Futa Shot Glasses

"Goodness, I haven’t had so much fun in quite some time!"

Despite the jovial tone to Princess Luna’s voice, it is her dress that continues to capture your attention. Long and slim, a deep, rich mauve to her dark blue coat, it looks utterly stunning on her. It gracefully hugs the gentle contours of her body while still flattering her figure. Parted near the hem, it exposes the lighter blue stockings that adorn her long legs. But your eyes move upwards, over the swoop of her chest until they meet the simple silver chain that has replaced her peytral this evening.

The colours would look demure on another pony but on Luna they’re appropriate; she blends in well against the dark surroundings, looking as natural a part of her sacred night as the stars that sparkle in her mane and tail.

“Are you not pleased?” Her quiet, inquisitive tone calls you back to the present. “You have been most… calm this evening.” Luna’s hoof stretches out, grazing your hand and you unthinkingly wrap your fingers about it. “Surely I’ve not proven that much of a bore.”

Her assumption is more endearing than concerning, though. Out here, on the quiet night street of Canterlot with not another to see the two of you standing so close, of course she’d let her guard down.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been wondering why you wanted me to accompany you.”

Not shaking her hoof free from your gentle grasp, Luna gives a little tug to get you moving by her side. Each fall of her hoof is marked by a gentle clink from her metal slippers, sharp against your own muted footfalls. The Princess moves in closer against you while you walk and you can’t find it within yourself to shy away; the warmth of her body is welcome against the cool night air but more than that is how much more beautiful her face looks in the pale light of the moon and how close it has become.

“Am I not free to choose who may accompany me on my nightly excursions?” And as if her earlier doubts were all one of her ploys, a wry little smile pulls at her lips. “Or do you think, perhaps, there is another more deserving of my attentions?”

The clink-thump-clink-thump of hooves and feet continue for a moment before Luna’s throaty laughter breaks the rhythmic sounds. There was a time when her laughter could easily have woken half the castle and the surrounding residents but here, now, having come along so much, it’s more sweet than grating. Where Celestia’s is full and rich, Luna’s is light and almost quiet; the little sister, as always.

“Well… you wouldn’t have sent for me if you thought there was.” Those turquoise eyes of hers shine at your remark and it’s impossible to stop a smile rising to your face.

“There may still be hope for you yet.” Luna lightly bumps against you, waist to waist.

It was strange to come across a pony who could match your height but it was more welcomed than Celestia who, while not exactly towering over you, still stood higher. And for all her gentle graces, it was Luna who had been more taken with you and you with her. She, too, knew what it was to be an outsider and her sister dutifully let her take you under her wing. Together you plumbed the nuances of Equestrian society.

Sometimes, as tonight, that meant simply spending time together informally. But you couldn’t deny the feelings that had begun to stir in you after each time you parted ways. How afternoons would find you caught reminiscing on the way the light caught her mane or the way she smiled… Or how her quick wit could leave you utterly speechless but never feeling ashamed.

“Well then, this is me,” you say, with some regret in your voice as you come to an apartment. One of those old buildings in the equally Old Quarter of the city.

“Are you not going to walk me back to the castle?” That wry smile, again, tugs at Luna’s lips and when she leans towards you, you can’t help but notice how her dress—satin, perhaps or maybe silk, the material was as impossible to identify as it was soft—bends about her figure.

“There’s guards posted at nearly every corner,” you respond, still holding her hoof, “besides, I’ve seen the kind of magic you can pull off.”

Princess Luna shuffles in close, enough so that your bodies meet gently. The rustle of the fabric of her dress is just audible over your breathing and when she speaks it’s quiet and slow.

“It is not my safety I fear for.” Her other hoof comes up, touching your hand and once again you find yourself readily taking its smooth curve in your palm. “Return with me. Please.”

Of course you hadn’t even gone for your keys; a part of you held out hope that something like this might happen but for it to be happening right now was… Quite suddenly, you’re taken by how close Luna’s face is. And then, just as suddenly, by how warm her breath is; how beautiful her mane looks when it lies across her shoulders just so.

“Do not make me have to ask you again.”

As if you hadn’t at all been expecting it, Luna closes the distance between you, her smooth chest pressing to your own as her lips lightly brush against yours. The kiss is not quite chaste, not quite lustful and it leaves you hungering for more. Perhaps expecting that, Luna pulls away only slowly and does not resist nor act with any surprise when you plant the gentlest of kisses upon her lips.

