Servile

Lune’s chambers had the same majesty as the night sky, and as I trotted upstairs the lights downstairs extinguished themselves as if on cue. My hooves clacked loudly on the polished marble floor, which had a light layer of mist hanging over it as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. The only sources of light were the stars that adorned the walls and, far above my head, a gigantic replica of the moon in the height of its current lunar cycle. My eyes had barely acclimated to the dim interior of his entrance hall when I heard a light clop, like somepony clapping their hooves, and suddenly lights sprang into existence as if from nowhere. I hadn’t the foggiest how such magic worked, but as I regained my bearings there were indents in the walls, which housed small, perfectly shaped orbs of bright white light. I blinked and looked around, my sense of perception hurrying to adjust to the space I found myself in.

Although the space downstairs was exactly the circumference of the tower, through magic couldn’t even fathom this space managed to be three times the size inside then it appeared to be on the outside. There were marble pillars winding the main hall, and to my right, left and directly in front of me I saw that three expansive halls stretched almost to the horizon. I shook my head, sighing. Leave it to an alicorn to enchant their entire home. Directly behind me stood a massive stained glass window depicting both Lune and Nightmare Moon, each one standing symmetrically on either side of silver beam that separated them. In the center was the moon, in each one of its shapes in which it appeared in the night sky. I scarcely had time to take in the scenery when I heard his voice beside me.

“Are you coming?” He asked.

I almost jumped out of my skin; for some reason that escaped me alicorns didn’t make noise when they walked, and it was as much a mystery as it was an inconvenience. I could never tell if he was standing next to me or not, or even if he as in the same room. I nodded, my heart still hammering in my chest as I followed him down the central hallway until we arrived at a silver and blue door, hemmed in black obsidian on the frame. Lune stopped and gestured for me to go ahead inside, smiling. The expression he wore was suspenseful, as if he couldn’t wait to see my reaction to the room he’d prepared for me. I pulled the handle down and opened the door, not knowing what to expect. What my suitor had given me, however, was rather humble compared to what I had presumed. I’d thought he’d shower me with large pools and expensive draperies, a room that had every wall as a mirror, or worse, a massive closet full of more clothes that I could wear in a lifetime.

The room, contrary to all those scenarios I’d honestly been dreading, was quite to my content. It consisted of a large dresser to my right, far across the long main room to my bed, which was at my left. The dresser was redwood, with the frame of the mirror being aspen, and the bed was a curtained queen-sized, stuffed with what I assumed would be goose feathers. Other than these accommodations, the room was mostly bare, save the gray carpet and walls, which blazed a deep sapphire. A massive window, which made up the whole wall facing the outside of the tower, lay directly in front of me and even opened up to a balcony through the use of a sliding glass door, which seemed to disappear when shut. I had a perfect view of the clouds and surrounding landscape, including Ponyville, miles below.

“I know it isn’t much, but I knew that you probably wouldn’t want me to shower you with gifts the moment you walked in the door.” Lune said nervously, worried that I wouldn’t like it. “After all the way you told me your house looked back in Ponyville made it seem like you like the bare necessities.”

I turned around and stood on the tips of my hooves, planting a light kiss on his cheek. He scuffed a hoof as I turned around, seeing that my things were already delivered and stashed in the closet. I had a huge, rather ridiculous smile on my face from how surreal all of this was. Only a week ago I’d been sitting in Ponyville, content with my lonely life working every day of the week as a masseuse. Now, I was lodging in the same tower as a prince. In a way I felt bad, knowing how many ponies would probably want to be where I was at that moment, but in another I could hardly stop smiling.

“It’s perfect!” I crowed, jumping onto the bed and settling in. “Nothing else in the world could make me happier, Lune!”

“Nothing?” He asked, smiling. “I wouldn’t be so quick to say that, dear.”

Dear. The words rang in my ears like a faint echo, a shadow of something that had happened in a time when I’d barely been conscious. Quite suddenly I remembered where I’d been called that before. Solaris had called me dear, right after he laid my head on his chest and my eyes shut, directly after he’d petted my mane and made me develop a rather acute memory of how his seed tasted. He’d said the word with all the love in the world, and here Lune was calling me the same pet name. I blinked and blushed brilliantly, my cheeks suddenly resembling a spring rose in bloom. Not only because of the sensual connotations behind what he was saying, but also the memories that the name dredged up.

