A drop of fuel for a Nightmare

Luna's carriage, pulled by two of her night guard, curved down onto the landing pad as she returned. She looked happy. It looked good on her.

You had a plan. The sun was starting to peek over the horizon, and Luna would be shattered from her night's exertions, and probably quite stressed. Hopefully, she'd like to talk about what happened, too. Your plan was simple - offer to run her a bath, bring her a hot cocoa, and hope she takes the hint. It wasn't the most forward plan in the world, but it was one that Luna could choose to turn down without being too cruel about it.

She shattered your plan in an instant as she jumped down off of the carriage, thanked her guards, and walked over to you with a purposeful look in her eyes. The moment she was close enough you could almost feel her breath against your body, you felt a magical force overwhelm you as she forced you to your knees, bringing your heads to the same level.

Then, without questioning, nor waiting for your obvious approval, she kissed you. Right there, on the landing pad, with guards and a few scattered ponies alike watching. It was glorious. Screw the plan, who needs the plan? You had everything you needed right here. Her tongue shied away from actually entering your mouth, but that wasn't important - the way her eyes closed as she tilted her head, holding you steady with a magical glow was. The way her lip lingered for just a moment, sucking lightly on your lower lip before she moved further upwards once again, grinding your two lips together, mattered more than anything else.

Far, far too soon, she broke off, stepping back. "Thank you." she whispered. "We should return inside, we have much to tell you!" she insisted, before taking off at a fast walk towards the castle, and her tower. You had no choice, of course, but to follow her.

You caught up to find her waiting for you, holding the great wooden doors of her tower open so you could enter. As soon as you were inside, she was off at a gallop up the stairs, and you lost sight of her after a second as she ascended the spiral staircase.

Before you could go any further, you noticed Shadow Shield hiding, appropriately, in the shadows. "Good luck!" he whispered as he made sure you saw him sneaking out of the door, closing it behind him. You and Luna were alone.

"We request you make haste, subject!" she yelled from the top of the stairs, reminding you why being alone with her was a good thing. Though, again, you wondered whether she would ever stop calling you "Subject".

"Oh, it was wonderful!" Luna exclaimed as you joined her in the main hall. She, too, looked wonderful. Her hair flowed even freer than you'd ever seen it, and her voice seemed different somehow. Kinder, like a chorus of angels. You realised you'd heard it before - the first time you met her, when she was talking with Celestia. When she'd noticed you then, she'd shouted, but now? How far she'd come.

"You were right, you were completely right. They don't hate me at all! A little concerned, at first, and there was some running, but with the help of the young Twilight Sparkle we solved all of that!" she grinned, almost breaking out into a dance.

You were happy for her, she looked good smiling.

"I feel good, too." she agreed, "And I owe it all to you."

The last few words hung in the air for a moment as the sun finally broke over the horizon and flooded the room with brightly coloured lights. Both of you shielded your eyes - the day was just too... colourful for you now.

"May we retire to the bedroom, perhaps?" Luna asked.

Of course, you'll see her in the morning.

"Ahem, I did not mean the royal we." Luna insisted.

Oh. Oh, right. Most certainly.

Once the thick bedroom door was closed, and Luna lit a few candles, it was just like being in the comfortable dead of night once more, except in a much smaller room. A much smaller room mostly filled with a large, silken looking bed. It looked gorgeous, you thought it might actually be able to give you a decent night's sleep.

"It is perhaps a little cramped in here. Perhaps we should lie together?" Luna innocently suggested, jumping up onto the bed and patting the side of the bed next to her with a hoof. You complied, lying next to her as you both stared up at the roof.

"Subject, I have another confession to make." Luna quietly whispered, still staring quite pointedly at the ceiling. "My sister and I differ on another thing. She would often, when she found the right stallion, take a lover from the population. I, of course, never saw the point."

You nodded, pretending to at least sort of understand - but you feared this was one of the issues an immortal simply had to deal with in their own way. Or make out with their sister. You mentally slapped yourself - that wasn't the sort of mental image you could cope with right now.

