The Pregnant Princess' Pesky Predicament
“Is that everyone, Dusty?” Luna asked.
Luna lounged on her favorite velvet pillow as she held Night Court in the Canterlot Castle throne room. She was about halfway through her allotted time, and the number of civilians coming in with issues was more sparse than usual. That was unsurprising, though, as it was a rather cold, rainy night.
“Looks like it,” said Dusty, a gray unicorn standing beside her with an ebony mane and tail. She held a clipboard in her magic as she read the papers through half-moon spectacles. “I can’t believe you resolved that last case so quickly! I thought Prince Blueblood would put up a fuss.”
Luna smirked. “Blueblood is a stallion first and foremost, my friend, and few stallions are willing to argue with a pregnant mare.”
She rested her hoof on her massively swollen belly as she said this, rubbing it slowly with a serene expression on her face. Her pregnancy was common knowledge, of course, but that didn’t stop her from leveraging it every chance she could.
Dusty grinned. “Certainly seems that way. Perhaps you should get pregnant more often.”
Luna burst out laughing. “Perhaps I should! Certainly seems to be making my job easier, doesn’t it?”
“At least this part of it,” Dusty said. She rifled through her stack of papers for the dozenth time. “Would be great if everypony was always this nice.”
Luna cast her gaze down the long throne room. “I know I rarely see ponies at their best. Tia and I resigned ourselves to the rigors of civil service long ago.”
Dusty checked the clock on a nearby wall, then set the clipboard down and yawned. “We've time for a short recess, if you’d like.”
Luna let out a relieved sigh. “Thank the stars. Could you send word to the kitchens? I’m starving.”
Dusty snickered as she signaled to one of the nearby guards. “Seems like you’re always starving these days, Highness.”
“I should certainly hope so!” Luna replied with a haughty sniff. She slowly got her hooves and stretched, her joints popping as she did so. “I’m not exactly eating for just myself, after all. Better to be hungry than to force myself to eat.”
“Do you need to use the restroom?” Dusty asked. “I’m actually surprised you’ve lasted this long. Last week, it seemed like you were going almost every half-hour.”
A clever smile crept up on Luna lips. “I fixed that problem with a spell. The little whelps won’t be dancing on my bladder, anymore.”
“Oh?” Dusty's eyes drifted to the Princess’ protruding belly. “Does this spell have anything to do with the sudden growth spurt you’ve had, by chance? Forgive me for saying this, but you’re showing much more than last Friday.”
Luna waved a dismissive hoof. “Better to resemble a beached whale than to be running to the privy all the time. I strengthened my insides so that they wouldn’t be so squished. The little ones still need room, but if they can’t push inward, they push out, instead. Undoubtedly I’ll be enormous by the time I’m at full-term, but at least I can hold court without seven restroom breaks.”
A few minutes later, a pony in a chef’s hat trotted in wheeling a food tray. It was laden with fruits, vegetables, pastries, breads, jellies, salads, cheeses, nuts, pickles, various confections, and oddly enough, a huge bowl of seaweed. The chef set the whole assortment beside the throne before bowing and taking his leave.
“That was quick,” Dusty remarked. “Seems that they were anticipating your request.”
“They’re learning.” Luna levitated a dozen various choices from the tray, and began eating with gusto.
Dusty winced at the gluttonous display from the normally dignified Princess. “Ah… Your Highness, we talked about this–”
“No onesh ‘ere,” Luna mumbled through her grapefruit dipped in ranch dressing. “Now grab shomething before I takeit’all.”
Dusty sighed and picked out some iced strawberries. She nibbled on them quietly while Luna devoured a meal that would have fed a dozen, her belly grumbling and groaning all the while.
“Are the latesht censhus numbersh in yet?” Luna asked a few minutes later.
“Oh! Yes.“ Dusty pulled out a stapled report and hovered it over. “Per your request, they excluded unborn foals from the grand total.”
“Shtill can’t believe they tried’at.” Luna swallowed her mouthful and selected a triple-decker peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “Are we still getting new volunteers for the second and third surrogate groups?”
“Oh yes, quite a few!” Dusty flipped the report to the back page to show a steadily rising line graph. “As you predicted, your ‘demonstration’ of the program has greatly increased its relevance in the public eye. After all, if the Princess herself is volunteering her own body to help repopulate the batponies, then the situation must be dire, indeed.”
Luna polished off the sandwich in a few gigantic bites. Once her mouth was clear, she suppressed a belch and went for the cheesecake drizzled in hot sauce. “Finally, we get it through their thick skulls. Sad that such measures are necessary, but it could be worse, I suppose. This entire experience has been… enlightening.”
“We anticipate that with our current number of volunteers, the thestrals will no longer be endangered within four generations,” Dusty continued. She moved the report away while Luna resumed her feast. “That’s half the time of what we’d first anticipated.”
“An improvement,” Luna admitted as she reached for a napkin. “Would like to get it down to three, though.”
