Upon the stars
a clopfic by Random Blank
The meteor shower season. It always made me more depressed than I am usually. Many ponies would come out, and they would watch my night sky. They would adore its beauty, as I always desired. And they’d make wishes upon the falling stars.
I shook another hoofful of stars to fall.
And there followed the wishes.
“I wish my wife was alive.”
I’m sorry.
“I wish I was more smart.”
I can’t change who you are.
“I want a beautiful colt to fall in love with me”
Not again. I’m powerless with these!
“I just wish for more nights like this.”
Oh, one I can fulfil. There will be more. At least two before the shower is due to end this year.
“I wish my son grows up to be a brave, strong pony.”
I wish you all the best, but that’s not my call.
“I wish to go to the Moon.”
No, you don’t, trust me.
“I wish I could embark on a ship and see foreign lands.”
Not my call again.
“I wish my grandmother would die at last, the old crone!”
You disgust me.
“I wish I wasn’t such a failure.”
What can I do?
“I wish I knew what Zebra lands look like.”
This I can do. You will dream of them tonight.
“I wish Daring Do was real”
Beyond my power.
“I wish it rained chocolate milk again.”
But more than a few don’t.
“I wish she came back to me.”
I’m sorry.
So many wishes. So few of them I could fulfill. So many true, important wishes and I was powerless about them.
I would shake some more stars down later. For now, a little break.
I walked up to the wide alabaster balcony rail. A tray with two tiny, beautiful porcelain cups and a pot filled with hot coffee waited for me on the rail, in the usual place. I breathed the aroma in.
Two cups. I think the servants hate me. They always bring two cups. Just to rub it in. No, they don’t really hate me, but they are scared. I can see their fear, by how they curl their ears. I try to be gentle, nice to them, but they shy away. I tried. I learned the modern language. I curbed my Royal Canterlot Voice. I try to look non-threatening. All in vain. I... just don’t know what I’m doing wrong!
Anyway, why two cups?
I asked a maid once. “In case somepony... the Princess...” the maid stuttered “Princess Celestia comes to join you.”
She did, twice, but only briefly. She never tried the coffee, she’s definitely a tea person. We exchanged platitudes. We tried to talk. But she was tired after a long day, and I could see her struggle to stay focused. She really tried, but I sent her to bed. My sister is a diurnal creature. Our schedules really keep us apart. And she really takes all the burden of governing the land. I try to help, but ponies... prefer to do business during the day too.
I filled the cup from the pot and lifted it to my lips. At least the coffee isn’t so bad.
I took a little sip, watching the palace gardens and the starry sky above.
One more star, a dim, far and old one blinked uncertainly, I gave it a gentle nudge and it fell, burning brightly. Let it be one I can do something about, I thought.
“I wish Princess Luna would fall in love with me.”
What?!
I sputtered the coffee and the cup fell, I managed to save it from shattering but not the content from spilling... right on my leg. Ouch, hot! I need something cold on this!
No, wait! Find that pony before the trace fades! Where is he? The trace is almost cold, please, don’t vanish! Please, please, let me find you!
My mind dashed along the quickly fading magical string as it led me far beyond borders of Equestria. I can’t do this! So far, so bleak the line. Gone. Lost.
I was so frustrated I could scream. For a moment I felt like clustering all the remaining stars into one enormous fiery ball of death and plunging it against the surface of the world to end my misery. But instead, just a small sigh escaped my throat.
Back to my work. Many ponies are still waiting. I lay the cup on the tray and cast a soothing spell on my leg. A quick selection of stars, and a gentle nudge.
“I wish for a scooter.”
Your parents will give you one, I know.
“Please oh please, be safe my love!”
Not within my power.
“Don’t let the monsters come for me at night!”
Tonight you will have safe, beautiful dreams.
“Please, let me get that recipe just right!”
I think you should consult a cookbook instead of wishing upon a star...
“That flank. I want that flank.”
I just shook my head.
“I’m so sorry, I wish she forgave me.”
Not my call.
“I don’t want to be alone.”
Neither do I, but I know you’d cower in fear if I showed up. They all do.
“I want to join the Wonderbolts”
I’m not the right pony to ask.
“Please oh please, Princess Luna. I love you!”
My heart fluttered wildly and my mind darted along the fresh, bright trail, reaching the target effortlessly.
