Moondancer

Moondancer had just finished poking the buttons on the pyramid when Twilight stood up. She was startled when Twilight suddenly knocked her lovely new hat to the floor and kissed her. She was even more surprised when Twilight then seized her by her jacket and threw her onto the bed. It was a magically-assisted throw and Moondancer landed solidly on her back in the middle of the huge bed.

She barely managed to raise herself onto her elbows before Twilight crawled onto the bed and straddled her.

“Twily?”

“Sorry, Moony, but we need to have sex now. For medicinal purposes. Okay?”

The normally meek librarian had a wild look in her eye and a deranged smile. Moondancer felt a wave of desire flow through her. She had never been so turned on whilst not tied up.

“Okay.”

Moondancer was fully dressed and wearing her backpack. Twilight was fully dressed. These were problems. Magic solves problems. In a blink, both Twilight and Moondancer were naked, much to the surprise of the latter.

“Hey!”

“They were in the way.”

Twilight dropped her head to Moondancer’s neck, and started nibbling.

“Hooo…” said Moondancer, arching her back and staring up at the bed’s starfield canopy.

Twilight worked her way up Moondancer’s neck, kissing and nibbling until she reached Moondancer’s ear. Then she bit.

“Ah!”

Moondancer snatched a fistful of hair on the back of Twilight’s head and twisted her body. She and Twilight rolled until Moondancer was on top, staring into eyes as wild as her own. Still holding tight of Twilight’s hair, Moondancer kissed Twilight, bruising her lip on Twilight’s teeth in her passion.

Twilight gripped Moondancer’s shoulders, tried to roll her, but Moondancer wouldn’t budge. Instead Moondancer began kissing Twilight’s neck. Twilight changed her grip. Her magic flared, briefly, and she found the leverage she needed. Moondancer was soon flipped back on her back, but trapping Twilight’s arms under her body. Moondancer was unphased and didn’t let up on Twilight’s neck.

Twilight’s heart was hammering, each of Moondancer’s kisses was sending electrical tickles up and down her spine, and she couldn’t pull away with her arms trapped as they were. Twilight cast a spell.

Moondancer saw the flash out of the corner of her eye, but was having too much fun bucking her hips in another attempt to throw Twilight to care. Twilight, for her part, was lost in the feeling of Moondancer beneath her, Moondancer kissing her, and barely even noticed the casting. Until she felt the energy field of the dildo she conjured suddenly becoming trapped between their writhing bodies.

The feedback from the magical member made Twilight’s cry out in ecstasy.

Twilight wanted more. With a skill that she had no idea she had, she rode Moondancer’s hips until they bucked again. Pulled back. Aligned herself. Timed a steady forward thrust to coincide with Moondancer falling back onto the bed. She was inside.

“YES!” shouted Moondancer, flinging her head back.

Twilight pulled back, and thrust forward again.

Moondancer’s hand left the back of Twilight’s head and clawed down Twilight’s back. Twilight felt a trail of fire where Moondancer’s fingers had gone, and it felt wonderful.

“Ah!” shouted Twilight.

“Mmmhmm,” replied Moondancer.

Twilight deliberately rolled, pulling Moondancer along with her in a hug. Twilight took advantage of their tumbling to free her arms. They came to rest, gasping for air, with Twilight still on top of Moondancer, still rhythmically thrusting deep inside the willing woman. Both of Twilight’s hands found both of Moondancer’s wrists, after a brief struggle. Twilight pinned Moondancer’s hands behind her head and continued thrusting forward with her enchanted dildo, dizzy with new sensations.

The shaking caused some of the rubble to fall off the canopy of the bed and onto the floor with a crash. Neither girl noticed.

Moondancer grunted and moaned with each thrust, the pitch of her voice steadily rising until a rapid staccato of gasps escaped her lips and her face scrunched up, then relaxed. And then did so again. Twilight felt Moondancer’s grip on the toy between her legs tighten and tighten and she too came, before collapsing onto Moondancer.

