Hello Everypony, I Can Write Clopfic Two: Royal Flush

Luna sat in her study with her abacus, proud of herself for computing the ideal number of stallions for an alicorn to enjoy. That number, as Celestia had discovered through trial and error, was five: one for each wing, one to play with the horn, and two to man the royal plot. The younger princess double-checked those calculations and remembered that she did read her sister’s notes long ago and those came to the same conclusion, as a common sense test for her answer.

She knew that if she wanted everything stimulated at once, she would need about seven stallions, if not more, but since she was dealing with real royal guards, and not spherical ponies of zero volume, five was the limit before the participants had overlapping wave functions. With this information in mind, Luna made up her mind to deliver an unannounced, unplanned midnight address to Canterlot the next time it was too cloudy to enjoy the stars.

When Luna was headed off on her usual errands, she realised that as a sovereign of Equestria, she could simply order an extra cloudy night from the weather team. She did not rush off to do that because there was one of the more interesting stellar events happening throughout the next week or so. She thought of enjoying her guards during the day, but she was usually tired at those times. While thinking of the logistics, Luna noticed she was rubbing her flanks on anything that was convenient: door handles, stone pillars, an extra thin cushion on her throne...

Luna also noticed her tail was making clear the way to her plot for all to see, but did not care. In fact, she wished an over-eager colt would notice her pheromones, which were strong enough for Luna to smell, and take advantage of her unwitting invitation. Unfortunately for her, nopony did, mostly rearing what retribution would come for running and mounting a princess, if not from the princess herself, but from whichever pony she was planning to mate with, slightly underestimating the large but finite royal libido. The dark princess was not annoyed about having to watch the Wonderbolts that evening, because she would use her automatic alicorn backstage pass to get into the dressing room and see if her charms would work there. This thought got her through the rest of the day, where she supplemented it by rubbing her flanks together and on whatever she was sitting on or leaning against. However, she did have to do many double-takes to determine if the ponies with whom she was speaking were discussing giant stallion penis with her or not. She also only thought of the word “hard” to mean that if she were a stallion, she would be very hard at the moment, and not any of the other uses for the word.

About an hour before the Wonderbolts were to perform, Luna greeted them as they got off their special cars on a train to Canterlot from either the experimental practice grounds or another show, Luna was too distracted to remember which one it was. She walked with them into their changing room and watched as they put on their blue uniforms. She personally thought her Shadowbolt uniforms were much nicer, but there was room for only one elite flyers group in Equestria, and she was willing to concede the Shadowbolts to help solidify the reunion with her sister.

Soarin’ noticed Luna’s desire for some pre-show rutting and took it upon himself to broach this most delicate subject in the only way he knew.

“Princess, um...,” the blue pegasus started.

“Yes?” responded Luna, happy that an unsure male usually meant a shy and horny one.

“It’s just... well, you aren’t...” he awkwardly continued.

Spitfire, overhearing the conversation, told her colleague to get on with it and read section 32c of their by-laws to the princess.

Soarin’, too lazy to get the rulebook, told Luna that the rule basically meant that the Wonderbolts were not supposed to mate with anypony for at least several hours before a show to keep focus. Luna, making no effort to show her disappointment, left to go to her box seat.

Once at her seat, the princess asked for a pole to be erected behind her because she had “a weakness in her hindquarters” and “had been sitting all day” when asked why she was not interested in a chair. The horny princess almost forgot her traditional opening lines to the performances, but had her mind put at ease when she saw the pole was smoothed, but decidedly irregular along its length.

While the race was in progress, she did not pay attention, instead enjoying her leaning pole and entertaining thoughts of openly having her guards mount her right then and there in the Cesear’s box. Those thoughts caused her to lean even more into the pole and start to rub her haunches up and down a conveniently placed knob in the wood. She soon realised that although this was much nicer than her hooves to start, it would not be enough to enjoy herself and get back to work. She tried to stop, but her body was definitely winning the argument by doing otherwise. As the show went on, Luna could feel the pole getting more and more slippery and some of her fur close to her plot start to mat together. She whinnied in agony from the frustration, earning her the attention of one of her guards.

“What’s wrong? Did you step on something?” he asked, trying to ignore the obvious question while they were in public.

Luna, far too angry to be discreet, replied, “No. I’m really horny. I need you to mate me now.”

The other guard, distracted by the unexpected turn in the conversation, said, “Your highness, the race will be over in fifteen minutes, if not less. Perhaps you can wait that long?”

Luna frowned and agreed, although she was not going to the guards first. In fact, she told them that when she met the Wonderbolts post-performance, to wait outside.

After twelve more intolerable minutes, Luna let out a cheer to get the crowd going for the closing festivities and ignored royal decorum and teleported to the changing room and waited for the show pegasi to arrive, deciding the empty room was a good enough place to clop until they arrived.

As the Wonderbolts filed in, Spitfire said to Luna, “You sure must like us to skip out on the closing cheers to wait for us like that,” and tried to put a wing around Luna because she, unlike her male cohorts, sensed something was wrong with the princes. However, the gesture failed due to the alicorn’s much taller frame. Luna, liking the closeness to the sweaty pony, put a wing around Spitfire instead, which Spitfire used as an impromptu changing room to humour the princess into a better mood. While Spitfire was changing, Luna couldn’t help but enjoy the feel of Spitfire’s sweaty body bumping against her own. Once Spitfire finished changing, Luna really liked the feel of the mare’s soaked fur against her body and pulled her close.

