 sharp!"
You give a small sigh, say goodbye to Twilight and Spike, and make your way home. I have a date with Princess Luna... Maybe it wouldn't be totally awkward...
And you could certainly do worse.
***
Somehow, the next 4 hours rushed by you. You went home, tried to alleviate some stress with videogames, Minecraft to be precise, and when it was around 5 o' clock, started getting ready. You remembered Twilight didn't tell you how formal it was going to be, but because it was Princess Luna, you decided to play it safe and shoot for formal. You wore navy blue slacks with a midnight belt and a dark grey button-up shirt with a tie that resembled the night sky. You hoped she would enjoy the tie part, seeing as to how her hair sparkled with little stars. At least, that's what it looked like.
And then you waited.
And waited.
And waited.
The last hour seemed to defy the laws of time and slow down to an old turtle shuffle. You sat at the foot of your bed, every bad scenario playing out in your head. It was tortuous, it was maddening. All of the little things that could go wrong did go wrong in your head, each scenario worse than the last. In the back of your mind you knew everything was probably going to be fine and that this anxiety was all in your head. This voice started becoming louder when the scenarios ended with Luna banishing you to the moon and raping you. Where in the holy heavens that came from, you didn't know and prayed that it wouldn't happen. It would make for one hell of a story, though.
Eyeing the clock for what felt like the millionth time, it read 6:17. Might as well get a move-on... You think. Even though some of the worst thoughts you ever had in your entire life were in that hour, you wished you had it back. You grab your wallet, plenty of cash for dinner, and your key. You exit your house and make the walk to Sugercube Corner. You're thankful the eatery is only a short walk away for the afternoon sun was hot... very hot indeed. One thing you learned of Ponyville, and loved, was the summers. Yes, they were hotter than holy hell, but they were some of the most beautiful days you have ever seen. But the nights... they were breathtaking.
The heat beginning to get to you, you were more than happy when the giant sweet house appeared around a corner. You walk faster to escape the horrible heat. A smile graces your face as you open the door and feel the cool breeze blow past you. The nice breeze is replaced by curly pink hair and a face with a smile impossibly big for it. "Hey _____! Ready for your daaaaaate?!" Pinkie asked in her childish way that only she could.
"Twi told ya, huh?" You ask with a slight smile.
"No! My hair itched and then my left foot spasmed and a cupcake exploded, but that could have been the new frosting I'm using!"
"... Exploding cupcakes?" You ask, worry in your voice.
"Don't worry, I'm still working on the recipe, so we aren't serving them yet!"
Oh thank Celestia. "Alright, so where's my- erm, our table?"
"Right this way!" Pinkie begins to bounce (literally) off.
After a short walk, you find yourself in a somewhat distant corner booth, a romantic setting if a giant gingerbread house could be romantic. You slid into the seat and glance at your watch: 6:21. She should be here soon. Butterflies begin to roam about your stomach at the thought of what was to come. You wondered, for the first time, actually, what dating a princess would be like. Assuming this date went well enough to move onto a second date, what would it be like? Would paparazzi crowd you all the time? Would you have to visit the castle a lot? What would people think of Luna?
These questions floated around in your mind like a swarm of bees, they were not angry, however. Nervous, but not angry. You look at your watch again, 6:28. How did time go so fast? You look around to make sure she hadn't arrived yet. Looking at the other tables and booths you could see revealed that she wasn't here yet. But the time was quickly approaching. Any minute now she would enter through the very door you did. Wow, that sounded like a fanboy moment. You hope you don't get star-struck (no pun intended) when you started having dinner with her. That would make things awkward and practically guarantee that there would be no second date. Looking at your watch, it reads the fateful 6:30. And then you raise your head when you hear the soft chime of the bell hung above the door when it opens and you finally see her.
The first thing you notice is how she seems much shorter then when you saw her on Nightmare Night. She also didn't seem quite... well, royal. She seemed to follow the formal theme as well, thankfully, she wore a dress that cascaded down her left leg to her ankle while ending at mid-thigh on her right leg. Her dress had a single strap that was roughly an inch thick that was on her right shoulder, giving the dress a nice balance. Her dress seemed to be a darker version of her hair, millions of tiny sparkles glinting as she moved. Speaking of, her hair was let down to flow in the mystical, tantalizing way it did, the tiny stars shining bright in the restaurant. She was also missing her tiara, a shame too, she was cute in it, in your mind. What was catching your eye most was her skin; aside from being next to flawless, it was very pale, almost paper white. The contrast between her dress and skin was surprising. As she walked to the counter to see Pinkie about your table, she didn't carry herself as royalty should, but much like you did; lonely, depressed, and overall miserable. That's not to say she didn't have an air of authority about her, far from it. The feel of respect she demanded almost blotted out the way she walked.
When she arrived at the counter, Pinkie gave her her Pinkie greeting and showed her to the table you currently sat in. Once she noticed that table was the one she was going to sit in, her eyes locked with yours. Even though your gaze was one with hers for only a moment, it expressed many things. In her teal eyes lay a loneliness that haunted your eyes, a need for touch that was from anyone, even as little as a hand to hold in your own, and in a much smaller amount, hope that the other would be ready to find someone to smile at, to hold in their arms, to wake up to, to be able to say, "I love you" after all the lonely years. But the royal authority was there as well, trying in vain to cover up everything that glowed behind those eyes. Sitting down across from you, she keeps her face neutral, the feelings in her eyes save the authority leaving, making her rather intimidating. Pinkie places two menus down and states that she will be back soon to take your orders.
With one last grin, she leaves you and Luna alone to begin your date.
For several moments, the two of you simply look at one another. Luna almost glares at you while you feel uneasy in your seat under her authoritive gaze. Nervously, you are the first to look away, hoping that if you gaze off she will attempt to break the silence. You notice Twilight enter and begin to talk with Pinkie in a hushed voice. What is she doing here? Curious, you were about to rise when Luna speaks.
"Good evening." She says in her normal voice and not the Royal Voice, thank Celestia.
Wow, she has a pretty voice. "H-hello." You kick yourself for stuttering. Mentally, of course.
"How are you doing tonight?" The way she talks seems almost forced, like she doesn't know how to hold small talk with another person. Then again, after a thousand-year banishment, she probably doesn't.
"I'm, uh, I'm fine. How are you?" Damnit, stop fucking up!
"I am well." She states flatly.
