Diaries of the Mare in the Moon

Diaries of The Mare In The Moon
Chapter 3
Three's A Crowd

Luna awoke to the black sky she had become so used to. Time was beginning to lose its meaning – a 'day' on the moon lasted around a month of what she now thought of as 'Equestria time', and it had taken some acclimatisation. The biggest difference was how cold the time spent in the dark became; her breath frosting in front of her eyes as she shivered into sleep. At least now she had someone she could be next to, snuggled close and sharing each other's warmth.

A few weeks had passed since their first coupling, but still their time awake was spent apart. Luna was consumed with planning her next creation, which had already spawned several failures that she tried not to think about. They were... messy. Her intentions were complex to say the least, and some trial and error was to be expected, even if she had to clean up afterwards. The nearby area was becoming increasingly pockmarked by the craters her spells gouged from the landscape.

Buzz, meanwhile, spent his waking hours foraging, exploring the wide expanse. While Luna found his behaviour completely irrational – the moon being barren in all regards – it seemed to make him happy and she left him to it.

The evenings were theirs. The perfect way to unwind, to keep that ever-threatening heat down and buried, satisfied. Alicorns had been known to remain in estrus for years if not impregnated. Luna supposed it was a small price to pay for near-immortality, especially when it made the sex as good as it did.

Her new project was not set to 'replace' Buzz. It was partly a way to occupy her time, to keep her from spending too much time with her own thoughts, and partly a way for her to fulfil certain fantasies that Buzz would never be able to. The image of Celestia with that sultry look, gesturing for her sister to come and please her, rose unbidden in Luna’s mind and she shook it away.

No, not that one.

Theoretically it would be possible once she succeeded, but Luna thought it best to bury that one deep, never to think about again if she could help it.

A sound nearby dragged Luna’s attention away from her scrawled notes, and she looked up to see Buzz bounding over. This was unusual; normally he would be absent until it was time to retire to sleep, whether or not Celestia’s sun still graced the ground with its caress.

“What is it?” Luna's tone was not unkindly, if anything betraying her concern about his strange behaviour. Buzz, however, seemed ecstatic.

Buzzzzzzzzzz!

She sighed. “That doesn't mean anything to me, you know that.”

In response Buzz flew back a few feet in the direction he had come from, before sitting and watching her intently.

“I don't understand. You're not doing that running away thing, are you? We’re not going through all that again.”

Buzz rolled his eyes. He took to the air, soaring over Luna’s head and landing astride her before physically pushing her with his head.

Realisation dawned. “You want me to go with you?”

He nodded enthusiastically, clopping his hooves together for added emphasis.

Returning to the scribble of her notes was an uninspiring prospect, and Buzz was nothing if not insistent. “Very well,” she sighed, though a smile played across her face. “It's not as though I'm getting anywhere with this. Lead on.”

***

It was impossible. Completely and utterly impossible, and yet Luna couldn't deny the evidence in front of her. Buzz had found a cave. He'd managed to lead her back to it with pinpoint accuracy, and despite only being a couple of hours walk from where they were living it was no wonder she had missed it in her own perfunctory exploration. Hidden behind a small ridge, it was all but invisible from their side. Even from the other direction it was easy to overlook, angled so steeply that unless you were standing on the very rim it could be dismissed as nothing more than a small patch of discoloured ground.

It was wide enough for three or four ponies to stand abreast without even brushing the sides, and tall enough for Luna to enter without even having to stoop her head. And, of course, it was dark. More than a few feet in and anypony would be unable to see even their hoof in front of their face, which was naturally why Buzz had brought her. He was pacing back and forth, leaving a mess of hoofprints at the cave's threshold. Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer than necessary, Luna sent the small charge of magic required into her horn, producing a bright orb that remained fixed to the tip. The light made a cone in front of them and Buzz dashed to its periphery, cantering excitedly along its edge. Together they advanced into the cave, leaving the light of the surface behind them, replaced by the orb's cold incandescence.