"I see the point now." she whispered. "I... perhaps you needn't retire to your own chambers this morning?"

That sounded like an invitation. You looked to your side, and saw her staring very intently at the ceiling, as if it were the most interesting thing in the room, when everything she was saying said the exact opposite.

You'd like that', Princess'. Again, however, you had to wonder if she was ever going to stop calling you 'Subject'.

She rolled onto her side, falling much closer to you. The end of her muzzle brushed against your face as she landed, staring into your eyes. With a delicious grin, and a devious stare, she asked "Is that really what you want me to do, Subject? Do you not wish to serve your princess?"

You didn't have an answer to that one. Not because you didn't know what to say, but because seeing the normally aloof, even while she was being vulnerable, Princess Luna try to be seductive was distracting. Very very distracting.

You uh... no, Subject was fine.

"We thought as much. Thou should not want to disappoint us, we would hope." she whispered, running a hoof over your shirt. Had she fallen back to the royal Canterlot voice? Was that intentional? Most importantly, did you care?

"Ah, my loyal servant. Much as you have brought light to my life, I made a promise to you several nights ago. Should the populace of Ponyville run in fear, you should be punished. Though their fear was well meaning and light of spirit, they ran." she whispered, the kindness in her voice the only hint that she hadn't suddenly become a tyrannical ruler.

"Remove your clothing, subject. Your punishment is at hoof." she commanded, giving you a light shove and forcing you out of bed. If she wanted to play tyrant, you were going to play tyrant.

You begged her to reconsider - you were too young to die!

"What? No, no! I was just... pretending! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that!" she immediately apologised, her voice becoming softer as her eyes softened and she sat up.

You sighed - no, you were pretending too.

"I... oh! You... want to? Oh my. I must warn you, I've never actually done any of these things." she admitted, as if she had to tell you she wasn't actually a tyrannical ruler of evil. Though, given her history, it was unsurprising she felt the need.

"Well then." she whispered, before returning to her royal yelling. "You consider yourselves better than us? Should your deeds go unpunished simply because you do not wish to be held accountable? Unacceptable."

Taking her make-believe very seriously, Luna's horn began to glow and you felt yourself being picked up, before she thrust you into the wall and pinned you, getting up from the bed and walking behind you.

"Regardless of what you have done, you are my subject. You shall obey, or your punishment shall be worsened. Remove your clothing. Now." she commanded, the winds from her voice blowing through your hair and pushing you even harder into the wall.

Unceremoniously, she removed the magic and let you drop to the floor, falling to your knees. A few moments later you'd almost gotten your wits back together enough to realise you should be undressing.

"Now!" Luna commanded, lightly striking your face with her hoof and causing you to wince. She was taking this very seriously. Hurriedly, you began to undress, pulling off your clothes and throwing them into a small pile at the side of the room. The air was much colder when you were naked, though the lack of underwear relieved a great pressure from your loins as your erection was allowed to roam free.

"I... oh my, that's larger than I was expecting from the anatomy diagrams," Luna exclaimed, dropping character for a moment to lean down and inspect your shaft. She probably hadn't seen one in 1000 years, you felt she was excused. After a few moments, you coughed. Princess?

"Oh, of course. For your crime of treason, we sentence you to punishment by our own hoof. Stand." she demanded.

You struggled to your feet, her intimidating nature somewhat lessened by your standing a good foot taller than her.

Luna's hair began to sway in an unseen breeze as she rose into the air, rising above you as her eyes began to gloss over. Her voice was joined with what sounded like a chorus of herself as she almost screamed at you, "Position yourself on the bed, criminal. We shall have our way with you."

She somehow grabbed you with a hoof and pushed you down onto the bed, your face squashed into the gorgeous silken sheets. You thought you could sleep on these quite comfortably, were it not for the circumstances.

