The Cat and the Moon

Luna turned on a thermal, her wings spread in glorious majesty and her billowing, ethereal mane spreading behind her in a graceful arc through the air.  A darker spot against the night sky yet lit with ten thousand small stars.  The sleepy village of Trottingham winked at her a multitude of lights far below her - pony-made stars.  The cooler night air helped leach away the sticky heat of the summer day as well as other less mentionable heats the Night Princess had found herself coping with.

A thousand years on the moon had not been kind to the Princess.  Locked away in the depths of her own personal nightmare as she was, her body's natural rhythm had sent into a spin and only now - a full two years since her release from the demon that had claimed her body - did she consider herself fully recovered.  For tonight was the first night of the first heat she had felt in a thousand years.  It was both frightening and glorious.  Like a newly marked filly, she was quivering with excitement at her reignited passions and sensations.  For too long had her marehood been barren and dry.  For too long had she yearned for the touch of a stallion - the touch of a mare - a touch of love, of passion, of desire.  For too long had she ached to feel the brush of a feather or snout.  Yet ancient laws forbid it to any mare for simple pleasure.  Tonight, she could throw off the shackles of rulership and just be.

A dip of one wing sent her into a lazy spin towards the streets below.  In times long past, Trottingham was the freest of all pony free-cities.  Where mare and stallion posed on street corners, lifting tail and leg for money or pleasure.  A raucous and freewheeling city of gendarmes and mercenaries, of prostitutes and laughing urchins.  She had toured the city recently and found the clean streets and happy families a joyous sight - but deep within her heart she felt a pain of loss.  So much had changed, so much had lost the glamor of old and the wondrous filth of life.  All was clean, scrubbed free of all unmentionable 'naughtiness' save in cold and clinical books written by mares too dry in their nethers to remember when life was hot and wet, when life was wild and love was free.

Alighting on a low hanging cloud, Luna looked at the straight and well-lit streets below.  Gone were the twisting maze of alleys, the broad streets nearly covered by overhanging buildings, the colorful and tattered pennants that once advertised houses of pleasure and taverns.  In their place - well-cared for yards with almost identical houses, hemmed in by dimly lit storefronts and guard buildings.  Where the city would once heave and groan in the throes of life, now only quiet and sterile blocks of houses stood - filled with mares and stallions that ignored the parts hanging betwixt their legs and trying to blush their ways passed others doing the same.

"A pox on this 'brave new world' sister-mine," Luna huffed as the heat from her marehood throbbed against the frigid surface of the cloud she rested on, "tis filled with mechanical drones that look like ponies but have half the passion of a rabbit."  With a groan, the princess of the night rolled onto her back and splayed her need to the world above.  Her teats stood out in pink contrast to her blue-black coat and her swollen marehood leaked vulgarly into the night air.  She could smell her own musk, her own need, and found herself strangely comforted by it.

"Ah, at least one pony remembers the life of old."  A hoof - bare of all the silly trappings of 'royalty' that had been created while she was gone - slid down her bare belly and towards her soaking wet mons.  She closed her eyes to the twirling stars above as she savored this one act of life high above a city once devoted to such acts - now devoid of them.  The night air brushed her pelt like the kiss of some half-forgotten lover and Luna gasped softly at the sensation.  Every hair seemed electrified, every nerve seemed afire with her lust.  She smiled as her hoof touched the dampness.  Such need, such-

"Hey!"  A rough voice launched Luna out of the semi-fantasy she had begun and sent the night princess squawking upright.  The cloud she had settled on had opened and a tousled eagle head popped out of the interior.  "Some of us are tryin' to sleep, pervert.  Go find your own cloud to rub your muffin on."  The two stared at each other for a moment, Luna's face suddenly aflame with blush and the gryphon scowling freely at her.

"Pardon us, fair gryph.  We did not know this cloud was ... occupied."  Luna averted her gaze, though from shame or anger she could not say.  For her own part, the gryphon stared sleepily at the strange mare in front of her.  The darkness obscured most details despite the full moon above but she was not entirely unseeable to one with the eyes of an eagle.  She almost blended into the background of the sky - dark blue-black against the inky sky - but the small pink splotches of color gave her definition.  Small spots of red beneath a shyly turned face, the pert nipples standing against her blue underbelly ... and of course, the bright pink of her vulva clear to any with eyes to see.