And I stumbled back. This wasn’t a handsome colt. This wasn’t a pony! I knew this creature from legends and old books. It was a human. A young, rather short male, dark short hair, slim, almost scrawny posture, some common dark clothes..Rather unimpressive but... I was long past judging others by appearances. I knew better than falling for sparkling smiles and impeccable manners. Still... not quite what I hoped for. Although, why not give him a chance? Why not give myself a chance?
He was alone on an empty, grassy hill outside of a weird city buzzing with machines cruising its streets. He was gazing at the sky, a pained expression on his face. “Why did I have to fall in love with a cartoon character?” he sighed. “Why do I even believe she’s real?”
Magic was weak here, its loom barely perceptible. If I arrived here whole, I’d be stuck. But I just let my awareness linger, then solidified a bit, made a ghostly, semi-transparent, barely touchable form for myself while my body was still anchored in Equestria.
“Because I am real.”
He turned to me, startled. His eyes widened. He fell to his knees and bowed his head to the ground.
No, no! Don’t fear me! Don’t be afraid of me! Please, don’t break my heart! The feeling choked my throat, I was unable to utter a word.
He raised head slowly, daring to throw me one glance. His eyes! His eyes were filled with joy!
“Princess...”
“Please, stand up.”
He didn’t, but he knelt up, looking in my eyes with elation I’d never seen in a live creature before.
“You are real.”
“I can’t stay here, in this world.”
“Take me with you!”
This was his world, his place, his life. I could not take this all away from him!
“I... can’t!”
I could see his cheer vanishing off his face.
“You can’t? But...”
I walked up to him and nuzzled his cheek gently.
“Why would you leave your life, your world, your friends, your family for the unknown? Equestria may seem beautiful and friendly, but it’s still a wild, dangerous land.”
“My life here is empty. Daily dreary, no chances, no perspectives. This world sucks all life out of me. I have... pals. Not real friends. My family - they almost don’t remember about me, they are too busy with themselves. Nothing holds me here. I wish I could live in Equestria.”
“But if I do... you won’t be able to return! I found this place only because you wished upon a star, and I won’t be able to return you here.”
The smile was returning to his face, turning into a wide grin. “Do I look like I care?”
“It will hurt bad.”
“That’s all right.”
“Are you completely sure you want this?”
“For a chance to be with you another moment longer? Of course!”
“Then get on my back!”
He stood up, then jumped on my back and hugged my neck tightly, as I solidified my form enough to be able to carry him.
I took up to the sky at insane speed.
“Wooohooo!”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, we’re about to leave the atmosphere.” I grinned to him.
“What?” he asked startled.
“I said it would hurt! Close your eyes and breathe all the air out!”
He clung to me tightly as I began to speed up enough to breach the barrier between the worlds.
* * *
“Ow, ow, it hurts!” he coughed heavily, curled in spasms on the floor of my chamber a few steps from the balcony.
“Don’t move for a moment and I’ll help you!” This was frustrating.
“But it hurts!”
“STOP MOVING!” I used my Royal Canterlot Voice and finally he froze. I applied my horn and neutralized the pain, then began pouring my magical energy to repair the lung damage, fix the bleeding eyes, close up the burst eardrum and stop hundreds of tiny bleedings all over his body.
He lay on the floor, breathing deeply.
“Ow.” he gasped out. “I didn’t expect it to hurt quite as much. And so soon.”
“Now tell me yet that you want to go back home.” I shook my head.
“No! Never!” His eyes were shooting back and forth around the room. ”This is the Best Thing Ever! Thank you, Princess! May I... hug you? Please?”
His enthusiasm was nice, but it still it worried me. “Are you afraid of me, that you need to ask for permission? And why do you call me by my title and not by my name?”
He stood up, made a step to me, then put his arms around my neck and pulled me close. He leaned to my ear. “I don’t. I could call you my treasure or the light of my life or my dearest. I choose to call you my princess, my dearest Luna.”
I leaned into his embrace. It still felt a little awkward. He wasn’t a pony. His shape was all weird. But I craved some physical contact, some closeness, so much. The last hug I received was during the Nightmare Night, nearly a year ago, and from a foal. So I soaked in the closeness, the care, feeling my heart melting in bliss. I pulled him close with my chin and rested my head on his shoulder.
