Luna is love. Luna is best pony
It was only three years ago. I am Pip, youngest in the class at Ponyvile primary elementary school. Ever since Nightmare night all those years ago I spent every night besides my bed, praying to best pony, Princess Luna. Nopony understood my deep devotion to best princess or the moon. They couldn't understand it. Only through years of collecting and deep prayer have I became so intune with pest pony, Princess Luna. I would just kneel every night with a small model of best princess inside my clasped hooves, praying to my night mistress. Like her moon, she is like a magnificent mother. If only I could be so grossly incandescent.
"Luna is love," I would say, "Luna is best pony princes" I would follow up with.
The other school colts and fillies had it the worst. Stupidity. Blissful ignorance. The filthy heretics cannot even fathom my great pleasure for best princess. They always say behind my pretty little horse arse how weird I was for loving the princess as much as everypony else should! I am proud of my love for best Princess Luna.
Diamond Tiara. I spit at her foul name. She was a false prophet amung my sheep. She would call me out, the blasphemer. Openly mocking me and my love fot the holy matriarch, best princess. But best princess has taught me better. I pray for her, even if I do not like her of her ilk.
"Luna is love" I would wisper at my desk next to her own desk, " Luna is best pony."
The heretic must have heard my not-so silent prayer for her soul, deciding to call me and the night mistress out yet again, mocking me. Opening her foul mouth as calles me a 'Colt-cuddler' using the phrase as to say the feeling of a prostate bing tickled and true passion is wrong. So I told the whench to go plough herself.
Not taking so kindly to my come-back she hit me right in the muzzle with her fore-left hoof, knocking my block off. What a wanker. Filthy heretic.
I am crying now, my location unknown. I do not conjour a fuck from my jar. The pain in my face over-shadows almost all past experiances of pain in my life, nary a moment coming close. It is so great that it even blurrs the love of best pony, Princes Luna, making me and my young, inexperianced mind to forget her phospherecent light.
I feel no warmth, not even the feeling of warm, iron-rich blood soothing my sore skin with its heat and fright. I hear no whimpers yet I know I cry out for best Princes, her name fresh from my lips yet they hesitate at the sound.
And like the glacful touch of Red-head alicorn-person, I feel the aura of warmth through my cold, cold body of a young chap from Trotingham. The words stop from my lips, ceace their ill-heard cries. The touch of hoof against fur, running around my barrel. My shielded eyes let go and I see her, best pony, Princess Luna.
I call out but my mouth is too weak. She hushes me with her divine lips, muzzle to my ear, hooves running down my young frame.
"This is my moon" she says moving her head so I can see the bedroom I am in - my bedroom. I want to question but I cannot, she is not quick to anger but I must respect her. She moves my body with her stong magic, spreading my hind-legs and pushing my hind-quarters a little higher. I must move myself where she applies pressure with her meaty hooves, not willing to dissapoint best pony or make her waste more energy than needed. I love the princess and move how she wants me to move. If she says jump, I say 'off which bridge and into what pit of dick-monsters mistress?'
My hind is high enought I feel her weight on me. Its hard to bare, but I must do it for best pony, not-fat princess Luna. I hear the sound of fabric moving as her meaty cock moved up my crusty blanket used for my prayers. It becomes stiff, living off my bed and 'booking' my bollocks with her wet dick-lips.
"The night court is now in session." She whispers into my undeserving ear. Joking, I am the most deserving of her grace's words and pegging.
She tences her muscle, it rising an inch or two, and lands on my back as she thrusts slightly. The sceptre of butt-fuckery lowers, like the side of a blade on ones shoulder, knighting the pony. Except this knighthood involves buttsex.
As her girthy, dry trunk drags down my skin and touched my butthole, I move in, and like a deep kiss where a tongue enters a mouth, her cock thrusts into my area. Only one of these scenarios causcause tareing though. My saints blood trickles down my legs as the giant cock of best pony, princess Luna rams deeper into me. I scream in bliss. And pain. Mostly pain. ANYWHO my arse is being rammed by my goddess. The ultimate king to brag about with you ur mates at the pub. 'What'd you do mate?' They would ask. To which I would reply 'Best princess shoved her water melon up my arse.' Most likely followed with free drinks and accention to king of Ponyville afterwards I assume would happen afterwards.
She's still going deeper, the ring streatchig the radius of my stretchy arse my an inch. I feel like I'm floating, like magic is holding me by my tummy. With a knife. My hooves can no longer tough the ground because best pony, princess Luna's horsecock is ludicrously big. Truly, best princess Luna must be so magically gifted that she can stick a three-foot cock up my arse and not destroy my intestinal track.
Mistress pushes her body to the ground, giving me massive friction burns as bulge of her tip moves from my belly button to my diaphragm, making my lungs exhale the holy air that surrounds Luna. The holy, musky air. As she does this, the another foot of her gargantuan horn skewers me. It is now that she starts thrusting, every push and pull now dominating my breathing more than a rape-y gloryhole. I'm honoured. In was always conscious about breathing, wondering which ones best princess would allow. But now I know, as each movement of her holy club gives me the permission to do my most basic function.
Its been an hour and looks like best only God, princess Luna is nearing the limit she most likely chose. Because heroes (stamina) never die. Her thrusts are more animalistic and random. Pre keeps leaking from her cock into my bloated intestines, kept there by her collosal medical ring which gives my belly a weird shape and the jizz is compressed and not compressed, sometimes making a bit of her nectre drip from my mouth.
"Last visitor of the day" she nearly shouts into my face as half her ring is sticking out of my bloodied mess and puts two feet of 100% muscle through my digestive track and explodes like a building meant for king James. [1]
My tummy bloats like a pig filled with dynamite as a titanic amount of spunk filled me faster than the titanic. My throat felt weird then instantly swelled and I threw up a metric fucktonne of jizz. Only God, Lord Luna slowly vacated my rear premices and jizz started exploding from there too. My back was covered in jizz as well due to flooding from my orifices and Luna's dick, which was magically being jacked off to by herself.
A minute or two later, I managed to summon the energy to turn over. Lord Luna's face was next to mine as she stuck out her tounge and licked the side of my face which was covered in cum. She even lapped over my eyeball, which was still open. Then, with a sultry expression, she said,
"The night court will continue tomorrow and I expect full attendance." And I closed my eyes to sleep, knowing I was satisfactory of my queen.