"Heh, you sound like my grandpa."  Luna looked back at the gryphon in slightly affronted shock which grew as the powerful eagle talons hefted an appreciably sized female body up out of the small cloud-cavern dug by skilled talons.  Sleek and muscular with white feathers giving way to the savannah-brown coat of her people and just the barest hint of purple above her eyes.  But there was something amiss.  Her feathers were rough and ill-kempt and her piercing golden eyes held bags beneath them.  Her ribs shone plain in the moonlight and not simply because of exercise.

"What ails thee, good hen?"  Luna spoke with heartfelt concern - which she instantly cursed herself for.  Gryphons were a proud race, a warrior race.  Pity and concern to them were insults at best.  Kindness was to be shunned as a weakness.  Even those raised by ponies were coarse in speech.  Feathers ruffled and Luna tensed in preparation of flight.

"What's with the dork-speak?"  The gryphon's question earned her a blink of confusion.  In days of old, even the slightest provocation would cause a battle - yes, even with the Princesses.  Pride and duty would drive the warrior-gryphs on to a battle they could not win.  Instead, the gryphon settled in nearby with a sigh and Luna's mind scrambled.

"T'was just making conversation, gryphon," she said, a pathetic excuse even to her own ears.

"I wasn't the one shaking the cloud," the gryphon said in turn, ruffling her rough wings in a shrug.  Luna rolled back to her belly, wincing as the cool and moist surface graced her teats and nethers once more.  Silence settled between the two females as each was pulled into their own thoughts.  The gryphon stared down at the town and an empty smile graced her beak as she broke the stillness between the two of them.  "Pretty, isn't it?"

"Wh-uh, the town?"

"Yeah.  My grandpa told me tales of when his dad went here, once."  The gryphon waved a talon over the scene, a hint of sadness entering her voice.  "Said it was the raunchiest place in Equestria.  Said you could make or spend a fortune doing, well, what comes naturally."

"Aye - I mean, yes."  Luna tried to hold back her use of this 'dork-speak' the gryphon mentioned.  Clearing her throat as the 'new Equestrian' replaced her more comfortable tongue, she watched the town in its slumber.  Peaceful, true.  But no longer really alive.  "Yes, it was once so filled with life.  Now, these ponies hide away in shame when the heat comes and fill their dead lives with money while their need builds to a peak.  And then they drown themselves in friends and neighbors.  A black rot in their hearts that tears their families to pieces despite the smiling pictures hung on their walls."

"Heh.  I wouldn't put it that way but ... yeah.  Yeah."  They sat in silence once more as a wave of heat caressed Luna's marehood.  She had just started when the gryphon interrupted her and now she was feeling all the more need because of it.  Luna shuffled her hind legs unconsciously and bit her lip to stifle a moan.  It was as if a pulsating fire had lit itself in her loins and she was quite upset the town below had changed since last she saw it.  In an effort to distract herself, Luna reached one hoof out towards the gryphon suddenly - receiving a jerk back at her sudden movement.

"Lu-eh, Selene."  The lie came relatively easy to her.  For some reason, this gryphon had not yet noticed the horn atop her head nor the twisting of her mane and Luna felt glad in some way this was the case.  For her part, the gryphon chuckled at her own nervousness and grasped Luna's hoof with a talon - shaking once.  Luna felt the warmth of her grip, the strength.  It was ... not unpleasant.

"Gilda."  Loathe to let the silence draw her mind back towards her hidden fortress, Luna tried yet again to get this gryphon to speak with her.  Despite not being a pony, this gryphon was one of her subjects - presumably - and Luna was responsible for her well-being.  The fact that the warmth from the gryphon felt so good surely didn't play into it.  And Luna did not shuffle imperceptibly closer to her.

"Are you well, Gilda?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm ... not.  No.  I'm flat broke, living in a wild cloud I tore from the Everfree and barely scraping by on what bits I had saved."  Gilda lowered her head - though be it in shame or exhaustion Luna couldn't tell.  Carefully, Luna reached a hoof over and placed it atop one of Gilda's talons.  Golden eyes rose to look at her in response.

