Princess Luna dances in the light of a thousand candles, shaking her backside for a very, very special audience of one. It is a night neither will soon forget, and the love flows as freely as the oil drizzled across her generous backside. For one night, being a baise-mon-cul is a good thing.

(A contest fic for the wonderful group "Readin' it for the plot!" Plus a chance to indulge in my love of soft butts. With Luna and Bad Apple, something I've always been meaning to do.
Results are in, it took close second place. Now that's heartwarming.)