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Gilda's Eyes

Chapter Name: Gilda's Eyes

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.

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Full Moons

It was a spectacular sunset, Celestia's sun quickly swallowed by the sheer awe of her younger sister's luminescent night sky, the blues against the myriad of other colors. Walking down from the tower, Princess Celestia passed Princess Luna, their respective plots just barely squeezing by on the narrow staircase. Celestia looked back as her fur brushed past her sibling's.

"Enjoying the view of thy magnificent rump, Madame Sunbutt?" Luna bragged about her own magnificent moons, even going as far as to press her rear against her elder counterpart's as to measure the width of each cheek in comparison.

"At least I haven't been eating snacks while doing nothing but sitting on my fat plot, Queen Sedentary." Truth hit Luna like a hard mallet: her free time consisted of reading books and eating whatever was brought within the same room as her. Celestia harrumphed and headed down to her chambers to get a half-decent night of sleep.

Sufficing for a giggling fit, Luna walked upstairs and onto the tower to take the moon on the first part of its journey across the night sky. As her horn glowed, her mind felt a slight disturbance, a sliver of unintended magical force running through the hallways, the dark violet mist swirling unseen into Luna's chambers. Barely taking note of anything odd, she walked down the staircase, into her chambers, and immediately collapsed in shock.

Nightmare Moon was laying on Luna's bed, ass towards the door, with history's most sultry, drop-dead look on her face. Her dark helmet and armor twinkled in the moonlight, her flowing mane of ethereal mist and miniature stars castling a slight shadow across her face.

"I was hoping tonight was going to be a full, blue moon." Her voice was silky smooth, with no hint of malice; just loving and lust for her dear fat counterpart.

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Luna stirred ungraciously some time later, her memory stretched thin and hung out to dry. How she got there was hazy; she remembered walking in, something surprising her to the point where she fainted dead away. Realization kicked in that she couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't feel. An amorphous blob of fur and fat pressed on her face, jet black both from a visible standpoint and where she lay under Nightmare Moon's fat ass.

"It's nice to see you again, my Princess." As Nightmare Moon lifted herself and her enormous plot off of her, she couldn't help but be mesmerized by her evil counterpart's plot. Luna unceremoniously started mumbling to herself, keeping a conversation with her mind, trying to grasp how an alicorn, never mind a pony, could have that kind of ass. Easily two, maybe two and a half feet wide; midnight black, blue splotches on either side giving away her cutie mark's location; a set of lips that would put any pony that dared to compare in shame without even looking; a puffy pucker, hyper-sensitive to even the smallest of touches.

Luna could do nothing but stand there, slack-jawed, as the nightmare began. Luna was shoved to the ground with a bump of the rump, and the dark alicorn prepared her tongue while lowering her plot on her Princess of the Night.

"I will make this offer once: A lick for a lick, a moan for a moan, a climax for a climax. Anything you have ever cared to attempt that involves my ass or yours. Tonight only. If you do we'll enough then I shall leave, only to come back if you should ever want more. Either that, or I take over Equestria once again. Your choice, except, oh; you really don't have one. Good luck, my Princess."

"And good luck to you, Moony." Bowing their heads, they set off on a journey; not of hardships, but of pleasure.

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"Let's start off with some simple facesitting, both going at once. A zero, if you will." A zero is the Equestrian version of a 69. Soon, Luna and Moony were deep in each other's plots, nipping, licking, sucking off the other's clit. Soon, they both felt the familiar pressure of climax build up, and with screams of grateful pleasure for a previous soundproofing spell, came onto each other's faces. A silent few minutes passed, and Luna sneakily performed a spell used more for pranks than anything; of course, turning ponies' digestive tracts against them while processing food was a very evil prank, but she, for once, performed it on herself, adding a few bits of carrion and rotten eggs into the mix. She became a lot thinner as her fat was transformed into an intoxicating, vile gas.

She sought revenge against her well-endowed captor, and her her plot rip unceremoniously throughout her chambers, directly into thwarting open mouth and nose of Nightmare Moon, forcing her effluence down into the throat, taking her time as the Princess of Eternal Darkness stirred, and soon lay on the floor retching and threatening to vomit. Anti-magical chains were wrapped around her hooves, and likewise with a ball gag and magic supressor. The dark alicorn could do nothing but whimper pitifully as Luna cackled at her shadowy self. "I have waited so very long for this moment of destroying you with my own plot!" The last of her fresh air for weeks was taken as the cacophony of sputtering noises came out from the Ruler of the Night, the captive blinding the prey.

—————•

Nightmare Moon, the infamous alter ego of Princess Luna, was trapped under a blubber volcano, which was spewing out gas by now. The endless torrent of flatulence, luckily, gave her a source of air, however dank and nasty it may be. She had been down under for about 5 minutes when she realized that her gas was edible, and a cunning counter-attack that would put the most skilled guardspony to shame. She forced herself to push out her ball gag enough to ingest several toxic clouds that were slowly getting worse, but not enough to make it obvious that said gag had been removed. Once the allotted amount of gas had been secured in the stomach, she forced herself to lick Luna's pristine pucker.

The plan worked perfectly as the Princess of the Night writhed in pleasure, tons of gas traveling down Nightmare's esophagus and windpipe, until every breath outward smelled even worse than when it went in.

"What goes around comes around, my dear Princess." Nightmare Moon launched a nasally assaulting burp as she went in for the kill; the smell of Luna's gas attacks mingled with stomach acid simply demolished Luna's anal assault. She let out the longest, most malodorous fart in the history of ponykind. Nightmare Moon, fueled by corruption, had corruption turned against her, and became a slave to Luna and her farts. As the fart reached its climax, Moony shoved her tongue inside the jet black anus to get the full taste, feel, and smell of flatulence rolling across her tongue, accomplishing nothing but making the fart more powerful.

She had a lasting thought; now would be a very, very easy time to try anal. Pulling into her magic reserves, she summoned an extremely realistic, anatomically correct horse cock on both her and Luna. Eternal Night pounded the twin moons of Luna's flank, each thrust causing small squeaks of pleasure, jiggles of both royal plots, and a very obnoxious ripping sound from the Alicorn of the Night. Hilt to tip and back to the hilt again. The familiar throbbing came again, and they came at the same time from both ends. Luna's rosebud clamped like a vice while both of their dicks came in unison with their more familiar set of genitals amplified the climax hundred-fold. Both royal alicorns barely managed to stay awake, and decided that, since they were too busy breathing to speak, telepathy was a good idea.

Luna, I challenge you to a staring contest. Her voice was husky, and by the time Luna was able to look up at her new friend, Moony was motioning towards her extremely pliable rump.

It. Is. On. Luna decided that standards should be set. No touching of the genital region, however, hooves may be used to break concentration while massaging or spanking the flank. She smiled at Moony, as if she knew she was gonna win.

A strange tingling was felt on her underbelly, and the futa-cocks disappeared. I highly doubt those will help either. No reward for winning, and no reward for losing. This is just for fun, okay, Princess?