"I'm sorry.  Have you no one to turn to?"

"Nah.  My family was grandpa but he, well."  Luna nodded sadly.  Gilda sighed and turned her eyes back downward, staring out at the flickering sea of light below them.  "And my so-called friends are either too broke to help or too busy spending time making newer, better friends to give me the time of day."

"I see."  Luna watched the gryphon next to her.  The rise and fall of her barrel as she breathed, the ruffle of her feathers as an errant night breeze licked them, the lithe form that was surely as well-cared for as could be expected.  She felt the heat - the desire - increase as her eyes trailed down the noble arch of her neck and along the span of her back.  The way the tuft of a tail flicked against the cloud.  The white underbelly just barely peeking from underneath the mass of dusty brown.  For a moment, Luna considered heading home - finding some mare or stallion to satisfy her need and being done with it.  To them she was Princess Luna but here, she was ... less.  And more.  "Then perhaps we can do above what once was done below."

"Huh?"  Confusion filled golden eyes turned to her and Luna found her throat dry.  Twin black orbs suspended in a golden sky - a strange reverse of her moon.  The night princess blinked away the heat that rose from her innermost self.

"I'm ... in need and am not above spending some monies to receive attention."  Luna's admission was quick and concise, a simple business transaction to her mind.  But the way the gryphon leapt to her feet reminded her how distant now those days were - and how strange these times were to deny such a simple thing.

"Whoa, whoa!  I-I'm not s-some-" the gryphon stuttered with wide mouth and wider eyes, almost backing off the cloud as she waved a talon at the strangely dark mare sitting next to her.  Luna rose in turn, her height towering over the nervous hen.  Gilda's eyes widened even more as the height of the mare became clear.  How had she not seen the horn atop the mare's head?  How had she missed the mane waving on a breeze she could not feel?  Was she so blind or desperate that she could sit and talk with her so plainly?  An unshod hoof gently tapped a curved gryphon beak - the tap turning into a soft caress of rough skin.  Was she so lonely that she did not shy away at that touch - or worse, did she lean into it slightly?

"Shh, fair gryph.  Tis no shame in payment for what comes natural.  Is that not why you came to this town besides?"

"I - yeah."  A blush lit across Gilda's face at the suggestion - sussed out from the obvious hints from before.  She would have given anything for this opportunity before but now that the time was on her, she felt a lead weight settle into her stomach.  Could she?  Hunger and filth could drive anygryph to desperate measures but was she really willing to go this far?

"Gilda, there is no shame in this.  I have money aplenty but no warmth in my bed.  You have warmth but no monies.  Let us not find a way to satisfy us both - in all ways."  Luna watched closely as Gilda weighed her words.  She was heated with the 'mare's curse,' true - but that did not cause mares to lose their minds as some of the uncursed races thought.  If she was denied, she could find other ways to ease the need.  A small voice in the depths of her mind whined at the thought but Luna silenced it.  She would find other means.

"I ... look, Pr-Selene."  Luna noted the slip but said nothing.  "I, I'm not like other gryphons.  I mean, I love mares as much as the next gryph but don't you need, like, a stallion to do that?  Or at least a male?"  Gilda's confused look made Luna's eyes roll.  Oh stars, that silliness was back.

"Tis a l- I mean, no."  The princess smiled gently at the oddly meek gryphon in from of her.  "That rumor seems to pop up more often then I can shoot it down.  Mares do not need a male's seed to stave off the heat - true it does feel delightful but it is not a necessity."  Luna giggled at the thought.  "If it was, think of how overrun the world would be with foals?"

"Yeah, yeah."  Gilda looked away from those cyan eyes, searching the world in silent echo of her mental search.  She reached one talon up and took hold of Luna's hoof with a sigh.  She was so warm and the night was so cold.  And those pensive golden eyes ...  "Selene.  I, I wouldn't mind but, well, I'd want to ... you know.  Have fun myself."  Luna tilted her head at the gryphon as a fiercer blush replaced the light pink from before.  "I'm, uhm, a little particular."

Luna laughed - not a mocking laugh but one filled with the potential joy of a new discovery.  "Oh Gilda.  I'm older then you can know.  I doubt there are many new steps any could teach me to the danse de l'amour but I am more then willing to find out."