“That’s certainly possible,” Dusty said, not batting an eyelash when Luna started to eat the seaweed raw. “Though it’s hard to say right now. We’ll have a better idea in a few months.”
They fell into a comfortable silence then, the two of them eating while enjoying each others' company. It didn’t take long for Luna to completely demolish the rest of the food cart. She ate, and ate, and ate until the dishes were completely bare, then let out a happy sigh and rubbed her mountainous middle.
Dusty eyed Luna curiously. “Better?”
“Mmmm, much,” Luna sank back into her throne with a happy sigh, smiling as a warm feeling of contentment suffused her. She snorted as she realized she couldn’t even reach her belly button anymore, although she suspected that that had been the case for some time. “Just in time, too. They start kicking if I don’t eat something around this time.”
Dusty chuckled. “I imagine that’s distracting.”
Luna grunted and shifted on her pillow. “Easier to deal with than the mood swings and hormones, though.”
Dusty bit her lip. “Uh… speaking of which, are you still having those… urges… you told me about last week?”
“You mean the urge to have every stallion in this castle rut me with their long, throbbing cocks until I’m swimming in seed?”
Dusty blushed furiously and looked away. “Erm, yes. That.”
“It comes and goes,” Luna said. She brought a small mirror before her to check her teeth. "I imagine it probably wouldn’t be so bad if I was with just one foal, but with more…” She looked down at her swollen womb. “Maybe I can convince Tia to legalize courtesans.”
“Maaaayyybe we should send in the next petitioner!” Dusty said quickly, signaling to the guards. “Yes, we should definitely do that! Don’t want to keep any of your subjects waiting! Back to the grind!”
Luna rolled her eyes. “This era is no fun.”
The herald by the door cleared his throat. “Announcing! Macintosh Apple of Ponyville!”
Through the doors walked an earth pony Luna had never seen before, yet was somehow familiar. He was big, very big, in fact, with legs like tree trunks that bulged with muscle before ending in shaggy fetlocks. He was broad, as well, with strong, chiseled shoulders and a chest most stallions only dreamed about. His rugged face was stoic, with bright green eyes that wandered to and fro about the room. His coat was the most beautiful shade of red she’d ever seen, his mane and tail were like fresh-cut straw, and his cutie mark was that of an emerald bisected apple.
“Hel-lo,” Luna murmured. She licked her lips as the warmth in her body moved southward. “Maybe this era isn’t so bad, after all.”
Mac glanced around a bit before meeting the Princess’ eyes. At first his expression was impassive, but then, there was an abrupt change. His eyes went wide with... surprise? Fear? Awe? Too quickly did it pass for her to tell. It didn’t seem to deter him for long, though, for he quickly looked away and approached with his gaze on the floor.
“Princess,” Dusty whispered, noting the tone in Luna’s voice. “As your advisor, it’s my duty to remind you–”
“Your advice is normally both welcome and invaluable, Miss Dusty Sky,” Luna cut in, turning to the younger mare. "But this is one of the few times in which it is not. Cancel my remaining appointments, and take the rest of the night off. Send your family my greetings.”
Dusty’s jaw fell. “B-But, Your Highness!”
Luna silenced her a stern glare. “That will be all.”
It looked like Dusty was going to argue, but then, her ears drooped, and she sagged in defeat. With a half-hearted bow, she stepped away from the throne and showed herself out, not meeting Mac’s eyes as she passed.
Luna motioned to the guards. “You all, as well.”
Without protest, the guards saluted and trotted away. A few of them stole jealous and/or curious glances at Mac through the corner of their eyes, but it went unnoticed.
And then Mac and Luna were alone. He arrived at the throne, and bowed before her without a word.
Luna cleared her throat with a practiced smile. “Welcome to Canterlot Castle, Macintosh. Er, pardon me for asking, but have we met somewhere before? I could swear that we have.”
“Not properly, Highness,” Mac said as he stood. “I seen ya when you've gone to Ponyville, but we've never spoke. You've met one o' my sisters a few times, though.”
Luna’s heart fluttered at the sound of his voice; a slow, deep rumble that cut through the silence like a plow through soil. She shifted slightly on her swiftly-dampening pillow. “Y-Your sister, you say?
Mac tilted his head at a stained glass window—the one depicting six mares using the Elements of Harmony to banish Nightmare Moon. “The orange one.”
“OH!” Luna sat up straight. “Of course! I knew I recognized you from somewhere! You're the Element of Honesty’s brother!”
Mac smiled a slow smile. “Ma'am.”
With some difficulty, Luna got to her hooves and made her way down the stairs. She timed her steps with the sway of her belly, giving her walk a slow, heavy grace. “Forgive me, I should've known who you were straight away! If I’d known you were waiting, I would’ve seen you sooner.”
Mac shook his head. “Nah. I’m fine with waiting in line like everypony else. My sister’s the fancy-shmancy hero, Princess. I’m just a farmer.”