What surprised Luna perhaps the most was the cave's consistency. Despite how deep it went, it maintained its proportions, almost a perfect oval that descended towards the moon's centre. Thus it was unexpected when it came to an abrupt end, around two hundred metres down. So abrupt that Buzz, who had been running along the very edge of her light, galloped face first into the unforgiving rock.

Luna tried not to laugh, but when Buzz turned to her with a look of mortified dismay, nose lightly dusted with grey, she couldn't help it. He'd even left a mark on the wall.

After she'd composed herself, still holding back the odd escaping giggle, Luna moved to examine the wall more closely. It was a strange formation; to end so rapidly and with such a smooth, flat edifice. She raised a hoof to it and was confronted by a sudden sensation of dread. Something deep within her told her not to touch it. To leave it be. Turn around and go. Don't come back. She was about to do just that when Buzz pressed his own hoof firmly against its surface.

Nothing happened, and Luna chided herself on her foolishness. Buzz was fine, examining the dust the wall had left on his hoof. As if to prove to herself that she was being ridiculous, she lifted her hoof once more and held it against the rock. The effect was instantaneous. A spark, like static, jumped to her hoof and she shuddered spasmodically, eyes rolling back in their sockets as she collapsed, her light winking out. Buzz was left alone with an unconscious alicorn, deep underground and in the pitch black.

***

Luna's Moon Diary
Entry 107

Where to even begin?

Buzz came to me today, practically shaking with excitement, desperate for me to follow him to some unknown location. When I did, he led me to a cave that he'd discovered. I couldn't believe I'd missed such an obvious shelter, though I wonder now if there was perhaps some magical influence on my perceptual oversight.

We trekked into the cave and soon arrived at the end – a solid wall that sprung up from nowhere. Buzz actually ran into it, its appearance was so sudden. And yet, when I attempted to touch it, things became rather dangerous. I'd already been faced with an inexplicable fear, as if the wall was somehow harmful, but Buzz was able to interact with it without any ill effects and I assumed I could do the same.

That was a mistake. I realised the moment I pressed my hoof against it. I felt instantly drained, empty, and it was too much. Buzz, in a feat that still amazes me, had to drag me out of the cave in complete darkness. I assume he used the edges to lead him out, but all while pulling me behind him? I can only begin to imagine how terrible that ascent must have been.

When I recovered, I felt awful. Nauseated, head pounding, a hot sweat. It passed in time, but I have no desire to touch that wall again.

It's obvious what's down there. My soul; the sliver that is binding me here. Touching that wall must have been too close for the spell to allow, considering it an act of trying to free myself, hence the extreme aversion.

So, the positive is that I at least know where to begin in any escape attempts. On the other hoof, there is nothing I can do to get to it. My situation is only marginally better than before. It isn't as though I can get Buzz to dig there. It's still miles below that point, I'm sure, and it would take nothing short of an eternity for him to reach it.

Best to avoid it for now, I think, and focus my thoughts elsewhere. I'm close with my side project now, I can tell.

Soon.

***

Pages littered the ground in an uneven circle around the alicorn in the centre. Luna had worked tirelessly, drawing off all her magical knowledge in increasing efforts to complete her project. The craters had multiplied dramatically, moving farther and farther afield with each new failure. It sometimes struck her as incredible that she'd managed to form Buzz successfully at all, let alone on her first attempt.

Buzz himself was lying nearby, eyes closed, though whenever Luna cursed at the pages or threw another away they would crack open to make sure she was okay. Or, at least, as okay as she could be when this obsessed. Since the incident in the cave he hadn't left her side.

Luna swore furiously, crunching her current sheet into a ball and tossing it into an ever-growing pile behind her. The loose papers were her 'correct' workings, though she was unsure why she kept them. Those parts were committed to memory; it was the final detail that was keeping her back.

Creating a living creature was one thing. Creating one that can use magic, no matter how specific, was an entirely different beast.