The hotel was quiet.  Trottingham had become a sleepy and provincial town, so caught up in the small goings-on of small little families that few were up this late at night.  Luna appraised the room with a critical eye - faded carpet, stiff beds, and wallpaper hastily repaired in too many places.  The lingering smell of old mildew and harsh cleaning products were barely disguised by a bowl of old and sponging potpourri set out almost as an after thought.  All in all, the room was far cry from the pampered hotels of Canterlot or the penthouse suites designed explicitly for her or her sister.  It was glorious - even here in this dead city, some small stain of life remained.

The sight of the slightly nervous gryphon nearby was just incing on the proverbial cake.  Luna had taken many lovers over her long years.  From steely-nerved stallions bedecked in bronze armor to winsome mares with eyes firmly fixed on the sky.  She had even taken a few gryphons in her time - but never one so clearly nervous as the hen now sitting awkwardly in the middle of the cheap hotel before her.

Gilda rubbed her upper arms and looked at everything except the tall alicorn in front of her.  Had she any lingering doubt as to who it had been atop that cloud just moments before, they were surely washed away at the sight before her.  Her billowing blue mane speckled with stars flowed around her supple neck and her well-groomed coat almost swallowed the dim light from the half-filled bug-lamp.  Long graceful legs swept up in a delicate curve to support a super model physique and a waving tail of nebulae completed the surreal picture.  Lacking adornments or badges of office, the Princess of the Night before her could almost pass for a strangely tall - if immaculately groomed - pony if not for her mane and the long horn crowning her more fully then any cheap metal trinket ever could.  Gilda felt all the more worn and filthy because of the dichotomy and she lowered her head in shame.

"Uh, look, Princess - this was a huge mista-" Gilda was cut off with a muffled squawk as her head was brought forcibly up and a pair of mare lips wrapped around her beak.  A long and sinuous tongue darted into her half-opened mouth and the gryphon found herself wrapped in both arms and wings.  She fought herself to keep from thrashing - it was just such a sudden movement!  Her talons pressed against the warm chest of the mare in front of her while her wings fought a battle of strength against the more powerful wings of the alicorn now clinging to her.  A battle she was almost happy to lose.  Luna broke the kiss with a hum of appreciation.

"Mmm, you taste of life fair gryph."  That long tongue darted out and caressed Gilda's sweat-stained cheek feathers.  Here was life!  Here, right here.  Luna let her hooves stroke down the neck and shoulders of the gryphon, earning a shiver for reward.  Tension in the muscles spoke of unvoiced worry.  "Worry not on what you think you seem to me - you are all the more alive because of what stains life has left then all the nobles of Canterlot for their finery."

Once more Luna bent her neck to a kiss and this time, the thin tongue of the gryphon answered her.  They dueled for a time in that fashion, tasting of each other.  Luna could feel the breath of her chosen hot across her face and she responded in kind.  Nostrils flared, the scent of fear and want began to mix and what few smells the room once held were banished as the two females spread their growing need into the air.  Once more, Luna broke the kiss - this time, however, she began to trail small pecks down the ruffled feathers and across Gilda's neck as she adjusted herself along the gryphon's body.

"Ohhh, Pr-Selene," Luna noted with a smile the return to her false name as Gilda started to near-pant at the sensation, "I, ah!  I said I, oh, I had a strange fe-fetish."

"Speak this 'fetish' to me then Gilda."  Ceasing her decent at the place where feathers met fur, Luna stroked and licked that most sensitive spot.  The gasping and stuttering of the gryphon fanned the fire that nature had kindled in her loins and Luna found herself winking her marehood in a vulgar display of need.  The soft pit-pat of drops striking the stained carpet spoke as much to Luna's need as the musky smell that intermixed with another smell - the spicy one of a gryphon growing needy.

"I, uh, would ... I can't think."  Gilda tried to fend off the assault on her mind with love-weak talons but Luna was too strong for her yet.  Hooves found where her wings joined her body and Gilda gave a throaty groan as they caressed in just the right spot.  She had been so nervous and yet now she was a nerve - a string wound so tight.  She wanted it, wanted it to continue.  "Y-your ass.  Please.  Your ass."

