Author's Note

Happy New Year, everyone. Have a sexy little number to welcome you into 2016

Also, no flamin' idea what the deal is up with my buggered cover art in case anyone's wondering...

A Forced Rondeau

A Forced Rondeau

Knuckle Down let out a healthy sigh as he settled down onto his plush recliner after a hearty supper. He let himself have a small smile as he remembered what he and Tavi had done in it before she and Lyra had to leave for their shared room in the dormitory yesterday night. He was just about certain that there would have been no way to get the stains out of the upholstery if Lyra hadn't surprised them with a nifty little spell used for just such an event. Without wanting to get himself worked up, he quickly turned his thoughts to the original reason for burning a little extra oil this night; his plans for the projects he'd want to tackle this week as well as the workout routine for his young lovers.

The plans for the projects came first and easily for him as he'd gotten used to visualizing repairs, going so far as to sketching a rough set of blueprints for some of the major projects. Lucky for him, he was kept well in stock with supplies and the tools for any job that needed to be done so it was just a matter of fabricating whatever was needed. He let himself have a little smile as he imagined Lyra and Tavi dropping by after their classes to give him company as he worked while Lyra would make quiet catcalls from where they watched while Tavi would try to scold her (unsuccessfully) for her behavior. With a final scratch of his charcoal stick, he finished his plans for the next day within a half hour of sitting down and moved on to his other project.

After he set aside his blueprints and pulled out a fresh piece of parchment, he divided it into six sections, labeling the side-by-side pairs with the same title. Starting at the top, he progressed from “upper body” to “core” and lastly with “lower body.” For now, he'd be limited in what he could have them do for their upper body since he didn't possess any weights or even a hang bar, but they didn't need any of that for push ups, so he just left that as the only entry for now. Moving on to the core section, he started off with crunches, their variants and shelved the more intensive hang bar variants for later. Moving on to the lower body, he opted for several intensive exercises to solidly work the entirety of their legs and tacked on a five kilometer run on top of it all.

Satisfied that this should be good enough to start with, he'd add on more intensive workouts that would branch away from one another since Lyra and Tavi would have different levels of physical needs when working out. Happy with what he had for now, he took his various papers over to the kitchen table and set them in a neat pile for when his day started. He made a mental note to set his alarm an hour earlier than usual so he'd be ready for his young lovers in the morning. The potential of seeing them in workout clothes so tight that they would be wearing next to nothing may have had a bit more to his enthusiasm than he'd be willing to admit, but he wouldn't deny it as a driving factor either.

Just after setting his alarm, he froze as a familiar sensation flooded his senses; that being the activation of the powerful enchantment alerting him to a trespasser on the campus grounds. He immediately sprung into action as he brought several other enchantments to life that let him track this foolish individual more accurately and turn the very grounds of the school into an extension of his will. He sensed the intruder making their way through the grounds, specifically toward the hedge maze and waited to see if he could bring this specific trap to life for once. They continued along the path leading past the maze and he felt a lazy grin spread across his face.

With a sudden surge of magic that was tapped from the mana reservoirs sunk below the school grounds and accessible only to him or Celestia, he channeled it into one specific enchantment and directed the hedge maze to grow. With a rustling roar heard faintly through the walls of his bedroom, the plants grew at an absurd rate from their three foot height to a towering nine foot. They grew across the path and surrounded the intruder in a square before they had a chance to react, going so far as to form a light blocking ceiling overhead, preventing even so much as a glimmer of the moon from penetrating the shielding leaves. As a final touch, he brought another enchantment to life and gave the hedges a layer of protection so that any magic cast at them would either slide off or be reflected back at the caster.

While he let the intruder ponder their poor chances of escape and frightful ensnarement, Knuckle quickly opened up one of the locks on his chest before pulling out and donning a set of light armor crafted from ironwood and inscribed with obscuring enchantments which would make anyone who would look at him appear little more than a hazy, flickering shadow with eyes that glowed a faint, silvery white. As an added bonus, the armor also increased his strength and provided a certain level of immunity to low-grade magic. To finish things off, he grabbed a few choice tools from his chest after closing and opening a different lock, namely a pair of heavy gauntlets that would leave even the sturdiest of Earth ponies floored after a hit, a trio of electrically enchanted bolas and a few contact activated mana-sinks to deal with any eventuality. To top it all off, he grabbed a set of closely linked shackles that grew stronger according to how strong the entrapped pony was, always just enough to keep them physically or magically restrained.