He was the largest stallion she’d ever seen. And that was reallysaying something, considering how long she’d been alive. Obviously strong, too, though there was a measure of care in the way he moved. His corded muscles flexed and bulged with him just talking.
“I’ve found that greatness tends to be a family trait, young Macintosh,” Luna said. An excited shudder ran through her as she approached him. “Just because you haven’t had a chance to prove yourself doesn’t mean you never will.”
Mac laughed. “Well, that’s nice o’ya to say. I ain’t got plans to play Savior of Equestria any time soon, but I suppose stranger things have happened.”
“Indeed.” Luna eyed him up and down, trying to keep the hungriness out of her gaze. “Now then, Macintosh, what can I do for you?”
“Just Mac is fine.” He reached inside a pair of saddlebags–which she hadn’t even noticed he was wearing–and pulled out a thick stack of papers notarized with the Royal Seal. He deftly flipped to the last page and showed it to her.
“We got a bit of an issue with a land purchasin’ agreement,” he said. “We wanna expand our farm along our north side, but turns out that that land belongs to the Crown. Ponyville’s mayor said we needed to come to Canterlot to get it approved before we could buy it. Applejack woulda come herself, but she had to go out of town with her friends.”
Luna glanced through the papers. The land in question was a moderate amount of acreage owned by the government for quite a long time. Nopony was, or had been using it, but that was because it bordered the Everfree Forest.
“I’m sure you’re aware with the problems that would come with trying to cultivate this land,” Luna said without looking up.
“Eeyup.”
“And you’re confident your family can manage it?”
Mac cracked his neck. “Won't be a problem. We get nasty Everfree varmints that try to nibble on our crops all the time. We got ways of dealin’ with ‘em.”
Luna cocked her head. “Such as?”
Mac smirked. He took a few steps back, leaned forward on his front legs, and with blinding speed, bucked the air behind him with all his might.
WHOOM!
The sound was like cannonfire. It echoed off the floors and ceiling, rustling the tapestries that hung on the walls. A wave of shimmering earth pony magic, almost visible to the naked eye, erupted from Mac's hooves to fly back behind him, barrelling in swift-moving blast of wrath. It traveled to the far end of the throne room and struck the door, shaking it on its hinges before harmlessly dissipating.
“Not too many critters are too keen on messin’ with that,” Mac said with a sly note in his voice. “You should see what Applejack can do.”
Luna stared in awe at the still-rippling air. “I-I… you...”
By the blessed moon and stars. She’d never, ever seen an earth pony do anything like that in her life! A trickle of fluid ran down her back leg, and she knew it wasn’t from her swollen teats. A sudden, powerful flare of warmth blossomed up in her core, the world sinking into a dull haze.
“So, are ya okay with us havin’ the land?” Mac said, oblivious to her predicament. “Between me and my sister, I'm sure we can–mmmfff!”
Luna pulled him into a desperate, heated kiss. She moaned into his mouth as her tongue forced its way past his lips, pushing his aside and exploring every inch of him. She ran a hoof through his rugged mane, feeling the powerful muscles underneath as she pulled him in closer. Mac didn’t resist, but he did go stiff as a board.
Luna broke the kiss and buried her muzzle into his heavenly chest, inhaling deeply. His scent was earthy and sweet, like a warm apple orchard on a summer day. It also had a hint of… maleness to it that drove her senses wild. Her body had pretty much made up its mind at this point, but she had enough sense to step back and look straight into his eyes.
“Are you single?”
Mac didn’t reply. His eyes were glazed over as he stared past her. Angels sang in his ears, true enlightenment gracing him as he beheld the secrets of the universe.
FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
“Ah!” He jolted to his senses, looking all around before noticing Luna was still in front of him.
“I asked you a question, Mac,” Luna said with a come-hither stare. “I’ve been in a state for almost a week now thanks to my rather obvious–” she gestured to her burgeoning middle. “–condition, and I’m not allowed to bed any of the castle staff. Something about the ‘Pony Resources Department’, or something... they won’t even let me go out and find a courtesan! Can you believe they’re illegal now?! That sure as Tartarus wasn’t the case a millennium ago!”
“Buh,” Mac managed.
“And that’s not even the worst of it!” Luna began circling around him like a shark. “A Princess of Equestriacan’t just go and mate with any old stallion without the whole blasted kingdom gossiping about it! I swear, ponies are so much more uptight about sex than they used to be. Apparently, there are all these silly rules about propriety now? Bah!”
Mac stood stock still while the Princess went in and out of his vision. Her ethereal mane and tail were curled around him, tugging and caressing his body, and he was drowning in her alluring scent. She smelled like cold, clear air on a deep winter night, and each breath was more invigorating than the last. He also caught the thick, cloying scent of her sex, and as she passed by once more, he caught a glimpse of it—wet and winking, just beneath her tail.
“But you,” Luna continued with a knowing look. “You’re not just any old stallion, are you? Your sister is known throughout the realm, and even if a fraction of Equestria knows her family name, that makes you a minor celebrity. Why, I’d be willing to bet you have more status than most of the nobles in Canterlot!”