Damn, that was cold enough to freeze water. "That's... good." You hesitate slightly.
"Are you nervous?" She asks, slight worry leaking into her voice.
I'm on a date with Princess mother fucking Luna, what do you think? Oh dear Celestia, she can't read thoughts, can she?!?! "Yeah, a little."
She raises an eyebrow.
Fuck me. Not like that! If you can hear me, that is. Speak, idiot! "Okay, maybe a bit more than a little." You begin to feel a blush grow on your cheeks.
"I am a little nervous myself." She says, her face still void of emotion. Thank Celestia you weren't playing poker. She could have a high card when you had a royal flush and you would still fold. Maybe it was because you were bad at poker, either way, this is best left reviewed another time.
You let out a nervous chuckle. "Really? I thought you would be cool like a cucumber." What the fuck did I just say?!?!
Luna lets out a small giggle, "What saying is that? I fear I have not heard it before."
Her giggle is fucking adorable. "It's something my mom would say... whenever I saw her." You start off happy and then remember your mom, ending sad.
"Did something happen to your mother?" Luna asks, showing compassion, if only slightly, and curiosity.
"No, nothing's happened to her. It's just, when I was a kid, my dad and my mom always seemed to have something to do that didn't need me." You explain, sounding slightly depressed.
"Oh, I'm sorry if I reminded you of a painful memory." Luna said softly, showing some remorse.
"Don't worry about it, I'm fine." you say, perking back up and putting on a smile.
Luna smiles as well, for the first time that night and hopefully not the last. "Oh, good."
Now a new silence settles around you, the kind when two old friends meeting for the first time in ages have when they don't know what to say. Remembering you haven't so much as opened the menu, you do so and browse the meals. Peeking around your menu, you see Luna has done the same. Going back to the list of food, mostly goodies that were best saved for desert, you settle on the chicken parmesan with risotto. Italian, always a good choice of meal. Pinkie comes bouncing up right as you put the menu down, notepad and pen in hand.
"Are you two ready to order?" She asks, seemingly more bubbly then usual.
"I'll have the chicken parmesan with risotto and angle hair." You say, stomach rumbling just from the thought of it.
"I will have the summer fruit salad with caramel dipping sauce." Luna says, her menu down as well.
"Ooohhh! That's my favorite! I'll be back with your food soon!" Pinkie finishes her writing and bounds off for the kitchen.
Luna has a slightly confused look. "Is that dish truly her favorite of all of these?" She asks.
You chuckle lightly, "With Pinkie Pie? Everything is her favorite."
"How could that be? Do people not have but one favorite?" Luna asks, her old way of talking coming off as rather adorable to you.
"No, people often only have one favorite of something, but Pinkie is the kind of person that loves everything and everyone. It's impossible to not be her friend, she is one of the kindest, most compassionate people I know. All she wants to do is make people smile and throw some of the best parties anyone has ever had. I bet she jumped at the opportunity to help out with our date." You say, unable to keep a smile off your face.
"Hmm. I have not met anyone that wants to make everyone happy. It must be quite exhausting." Luna says, a thoughtful gaze on her face.
"Actually, you have met her. She was the chicken last Nightmare Night. Do you remember?"
Luna thought for a moment, "Ah, yes, now I remember her. All she did was run and scream whenever I attempted to become friends with her. It was rather unpleasant..." she has a sad undertone at the last sentence.
"Why? I thought Twilight taught you how to enjoy people when they were looking for a good scare?" You ask, worried at the sudden turn of things.
"How can you have friends when all they want is 'a good scare'?" Luna asked sadly, not looking at you.
Crap, turn this around bro. "Yeah, I know what it's like to want friends but not find them."
Luna perked up a bit, "Really? I thought that you had many friends such as my sister’s student, Twilight Sparkle?"
"I don't have that many friends, but she is one of them. I actually didn't have any friends until I was 13 and meet Octavia Philaharmonica. Even then, I still didn't get more friends until I moved here last year." You explain.
"The only friends I have made since my return are Twilight Sparkle and her friends." You feel bad for her but she keeps talking before you can say anything. "And you, if you are willing to be so." She says with a genuine smile.
You return her smile. "I would love to be your friend." You reach out and place a hand on hers.
You both turn in confusion when you hear a squeeing noise in the near-empty room. You see Twilight notice your gaze and turn quickly away like she hadn't been looking your direction. You smile slightly before turning back to Luna, your hand still on hers.
"What was that noise?" She asks you in confusion, noticing your hand for the first time and blushing slightly.
"I'm sure it was Pinkie cooking our food." You say. Who owes who one now, Twilight?
"Ah, I see." She then turns her hand over and grips yours softly, her skin feeling like velvet on yours, her touch electrifying your nerves in the greatest possible way. Unable to help the blush on your face, you smile at her and notice a small blush form on her as she smiles back.
Then Pinkie comes bounding out the door, a plate one hand and a bowl in another to you, ruining the moment and causing you two to retract your hands. As you do, your hand feels naked without hers. You ponder just how a hand can feel naked before Pinkie arrives and places the plate in front of you and the bowl in front of Luna. "Enjoy your meals! I'll be back to check on you shortly!" And with that, she's out of sight.
Not wasting a moment, both you and Luna dug into your meals, keeping light conversation as you eat. To say the chicken parmesan was the best you ever had would be a massive understatement. Everything about your meal was perfect, from the chicken being white all the way through to the pasta being perfectly al dante. Luna expressed how her salad was sublime, all of the fruits being sweet and ripe as though they had been picked just before the salad was made. You joked when you asked if it was better than what the castle served and were completely surprised when Luna enthusiastically said that it was. You both shared a laugh at that.
Once you meals had been completed, you both resumed your idle talk, you even manage to get a few more laughs out of her. As the conversation went on, you noticed it was getting easier and easier to talk to her. It was nice, not having to feel like she was royalty, but a friend. And with the way you felt when you held her hand, maybe she could become more. You thought back to Octavia’s letter; she had sex with Vinyl the night they meet, maybe you felt that connection with Luna. You could only pray that Luna felt that same connection. Pinkie arrives once more, breaking you out of your thoughts. "Would either of you care for dessert tonight?" Pinkie asks, gathering your dishes as she did.
I've always wondered what that would be like... "Can we get a vanilla milkshake?"
"Two milkshakes coming right up!" Pinkie has another giant grin.
"No Pinkie; a milkshake." You correct her with a smile.
