Blessing of the Bountiful
The monument that is the moon, such a captivating piece of the universe. It enlivens us all with light in the darkest of times, its something endearing to have with you till the end of your days. Always watching above, untouchable and free, it guides and forgives you for all the trifling madness that the earth spirals you into. Such is the nature of the moon, the pearl white beauty that can never leave you alone. Its as if she was meant for love and nothing else, a comfort that keeps you breathing and well.
How can any pony else, but naturally fall in love with such radiance. One could barely even dare to be any worth to such a loving embrace. Yet, here I am, Braeburn, a simple dirt pony that lived in the outskirts in the middle of nowhere. Scraping by and working hard against the dirt you were to return to one day. To have such a rare occurrence to meet the very passion of the moon in all her bodily self. It seems odd, a moon you can touch so close to your heart without needing to climb the very reaches of the stars to sing sweet nothings.
Even responding to you, enjoying your presence, being with you in the most unprecedented action of hanging out with you in the dirt where you belonged. No, she saw worth in you, one who reaches to the sky and never gets any closer to the earth. How can anything be so weird but at the same time, a blessing. Love this rare was worth it in the end, flying atop her strong body throughout the night sky of Appleloosa as you both enjoy the moon. Yet, you have a yearning, a passion that rises to your temple. A dirt pony making a move to a goddess? It seems impossible and absolutely baffling. At the crossroads of impossibility. To merge together as one while flying high above the ground.
An everlasting love, a kiss that spells to the world that nothing can get in the way of truth. Hands pressing upon each others palms, squeezing each others energy into one another. The creation of everlasting worth that would never be destroyed.
One shudders to ever forget such a feeling. Dancing together under the night sky, deeply in love. How you lack the affinity to forget is what makes it all the more loving and perfect. A quiet relationship that no pony needed to fawn over and holler their chaotic thoughts. The warmth of anticipation, riding towards the beach that would bring you two together once again. She had been quite specific,
Near where the moon sets upon Ponyville at cold waters, I will be there for you, awaiting.
It was beautiful, a late night quandary that would confuse and drive you towards home. There was no need of stressful soul searching, nor painful time wasted looking all over the world. All there had to be done was to follow his heart and the rest was magic. Towards Ponyville and onward, past the green infested Everfree Forest until he reached the sweet sound of the ocean singing its soothing serenade. Standing as the pony filled with meaning that boils down to his heart, he saw her waiting in the waters.
She was the epitome of beloved incarnate, her tall stature, the mane that wafts towards the wind in endless rhythm. Her large, powerful breasts, covered in a sumptuous bikini, about the size of two watermelons. Her absolutely heart melting smile that draws you in to slaughter. He had found his heart, sitting peacefully on the beach.
Braeburn would run towards her, she would do the same and loving embrace was filled with a passionate kiss that felt unending. Not a single soul to be seen, just two minds filled with a singular goal of love.
She would beam in happiness, they holding each other until ones will would not last with such a meager kiss. With the might of his adoration pushing her up from her strong hindquarters, she laughed at the exhilaration of being naturally picked up. The strong Braeburn would do anything for his Princess, and seeing her so happy made him elated more than any usual pony. All of this was worthwhile, a simplicity that dominated any conventionality of love.
"Beloved! Pick me up higher, I can almost touch the sky!" she would say with outstretched hands.
Then, what seemed to be excitement, Braeburn dropped her into his arms, close to his embrace. They stared into each others eyes, cheeks blushing, love stirring before an ocean of passion met with each others lips. More sloppy kisses, before she could not hold back much longer. Letting go of Braeburn, she knew to take it to the next level. He would stand confused before she started untying her bikini strap on her back. Beet red, Braeburn saw the goddess's true visage and it was wondrous. Her nipples were flat on her perky blues, Braeburn could only stand entranced at how far he had come.
She would only giggle at him, running towards the beach and submerging her once thick bosom, the amazonian-like hourglass figure, into the quiet thief that is the ocean. Regaining consciousness, Braeburn ran after her. There was no other way, but at her warm embrace, no matter how cold the water is. It would not matter at all, her touch would warm him from any freeze. He swam after her, so deep in the darkness of the ocean that it seemed all was lost. Until he found himself being licked from down under.