Mac’s mind was clouding over. Her silky voice and soft touch were awakening the primal parts of his brain, and his breathing was starting to pick up. His stallionhood gradually emerged from its sheath, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks.
“Princess…”
“Luna,” she whispered into his ear. “My name. Is. Luna.” Her voice turned into a sultry purr. “I’ll make you a deal, hmm? Be my companion for the night. Make me feel like a real mare… fuck me SENSELESS, and by all things heavenly, fill me up to the brim! Give me a night of such passion that bards will sing of it for ages to come! Do this, and I’ll give you whatever you desire...”
Mac’s heart was a jackhammer. He pawed a hoof lightly on the ground as his mouth went dry. He was barely hearing her anymore, but words didn’t seem very important. A feral look had crept into his eyes as he turned to look at her.
Luna smiled. “You still haven’t answered my question, you know. Are. You–mmmmff!”
Mac kissed her. He kissed her long, and hard. He pulled her into an embrace and rubbed her gravid belly in slow circles, right around her navel. She let out a delighted squeal, allowing his tongue to push into her mouth and have free reign. She could feel his long, thick cock pulsing between the two of them, hard as a rock and dripping fat dollops of fluid onto her belly. Her eyes fluttered closed as he took control, her leaking marehood making a small puddle on the floor.
Mac broke the kiss and dove right in for a second, just as heated and passionate as the first. Luna hummed her approval and pressed deeper into their embrace, her self-control waning by the second. Mac's hooves wandered to her widened hips, massaging her cutie marks before giving her ass a squeeze. He continued to grope and fondle her maternal form as he broke the kiss, running his snout through her starry mane.
“I’m very single,” he said in a husky rumble. “Boy, you really are in a state, aren’t ya? Gettin’ rid of your helper 'n guards, pouncin’ on me… that pregnancy’s sure doin’ a number on you, ain’t it?”
Luna quivered at his touch. She ground against him, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. “I know what I’m doing... there'll be no consequences, I assure you...”
“Oh, there’ll be consequences, all right.” Mac stroked her fully-splayed wings. “Ponies tend to gossip, ain’t no way around that. If nothin’ else, I’m gonna catch Tartarus when AJ finds out about this, but that’s not really the question at hoof, is it?”
Luna hesitated. “What do you mean?”
Mac laughed, a low, nickering sound that made her heart skip a beat. “The real question is: do I give a fuck?”
She laughed along with him and hugged him tighter. “And do you?”
He smiled. “Eenope.”
That was good enough for her. With a victorious shout, she cast a spell that enveloped them in her cyan aura. They disappeared from the throne room, reappearing in her bedroom chamber an instant later.
Mac’s mouth fell open. “Whoa…”
The room was decorated in colors of silver and navy, with the walls and ceiling enchanted to look like the night sky. The floor was a plush carpet that was as soft as heather, with a desk in the corner covered with scrolls and ancient books. There was an ornate door leading out to a wide, alabaster balcony, and beside it was a telescope, currently covered with a cloth. In the center of the room was a draped, four-poster bed with fluffy pillows and soft blankets, and it was here that Luna made a beeline for, her tail swishing with the sultry sashay of her steps.
Luna turned and waggled her eyebrows. “Was that directed at me, or the room?”
Mac let out a low whistle. “Both.”
“Right answer.” She beckoned him to the bed. “Now, get over here.”
Putting aside his awe, Mac followed after her, his gaze lingering on her plump, flushed marehood. He helped her up onto the bed, then followed and laid down next to her. His thick, heavy member poked into her side as he rested a hoof on her stomach, planting firm kisses along her collarbone.
Luna giggled. “I’m surprised you’re so eager. Most stallions find me unattractive in this state.”
Mac snorted. “Most stallions are idiots.”
“Really, now?” Luna's tone turned devious. “I’ve heard tell of some stallions having a thing for pregnant mares. Have I stumbled upon one of them?”
Mac’s only reply was a grunt. His kisses kept trailing lower and lower, and as he got to her round, blooming belly, his kisses turned into long, slow licks. He travelled up and down her coat with care, stroking her with his soft, wet tongue. He straddled her and held her womb in both hooves, carefully rubbing the smooth, taut flesh.
Luna could feel her foals within shifting at the touch. “Ohhhhh, yesss… like that…” She let out a long, low groan. “Just like that… just like that…”
Now with better access, Mac continued to gently service her, gradually moving southward so he could cover every inch. His cock sprang free as he loomed over her, the pure black organ slapping against his barrel with an audible smack. A steady drip was already oozing from his tip, identical-looking to the drool that now fell from Luna’s mouth.
“Ahhh...” Luna’s nostrils flared at his thick, alluring scent. “Mmm, you are just perfect...”
Mac moved further south, his attention now on the stretched underside of her belly. Her cloying aroma was strongest here, and he felt like he was getting drunk on it. Her pink, glistening slit beckoned to him, but he focused instead on the full, bouncing mounds of flesh just beneath. He started with the right teat, taking the fat nipple oh-so-gently between his teeth, and gave it a light tug.