Think. What did Buzz have that these failures don't?

She tried to remember making Buzz, wracking her mind for any answer, but none were forthcoming. Her memories from that time were a haze of lust and confusion. And that was it. That was the missing component.

Desperation.

Buzz had been born from the pure need she'd had. It had focused Luna, driven her entirely on to the task at hand. For that moment his creation had been the only thing that mattered, and so it was possible. She had done it because she had to.

And that meant the only possible way to recreate her success was to allow herself to get into that state again.

“Buzz?”

Obediently he trotted over, head bowed low in fear of another stream of expletives that she had previously issued to him as a way to vent her frustration. Instead, Luna gave him a long hug.

“I'm afraid our night-time endeavours are going to have to wait for a while.”

He cocked his head.

“It's nothing personal, I assure you. But it seems the missing link is my heat, and the need that accompanies it. I have to ask you to do something for me. Until I've succeeded with this, no matter how much I beg, you cannot satisfy me.”

Buzz was stunned. His expression suggested she would perhaps be better off re-evaluating the merits of giving up.

“Don't be like that. It'll be at most a few days. Just enough to get me desperate.”

This, funnily enough, did not inspire confidence in the sanity of her plan.

“Promise me.”

He shrugged.

“Buzz?”

With a final, indignant snort, Buzz turned and flew into the distance. Luna watched him go; a dwindling speck against the vastness of space. Around her lay the empty shells of her previous mistakes, and she couldn't help but feel she was making another one.

***

Luna's Moon Diary
Entry 108

I wonder if I've gone mad. It wouldn't surprise me.

I think I've found the solution to my project. When I made Buzz I was entrenched in the aggressive stages of estrus. Not only was that an incredible motivator, but I believe it also gave my magic higher levels of focus, and it was that which allowed me to create life.

I sincerely hope so, because I've ordered Buzz to leave me be until I have completed my work. If I am wrong, it's going to be a very long wait until hunger finally forces his hoof.

Still, I am at the point where it is all-or-nothing. Every new avenue draws a blank, and this is the last thing I can think of. Maybe what I'm attempting is impossible, but if not just think of the possibilities. They're endless. I'll admit, I'm getting excited just thinking about it.

...

I miss Buzz. Not just for... that, but for his company at night. I never had somepony to sleep next to in Canterlot – the stallions allocated to please me and Celestia were always quick to vacate after our sessions. I hope I'll be able to bring him back soon.

Maybe I should have asked for one more evening.

***

Luna's hoof found itself between her legs for what must have been at least the fourth time that day. It wasn't helping. If anything, the immeasurably brief period of near-lucidity that followed her orgasm only served to make returning to clouded thoughts even more unbearable.

It had been little over a week since Buzz's departure. Her days were filled with restless waiting, that continual ache in her loins impossible to ignore or distract. The nights were even worse. Sleep was all but unachievable, and once attained her dreams were just as bad.

Come here sister. Let me grant you release.

She shuddered. Why did that keep coming back?

Her single reprieve was that the moon was now in its night-phase. The air was much cooler – a blessing in her current state – and when she desired she could always see her stars. They did wonders to calm her, at least in spirit. Her body was more obstinate.

Desperation crawled across her mind, taking all of her restraint to not give in, to not go and find Buzz and make him calm her. Soon she wouldn’t even be able to stop that.

Enough is enough.

It was time. If she wasn't ready now she was never going to be. Already she was at the edges of what she could bear, far worse than during Buzz's incarnation. Luna located a spot, free from any existing craters. It wasn't that suddenly having a crater made the spell impossible, but she preferred to work away from the reminders of failure. Satisfied, she set about preparing.

Feel the spell, work it through you.

Tendrils of magic played through her body, rolling through her towards her horn, which began to shine as it filled.

Let it build. Let it build.