“Of course… there’s that.” I said, crossing my front hooves and looking at the bedsheets timidly. “I am already in bed, if you want.” I offered, shocked at my own words.

At that moment I couldn’t help but take a step back and looked at how much Solaris had changed me in the brief time I’d known him. Before I’d met him the thought of offering sex to a pony, no matter how intimate we were, made me bashfully bow my head and ask how I could possibly work up to something so carnal. Now that Solaris had so effortlessly broken my sense of pride I felt almost no resistance as I blinked hopefully up at Lune, who coughed on his own words as he said, his voice carrying surprise.

“My, you are eager.” He smiled, biting his bottom lip as he thought. He was obviously wondering whether he should take me now or later on, when both of us were bound to be more in the mood. He tapped his hoof against the carpeted floor as he reached a conclusion. “I know that, after what Solaris had you do, you’re probably more than happy to replace the memory of his lewd actions with my own more loving ones. It would seem that neither of us is particularly up for it at the moment though. So, how about we talk a bit, see where the evening takes us, and then we can settle into our bedroom activities?”

I nodded, preferring a long, romantic evening together with him by far to a short, lust-fueled foray that would most likely end rather anticlimactically. I jumped back out of bed and trotted over to him, running my wing along his side and eventually his flank as I left to room. Once again I reprimanded myself for how brazen I was being. He blinked again in surprise as he fell into step beside me, not knowing whether he liked this strange new pony or not.

“I want you to tell me when you got so… suggestive.” He said as we walked towards what I assumed would be his kitchen. “You sure weren’t this way when I left you a week ago.”

“Solaris.” I muttered, wondering if there was a pony I could possibly love or hate more in the universe. “When he… when he had his fun, he told me a lot of things afterwards… things that I’m just now remembering. Some of them are… ridiculous. Others couldn’t be more correct. I’m doing my best to forget them, but the way he told me and when makes it really hard to ignore.”

Lune paused for a moment, his face unreadable. “What did he do to you?”

“He dressed me in a maiden’s skirt and corset.” I said, feeling both filthy and relieved that I was finally telling somepony about this. “And… let’s just say I know how he tastes almost as well as I know how he looks.”

“So you… I mean he, had you use your mouth to…” He asked, doing his best not to pry but still have clarity.

“Yes.” I shivered. “That’s why I’m being suggestive. Because these thoughts that he filled my head with are… really hard to explain, and the best way to distract myself from them is you. I guess you can say that Solaris fills my head with these things, and you help me to sort them and bring order into the big picture. Whereas he just throws what he expects of me out there, you kind of… cushion things, soften the blow, go at a slightly more comfortable pace if you know what I mean. You allow me to accept the things that happen to me, even though they’re hard to live with.”

“Well, I’m glad I can be here.” He said, laying a wing over me as we entered through an arched doorway into the kitchen. “Anything to help you out. I know that things like that can really hit ponies like you hard, so if you need to talk about it I’m here.”

“Ponies like me?” I asked, wondering what he’d meant.

“Normal-ish ponies.” He chuckled. “Ponies that aren’t immortal and haven’t seen it all yet.”

“Ah, I see...” Was all I could think to say in response.

I paused as I looked around Lune’s kitchen, noticing a trend in the layout of his tower rooms. Despite the fact that he’d made the inside of his personal chambers gigantic, every place I’d visited so far had an extremely open floor plan, with an almost ridiculous amount of empty space. This room shared the same layout, with a counter running the entire length of the space and a long granite island sitting a few feet away from it. Besides that and a large table set slightly beyond that the tiled floor was empty, and it seemed almost eerily vacant as the prince trotted in ahead of me.

“Would you like me to cook?” He asked over his shoulder.

“I could help.” I said, rushing to join him before he held up a hoof.

He rolled his eyes and pointed at a chair, pulling it out with his magic. “You are a guest in my home; I insist that I be the one to cook for you. How does cooked vegetables and tofu sound?”

I blinked as the foreign word met my ears. I tilted my head to the side curiously. “What’s tofu?” I asked, surprised that there was a food I hadn’t heard of.