“OH!” Luna’s voice rose a whole octave. “OH, YES!”
The sensation was like lightning. She thrust her crotch into his face and humped eagerly, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Mac kept going, massaging the darkened areola vigorously with his tongue, then, suckling hard, he latched on the engorged teat and went to town. He rubbed her left one at the same time, the supple flesh yielding to his expert touch. He eagerly played with the teat in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and taking turns between sucking and licking. No milk came out, but he did catch an occasional bitter taste of a strange, syrupy fluid that was familiar to his base instincts. He ground his own hips against her the whole time, the pressure in his loins increasing in response to her heated moans. His barrel was soaked with his own pre, and he could feel his balls churning, eager for release.
Luna was loving what he was doing, but she needed more. With a burst of magic, she pushed Mac muzzle into her soaking mound and held him there, her legs squeezing around him. Mac made a small noise of surprise, but he got the hint and switched targets. He started with the outer lips, kissing each one and tracing the edge of them with his tongue. Then he began lapping deeper, taking long slow swipes from top to bottom, again, and again, and again...
Luna could hardly take it. Her whole body shook in spasms as the pleasure came in rising waves, her cries changing in pitch every time he hit a sensitive spot. She could feel her foals waking up from her sudden movements, shuffling about and distending her womb with their light, tickling kicks.
“MORE!” Luna shrieked. “Oh, yes! Please, MORE!”
Mac obliged. The sweet, tangy taste of her juices flooded his mouth as he wiggled and slithered his tongue, exploring her every nook and cranny. Luna’s tail thrashed like a whip behind her, and her mind was lost in a sea of pleasure. She could feel her peak approaching, charging in like a rampaging Ursa Major, but she couldn’t even form the words.
And then it hit. With a shrieking howl, she went over the edge, her inner muscles clamping down on Mac’s snout. The burning fire within exploded like a firework and then some, suffusing her whole body with warmth and releasing torrents of sweet marecum into Mac’s mouth. He drank it down greedily, not stopping his attack for an instant as he dragged out her peak longer, and longer.
The result was that Luna’s orgasm rode right into another, even stronger than the first. She writhed as her vision went white, wrapping her legs around his head and fucking his face mercilessly. He teased her clit without remorse, flicking and swirling it around with his tongue as his motions became increasingly fevered. He grabbed her thrashing tail and yanked it hard, and he was rewarded with a fresh batch of liquid lust drenching his muzzle.
It went on for almost half a minute. Finally, Mac ceased his ministrations and let Luna come down, and when he did, she went totally limp. She stared off at the far wall with unfocused eyes, gasping for air and collecting herself.
Mac emerged from her nethers, soaked, but wearing a smug look on his face. He craned his head over the curve of her swell and rested his chin on her belly button.
“Ya alright, there?”
Luna managed a weak nod. “You are… very good… at that..."
Mac chuckled. “Eeyup.”
Luna assessed her current state. She couldn’t feel her hind legs, and the rest of her body felt fuzzy (the good kind of fuzzy). She met his eyes and blushed as she saw how drenched he snout was.
“I take it… I’m not… your first?”
Mac shrugged. “Had a few marefriends here and there.”
Luna nodded. “But no one... currently, you said?”
“Nah.” He sat back on his haunches and revealed his twitching member, stroking it lightly with his hooves. “‘Had to service myself the last few years.”
Luna’s gaze fell on his tool. A renewed spike of arousal hit her, but she wasn’t quite up to the task yet. So instead, she bit her lip and said in a soft voice, “Show me.”
Mac raised an eyebrow. “Show you?”
Luna’s eyes glinted. “How you ‘service’ yourself.”
Mac thought about that for a moment. He glanced around as if looking for something, then touched his chin and got an idea. Smirking, he leaned back and smeared her secretions all over his front hooves, then added it to the already-ample amount of fluid dribbling down his shaft. Now properly lubed, he began to stroke himself up and down, his eyes drinking in her fertile form.
“Mmm…” Luna stretched out her limbs in an exaggerated pose. “What imagery are you striking up in your mind’s eye? Fantasies of pregnant mares, like myself? Perhaps planning on what you’ll be doing to me? Tell me, Mac, do you like me like this? Do you think that I'm beautiful?”
Mac clenched his teeth. He speedily worked his hooves up and down his tool, paying special attention to the space just below the glans. His balls grew in size, swelling up inside their ebony sack.
“I suppose I could look inside your dreams,” Luna continued. She rubbed her bulging middle with care. “Very few things would be a secret from me there. But I can see the truth in your eyes. I admire stallions that know what they like, Mac, but you know what I’ll like even more? The feeling of your cum inside me, making me even more big and round...”
Mac literally growled. His eyes were wild as his hooves were worked themselves into a blur. His face grew flushed, the tip of his cock leaking like a faucet.