We pulled back at last, minutes later. Only now I could think somewhat more clearly, when a little bit of my desperate ache for company was satisfied. I liked this guy but that’s why the thoughts hurt more. I lowered my head.
“We are both fools. There is no chance this could work. You aren’t even a pony. I brought naught but misery upon your head.”
“Then let’s make the best use of the little time we have together.”
I felt his hands on my chin, he raised my head and he kissed my mouth. Just the gentlest touch of his lips on mine. “What do you mean?” I gasped. My mind was racing in all directions, in one hoof he was right, if all was already lost, we could use this one night, hurry up and never hold back. On the other hoof, it was all going far too fast for me. I’m rather shy, rather conservative, rather timid... Even if my logic told me it was the best course of action, my body and my feelings would disagree. And he wasn’t even a pony! My feelings were a mess!
“Princess?... Luna?”
I felt his hand in my mane, touching my neck gently. His eyes sparkled, free of worries. I loved the mirth in his eyes. I could fall in love with eyes like these.
“Would you mind showing me... the night? Your night?”
What?
Of all the things...?
I... I can do this. I’d love to do this!
A smile returned to my lips and I led him to the balcony.
We stood next to each other and gazed at the sky.
I brought forth the shine of galaxies a little. The stars... I gave them more color. Silver lining on the edge of that cloud by the Moon. Waning Crescent, my favorite phase.
“Waning Crescent, my favorite phase,” he whispered.
“And now for the falling stars. Don’t make any wishes, they are for others.”
I raised my hoof and nudged.
The stars rained down.
“I hope Equestria will continue to prosper.”
It will.
“I want to be accepted into the school for talented unicorns so badly!”
And I’ve approved your application myself, yesterday.
“I wish ponies of Equestria trusted us a little more.”
Hey, Zebra prince, what about exchanging ambassadors? I’ll send you a note tomorrow.
“I wish to attend the Grand Galloping Gala!”
You brought this upon your head yourself, young lady! Added to the invitation list!
“I vish Fluttershy would come back to me.”
Why don’t you try to join her instead? You’ll dream of this idea tonight, photographer.
“I wish Princess Luna was more happy.”
Thank you, captain. I try, even if it won’t last, I try.
Huh? That went... much better than ever before!
I turned my face to my companion. The look on his face made me giggle.
“This... was beautiful” he gasped. “Nights of my world are nothing compared to this!”
“Oh, sometimes I slack off. Clouds, just generic night, I leave that be, then I read books until dawn. Tonight is a special show.”
“Do you ever do the Northern Lights? Aurora Borealis?”
“Sometimes, during the winter, yes. It really looks best against the snow.”
“I’ve never seen one. They almost never appear in my area of the world, and whenever they would, it was cloudy.”
“What a waste... It takes me hours to weave a big one, spanning half the sky. But I think I can whip out a small one just for you right now.”
I weaved the air, threaded the lightest waves in... draped it over the sky... It was rushed, very short, drooping by the edges, and with entirely too much green, but the human was awestruck.
“So what is your name?” I asked him, with a smile.
“Huh? My name? I’m... Wait, Luna... I don’t really like my name. Would you give me a new one?”
“Why? I mean... I’m sure it’s not bad!”
“No. It’s just generic. Bland. Give me a pony name. All pony names are pretty.”
“Like Filthy Rich?” I grinned.
“At least it’s interesting!”
“But by giving you a name... It will mean that...”
“...you claim me as yours. Right?”
“How did you know?”
“Our worlds share a lot of myths.”
“So, you want me to...”
“I trust you, Princess. I have no doubts.”
I tried to think of a reason to refuse, to request him to reveal his name, to somehow get out of the deal. I looked at his hopeful face. I gazed at my lame droopy aurora...
No, I will NOT name him Droopy Aurora! That would be mean! He trusts me!
“Northern Light. Do you want to be called Northern Light?”
“A wonderful name. I knew you would find something I’d love, Luna.”
“You don’t want to know what I thought up first. Maybe I’ll tease you with that sometime.” I smirked.
Ponies are waiting. A nudge. A rain of stars. A stream of wishes. Only two I couldn’t help with. One I’d pass to my sister. Three dreams. And one... They made me simultaneously angry and relieved. An abusive stallion was hurting a lonely filly, and threatened her to hurt her worse if she complains. She had no proofs. She would be powerless in the eyes of the law. And his revenge would be cruel. So she wished upon the star for justice. There were very few ponies like him, but a dozen or two cropped up over the thousand years of my sister’s merciful rule... I hoped I’d weed them all out within a decade or so, and make Equestria free of this disease again like in the times of the old.