“It’s a special blend of plant extracts meant to taste like meat, but it’s still digestible to us equines. I must say I’ve developed quite a taste for the stuff, and it opens up a lot of options as far as meals go. I’ve made it the main course of a few meals recently. I think you’d like it.”

“If you say so.” I said, not quite sure. I trusted him enough to know what I’d like, though.

As he started to take out a pan and heat up the cooktop I took a seat at the table. He regarded me curiously as he started to make the meal, his eyes swimming with something he’d yet to say. Although I had a feeling that I knew what it was, I kept quiet and tapped my hooves on the oaken tabletop. Lune became more absorbed in his work as he began to cut peppers and the heads off of broccoli, throwing them onto the pan with almost unnatural skill. I supposed that, having cooked in that kitchen before so many times, he was probably used to being able to move so deftly. Although he let his magic do most of the precision work, he physically retrieved each of the ingredients before he trusted his arcane skills to handle them. As everything settled and he tossed the last of the dish on the pan to cook he leaned onto the granite counter, gazing at me.

“I know you’re going to think that I’m just butting into your business… but what did Solaris tell you? You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to, but I know when a pony has something they want to get off their chest. You’re definitely being bothered by whatever it was.”

I inhaled slowly, wondering if it would only cause more tension between Lune and Solaris if I told him. As I exhaled I nodded, arranging my wings against my sides as to be more comfortable. Although this would undoubtedly ruin the prince’s good mood, I knew it had to be said.

“Solaris told me that my Cutie Mark, and my gift, are only ordained to certain ponies with similar personalities throughout history.” I explained. “He told me that before he lost control and did those things to me. In the aftermath, he told me the type of personality that the ponies before me had. He told me the history of those who had this gift in the past.”

“What exactly did he say?”

I sighed and put my head in my hooves. “Every single pony that had this Mark, and this gift, before me has been at the side of a great and powerful pony or ponies. He had a pony with this Cutie Mark as a servant three thousand years ago, but he never learned of her unique nature until she was long gone. Another curious thing is that they were all mares. The servant of Lady Dracken, Empress of the third great Griffonian Empire, was a pony who had the gift I do. Chrysalis had a pony that had the gift at her side, once upon a time. Sombra, Discord, all of the greatest leaders and creatures, and all the worst, have had a pony they called their assistant, and for some reason the only ponies in recorded history that have my gift always find their way into the servitude for a great and powerful leader.”

“What about that is cause for alarm?” Lune asked.

“Because the trust and love that ponies like me devote to our masters always ends up poisoning their perceptions of us. Another fact about those who had my gift is that… every one of them was greatly neglected by one of the ponies they served.”

“So you’re concerned that you’ll be abused... more than you already have been.” Lune blinked, eying me with equal amounts of pity and sympathy. “What a terrible thing for such a young colt to have to fret over. When I was your age the only thing I had to worry about was mastering conjuring spells. Here you are, a handsome young lad at just the same age and you’re worrying that one of your princes will take advantage of you, and that there might not be anything you can do about it.”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.” I nodded, my hooves shaking. “I’m deathly afraid that it’s my fate to be subject to a prince’s whims, and maybe more than one with the way things have been going. I’ve already made myself fairly exploitable in Solaris’ eyes… who knows how Cadenza will react to me. I think me and Dusk will get to be friends eventually, but… Solaris. I don’t think that he sees me in the right light after what happened.”

Lune picked up the pan and scraped the contents onto two plates for us, then turned the stove off with an experienced flick of his magic. He trotted over and laid the plate the front of me, setting a fork beside the plate and seating himself across from me. As we began to eat both of us fell into a tense silence, both of us letting the previous topic of discussion blow over. Although it was clear that Lune was concerned for me, he knew that any further conversation revolving around the subject would probably only serve to strip my already raw nerves further. As I took the first bite of my food I blinked; it was undoubtedly the strangest thing I’d ever tasted. The only way that I could describe it is to equate it to seeing a new color for the first time; one couldn’t even imagine what it might look like until they see it, and then it suddenly becomes as natural as any other. I found myself doing the same thing here, questioning how I could have ever lived without knowing what meat tasted like, even if what I was eating was only a vague facsimile of what it truly was.

“This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever tasted!” I said, eating the meal in front of me as quickly as possible, as if somehow I could enhance the flavor of it by cramming more into my mouth. “How the heck does nopony know about this stuff?”

