Luna had known that the evening she had spent with Strong Shield had been one of the few that he would get. That is to say, he was a guard and as such lived at the castle. In the barracks. Surrounded by many other guards. Never alone.

Yes, she had known that the time between when she and he would... interact... would be far and few between, but she had not taken into consideration just how much time would actually pass before further unions. She was experiencing feelings that had not previously afflicted her. Luna had been finding it hard to sleep, think, or do any of the few royal duties that were tasked to her. She had been finding that her own dreams were, well, lustful. She had also found that self-fornication was not nearly as satisfactory as the few times pre-coitus when she had called upon its services. No, she had decided that it would no longer suffice. She would need him for her urges to be satisfied. No, she thought, I want him.

Strong Shield was guarding at his scheduled post. He appeared to be completely empty of thought, mind devoid of anything but "guard". In truth, however, his mind was more active than it had been in years. He had now found himself concerned with things that had been trivial for his previous years in service to the Royal Canterlot Guard, such as the changing of the guard (five minutes) and the meal that Princess Celestia had (today she had gone with a light lunch, favouring a few hay and daisy sandwiches to a larger desert of cake that had been accented with bananas.)

Most importantly, however, his mind was obsessed with the obscenely beautiful Princess of the Night. With her gorgeous figure, supple curves, and remarkably attractive face. Features that he had neglected prior to her visit. It had taken him off guard at first (pun not intended) but he had soon melted under her shyness after such an abrasive approach. At first, it hadn't seemed romantic, not in the slightest. However as the night carried on, she had seemed more like a pony to him in place of the Goddess he had usually associated with her. He had seen her shy, flirty, cuddly (Is that an emotion? If so, she was definitely that.) and even downright lusty. He unfortunately hadn't gotten the opportunity to get to know the legendary mare, her having fled before any further network had taken place, but as he stood still as a statue in the corridors that she herself roamed, he found himself struggling to identify his stance on the Princess of Dreams. He wanted to believe it was only lust, but the smaller, wiser part of his brain argued in the defence of love.

He was snapped out of his trance-like state (though expertly did not show any signs of any such thing taking place) as two guards approached his post.

"Iron, you're off."

The stallion that Strong Shield had been stationed with nodded and made leave, clearly eager for rest. Strong Shield himself made to follow Iron Spear, but was stopped abruptly by a gilded hoof in his path.

"Not you, mate. You're wanted by the higher-ups. Said to meet 'em up in the war rooms for some reason. You know where that is, right?"

Strong Shield only nodded, the large room with its impressive balcony came to mind. With a dismissal and jovial slap on the flank, Strong Shield shoved off for the war room, his mood slightly dampened and dampening the more he thought about rest he would be losing and dreams he would be missing. He began the trek through the castle that would end in the gruelling ascent of the ridiculously tall tower.

He was almost there, approaching the end of the hall where the looming doorway sat expectantly, maliciously mocking him with every step he took. He passed the first door on his right and was about to pass the second when he felt a weight on his muzzle. It was incredibly subtle as he hadn't been using his jaws to begin with but had not escaped his detection. Before he could begin to make any action on development, however, he found his body being pulled through the air against his will. Back he flew, back into the first doorway, where the door closed quietly and a lock clicked.

Luna smiled over the surprised and now straddled body of her infatuate, lips already moistening as she anticipated him. He was still dressed fully in his armour, but somehow the thought of removing said barding served only to entice her further. She stared expectantly into his startlingly green eyes.

He was extremely confused at first, ingrained instincts screaming at him everything that was wrong with the situation, but as the threat of immediate danger proved to be benign he relaxed under her, even smiling back up into her deep blue eyes. He, making the first move for what he was almost certain was the first time (if you didn't count the blatant abduction of his person to be the first move), pushed his muzzle up against hers, parting his lips and smiling into the kiss as she reciprocated. The sensation of her tongue entering his mouth was driving him mad and as her teeth closed gently on his lower lip and sucked lightly at it, he lost what control he had maintained up to this point.