She catches your meaning this time around and her grin only grows, somehow. "Sure thing!"
As she walks to the kitchen, Luna gives you a confused look. "Only one? Why one when there are two of us?"
You blush slightly. "Well, I was hoping that we could share it." You say with a shy smile.
Her eyes widen slightly and she smiles shyly like you. "Y-yes. That would be nice."
She's so cute when she's flustered. Your smile grows and you reach your hand for hers again. She grabs your hand and gives it a slight squeeze. You feel your face grow hotter and see that she blushes more as well. You look at her amazing teal eyes once more, losing yourself in them while she does the same in yours. Despite her royal status, you saw a lot of yourself in her eyes. More importantly, you saw a lonely girl that just wants a friend, one that you were happy to be. You contemplate leaning in to kiss her when Pinkie comes out of the kitchen with one milkshake, the shiny red cherry sitting atop a mound of whipped cream.
She sets it down an even space from the two of you, hands Luna then you a straw. "Hope you guys like it!" And then it's back to the kitchen. You and Luna each free your straws from their paper confines and plunge them into the frozen dairy treat. You both look at one another and start giggling like children.
"I never thought that I would be doing this!" Luna says through the giggles.
"To be honest, neither did I!" You say. "Shall we?"
Luna grabs your hand once more, sending excited tingles up your arm. "Of course." She gives you a beautiful smile.
You both lean in to your straws and begin to drink the tasty drink, both of you blushing madly. You smile at her and she smiles back, your heart beating a little faster. You find yourself staring into her eyes while you drink, feeling like a lovesick teenager with the way you're acting. Soon enough the sound of an empty glass flows into your straws. You release your straw and notice that the cherry still remained. You pick it out of the glass and offer it to Luna, "Do you want it?"
Luna gives a smile, "Yes, I would love it." You hand her the cherry and she takes it, dangles it above her head and then drops it, the cherry landing in her mouth, stem and all. You raise an eyebrow and she gives you a look that says, "Just wait a minute" while her jaw works this way and that. After a moment she puts out her tongue out where the stem rests, now in a perfect knot. You stare at it in wonder and disbelief.
"Where did you learn to do that?!" You ask in excitment.
"A thousand years is a long time, I had to find something to do." She gives you a smirk.
You chuckle, "I guess you would." You were glad that her banishment could be joked about, not something that only brought her pain.
Pinkie approaches once again, "All finished?"
"Yup, it was awesome Pinkie." You say and recline in your chair.
"It was fantastic Miss Pie." Luna says with a content smile.
"Please, call me Pinkie! And thank you both! Everything's on the house!" And with that, she gathers your dish before either of you have a chance to object and scampers off to the kitchen.
"Well... care to walk me home?" You ask Luna.
She laughs, "I thought the man was supposed to walk the woman home." she says with a playful smile.
You shrug, "Well, you live quite a ways away. I thought my place would be a shorter walk, one to escape the dreadful heat outside." you say, equally playful.
She giggles again, "Very well, let's go."
You rise from your seat and offer Luna your hand, which she takes as she stands from her seat and holds on to. Together you make your way for the front door, on your way you see Twilight out of the corner of your eye, a happy smile on her face. You send her a quick wink and mouth, "Thank you" without Luna noticing and make your way out into the crisp night air. "It's night already?" You ask, looking at the endless view of the clear night sky.
"Indeed, we spent a good amount of time together." Luna says. "But I am not surprised, I control the moon, after all." She adds with a smirk.
"Right..." You feel silly.
Luna simply giggles. She has the cutest giggle.
For the few moments it takes to arrive to your home, you walk in silence, enjoying the beautiful night. The sky seems to never end, the hundreds of stars shining brightly in the clear night. The air is cool against your skin, cold enough to be pleasant but also warm to keep it from freezing. As you walk, Luna snuggles up to your side, holding your hand a little tighter. You smile and lean your head on top of hers. She wasn't too much shorter then you, only about half a heads difference. You liked it that way, tall girls weren't really a trait you liked. You weren't even sure why you liked shorter girls, maybe it was a power thing. Who knows.
Finally you reach your house, a slight sadness creeping into you. You stop, "Well, here we are." Both you and Luna simply look up at it, it was just like any other two-story house. Eventually you bolster your bravado and ask the ultimate question, one that every man hopes is a yes at the end of the night, "Care to come inside?"
Luna gives you a smile, "Sure."
Fuck yeah. "Right this way."
You walk to your door, unlock it with your key, and open the door, flicking on a few lights as you enter. Luna walks past you but you stop her before she can walk too far. "Can you take your shoes off? Clean carpets and all that."
She pauses to remove her shoes and socks before she notices your laptop. She walks quickly for it, pausing only once she has sat down and placed it in her lap. "Am I allowed on?" She asks.
Long as you don't stumble upon my hidden files. "Yeah, go ahead."
She gives a quick, "Thank you!" before turning on the device while you make your way for the stairs. Once you reach them you hear a squeeing noise and turn around surprised that it came from Luna. Walking over to her, you look over her shoulder to see that she started playing Minecraft. "So, you're a gamer Luna?" You ask, pleasantly surprised.
"Yes! Uh, I mean, yes, I enjoy playing videogames every now and again." Luna says calmly.
"Heh, feel free to start a new world." You say before returning to the stairs. You head up to your bedroom where you toss your wallet on the nightstand and take your removed shoes back to their spot in the closet as well as your socks. make your way back downstairs and place your key in one of the kitchen drawers. Once you close the drawer, the ominous sound of a Creeper sounds followed by an explosion and some choice words from Luna. "Did you hug a Creeper, Luna?" You ask as you walk into the living room and plop down next to her.
"Agh, I hate those damn things!" Luna throws her hands up and lets them rest on either side of her, one hand landing in yours. You take it and turn your head to face her while she does the same. You look at each other for a moment before you both move forward at the same time and your lips connect, fireworks going off in your head while you kiss her. She moves a hand up to your cheek and holds it while you kiss her, you putting your hands around her waist and moving her closer to you. After an incredible eternity you separate, both of you panting slightly. You slowly open your eyes and focus them on hers.
"A Creeper is a hell of a way to have a first kiss."
"There are stranger ways."
"You're right. Also, you are a fantastic kisser."
"You aren't too bad yourself."
"Do you-"
"Want to do it again?"
"Yes please."