Moondancer was gasping for air, Twilight was breathing deeply. Twilight tried to roll off Moondancer and onto the cool bedsheets of Princess Luna’s huge bed, but found that she was still inside the woman below her. With a wrinkled brow, she clumsily withdrew and rolled away, the magic dildo springing up to point at the bed canopy.

“Phew!” said Twilight, “That was fantastic! You’ll have to go energy drink crazy more often!”

“*Hah* Not me *hah*” gasped Moondancer, “That’s crazy.”

“Nope, definitely you,” said Twilight with smug confidence, “I’m a scientist. I’m level-headed at all times.”

“You pick me up, *hah*, and throw me onto the bed, vaporise my clothes, and I’m the one who’s acting crazy?”

“I didn’t vaporise your clothes!” objected Twilight strenuously, “I just, um,” continued Twilight with less conviction, “teleported them down to our tent. And mine. And your rucksack.”

“Let me guess, you can’t teleport them back?”

“Uh, no. I’m amazed I could teleport them down there in the first place. I was never that good at it. Don’t remember ever learning this ‘dong spell’ either, come to think of it…”

“Well, I certainly don’t mind you having it.”

“I don’t remember being this fit, either. You were always more athletic than me…”

“Oh, uh, that was last year. You probably haven’t noticed, but I’ve been spending more time at my job, less time on the track.”

“Job? What job? You have time to be a first-quartile student in a school for gifted spell-casters, have regular band practice, a social life complete with regular parties and hold down a part-time job?”

“Uh, that does sound rather busy, now that you mention it.”

“Moony, I’m worried. Are you pushing yourself too hard?”

“Twily, I promise. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. Worry about what revenge I’ll take for your teleporting my clothes to outside the castle.”

“Oh yes. Sorry about that,” said Twilight, fidgeting awkwardly and glad she was far too hot from the recent exercise to blush.

“Well, it’s a long walk back to the tent, plenty of time for me to think of something evil. I’m sure we can find something around here to keep us covered until we get there. Huh. Weird how stuff like books, carpets and bed linen has survived when the stones of the castle are crumbling and falling in.”

Twilight dispelled her magical dildo and pulled herself up to a sitting position, noting an ache in her belly muscles. All the sex was giving her quite a workout.

“Oh, that’d be the preservation magics,” she said casually, “Organic stuff like books and fabrics respond far better to that kind of spell than bricks and gem stones… Now who told me that?”

“Ooh, I’ve just seen what I did to your back. Twilight, you’re bleeding.”

“What? Ow. Yes, I can feel that now. I can feel it quite clearly. Do you sharpen your nails or something?”

“Ha ha! They are weapons of war! No, not really. Anyway, just remember to tie me down the next time we have wild sex, and you’ll be fine. Just lie down on your belly. I can see that by purest coincidence, you left your pack behind. I’ll get some balm.”

Twilight grumbled, but complied, pulling her hair free from her back. Moondancer pushed herself off the bed and soon returned with the balm. She climbed onto the bed and sat herself down on Twilight’s bum.

“Here we go, this will sting a bit.”

“I know, I know, get on with it.”

Moondancer applied the White Fire balm to the marks on Twilight’s back. Twilight hissed: the balm was doing its job.

Satisfied that the wounds were healed, Moondancer twisted and threw the pat of balm to land back next to Twilight’s backpack, but didn’t leave her perch.

“Um, Moondancer, you can get off me now.”

“Now why would I want to do that?” asked Moondancer innocently, leaning forward so that her naked breasts pressed onto Twilight’s immaculate back.

“What?” said Twilight, struggling to get up, “We literally only just had sex! You can’t possibly want to do it again so soon.”

Moondancer rolled off Twilight disappointedly and allowed her to roll off the bed and onto her feet.

“Aww, come on Twilight. What’s the problem? We both enjoy it…”

“It’s just the energy drinks talking, Moondancer. Ignore them and let’s get going.”

“Okay, okay, how about this? If it’s the energy drinks talking, I obviously need to burn off more energy, right?”