I knocked on the floor with my hoof loudly, three times. Silent as night itself the officer of the Shadow Guard descended by my side on his leathery wings. He eyed the human suspiciously, and Northern Light was startled by the sight too.
“There is a problem to be solved silently, captain.” I said quietly. I lowered my head and touched my horn to his temple, pouring the necessary knowledge. The guard whickered quietly and took off into the night.
“What was that?” Light asked.
“I’m the princess of the night. I’m not always a nice pony. Sometimes... the wishes ask for justice. I can answer these, and serve a swift justice when my sister is... too soft. It’s never pleasant.”
I could see his deep frown. My head sunk low. Don’t hate me please!
“I didn’t know about this side of you... It makes me angry! How can she? Haven’t you suffered enough? Why does she have to get her dirty work done through your hooves?!”
Oh!
“Don’t be angry at Celestia! She doesn’t make me do it! She... she almost doesn’t approve. But when she tries to get things done her way, her soft and gentle way, innocent ponies sometimes get hurt. So she lets me get it solved my way.”
“But it hurts you... does it not?”
“Honestly?” I leaned to his ear. “Honestly, it makes me happy to have the scoundrels punished.”
I felt his hand on my chin and he guided my head to his mouth again. A softest kiss once more.
“Princess... you’re more beautiful than I imagined. I didn’t know you from this side, and I find it... magnificent!”
“Oh, stop with the flattery!” I smiled, though I blushed a little. “I’m a princess, it’s in my job description!”
“It only makes me love you all the more!”
“Oh come on.”
I nudged some more stars, but there were only like five wishes. I gave two nice dreams, the rest was beyond my power. The wishes would become more scarce as ponies were retiring to sleep.
“Coffee?” I pointed at the tray with the pair of cups. The pot kept the coffee magically warm.
“Yes, please!”
I felt elation while filling the two cups. That’s why they were here! That’s why two!
I lifted the clean cup to him, and levitated mine to my lips. We sipped the rich dark coffee together for a while. I always found the way some creatures use hands fascinating...
“...and don’t you dare compliment the coffee. It’s been kept heated for hours. It’s crap.”
“Good interception. Still, not bad as coffees go. I guess you’re quite a connoisseur?”
“I can recognize a good coffee. But all my favorite brands are gone... and I’m only learning the new ones. I still haven’t found one to strike my fancy. But enough about me. Why won’t you tell me something about you?”
“What’s there to tell about me? People find me boring. I have no amazing talents. I’m good with computers, but I guess there are no computers in Equestria, so that’s quite a useless skill.”
“Computer... that would be something that does maths? Well, I have an abacus, but I guess that’s not the same thing. What are those ‘computers’ you speak of?” I asked, while nudging another batch of stars. One impossible wish. That’s all for tonight.
* * *
...Fascinating! I led him to my study and didn’t let go of any detail, demanding a precise lecture from ground up, with pictures. Transistors, binary code, logical gates, flip-flops, half-adders, shift registers, ALU, address bus and data bus, memory-mapped devices, three-state buffers... Finding me an attentive student he was enthusiastic explaining the intricacies of the concept. The idea from ground up was full of pure mathematical beauty, and I was enthralled, quietly trying to imagine projecting a full computer myself, except first... I’d need to find some flavor of magic that would behave in a way similar enough to that “electricity” he talked about...
Three hours without a break. I wanted more, but he asked for a pause. “You have amazing stamina, Princess Luna. And to think I’m saying this in context of learning computer science!”
I snickered. Currently, I didn’t find his body a turn-off any more. And I was definitely falling for his personality. But to think that I had imagined the only thing we could be doing together was sex.
The coffee pot was long empty and the servants were all asleep, and I could see Northern Light was getting thirsty, and probably hungry. At least two hours more until Morning Bird wakes up, and gets me my... supper? breakfast? lunch? We never got around to naming my meals properly with my schedule, especially considering a breakfast with my sister was the last meal before I’d retire to bed. Anyway, the only other ponies awake were the shadow guard, so...
“What about we raid the kitchen?”
“Princess?!” he expressed mocked outrage. “This does not become you! Allow me to serve your meal... providing you show me the way!”