Understood, my sweet Nightmare. And with that, the staring contest began. Transmission of telepathy was severed between the two split personalities as each perfect rump was stared at for hours on end: Plot hairs were counted time and time again, wrinkles on their rosebuds studied with deep thought that would impress the philosoponys of the day, tail colors analyzed, compared, and contrasted with detail that would put Twilight Sparkle to shame. Eventually, as all ponies must do, they fell asleep at the same time, right as the moon was supposed to set.

—————•

"Luna! Did you fall asleep again?" Celestia muttered to herself about how her lazy sister couldn't even stick to the same schedule, even snacking in her sleep on one occasion. After disarming all the spells, she came upon the soundproofing spell, which would simply not budge. Luckily, it was fading away fast, and when it finally vanished, she swung the massive doors open, and almost fainted dead away in horror.

In front of her, the scene of the crime spoke for itself; gallons of various mixed fluids, fetid air thick enough you could cut it with a knife, and her beloved sister using her evil counterpart's head as a seemingly amazing pillow, with Nightmare Moon doing the same. Both of them reeked of sex and flatulence, and Luna had a thin line of drool crawling down her Nightmare's flank, occasionally dripping onto her nether lips, the dark alicorn's not as pronounced, but still there. Both parties had on the cheesy smiles of afterglow plastered on their faces, even in their sleep. Eventually, Luna awakened, and was met with the unusually stern look of one Princess Celestia.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, young miss."

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Wowza Look'at dat plot

As Rainbow’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she noticed three things - one, Sugarcube Corner was a lot bigger on the inside. Two, a building literally made out of candy would probably attract an unholy number of insects, and it was rather bizarre that it hadn’t yet. Three, her old friend Gilda was tied to a bed, moaning in pleasure, covered in cake batter and icing, and currently having her ass eaten out by a the pony who had driven the two apart to begin with.

It’ll probably take a moment for Dash to comprehend what she’s seeing, so until her puny pegasus brain is able to correlate this sudden influx of illogic, let’s rewind about forty-five minutes to see what lead to this odd occasion.

It had been a long trip. Weeks of planning, hiding out in the ruins of mountainside villages and living off what scraps she could find, were finally over. Gilda collapsed onto the cloud with an exhausted sigh.

“Only for you, Dash,” she mumbled.

Off in the distance, Ponyville’s diminutive skyline was barely visible against the growing darkness. A small town, only a few lights came on at night.

Without any bits to her name, Gilda could hardly afford a night at an inn, and finding Rainbow Dash’s house in the growing dark was simply asking for trouble.

‘Sides,’ the bushed bird thought, ‘I’d take a soft cumulous over a hard memory foam bed any day.’

Her thoughts slowed down as she drifted off to sleep.

Gilda snapped into consciousness with a squawk. Two hooves clapped her ass cheeks, hard. Her wings unfurled instantly, and reared up in surprise, about to slice the perpetrator into tiny little pony-pieces. Well, she would’ve, anyway. If she’d been able to move.

“Heya Gilda! Long time no see!”

… What.

She knew that voice, it was that dweeby pony who stole Dash from her! And she’d just… Touched her!

“I saw you were back in town and didn’t have a place to stay, so I decided to offer my own domicile for the duration of your sojourn in the fair city of Ponyville!”

…

Gilda ignored the nonsense spewing from this madmare and focussed instead on escaping her bondage. The room was dark, but her powerful eagle’s eyes could see as if the room were lit by floodlamps. She was on a bed, pink blankets, and her arms were strapped to the sides by shiny leather cuffs. A strong tug showed that they weren’t coming off anytime soon.

“I know I was probably pretty annoying, bothering you and Dashie all day like that, so I decided to make it up to you!”

“If you wanna *urg!* make it up to me, *oof!* let me go!”

“Oh but Gilda, I really,” Pinkie’s warm tongue ran up the side of her ass, “really,” the pony to circle around at the top, “really,” began to slide down her crack, “wawwa wawe wiw wuw wu wu!”

The last part was muffled, as Pinkie had suddenly shoved her face between Gilda’s cheeks, eliciting a groan from the purloined pussycat.

It had been years since they’d last been like that, Dash and Gilda. The first time, on the night of graduation, Rainbow Dash was suffering through a month’s detention for setting off homemade fireworks and endangering the lives of two teachers (who really had no good reason to be in that shed to begin with, seeing as they were already married).

Gilda snuck into Rainbow’s bedroom, ostensibly to congratulate her, bringing with her several bottles of an unidentifiable substance that may at some point have been some form of cider but was by now so diluted from repeated borrowings and coverups that it may as well have been sparkling cider.

Of course, this hardly stopped the two drinking, and their young bodies found a even the small amount of booze enough to look very good to each other indeed...

They were laying on the floor of some old shed behind Dash’s house, Gilda and Dash laying end to end after their last round of reminiscing and trying not to seem sappy. Gilda was down on her belly, head resting on a sack of birdseed that she may or may not have tried to eat, and her pegasus friend was on her back, wondering what to do about the strange tingle in her clit. Slowly, Rainbow moved herself up into a sitting position and stared at the griffonbooty before her.

It was wonderful, two firm balls of fat and muscle that so many ponies fetishize without really knowing why. She decided to do the same.

Rainbow’s hooves softly caressed Gilda’s orbs, moving in slow semicircles from top to bottom. The griffon’s asscheeks were round and firm, like a couple of basketballs, and when her hooves were at their widest, she could just see the little hole of her anus. The small section of her girltaint peeking out between the plump orbs and pink gash of her vagina.

Gilda’s stiff wings throbbed up and down slightly with every revolution, and unbeknownst to her, Rainbow’s face had been inching its way closer with every motion. Quite suddenly, Rainbow Dash shoved her muzzle into Gilda’s ass.

Her outstretched tongue reached the hole, and slowly circled around it, the griffon shuddering with the cold application on her most private of orifices. Her hooves kept up the work, massaging the sides of her ass and slowly working their way downwards.

The griffon was purring like a kitten now, a little strand of drool hung on the tip of her beak and her half-lidded eyes rolled upward. She slowly slid one hoof along the griffon’s dripping slit, eliciting a moan from the receiving party.

Gilda reciprocated, drawing up to Rainbow’s crotch and teasingly tonguing her clit. The rainbow-maned mare responded by sliding her tongue fully into her butthole. It was a heavenly feeling, a sort of rapture that--

Gilda emitted a sort of choking caw, like a crow that has just been paddled on the ass. Because that is exactly what just happened. Pinkamena Diane Pie had returned, and was whacking Gilda’s rear with a rolling pin.

“How dare you ignore me!”

*slap!* pain coursed through the griffon’s bountiful booty.

“I was only trying to make you happy!”

*slap!* and her cheeks kept shaking.

“Just because I fed you hallucinogenic drugs earlier doesn’t mean you can just doze off whenever you like!”

*slap!* all this torture probably doesn’t reflect well on my mental state.

