Diaries of the Mare in the Moon

Diaries of The Mare In The Moon
Chapter 2
Curiosity

The dust clouds settled, and in the centre lay Luna’s creation. The creature was pure white, its exterior hard and chitinous. Insectile eyes stared at her, unblinking, and short fangs poked out of its mouth. Roughly the size and shape of a regular pony, it had several notable differences. Aside from the eyes and fangs, there were two antennae atop its head, and folded over its back was a pair of translucent, blue-green wings. It wasn't quite what Luna had been aiming for, but it was close enough. Provided it had the right... functions.

She took a nervous step nearer, and it made an equal step back. She tried again – a step forward, a mirrored step back. Testing, she took a pace backwards. The creature stayed where it was, head tilted as a dog might watch its master, and Luna bit back a frustrated yell.

This wasn’t getting her anywhere. She burst into a gallop, charging full speed at the creature, his eyes widening in surprise. He was fast – incredibly so – zipping backwards with his wings as quickly as she could run.

Desperate now, Luna filled her horn with magic, holding her creation fast. It made an angry buzzing noise low in its throat as she pulled it closer, restrained to the point where movement was impossible. Its eyes were wide and panicked, but through the haze of her heat Luna didn’t even register its fear. All she could see was the solution to alleviate the aching need between her legs. But even this close all it did was buzz, filling her ears with incessant noise.

“Shut up!”

It did not.

“I command you, as your creator, be silent!”

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Luna turned, revealing herself to the creature. Her musk had been following her all day, potent and almost unbearable. Presenting herself to the creature, she could only imagine the overpowering scent he would be subjected to. Any stallion would have been unable to resist, but this creature was far from a pony.

Except it had stopped buzzing.

“This is all I want,” she told it, a pleading edge in her voice. She didn’t even know if it could understand her, but a wet mare bending over with tail held high should be universal as far as language barriers were concerned. “I’m going to let you go now,” she said, “and when I do, all you have to do is rut me. I’m not asking for much. In fact, you should consider yourself incredibly fortunate that a Princess is offering herself to you.” Luna couldn’t help but let her imagination run a little wild. “Offering herself for you to take her all night long, filling her up. You’re not worthy of me but I’m here asking and oh just rut me already!” She dropped him and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Expected intercourse not forthcoming, Luna peered over her shoulder to see what was keeping it. The creature was sitting a short distance from her, watching with the same nervous curiosity as before. With a furious hoof-stomp, Luna gave up.

***

In lieu of another incomprehensible diary entry, Luna opted for bed. It was a long time before she managed to steal brief snatches of rest, and when she did her dreams were as vivid as the previous evening's, if less coherent.

She dreamed of corridors; walking slowly through them as the walls bent and warped. She couldn't see the hallway’s end, and if she looked behind her she couldn't see where it had begun.

She dreamed of floating amongst lights, pinpoints drifting around her. After a time she realised they were stars.

And finally she dreamed of mouths. Innumerable, and peppering her body with kisses. One drifted between her legs, and oh did that feel good, even if it reminded her horribly of her heat. Its tongue drove into her, just as she had done to Celestia...

Luna woke in a hot sweat. As always when emerging from dreams straight into reality, some things lingered. Notably the feeling of that tongue against her, lapping at her soaked marehood. She hoped it would remain for as long as possible while consciousness asserted itself, and miraculously it did. For too long; far too long to be remnants of sleeping imagination.

The creature was between her legs, his long tongue pressing against her, delving between her warm folds.

Luna found herself presented with a choice. She could let it know she was awake and risk scaring it off, or pretend to still be asleep and simply let it carry on. She chose the latter, laying her head back down as quietly as she could.

He hadn't noticed her, so engrossed was he in his task. His tongue worked long strokes over her, dipping in to press against her inner walls with every few passes. It was inexperienced, running mostly on instinct, but still managed to force Luna into holding back gasps. In her current state that was probably less difficult than usual.