“Grab a pencil and some paper. We’re not going to slack off while eating.”
He picked the items as I headed through the door to my public office and towards the exit.
* * *
The trip through the empty, dark corridors of the Canterlot Castle was quick and uneventful. We’d pass three silent guards... I thought of them regretfully, that I’m not supposed to fraternize with them and that the captain was all business and no fun. They were silent, efficient, and impeccable. I could sometimes spot kindness in their glance, a silent wish to do more than stand to attention at my sight, but... I knew they wouldn’t dare. They earned this position through dedication and discipline, being impeccable and perfect at their work, lethal fighters but disciplined to the extreme... Violating that discipline would strip them of the honor, cost them their leathery wings... For a thousandth time I thought I should do something about that... but what? Break the discipline that binds them as this perfect unit, just to allow myself to enjoy a conversation?
Then I felt the hand on my mane. “They are yours to command?”
“Yes.”
“But they aren’t your friends?”
“Most faithful servants only.”
“You know, I believe they would be even more faithful if they... knew you better.”
“But I can’t demand them to break the protocol.”
“Who sets the protocol?”
“What do you mean?” I asked but I got the thought rolling... If I could...
“They certainly have a system of promotions, but a system of more immediate rewards?”
“They get time off with their families... On the other hoof, if they wanted time with their families, they wouldn’t sign up in the first place. They get honorable mentions, and medals for outstanding duty. But I think I know where you’re going with this. A special service, a personal adjutant or something like that, right?”
“Yes, about a week, the one for the duty chosen from volunteers, through trials.”
“Not just any trials of skill or such... I think a trial of willpower of a kind... or wisdom... And probably a limit like a restriction to one week in a row...”
“I was thinking more along the lines of a penalty in the trials. So they still get a chance but must do much better than the runner-up.”
“That’s a good idea, now just to think up the trials... but that shouldn’t be too hard to do. You really lifted a burden off my heart.”
Then I saddened at the conclusion, the reason why he came up with that.
“You’re already thinking of your replacement for me, aren’t you?”
“I know you won’t let anything really bad to happen to me. And I will get to live in the magical land of Equestria, with memories of this most wonderful of nights. That’s really more than I could ever wish for.”
“And I’ll make sure it will be a night to remember.” I stopped and turned to him. This time I held his head with telekinesis gently and kissed him... but not the lightest touch like before, but a kiss of passion. A kiss to remember.
* * *
“So we got ROM, RAM, Mass storage, Cache, SRAM, DRAM, EEPROM, Flash, NVRAM... It's a mess! I'm getting lost!”
“Don't worry about that. You don't need to remember it all. Some more vanilla pudding?”
“Yes, please. And extra raspberry syrup. Lots of it.”
“You just need to know the first three. One that holds data permanently, but works as normal random access memory when read, one that holds data only when powered up, but can be written to, and external storage that can be read, written, retain data through power downs, but can be only read sequentially. All the rest are various implementations and uses”
“Random access, retain data through power down, write data, pick any two, right?”
“Precisely. Could you pass the sugar please?”
“No!”
“Why?”
“That's a finest Maruvian blend! I won't let you spoil it with sugar! Here, use this. Caramelized wild bee honey. And don't you dare placing it anywhere near sugar, you barbarian!”
“Please excuse my terrible manners. Now where were we?”
I swallowed the spoonful of pudding. “Memories. Why can't we get one with random read/write access that retains data through power down?”
“NVRAM can do this, but it's low capacity, bulky and expensive. But other than that, only technological reasons. If you can come up with a reliable technology to bring together speed, size, cost, power consumption and the three prerequisites you mentioned, that would be awesome. Still, a little ROM or Flash for start-up and restoring content from backups is most welcome.”
“All right. But why would one need so much memory?” I munched on the pudding, pouring more syrup.
“Sweet Luna, the aroma! You are truly a goddess!”
“Bah! It's a pale shadow of the aroma of the Unicornwall blends, alas they all burned in a raid of efreeti six hundred years ago. Anyway, I can't imagine a computation that would ever require more than half a megabyte...”
“And so we enter the amazing world of software, high level languages and abstraction layers.”
“Bring it on!” I squirted more syrup into my pudding while he took a bite of an apple pie...
