Author's Note

Please note that this isn't considered canon with the Pirates of Equus storyline.

Which is dead anyway, so fuck it.

Bedwarming the Horny Princess

It was a dark and stormy night. Great black waves pounded the hull of the Eclipse as even greater black clouds assailed the ship with a torment of tears. Nearly the entire crew was asleep. Only those on watch and of course, the Captain, Princess Luna herself.

Luna stood with a scowl, naked of her chestpiece, tiara, and shoes, her ethereal mane in disarray. She hovered with a scowl over the table of charts that sat in the middle of her cabin.

A streak of lightning flashed through the glass behind her, the rumble bothering her enough to grit her teeth with irritation.

Would that she could, she’d have banished the storm to the farthest pit of Tartarus. But this wasn’t Equestria. The clouds here were as vicious and violent as timber wolves, and just as willing to be tamed.

Oh, certainly she could have cleared an easy path...if only she had the wingpower to do it.

Perhaps I should have brought along a larger weather team, she contemplated as she chewed her lip and flicked her tail, But no point crying over spilt milk now that we’re in the thick of it. She groaned as another flash of lightning flashed through her cabin, No doubt we’ll find ourselves blown leagues back the way we’ve come by morning...provided the storm lets up by then!

“Positive thoughts,” Luna told herself with a calming breath. “Positive. Thoughts.”

But that wasn’t the only problem, oh no. Life was never that easy.

What stores of food and water they had were running low. The water didn’t overmuch concern her, they could collect rainwater and the pegasi could pull down clouds to drain. The food, however, was another story.

Their vegan diet of hay, fruits, and veggies didn’t keep very well all the way out here at sea. Cabbages spoiled, potatoes smelled of death, and the hay grew foul with mold. Certainly they could supplement their diet with seaweed, when it could be found, and some of the saltier sailors had no problem with fish and other sea life, but neither way was overly effective when it came to her numerous crewmembers.

Even that might no be so much of a problem, Luna thought as she dashed her eyes about the charts before her. She found the spot that marked their location, a dot in a sea of blank paper, But these are the Western seas, uncharted and full of danger. We’re just as like to hit some hidden reef as we are to come across a freshwater island. Ugh! Why must sailing be so difficult!? she stomped a hoof.

Even there he troubles refused to end. As of late, Luna had been feeling incredibly horny. The pouted lips beneath her tail burned with carnal need for an orgasm.

She figured it must be all the sunlight she was getting these days, tricking her body into thinking it was spring or summer and starting to kick off her heat cycle. She was thankful she’d decided to pack a few HeatAway™ estrus suppressants, even if they only kept her from smelling in heat. It would hardly do to have all the males on board tripping over themselves at the smell of her.

She quickly banished the mental image of a stallion trying to climb up a ratline while encumbered. She imagined it wouldn’t do to have one’s arousal get caught in the criss-crossing lines.

She’d already tried her hooves, her magic taxed from using the Eclipse’s magically powered propulsion system when the storm had first arrived. It had been a foalish attempt to beat the storm, and in vain. As if to spite her, her hoof didn’t seem to cut it as she found her cunt in need of further attention even after a few good bouts.

Luna had lifted her tail and was reaching back to try again when the door to her cabin smashed open, depositing a particular pony in a drunken sprawl. With a startled yelp, Luna snapped her hoof back to the rolling deck, tucking her tail protectively against herself.

“Oi! Wha’s’is wall doin’ droppin’ ou’a my way!” the Spiced Yard mumbled from where he’d sprawled on his back, one hoof clutching a bottle as the other three pawed at the air above him in an obscene attempt to find purchase, “some frien’a’mine ya are, ya rack’a wormy woods! Har har!”

Frowning with a huff of annoyance, Luna grabbed the ship’s purser and righted him as best as one could right the drunken pony…on a moving ship.

“Oh! There's’a goes!” he slurred, taking a wild swig from the bottle and belching loudly into the room.

Luna cringed at the lack of etiquette, but was otherwise unaffected. She felt that perhaps she was growing more used to the more primitive ways of the lower classes.

It was only after taking a few steps forward and smashing his ugly face into Luna’s chart table did Yard realize he’d taken a wrong turn at albuquerque.