“Ponies are herbivores, and we’re herbivores.” He shrugged. “Ponies either just don’t like it, or they have moral qualms about it. They think that it’s not natural. In my opinion, as long as it doesn’t actually involve real animals being harvested for meat, it’s fine.”

We nodded to each other and finished off the rest of our meal, leaving me with a full stomach and questioning how we would be spending the remainder of the evening. As I did I was reminded of what we’d been talking about, and I fell silent yet again. It had been a good distraction from what had been claiming my attention for most of the day, but it still didn’t help much. My mind slowly trailed back to the fact that my fate may be forever written in stone, and I was immediately back in the same slump that I’d started in. Lune saw my expression shift towards melancholy and picked up my plate, cleaning it swiftly to rejoin me at the table. He didn’t retake his seat, though, instead he pushed it in and gestured for me to follow him.

I got up and tailed after him, wondering what he was thinking of doing next. As we strode down the corridor I looked up at him, and he draped a wing over me knowingly. Through our contact I knew that he was planning on taking my mind off of it, but I couldn’t discern how. Lune smiled as my expression changed to one of curiosity, eager to know just what he had in store for me. We continued down the hall until we arrived at a pair of two intricately carved double-doors, which he opened with a single flash of his sapphire horn. For a moment I didn’t understand, but when I did get a grasp of what he was trying to hint towards I couldn’t help but give him a nervous glance. The room he’d led me to was his personal study and Arcananium, by the many symbols and geometric patterns that littered the floor. Although his brother might hold the title for the strongest magic, his knowledge and understanding of sorcery could hardly be matched amongst mortal creatures, as I later learned. He openly confessed that Discord could outdo him in most anything, but the type of magic the reality-bending spirit used was one that even the Night Prince dared not use.

We trotted into the study and immediately a hush fell over us. There was no breeze, which normally permeated one’s passing through any part of the castle, only silence and a sense of stillness that made one feel as if all was at peace. Lune lit his horn and a myriad of crystals hung from the ceiling lit up, producing their own lights through enchantments I couldn’t fathom. Although I was a pegasus, even I had an appreciation of how wondrous the place was, and how much time he’d spent perfecting it. The prince probably spent the majority of his time in there, judging by the sheer volume of books and papers that were littered on desks scattered around the edges of the floor. The center of the space was left vacant, but there were two floors of nothing but books, dusty old tomes covering every available centimeter of wall space. The floor in there was a silvery gray, which made the bright white symbols he’d embroidered, drawn and burnt into the floor in some places much more difficult to see. The space smelled vaguely of woodsmoke and burnt paper, but overall the study was downright cozy.

“I’d ask before you touch anything in here.” He warned me, nodding to the floor. “Nothing I’ve put on the floor is dangerous, though. It’s just leftovers of old summoning spells before I was banished. Except that one.” He said, motioning towards a line of patterns that looked quite recent. “That was shortly after I came back and tried to see how malleable the fabric of this reality is. I later learned that ours truly is quite soft, but the one that I tried to make a gate to… not so much. Ended up having an archway to get through over here and an opening the size of an apple over there. I managed to collect samples, but I later decided to abandon the pursuit. Frankly it wore on my health for a while afterwards.” He said, feeling his left foreleg, as if remembering something. “Anyways, feel free to look through the desks though. I don’t keep anything in there that isn’t already locked up.”

I began to get lost amongst the shelves, until I suddenly realized that I hadn’t the foggiest how the books were organized. He didn’t use a decimal system or even go in alphabetical order, most were actually in languages I didn’t know. I recognized a few that I’d studied over the course of my school years, which were two rather distinct languages other than Equestrian. I had a working knowledge of both griffonian and the strange, long-dead language of the unicorns. After that I didn’t even know, as some of the letters seemed to writhe about on their covers as if rejecting any sort of order, even if only to stop and make sense for a moment. Some of the letters printed on the spines actively smoldered, producing the strong, reeking odor of sulfur. I didn’t need to be told that the tomes were printed in the language used in Tartarus, amongst the many dark denizens of that dwelt there. I could only assume that the letters that refused to stay in order on the pages was the language of the Draconequi, seeing as how they refused to make sense except to those who were willing to embrace madness.