* * *
I left a note for Morning Bird relieving her of her duties for the morning as we strolled back to my quarters, Northern Light with a full pot of fresh coffee in hands, explaining memory pointers.
“And so, as you can assign a pointer to a function as a variable value, we can treat it as if the function itself was the value, or an argument of a different function. Essentially, the variable becomes a lambda expression, and we have all building blocks for implementing full lambda calculus.”
*Pomf*
Lambda calculus! My beloved lambda calculus as a programming language! All the pieces were falling in place! My head was spinning! The sugar filled me with a pleasant rush, and my body tingled in unusual places.
“Luna?” he stopped. “Your wings are so beautiful.”
Somehow I ignored his comment completely, my head trying to force the language of lambda-expressions into a simple syntax. Yes, that would make sense! Brackets, So many brackets! I let him into the office, then herded him to the study. He placed the pot on the desk, preparing some new clean papers, but I put my hoof on them.
“Later. You used lambda calculus on me. You have no idea what lambda calculus does to me.”
“Princess?”
This wasn't just a passionate kiss. I practically raped his mouth with my mouth, feeling my teeth on his teeth. We nibbled on each other's tongues, breaking the kiss, gasping for air, then returning to the touch of our mouths.
I stopped kissing him, caught both his shirt and blouse in my teeth and pulled, tearing them and ripping them from his body. His trousers belt and zipper danced in my magic, then I lifted him up effortlessly, then pulled all the rest of his clothes off his body, trousers, underwear, shoes and socks, all at once.
I'm not sure what I expected, but... not this. The creeping doubt hit again, it would never work between the two of us!
I stopped, looking at his member, disappointed.
Wait. Everything's wrong! That's fundamentally lacking! I can do everything I want with these function-variables, but how do I beta-...
I looked into his eyes solemnly. I put the whole weight of the question in my voice.
“How do I beta-reduce such a lambda expression?”
He shrugged. “Just feed it an immediate addressing mode argument, and call it.”
Who cares about size! I levitated - practically threw him across the room on my bed and half-galloped, half-soared onto him, my front legs on his sides, my hind legs still on the floor. I kissed his chest and began moving down his body, my own chest rubbing against his maleness, while my mouth scattered kisses and nibbles over his skin. Finally, I had his member in front of my mouth, and sucked it in, without a second of hesitation.
Now that was a nice surprise. I've read the raunchy stories where mares would choke, stretch their jaws, struggle for air. But his was just the perfect size for my mouth, full length of my tongue, just the right diameter for my lips. I held it, feeling the length with my tongue, scenting the male musk, tasting the salty pre-cum slowly dripping from the tip near my throat down my tongue and moistening my lips. I didn't bob my head, I just sucked slowly, holding it all in...
...ahhh! I almost clenched my teeth, no, not enough to hurt him...I hoped... He brushed my horn with his fingertips! He held it in his grip, gently, then applied pressure, sliding his hand to my forehead... his other hand held the very tip between two fingers, rubbing it gently. I could feel sparks shooting from the tip between his fingers. He rubbed the whole length with his other hand, from base to tip.
I whimpered with my mouth still enclosed on his cock. I should repay for the caress but it was just too much. While still rubbing near the tip between two fingers, he slid a finger of the other hand across the needle-sharp tip, risking pricking it, but still stroking it gently in circles. I couldn't hold it any more. Through the last bits of consciousness I realized that if I shout now, everypony will come to my rescue, so I just jammed my mouth against his groin, muffling my scream with his member, now more of a squeak... the warmth of magic shot from the tip of my horn, travelled down my spine and filled the area under my tail with this wonderful, wonderful tingling. I think I squirted a bit, as wave after wave of the magic flowed from my horn to my privates, filling my whole spine with that amazing sensation.
He pinched the tip a little harder and suddenly... I was beyond screaming, just gasping in an orgasm within an orgasm, feeling a sudden influx of blood magic into my oversensitive horn. He did prick his finger on the tip. And now the flow of magic of my own horngasm pushed his body over the edge, I could feel his semen hitting the back of my throat, instinctively swallowing it, milking his member for each last drop, as it kept spurting following unstopping waves of pleasure running along my own body. I could feel his body tensing under me with each spurt, finally stopping, drained. And so, my own peak subsided gently, leaving me in a state of bliss.
I gave his maleness the last kiss, then rolled off him and lay on my back, next to him.