“Burning off energy clearly didn’t work last time, Moondancer, I doubt the second time's the charm. Let’s just clean up the mess we made and we can go– Wait.”

Twilight froze, staring at the bed.

“Where’s the stain from my blood gone?”

“Magic self-cleaning bed?” suggested Moondancer, looking in vain for any sign of their bodily fluids, “Pretty neat. I want one. We need to test this function, of course.” She waggled her eyebrows hopefully.

“Hmm.”

Twilight ignored Moondancer’s entreaties, but did climb back onto the bed to search for evidence of their coupling, to no avail. Twilight paused in thought. She needed to actually see the enchantment in action. Spitting on the bed would just be gross. Most of the other options were far worse. Moondancer was pressing herself against her arm in a very endearing fashion. Her glance fell upon the perfect breasts that she had fantasised about so many times…

Moondancer certainly seemed ready to go again, and Twilight wasn’t feeling quite as sensitive as she had thought she was.

Twilight swallowed a smile and turned to Moondancer.

“So, let’s review. We have a bed that appears to clean itself with a powerful enchantment that has lasted centuries. We obviously need to experiment. I’m going to need a lab assistant.”

Twilight rose to her knees and pulled Moondancer up to share a kiss, wrapping her arms around her lover. Moondancer eagerly reciprocated both the embrace and the kiss. Moondancer shifter her legs almost subconsciously, so that her thigh was between Twilight’s legs, pressing gently against her soft lips. This arrangement also rested her own treasure against Twilight’s thighs with a most delightful pressure.

The women started pressing themselves against each other, slowly moving up and down, grinding themselves against each other.

“Mmm,” sighed Moondancer, “So, what are the perks of the job? I’m considering applying myself…”

Twilight laughed, “Perks? It looks like you’re pretty perky already…” She pulled an arm from around Moondancer for long enough to pinch one of Moondancer’s hard nipples.

“Ooh. Yeah…”

Moondancer wanted more. She could only press so hard, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get off from this stimulation alone. She tried to shuffle closer, but mistimed her movement against Twilight’s gyrations and the movement of the bed and fell to one side, pulling a laughing Twilight with her.

Twilight was clearly feeling a powerful need too, concentrating on grinding herself between Moondancer’s thighs, increasing the pressure. Moondancer followed suit, each woman shifting their legs for comfort and leverage until they were both supporting themselves with their elbows, looking over their sweat-soaked bodies at their partner.

Moondancer had both feet on the bed, but Twilight found she had one leg held high in the air. She paid it no mind, her entire focus was on pushing her pussy hard against Moondancer’s, revelling in the friction of contact from their gyrations.

It wasn’t enough. Moondancer knew it wasn’t enough, but couldn’t bear to release the pressure for the time it would take to change position.

Twilight soon realised the problem too, but had the presence of mind to think of a solution. Moondancer was suddenly held in a raspberry-coloured aura that lifted her up, above the bed.

“Twily?”

“Sorry, Moony, but I need a more controlled experiment. I can’t really observe well in this position, can I?”

Before Moondancer could complain, she was deposited on her back at the head of the bad. She was not, however, released from the aura. Moondancer struggled happily.

“So I need to ‘tie you down’ when we have sex, do I?” asked Twilight, scanning the room, trying to spot anything usable in the dim light. She was about to pull over one of the long silken stockings that she had seen earlier, when she noticed that the intricate headboard already had straps attached. “Ah, these look ideal.”

Twilight crawled to Moondancer and sat in her lap. She released one of Moondancer’s arms from her aura and lovingly guided it to a strap. Before she could even try to tie it, it wrapped itself around Moondancer’s wrist of of its own accord.

“Are you okay?” asked Twilight worriedly.

“Celestia, yes!”

“Okay.”

Moondancer playfully tried to wrestle with Twilight when the other arm was released, but with Twilight’s two arms against Moondancer’s one, and Twilight’s position giving her a weight advantage, its capture was a forgone conclusion. Moondancer could only watch helplessly as it too was bound by the bed’s magical straps.