Princess, you have done nothing wrong! It was a mistake!

"Be silent. We did not command you to speak." Luna snapped, bring down a hoof to strike across your backside with an audible snap. That actually really hurt, and your unprepared body let out a quiet gasp. "I commanded silence, in all forms! Speak again at your peril."

Luna hovered over you, and landed on the bed in front, your head still pushed into the duvet by an unseen force. You could barely move, as if your body was ten times heavier than usual. Luna stretched out a hoof towards your face, resting it a few inches away on the soft material.

"Lick." she demanded, a single word spoken with as much malice as she could manage.

You struggled, attempting to comply - you knew what would happen if you didn't - but your body refused to answer. Every centimetre towards your target felt like a marathon, your tongue straining outwards lest your princess become impatient and decide to punish you further. Just one more millimetre.

Luna moved her hoof back another centimetre. "Do you not wish to appease your goddess? We can punish you more traditionally, should you wish. We hear the dungeons are awful this time of year."

Grunting, you reached up with your arms, trying to claw your way along the bed. She wasn't making this easy for you. Putting all your effort into it, you finally reached your goal, and, panting heavily, laid your tongue against her hoof, happily tracing a lick over it with a sense of intense achievement.

After a few moments of work, Luna retrieved her hoof and inspected it. "Acceptable." she admitted.

You thanked her, struggling upwards as you felt the weight on your body begin to subside as Luna seemed happy with your progress.

"We should think so, too, subject." she scoffed, pushing you back down onto the bed with her now clean hoof. "Though we did not give you permission to rise. We trust you shall be more respectful in future."

You apologised reflexively. You weren't sure whether that one came from pretending or actually just having become quite subservient over the past few months. You didn't care.

"Now, subject. Crawl upwards, I want you on the bed." Luna demanded, jumping off and giving your rear a light-hearted push, and a bit of a squeeze. Not entirely in-character.

Without the force weighing you down, your journey was short and painless and you quickly reached the end of the bed, lying flat against it with your legs slightly bent to accommodate your manliness.

"Flip."

You turned over, resting against the soft and smooth bed. Lying on it was incredibly comfortable, it had great support. You looked forward to using it properly later.

Luna snapped you out of your fantasy with a wave of her horn, black magic tendrils snaking out from below the bed and binding your limbs, pulling them taught and holding you in place.

"Now, subject, you are completely within our power." Luna grinned, half-dropping character as she realised she didn't even need the tyrant act to drive you crazy any more. Floating past you, she ran a hoof down your leg, watching the way your body shivered with every touch and your light gasps as she neared particularly sensitive areas.

With a smack, she slapped her hoof down onto your side. "We did not give you permission to speak, did we?" she reminded you, grinning as she began to really, really enjoy her activities.

Landing on top of you, Luna rested her forelegs against your chest as she swooped down, meeting your lips once more for a kiss. This time, she was more dominant, forcing her tongue into your mouth and wrestling for just a moment until your mouth submitted, letting her inside completely. She took over, driving the kiss as she pushed harder, somehow managing to find the angle that let your mouths lock as if they were made for each other, forming a perfect seal.

Luna's tail rippled and waved around behind her, the edge occasionally tickling over your shaft, the semitransparent hair blowing around it almost (but not entirely) like it wasn't there at all. The minute sensation was, nonetheless, enough to drive your teased and abused body wild as you moaned helplessly into her mouth.

She pulled back, shifting her body and leaning against you, her tail now wafting against you far more often. "You want this, don't you, subject?"

Yes.

"Yes what?" she hissed.

Yes, Princess.

"Not good enough. Call me mistress. And beg." Luna commanded, falling back into her tyrannical act and speaking with a completely serious face. Even if you had wanted to deny her, the light brushing against your length was undeniable, each minor tickle driving you towards the edge. You couldn't help yourself, and the words left your mouth before you'd even had a chance to let your tongue know you were okay with saying them.

Please, you begged. Please, mistress, you needed this.