One thousand, three hundred and sixty seven years of pent up sexual tension. Masturbation doesn't cut it. That was...
“That was the time of my life”, he whispered.
You tell me. How old are you anyway? Twenty-five? Try the time of MY life. And he didn't even touch me down there yet. So nice... such a wonderful afterglow.
I turned my head and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
He rolled on his side, his mouth met mine.
“I still hope it's not the last time tonight,” he whispered.
“So do I.”
He pushed a strand of my mane off my eye. I could see the adoring look in his eyes. I wished I could feel the same, but he was still at best plain-looking. Still, the qualities of his character? His talents? I had some stunning-looking stallions in the early days of Equestria, when political marriages were still a necessity. Vain, rude, selfish, obnoxious. I had one I loved too. So long ago. He was noble, full of virtue, gentle and loving, but we didn't share too many interests. He was a hero at soul, and I was always a mare of knowledge. And he died as a hero too. I gave him a son... so low has our bloodline fallen, Prince Blueblood, the wretched mule, so unworthy of his great-... grandfather. Anyway, noble, gentle and loving as he was, Prince Fir was... a decent lay at best.
Two hundred years later I had one cheerful and bold maid named Honey Drop, who dared more than any other servant and managed to teach me the pleasures of fillyfooling. She was good, really good. The best lay of my life... until tonight.
Anyway, after her there was just one stallion, not really worth mentioning, a big mistake. Discouraged by the experience I was growing more lonely, trying to concentrate on weaving more beautiful nights than ever, and never appreciated, the forgotten sister. And finally, I broke.
One thousand, three hundred and sixty seven years since my last failure of a lover. Add roughly another hundred for the last good lover and a friend.
And finally I find one whom I could love. And we're doomed to a failure because he's not a pony.
“Don't cry, princess. It's all right. In your eternal life, what's the difference, fifty years or one night. I'm a mortal, I'd leave you sooner or later.”
“That's not a very cheering thought, you know?” I grinned sourly and wiped tears off my eyes with my hoof. “But you're right, the dawn is almost upon us and I still have no clue what this Object Oriented Programming is. I'll pour the coffee and you start explaining.”
* * *
“...but that's one big ugly mess! Wasteful, slow and unreliable!”
“Yes, but it's the only way we developed for big projects, much bigger than what one person can tackle.”
“Okay, scratch that. I don't want to know about OOP. It was one horrible waste of time. Give me a functional language any day! I can see now why one would need so much memory!”
“That's only half the reason. The other half is games.”
“Theory of games?”
“No, computer games. You've got input, you've got a display, you have the speed to simulate a virtual world. With virtual events, characters, adventures. It's like books, except you tell the hero what to do next. And the more realistic the world, the more powerful the computer needs to be.”
“Sounds wasteful... but tempting. Wait, to display a world of any reasonable complexity you'd need...” beads on my abacus clicked quickly.
“The keyword is GPU. Let's get back to the CPU structure, where was that drawing...”
* * *
“...So, wait... if we give it the little halo, that's the Bloom effect, and if we darken it a little bit just inside the edges, it gives impression of the light being brighter than it can physically be?”
“Pretty much that. So we can map brightness not physically displayable that way, one of methods of attaining HDR display.”
“Pause. It's almost dawn time, the moon must go down.”
He saddened a little, but I cantered to the balcony almost cheerfully. He followed.
“So, a little mist... like that... and a slightly, just a tiny issy bissy darker groove like that... Oh my! It's dazzling!”
“Your moon! It's blinding bright!”
“Not really. It's slightly darker than usually really.“ I wiped the trick off the face of the moon, and began lowering it carefully. “Now I have something new to show all the ponies tomorrow!“
Light sat on the rail of the balcony, while I was silent, focused on the precise operation. Sure after all this time the skill was almost trivial... but it is said routine leads to disasters, and that would be one disaster the land would not survive.
Finally, I rested the Moon below the horizon and turned to my companion. “Let's make a good use of the remainder of the night.”
“Networking? Clusters? Image processing?” he winked to me.
“Process this image.” I turned my back to him, rising my tail high and slightly to the side.
“Oh, yes. Interfacing”, he chuckled. “I hoped you'd suggest this.”