“Who’a pu’ this’n damn’ble thin’n me ways!” he snarled, stumbling back and blinking his beady little eye. With a frown, he spotted the Princess, “A’ho, there, cap’n!” he saluted with the bottle, spilling some on the deck before swigging again, “wha’s ya doin’ up’a these hours?”

“I fear I cannot sleep, mister Yard,” she addressed him, “there is much on my mind.”

“The likes’a wha’s’r so?” Yard inquired, stumbling in place as only he could before taking a mighty gulp, “pers’n’ly, I finds I’m’a righ’ finer mood when I’ve go’a belly full’a fine drink’n me an’a finer par’ner’a bed! Har har!” he laughed merrily, offering her up the drink.

Luna frowned at the offering, then at the blissfully jolly pony offering it. Deciding it would be rude to refuse, she took the bottle in her magic and sipped at it. She was surprised to find it to be wine, red as crimson.

“A choice taste, mister Yard,” Luna commented, licking her lips as she passed back the drink. She was about to send him on his way so she could finish her masturbation, but reconsidered after a thought. The pony, as ugly and dim-witted as he was, had proven himself to be a stout sailor, with many good years under his belt. His input might be useful, “Tell me, mister Yard, our food supplies run low, we find ourselves in alien waters…” and I’m horny as fuck, she didn’t say, “...what would you give for advice?”

“Wha’d I say?” he wondered aloud, taking another swig from the wine, “when i’s the odds’re agains’ ya’s, the bes’ ya can does’s look’m in’a eye an laugh in’a faces! Har har!” he gave a mighty laugh, “Either’a sea god’s’ll give ya safer passes’re blas’ ya’a bones an aleas’ ya can die laughin in’a face a death s’ead’a cowerin like a bed-spoilin filly!”

“So have faith?” Luna inquired, “no matter the odds?”

“Ehh, no’so much’s tha,’ jus’ laugh in’a face’a danger! Har har!” he said, emphasizing his point with another hearty laugh, “Go’ me this far!”

Luna considered that a moment, giving a snort as she reached out to grab the wine again.

“I’ll drink to that, mister Yard, I’ll drink to that,” she said, taking a more dainty sip, as wine was meant to be had.

“Aye!” Yard roared, rearing as he drew his sword and thrust it skywards.

Luna, however, found her eyes being drawn to Yard’s other sword, currently tucked away in his fleshy sheath. Perhaps she could use a little more than her hoof...and hopefully get the stallion to stop bothering the other females aboard the Eclipse in the process.

She let out a huff, No! What am I? Some frolicking strumpet only wooed by the fleshy girth of a stallion? Yet when lightning flashed again, more distant, she could almost feel the photons bouncing off her hungry cunny as they illuminated the room.

I still have four hooves, don’t I? she continued past the urges of the more feral depths of her mind. Luna could easily dismiss the stallion and continue where she’d left off, Yet still I am not satisfied… There was no guarantee that another bout with her hoof would finish her off. Her horniness was likely to drive her up the walls if she didn’t have it taken care of.

Per...perhaps it couldn’t hurt to have a single bout? she tried to reason, though the words felt stained as she thought them, but they won out as she found herself speaking.

“Mister Yard,” she began, “perhaps there is one other thing you might help me with tonight.”

“Aye, cap’n! Wha’ need’s’a doin’?” Yard inquired.

I will not force the issue, Luna thought, her tongue still for a moment, “Would you be willing to share my bed tonight? To do service to me as only a stallion can?” she asked, standing tall as the princess she was.

Yard, for his part, blinked in surprise at the offer, taking another gulp and eyeing the bottle warily, “This’s the drink speakin as’i’ does?” he wondered aloud, looking up at her as if she might be a hallucination, “Once’a was’a speakin spork, said’a me all sor’s’a proph’sies’n the like!”

“No, mister Yard,” Luna said, fancying him with a look as she flicked her tail across his nose. She sauntered to her bed, laying atop it and appraising him, “tell me…” she lowered her eyelids and lifted her tail, “show me...what have you to bring to my bed this night?”

“Behold!” Yard decreed, turning so that she could view him from profile, “me yard!”