This caused the Princess to pause - just slightly.  As she once more trailed kisses along the gryphon's fur line, the suggestion stirred something inside her.  In her time, such a thing was not to be done.  Period.  It was above and beyond filthy - that this was two females would necessitate using items or ... tongue.  But Luna had seen the state of 'life' that Equestria held.  Sterile.  Mechanical.  There was joy.  There was hope and happiness and laughter.  But the passion had died when the dirt of life had ceased to be.  Like wind-up toys, these ponies trotted about with a carved smile.  Here was something - here was life.

Luna stopped nibbling at the gryphon's neck, causing a bubble of panic to rise in Gilda's chest.  Had she been too forward?  Had she overstepped herself?  Oh sky above, had she offended the Princess - the Princess for sky's sake! - with her filthy habit?  A torrent of squeaked half-apologies leapt from her beak as the face of an amused alicorn slid into view.

"I mean, I didn't mean, it was just, oh please don't bani-MMHPH!"  Gilda found herself cut off for the second time that night as Luna threw herself into a lusty kiss.  The surprised gryphon could only offer slight resistance as Luna's tongue wrestled her own into frank submission.  It was ... nice.  Nice to give up, to give in, to just be without thought.  All too soon, the kiss was broken and Gilda was left panting as her own haunches suddenly sprung to life beneath her.

"Perhaps I was mistaken, fair gryph.  It has been ages since last I learned a new step."  At this, Luna turned and lifted her tail, setting legs wide so that Gilda could better drink in the sight of her.  The Princess had always envied other mares their full haunches.  Even after returning from the moon and hearing of how her lithe form was the more desired, she still secretly wished for her sisters fuller form.  And yet as the gryphon behind her drank in the sight of Luna's raised tail and long legs, she could not help but feel ... sexy as the modern tongue put it.

Gilda was suddenly awash with desire.  Unlike ponies, gryphon bodies did not have a set yearly season.  Instead, their fertility was tied to the moon - a result of their racial birth forgotten but all but three beings.  They were active year round and it was sight and smell that drove their desire.  Here were both - Luna's musky scent of need coupled with a form many mares would kill for.  The Princess's front hooves lowered until her ass was raised well above her head.  A lithe and thin barrel leading to two splayed and straight legs raising from the floor in a slightly curved Gothic arch .. and the two small splotches of pink appearing and disappearing as the Princess flexed her muscles in blatant desire.  Her pelt was slick with want - some even collecting at the large nub of a clit nestled at the base of her pink and blue folds before dripping down to the floor.  Tentatively, Gilda reached out and softly stroked the firm ass being displayed - for her.

AS soon as Gilda's talon touched her flesh, an electric pulse of lust raced through Luna's spine and the Princess bit her lip to stifle a moan.  She wanted - needed this.  She winked hard and a blush crept to her face as a small spray of fluid landed on the already-stained carpet.  Any touch, any stroke, any lick and suckle - she needed it.  The gryphon seemed entranced as she slowly stepped forward and sniffed deeply of her marehood.  Any touch, please.

Gilda closed her eyes as the smell of desire and lust filled her senses.  Musky - it was the only word that could be used to describe it.  Musky and ... with a blush, she shifted her nose upward just slightly and sniffed once more.  A different musk but no less intoxicating.  Both pink holes tightened as her exhale tickled the blue and pink folds in front of her.  Gilda found her mouth slightly dry and worked a bit of moisture onto her tongue.  With her nose planted in the ass before her, she reached a tongue out and stroked the hidden lips of the pony - not Princess, not here, only pony - before her.  A low moan was her reward as well as the salty and musky taste of a mare in desperate need of release.  Her nose inhaling from one pink hole, her tongue stroked a fire deep inside her partner.

Luna moaned as the gryphon slowly and gently tasted of her.  She never kept to any one fold - inner, outer, left or right.  She tasted of Luna's desire from all angles.  The pointed bird-like tongue even tapped and stroked her clit - and each time, Luna could only hiss her approval.  But it was not enough.  It was not enough, she was taking so long!