“When I get out of here, I’ll-” Gilda was cut off mid-shout.

Pinkie stopped hitting her, “What? Go to the police?”

“Yeah! That exactly!”

A cruel grin grew across Pinkie’s face as the rolling pin dropped to the floor. “How about all your little secrets Dashie told me, hmm?”

“Secrets? What secrets?!”

“How about that sexy underwear of yours, hmm? You certainly don’t want just anygriffon to know about your little fetish…”

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about!

She did, of course, own a pair of panties. Rainbow had seen them one day while peeping on her (Mare? Chick? Bird?)friend through a gym window. She’d pulled them on, a tight fit accentuating her shapely ovipositing hips and firm athletic butt, and proceeded to do various exercises. The bright pink fabric shifted with every movement, every twitch of a muscle stretching and deforming the word ‘DWEEBS’ that was printed across her ass cheeks.

As she moved gracefully from position to position, squatting down on her hind legs while hoisting a barbell over her shoulders, the outline of her rear mounds glistening as beads of sweat slid down her back, and the upper cleavage exposed just enough to stir the imagination.

Rainbow’s hoof, meanwhile, ran between her moist lips, up and down, over and over, as Gilda set the barbell down and knelt down on one paw. Yes, that

That was Rainbow’s first-ever orgasm. The good thing about clouds is that simply walking on them counts as washing your hooves, although some adults looked strangely at the filly known for flying everywhere as she trotted down the street, a look of distinct guilt printed on her face.

Gilda was torn from her nostalgia by the cold press of a hoof against her rear, swiping across her cheeks and leaving some sort of sticky residue behind.

Pinkie rubbed the icing all over Gilda’s butt, between the cheeks and down to her asshole, eliciting a squirm from the already uncomfortable griffon.

“H-hey! Careful back there!” she squeaked.

“Oh you messy little griffon, you got strawberry icing all over your birdy booty!”

“W-wait, what’re you do-gaaahhh!!”

Pinkie had set to work on cleaning Gilda. First, her long equine tongue teased her clit, just the slightest bit of stimulation to really get going. Up she went, her tongue piercing her slit enough to taste the distinct chicken flavor of the griffon’s privates. Chicken isn’t really know for going with cake icing, but Pinkie Pie is a pony largely known for not giving a shit.

As she slid up along the crack, Gilda gasped, “You… First you steal Dash from me, and now… This?”

“You silly griffy! I’d have *lick* let you have Dash if you’d only asked!” she replied, lapping happily away at her strawberry flavored asscrack.

Rainbow Dash soared above Ponyville with one destination in mind: Sugarcube Corner. Her dear marefriend, Pinkie Pie, had invited her over for a ‘special surprise’. Pinkie’s surprises generally involved either sex or cake, usually both, and sometimes concurrently.

As she flew down, she noticed that the window to Pinkie’s darkened apartment was open.

‘Heh,’ she thought as she flew in the open window, not noticing the loud moans and shouts coming from inside, ‘for once, I’ll surprise her!’

As Rainbow’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she noticed three things - one, Sugarcube Corner was a lot bigger on the inside. Two, a building literally made out of candy would probably attract an unholy number of insects, and it was rather bizarre that it hadn’t yet been condemned because of this fact. Three, her old friend Gilda was tied to a bed, moaning in pleasure, covered in cake batter and icing, and currently having her ass licked clean by the pony who had driven the two apart to begin with.

One very important thing to remember when dealing with Rainbow Dash is, her face is not normally red. In fact, a red face is often a sign of high blood pressure and anyone with such an excessively beet red face as Rainbow Dash here should probably see a doctor.

Another reason to see a doctor is if you are able to stand as perfectly still as she was right now, you’re either dead or a statue. Or just Rainbow Dash, in this exact moment, in which case I must applaud you for making your way out of the realms of fiction and into a metaverse capable of accessing a piece of clop fiction on the internet!

It’s around here where you came in, I think.

Rainbow Dash finally found the power to speak. “Pinkie!”

For a moment, the only sound was that of Pinkie’s tongue gliding across Gilda’s battered buttocks. Then Gilda’s mind registered what she’d just heard.

“Dash! Help!”

Pinkie removed herself from the griffon’s violated person, slapped her on the ass, and turned to the pony standing just inside the window.

“Hello Rainbow Dash.”

“P-Pinkie…” she stammered, “W-what the hell is going on in here?!”

“Dash, do you remember when we first met? How I told you if you had any griffon friends you had to bring them over for a threesome or I’d kidnap and rape them?”

“I thought… You were kidding…” she muttered, completely lost.

Gilda kicked at her restraints. “Oh my god Dash, would you just hurry up and rescue me already?”

Both ponies turned to the tied up tormentor, “Shut up!”

With a whimper, Gilda went back to reminiscing about several other improbable sexual encounters while her captor and former friend argued.

“So… All this time… It was all a lie?!”

Pinkie gripped her friend by the shoulders. “Dashie, you don’t understand! I did this for you!”

“For me?! What, you thought I’d be into this?! I don’t! I don’t like this at all!”

“Your wings say otherwise.”

“My w-” Dash’s eyes widened as she discovered that, all this time, her wings had been standing firmly at attention. Her gaze flicked back and forth from her stiff masts and the fetish fuel laid out on the bed.

“Look, Dashie, if you don’t want to join in…”

“No-I-I just- Why did you need to kidnap her?!”

“Because who knows when we’ll be able to play with another griffon? How do we know she isn’t the only one in the whole world?”

“There was Gustave le Grand…” Rainbow said, weakly.

Pinkie reared her head back and laughed, “Ha! Rainbow, he’s gay!”

“Wait, really?” This time it was both Dash and Gilda’s exclamation.

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “Well duh! Him and Donut Joe got married last summer! It’s almost as if you don’t keep up on the private affairs of ponies who you barely know or care about as their occupation falls outside of your own spectrum of interests!”

Sugarcube Corner’s cricket infestation loudly announced itself.

Pinkie pulled out a pen and paper, “Note to self, hire an exterminator…”

Suddenly, a tall blue pony with an ethereal mane poked her head in through the window and started singing.

“Oh we both know what memories can bring, they bring diamonds and ruuuuust!”

Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash had, by this point, ceased to exist, as I’m frankly tired of writing them as if I even-- No, fuck you Pinkie you don’t get to write anything you little bitch!

“WOOORSHIP THE BIG BOOTY BITCHES! THE BIG BOOTY BITCHES! WOOORSHIP THE BIG BOOTY BITCHES!”

Then Gilda woke up.

She was tied to a chair, as the mysterious blue figure from before sung a questionable song about female dogs with large anuses.

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Luna's New Outfit

"So, how do you like it?"

The question came for the fashion designer waiting patiently for a verdict on her latest outfit. Rarity bit her lip awaiting that answer, one which could potentially be a career breaker. It seemed silly to get so worked up over one outfit, normally she'd be able to get over it quickly and straight back into designing a new one, with renewed determination to get it right. When your client is none other than Princess Luna, standing in her personal chambers with her as she was making her mind up, then that decision of whether its a good outfit or not holds a lot more weight.