Moondancer stretched her legs with a groan, she tugging at the immovable bindings on her arms.

Twilight was an intelligent woman. It stood to reason that if there were arm restraints that there would be something suitable for Moondancer’s legs too… It didn’t take long to find a row of matching pairs of long black straps down both sides of the bed. Moondancer was soon fully restrained, with her legs held wide apart and her need gleaming in the moonlight.

Twilight licked her lips in anticipation, and then set to work. She started by carefully licking around Moondancer’s treasure, delighting in the taste of her sweat. Moondancer informed her in no uncertain terms that there were other things she should be doing, and so Twilight quickly worked inwards. Lacking anyone to take care of her own needs, one of Twilight’s hands drifted to her own slit.

Moondancer was aroused and still a little sensitive, gasping her approval of Twilight’s actions. Twilight licked and twisted and contorted her tongue deep inside Moondancer, her face pressed hard between her thighs, her senses full of Moondancer’s taste, and the smell of her arousal, and the heat of her pussy.

Slurping and licking and searching for that place, Twilight worked feverishly. She was guided by Moondancer’s half-formed words, pants and moans. Her own hand worked to satisfy her own needs. Twilight found that her efforts were well appreciated; Moondancer seeming to be on the cusp where post-coital sensitivity was just short of being painful; everything Twilight tried was ecstatically received.

The sounds coming from Moondancer were losing coherence and gaining pitch at about the same rate. Twilight’s own excitement was making her lose coordination, both with hand and tongue, so she wrenched her hand back. Now completely focussed on Moondancer, she turned the hand to a different purpose: she pushed three fingers in and started pumping them in hard and fast. This freed up her mouth to suck on Moondancer’s clitoris. Twilight was getting familiar with the sounds Moondancer made when she orgasmed, and she liked them.

Twilight fell back on her haunches and brought her hand, soaked with Moondancer’s juices, to tend to her own need, furiously rubbing, kneading and pumping until she too came. Twilight lay on her back, staring at the canopy over the bed and seeing nothing. Her lungs burned and her arm ached and it all felt wonderful.

By the time Twilight was able to pull herself upright, Moondancer had used her aura to free herself from the straps on the bed, but she was still slumped against the pillows, recovering her breath.

“Wow! Now that’s what I’m talking about. Thanks, Twily. Wow. You were on fire!”

“Thanks. Gimme a moment, though.”

“No problem.”

…

“Why did we do that?”

“What? You need a reason for sex?”

“Moony, we had only just had sex; very satisfying sex. We should have still been in our refractory periods, or at least not so desperate for it. We’ve been having sex all day, which is great, but even so, that was just so… so sudden.”

“Well, you wanted to check out the bed, didn’t you?”

“Firstly, I wasn’t paying any attention at all to the damn bed, and secondly I could have just dribbled some water from my canteen if I wanted to see the bed clean up fluids. Why didn’t I think of that?”

“I see your point. You jumped me pretty fast the first time too. First time I’ve seen you take control like that. You were definitely acting strange and needy. Not that I mind. You could do that more often, if you wanted.”

“I– I had a really good reason. I needed to have sex with you. It was all so logical, so necessary. Why in Equestria–”

Twilight’s eyes opened wide, and then she jumped off the bed, pulling Mondancer with her.

“It’s the bed! The bed does more than just clean up afterwards!”

Moondancer suddenly stared at the bed as though it were a bed of nails.

“We were both fine until we got on the bed,” said Twilight, “Then we really needed sex. Once we came, the need went–”

“–And didn’t come back until we got off the bed, and then back on again,” finished Moondancer.

“Right. Wow, so that’s what a lust spell feels like?”

“They’re usually a lot less subtle, and don’t make allowances for sensitivity and the like. That is one weird bed.”

“Good to know,” Twilight turned to Moondancer with a smile, “Are you sure you still want one?”

“Are you kidding? That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life! I’m just trying like mad to to think how to get it to Canterlot. Or maybe… commute from here?”