Like a snake slithering out of its den, Yard grew erect on command, his length dark as a storm cloud and veined like the limbs of a bodybuilder. Luna’s eyes grew wider and wider as Yard’s shaft grew longer and longer, till it nearly passed his breast. The size of it stunned her, perhaps even beating the girth of that Saddle Arabian prince she’d walked in on with the goat and the cheese casserole.

That memory gave her pause. Saddle Arabians, she thought, had quite odd fetishes.

“Oh, my,” Luna said breathlessly, growing twenty percent more horny that instant.

“Aye!” Yard seemed to agree, but his eyes were naught but for her face, “a worthy thing to behold! Har har!”

Luna shivered at the thought of the great and powerful prick entering her. She was no maiden with her flower unsullied, she’d taken in quite a number of stallions over the years. But they were all for naught before the powerful fifth leg of the ship’s ugly purser.

Many a time she’d found her partners undersized for her needs, even the largest of them a full head shorter than her. Yet the specimen before her was like nothing she’d ever seen, a cock so massive it was like to be the closest fit she’d ever find for her stature.

I’d wager he wouldn’t find it hard at all to self-fellate himself, she silently remarked, the hot wetness within her simmering and ready to taste.

A heavy drop of mare-cum dripped from her lips, staining the bedsheets between her hindquarters as she lifted her tail high and proud.

“Come hither, mister Yard, so I might see you better,” Luna commanded.

Yard did as he was bid, waddling forth as his stallionhood swayed like a pendulum beneath him. No doubt it troubled him to walk, thick veins throbbing with his heartbeat as his cock gave a knowing twitch of what was to come.

Luna lay still atop her bed as Yard came around behind her, her eyes only for his great shaft as it neared her honey hole. He mounted her, looking down as he manually guided himself in.

She gasped as he entered her from behind, the flat head of his cock finding its way in. The flesh was warm inside her, rubbing against her sensitive node and sending shivers of ecstasy tingling up her spine, making her arch her back upwards against him.

His forehooves moved up as he continued to feed her his length, her orgasm building steadily within her. Luna let out a particularly satisfied moan as he pressed himself downwards into her clit.

It surprised Luna how long it took for Yard to feed her the fullness of his cock, the largeness of it astounding. She had a feeling she might have trouble walking right come the morning...but she banished those thoughts (to the moon) in favor of the great rutting she was getting, no matter the ugliness of the pony performing.

Once her cunt was properly fed, Yard drew himself partially out, letting himself drag against the royal walls of her love tunnel, before ramming back home with force to make Luna squeak.

“No’ both’rin ya, cap’n?” he inquired before continuing.

“Oh, oh no problem at all!” Luna replied, turning to fix him with a sultry stare, “Do continue, please.”

“Aye aye, cap’n! Har har!” he decreed, rutting her more.

Luna’s moist slit dribbled past Yard’s mighty cock as he pulled in and out, in and out with greatening effect. She felt a building pressure within her, a flood building and pounding against its floodgate in a mad effort to break it. And break it it would, Luna knew, breath coming in heavy puffs as her tongue began to loll out.

Sweat poured from her, staining the bed when an eruption of pleasure sprang from her cunt, a flurry of mare-cum spilling past Yard’s member to further soil her sheets.

“O-oh, yes!” she cried through trembling lips, back arching with her pleasure.

And it wasn’t over yet, she realized as her orgasm throbbed and settled, for Yard still moved steadily within her. His stamina both surprised and pleased her, hardly a stallion before had lasted so long as he had, and she would be loathe not to test his limits.

“Again?” she inquired hopefully, already feeling her orgasm building again.

“Aye aye, cap’n!” Yard complied, keeping at it with his herculean hard-on.

“Mmm,” she moaned, letting her eyes slide closed as he continued to rut her, still breathless from her release, “call me…Luna.”

“Aye aye, Luna!” Yard declared dutifully, his girth sliding steadily through her tunnel of love, “Har har!”

Luna’s second orgasm was even more powerful than the first, her hooves tearing at the sheets as she cried out in the joy of the moment. The power of it was like a solid punch from her nethers to her skull, her vision fading shortly as it almost plunged her under. Even more of her sin splashed out through her cunt, Yard’s lower stomach and crotch now stained from it, his fur wet with sweat and mare-juice.