And you lean in again, your lips connecting with hers with more passion behind it, your lips dancing faster over hers. She uses one of her hands to levitate your laptop to a coffee table and then you bring her even closer. She climbs into your lap and puts both her hands on your face, caressing it in the need for touch, for intimacy, for want. You place your left hand on her waist while your right holds the back of her head. You feel her tongue brush your lips, pleading for entrance. Who are you to deny the Princess of the Night such a simple request? You open your lips, her tongue darting past them and exploring about you while you wrestle her tongue with yours. She moans into you, boosting your drive to show her how passionate you can be and press the fight to her mouth. Shortly after, she separates from you.
"It's been so long since I could do that." She breathes.
"It's been a while for me, too." You respond just over a whisper.
Luna scrunches up her face, a thought crossing her mind by the looks of it.
"Luna, what're you thinking?" You ask, curious.
"Well... I was wondering if... you would like to make love with me?"
"What was that? I couldn't hear you." You ask, leaning closer to hear her.
She clears her throat, "If you are okay with it, I w-was wondering if you... would like to... make love with me...?"
Ready and willing. "Yes, I would like to make love with you. But... why did you ask?" You ask, curious despite the thoughts your other head is thinking.
"It's been a thousand years since my last romance... I miss it terribly. And now that I'm with you... I really want to know what it's like again. I need you." Luna has the look of loneliness in her eyes, they shimmer softly with the beginning of tears. But deep within them, a bright flame of passion burned, no, of lust burned, waiting, needing to spread and engulf you in its warmth.
The most appropriate response you can think of is to wipe a tear that fell and give her a long kiss. She almost melts into it, kissing you back tenderly for the time being. After a while you separate, "Well... here I am." You smile at her.
She smiles back, "Thank you."
You reconnect with the same fire as your second kiss, Luna wasting no time in urging her tongue into you. Luna’s hands move from your face to your tie, beginning to undo it and tossing it aside. Then her hands glide over your shirt, fumbling with the buttons while you search for and locate the zipper at the back of her dress. You unzip her while she finishes with the last button, both of you freeing your hands to discard of the pesky clothing. Luna stands up to let her dress slide to the floor, leaving her clad in only her midnight black bra and panties. You run your eyes over her, drinking in her image while she gives you a sexy smirk. As she climbs back onto you, a thought crosses your mind; this isn't going to make it to your bed. A shame too, it's a really nice bed. But the couch is good too.
She disconnects from the kiss and slowly moves down on you, her head inching to your waist and never breaking eye contact. She does break eye contact to begin undoing your pants, however. Not that you mind, you liked where this was headed, pun intended. After a moment, she has the fastening undone and begins to slide your pants down, your member aching for freedom and pressing against your boxers. Luna tosses away your pants and then drags your final article of clothing off, your soldier giving her a happy salute.
She looks into your eyes again, the fire bright and raging behind them. She gives a lick from base to top, ending with a flick of her tongue that sends shivers up your spine. You let out an involuntary grunt from the feeling, a smile on Luna when you do. She repeats her last lick, drawing another grunt from you. She licks slowly from base to top, much like one would a melting popsicle, ending by putting her lips around your head. That causes you to moan Luna’s name softly and place a hand on her head. You aren't doing anything to her yet, simply caressing her head while she gives light sucks and moves her tongue in slow circles.
She moves another inch down, her tongue still doing its methodic circles around you. You place your other hand on her head, and like before, leave it there. Her sucks alternate between shallow and short to long drags with eyes that could melt a heart of stone. Grunts and moans escape you every few moments, Luna's movements pushing you to the edge rather quickly. In a surprise maneuver, Luna dives down on you, engulfing the whole of your dick and causing a gasp/moan hybrid from you. She slowly pulls back to your tip, giving a drawn-out suck while she does so. You twitch inside her, ecstasy only seconds away.
Luna goes back down, repeating her last motion only much faster. The all-too-familiar pressure builds in your groin and it is gonna be a hell of a release. You straighten your wild thoughts only long enough to formulate what you should say to alert Luna, something along these lines, "Luna, I am about to orgasm."
"Gah... fuck, Luna... c-cumming!" Is what you say instead.
Luna has only enough time to stop, remove you from her mouth. and give a simple, "Hmm?" before the first spurt fires and splatters on her now-surprised face, right across her nose and left cheek. She opens her mouth in shock, the second volley landing non-to-gracefully both in her mouth and on her other cheek. The final burst lands somewhat pathetically on her chin, the thick liquid slowly dripping down and onto her breasts. Once you come down from your high, you focus your gaze on Luna and her jizz-covered face and one thought flies through your head; That is fucking hot.
Luna, seeming to know what you were thinking, swallows the amount that landed in her mouth, catches what little dripped down onto her breasts with her index, and gives it a long suck accompanied with a seductive stare. Once she finishes that, she runs her tongue around her lips to snag any cum that accumulated there as well. As she finishes gather any other semen that was on her, you begin to harden again. Spent to ready in 15 seconds, that's gotta be a record. You think as Luna cleans you off as well, making your excitement grow faster. Once she is finished, she crawls up to you, the same insane seductive stare on you.
"You have quite the canon, _____." She says and gives you a small kiss.
"Thanks. You're... incredible... Luna." You say between her kisses.
She holds either side of your face and gives a deep kiss, her tongue inviting itself in and twirling about with yours. You taste a slight bitter and salty taste, your taste to be precise, and while it's a... different experience, you don't dare stop kissing her back. Kissing her, despite the odd aftertaste, was far too enjoyable to think about stopping. She has different plans, for she pulls back, "I hope you are ready for my turn. I became very wet from tasting you..." she whispers to you as she slowly inches her waist up to your face.
You scoot down a little too where she is on her knees on the couch and you are only inches away from her flower. She was not lying either; in the light you can make out a damp spot on her panties where she was more than ready for some attention. You slide your hands under the lace fabric, your hands feeling her ass while you do so. You massage it for a moment before you pull the undergarment down, drawing a moan from her. Now her entrance is revealed to you, a small tuft of dark blue hair just above it. The same sparkles shine here as well, rather cutely you think. Her nether lips glisten while you admire her snatch, other words felt to formal for the occasion.
Luna places her hands on your head and looks down at you while you look up, "Come now..." She nudges you foreword, "You wouldn't want to keep your princess waiting, now would you?" she asks in a playful, seductive tone and a half-lidded smile.
You smile up at her, "Of course not... your highness."
"Good boy..." Another nudge.