“I’m only going to get bigger, you know,” she said, her eyes fluttering. “I’m only a little past half-term right now. We had to have the Mages’ Guild come up with a spell that allows my body to grow without affecting the foals. We’re going to use it in two weeks, or as soon as I’m unable to walk... whichever comes first.”
Mac was right on the edge. His motions lost all rhythm as his hips pistoned back and forth of their own accord. His chiseled muscles tensed up, his balls swelling to the size of grapefruits.
“Go on, do it,” Luna goaded him. “Give it to me. Cover me! Paint me white! Claim me as your mare, then fill me up with your foals–”
Mac roared. With a mighty thrust, he reared up and shot load after load onto Luna’s body. He started with her face, covering it with long, white ropes that made her moan in approval. She caught a good amount onto her tongue, and was delighted to discover that it had a faint taste of apples.
“Oh, stars, yes…”
Mac continued to cum, moving southward to cover her neck and shoulders with streaks of jizz. When he got to her belly, he felt a surge that made him thrust especially hard, his seed coming out like a firehose. He shot load after load of hot seed onto her awe-inspiring size, completely drenching her from head to hoof, and it was almost half a minute before he was entirely spent.
Mac fell back on his haunches. He looked up at the ceiling with a hearty sigh, grinning stupidly and catching his breath. Luna closed her eyes and smiled, savoring the glorious feeling of being marked by a stallion. She could feel it dripping off of her in globs, soaking the bed and staining her sheets.
She reveled in it for another few moments, but then, her body glowed for a brief instant, and all the cum lifted off her and rose up into the air in a long, single strand. Eyeing it hungrily, she opened her mouth and swallowed all of it in a few loud gulps.
Mac looked down, his eyes going wide. “Did you just...”
Luna smacked her lips and patted her belly. “Couldn’t let all of that go to waste.”
“Hot damn.” Mac leaned forward and kissed her again. “You are somethin’ else.”
Luna hummed and nuzzled his neck. “So I’ve been told. I hope that you’re up for more, by the way.”
“Why?” Mac’s tone turned impish. “Ya still hungry?”
She smirked. “My marehood is positively ravenous.”
Mac ground against her with his throbbing member. “Best get to it, then. How ya wanna do this?”
With a small grunt, Luna got to her hooves and turned around. She took a few tentative steps towards the middle the bed, then widened her stance and lifted her tail. Her swollen womb brushed against the ruffled blankets as she wiggled her rump at him.
Mac hesitated. “Ya sure? I’m… uh, kinda heavy.”
Luna gave him a lascivious look. “I’m hoping you’ll put that weight to good use.”
Mac took a few tentative steps towards her. “Sure you’ll be alright?”
“You’re nothing compared to the moon,” she said with a small huff. “I’ll be fine. Now hurry up.”
Shrugging, Mac approached her and reared. He rested his hooves atop her thick flank and got situated, his heart pumping in response to his excitement. He rubbed her cutie marks and widened his stance, slowly creeping forward until his rigid tool brushed against her sensitive entrance.
“Ooooooh.” Luna arched her back. She sank slowly into the bed as her front legs bent on extinct. She expected that he’d just start plowing her immediately, but instead, he hovered right on the edge while he nibbled on her fully-spread wings.
“Guhhhhh...” Luna let out a choked whimper. “You… damn tease…”
“Mmm.” Mac drew in deep, long breaths of her scent, all the while licking and pulling at her feathers. “I’m half-tempted to make ya beg for it.”
She pushed against him in response, but his cock went between her hind leg and belly. “Don’t you dare!”
Suddenly in a flash, Mac grabbed a mouthful of her mane and gave it a hard yank.
“AHHH!” Luna’s legs locked in place. She pushed her rump higher into the air, her mind totally blanked.
“Now, now,” Mac said through his mouthful. “Ya’ll ain’t runnin’ the show no more, missy. Right now, you’re not a fancy-shmancy Princess of Equestria.” He gave her mane four more swift tugs. “You... are… my… mare, and I’ll rut you into this mattress when I’m good’n ready! Got it?!”
Luna’s only reply was a strangled, desperate whinny.
Mac spat out her mane. “Good girl. Now then...” he pulled back his hips and lined himself up. “I believe ya had a special request. What was it again? Somethin’ you wanted to me to do to ya… Oh! Right, I remember now...”
He leaned forward and spoke gruffly into her ear.
“Fuck ya senseless.”
He pushed into her with a strong, fluid thrust. He snorted and gripped her tighter, then pushed a little harder and sank further into her. Her tight pussy enveloped him in its snug embrace, and he nickered in sudden surprise. He pushed even more, and her vagina slowly stretched to accommodate him.
“Tight,” he said through ragged breaths. “Ya got a nice, tight, deep cunt… I wonder how much you can take, hmm? Maybe, just maybe… you’ll be the one to take it all...”
Luna was facedown on the bed, moaning like a mare in heat. She could feel every throb of his enormous cock, every push he made, every bit that he progressed as he went deeper into her. Her gravid belly bounced up and down in time with his movements, and all of the foals were awake now, moving and wiggling about.