And still Yard pushed onwards, his shaft a well-lubricated piston as it pumped back and forth within her. She squirmed under its power, finding herself drooling as she panted out hot breaths of bliss. All her earlier worried tension was flushed away by another form that stemmed from her most sensitive orifice.

Her mind devolved into a more feral state, lust and ecstasy overpowering all else as Yard kept at it like a champ. Luna sighed and moaned, panting and gasping for breath as if she’d run ten thousand miles and back. Her cunt tightened around its most sensual intruder and Yard sped up in his thrusts to compensate as she gripped him tighter.

Spasms and trembling haunted Luna’s form, her wings splaying out to either side of her as her forehooves tore into the sheets, her third orgasm like a great domino ready to topple down and flatten the universe itself.

“O-oh! I...I…” Luna tried to speak, her faulty mind short-circuited from her pleasure as she realized she was about to cum again.

Impossibly, Yard sped up even further, the very bed trembling at the power of his pecker’s impaling of her. Her clit seemed to be on fire from the friction alone as his girth ran through her.

Her cry of release seemed to dwarf the power of the canterlot voice tenfold as she orgasmed again, no doubt waking the ship and the dead along with them. She collapsed, utterly spent and helpless, against her bed, simply enjoying the feel of Yard within her to the chorus of her cumming, the bed below chillingly cold from the sweat and sexual juices sunk into it.

Vaguely, somewhere in the farthest depths of her mind, Luna realized Yard had finally ceased his endless rutting, his cock hard and still within her.

As her final orgasm began to settle, he pulled himself from her, the length of his cock glistening with the stains of her pleasure. Even he had his limits, it seemed, but his stallionhood was still as stiff and long as a pike, no doubt his own orgasm still locked away within him.

That would not do, Luna decided.

She rolled him over, his girth swinging back and forth above him like a metronome. She straddled him, the last drops of her pleasure dripping down onto him as he lay panting. His heavy tongue lashed out to taste a few choice drops, but otherwise he lay resting, as docile as a fawn.

Before his girth could retreat, she had it in her hooves. She found it heated with friction and sticky like a popsicle with her own juices, almost tempting her to try it. But she was not some whorse to take him into her mouth, some standards must be upheld.

Luna began running her hooves across his sensitive shaft slowly, leaving no bit unloved by her hooves. Yard moaned blissfully below her, limbs spread out submissively around him.

“Shh,” Luna whispered to him, letting a wing fall and pressing a pinion against his lips, “you have serviced your princess well, my little—my big pony,” she corrected herself, all the while servicing his shaft with her hooves. She brought up her wings to help as well, feeling a shiver run up his greatness as the soft feathers of her wings danced across him, “rest now, my love, and let me do the rest…”

Luna sped up, shifting her focus further up towards his sensitive peak, employing a light touch of magic to his fuzzy stones below. Another light moan escaped him, his hind legs twitching in some vague effort to press himself into her. Dribbles of pre-cum ran from the flat head of his shaft, running down its length and mixing with the stains of her own juices below.

The smell of him filled her nostrils as she continued to stroke him with hoof and wing, feeling her damp slit no longer weeping tears of mare-cum. He twitched within her grasp, his heartbeat pounding faster and faster through his stallionhood. She smiled as he grunted beneath her, knowing that he couldn’t hold out much longer.

Yard’s beady eye grew wide as it could as he cast his head back, suddenly ejaculating what seemed to be buckets of skeet. The great ropey strands matted against the fur of her breast, heavy drops raining back down onto Yard himself and running down his sides to sink into the sheets of the bed.

Even in her orgasm-induced madness, Luna found herself enthralled by how much Yard had in him. The powerful musk of his seed filled the room like a garden of fresh flowers dappled with dewdrops of stallion-seed.

But like a running hose that’s been turned off, the flow of his seed began to slow from him.

Luna released his heavy cock, falling back wetly into the bed, her muscles spent and ready for rest. Her eyes, heavy lidded and ready for sleep, were drawn a final time to Yard’s massive girth as it finally dribbled to a halt and, bobbing, began to slide back from whence it came.

And as it finally drew back into his stained, white sheath, Luna found her eyes sliding shut.

Perhaps, she came to realize, things were not so bad after all.