Placing your hands on her amazing ass once more, you give a long lick from bottom to top, a content sigh sounding from Luna. You lick the same way again, and again, and again before Luna starts giving small whimpers and presses her hips to you slightly, pleading for more than some teasing. You place only a little of your tongue into her and move it up and down slowly. Luna presses on your head, causing more of you to enter her and a small moan to escape. Deciding she had had enough teasing, you stick the rest of your tongue in and inexpertly move it around, hoping that you were doing it right. While this would not be your first time with a girl, it would be your first time doing this for a girl. Before now, this would have grossed you out if a girl asked you to do this to her, but for Luna, it felt different. You didn't know how to explain it, but you didn't mind eating her out.
Luna, despite the moans you were causing, knew from your sporadic movements that this was new to you, or that you hadn't done it in a while. "Is this your-mmm-first ti-agh-me?" Luna asks you.
You pull back from her with a blush, "Y-yeah..."
"Well then, girls like it when you do certain moves. Don't do any one move too long, change what you are doing every few seconds. Listen to her, her moans will tell you what she likes most. Moving your tongue randomly doesn't feel too good. Also, a girl’s clitoris is very sensitive and feels very good when licked or sucked." Luna explains to you.
"I see. Is that how you like it?" You ask, half joking.
"No, it is what I have learned from experience." She replies nonchalantly.
You pause while moving back to her entrance and look up at her. "You've been with a chick before?"
Luna looked at you like one would a child that asked an obvious question. "Of course I have. I have been with four others at one time before. I am the Goddess of the Night and all that happens under my starry sky." She responds simply.
Maybe Twilight would be up to a three-way sometime... You think, staring up at Luna with a look of surprise. She nudges you again and you snap out of your stupor and press your tongue past her again, this time moving it in slow circles all around her walls.
"Mmm... m-much better..." Luna manages to say.
You smile inwardly at her complement. You take your tongue and move it up and down in a line, pushing in and pulling out every other time. Luna moans again, but not with as much vigor as last time. Guess that's not as good... You push your tongue as far as you can and suck lightly. Luna starts with a gasp but it turns into a long, low moan. That's more like it. You continue doing this, Luna’s moans getting louder by the second. She begins to buck her hips slightly and press you into her more. You continue to massage her ass and then remove your mouth from her flower and find her swollen clit. You wrap your lips around the small bump and give it a suck.
Luna doesn't make a sound. You look up in worry and see Luna has the same fire dancing behind her teal eyes while she looks down. "Don't you fucking stop."
That's all the motive you need. You find her love button again and give her another suck, Luna’s moans almost feral. You feel her remove a hand, her right if you had to guess you were a little preoccupied at the moment, and you remove a hand from her rear and slide your index finger into her. She lets out a yell of pleasure at the act and moves her hips back and forth on impulse, her remaining hand forcing you into her crotch. The small tuft of her pubic hair tickles at your nose. It's a little odd at first, but you get used to it after a moment. Pleasing Luna is what mattered most right now.
During your tongue work, you feel something land on your head. Continuing to move your index around in her, you pull back and use your remaining free hand to grab the offending object atop your head: a midnight black bra. Looking at it for a moment, you look back up to see Luna kneading her right boob with her right hand, as you guessed earlier, her eyes closed tight in pleasure. Her breasts are large, a D cup at the least. The way she squeezes and massages them tantalize you, the small ripples in her mounds drawing your attention, enough to make you stop your fingers movements. She stops and looks down at you, panting from the pleasure. "W-why did you stop?"
"Oh, uh... s-sorry." You return your attention to Luna’s lower lips, they glisten with both your saliva and her juices. You remove your finger and use your tongue once more, putting your finger to work on her quivering clit. She lets out another shriek of pleasure as you do, you can feel her walls contract rapidly around your tongue; she's close. Deciding to give her the same mind-blowing orgasm she gave you, you focus your attention solely on her clit, your finger, however, moving in and out of her as fast as you could move it, much like how you had found Twilight. Stop that, focus on Luna.
Luna lets out a primal scream, she moves her hand back down to youhead and presses you into her while also moveing her hips forword. Haveing nowhere else to go, her juices flow into your mouth, and damn was there a lot. She screams your name while she cums, her juices proving to much and begin to flow past your restrained head. After a moment, she lets go of you and slide back down, her breasts cleaning your face as they slide past you. It's a little surprising, both of you had a small sheen of sweat on your bodies. Luna stops right when her head is level with yours, her breathes heavy and eyes half lidded from exaustion.
You wrap your arms around her, holding her as she comes back down to earth. Eventually, her eyes focus on yours. "Thank you..." She mumbles.
You chuckle, "For what? It's only fair that I return the favor."
She smiles and gives a tired giggle, "Yes... but I'm thanking you for more than just that."
"More? I didn't even pay for dinner." You say playfully.
"No, you did not." She giggles, "But you've done something that no amount of money could ever get me."
"What?"
She gives you a soft kiss, "Someone to love."
The words shoot through you like lightning, wonderful, glorious lightning that warms your heart.
"So you're saying..." You start hopeful.
"That I love you." Luna says softly.
"... I love you, too."
You kiss her with gentle passion, this kiss feeling better than any of the others you have shared with Luna yet. Happy warmth blazes throughout you, the feel of Luna's skin on yours the greatest you have ever felt. You seprete again and you just look at her, and her at you.
"Do you want to finish what we started?" You ask.
Luna gives you a sly smile. "Yes."
You continue to hold her as you go down on the couch, angeling yourself so that Luna lie on top of you. You watch as she leans back, raising her hips so that they sit right above your member, her flower looking warm and inviting. She looks at you and you look back and nod. She nods as well and lowers herself, gasping slightly as you enter her. Her hips meet yours, all of her increadible warmth and walls clinging to you. Luna gives a satisfied sigh when she stops moving down. She wiggles around, getting used to having you inside of her. It feels like a strange tickle, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through you.
Slowly she moves up, her walls holding on to you the entire way. Both of you moan slightly as she reaches your tip and moves back down. Once she finishes, she repeats, slowly getting faster after each repitition. She puts her hands on your stomach to steady herself as she goes faster while you begin to move in time with her movements with thrusts of your own. She starts to pant slightly, giving a moan every now and again. You put your hands on her waist, feeling a slight sheen of sweat on her skin. Her pants grow louder, the time between them shortning. At this point you pant as well. As she rides you, her full brests give little bounces, mesmerizing you with the way they move. You reach a hand up and grab one, softly kneeding it. Luna gives a surprised gasp that melts into a moan.