His hot breath ran over her opening as he explored her completely, pleasurable shivers running over her skin. The creature glanced upwards, but although Luna was far past feigning sleep intentionally, in her state of bliss with eyes shut and tongue lolling he couldn't tell she was most definitely wide awake.

As he returned to her, Luna felt her orgasm looming; a great wave ready to crash over her. She couldn't hold back the moan, and the creature hesitated.

Calm down Luna don't scare it off not now you're so close.

She gave no further signs of alertness (easier said than done), but the seconds ticked past with no further contact.

Please please don't leave me now my hoof won't be the same I really need this.

As if in answer to her pleas, his tongue returned to her, and combined with the tense wait, it proved too much. She shouted in wordless bliss as pleasure soared through her, lifting her up and bringing an incredible feeling of weightlessness. Even a single day unsatisfied in an alicorn's heat was nigh on unbearable, and this feeling of release was incomparable to any orgasm she had ever experienced before.

Except it still wasn't enough. She still hadn't been rutted. She needed him to fuck her, to finish inside her and fill her. Even just thinking about it made that deep ache return in full force.

When she looked up she found her cries had startled it. He had skittered away and was sitting as he had the day before; a short distance from her and watching as if she might suddenly pounce on him. If she was perfectly honest with herself, she had half a mind to do just that. As she contemplated, a far better idea surfaced.

Luna had every intention of sating herself before the night was through.

***

Luna's Moon Diary
Entry 65

My spell was a success, of sorts. I didn't manage to create a complete pony, but at least something approximating one. However, I cannot get him to rut me.

At first I tried brute force, which merely frightened it. A scared male is hardly primed for sexual congress. And yet this evening while I slept he crept up on me and... well. He managed to do enough to clear my head, and now I'm able to hold the quill at least somewhat steadily, though it won't last.

I was loud during our earlier activities, and I fear I frightened him. However, it did give me an idea. I'm going to wait until he falls asleep, and then I'm going to repay him in kind for his earlier commitment.

Hopefully, with a few tricks up my proverbial sleeve, I'll be able to convince him I'm not dangerous, and a few other things besides.

Wish me luck.

***

It didn't take long for Luna to find him, slumbering in the crater he had come from. The blue glow of magic around her hooves kept her silent as she drew nearer, carefully picking her way down the slope.

This close to him for the first time, Luna was able to truly appreciate her creation, running a hoof over his flank. His exterior was as hard as stone but warm and smooth, as if it had been polished. His fangs, while small, were sharp as razors. She couldn't remember exactly why she'd given him those; they must have seemed like a good idea at the time, but her memory was decidedly cloudy. It wasn't like it needed them to eat.

Luna prided herself on her ingenuity where it came to feeding. She had struggled with that for a while – there was no obvious food source on the barren surface – but after a few minutes she had realised there was an obvious abundance of energy. Her. The creature was designed to feed off her own power, mostly during intercourse, which had probably drawn it to her earlier. Well, that and the overpowering scent of a mare in heat. An alicorn in heat, no less.

Breathing was unnecessary; its survival depended on that. His functions were sustained not by oxygen, but by her own energy that he would take. It was a perfect design. Luna wouldn't have settled for anything less.

Enough admiring.

Luna's body was beginning to remind her why she had made him in the first place; her mind hazing over once more with incapacitating need. Sleeping on his side provided her with a perfect avenue of attack, and she tiptoed round to his hooves before settling herself beside him.

Hesitantly she began to nuzzle against his underside, keeping below his waist. Luna had never done this before; the stallions in the castle were only there to service her, and it wouldn't even be considered to have her pleasure them. But really, how hard could it be?

Her light touches had not gone unnoticed, his member freeing from its sheath and hardening in front of her. Luna was relieved to see it was virtually identical to a pony's. Given her earlier, addled state, she wouldn't have been surprised to find she had given it an enormous tentacle instead. Even now she could see that having its benefits...

Stop that. Focus.