Luna had her own smile as she felt his cock spring to life beneath her, the now hardened tip prodding at her backside. She lifted her haunches slightly, allowing the throbbing erection to rest on the soft, exposed fur of his belly. She again lowered herself onto him, grinding against the massive member as the kiss became even more passionate. She could feel his hardened flesh rubbing against the pink flesh just beneath the lips, her lust coating its length. She became more and more anxious the longer she did so, and began to push against the flattened erection, struggling to avoid putting it inside of her. She reached the point where her desire could no longer be contained, and was about to shift so as to allow the cock to slide in.

She felt the frown on his face before she could see it, his lips pulling away from hers as he did so. She didn't stop grinding nethers against his as he spoke.

"I, um, they called for me to meet them in, mm, the war room. Erng, I have, ugh, I have to go."

Luna only smiled and continued her movement as she replied to his unfortunate news.

"Do you, ah, truly believe that you, mmmmm, were summoned to th-the, ooh, the war room in times of peace?"

Strong Shield's grin exploded as her words rung in his head. He again brought their faces into congress as he, in a surprisingly strong move, rolled her over her back. With the new position, the grinding had stopped, but Strong Shield's words filled the gap (though at this point Luna was hoping very desperately that something else would fill the gap.)

"It has come to my attention, my princess, that you had serviced me the other day without receiving anything yourself. I intend to remedy that."

Before the Lunar Princess could protest, his lips laid tracks down her body, causing her to shiver. She grew more excited as the trail he was making neared its expected destination. She gasped as his lips pressed against hers, only now they were lips of an entirely different variety. Luna closed her eyes tightly as she gripped the sheets with her hooves, she arched her back as each passing of his surprisingly soft tongue sent a shock of pleasure through her. She, using much of her might, opened one of her eyes to stare hungrily at the still erect boner that the stallion was sporting under himself. She slammed her eye shut again and mentally began to unclasp the armour around the buck who was still earnestly working to please her. He had begun to work her clitoris more each time he lapped at the length of her pussy. His muzzle was being covered in small spurts of her gratitude. He either did not notice or did not care as her magic lifted his armour off of him.

Luna arched her back more violently as one particular stroke had sent her orgasming. She closed her legs around his head and used her hooves as well to hold it in place as little waves of her clear cum covering his face. She gasped as the torrent of pleasure ceased, her forelegs dropping her sides in exhaustion. She was surprised, however, as Strong Shield began to climb his way up towards her on the large bed, clearly not finished. His lips once again pressed against hers as she felt his strong hoof reach down and begin to rub against her slit. She performed likewise as she reached down and wrapped her hoof around the well-endowed stallion's member. She timed to match the speed of his hoof, and pumped her hoof up and down his large cock.

She felt him pick up speed in the movement of his hoof, and did likewise. She could feel his hoof press enticingly against her cunt as he rubbed more vigorously, causing her pleasure to once again increase. She moved her hoof more rapidly as he picked up pace. The two carried on, the pleasure in both clear through the moans and gasps brought forth from their activities. At last, Luna pressed deeper into Strong Shield's kiss as she felt her second orgasm cause her body to arch and sending her into bliss. Still pumping at the cock, she felt it twitch threateningly before launching the stallion's spunk across her tummy. She could feel the warm, stickiness of the cum as it launched repeatedly across her stomach, the amount of stuff seemingly endless. Finally, the last of his load emptied on her as her own orgasm calmed down. Both sighed satisfactorily as they laid back against their pillows, exhausted but happy.

Luna could already feel herself lulling into sleep, glad that she had pre-emptively set the moon's course for the night. She nuzzled deeper into her bedmates neck as she felt lethargy overcome her.

"Luna, I love you."

She was momentarily shocked by the sentence. She hadn't really intended for that to be the outcome of her experiment... it was just for the intercourse, was it not? But as she lay there, the stallion no doubt asleep at this point, she could feel something indescribable in her chest. The more she thought about him, the more the feeling manifested, the less she thought about him, the more she wanted to think about him. As she smiled into the darkness, she whispered aloud.

"I think... I think that I love you, too."

Author's Note

You dear reader, have no idea how lucky you are that I resisted the impulse to insert "jolly cooperation" somewhere in the "sexy times" portion of this chapter. Love your author. With love, your author.
(P.S. I have been stupid sick lately with my lungs trying to export themselves from my person, so that is why there has been a slight lull in production and also why there may be some mistakes in the chapter. Believe it or not, coughing like a lunatic doesn't improve quality of writing. So yeah, I'm not dead or anything, just working on it. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!)