Her head poked out from below, just a smidgen of her scalp and the glamour from her large intense eyes. She reemerged, her nipples protruding much more heavily than before.
"Lay down on the gentle caress of the sea my love"
And so, Braeburn went on from his back, the silent waves of the dark sea became irrelevant at his member being slowly stroked from her strong hands. Moaning, her warm tongue wrapped itself around his member and she submerged her mouth down and up continuously. His length now fully erect, Princess Luna raised her chest above the sea water, it rose like submarines. Braeburn watched as she gleefully poured sea water over her breasts for his excitement. Then, she aligned his phallus on to her boobs, in which she slowly rubbed him up, each thick boob moving at the pace of her leisure. With a good momentum, she then pressed her mouth at the tip and licked him down like a lollipop.
"Ugh, Luna, I'm going to give it to you" Braeburn said with a grunt. It only made her pick up pace for her hunger would be satiated.
With a spasm, Braeburn released a copious amount of seed into his lovers mouth. She tasted a smidgen of the ejaculation before letting loose her mouth and allowing the physical love to cover her face and tits. With this act, Luna had become quite wet in her cat, and she was ready to take on the full course of Braeburn. The two together, her face still covered in his seed, Braeburn leaned in for a kiss and smothered himself in his own cum. Not a single point of disgust would block them from each other.
"Let us go to the beach, I need you." said Luna desperately.
Swimming towards the sandy land, hands pushing against the sea water and kicking through the darkness. Two side by side, unable to contain themselves for much longer. Picking themselves up and running through the beach till the princess catches her mate. They fall to the ground, spiraling out of control before her majesty rests on top. Both laughing for a short time, everything changes when you see her big, lovely breasts that you can't even ignore for long. Going in for a taste, he suckled deep the hard nipple while Luna would only moan at the sensation. Rubbing her other nipple, her dark blue cheeks overshadowed by her powerful red blushing. Such a flavor was profound, Braeburn knew it was of highest quality from the texture being so creamy and smooth.
Braeburn lets go, teasing his mate with such a good meal from somepony who could feed thousands of foals with those two. And so, the animalistic rage of heat consumed them both, Braeburn's erection was ready and Luna pressed her pussy lips down on the head. She moaned at first until she pushed herself down completely, raising the moan into a loud yelp. Getting used to the member inside her, she then leaped upwards and downwards, the stimulation was nearly orgasmic.
Her breasts bobbed vigorously as she picked up a quick pace. Each pump was met with a moan from the princess; Braeburn lifted his hands and pressed them upon her shaking tits. He had to control the chaos in her life, why not him? Those breasts needed somepony to caress and appreciate them. She was surprisingly tight, her internal muscles bringing copious amounts of liquid and constriction on his dick. It was as if she had full control of her muscles, making sure to have the best feeling of squeeze that would light your heart on fire.
Braeburn couldn't just sit there and let her do all the work. He jumped on her, falling on her back, surprised with a mixture of orgasm creeping in. Continuing his assault, he pumped into her as fast as he could. Making sure to hit her g-spot, in which he knew since when he did, it made her ravenous, grabbing his head and pressing it against her chest. So welcoming the breasts were, it felt like they could house many Breezies for them to live together and procreate as much as possible while on the very boobs of protection.
He continued to pick up pace, going as fast as possible that Luna would not be able to hold him from the sensation. His speed was miraculous; Princess Luna squeezed the dirt with her hands at how intense it was. And like a final curtain call, Braeburn came once again and it coated her inner walls with as much seed as possible. Nothing, but the best for a pony he would cherish more than anything. The uterus would be assaulted with a kiss from his member. Leaking out cum so the love may warm her.
Finished and exhausted, Braeburn breathed a tired inhale. Luna would lay back in the sand basically broken from the orgasm she achieved. She touched the part of her stomach where the womb was and felt the warmth from her very fingers.
"Will we have loving children together? I can feel them stirring inside me"
"As many as you would ever want, my Goddess"
Luna breathed the cold power of the night sky, and moved her way next to her loving mate. They held each others hands, and looked towards the stars. It was as beautiful and perfect under the watch of the moon and its friends that shined along with it. And, with such an amazing sight, Braeburn swooped in and kissed her. Tongues swashing together, forever loved.