After a deep preparatory breath, Luna gave his shaft a long lick from base to tip. Almost immediately the creature reacted, hind legs stretching as he gave a drawn-out sigh. But he hadn't woken up. More carefully this time, Luna tried again, starting low and working her way up with her tongue, slowly and gently, teasing as much of him as she could.

When she reached the tip once more, Luna opened her mouth wide and took him in. It was a struggle. The wide head was difficult to get in in one motion, and she had to pull back, fighting off the urge to cough. Her second attempt was more successful; prepared for his size she was able to take him with relative ease.

He shifted slightly, and in panic she looked up, hoping against hope that he wasn't awake. It was awkward enough as it was, and she suddenly felt a great deal of sympathy for surprising him earlier. His eyes were still closed, though now the hint of a smile played around the corners of his mouth.

Luna resumed her task, trying to move her head down as far as possible before pulling back, tongue rolling around his shaft as she did so. She hated being so inexperienced, but without him being awake she couldn't rely on his reactions to guide her, instead having to simply guess at what would feel pleasurable.

It can't be long now, she thought, the first salty drops of precum in her mouth. And if she hadn't made the mistake of looking up at that exact moment, it probably wouldn't have been. Blue eyes stared straight into her own. There was a long pause, both of them horrified at being caught, before they broke apart simultaneously and began shouting at each other. At least, Luna was shouting. The creature simply buzzed its strange vocalisations.

“How dare you take advantage of me like that!? The second you were awake you should have informed me!”

Buzzzzzzzzzzzz.

“That was completely different! I'm in heat, I can't control myself!”

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

“I was trying to stop you running off every time I got close to you.”

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz?

Luna continued in a quieter tone. “I suppose it did work, didn't it?” It was no longer dashing away in fright, staying close in their one-sided verbal conflict. She cleared her throat “I believe we should be properly introduced, now that we've become so well acquainted. I...” She paused for effect. “Am Princess Luna, rightful heir to Equestria, and your creator.” Its face was blank, thoroughly unimpressed by her 'grand reveal'. She tried a different tactic. “What is your name?”

The creature tilted its head again, which Luna found rather endearing.

“Of course. You don't have one, do you? We'll have to rectify that; I can't just call you 'creature'.” She thought for a moment. Name, name, name... The answer was so obvious she couldn't help but smile. “What do you think of 'Buzz'?”

The creature gave a few excited hops in clear indication of approval. It seemed 'Buzz' was perfectly capable of understanding her, even if he couldn't speak.

“Very well,” said Luna. “Buzz it is.”

Buzz nodded, before returning to watching her expectantly. Luna, however, found herself distracted. She'd become transfixed on what lay between his hind legs, remembering why she'd come to him in the first place. Her mind was starting to fuzz again, imagining all sorts of lurid fantasies that would never have crossed her thoughts were it not for the heat plaguing her body.

Buzz followed her line of sight, dipping his head down to look between his legs as if he'd entirely forgotten the events of a few minutes earlier. When he came back up he was presented with a faceful of Luna, whose instinct had taken the opportunity, bending over in front of him.

Looking over her shoulder, Luna could see the exact moment Buzz’s restraint dissolved, the heady scent of her need and her earlier teasing crushing it completely. And by now he had to be getting hungry. With no hint of fear he lunged at her, nothing between him and his prize.

He buried his muzzle into her and Luna quivered at his new-found eagerness, even though this teasing was just as unbearable as before, if not worse. His tongue dove into her, needing to taste as much of her as he could, the heady scent of her need hanging thick in the air.

“Fuck me already!” she yelled, astonishing even herself at her uncouth language. Heat really did make mares go crazy, especially when their desires were flaunted so openly next to them.

Luna didn't have to wait. She felt Buzz's weight above as he mounted her, felt him press clumsily into her backside before he took a moment to align himself properly.

Come on come on come on come on come on.

And then, with a quick, strong thrust, he was inside her.