Infrequent sparks popped from the tip of her horn – pinpoints of light that winked out as they drifted towards the ground, like miniature fireworks. Her legs shook with the effort of holding that much raw power.

Nearly. Shape it now, make it into what you need.

Luna could imagine it vividly, almost to the point where she could have reached out and touched it. On the ground a circle began to carve its existence into the dust, an aurora of blue around the edges.

Three.

Her head felt so heavy. It would have been easy to just let it drop, let it go, but her heat forced her to keep going. She couldn't lose it now.

Two.

So close. It would all be worth it. It had to be worth it.

One.

Don't lose focus. It must be perfect.

Come here, sister…

Luna’s focus slipped at the last moment, the image of Celestia rising unbidden in her mind. The magic erupted from her horn, unguided and off-course, smashing into the rock in front of her and sending splintered fragments towards Luna’ face. She shielded herself with a hoof but still the pieces stung against her as her magic writhed in its new crater, entirely out of control.

Its whirling slowed and ceased, and now Luna was faced with her failure. A white pool of molten rock, steaming and bubbling, an easily recognisable orange sun emblazoned on the surface.

Panic seized her. She’d left it too late. Too long, taken it too far. She could no longer focus, couldn’t control her urges. Luna needed to be rutted. Everything else was meaningless now, useless background noise – not worth thinking about until she’d gotten a stallion. And she knew exactly where to find one.

***

Slowly, quietly…

Luna kept her breathing as silent as she could, but it took everything just to keep her from panting. Her body was on fire, each movement bringing with it a deep ache that only one thing could cure.

Ahead of her was her quarry: Buzz, lying slumped against a rock and absent-mindedly throwing pebbles towards the horizon. Closer and closer she crept, carefully placing each hoof, trying and failing to block out her gnawing need. The distraction proving too much, she misstepped, her hoof pressing down on a rock with a loud crunch.

Buzz turned at the sound, and when he saw Luna his face lit up at her return. And then he saw her expression; barely a semblance of herself left. His smile dropped, wings unfurling as he leapt into the sky in a panic.

With a snarl, Luna’s magic bound his hooves, holding him still while he struggled, wings beating frantically in an attempt to escape. But slowly she dragged him back down to the ground, ignoring his protesting buzzes. She brought his squirming form face to face with her, trying to calm him down, but still he struggled. His panicked eyes locked with hers, and a cold chill ran down Luna’s spine at the sight of her reflection in them, teeth bared in a terrifying grimace.

“What am I doing?” Luna didn’t even realise she’d spoken aloud.

She dropped him, and Buzz immediately took to the air, soaring off towards the horizon without looking back. Luna watched him go, making no attempt to follow even as the insistent warmth began to fill her. She would not let this beat her. She wouldn’t let it control her like that again.

***

Luna groaned, watching the stars above her and trying to think of something, anything, other than the aching want between her legs. It was hopeless; no matter what she did it commanded her entire attention, unable to even move without it flaring up again.

She often found herself thinking of Buzz, how easy it would be to just have him rut her, but the memory of his fearful stare and frantic struggles were enough to keep her from seeking him out. There was only one solution Luna would accept: her spell’s success.

She had to do it now. If she didn’t she might lose herself again, and Luna didn’t know if she could come back from it a second time. Her horn flickered uncertainly into life, her shaking body using all its energy to keep it there. Another circle burned into the dust as she gasped with effort, forcing herself to continue.

Steady. Focus.

The ring in front of her glowed, bright and blue as Luna shaped the spell in her mind. Her heat constantly tried to distract her, but this time was different. This time instead of fighting it she let it guide her, channeling it.

The circle began to spin again, faster and faster as Luna built up her spell, making her need into a tool. This was her solution, her final answer to her inescapable lust, and it forced her into the pure concentration this demanded.

Now.

A flash, blinding and brilliant, erupted from the centre of the ring, releasing a shock-wave that flipped Luna off her hooves. She fell to the ground, listening to the rumble as her spell bore into the dirt; carving, reshaping, creating.