Luckily for her, the princess was smiling. "Oh we-I mean, I, love it!" Luna corrected herself, checking herself in the mirror. She was still trying to break out of the habit of using the royal we and old canterlot dialect, but it was proving difficult.

Rarity simply beamed at the praise, but inside a wave of relief hit her that took the tension out of her. She had lost sleep over the fact that Princess Luna had commissioned an outfit from her, agonising over every minute detail in creating the outfit. True, she praised herself for her fashion sense and skills at seeing that fashion take shape, but there was still that nagging suspicion in her mind whenever she presented an outfit to a customer that they'd turn around and say they didn't like it. Hearing praise straight from the pony's mouth was a blessing.

"If I may ask, how did you reach the decision for this particular ensemble?" The princess inquired, turning away from the mirror. “If I recall, its a little outside your usual range of dresses.”

“Well, you asked for practicality and beauty, and you specifically said no dress, so I thought that you'd need an unrestrictive outfit, one that could exaggerate your fine figure.” Replied Rarity, noticing that she was perhaps a bit too quick and enthusiastic with that comment on her figure.

“It does feel very nice, and makes a good change. I have far too many dresses, some I never get round to wearing, thought I might need something different.” She had turned back to the mirror, examining the back of her, pulling poses in it to get a feel for the outfit. “Continue.”

The little unicorn gulped. Truth be told, she may have outdone herself. Luna looked simply gorgeous. The princess had pinned her hair up into a sporty ponytail at the designers suggestion with a black vest covering her top half. On her fore-hooves were black wristbands with a white crescent moon emblazoned onto each one, with her back-hooves wearing plain black running horse shoes. A bit simple for Rarity's taste, but this was an outfit made for running, and if Twilights opinion is anything to go by, sometimes simple works.

But it all paled in comparison to the lower half of the body. Plain white leggings that hugged to Luna’s figure like a second coat, emphasising it and leaving nothing to the imagination. More than that, before Luna put on the ensemble, Rarity never noticed how good her derrière looked. She found herself staring at it, mesmerized by it, and the poses made by the princess were not helping her need to pull away her gaze, but eventually she managed this impossible task.

“Err... ahem!” Rarity coughed, mustering up the courage to be honest with the princess, speaking quickly. “The colour I thought would be a nice change to your comfort zone, white working as a nice contrast to your coat, and the leggings are of a material that hugs to ones figure and complement your juicy, well toned derrière if I do say so-”

Immediately, Rarity clapped her hoof to her mouth to stop herself. Did she just describe Princess Luna's buttocks as juicy?!

Luna giggled at this. “It is isn't it?” She said, giving her tush a wiggle “I've noticed you've been staring at it for some time, even before I got dressed. You adore my posterior, no?”

The white mares bottom lip quivered at this question. But she finally caved and decided honesty was the best policy. “Yes...” she said, barely over a whisper “I-its... simply stunning...”

“Humph!” Luna snorted 'We should hope so! We pride ourselves in our buttocks more than any part of our body!” Almost immediately after saying this, Luna laughed out loud at her over the top delivery. “Tell you what, what, how would you like an alternative form of payment, on top of what I've already given you?”

“Rarity shook her head furiously. “Oh no, I couldn't ask that, not as payment!”

“Then as a friend offering a service to you.” Luna retorted, giving her flank a smack. “Free reign to do whatever you please to it!”

Rarity nearly fell over at the remark, her legs suddenly losing strength “I... I-I... what?!”

“Did we stutter?!” Luna bellowed in her infamous royal canterlot voice, sending the curtains blowing in the wind of her voice. She then poked her tongue out to reassure the quivering mare she wasn't actually angry. “I mean it, I've been through meeting after meeting today, I need something to spice up my nights. Of course if you don't want to thats fine, but my offer stands. Do what you like to my royal tush!”

Rarity was torn on this. One the one hoof it was indecent to even consider doing anything to the princess. What if she backed out? What if what Rarity had in mind was too lewd or strange? On the other hoof, Princess Luna had just presented her glorious rump to her and said to do whatever to it. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity right in front of her, but still didn't want to do anything to hurt the princess or anything that would ruin the outfit or its contents, so nothing too painful.

Well, maybe just a quick whiff wouldn't hurt, she thought to herself. Rarity approached slowly, her eyes never leaving the prize in front of her. “Are you...positive you're okay with this?” the unicorn asked.

Luna poked her tongue out in that playful manner again. “Go for it.”

Rarity leaned in close, her heart racing. Was this happening? She was about to take in the scent of a ruler of equestria, Princess Luna’s bottom. She felt lightheaded with excitement, and as she inhaled through her nose to take in that smell, she decided no.

One quick whiff isn't enough.

Rarity brushed her purple mane out of her eyes before pressing her muzzle straight into that glorious, white canyon in front of her, taking a long breath through her nose and exhaling a moan of pleasure into that rump.

Luna wiggled her hips in approval, enjoying the comfort of the little unicorn pressed into her hindquarters. Deep down she'd always been curious about doing this, but knew none of the royal guard would indulge this strange fantasy of hers. With Rarity here though, she saw her opportunity and took it.

Pulling out of Luna’s rear, she then kissed the left check, then the right one, and finally right in the middle before resuming her sniffing, never getting enough of that royal smell.

“Enjoying yourself back there?” Luna asked, craning her neck to look at the unicorn, seeing only a purple mane and the top half of her head, eyes closed and pressing into that well toned end, seemingly oblivious to the question, unless moaning into the royal flank counted as an answer.

Its only when Luna coughed that Rarity was brought back to reality, eyes shifting left and right searching for a conceivable reason for her to cough. “I'm sorry, did you say something darling?” she asked, grinning sheepishly.

“I said, are you enjoying yourself?” Luna repeated.

“Oh very much so. Though... if I may make another request...” The white mare nodded her head towards the bed.

In response, Luna pointed to the bed, then to her behind questioningly, to which Rarity nodded furiously. “Then make yourself comfortable.

There was a streak of white as Rarity rushed to the bed, already resting her head on a pillow. Luna giggled once again at her enthusiasm, then climbed onto it and turned round, presenting her hindquarters to the unicorn.

The white object above Rarity came down slow. Very slow, coming closer and closer to her face. It then stopped at her nose, brushing it and teasing, hanging there so very close. Rarity actually whined at the sensation, needing more of it, taking in as much of the scent as she could through her nostrils.

“Kiss it.” Luna ordered, bringing it higher away from the pony’s nose.

Rarity was more than happy to oblige, kissing that well toned white heaven above her, over and over again, each peck sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. This continued for a full minute, Rarity planting kisses all over Luna's booty.

“That'll do.” Luna eventually said, lifting it higher. “Now relax. We shall do the rest.”