Luna looks down at you while she takes your legnth again and again, "Want to... be on-agh... top?" You simply nod and without missing a beat, you and Luna twist, landing her on her back on the cushions while you pause only long enough to reposition and continue. Luna moves her hands to her breasts now, leaving yours to hold her waist once more. She lets out little yells of pleasure while you move at the tempo she set, her boobs sending small ripples at your thrusts and her hands. She closes her eyes from the mind-numbing sensations. You can feel her walls begin to clentch and release; she's getting close.
Her yells elevate into shrieks as you go faster. "Ahh! _____... I'm close!" She says between shrieks. A slight slip in your knee changes your equipments course into her, somehow giving it direct acess to her G-spot. She shouts out with primal joy at the feelings now pounding through her. "Yes! Right there!" You feel her twitch eraticly around you, her toes curl inward, her kneeding stops at a firm grasp. She goes silent for a moment before letting out a long, loud moan as her juices surge forward and onto yor still-moving member. That display was enough to send you over the edge as you feel pressure build and release deep within her, both your love fluids mixing in a small puddle on the couch. In the back of your mind, you know that's going to be a bitch of a stain to remove, but you could just flip the cushion until it's cleaned.
Both of your energy spent, you fall onto her softly, loud breaths coming from both of you as you attempt to regain your composure. Luna is the first to remember how to talk. "Earlier tonight... you wondered if I... could read thoughts." You were about to confirm that when what she said fully set in.
... Well, shit.
Luna giggled, "Shit, indeed. Your thoughts are... interesting."
Your face turns red and you grin sheepishly at her.
Then you hear the front door open.
"_____! Are you still awake? We just ari-" Octavia and a girl with hair two tones of blue that you assume is Vinyl Scratch walk in and stare at you and Luna. You stare back likewise. A thick, awkward silence settles down in the room, your and Luna's cheeks turning a bright red as well as Octavia's. Vinyl is the first to recover.
"And you thought the train conducter walking in on us was awkward."
Alternate Ending: Four's a Party
[Trigger warning: Mild futa elements in this chapter. Male/Female or Shemale/Female only. Enjoy!]
Silence.
Thick, awkward, immortal silence permeated the air in your home. To say the silence was suffocating would imply that strangling someone let them breathe. You and Luna simply stared at the two newcomers while Octavia tried to look everywhere but the couch. The look on Vinyl's face, however, showed she liked what she saw. Maybe a little too much. This silence lasted for so long, you didn't know exactly how long, only that you knew that Octavia would never, ever, ever let you live this down. This must be what Twilight felt like... You ponder in your head.
Why would Twilight feel this? Sounds in your head, oddly the same as Luna's voice.
Shit, I forgot you could do that... wait, Luna, what are you doing in my head?! Nevermind. Maybe it's best I explain later. You think.
In addition to reading thought, I am able to project my own to others. What do we do about our... current situation? Luna's thought sounds unsure.
You stop yourself just short of thinking something. Well... You start.
Well, what?
I was thinking... kinda... that maybe you might be up for... round two? With our, um... guests? If you hadn't already been blushing, boy, would you be now.
Luna breaks her gaze from the newly arrived couple to look at you. Are you asking what I think you are asking?
... Yes. You reply simply.
Luna seems to play around with the thought in her own mind, making you wish you could read minds as well. On second thought, seeing as to how this is Ponyville, that might be a bad thing. Either way, Luna is at least thinking about it. You mentally hold your breath while still only quietly breathing aloud. Finally, Luna sends a thought to your head.
I suppose I would... if these two are. Luna gives you a small smile.
Alright. Who's gonna ask? You think.
It's your idea. Luna thinks.
Fair enough. Here we go... Your thought is uncertain. This could go all kinds of bad.
"Hey Octavia..." You start, losing your nerve as you say it.
The cellist continues to look everywhere but you, "Um... h-hello. Its b-been a while." Octavia makes the briefest of eye contacts with you before her face only turns even redder. Somehow.
"Yeah, it’s good to see you." Are you seriously doing this right now, of all times?
"Indeed..." Octavia's eyes rest on you and Luna and simply lay there.
The silence returns, yet another tally mark. After a moment, Luna nudges you and you remember the question you asked her. "So, Octavia, I have a... preposition for you." You say.
"Y-yes?" Her eyes move from the soon-to-be stain to yours.
"Would you and... Vinyl, right?" She nods, "Would you two... care to join us?" As the words leave your mouth, you stop your hand from moving to try and take them back, as though it would have done something.
Octavia's jaw drops.
Vinyl shrugs, "Sure."
Now your jaw drops.
Octavia turns to Vinyl with her shocked expression, "Are you serious?!"
Vinyl shrugged again, "Why not? When's the last time you got offered to sleep with Princess Luna? This is an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Octavia simply looked dumbfounded at her. A little bit later, she started mulling the idea over in her head. "Well... I suppose you have a point..." Octavia admitted.
"Damn straight I'm right. Skirt, lose it." Vinyl said as she started assaulting Octavia's lips with hers. While she had Octavia caught off-guard, she guided her to the couch where you currently lay and then, without the slightest hint of grace, fell on top of you and Luna. You and Luna let out an "Oof!" as the weight of two more bodies is piled on top of yours.
"Y'know... I have... a nice bed..." You half wheeze out while Vinyl and Octavia make out on top of your back. This would be so much better if they weren't on you.
Vinyl disconnects, as you can tell by hearing her voice. "Yeah, a bed's probably a good idea."
You and Luna gasp down air when the two climb down from you. You rise, your soldier still saluting, the little bastard. From force of habit, you move to cover yourself, but Luna stops you before you can.
Now, now, we are about to make love with these two lovely women. There is no need for modesty here. Luna playfully scolds you, in your mind.
You enjoy doing that, don't you?
Luna simply smiles.
Reluctantly, you remove your hand (Luna held your other one) and leave your equipment on full display to your life-long friend and her girlfriend.
Vinyl whistles, "Nice. Boy, are you in for a treat, Tavi."
Octavia stares at it. "So that's what it looks like, after all these years..." More staring.
You clear your throat, moving their eyes up to yours. "Well, if you’re done admiring my dick, I believe there is a bed that needs some sex happening in it." And with that, you turn and head for your bedroom, Luna in tow. As you walk, you can hear Vinyl and Octavia talking.