Mac pulled back slightly and pushed again, really putting his weight into this time. Her hungry cunt swallowed his medial ring, clamping down tightly all the while. He couldn’t think straight at the moment, but if he could, he would have marveled that he hadn’t yet bottomed out. Inch after inch he gave, filling her more and more, and inch after inch she took. Her pussy squeezed him all the while like a vice, and she pushed back into his motions to take even more of him in.
Finally, his balls brushed against her teats. The two organs, rivalling each other in size, pressed snugly against each other, and the two ponies stayed still for a moment, revelling in the shared feelings. Mac wiggled his hips a bit just to ensure that he was fully hilted in her, and sure enough, he was.
“Fuck,” he grunted. She was squeezing him so much that he was trying not to cum already. He let out a snort and steadied himself, then wrapped his hooves around her grand, full womb. He yanked himself back with a loud squelch and plunged back in with equal force.
Luna’s world went white. Jolts of electricity ran up and down her spine in time with his thrusts as he began moving in and out of her like a piston. She gyrated against him in a fevered frenzy, bearing down on him as much as her sex-drunk mind would allow. He was hitting all her sensitive spots like he’d been plowing her for years, and she writhed under him in utter bliss, delighting in the feeling of being throughly plowed.
The room became filled with the moans and grunts of fevered sex. Mac worked up a good rhythm, slamming Luna into the bed again and again with wild abandon and meaty smacks. He nipped at her ears and neck as he fully leaned on her, pounding her with all his applebucking might, doing his best to give her the old-fashioned rutting that she so desperately needed.
Luna couldn’t tell when the first orgasm hit. All she knew was that there was a tight pressure in her core like a wound-up spring, and then it all exploded. She came again and again and again, and it got to the point where she couldn’t even really tell which orgasm ended and another began. She lost all control and bellowed, the entire bed vibrating with the force of her muffled exaltations.
Those vibrations proved to be what put Mac over the tipping point. With a guttural cry, he came inside Luna and filled her up even more. He shot wave after wave of virile cum into her, and she let out her highest squeal yet in response, her back arched and teeth clenched.
Mac pumped load after load into her for almost half a minute. Her needy cunt took it all in, and her prodigious belly throbbed with each thrust. Luna could only coo in response, unprepared for how good the sudden surges of warmth felt in her most sacred of places. When he was done, Mac laid atop her limply, nuzzling her and peppering the small of her back with kisses. He could feel her heart beating in time with his, as well as the flutterings of the foals within. It was an almost dreamlike moment for him, but additionally, it also kept him hard as a rock.
Mac kisses became gradually more fevered as the seconds passed, staying in place to keep ample seed inside her. His dick began to twitch with his movements, eager and ready to go another round.
“Ya’ll done?” he asked. “Or ya need more?”
“Mrrrhhhh,” Luna mumbled tiredly. She emerged from the mattress, her expression thoroughly glazed over. “Just… stay here… like this…”
Mac leaned up farther and kissed her cheek. “Sure thing. Just don’t go fallin’ over, now.”
Luna laughed weakly. “You feel... too good for that…”
“That a fact?” Mac said. He continued to kiss her, returning to the back of her neck, then slowly creeping up through her starry mane. “I reckon there’s a way I can make ya feel even better, ya know.”
Luna went cross-eyed at his feathery touch. “Unnnngh… you’re welcome… to try.”
“Heh. I do like me a challenge.” He planted one final kiss on the top of her head, right at the base of her horn. “Think ya can hold your head real still for me?”
Luna realized with a jolt what he intended. A heavy blush crept into her cheeks. “Are you sure?”
“Eeyup.” He examined her horn up and down, taking in its dimensions. It was longer and thinner than most, lined with the most intricate fluting he’d ever seen. The tip was blunted, as most horns were, and the telltale buzz of latent magic emanated from it. He rolled his neck a few times and steadied himself. “Just leave it to me. I’ll take care o’ya.”
He reached down and tilted Luna’s head so he had a better angle. Then, oh-so-gently, he took her slender horn into his mouth.
“Haaaaaa...” Luna’s jaw went slack. His slippery tongue was tracing the grooves of her horn, swirling all around as he slowly bobbed his head. All the while his dick was still stuffed inside her pregnant pussy, stiff and twitching with his steady heartbeat. She weakly tried to squeeze him a few times, but she didn’t have the strength, so instead she just stood there, helpless, pinned down and penetrated.
Mac slowly moved downward, sucking and slurping down the sparks of magic jetting from Luna’s horn. It made his jaw feel tingly, but in a good kind of way. He paid special attention to her tip, running his tongue all over and massaging it thoroughly. More magic sparked out, and he eagerly gulped it all down, slowly making his way to the base. He was deepthroating her now, going the extra mile to get all of her into his mouth, and just when he was about to pull back, his lips hit her soft, navy coat.
That was when he bared down and really started to suck her off.