And with that, Luna lowered her large rump encompassing Rarity's entire face and got to work. She started by swaying her hips from side to side, the unicorns snout following where ever it went, then lightly bouncing on her face. Luna was having the time of her life, moaning in pleasure as she worked her posterior on the little pony's face, she couldn't even imagine how the mare below her must be feeling.

Rarity could scream she was in so much pleasure. The weight of Luna over her face, the material of the leggings, a wise choice she mentally noted, the way she worked it, it all felt... right. Like she was meant to be under the princess. She squealed and groaned into Luna's legging as the princess worked her magic, relishing every sensation. She wanted it to last forever.

As Luna rocked her hips backwards and forwards grinding her rear on the mares face, she felt the need to bring this to a close. After a few more grinds, lifting off of the unicorn, she turned her head to look down on her. “Hold thy breath.” She said, a devilish grin on her face.

Rarity barely had time to react before Luna put her full weight on her, blocking her vision and hearing. She tried to turn her head, but couldn't. Luna was pressing down that hard. She resisted moaning again, enjoying the restriction but determined to put up a good fight. Her breath was fading, adding new layers to her joy, her senses were clouded by the smell of new fabric and of the princess herself. There was literally nothing else in her world now, except the smell that she desperately wanted to inhale and the royal rump entombing her.

Eventually however her breath gave out as she screamed into Luna’s bottom, writhing and kicking, desperate for air. The princess obliged, but only slightly, with her derrière just high enough to get air, but still resting on Rarity's face, leaving her to breath in her scent.

“So, how was it?” Asked Luna, smiling down on the breathless mare.

“That...” Rarity gasped “Was...oh my... it was... magic...”

“I hope you like it as much as we- sorry, I did.” said Luna, getting off the bed.

Rarity still wouldn't move, still getting over the princess of the moon sitting on her face. “Can we do that again someday?” Rarity pleaded “Oh that was quite possibly the highlight of this year, no, my entire life! Can we? Please?” She finally found the strength to peel herself off the bed, shooting the princess puppy eyes.

“Tell you what, when you come with a new outfit, we can try it out again.” Luna said, giving a wink to the mare.

Rarity then made very strange noises that built up in volume before erupting into a squeal of delight. “Oh thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!” Rarity squealed, kissing Luna's fore-hooves in respect over and over again, then, feeling extra mischievous and giddy, she planted a big fat kiss right on her flank before giggling like a little filly out the door in a blur of white.

The unicorn sprinted out of the castle towards the shops.No time for rest, no time for anything. Rarity's mind raced with possibilities of new outfits to see Luna in, new materials to be underneath and breath in. She was on the biggest high of her life and no pony was going to stop her!

Chaps, she eventually decided on. Butt-less chaps.

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Tales of a Nightguard

And another uneventful night shift starts for you. One would think being part of the royal guards would mean action and excitement on a daily basis or at least weekly. You even started taking night shifts but those were even quieter. Sure, when Canterlot gets attacked by Discord or changelings there´s something to do, but those rare occurances occure rarely. Only thing keeping the shifts even remotely entertaining is--

"Guys, the Luna guards are getting chosen!"

Right on time! As on cue, you and the other stallions in the room storm outside to form a line of guard ponies. After a synched salute the sudden commotion turns into dead silence. As you have your chin raised and stare into the distance you hear faint steps coming your way. Slowly and steadily they come your way.

Not trying to lose your grace you try eyeing at the nearing pony, though simply watching out of the corner of your eye does barely give you any more interesting to look at. It being night makes the attempt even more fruitless. With a sigh you admit defeat and just picture the approaching pony princess. That´s probably what most of your comrades do anyway.

So, where to start? Her lucious etherial flowing mane? The natural cute expression in her face? The reflection of the starry sky in her huge blue eyes? Yeah, yeah, those were all good assets, but the best one has gotta be... well, her butt. There´s no denying in it. Everypony knows the royal sisters got some serious junk in their trunks. If you´re more into the promiscuitive, seducing, sultry type, you´d dig Celestia. If you´re more into the cuter, more innocent type you´d usually tend to Luna. Either way you can´t go wrong with either. Just imagining her blue chubby cheeks shifting at every step. The perfectly round mounds of soft flesh rubbing against each other. Hmm~ Getting a hold of her royal blue and dive right into her--

“And this one.” a feminine voice snaps you out of your daydream.

“Wha-- err, me?!” you ask with a blush and baffled expression, trying to turn it into a nonchalant smirk. Yeah, yeah, YEEEAAH! Your mind runs a mile an hour. You get to be part of Princess Luna´s nightly guard, giving you plenty of opportunities to check out her a--

“No,” interrupts the royalty your thought train again, “the guard next to you.”

Well that´s been a kick in the guts. Seeing the pony referred to crack a grin your way doesn´t help you either. It doesn´t really add to the shame, you know it´s her choice so he has nothing to do with--fuck this guy! Hope he gets mauled by fucking Diamond Dogs!

“Besides,” the mare advises you, “you bedewed your face.”.

As the chosen ponies follow the rhytmically swaying blue hips, you wipe the trail of drool off of your face.

One of the remaining ponies points out to you the reason you were overlooked again: “You´re a bucking moron.”

Sigh. “Thanks Frank, that’s just what I needed right now.” You look over to get a last glimpse of hers, but the colts cover her behind so effectively you could might as well shoot at them and Luna wouldn´t notice.

“Guys,” an armored colt rushes at you, “we have intruders!”

“Intruders?” You ask. “What kind of?”

“Foreigners.”

That´s a pleasant change. Might be dragons. Might be terrorists. Agents? Whatever they are, thank Celestia it happened on your shift.

“What do you mean loitering?”

“A group of drunk beatniks sneaked their way into Canterlot.” You´re supervisor briefs you, “So far we only caught one of them.”

“...That is much less exciting than I expected.”

“Did you say something soldier?”

“No sir.” You sound saluting.

“Then get into the interrogation room and see if you can get more information out of the suspect.”

“Y-yes sir!” Well, an interrogation scene is not something everypony gets to do. Might be fun. In the movies it usually is. You prepare to dive into unknown waters.

You slowly and confidently push open the door, wearing sunglasses, equipped with a mug, and a cigarette hanging in the corner of your mouth. As you take an ocular scan of your suspect, you hear supressed laughter.

Something funny, miss? was what was on your mind but you simply adressed the elephant in the room. “You´re a gryphon?! Shiiiit, my friends won´t believe me when I tell them I spent the night with a gryphon lady.”

The gryphon stares perplexed at you, while you noticed that you totally lost your cool just there, but how could you blame yourself? Gryphons are such a bombshell species. Pretty much everycolt´s fantasy is it to bang at least one. And it´s not just the guys, even the mares want to be so gryphon they dress and behave like they were some. Only few get the curves and legs to even compare. It´s like someone wanted gryphons to be the sexier species from the get-go. If you wanna impress her you gotta toughen up. I mean, if I wanna get something out of her, then I gotta toughen up.

You ignore the last seconds and mutely sit down, facing the mystical hybrid. You place your mug on the table and take a deep breath before you exhale. You give her another ocular scan.