"Really? This is the first time you've seen his dick?" Vinyl asked.
"Can we stop calling it that? Anyway, yes, this is the first time I've seen... it. Private schools aren’t like those anime you watch." Octavia mumbles.
"Really? Now I'm not bummed that I didn't go to one." Vinyl says happily.
Octavia sighs, "How do I love you?"
"The universe has a funny way of working, my dear. I love you too." A kiss sounds behind you.
You smile at Luna as you open your door. It does, doesn’t it?
Yes it does. Luna gives you a quick kiss.
"Hey now, save some for us!" Vinyl says behind you.
"Well, ladies first." You say as you motion for Luna to lie down. Luna does and there stand Octavia and Vinyl.
"Want our clothes off before or after we join in on the bed?" Vinyl asks. She seemed to read Octavia's mind, so she shot a hand down under her skirt and soon a moan instead of protest escapes her lips, making her face red. Again.
"Whatever, I guess. We'll wait for you two." You say as you jump next to Luna, making her full breasts jiggle. Nice.
Once again, before Octavia can try to worm her way out of this again, Vinyl fluidly slides her dark grey skirt, revealing the end of her matching button-up blouse and, oddly enough, panties looking exactly like Luna's. Another flawless movement and off came said blouse, buttons and all, leaving only the navy blue bra and red face cheeks. Vinyl presses her lips to Octavia's, but a soft, reassuring kiss rather than a rough let's-have-sex kiss. Slowly, Octavia gives into the kiss, lowering her hands to relax at her sides rather than try to cover herself. Vinyl stops, pulls back, smiles, and in two seconds flat, removes her bra and panties.
For the first time in your entire friendship, Octavia lie bare in front of you. Her skin is pale, though not nearly as pale as Luna's. Her breasts are a good-sized C cup, you would guess. Enough to give a handful with a little excess, a theory you planned to test. Her flower, aside from the slight glimmer it gave, was void of hair, little more than small lips between her slender legs. Her hair atop her head, however, seemed to have grown since you last saw her; it flowed like water down her back, ending roughly at her backside. Sadly, though, you could not see her backside. Oh well, that'll change soon enough.
Vinyl decided to take the time you were ogling Octavia to undress. She had surprisingly small boobs, a large B, maybe double B at the most. This accented her toned figure, however. She had more muscle definition than most women did, you guessed she worked for the image she had. Her electric blue hair was wild and stood up much like your member was at the time. You could see her ass, and there was one word to describe it: Damn. Oh yes, she worked for her image.
Right, enough admiring; there was sex to be had.
"Care to join us?" You ask with a small smirk. Octavia's face simply turns red (damn, it's doing that a lot. Is that healthy?) and Vinyl playfully drags her to the bed. Once arriving at the side, she tosses Octavia forward, and quite comically, trips and lands over your and Luna's legs, her face painfully close to your dick. Painfully, because it wasn't around it, merely near it. She once again stares at it, unsure of what to do. You can only assume that this is her first time one, being with a guy and two, giving a blowjob.
"Right, you can catch up with your friend Tavi. I want to see just what the Princess of the Night can do...” Vinyl purrs, crawling up to Luna's face from her feet and engaging with making out with her. It took a fair amount of willpower to not punch her for doing that.
Have fun with your friend. Luna sends to you.
Gee, thanks. You think dryly.
Less thinking, more sexing. You see tongue flash between their lips.
Remind me to talk about this once we're done. Oh, if you weren't having a four-way with Vinyl...
Done with your little "talk", you turn to face Octavia who has put herself in much the same position as Vinyl. You look into her lavender eyes and see one prominent feeling: fear. "Look, Octy, if you aren't okay with this, you don't have too..." You say softly, not seeing a really hot musician on you, but your longest friend.
Her eyes find yours and the fear seems to retreat. "No, it's... its okay. I'm just... nervous, I guess." She lets out a nervous chuckle.
"Oh, fuck yes!" Vinyl says, Luna's hand buried in her crotch.
"Is she always that rowdy?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. Jealousy can be a real bitch.
"Yeah..." Octavia confirms.
You turn to face her. She does the same and you both move forward, slowly, time seeming to stop. I'm finally going to do this, after all this time... You think.
Do you always take this long? You can sense the smirk.
Don't you have a DJ to fuck?
"Oh Creator, yes!" Luna says rather loud.
Not cool.
Back to the matter at hand, your lips meet Octavia's. While not the same awesome fireworks display as when you first kissed Luna, it sent sparks flying in your heart. Her lips were soft, hesitant, gentle on yours, yours simply moving over hers. After a moment, she presses harder, moves them faster. Deciding to let this be her show, you keep pace with her as she begins growing bolder. You would as well, but you were already at full mast. You feel her tongue brush your lips, and you open them, her tongue slowly and unsteadily making its way to meet yours. You simply hold her tongue with yours, letting her explore around. Soon enough, her tongue returns to her mouth, inviting yours to follow. You oblige, moving about in her mouth, gently wrestling with hers. All the times you fantasized about this moment as a kid, and here you were.
Octavia pulls away, panting. You do the same, waiting to see what it is she wants to say. "I... I think I'm ready to-"
"FUCK YES!" Vinyl yells, now Luna's face buried in her snatch.
Don't do it, man. You punch her, kiss this dream goodbye. Here, focus on Octavia, she's talking again.
"I think I'm ready to... do it." She says rather quiet.
"Top or bottom?" You ask.
Vinyl cuts in, "For fuck's sake, nail her already!"
You decide to ignore her, more for the sake of crossing this off your bucket list then not wanting to hit her. Because you wanted to do that. Really bad. Holy crap, are you the jealous type!
"Top." Octavia says.
She scoots down a bit, sits up (awesome view of her tits), and raises her hips. Slowly, she lowers them until your head pokes at her nether portal, parting the lips ever so slightly. She takes a deep breath and plunges all the way down, bottoming out on you. She lets out a grunt of pain and closes her eyes tight. When you look down and see a small trickle of blood flowing from her entrance, it hits you; this is her first time with something that large in her. You look back up and see a single tear has started rolling down her cheek. "Octy... is this your first time... uh, like this?" You ask.