Luna was now panting like a dog on a hot summer day, her whole attention focused on her horn and marehood. She felt the warm sparks of pleasure in her loins, blossoming outward and filling her with bliss. She could feel her swollen mammaries pressed against Mac’s balls, gently swaying back and forth. She could feel her foals kicking against the walls of her thick womb, distending her belly with every movement before molding back into its motherly shape. A mighty orgasm was rumbling towards her, massive and unstoppable, and all she could do was wait for it all to roll over her.
Mac was getting pretty close himself. He tightened his mouth and bobbed up and down, running his tongue all over her sensitive horn. He resumed thrusting into her as well, his balls swelling up even more to release another heavy load. He could feel her shuddering beneath him, her voice rising in pitch. He knew just what to do to push her over–and so he thrust his cock in as deep as he could and hummed.
Luna screamed. She screamed long, loud, and hard. The very walls of the room shook with her joy, her inner walls spasming violently around his cock. She shot sparkling sprays of liquid magic into Mac’s mouth, which he greedily drank down. His penis flared and burst in a mighty flood, completely filling her tunnel and then some, his inhibitions lost as he thrust into her again and again and again. Their combined cum spilled out in thick spurts, running down their legs and pooling beneath them. On and on it went, their joined peak stretching for far longer than normal, and it almost became a contest to see which of them would come down first.
It wound up being Mac. His balls completely spent, he rose off her horn with a lewd pop and withdrew his softening rod, smirking at what he felt was a job well done. He softly stroked her as he caught his breath.
“How’d I do?” Mac asked.
Luna didn’t reply at first. She hadn’t yet come down from her peak and was lost in the sensations. It was a few seconds before she was lucid enough to realize that she’d been asked a question. She gingerly rolled onto her side and croaked out a hoarse response.
“That was… adequate...”
Mac snickered. “Well, shoot. And here I thought this mighta been a chance to prove myself. Maybe realize my destiny as the Element o’ Sex or somethin’.”
Luna laughed. She almost wished such a thing existed, though she idly wondered what a cutie mark for that would look like. Nothing appropriate, that was for certain.
“That would’ve made my purification from the Nightmare much more interesting.”
“For sure,” Mac said. He laid down beside her and smiled. “For real, though, do ya feel better? I think I can do one more if’n ya need.”
Luna considered that. Her lower half was numb, her limbs felt like lead, her magic was momentarily shorted out, and most of his seed hadn’t even seeped out of her yet. All things considered, she felt pretty good at the moment.
“Not tonight,” she said, leaning against him. “Save it for the morning.”
Mac turned to her. “The morning?”
Luna raised an eyebrow. “You are staying, aren’t you? Or did you think I merely wanted to use you as a fucktoy?”
Mac’s shook his head. “I never thought that for a minute, but I didn’t wanna presume nothin’. I don’t exactly make a habit outta beddin’ royalty.”
Luna touched her forehead to his and softly kissed him on the lips. “Would you like to?”
Mac’s breath caught in his chest. “...what?”
“I like you.” The statement was simple, yet it held so much weight. “You seem calm, cool, collected, modest… and you don’t seem bothered by status or physical appearance. I mean, for stars sake, I’m the size of an elephant and you just rutted me to Tartarus and back. And I can feel you getting hard again!”
Mac blushed and looked down at his returning erection, his voice sheepish. “Can’t really help it while I’m layin’ next to the most beautiful mare in Equestria.”
“Thats–” Luna’s voice faltered, her mind processing what he just said. “...you know? I think that’s both one of the sweetest and most cheesy things anypony’s ever said to me.”
Mac rested a hoof on her belly, feeling the growing lives within. “I suppose I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t like ya back. And from what I hear in the papers, ya’ll tryin’ to do this whole batpony surrogate thing by yourself without anypony else helpin’ ya? That’s gotta be hard.”
Luna pursed her lips. “I… well, yes and no. The campaign is progressing, but not as quickly as I’d hoped. It will be a few generations before the batponies are back to healthy numbers, even with my assistance.”
Mac nuzzled her neck. “You sure are one hay of a mare. You gotta deal with all these changes to your body, as well as doin’ your job? That’s gotta take its toll.”
“Your flattery is endearing.” Luna rested her chin on top his head, staring off at the far end of the room. “Though I should warn you. If you wish to court me, there will be challenges that we’ll both need to overcome. There will be a great many changes to your life, some of which I promise you won’t like. There will be things about me you may not like, and vice versa. You will need to have courage, Mac, should you decide to do this. Do you think you’re up to the task?”
Mac was silent for a moment. He ran his hoof up and down her side, tracing her swell with unfocused eyes. He was a simple stallion, but he knew what he was saying was true. He worked his jaw a few times without speaking, considering the possibilities, but then, he simply smiled. It was rather obvious to him what he should do, so he wasn’t gonna waste time overthinking it.
Mac wrapped his arms around Luna and held her close, saying the word that would change his life.
“Eeyup.”