The things she could do with these talons. I mean a hoofjob is one thing, but a talonjob? You don´t even know if you could compare those two. The beak keeps you worried though. Wouldn´t that razor sharp beak shredder your thing? Hmmm... It still sounds somewhat intriguing.

“Yo, dipshit!” Once again does a female voice interrupt your fantasies. “If you wanna interrogate you need to say something!”

“Ah, ya... sorry.” You grab for pen and paper. “So, what´s your name?”

She replies with a sigh.

“... Something wrong?”

“Are you dweebs so half-assed that you don´t even need to read to get your jobs?”

You respond in clueless blinking.

She immediately gets irate and slams on the table. “It´s the only thing written on your notes!”

Yikes! She is short-tempered. You slowly grab that paper and read out what it says. “G-gilda.”

“So you dweebs can read. Guess you´re not a complete waste.” She deduces with a smile.

Worried about you making it through this interrogation unscathed you make sure not to ask anymore redundant questions. So, err... “What were you doing so close to the castle at night?”

“What do you think I did?”

“Dunno. Maybe you hate the royals and you wanted to spray some tag on the castle walls. “

“What a waste of time and life.”

“Yeah, tell me about it... So... you were just gonna hang out with some guys at night? What for?”

“To get wasted and fucked, Sherlock.”

“...Cool, cool.... Y-you serious?”

“You don´t get around much, do you?"

“M-my job really is keeping me from going out... lately." You hope she believes you that one. “So where are you friends now?"

“Fuck if I know! They heard you coming and that faggot tossed me on the ground and left. I hope those guys get hung."

“Equestria abolished death penalty."

“Still would´ve been fun to watch. Fucking pussy state."

You nod reluctantly as you wonder what else you could ask. The avian drops her head into her hands and sighs. “You have any clue where the others are? Maybe they--”

“You have a dick, right?”

Not sure if you understood the question right or where that even came from your reply is “Yes!”

She raises her head at you. “And you pones totally dig gryphons, right?”

You frantically nod.

“Then how about we skip the chit-chat and just get to the point?”

You´re not sure if she´s rusing you or being sincere so you ask “Why?”

“I came here to fuck not too chatter so eat me. Now!” The fowl suspect spreads her legs in a welcoming manner, emphasizing hereby on the “Now!”

As you try weighing out the cons and pros on ditching the interrogation and doing that chick, you barely notice how quickly the distance between the two of you decreased. You lunge lambenting at her pussy before you feel her talon wrap around your muzzle. “Nuh uh,” you hear the predator intervene, “you´re gonna rim me!” as she guides your mouth lower. You never tried rimming before. Isn´t it--Fuck it! Do you really need to rationalize everything? Just go with it for once.

You place your tongue under her tail and drag it across her asshole. It tasted far less intense than you expected. Not even that bad. As you go for seconds and thirds you hear her laugh: “I can´t believe you´re licking my ass”, her voice shaking as she says it almost turning into a croak, “you d-dweeb!”

As you start to get a hang of it a new aroma comes to your tongue. Sour. You look upwards to see her increasingly get wetter from your tonguejob. You aim higher to reap the fruits of your endeavours. She jerks as you slurp her pussy. It´s so cute to hear the mad beast from minutes ago now literally purr at your every move. You shut your eyes and let yourself merely get guided by her taste and your drive. Your lingua lunges smoothly into her folds, letting you feel her convulsions and anticipate the joy she must feel.

As you intend to dive deeper into the wet, you feel her grabbing around your face again and pulling it away. D-did you do something wrong? Your eyes open and as you look for answers you see the sultry seductress smirk at you. She tosses you on your back and grabs straight for your manhood. “I swear you guys got more cock than you deserve.”, she admires as her hand pumps steadily away.

You haven´t even noticed how aroused you got by eating her out, but the trail of pre -she skillfully uses to lube your cock with- doesn´t lie. And fuck! You were right. The talonjob is out of this world compared to hoofjobs. You sit up to admire the dexterity she uses to jerk you off with. Now you know why Lyra is digging hands so much. Unf~

You eagerly hump into her jerking motions. So close to the release. You feel her grip tighten and throw your head back. A ... sort of satisfied moan comes over your lips. As you check for Gilda ... she doesn´t look too happy either.

“Hey,” hissing in her harsh tone, “did I allow you to cum alone?”, her hand has tightened around your base, preventing you efficiently from blowing your load. A little light headed you watch her draw circles across your dick. That mix of pain the claws provide but tender, gentle pleasuring you get as she runs it over your tip. It really adds to the aftergloom.

As you manage to think straight again you conclude that her amazing reflexes, must have been the result of a good share of unrewarded nights. Well, “This won´t be one of those. “ you claim. You get up and mount that beddable bird-beast. With a grin she lets off of your cock and watches it spew the previous load. That should do as lube. You spread her warm furry cheeks and grind your stallionhood up her crevice. A deep long purr echoes through the room. Her soothing purrs sure help you know exactly what to do next. As for now, enjoying her massive ass wiggle back against your lap. Feeling her tush twerk around your member. God does she have control over her ass. It´s like her cushiony mounds are about to jerk you off.

You pull out of the grab and aim for her pucker. It warmly welcomes your cum-slicked rod. Oh sweet Celestia is she hot and tight. It may feel primitive but you can´t do other but groan as you thrust into her ass. Hearing Gilda moan underneath your thrust could have been motivation enough for you to pick up your pounding pace but you aren´t complaining. Gilda pushes herself off of the ground to let you go ballsdeep into her ass. Fuck! What a lady! What a feeling. What an ass!

You hear her voice shaking as much as her ass “C-c-cu-cum alreadyyyyy!” You don´t know if it´s the gentleman in you or you if just submissed to her but as she says those words you fill her rear up with what feels like a torrent of jizz. Her eagle-lioness-esque orgasm roar completyl overshadows your grunts. Maybe even for the better. As for now you collapse over her in the bliss of the moment. She throws you a voluptous look as she keeps wiggling her ass into your crotch. Probably eager to get even the last drops out of you. God do you feel cosy with her.

“Guess tonight wasn´t a complete waste.” She giggles at you.

You lay an arm around her and nod, “Right.”

“You guys don´t tape what happens in here, right?”

You look up to see the surveilance cam in the corner of the room. You smile and say “Nope.” before snuggling unto the tamed beast.

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Bad Moon Rising

Night had fallen over the central area of Equestria, wherein was located the grand palace of Canterlot. The darkness suited many figures, such as the party-lovers and nightclub denizens in the city proper, not to mention any number of romantic lovers who strolled the paths of the city. A few palace workers had a few late night rendezvous in mind around the imposing edifice, which was mostly still and silent under the canopy of stars.

The author that darkness, the grand Princess Luna, was hidden away from the gaze of her own night. She was ensconced in her private bedroom, with her heavy velvet curtains shut tight against the smoked glass, letting not a pinprick of external light penetrate the sanctity of her umbral realm.