“Did you think you needed to ask?” you enquire, after letting yourselves slowly part.

“My sister says I can be inscrutable.” Luna’s eyes watch your own carefully. “She has not spent enough time with you.”

“There shouldn’t be as many guards about tonight, right?” Is she even interested in protecting her image? It’s not as if she’s been afraid to be seen with you before now.

“They see only what they are meant to.” She takes a step back. “As long as I remain safe, and you have not given me cause to feel otherwise, what I do is no more their business than my sister’s.”

Your heart is almost aching, legs feeling like they’re rooted to the spot and yet that you need to go, to run as fast as you can. A shiver runs through the Princess, still held by and holding you and you step away from your door, towards her.

“What did you want to do?” Artless as you are, you can’t help yourself in asking.

Luna doesn’t respond, save to give your hands a quick pull that sees you first following and then walking by her side.

You never once notice the guards you pass, the one or two curious onlookers or even when you pass under through the castle’s barbican or its heavy doors. The halls leading to Luna’s chambers are of the kind of muted colours you’d expect from her – cool blues and rich, creamy whites; flecks of what could be quartz sparkle in the ceiling here and there but never as beautiful or as drawing as her mane.

When the two of you stand before the black lacquered doors of her chambers, Luna takes a quick scan about and then kisses you. Not at all chaste and wholly lustful, her hooves descend to your hips and hold you against the door while your hands drape over her slender shoulders. If you didn’t want this as much as her you might have questioned her insistence but as it is, you barely bat an eye when her horn lights and the door is pushed ajar, along with you past it.

There’s not a moment’s hesitation in Luna’s step as she continues to push you past the door. Or rather, she pushes and you pull her along until you feel your knees bump against her massive bed and then suddenly give out under you. Human and pony come crashing down onto the bed with cries of surprise and delight, lightly bouncing on its covers.

Luna lies atop you, one leg straddling your own and hooves on either side of you. She’s been forward in the past, yes but this feels almost… predatory. The only—small—consolation is that your hands still rest on her hips but you cannot deny the titillating tingle of fear that runs through you at the image of such a powerful alicorn having you exactly where she wants.

The susurration of Luna’s leg upon the cotton duvet catches your attention suddenly, as does the smile she dons. Her ethereal mane spills down around her neck and shoulders, leaving curiously cool sensations where it brushes against your skin. But it’s those gorgeous turquoise eyes, wide and filled with emotion that really catch your attention.

“So… what now?” You immediately mentally kick yourself for asking the question as soon as it leaves your lips. “I mean-”

“Now.” Luna leans in, letting her lips touch upon yours in a maddeningly quick kiss. “I change out of this and into more suitable attire. I believe I know of just the thing to… arouse your interest.”

She draws her hooves down over your shoulder and chest as she moves back. The pressure is light but you can’t take your eyes off Luna’s dark blue coat, nor can you ignore the warmth that follows in the wake of her touch. Her expression morphs, changing into something closer to that which normally graces her face. The anxiousness that had gripped you melts away but in its wake is left a growing arousal that you’ve felt on more than one occasion due to the beautiful princess above you.

“If you would be so kind as to remove this.” Luna gently tugs at your shirt with her hoof. “I would hate for it to become… dirtied.”

Standing off from you and the bed, you’re allowed to finally sit up and watch as Luna turns and slowly makes her way to an adjacent door. You haven’t had too many glimpses of her back this evening but right now you’re given as clear a view as any that the dress was made to fit her perfectly – it hugs her hips and rump, not accentuating it any more than is strictly needed. It’s more than evident that Luna has quite the feminine cut.

Your musing is interrupted by a gentle tug at your shirt and whipping your view down, you spot a blue glow encircling one of the buttons before it becomes undone.

“You shall have all the time in the world to admire my figure when I come back. I only ask that you allow me to do the same.”

You look back up but Luna’s now out of sight, the light in the adjoining room lit but her shadow not visible. The spots where her hoof touched upon still feel warm but you’re gripped by a different kind of heat now. This all begins to feel utterly real, far more so than any of the dreams you’ve ever experienced of this blue beauty. And there had been a few, most of them quite… vivid.

It’s now that you notice how her chamber is circular and the carpet underfoot a darker blue than her coat. As you stand and begin to unbutton your shirt, you notice the duvet is of a lighter blue and the pillows the same creamy white as the walls outside. Tapestries adorn the walls, all of them looking to bear the finest craftsponyship but then how could you ever have expected anything else from the private chamber of one of the Princesses?