As I perused the shelves a bit more I stumbled finally into the section written in Equestrian, with a few books written in the arcane tongue of the unicorns dotted about the shelf. Seeing one about alchemy, a pursuit that even a non-magic user like me could take up, I pulled it off the shelf and hurried back to Lune, who was sitting at a desk, signing some sort of bill written in griffonian. I managed to piece together that it was something to do with tariffs before he filed it away, eying the book that I had tucked under my hooves. He chuckled a bit as he saw what it was about, and motioned for me to set it on the desk. The moment I did he opened it, flicking to page three-hundred and ninety-four more quickly than I thought possible. He turned the book towards me and my wings shot straight up in the air as I looked down at the subject matter he wanted me to read about.

The entire page was depicting the anatomical structure of a stallion, but under the effects of a potion that altered the basic shape and proportions of it in any way the drinker of the potion wanted. This led to interestingly detailed artistry of phalli with small bumps and ridges covering the shaft, strange additions to the crown or shape of the head and a multitude of other things that inevitably made my wings stiffer than the wooden desk Lune was sitting at. He smiled and his horn flashed, teleporting the book back to its place on the shelf as he grinned ever the more deviously.

“I have a particular book I want you to read about.” He teased, eyeing my wings with delight. “Tonight, before we go to bed, I want you to mark a page in it and leave it by my door. Whatever you mark in this book, I will do for you. Are we understood?”

I nodded, wondering what could be more fantastically lewd than what I’d just seen. I apparently knew very little about magic and how much it could alter a pony, because the book that Lune set down in front of me next almost made me faint. The very first page he turned to was a simple potion to transform a pony into any species, with options and variations if one wanted to only transform parts of their body. On the next there was a potion that allowed one to switch bodies with a pony, and as he flipped the page I saw a bright blue liquid that basically eliminated the need to stop between rounds in bed. Every single one of the potions opened up so many options it was ridiculous, and that was only the potions section of the book! In the index I’d seen spells to transform a pony into a succubus, give them a mandible tail, allow them to breathe through their nostrils even though they were swallowing, grant them venom that functioned as a sexual stimulant, and possess the genitals of both genders at a time. I was flat-out overwhelmed by how many options there were in there, and he was asking me to pick one measly option out of thousands.

“I have to pick only one?” I whimpered, knowing that I would go on a binge if I had the option.

“Keep in mind that it’s a lot harder to undo those spells than to cast them.” He cautioned me, closing the book and pushing it across the desk. “I look forward to seeing you when the sun rises… but right now I have a bit of work I need to get done before then. Enjoy the tower as you see fit, and make sure that you don’t get lost. If you do just look for a main hall and follow it until you reach the entrance again. You should be able to make it back to here or your room from there, shouldn’t you?”

“I’m good with directions.” I said, tucking the book under my wing. “I guess I’ll see you at sunrise then.”

“I’m confused, Felt.” Lune said as he trotted into my room, holding a glowing golden potion in front of him. “You left the instructions on how to make the potion but you never told me what it does.”

I jumped up and flew over to him with a single flap of my wings, grinning ear to ear and snatching the potion away from him. With another downstroke I launched myself into bed, gazing at the bottle with equal amounts of fascination and anticipation. Lune walked over to me and eyed me questioningly.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” I teased him, putting a hoof on his cheek to ease his nervousness. “It’s not fun if you already know what’s gonna happen.”

He let out a held breath, smiling down at me as I sat amongst the sheets. “You do know you concern me sometimes, right? You go too far out of your way to please, especially when you don’t tell me things.”

“It’s okay not to tell you some things.” I said, flicking his nose with the end of my hoof. “I always tell you the important things. But sometimes it’s nice to not know things until they happen. After all, if everything was predictable nothing would be fun.”

He rolled his eyes as if he was trying to disregard how right I was, sitting on the edge of the bed. He seemed tired, and I decided that it wouldn’t do to keep him waiting. I looked at him and put a hoof on top of the stopper, asking him if he was ready. He nodded, biting his bottom lip as I opened the bottle with a hollow pop. I eyed the liquid for a moment, then tilted it back slowly, letting only a few drops meet my lips. Lune hung on the edge of his seat, nervously chewing the inside of his cheek. I tasted the potion, which contained a strange blend of flavors. Pomegranates, bananas and something citrusy met my taste buds, and I nodded before I drank the rest of the potion.