It was not dark, however. She had grand braziers which could be lit, and had allowed the installation of muted electric lights. But that night she had seen fit to illuminate her great chamber with candles. Hundred of them. Thin, tall tapers, fat, squat votives, carven candles of several varieties, all of them seemingly scented, throwing off myriad wonderful aromas as well as the hundreds of points of flickering light.

The candles allowed the room to be seen, in the main, thought they revealed very little Most of the space was bare and blank, showing only polished basalt floor and the large canopy bed. The light also revealed Princess Luna herself. The princess of the night was decked out in dark-purple, diaphanous cloths, attached to her form by glittering silver jewelry studded with pieces of dark sapphire, lapis lazuli, turquoise and onyx. Every movement made the cloth flow, catching the candlelight along its filmy surface and creating a star-like glittering effect. Combined with her mane and tail the beautiful mare was awash in the glory of the night sky, like a living Milky Way.

Soft music emerged from the very air, created by Princess Luna's magic. It was a soft, sensual quality to it, soft pipes and tinkling bells. It was very Saddle Arabian. Indeed, it was not only the music and attire that was in the Saddle Arabian style. Luna's motions were clearly born of a deep study of the terpsichorean tradition of the region. Her movements were precise, but looked flowing and loose. She danced on four legs and on two, ever silent but forever letting the scarves sway, and letting her body flow like an inky river.

Primary in her performance was a quick spin, on four legs or two, which ended with her shaking her grand rear end. The plumped mounds, fed by rich food and sculpted carefully to be in the finest ancient noble tradition, jiggled beautifully. The full, ripe roundness resembled nothing so much as two of the ripest and juiciest melons ever grown by the hoof of pony. She swayed her hips with practiced ease, her fecund, fertility-goddess figure moving along in time, with the cheeks suffering only a small delay as their glorious fullness wobbled pleasantly.

She focused all her dancing skill on the motions of her scandalous hind end, spending much time on her hind legs and supported by flaps of her wings. She stepped her high hooves up and down in time, flexing the fattened fundament while she reached for the ceiling. The flexing and rolling jiggles continued as she slowly went back down to all fours, her high-stepping hind legs continuing the motions for several more cycles of tensing and releasing.

Following the cessation of the steps Luna began to bounce her rear in time with the magical music. Her legs were deft and her bottom precise, dropping and rising rapidly to create wild shockwaves through her derriere. The tumultuous flesh wobbled like a seismic event, but slowly settled back down as the music droned to a close and her whole body slowly went still.

She was actually panting, her performance having lasted for a goodly period or time. Sweat sheened on her royal coat, glistening in the candlelight and making her look all the more like the night sky, animated and made glorious flesh. She used her horn to slowly levitate over a tray filled with clay containers, all of them seemingly identical.

“Now... cometh the anointing. I do make holy this object of veneration. Taper and votive do make of this carnal lair a temple, and by this sweet chrism do I make of simple fundus a relic, that may be adored in all worshipful meaning,” Luna said in a lustful and husky whisper, while levitating up one of the small clay containers.

She tipped it over as it hovered above her rear end and gave a soft gasp and sigh when the thick liquid poured across the expanse of her ass. The oil was also scented, throwing up the scent of dark blackberries and musky spices. The sweat on her coat repelled the slowly flowing oil, making it fall along her thighs and hocks. A sudden caress of her own magic smeared the oil back up, mingling sweat and balm across the vast sweep of her rounded cheeks. More oil followed, with more magic smearing and spreading the viscous fluid along the expanse.

“A beautiful display... but observing is so cold and distant. Let me be a little hooves-on,” came the chuckling comment form Luna's audience. Up to her strolled a stallion, with a warm caramel-colored coat, mane and tail black as night and shining, both slicked back perfectly. His limbs were long and his gait loose. Even though hr was very well into his adulthood he moved with an oily grace, the sauntering strut of a con pony or grifter. On his flanks was the mark of a pristine red apple, with a cut-out wedge to show a sickly green within. Bad Apple, Luna's paramour.

“Aye, Sir Sauce, and it please you, place hooves 'pon th' object of your devotion and desire. You do defile and consecrate in equal measure. Omnia bene. 'Tis only as should be, that he who doth serve be permitted certain rights 'pon the wight he serveth,” Luna cooed, pushing her meaty mounds out and giving them a shake. The oiled ass almost sparkled as the candlelight caught the jiggling waves and threw reflections about.

“It is my pleasure to serve this great duty. To a booty. Booty duty. Indeed... this... this is a treasure to be served. Because as I serve, I am endlessly rewarded,” Bad Apple said, gently coming up to plant his hooves on the wide, broad pair of cheeks. His personal touch was no different from the magical smearing of oil and sweat but his caress was so much more appreciated. Hot, pleasured moans dripped from Luna's lips, and her front end slowly went down, to give proper prominence to her grand geluteus.

A few moments of slow massage, a few circling motions of his nimble hooves on the sweet flesh proved to be only a preliminary. He took up other containers of oil and sniffed them carefully. Black cherry. Wine. Blackcurrant. All of them mixed with the heady musk of exotic spices. He was shameless about his actions, pouring each in turn upon the plump and rounded cheeks.

His hooves pressed in firmly, barely finding purchase against the slicker and slicker mounds. He massaged all the same, working the scented oil into Luna's coat, doing as commanded, anointing her derriere like it was a holy relic. It certainly seemed to be one to him. The mingling of scents made the air grow dense, perfuming the environment like incense. Indeed, with all the scented candles and scented anointing oil the room had attained a divine odor.

The oil was running again, but not for lack of working it in properly. What could cling to Luna's coat and skin clung for dear life. What remained poured down her backside to spatter lightly on the floor. Through it all the loving hooves of Bad Apple pressed, rolled and massaged over the full broadness of her royal rump. He pushed and squeezed and even patted the healthy flesh, the oil making every small pat ring like a great, firm slap, which echoed around the great bedroom.

All of a sudden the restrained con pony let his leash slip. He stopped trying to be in control and quickly thrust his face between Luna's meaty moons. He shook his head as hard as he could, lightly nickering to motorboat her hind end. He kept pressing deeper and deeper between the proud and upthrust bottom, letting out loud, long, appreciative moans. He planted both hooves firmly on the twin mounds once he had reached bottom, most of his face nearly swallowed by the clutching press of warm, slick flesh.

After savoring the grip of Luna's butt around his snout, which 'hugged' his face with flexes and small motions, he squeezes his hooves in again. He did not move them in a circle, as he had for the massage, nor did he pull the cheeks apart as a kind of rhythmic pleasuring. He pressed them in tightly around his face, rubbing and rolling them up and down his blocky, male snout.

His tongue slipped out during the rolling grind of perfect princess flesh along his face, licking and flicking at the warm cleft. The oil had gotten everywhere, and each lick brought a wonderful melange of fruits and wine, with the light bitterness of spices and the salty bite of sweat. He flicked his tongue through her rear cleavage until he touched at her tight star. He was unafraid and unashamed, flicking his saliva-loaded tongue all over the tight sphincter. He ground and swirled around the pucker, practically flicking at each fold and grinding lightly against the very center.