The light was so bright that anypony in Equestria looking in the direction of the new moon would have seen a small twinkle, like a star that had only appeared for a few seconds. Luna was forced to shield her eyes. There was nothing else she could do now other than wait for it to be over. The spell had been released; there was no changing her mind now. She had given it her all, and had to hope that was enough.

The cacophony subsided, leaving Luna in silence with this fateful moment. Waiting to open her eyes and see the result. She didn't know how she'd react if she'd failed again. She didn't know how she'd react if she hadn't.

It took all of her willpower to crack her eyes open. Blue ones stared into her own, and for a fraction of a moment she thought Buzz had come back. He had not.

Her new creation was similar in many ways – same insect eyes, same short fangs, same translucent wings – but different in many others. For a start, he was jet black. Where Buzz had a pair of antennae, this creature had a crooked horn, stunted but recognisable. His legs appeared almost broken, holes and dents in their otherwise armour-like surface. And finally, unlike Buzz, this creature displayed no hint of fear. He looked hungry. Predatory.

He was beautiful. At least as far as Luna and her irrepressible heat was concerned. She would have jumped him, then and there, but she had to make sure. She had to know if she'd done it.

“Change,” she murmured, breath catching in her throat. “Show me.”

He bowed his head, horn glowing a dark green. The bottom of his hooves began to change colour, white threads working their way up his body to his torso, spreading over his skin. A thick mane and tail sprouted, appearing as rapidly as his other changes. The irregularities in his legs closed and smoothed over, and a sheaf of gold ran itself over his back and head. The entire transformation took only seconds, and then in front of her stood one of the palace's numerous royal guards. She didn't know if it had taken on the guise of a specific one, or merely an amalgamation of all the ones she had seen over the years. What she did know was that the armour made him look ravishing.

“Guard?” Luna allowed herself to indulge in a little roleplaying. It was what her 'changeling' – a name she had decided on when she begun her project – was there for, after all.

“Yes, my princess?”

Oh, it was good to hear a voice other than her own. The changeling had adopted a gruff, masculine intonation that made her long to just pounce on him. But where was the fun in that? She had waited this long and, while sating herself was the forefront of her mind, she'd be damned if she wasn't going to savour this.

“Lie down,” she commanded. “On your back.”

“Uh... Of course, princess.” The guard (for treating it as a changeling spoiled the illusion) obliged her, presenting Luna with a view of his underside, including the member that was already starting to free itself from its sheath. This was going to be fun.

“What's that?” she asked, with a touch of incredulity. “Does such a simple order arouse you?”

“S-sorry princess, I can't help it. It's your-” The guard forced himself into silence, cutting short his near-insubordination. He closed his eyes – clearly trying to distract himself – but Luna stepped closer, smiling as he winced at her scent.

“My what? And do me the courtesy of looking at your princess when she addresses you.”

His eyes snapped open, wide and anxious. “Your... your...” He squirmed under her stare.

“Yes...?” Luna placed her hoof gently onto his stomach, and he whimpered a little at her touch. “Go on.”

“Your heat, princess.”

Luna's eyes widened in mock-horror. “You dare assume that I would lower myself to sleeping with one of my guards!?”

“N-no, princess! I only-”

“Don't lie to me.” Her voice cut across his, and the words died in his throat. “This,” she smacked his now nearly fully-erect shaft with the side of her hoof, “would beg to differ. Admit it,” she said, in a low growl. “The thought of taking me had crossed your mind, no? The thought of rutting me senseless, like a common harlot?”

“Princess, I... I...”

Luna stood over him, letting her scent fill the air around them even more. “I'm not hearing a no.”

“Yes!” His voice was shrill and frantic now. “Yes, I admit it! I'm sorry, it’s just too...” His sentence faded, shocked by his own admission.

“I see.” Her hoof traced lightly over his skin. “And was it good, in your imagination?”

“I don't...”