"Please, Gilda!  Don't tease me, please."  Luna could feel the gryphon chuckle behind her, planting both talons firmly on her ass cheeks and spreading them wide as she continued to do just that.  The way her hot breath passed over lips and puckered hole - Luna bit into a hoof in an attempt to keep her voice from roaring.  This gryphon knew her ways with a mare and despite Luna's initial thought, she kept it centered right where it counted.  A hard stroke against her clit was all it took and Luna let loose a shrieking scream as she topped the first rise.  White hot ecstasy shot into her mind and burned away all but need.  Her hips freed of any overt control, she bucked her ass into her partner's face and nearly shrieked again - the gryphons tongue had moved upwards and was now piercing her in her most dirty of places!  As her pussy muscles pulsated around a phantom stallion, Luna's ass pulsated around a hot and wet tongue wiggling inside her.  It was ... it was like nothing she had ever experienced before and it was so good.

Gilda was in heaven.  As soon as she touched Se-Luna's clit, a gush of fluid answered her and she had just removed her tongue from that hole when a forceful shove married ass to face - and her tongue ended up where she had wanted it all night long.  It was bitter.  It was always bitter but that taste was exactly what the perverse gryphon wanted.  Bitter and musky and so good.  She knew mares, though, and kept her tongue as deep as she could and wiggling until and thrusting had ceased.

"B-by the stars, what is this thing We have missed all these long years past?"  Luna mumbled as her hind legs sagged under the sudden weight of her own body.  The gryphon extracted her face from between Luna's quivering haunches and loudly licked her own lips - which only enhanced Luna's blush.  Had she really just cum that hard to having a tongue in her ass?  Such filth, she depravity, such glorious life.  Her eyes - pinpricks from the mind-shattering orgasm this single gryphon had gifted her - grew wide at the realization.  Life.  Filthy, dirty life.  For all her waxing philosophic about it, she hadn't realized how much she missed the old world till just then.  Dirty hovels filled with laughing mares and stallions.  Short perhaps but so full of life.  "More."

Gilda tilted her head as Luna mumbled a word.  The alicorn had risen to shaky hooves and her madly grinning face had turned to regard a surprisingly nervous gryphon.  No warning was given, no suggestion of what to do - just a sudden leap and a tumble to the floor.  She barely had time to yelp before Luna landed atop her and lips met hers roughly.  It was all she could do to try to push against the mare.  Nopony - nopony - wanted to taste themselves and desired even less that taste.  Yet Luna's mouth moaned into her beak as the alicorn did just that.  It was without a doubt the hottest thing Gilda had ever experienced.  And the slightly chilly hoof finding her nethers and grinding into the swollen flesh with abandon only added to it.

"I need thee, fair gryph.  I need th-thy filth upon mine tongue."  Gilda groaned as Luna worked at the wet and hot cleft where lion legs met tail.  Her pussy, her ass, her dripping wet life.  She no longer cared for anything but these two spaces begging for tongue and hoof.  Sliding along the slit that was more fire then gryphon and prodding at the tight hole as a tail thrashed below.  She needed it, to taste it - to bathe in it.  This wet mons dribbling down to that tighter passage.  She needed it.  With quick hooves and an indignant squawk, Luna twisted the gryphon beneath her and slid along her back until only a thrashing lion's tail barred her from her prize.  And it was no gaoler but a door to deeper things.  A door the lust-mad gryphon was only to happy to open despite being almost pinned to her belly by insistent hooves.

With the flanks of the gryphon pushed roughly apart and the tail lifted, Luna could see everything.  Lean muscles rippled under brown-furred skin and Luna could finally see the attraction to lithe mares.  There was little padding but what padding Gilda had shaped her, emphasized the tone of muscle beneath.  And the dirty white fur - so thoroughly soaked through with desire - Luna licked her lips as her goal displayed itself.  A flushed pink mound of flesh with two small lips splayed open.  The outer lips themselves had a light coating of slick wet fur but the flesh was bare beneath those.  A small nub of an engorged clit uncovered by any hood of skin.  It was smaller than a mare's but that didn't matter.  It was the peak of desire all the same.  But what drew Luna's eyes was the small and tight culus above.  Stained by days of homelessness and hard flight, it was not something Luna would have been drawn to but for the powerful pleasure that could be found there.