“I’m sure the thought-eaters will be wonderful neighbours.”

“Nevermind.”

“What’s the problem?”

“Ugh, I just really wish I hadn’t teleported everything apart from my pack down to the camp. My list was in your bag, not mine. I hate to leave actions unchecked.”

“Ha ha! Never change, Twily. Anyway, don’t worry. We can get to the list easily enough, but I don’t think anything we did was on the list.”

“What, really?”

“Think about it: nothing on that list had you on top, you didn’t have scissoring on there–”

“What’s scissoring?”

“My least favourite position. And what we were doing earlier. Don’t worry about it. And you didn’t have any lust magic on your list. Trust me, I checked.”

“Oh. Well, that does make me feel better. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Princess Luna clearly had had a certain taste in clothing. Being a princess, ‘warmth’ had obviously not been an important consideration when selecting her wardrobe. Neither, judging by what Twilight and Moondancer found, had been ‘modesty’. There were a number of gowns, a chest full of leather outfits and a wide selection of lingerie including a bounty of thigh-length socks. The primary problem was that they were all cut for someone at least three heads taller than either woman, built like a stalwart, and had wings.

“Oh, right. Giant Princess is a giant,” grumbled Moondancer, “Don’t suppose you know any spells to adjust clothing?”

“Nope, sorry,” said Twilight, ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she was forgetting something.

“Oh well,” said Moondancer, poking idly through the small pile of discarded clothing in case they had missed anything, “looks like I’m going to have a spectacular view of your ass on the journey back to our tent, then.” She didn’t sound too upset at the prospect.

“There might be some towels in the bathroom. Better than nothing.”

There were indeed towels in the bathroom, and a bathrobe.

“Dibs!” shouted Moondancer, grabbing the robe. It was deepest black, with a crescent moon embroidered into the back with silver thread. It was far too big, the tail dragging on the floor, and the wing slots flapped, but Moondancer loved it anyway.

Twilight resigned herself to making do with a couple of towels that she pulled out from under a small pile of rubble.

Shoes were equally difficult. Moondancer noticed a pair of sandals which she eyed critically. She carried them to a chair near the writing desk, snagging a dagger from the weapon rack as she passed. Moondancer stuck her tongue out the corner of her mouth and began working on the sandals. Twilight watched her work with amusement that changed to respect when she saw that the modified sandals would actually now fit her feet, even if they were as big as clown shoes.

“Thank you Moony, they look lovely,” said Twilight, taking them from Moondancer and trying them on.

“Hey, they’re mine! I made them–” Moondancer couldn’t finish her argument in the face of Twilight’s delighted, innocent smile. Grumbling, Moondancer tossed the dagger back on the rack and looked in vain for another pair of footwear that could be modified.

Twilight’s smile turned smug the moment Moondancer’s back was turned.

In the end Moondancer settled for wrapping some hand-towels about her feet and glaring accusingly at Twilight.

“You know, Twily, I realised we just did something else that wasn’t on your list,” said Moondancer, casually picking up the pyramid and toying with it.

“Oh, what was that?”

“Exhibitionism.”

“Hmm? Did we have an owl for an audience?” asked Twilight idly.

“Not that I noticed, no,” Moondancer’s idle stroll had brought her to the bedroom door, “but I did have the pyramid set to record just before you threw me onto the bed.”

Moondancer broke into a run, barely escaping Twilight’s grasp.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure that Professor Tablets will view our little show with ‘academic detachment’,” shouted Moondancer over her shoulder, dashing for the stairs.

Twilight couldn’t resist a smirk as she chased after the redhead, “Get back here, you backstabbing sex-mad pervert!” she shouted.

Moondancer was laughing, and running too fast; she skidded past the stairs and grabbed a baluster ornament with her free hand to arrest her motion. The ornament tilted and a trapdoor opened up beneath her. Twilight heard a startled shriek before the trapdoor slammed shut behind Moondancer, silencing the noise.