"Not good enough. This is a punishment." Luna denied you. "I require a sacrifice first."

She turned around, presenting herself to you. "Lick." was her only command, holding herself a few inches away from your head. You reached forward, struggling against your binds and arching your back, trying to bring her into reach. Stretching to your limits, you could just about make it.

Bringing your face as close to her as you could, you took a deep breath, taking in the scents of a goddess in heat. Your heart began to beat faster and you closed your eyes as the smells overwhelmed you, like a gorgeous and arousing nectar. You had to know how it tasted.

Reaching out with a tongue, you laid a slow, deliberate lick all from the bottom of her thin slit, which was a dark pink against her dark blue coat, to the top, taking in the flavour the whole way. It was like honey, but more soothing. You wanted - needed - more.

Luna let out a happy moan as you got to work, enjoying the feeling of another tracing across her body for the first time in so many years. She let her head slowly drop as your tongue began to probe inside, seeking out new sources of her ambrosia as you strained forward in your attempts to please your princess ever more.

Her head slowly dropped downwards as each enthusiastic lick drove her a little crazier, her mane starting to be affected by gravity as she stopped caring about her appearance, abandoning herself to the feeling of your tongue delving inside of her. As her head fell, and her eyes slid closed, her worldview began to collapse to only include you and her, and this room. Damn politics, damn what anypony else thought, that was all that mattered.

She was brought back into the present quite rudely as her falling nose poked against your shaft, wetting it slightly with a few beads of precum. "Oh my", she whispered - not that you noticed, being too preoccupied burying your nose in her behind - viewing your length close up once more, her fallen mane surrounding it and the twinkling starlight within providing the only illumination for her. You hadn't quite given her what she wanted yet, but she didn't really care.

Gingerly tasting it with the tip of her tongue, Luna tested the waters to see how nice it was going to be. It tasted salty. Not distasteful, but salty. Reaching forward, she took the very tip between her lips, gasping slightly as the sensation caused your shaft to bob around and move, scraping it against her lips and splattering the edge of her coat with a little more fluid.

You barely noticed, still preoccupied with servicing your princess. For every few straight licks, you would add a long, deep kiss to her nether lips, and for every few kisses, you would give her exposed clitoris a teasing scrape, bringing Luna to new heights of pleasure each cycle.

Taking your diligent actions as an inspiration, Luna began to slowly push down, letting your length slowly squeeze between her lips. Every few moments she had to take a break to helplessly groan around it, scrunching her eyes shut as the pleasure overwhelmed her body. She was a goddess, but that didn't mean she was used to such intimate treatment.

Eventually, Luna felt her lips reach your skin, and realised she had your entire penis sticking down her muzzle. The thought was enough to make her giggle - there she was, goddess of the night and co-ruler of an entire kingdom, lying sprawled in bed with somebody's cock down her throat. She would have been quite sure Celestia never saw that one coming. She loved it.

After her gigglefit was over, Luna returned to her task, slowly raising her head and doing her best to try and lick at it, as she'd seen in uncouth magazines that she'd never really read. Or read the articles in, anyway - some of the pictures were too interesting to pass up.

Slowly and awkwardly, she found a cycle that seemed to work. Pull up, dragging her tongue along one side; Wait for a moment as the pleasure from behind her overwhelmed her body and assaulted her mind, driving all thought from her form and leaving her a groaning wreck; Push down, sucking all the way; Repeat. It worked quite well, she thought.

As time went on, she felt her body begin to tingle. Your attentions were doing more than driving her mind wild, they were building up across her body and pulling her closer to her first orgasm for over 1000 years. It had been a long time coming, so what was another few minutes. She pulled up, forgetting to stop sucking and leaving the head of your penis to wobble back and forth as it escaped from her mouth with a pop.

"Stop!" she demanded. You didn't hear.

"Stop it, subject! Now!" she commanded. You didn't hear.