Lune sat there, looking like he was about to call a doctor as I waited for the potion’s effects to make themselves clear. I yelped lightly as I felt the changes start, beginning with a slight feeling of numbness in my sides. My prince bit his bottom lip, but trusted me to tell him if something was wrong. I calmly waited for the potion to do its work, biting my bottom lip as slightly more uncomfortable sensations began to fill me, including a strange feeling as if my insides were being reshaped. After a few moments of resisting the urge to shudder, I felt my body settle again. I nodded and Lune relaxed immediately, letting out an exhale that sounded as if he’d held his breath for the entire time.

“Well?” He asked, leaning closer to me. “Do you feel any different?”

I shrugged as I sidled across the mattress to him, until I could place my hoof on his. “As I said, I want it to be a surprise. So let’s get started, and we can unwrap that present when we get there, okay?”

He smiled and lifted his hoof away from mine, if only to put it on my cheek. “You’re really enjoying keeping this whole thing a mystery, huh?”

“Of course I am.” I said, dodging away from him. “It makes me feel at least a little better if I hold at least one of the cards here. After all, you’ve got magic and immortality, you’re a prince, everything here is yours… I have to have something vague and mysterious about me, if only for a bit.”

I fell onto my back, letting my wings open and legs curl inwards towards my body, to keep Lune’s already wandering eyes off of my flanks. I flicked my tail over my loins, tucking it between my legs so that he couldn’t have a sneak at me. It was important to keep pace, and I knew by the way his eyes were tracing up my waist that he would give anything to see me at my most vulnerable. He slid over to sit next to my head, sitting up on his front legs so that his hooves were directly next to my ears. He smiled down at me as I rolled over, now lying on my stomach with my legs tucked under me. Lune put a hoof under my chin and I returned his smile, wondering what he’d have me do first. Unlike Solaris, I wanted to serve Lune as best I could. As if in response he widened his stance, flicking his eyes downwards towards his now exposed loins. My eyes locked immediately on his semi-hard length, and I felt myself almost hypnotized by the dark navy crown.

I traced my eyes over his sack, over each of his perfectly spherical jewels and felt myself getting excited. More than a bit, by the way my entire mouth was wet at the thought of running my tongue from the base of his tail to his tip. I licked my lips and felt my back legs trembling, imagining all the things that he would do to me if I let him. I looked up at him and he leaned back into the mound of pillows I’d prepared for him, taking his hoof away from my face and using it to coax even more of his length out of his sheathe, stroking himself not even an inch away from my muzzle. I whimpered, awaiting his permission to touch him as I felt my own diminutive stallionhood pushing against the sheets under me. I wasn’t concerned with myself at the moment, but the way he was caressing his sack, massaging the base of his long shaft was enough to make me nearly bite through my bottom lip. Still I waited, knowing that I needed his word before I could so much as breathe on his perfectly smooth love.

“You have our permission.” Lune said after what felt like an eternity.

I arched a brow as I reached out a tentative hoof and set it on the very base of his length, making small circles with the tip of my hoof as I flattened my ears and tilted my head to the side, curious as to why he’d chosen such words. He whispered my name and petted my mane as my other hoof found his crown, tracing circles around the smooth, almost rubbery flare. The prince shook and bucked against my hooves slightly, leading me to conclude that he hadn’t had it in a very long time. Before I put my lips to work, though, I had a question.

“Why do you sometimes refer to yourself in the plural?” I mused.

As he was about to answer I wet my lips and fit them around a single one of his jewels, rolling it around with my tongue and ushering a gasp from him instead of a reply. I did the same with the other, knowing he wouldn’t like unequal treatment between the two. All the while my hooves continued to work at his base and head, keeping pressure off his shaft so that things didn’t end too fast.

“Well.” He replied, panting. “When I was on the moon I was quite lonely, and I didn’t have anypony around. So… I named my hooves. I also named… umm… well, you’re kissing her.”

“Her?” I giggled, taking my lips off of his base. “You called it a mare?”

He blushed and his wings opened in a vastly delayed display of excitement. “Her name is Nyra… I hope that doesn’t make you think of my any different.”