* * *
I lay on my back, my wings spread wide to the sides, and he had his face buried between my hind legs. I moaned quietly and squirmed under his attention. His tongue was almost as skilled as that of Honey Drop, though shorter, but what he lacked in reach of his tongue he was more than compensating with his fingers. And... Sweetest moon and all the stars! He knew what he was doing! He found that one special spot inside me, the one only Honey could find, and he'd stroke, squeeze, scratch, pinch, press, do things Honey could never have done with her tongue! I'd lash out with my wings, kick up with my hooves high in the air, riding my unstopping continuous orgasm, while he was busy caressing that spot and simultaneously licking, sucking, nibbling on my clit. Barely one orgasm would subside I'd enter another, even stronger, and he didn't cease for a moment. The only reason I wasn't screaming at top of my royal voice was that my throat was totally clenched and busy gasping for more air. He pulled the clitoral hood down with his fingers and sucked on my nub, squeezing it with his lips and teasing the tip with his tongue, his other hand deep inside me still pinching and stroking... then he moved his free hand to my nipples, and another orgasm hit and I think I blacked out for a moment, because when I came to, he was done, just kissing my nipples gently.
I breathed hard, my nostrils making a high-pitched whine, struggling for more air.
“Not... fair.” I gasped out. “I got all... the pleasure... and you... none of it.”
“I'm afraid not, my princess. I'm afraid you will have to wash your beautiful tail. It's so wonderfully soft and silky and always magically flowing... and it was right between my legs. The touch was too much! I just couldn't hold back.”
I held my hoof to my mouth trying to cover my laughter. “Come here let me hug you.” I lifted him and pulled over my body, getting his mouth to mine, and his groin rubbing delightfully against my sensitive nipples. I held him with all my legs tightly and kissed his face still sticky from my juices. Aw aw awwww.... I yelped then hissed through my teeth as his hands rubbed right over the trailing edge of my wings and the groove where they connected to my chest. I didn't even realize how sensitive these areas were.
The sky outside was turning purple. Sis must be awake already. We didn't have much time.
“Are you able to do it once more?” I smiled and kissed his mouth. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“I can. But I'm... not really adequately endowed for this. I don't want to disappoint you.”
“You gave my body quite enough pleasure. Now I want something for soul. Something to remember forever.”
I replied to his confused look with a kiss, a gentle, light one.
“I love you, and I want to feel the union of our bodies. The fulfilment.”
“You... you really love me?”
“Yes, I do. Now, Northern Light, be my mate, please.”
“Yes, my dearest Princess Luna.”
He slid down and I felt his maleness on my labia, pushing them apart, sliding in, gently, slowly. Very... satisfying. His hips began moving in a slow, fluent rhythm. He was kissing my neck and my chest, and I held him to me with my front legs tightly, hind legs splayed wide, making our coupling more fulfilling. The pleasure was building up in me slowly, in warm gentle waves spreading within me with each his stroke.
Yes, I loved this gentle human. I knew I couldn't hold him. If not tomorrow then in seventy years, he was right, the difference was a technicality. But I wanted a part of him with me, within me forever.
His breathing sped up, his body tensed. His thrusts, still slow, became slightly harder. And the warmth within me, wave after wave, was becoming stronger, accumulating into a soft, exquisite tingling somewhere deep near my loins. His breath became ragged and loud, and the warmth of my loins shot through my insides, forcing my relaxed body to tense rapidly, sending a series of quick, soft throbs, that matched his, helping him fill my body with his gift, accepting him fully, as my chosen.
The last drops entered my body and he relaxed, resting his head on my chest... listening to my heartbeat. The first rays of sunlight painted his body the color of gold and gave the stars of my mane brightness of flashing sparks. It filled the air with magic. I weaved the magic into a complex spell and let it sink into my womb. Propriety be damned, this country needs more ponies like Light, and less of arrogant jerks like Blueblood. All hell will break loose when my belly starts to show, but this much I owed the human who exchanged his whole life for one night with me.
* * *
There was this lonely abandoned cottage of an old fisherpony who died without offspring, a few miles from a calm seaside village. I brought and left Light there, giving him a goodbye kiss, before anypony could say a thing that could hurt him. Maybe, just maybe I will cheat the fate and pay him a visit from time to time.
After all, I still had no clue about computer networks...
by Random Blank
Mon Mar 12 23:52:12 CET 2012
Author's Note
If you want more of this, try Prince of Zebras. Celestia finds her difficult love. Luna and Northern Light make some rather important cameo appearances.