Luna, emboldened by the closeness of the other pony, asked, “I’ve never been able to get a good look at my cutie marks. Can you get one of your fine stallions to see if they are connected in the middle?”

Spitfire looked around and was in the process of telling Luna that Soarin’ had left to get his usual pie, but another male should be around somewhere when Luna felt a very pleasant tongue between her legs. The sudden sensation startled the starry sovereign and she tensed up, causing her sensitive parts to rub in just the right way, triggering a long-awaited orgasm and loud shout.

Hearing their charge shout, her guards rushed in to find a princess under a wave of endorphins with one Wonderbolt with discarded uniform under her wing and another mare apprehensively trying not to lick the princess’ hindquarters again. Luna noticed the guards and shooed them, saying it was a false alarm. She then turned and saw that the pony inspecting her cutie marks was another mare, and not a stallion like she ordered. Turning to the mare, Luna asked, “So, where are your stallions?”

The mare replied, “I was just trying to help. I couldn’t help but notice another mare in unresolved heat. Let me keep you happy until the males arrive.”

Luna, tempted to summon her guards to show the Wonderbolts how to treat a princess, decided to give the mare a chance, seeing as that one lick had done her so much good, one of the advantages of running into a pony obviously into mares. The mare started to sniff her way around the royal plot, taking care to note which spots the princess was most sensitive to. Luna asked Spitfire to climb on top of her and massage her wings, but Spitfire told Luna that her own wings needed massaging, but she could spare one of the masseuses on retainer for the Wonderbolts. Luna quickly came to realise that having another pony climb on top her her would have been a terrible idea when she was licked right between her rear lips and felt her legs give way for the night. The mare took it in stride, rolling onto her back to keep at the princess’ (not-so) privates. Luna enjoyed the massage on her wings, helping her relax to accept the lapping at her plot better. She moaned in ecstasy when the mystery mare put a hoof on her clit and moved it around while teasing elsewhere with her tongue.

Spitfire, done with her massage, returned to Luna and nuzzled the top of her head against Luna’s neck. Luna responded in kind, then Spitfire said that Soarin’ was with one of the mares he liked to visit when in the area and the other two colts were experimenting with each other. “It is one of the downsides to this group,” Spitfire explained, “to train to get in while still at peak flying ability requires great dedication, even with a healthy dose of natural talent. It doesn’t leave much time for socialising or for relationships. You get ponies who don’t know what else to do or how to keep friends who don’t travel like us.”

Luna, too horny to care, simply moaned her assurance she heard the message and leaned back onto her haunches, where she found another Wonderbolt at her plot. Since she was not expecting anypony there, she did aim properly and promptly felt a tongue at her bum. She had a miniature orgasm at the pleasure she had not experienced in over 2,000 years, having an overzealous stallion try that on her once and having felt too weird about it to register the enjoyment she had or think of it much again. This time, she was simply enjoyed the sensations and let the pleasure flow through her, causing her sphincter to contract rhythmically. For that little moment, she was glad that her digestive system, much like that of the legendary crime-fighting pony known as the Axe Cop, was 100% efficient and did not have an opportunity for any embarrassment.

“You just sat on Blaze,” noted Spitfire, “she does not seem to mind, though. Keep on keeping on, Your Highness.”

“She’s—ah!—very, er, good—oh!—and adventurous. Commendheronteampride!” blurted out the princess between blasts of pleasure.

Blaze, for her part, kept on with her task at hoof. She noticed Luna getting up slightly to converse with Spitfire, so she reached out to the royal perineum to sit Her Highness right back down. Blaze then made a summoning motion with her legs and a swish of her tail. Luna felt the extra motion and let her full mass of her plot be for Blaze to envelop herself in. Blaze made circling motions with her tongue and Luna reached down in order to make circling motions with her left forehoof.

Spitfire noted the summons and the Princess’ methods and jumped on Blaze, aligning their marehoods with one another. More importantly for the mission, she leaned forward and kissed the princess while pushing the royal hoof aside and inserting her own. Luna was flabbergasted at the impatience yet even more horny. Kissing was gross! But it felt so good. Even better was the embrace of another pony, their body heat adding together. Before she could return the kiss in honest, Spitfire used her other front hoof to lift Luna’s hoof between their mouths.

“I’ve never had the royal nectar before,” remarked Spitfire as she licked Luna’s hoof clean. Luna rubbed the side of her muzzle to clean the other side; she loved smelling herself, and she noted that was even more effective at getting stallions than mating in their dreams. Spitfire’s lower hoof sped up the circular motions on Luna’s marehood while Blaze started to expend the reach of her tongue to the cheeks of the royal plot. In such a state, Luna orgasmed in record time, her gasps interrupting her kiss with Spitfire and grinding hard on Blaze, catching her tongue between Luna’s vagina and Spitfire’s hoof. No words needed to be said as Luna rose, kissed the two mares, and spread her majestic wings to fly back to her castle.