I shook my head, running my hoof along his shaft. “No, love… I think it’s cute. I’d be happy to give Nyra some well-deserved attention.”

Lune put one of his hooves behind my head and pressed my tongue to his girth lovingly, moaning loudly. I obliged to his demands with a smile, running my lips up his shaft and planting a kiss on his crown, earning me another animalistic exaltation from my lover. I stroked him enthusiastically, doting on his head with my mouth while my hooves served the rest of his stallionhood with firm strokes. I felt him twitch in my grip and a small spurt of pre coated my tongue. I pulled my mouth away from him and licked my lips, memorizing his taste. His seed, even the precum, had a light flavor of bell papers, which mingled perfectly with the inherent saltiness of semen. I closed my eyes and leaned towards him again, ready to continue foreplay until he said to stop. I was stopped by a flash of magic as he picked me up, holding me in the air above him and gently setting me down on my back, exposing my loins.

I yelped and crossed my back legs, flicking my tail over my miniscule member. He arched a brow and arranged himself over me, his magic taking a gentle, but forceful hold of my back ankles and slowly parting my legs. I bit my bottom lip as he caught site of my light blue stallionhood, which appeared absolutely shameful compared to his royal blue length. I blushed again and turned away from him, ashamed of myself. He blinked with concern, using his hoof to reestablish eye contact with me. He set a loving hoof on my cheek and made me face him, his eyes worried.

“What’s the matter, Felt?” He asked, lowering himself down until his own sapphire girth sat against my own pitiful excuse for a member. “You’re acting like you don’t want me to see you.”

I bit my bottom lip, hardly able to look at him. “I know, it’s small… no need to bring it up.”

The stallion shook his head and sighed, giving a light twitch of his stallionhood against mine. I whimpered, trying to disregard the fact that the rather sore subject had come up. I’d done my best to avoid having him look directly at my loins so far, but now that it was out in the open I had to tell him.

“Look, so… I’m really… really not all that big.” I confessed. “I can’t do much with what I have, so… I hope that you didn’t want me to one day be top because… I probably won’t be able to give you much pleasure.” I felt my cheeks catch fire as I squeezed my eyes shut miserably, fearing his reaction.

“Oh, come on now.” He said, rotating his hips and drawing his shaft down me. “You’re perfect for me… besides, with the skills you have, you don’t need it. Your lips can get me off faster than I can get out of my sheathe, love. Besides that, I’m about to discover just how succulent your flanks are… I’m sure those more than make up for something so silly.”

I gasped and nodded, ripples of erotic pleasure racking my entire frame. My hooves shook as I wrapped then around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He shifted his position over me, maintaining the kiss while he lowered the tip of his stallionhood down my length, over my sack and finally meeting the base of my tail. He broke the kiss the moment his member touched the edge of my entrance, his eyes widening. I smiled, glad that he’d been surprised.

“Y-you’re… wet.” He exalted, blinking away his shock. “I mean, you’re absolutely soaked… like a mare does when she’s excited.”

I nodded. “So tell me, do you like the potion I chose?”

He nodded, still recovering from the unexpected sensation on his member. He reached down and put a hoof on his crown, which had a slight coating of my pre on it. He lifted it to eye level, awed by the clear lubricant. The prince in all his days couldn’t have imagined something so clever, and I knew immediately that I’d done a great job as his servant, and his lover. He lowered his mouth to my ear and his crown to my tail, bracing me against him by putting his hooves on the base of my wings. I closed my eyes and relaxed, knowing that this wouldn’t be very pleasurable at first, especially with how big he was.

“This is going to hurt at first, love.” He cautioned, petting my mane.

“I know… can I tell you a secret?”

“Anything.”

“You’re the first pony to… touch me there.” I whispered into his ear, wondering if this moment would ever end.

“Oh, I love you.” He breathed. “That means so much to me… that you’d trust me with something so sacred. Do you want me to go fast, or ease it in?”

“Slow, please.”