You slide your jacket off, gently tossing it back to the bed only to continue your examination of the room. Apart from the usual accoutrements there’s a case at one side, scrolls and books filling its shelves. It’s anyone’s guess what they contain and you’re not about to start prying now. Spells, most likely, maybe a few books of fiction.

The last button on your shirt comes undone and you slide it from your shoulders to quickly join the jacket. That bed, it does look awfully comfortable and it had been far softer than any you’ve ever experienced when Luna pushed you onto it.

A light shiver runs through you at that thought. She’s never been quite so aggressive as that but it’s definitely not a side you don’t want to see more of. For too long she’s been feeling that she lacks control in her life; perhaps this is a way you may give back to her some of that control.

“I do hope you like this.” You hear Luna call out from the other room. “I’ve taken quite a chance, I realise.”

The first thing you notice when she steps up to the doorframe is that she still bears the same light blue stockings. They run from her hooves to her thighs, doing nothing save accentuating her ample figure in that area. Your eyes immediately turn to hers, looking softer than when she’d pushed you through the door of her chamber and from there you move down along her slender neck to the gentle curve of her chest.

She lacks the breasts of a human woman but is no less attractive for it. If anything, it almost seems appropriate; it leads your gaze down onto her abdomen and from there…

No, that couldn’t be right. A penis, of a slightly lighter shade of blue than her coat, juts from between her legs. From just above its medial ring to the tip it takes on a slightly reddish hue and throbs gently with each passing moment. Clear fluid spills from the tip, down along the shaft and Luna draws a hoof down to stroke at its side, coaxing more of the clear fluids to run free.

“Is something troubling you?” she asks cooly, seductively. “You seem… Distracted.”

Luna turns to one side and leans against the doorframe, bearing the full length of what is now undeniably her penis. It’s… long. How, exactly, you’re not sure but it easily puts you to shame. The organ pulses as she strokes a semi-circle on the tip, looking over to you with hungry eyes.

“Perhaps I need to regain your attention, hm?”

And just like that, she turns from the door and slowly starts making her way towards you. With each step her member bobs gently, dripping clear fluids as she nears. Luna bites down on her lip, gazing at you with wide, almost bashful eyes. Around the bed she walks, taking great care to ensure her penis shakes and bobs and in doing so, fully catches your gaze.

There she stands before you, almost naked and far more different than you ever could have imagined. Your stomach knots up as you recall that not one of your dreams had gone like this; the pony you have longed for and admired is… You can barely bring yourself to think it.

“Luna…” you mutter weakly.

“Hush,” the mare responds, closing the gap with an outstretched hoof and easily pushing you back onto the bed. Your treacherous body still feels that same tingling warmth at her touch. “I would never presume to order to do anything you would not wish to but…” Luna takes a slow, deep breath and closes her eyes, smiling shyly. “I would be most pleased if I might feel your touch.”

It’s so close you can almost smell it, deep and musky but not the harsh scent of a stallion. It’s still undeniably Luna and that is the one thing that gives you pause but also stops your hand from rising from the bed. So you can only sit there, looking at the throbbing organ before your eyes.

“There’s no need to be shy, I have anticipated this for some time!” When moments pass and you still remain motionless, Luna opens her eyes and looks down. “Truly, I do not mean to insult you. Am I, perhaps, being too insistent? Did you wish for us to progress slower?”

“Luna,” you mumble, trying to find the right words, “you have a penis.”

The mare looks down at you blankly, then to the appendage between her legs and then back to you.

“Yes.” The tone she uses would be appropriate if you’d just said it was night outside and the moon was up.

“Luna, you have a penis,” you say with more insistence but Luna continues to look at you just as plainly. “Why… It’s… Are you a stallion?”

First she raises an eyebrow and then giggles. The giggle grows into a laugh, the turgid member in front of you shaking about and splattering droplets of fluid here and there all the while. If the scene weren’t so ridiculous you may have joined her but you can only sit there, looking at her.

“Oh! Oh my, you mustn’t joke so! I know I’m taller than most mares but really, that is a little…” She trails off, noticing that your expression hasn’t changed. “Was that not said in jest?”

All you can bring yourself to do is shake your head, finally tearing your eyes from the long penis that has not deflated.

“Er… Then, may I ask why you’re so surprised?” She almost sounds impatient. “Surely you have noticed before now that… No?”

“No.” You can’t stand, not with that thing so close so instead you content yourself with keeping your eyes on hers. “Why would I?”