With a grim expression despite the predatory grin stretching across his face, he straightened up and slipped everything that he wouldn't be wearing into the various pouches hanging around his waist for quick access. After everything was settled, he left his home and made his way to the maze, the shrubbery parting for him as he simply walked through it as his enchantment granted him no impediment from his raised defenses. Striking off directly into the maze, he paid no mind to the walls as he focused on the location of the intruder in his mind. They had moved deeper into the maze, likely having made a wrong turn or two... Sadly enough, there was no escape from this maze and he was a minotaur who had a real purpose for existing, these foalish fans and malcontents sacrificing their freedom to renew his desire to protect the fillies and young mares from any potential harm while at this wonderful school.

He strode silently through the darkness, confident in his stride and unstoppable in his purpose. Tonight, he'd take no chances with them since he wasn't able to ascertain what tribe the intruder was. When only one wall separated him from his quarry, he moved to a spot only a short way in front of their path. He crouched down, one leg bunched up under him with the other slightly extended behind him. Without the rejuvenation enchantment given to him by the miracle workers in Canterlot castle, he'd likely be in a massive amount of pain from the lingering effects of his accident, but instead he only suffered from a needle-sharp sensation as the magic worked to undo the damage he did to his body almost as quickly as it was done. So, when he suddenly lunged through the wall of foliage with lancing fist, he only felt satisfaction instead of near crippling pain at having done his duty as he drew near the shadowed body of the intruder... Only to find that they had easily flowed around his surprise attack.

He spun around and centered his field of vision on the intruder before his eyes constricted painfully as a faintly turquoise light flooded the infinite darkness that had been his only sight before. Before him stood one of four mares he never would have imagined in such a situation. She was light indigo of coat, teal of eyes and her billowing, star speckled mane and tail gave the perception of depth that should not have been there.

“Is this how royalty is greeted now?” she asked in a mildly curious tone, her left eyebrow arching imperiously. “Or is it some new trend that has not reached my aides' ears?”

“Pri-Princess Luna!” Knuckle stammered in shock as he went from an aggressive stance to one of a supplicant seeking forgiveness. “Please forgive me! I had no idea it was you who had entered the grounds and my first thought was for my charges... Had I known otherwise, you would have had free reign over these grounds.”

“Think nothing of it, Knuckle Down,” she replied imperiously, motioning for him to rise as if an offhanded gesture. As he rose, he took in her figure by reflex from hooves to head. From her perfectly manicured hooves, her delicate ankles and calves curved gracefully up to her pleasantly thick thighs which were mostly hidden by a thin pair of compression shorts that squeezed tightly enough to create a decent dent in the natural padding on her legs. Her hips were straining the limits of her shorts, the top band barely reaching over the top of them while hanging just below the modest pudge of her bare stomach. Her waist was surprisingly trim, showing no signs of any excess weight while still curving delicately. Her bust was just a little smaller than her sisters, though it seemed larger in comparison on her slightly smaller frame. Her breasts were hugged close and lifted slightly by a sculpting sports bra that left her reasonably concealed for any outside ventures while accentuating her figure. Her face was a sight to behold as it nearly forced him to mentally purge the previous sights from his mind as she barely seemed out of her teens after the handful of years she had been restored to her proper state. “Had I wished to, you would have known it were me prowling this lovely maze...” she continued with a half smile.

“Princess?” he replied, both cautious and curious as to her motives for her trespassing.

“I simply wished to know the mettle of the one who has so clearly caught my sisters eye and evaluate his suitability as a Consort... After all, it would not be fitting for my sister to take one to bed who is sorely lacking in the skills one could simply buy from any courtesan in the city...”

Knuckle felt himself flush brightly as he registered her blatant statement, his hackles rising at being compared to one of the many carnal companions to be had in the city. Sex was something freely exchanged and those who sought it from professionals paying for it and getting it from those whose special talents inclined them in such a way. That being said, Luna's statement rubbed his fur the wrong way. Almost as if she doubted the value of him on a level deeper than face value and only considered for carnal pleasure. Then there was the slightly shocking revelation of her sisters interest in taking him to bed and the way Luna so casually brushed aside her own sisters choice to see if he was “worthy” in the first place.

“If that's all you're here for, I must respectfully decline, Princess, and press for you to trust in your sisters' judgment,” he replied coldly. “I have more pressing matters to deal with on the 'morrow and need to ensure I'm well rested for them...”