“The thought of fucking me.” She was gratified to see him flinch at her language. “Was I... good?”

“I...” The guard hesitated. No answer seemed like the correct one.

“Answer the question.” He was good at this, playing the part wonderfully. Already Luna could tell this was going to be more than worth it in the long run.

“Y-yes. It was good.” He was desperate now, lying helpless underneath her as her hoof continued to roam over his body.

“Do you have a wife? A marefriend, perhaps?”

“A-a marefriend...”

“And what would she say if she knew you were having such inappropriate thoughts about your princess?”

“Luna, p-please...”

“Forgetting my title now?” She rapped him on the nose with her free hoof. “I will only forgive that once.” Luna lowered her body down against his, feeling his hardness press against her abdomen. He moaned from the contact. “Feeling so good from so little?”

He nodded.

“Hmph.” She began to rub up against him, feeling his cock running against her skin. “And when you fuck your marefriend, do you secretly fantasise about me? That- nnn.” Luna bit back a gasp, her imagination getting the better of her. “That it's me you're rutting?”

“N-no... Ah!” He couldn't stop the cry from escaping.

Luna smiled – a cat-like grin. “We'll have to change that.”

Perfectly positioned above him, she surrounded his member with magic, aligning it with her entrance.

“I am in charge,” she reminded, her magic tightening briefly around him. He groaned, whether in pleasure or pain Luna couldn’t tell. She didn’t really care. “I set the pace. If you move, or make any attempt to take control, there will be consequences.” She bent down to whisper in his ear. “As of now you are nothing but my toy. Do behave yourself.”

The guard gulped at the terrifying edge underlying her words, but the worry evaporated from his face as Luna lowered herself onto him. Her lips parted, welcoming him inside her, shuddering as she dropped down. She relished every last moment of it, moving down agonisingly slowly for the stallion, writhing on every new inch that entered her, finally hilting with a delighted shiver.

More than a week's pent up frustrations seemed to leave her body, even from just that initial penetration, the intense fire within her fading as his length twitched inside her. She took great pleasure in the consternation on his face, his hips wiggling beneath her as he fought down the urge to thrust.

Luna began to gyrate against him, drawing her own pleasure while unconcerned with his. And pleasure was abundant. She had thought her time with Buzz was intense, but that had only been a couple of days. With Buzz they had been like a pair of horny teenagers; fast, dirty and rough. Here she was fixated on drawn-out pleasure, eking out all that could be had. Slow, but intense.

Her walls tightened and relaxed around him as she finally began to slide herself up his length, dropping back down with a lewd moan. To his credit the guard remained motionless, though his hooves ground against the dirt, desperate to place themselves around her waist.

Luna couldn't let him have that. Some ponies preferred to drop the act midway through, allowing a role-reversal as their façade crumbles under the pleasure. She did not – Nightmare Moon would never submit, especially not to a lowly guard. Once the roles were set, you could be damn sure that was how it would end; with her on top.

He was getting close, she could tell by his half-lidded eyes and short breaths. “Don't you dare!”

“But-”

“Not until I'm satisfied.” Luna didn’t leave room for debate.

He swallowed, eyes scrunched tightly shut, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. Fortunately, Luna was not far herself.

The revival of her power over ponies, coupled with her built up lust, drove Luna to an early orgasm. She didn't cry out, she simply tensed above him, shuddering as the waves blasted through her, a deep sigh her only utterance. When she was able to relax, she dipped her head once more and whispered a single word. “Come.”

He didn't need telling twice. Sticky ropes flooded her, quelling the hot fire that had burned inside for the previous week. The pony beneath her collapsed, limbs weak and useless, and she could not resist one final jibe. “I doubt you'll ever enjoy your marefriend the same way again.”

She levered herself of the insensate guard and lay down next to him, curling up. As the colouring faded from his coat, back to that depthless black, Luna found she didn't want to hold her changeling.

It wasn't the same.