Luna’s cheeks redden suddenly. “I presumed you felt it during our embraces or perhaps my sister mentioned it, knowing how close we had become.” Frowning, she deflates somewhat. “You really didn’t know?”

“Luna…” Your feel your own blush rise to your cheeks. “Mares don’t have penises.” There’s a line you’ve never anticipated yourself ever having to speak to her.

“Not all, no,” she responds, matter-of-factly and sits down next to you, thankfully taking her appendage from before your eyes. “And allow me to assure you that I am a mare. I would know were it not so.”

You want to believe it, you so desperately do. All those evenings spent with her, talking, sharing drink and food, even embracing her… Surely you were not misled about who you shared them with. All the hopes you’d built could not be for naught. The universe could never be as cruel as that.

“Luna, I want to believe that, really I do, but-”

You cut yourself short upon feeling her hoof touch your hand, just like it had this evening.

“Please do not say that. Do not doubt me.” There’s a tiny quaver to her voice. “I had hoped you would be different.”

Tentatively, you take hold of her hoof. Whatever misgivings you have are lost in the wake of realising how she must feel. A mare with a penis… This world had presented you with far stranger things and yet it’s still a difficult pill to swallow.

“I had thought you, knowing the sting of alienness, would at least be willing to see past this,” she continues, “I thought you may prove more open to the idea of loving me.”

Your heart feels like it’s in your throat. One the one hand, by your side sits the mare you’ve grown to love. Yes, that is the word for it. She’s witty, charming, more intelligent than any woman you’ve ever been with and possessed of a beauty that far outstrips any you’ve come across before. On the nights you’ve spent together, too many have had one or both of you realising all too late how long you’d spent just talking. Or not talking and instead soaking in each other’s company. She had been a friend in a strange land where you knew none and then had grown to steal your heart.

But… on the other hand, she has a penis.

You almost laugh at the absurdity of how it sounds; both weighed against all that she means to you and how ridiculous a notion it is. And yet that very notion sits by your side right now. She looks at you with glimmering eyes and holds your hand with a hoof that shakes lightly. The radiant beauty you’ve been so taken by is still there, still just as captivating.

If you didn’t look down you wouldn’t know any better. Before she’d undressed you’d never even known!

Clearly losing hope, Luna gently pulls her hoof free from your hand.

“I am sorry.” Her voice is barely above a whisper and sounds strained. “You, too, I have misled and now… Now I have…” She makes a sound almost like a sob. You’ve been sitting there too long trying to puzzle this out. This is clearly not the first time she’s suffered humiliation at the hands of a supposed lover.

In time you can find your answer more fully but right now you can’t risk giving up something this good in your life on a matter that you haven’t even decided on. So you catch her hoof before she can pull it away and before Luna can ask what you’re doing, you sweep your other hand over the smooth curve of her stomach.

A light gasp escapes the mare, one that is near halted by you quickly moving in to press your lips to hers. Her eyes widen, a tiny squeak of surprise being the only sound before something of a low moan. The tears that threatened to roll across her cheeks fall as Luna shuts her eyes, leaning into the kiss.

You can feel the quickened rise and fall of her abdomen as her breathing picks up and in a rush of your own emotion, you move your hand down onto her thigh, inching it in ever closer to the stiff organ that has rapidly regained its erect state. It’s now or never that you’ll find out if this really is something that’s going to stand in the way of both your happiness. You move your hand in until your fingers slowly clasp around the thick shaft of her penis and…

Nothing. No rising nausea, no painful guilt at the realisation that you’re horrified, no broken-hearted Luna breaking down as you pull away. Quite to the contrary, Luna whimpers lightly, her hips bucking into your grip as she leans more into the kiss you continue to hold. Your fingers squeeze the pulsing shaft and a low moan rises in her throat. That, as much as the knowledge that you’ve made her feel good, stirs your own arousal.

But your body’s needs can’t be ignored and eventually you’re forced to break the kiss, both of you lightly panting after. Luna’s expression is unreadble but from the fact that your hand doesn’t leave her member, a smile begins to form on her lips.

“But you-”

“I know.” You think you do. “I’m sorry. I was surprised but…” You look down, then back up, seeing only the mare you adore. “Can we try this again?”

Luna’s hoof touches your arm and she turns about to almost face you, nodding. Seeing her so upset had been a shock, true but it only strengthens your resolve never to see her like that again.

“Perhaps we should move slower."