Luna cried out a high, surprised squeal of pleasure, on the edge of using the Royal Canterlot voice. Her whole body shivered at the talented tongue dancing around the muscular pucker of her anus. The ring twitched and quivered in response while her healthy cheeks wobbled around against Bad Apple's cheeks, warmly helping him massage his face as he worked on pleasing her.

The pleasant, oil-enhanced rimming lasted for a while, but eventually ended when Bad Apple dragged his tongue and face down farther between Luna's cheeks, slurping the cleft firmly before intruding on her most sensitive spot. His quacksalver-quick tongue flicked repeatedly over the lips of Luna's sex, parting them, teasing between them, working them in a teasing frenzy until the speedy organ reached the exposed bulge of her clit.

She had winked the nerve bundle into the open, to present to her stallion of favor, as was the equine way. Thus exposed to the outside word it was suddenly coated in the running flows of scented oil, washed in Bad Apple's hot breath and then lavished with love and attention from his eager tongue. The snake-like pink muscle wound around the bulge and squeezed, pulling a tremendous whinney and moan from Luna's mouth, which ended with a hard snort.

Luna's hind end was set to motion right after the powerful jolt of pleasure ran through her. She shoved back, hard, not only pushing Bad Apple's face out of her fleshy cleft but tossing him back onto his own slender rear end and leaving him mostly on his back. His forehooves were tucked up to his chest and his rear legs were splayed out, while the look on his face hovered somewhere between bliss and a daze. “Wh-what was that?”

“You have teased enough. 'Twas our intent that this be a time of worship. Adoration be not placed 'pon ring nor chalice. 'Twas whole and sole to be this great collection of flesh. The mark of Popolo grasso, this healthy flesh, venerated. Your focus be wav'ring, mine eager servitor. As is proper, let now your goddess guide you on the right path,” Luna said, with a heavy, lustful voice, as she slowly backed up her backside.

The target of the full, slick and glistening cheeks was the standing spire long since dropped and hardened on Bad Apple's belly. It was a proud stallion tool, a credit to him. The long, lightly-pulsing flesh was tricolored, a dark caramel near the base, which led up to an irregular border where there was a pinkish tone, mostly around the medial ring, which then led to another irregular border that finished off the last of the shaft and the mushroom-shaped crown with a dark purple color, the oft-mentioned aubergine of Luna's delighted memories.

Her heavy hindquarters went back more and more, almost teasing in their approach. She shook them, bounced them, made every effort to set the deliciously-oiled flesh to wobbling. Then they came down, inch by inch until Luna was all but sitting on Bad Apple's stomach, and her soft, slick cheeks were enveloping the twitching length of his pole.

Luna flexed her ass repeatedly, providing a great pressure around the three-colored erection, sending a soft moan out of Bad Apple's mouth. A second, deeper, longer moan emerged as Luna started to slide, slowly and carefully, up and down along the trapped length. Her thick derriere pressed in on two sides of the bottom while the top was ground against his own belly.

She moved slowly, with great love and care, letting the crown and all the aubergine-toned portion be exposed, so that her soft moons were almost settling over his honeycrisp-sized stones, before sliding back up to cover the purplish top once more. Her own darker-purple flesh squeezed ground and shook it. She wiggled herself side-to-side occasionally, at the top and bottom of the strokes, to give the precum-spitting shaft a good bit of sensation.

Bad Apple was doing as he should have been before. His hooves were on the fattened swells of Luna's rear end, massaging the oily surface, moving in circles or pressing firmly down as appropriate, to both show her his love and to add to the pleasure of the hotdogging. He made good use of her buns, with thrusts as firm as he could give given his position. His moans and nickers of delight formed a sensual symphony, a hymn to carnality, a paean of pleasure, when mixed with Luna's more restrained and more regally-toned groans and sighs.

No stallion could hope to last for long under the pleasurable assault of such a perfectly-fattened and sculpted set of rear mounds. Bad Apple threw back his slick-maned head and gave a titanic whinney and nicker, mixed with a moaning cry of pleasure. His trembling pole, still held completely by Luna's rear, unleashed heavy blob after heavy blob of extra-heavy pony paste. The tight squeeze of he rear forced the cum flood to pour out around his shaft and onto his lap, or to ooze up through the oil-slickened cleft.

She pulled up and forward, just in time to catch the last few fitful spits of his climax, hot, white globs of semen clinging to the glistening surface of her twin moons. Once she was sure there was no more forthcoming she pulled forward more, breathing heavily and giving soft sighs. “Such adoration. Such an offering unto your goddess. Well do we do, to show you favor, as you to give such favor in return, in greater measure. Aye, do you prove the strength of your back in accordance to your inches.”

Bad Apple just laid there on his back, panting hard and groaning a bit as the echoes of pleasure form the conclusion of such a powerful orgasm started to fade. He sucked in a deep breath and then let out a long, slow sigh before he rolled over onto shaky hooves. “It was my pleasure... and yours too, I hope. But oh, I've made a mess out of a perfect relic.”

“Fear not and naught, mine ever-devoted servitor. 'Twas only your great zeal for your precious one that led to such small offense. Indeed, 'tis no offense to offer greater than might be expected. 'Tis but a telling of the depths of devotion. I am no idle idol, but may tend mine own relics,” Luna said, using her magic to pour more oil across her backside and using her magic to wipe it around, smearing both the oil and semen until her rear expanse was looking clean and shiny once more.

Bad Apple strolled slowly over to Luna's backside and pressed his cheek against one warm swell, rubbing affectionately and giving her a soft kiss on the tender surface. “I'll adore these generous relics until you have had enough.”

“Prove your boast, and well shall you show your earnest power,” Luna said, levitating a pile of pillows over to her. She threw herself upon them, settling comfortably upon the cushioned collection. She adjusted the distribution, so that her rear was lifted just slightly, and that there were plenty of extras, on which a supplicant might lay while giving worship to her darling derriere.

Bad Apple lay down comfortably, settling onto the pillows set for him. He rested his other cheek onto her cheek, the one of his not smeared most recently with oil. His lips were set just within the cleavage of her butt, to let him kiss the inner curve of the cheek not being used as a pillow. He kissed and licked, over and over, a more sedate mode of worship, showing devotion without desperation.

Luna let out a soft, loving sigh as she rested there, her soft bottom being tended to in a fashion she found delightful. Her horn glowed a bit, levitating over a quill, an inkwell and a piece of paper. The paper was a chart, showing a generic alicorn body, and the caption, Objects of Worship. The features shown all looked to have boxes drawn in beside them, in standard black ink.

There were check marks in the boxes beside many of the features, such as the head, horn, wings, belly and teats. She quickly checked off a space beside the bottom and smiled. She stroked the feather of the quill against her chin a moment before she drew a box beside the hooves, marking them for a future date.

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