I opened my mouth in a silent scream, shocked by how easily his massive tip slipped inside of me. He bit my ear, moaning heavily and breathing as if it took all his will to not push himself the rest of the way in. The amount of force he’d actually put into the thrust was minimal, but by how he’d reacted I was clamping down on him full-force. I gave him a knowing smile and nodded for him to continue spreading my extremely reluctant walls. He gave another small twitch of his hips, sending another inch of himself plunging into me. I had to resist the urge to cry at how thick he was, and this was only the first few inches. I sighed and took deep breaths, slowly getting used to his pulse beating alongside my own. I could feel him getting close to that spot inside me, the one that I knew would send me into heat the moment he touched it. I just hoped I was ready for the rest of him.

I nodded to him again, but what happened nearly made me scream outright. He sent the rest of his shaft inside me, taint and all until his sack rested against the base of my tail. Tears blurred my vision as he looked down at me lovingly, brushing a stray lock of my mane out from in front of my face. I sat there shaking for easily three minutes, just feeling his entire member sheathed inside of me, pulsing with every beat of his heart. His breath went along with the rhythm of my heart, and I mimicked him, wondering how we could possibly continue after that. He again pushed the bounds of my imagination by drawing out of me, a wet, slick sound filling the room alongside his moan of pleasure. I made the most effeminate noise I’d ever heard, clutching his neck and panting as my walls instinctively attempted to prevent him from leaving me. I nearly fainted from overstimulation as I felt every thick ripple of his stallionhood draw over my prostate, finally letting out a loud, high-pitched utterance that drove Lune mad as his crown brushed that special place inside me. Just when I thought he’d run out of length to draw out of me somehow he continued, until finally his flaring tip was just inside my ring.

I don’t know how long we just sat there panting, but both of us knew that in two more thrusts like that we’d both be at our breaking point. So we merely sat there, him occasionally moving in a small swirling motion, just to keep both of us excited. Eventually I grew tired of his teasing, and tightened as hard as I could on his head. He gasped and I began to shift up and down, teasing him in return. I smiled and lavished his crown in small, unsatisfying thrusts. He eventually got the point and pushed all the way in, prompting me to muffle my scream by pressing my lips to his. My prince moaned and drew out, establishing an even rhythm as we explore each other’s tongues. The entire room echoed with a moist smack as his base met my tail again, and I urged him to continue by nipping lightly at his neck.

His horn lit and his pace quickened after a few minutes of his continued tempo, biting his bottom lip and placing his hooves on my wings to better grip me. I howled my pleasure to the world as he quickened, biting the nape of my neck in wild abandon. I knew he was beyond reason at that point, and any attempts to get him to slow down would go ignored, so I began to push back on him with each thrust, causing my normally composed stallion to pant loudly, his eyes never shifting from mine. His thrusts grew faster and more shallow, focusing his taint on my prostate and his crown somewhere deep inside me. I didn’t know how long he was exactly but it felt like he was reaming my entire chest as he moaned desperately. I lovingly kept his rhythm, tensing as he pulled out and relaxing with every thrust, putting pressure on him when he needed it and melting like butter underneath him when he didn’t.

My hooves began to tingle as he began to twist his hips with every thrust, corkscrewing against my walls as he panted, relishing the sound of me whispering his name with ever repeated thrust of his long shaft. The volume of my exaltations grew as I felt a flood of coolness wash over my loins, with the only source of heat being his firm member inside me. Two more thrusts passed and I was screaming his name, until at last he gave one final push and moaned, filling my cold body with hot strings of seed as my own shot out across my chest, coating my entire stomach in cum. Lune breathed deeply, relishing the smell of sex and love while he basked in his afterglow. My eyes slowly drifted shut, feeling so full, so warm that I couldn’t stay conscious. He noticed what I was doing and sighed, smiling knowingly. He too was tired after so much, and as he pulled out he summoned a towel, mopping up the pools of love I’d left covering me. I shot back into the realm of the living when he touched the towel to my ring, which was so delicate that it sent shockwaves throughout my body at the smallest stimulation. I squeaked, tired and sore from being pinned beneath him for so long. He chuckled, picking me up with magic and cleaning up the rest of the mess before he set me down on a pillow.

“So, how did I do?” He asked me smugly, already knowing the answer.

“If I had the choice to do that every day for the rest of my life, I would.” I breathed, exhausted. “It’s too bad I can’t… I have other princes to serve….”

Lune smiled and kissed my forehead as my eyes fluttered shut. “As long as you remember me fondly, it doesn’t matter how far you wander from me. So long as you come back.”