She simply nods, eyes still closed. You reach up a hand to wipe the tear away, causing her eyes to open. You give her a reassuring smile, one she returns. Slowly, she begins to move up and down, letting out small grunts more of pain then pleasure. You feel slightly guilty causing her pain like this, but holy mother of Celestia, did she feel amazing! Her walls clung to your shaft, rubbing it all the right ways as she moved up and down on you. You weren't sure how long you were going to last, though it was still a ways off. Soon, Octavia begins moaning in pleasure, a welcome sound to your ears. To your left, Vinyl and Luna had no problem letting the other know just how good it felt. You liked to believe you made Luna moan louder than Vinyl did (You totally did).
Octavia, meanwhile, is getting louder as she moves faster, growing used to the feelings rocketing through her. Taking a moment to look her over, you can't believe that this is still happening and not a dream. Also, her cute little bowtie appears to have survived Vinyl's brutal assault on her clothes; it gives little bounces as she does, much like her breasts. Speaking off, it was time to find out if you were correct on their fullness. Reaching up a hand, you place the full of it in your hand and knead at the soft, perky flesh, Octavia moaning in appreciation. Indeed, your hypothesis was correct, and my oh my was this experiment running smoothly.
Octavia's moans begin growing in volume, her walls begin to twitch around you as she moves, her nails begin to dig into you sides as she holds them. You knead harder, you thrust in time with her, pressure builds in your loins. You are both close to the edge, only a bit longer and you'll both be-
"Cumming!" Vinyl yells in ecstasy.
Well, that.
"Ah! Yes! I... I'm cumming!" Octavia yells.
"Me too." You grunt.
And then with one final thrust, Octavia screams in pleasure while she takes the whole of your dick, her juices flowing on and around it while yours plaster her walls. As you finish, Octavia falls on you and pants heavily from her own orgasm. You pant as well, but not nearly as much as Octy.
"That's... way better... than a tongue." Octavia manages between pants.
"I would... guess so." You respond.
"Alright Tavi, you've had your fun. My turn!" Vinyl says as she lifts Octavia off of you.
You were still hard as a rock, and Vinyl was eyeing your cock hungrily. "Mmm... my turn, indeed." Vinyl purred.
Vinyl slowly crawled her way to your waist and flicked her tongue across your tip as she settled down between your legs, causing your member to twitch. "Oh, you can't wait to get started, can you?" Vinyl asked with a smirk. Before you could respond, Vinyl enveloped your head and gave a long suck, making you moan, surprisingly. It was then Vinyl decided to go right for the kill and bob up and down along your shaft, and you grunt rather loudly.
Are you doing those on purpose?
Karma's a bitch. Another unnecessarily loud grunt.
It was then odd image filled your mind's eye, only odd because of the timing. It was an image of futa Luna relentlessly rutting a female you, also known as one of your sexual fantasies. It all makes sense as Luna's voice sounds in your mind.
Really? You have an... interesting sexual desire. I'll make sure to fulfill it sometime. You glance to your left and Luna simply winks. You glance farther down and see her grow a magical penis, one that pokes at Octavia’s pussy.
Holy shit, that's hot... I do have a problem...
Searing hot pleasure shoots through you and you remember a certain DJ is still sucking down there. With a pop, she removes your equipment from her mouth and climbs slowly up you, "Ready for more?"
You don't recall her sharing all this sexy talk when she was with Luna, but then again, you were focusing on not sending her teeth flying. Being the sexy beast you are, you nod. Real turn-on.
Vinyl grows a sexy smirk and begins making out with you. Her tongue invites itself to your mouth and twirls about, wrestling with your tongue for domance. You were a man, and men do not submit in tongue battles! You struggle against her tongue, and soon the battle turns in your favor. Vinyl is putting up one hell of a fight, however. Sensing defeat is at hand, Vinyl pulls out her master weapon: she lines up her opening with your member and down she goes. You pause in your tongue action, moan into her mouth, and feel her tongue press into your mouth once more. Just as you were about to regain your footing, so to speak, Vinyl begins to bounce up and down, an common sense leaving you as she pounds away.
Clever girl... You think to yourself.
A combination of Luna and Octavia moaning prevents a witty remark from entering your head.
Your eyes find crimson ones and you have a staring conversation as you swap spit and thrust into Vinyl.
"I am not easily defeated. I will win this tongue war." Your eyes say.
"It's adorable to watch you try." Her eyes smirk back.
At this point you’re thrusting in time to Vinyl, your tongues battling for dominance as moans are caught in the combined space of your mouths. You free a hand from her waist and move it to one of her surprisingly firm tits, kneading away at the glorious flesh. Vinyl moans and her tongue relaxes slightly, just the opening you were hoping for. You move your tongue against hers and explore about her mouth while her tongue struggles to evict yours. After a particularly loud moan, Vinyl moves her hips franticly up and down in time with yours, her fingers curl into fists and scratch at your back, and her walls constrict you tighter than before. She separates long enough only to tell you what you already know:
"Fuck! I'm cumming!"
She then reconnects, attempting to have her tongue in your mouth while she orgasmed and therefore be victorious in the battle, but it is a vain attempt as pleasure wracks her body and her juices flow onto your dick. She goes limp after a moment, and you simply thrust into her and orgasm as well, your tongue in her mouth. Victory taste sweet, albeit, slightly like Luna. As you finish, you remove your mouth from Vinyl's and look at her, panting from breathlessness and pleasure. "You are... a worthy adversary."
"You're not too... bad yourself." Vinyl mumbles.
She lazily rolls off of you, landing to your left and wrapping Octavia in a tender embrace. Luna, her crotch futa-free, levitates over to your side and snuggles into you, her head resting atop your chest, rising and falling in time with your breaths. I'm glad I agreed to that. It was fun.
You plant a featherlight kiss on her forehead. Yeah, it was.
Luna's eyes close lightly; her beautiful face the picture definition of one at peace. Her beauty still left you without words, there simply weren't any that could do it justice. Everything about her radiated perfect to you, her sleepy face with its slight smile rising and falling in time with you a sight you know you will never forget as long as you live. You smile yourself, wondering what she thought of-
"I'm not gonna get knocked up, am I?" Vinyl's voice shatters your train of thought.
...Shit. You think. Of all the times to forget you had condoms...
"No, none of us will." Luna says, her eyes still shut. "I cast an infertility spell before we began."
Oh, thank Celestia.
Tia? She did nothing. Once again, you can sense the smirk.
You know what I mean. You smile.
With your luck, you half expected Twilight to walk in any second now.
She never did.