Ohgodyes

She clamped down around his length that filled her so completely, her sensitive walls that had been begging for a stallion finally taking their prize. Luna couldn’t suppress a shudder as he drew his hips away, feeling his cock slide back past her oh so sensitive opening until he was nearly all the way out.

Her body yearned for him to return, the heat making her feel so empty as he paused there. She squeezed his flared tip desperately, her needy pants belying the urge to scream at him to get on with it.

And get on with it he did, pushing inside her once more, Luna’s mind blanking at her heat’s fulfilment. Every sensation was heightened; she could feel every single wondrous inch as he slid back into her, this time slowly enough for her to fully enjoy it. When he settled into a rhythm Luna thought she might pass out, so overwhelming was the satiation of her lust, her wanton cries ringing in her own ears.

Every nerve ending was on fire, each of Buzz's thrusts making her gasp and moan like it didn't matter that she was a princess, like it didn't matter that she was one of the most powerful creatures in the world. It didn't even matter that Buzz was for all intents and purposes incompatible; her body didn't know that. She was a mare being rutted by a full-blooded stallion (or at least an equivalent) and that was all that would ever matter.

Buzz's member pushed deep into her, gliding easily past her tight opening. Each time he pushed inwards she would welcome him, walls clenching around him and holding tight as he pulled back, trying to keep him there as long as possible before he inevitably entered back in, nearly always eliciting another small moan from Luna. Buzz himself was silent, his namesake proving to be unreliable when preoccupied. Luna found a small and mischievous part of her wishing he would buzz; her imagination assured her that would feel incredible, but in her current euphoria perhaps it would be a bit too much.

Luna's first orgasm came quickly, though with the unbelievable pleasure she was already experiencing it was a minor bump in comparison. Rather than crashing over her, this one simply doused her, only really noticeable by a few moments of even further heightened sensitivity. It was a lot more obvious for Buzz, her excitement splashing back against him. It only served to spur him on, faster and harder than his already formidable pace.

He didn't tire, each thrust pulling more energy from her indomitable lust, only gaining strength each time his hips smacked against her rump. For an alicorn as powerful as Luna it was unnoticeable, but if Buzz’s quickening pace was any indication, for him it was intensely invigorating. And now his pushes into her were growing more erratic, his hooves around her pressing tighter against her skin, clutching against her as he reached his last, desperate bucks.

Luna felt his pace quicken for the last time and braced herself. He didn't disappoint, his member pulsing briefly before his seed exploded into her.

Wave after wave filled her, pouring into her fertile body. Buzz stomped his hind leg, giving a bestial growl in her ear, each spurt accompanied by a shudder above her. And with her need to mate finally, wonderfully fulfilled, Luna was driven to her second orgasm, sent soaring once more. Her legs quaked as she screamed out, the waves of her climax smashing down on her thoughts and leaving her with nothing but the fiery pleasure that burned through her. She could feel her heart smashing against her ribcage, feel the blood pumping in her veins, the warmth it carried through her body. She was alive; incredibly, beautifully alive, sharing this moment with the creature she had gifted life to.

Her knees gave out, and she and Buzz fell into a trembling heap of limbs and sweat and sex. The stars above twinkled as Luna slid into a beautiful dreamless sleep.

***

Luna's Moon Diary
Entry 66

I am myself again. For how long I cannot say, but it is wonderful to have full control of my senses.

After some brief 'negotiations', I was able to convince the creature of my affability. I have named him Buzz. A fitting title, and one he wears with pride. He proved more than capable of satisfying me – a testament to my own abilities – and right now he is off wandering the surface. It seems to calm him.

There is, admittedly, a small language barrier. While he can comprehend my every word, other than his odd buzzing he is entirely incapable of speech. More often than not it is possible to at least determine the gist of his comments, but if more complicated interaction is required it may prove to be an obstacle.

Perhaps I will try again, now that I am able to concentrate more. I already have some plans and additions that I think would prove quite... delectable, the next time I require alleviation.

Oh, and I have to escape. Can't forget that.