Her mind melted once more as you gave her clit a light suck, and her head fell back forward, landing to the side of your crotch. "Oh, we do like that..." she whispered to nobody in particular as she tried to recover. Gathering what strength she could, she crawled forward, pulling herself away from you.

"We did say stop, I hope you realise. You're lucky we're feeling generous, lest that be cast as treasonous." Luna playfully reprimanded you as you blushed, realising just how far into that you'd gotten.

Luna turned to face you, sitting upwards on your stomach. "Hold still." she said, as if the ropes holding your limbs gave you a choice.

"Do you want us?" she asked, unable to resist one last chance at teasing. "Will you be-" she began, before being interrupted by your pleas.

Please, prin- mistress. Are you not a good servant? Have you not earned this?

"You have." she agreed, raising her body and moving slightly back, aligning the slick head of your shaft with the wet and well licked, now slightly parted lips of her slit. Slowly, she lowered, impaling herself on your rod and groaning every inch of the way as she slowly fell. Her walls squeezed against you, and every heartbeat was reflected through your body as it caused them to squeeze and tense, the red hot heat from inside of her seeping through.

Luna's cheeks flushed red as she began to blush, her mane now completely at the whims of gravity as it fell over her body, bouncing up and down as she pushed and pulled herself around you, looking for a moment like she was doing a perverse imitation of somebody riding a bull. All she was missing was the hat - though with that horn, she probably couldn't wear one. Never mind.

Again slowly finding an awkward rhythm, Luna began to ride you with all the enthusiasm she could muster. Your legs were bound so tightly you couldn't even thrust back, much as you tried, so it was all on her. Every bounce brought both of you a little closer to release, every drop ending in a wet squelch and a moaning pony as she commanded the both of you to orgasm.

"Don't - unf" she spoke, or at least tried, "not before me."

You nodded, you'd do your best. Not that you'd have much say in it at this rate, every second bringing you closer to an explosive release you doubted you could hold back for long.

Luna's face began to twitch as her body underwent the same experience, the tingling returning harder than before as it began to concentrate around her loins, each thrust intensifying it harder than she thought possible as it started to blank her mind and fill her body with white-hot pleasure.

Unbeknown to both of you, a storm was brewing outside, lightning striking the tower and being safely redirected elsewhere by the magical lightning rods with every few moments, as yet another spike of unstoppable pleasure raced through Luna's horn, discharging into the atmosphere.

Luna gave in first, her face contorting in pleasure as her mouth hung open while she came, her mind and body whiting out as every muscle in her body spasmed, twitching and writhing against you and telling you you didn't need to hold on any more. Without the threat of not pleasing your princess, your time came immediately as you joined her in mindless bliss, ejaculating shots of sticky semen inside of her and adding to her pleasure as she felt the sensation of being filled with another's seed, something she hadn't felt for a very long time.

What felt like minutes later, both of you were spent, and she collapsed on top of you as the magical restraints disintegrated - not that you had enough strength left to struggle, now. Luna fell forward and landed on your chest, her mane draped over the both of you as she panted heavily into your shoulder.

Luna recovered quickly, using her unfair metabolism to her advantage. "We are impressed. Consider yourself pardoned." she whispered, closing her eyes and shifting around until she was resting by your side. "One last request for tonight?" she asked in a low whisper.

Anything, princess.

"Don't leave me."

You wouldn't dream of it. Using all the strength you could muster, you pushed an arm underneath her and rolled over slightly, resting against her body and holding her close. Her head was tilted, and her horn rested against your cheek, but you didn't mind when she began to nuzzle your chest, and squeeze back in response.

Luna using the last of her strength, she picked the both of you up and pulled the duvet aside, letting you fall before she tucked the pair of you in. Hers was more impressive. You had the better hug. She had the better happy sigh, and you couldn't even compete with the way she wiggled slightly as she tried to get closer to you.

After months of sleeping in a normal pony bed, though, you knew for certain who was going to have the most fulfilling sleep.