Gilda almost wept as she felt the first brush of air against her asshole.  To find a diamond dog that was willing to do this was hard but to feel the first sniff of a mare's nose and to feel the appreciative sigh across her loins - that this was Princess Luna didn't matter.  Here was someone that would, that loved it as much as Gilda herself did.  Another sniff drew out a growl from Gilda's throat.  And then that ton- stars!  A mare's tongue is a gift.  Long and thick, they were as good as many males and hens the world over longed for their touch.  The long and sinuous muscle trailed up from her clit, tasting deeply of Gilda's need before reaching her puckered and flexing asshole.  But it did not stop at just a taste.  With practiced movements, it circled and probed.  There could be no better feeling ... until lips met cheeks and a dirty kiss was given.  That brought a shriek of surprise that quickly morphed into a loud sigh.

Luna ran her tongue once more across the now dampened hole, her eyes half-lidded and nearly unfocussed.  Salty and bitter - but like strong tea or coffee instead of a gut-wrenching sickness she had expected.  A musky taste with the smells and flavors of both holes.  Delightful in a way Luna could never have expected.  Another long lick across both flushed spots caused her partner to rake talons through carpet.  While Luna had experience with females of many races, this particular hole had gone unexplored and she wanted every bit of it she could find.

"Stars Luna, please!  Oh stars, oh stars."  Gilda was awash with sensation.  That tongue - that glorious tongue - drove away everything but its own feeling.  Up from her clit, sending shocks of pure pleasure into her mind and stopping to gently push against her other hole.  Each flick was like agony.  Each ridge a razor's edge.  Each bump a spike.  And yet it was so much more.  Dimly aware of her surroundings, she didn't feel one hoof leave her back to spread her cheeks apart but she felt the one that gently began to rub her clit.  And she certainly felt the tongue as the gentle probing of her asshole turned into a more forceful push.  "OH GODDESS!"

Luna smirked as her tongue forced itself past the ring of Gilda's anus.  She half expected to receive an unwanted gift but there was ... nothing.  The flavor of one overpowered the other but that was all.  With hoof and tongue working in tandem, Luna - Princess of the Night and Co-Ruler of Equestria - ass licked the hen before her to the brink of orgasm and beyond.  The tightness around her tongue intensified by tenfold as a screech tore itself from Gilda and her body thrashed in the throes of pure mind-shocking pleasure.  Luna could feel the wetness on her hoof as vaginal muscles clenched tight against air.  She could taste the bitter-sweetness of her other passage.  She could smell their musks interweaving in the room.  Life/

Moonset found two forms curled up against each other on the floor of a cheap hotel on the outskirts of the 'proper' city of Trottingham.  Luna was the first to awaken as the need to lower the moon overrode any desire to sleep.  Momentary confusion was quickly swept away as the form in her arms snuggled against her chest and murmured in pleasant dreams.

"Gilda, tis time for me to return home."  A gentle stroke against her new lover's side only brought forth a snorted growl and a giggle from Luna's lips.  "Gilda, surely thou doth not wish me to leave like some robber in the night?"

"Hu-whazzat?"  Sleepy golden eyes met teal and a blush of remembrance graced the wonderful white face.  "P-Princess, I-"  Hoof met beak gently and Luna kissed the gryphon atop her head.

"Hush.  Last night was more wondrous then thou couldst know.  But alack, I must be off."  Luna looked out the still-curtained window at the insistent dawn light.  "We have settled the debt with fair innkeep last night but our dept to thee is great indeed.  Might We - no, I.  might I ask of thee to accompany me to Canterlot?"

Gilda looked at Luna with wide eyes as those teal pools turned to her.  In them, she could see hope.  Fear.  Desire.  Curiosity.  A thousand small emotions blending together.  Love - or at least the seed of it.  Could she - Gilda, broke, homeless and lost - follow this moon to her tower?

"Yes Lu-Princess."  Gilda knew that whatever trials would await her, she would do anything to lay just once with the mare in her arms.  And she knew a stab of fear - for surely, Canterlot would change her at least slightly.  But maybe - maybe change wasn't so bad.  Maybe it was time for a change.  For them both.