He turned to leave, his magic flaring to revert the maze to its previous height, the sudden light of a gibbous moon hanging overhead as bright as a noonday sun when compared to the darkness they had been enclosed in. He strode off with a firm stride, but the tone of her voice froze him in his tracks. “And you should mind your betters... I shall not be denied in this... Not when she has spoken of you with such fondness... If you are to be a partner for her, with my blessing or not at all, then you shall pass muster by my standards or I shall denounce you before her very court as unsuitable for any dalliances she may desire...”

“And you should mind where your muzzle leads you, unless you find it stung by something unpleasant,” he growled, fists tightening at his sides.

“Such insolence! You would deny an edict by one of your Princesses?” she said incredulously before her expression turned to one of anger as he simply continued on his way.

“I would deny a cunt who would meddle in her sisters personal affairs and doubt those she would consider in such a way...” he replied smoothly, anger removing the filter from his tongue. “As I said, I have better things to do than entertain a spoiled twat looking to get a dicking and tell her sister to look elsewhere no matter the performance. I'd rather Tia make that decision on her own...”

Luna's horn flared to life and Knuckle felt an ephemeral wave shoot through him harmlessly apart from a few embers it left behind. He was shocked, enraged and felt a heat flare up in his lower abdomen all at once. Unbidden, he felt himself hardening in his pants and panted heavily as a good portion of his rational thought washed away under the surge of raw lust. Luna, angered beyond reasoning had cast upon him a two part lust spell so that she would get what she desired and prevent him from gaining release with any other partner. Until he paired with her or she undid the spell, he'd be plagued with unending lust. It was a risky move on her part as he was an unknown quality to her, but she felt her power would be enough for her to get what she wanted.

Knuckle was barely holding himself back from a blind rage at this point, no matter the lust that ran rampant through him. He was hard, his heart was racing, breath hitching every so often and his knuckles cracking from the strength of his grip. He turned around to look at Luna and she realized that she had probably done the worst possible thing to him with how his emotional state was. With a feral grunt, he ducked down and rushed her in a few lightning quick strides powered by the enchantments gifted to him. She moved a hand to block the punch she saw coming but her startlement slowed her reaction so that when she realized the punch was only a feint, he had her hand in a twisting grip that straightened out the limb and forced her body to hunch over to avoid a dislocated shoulder. From this doubled over position, Knuckle moved around so that he was behind her, his throbbing stallionhood pressed forcefully into the tight valley of her flank with an involuntary thrust on his part throwing her balance off enough to prevent any retaliation. He grabbed her tail in his free hand and forcefully stuffed it beneath the back strap of her bra to her great embarrassment and confusion.

“Wha-!” she tried to croak out, but was silenced as she felt his whole body tense and a sudden flaring of pain erupted on her flank. “AH!”

“A Princess does not take what she wants,” Knuckle growled, bringing his hand down again on her flank. “A Princess leads by example and betters her subjects' lives... She asks politely and is given her due... If she is denied, there must be a reason, no?” Another swat. “You... You are no Princess... You are nothing more than a spoiled little foal who needs to be punished.” He brought his hand down on her other flank, Luna finally giving a choked off cry at his rough treatment. “I will not lay with you tonight, or any other night unless you apologize to both Tia and I...” A crack sounded as his palm met her cheek perfectly, causing her to legs to turn rubbery. “And undo this light-damned spell!” Another swat and she found herself muzzle down in the grass as her legs finally gave out while her reddened flank was wantonly pressed against his firm body.

Luna couldn't believe what was happening to her! She was an Alicorn Princess! She was made of sterner stuff than most ponies, but the way he had disabled her and meted out his punishment had been both precise and just strong enough to force her to his will despite any challenge she could have made short of her powerful magicks. Then there were the fiery brands his hand was leaving on her flanks, using more than enough force so that she'd likely be needing a cushion for the next session of night court, but not enough to hurt more than her pride. She couldn't stop the cries as the pain began to sear her rear any more than she could stop her watering eyes and the beginnings of a runny nose. One thing she couldn't deny was how absolutely drenched her marehood and compression shorts were... Surely he could smell her desire and likely feel it soaking through the fabric of his clothes. Normally being the in the dominant role, this turn of events had flipped a switch deep within her and for the life of her, she didn't want this night to end.

“F-fine!” she choked out after a particularly hard swat that left her right cheek throbbing with an almost uncomfortable warmth. “I-I apologize!” He paused in his swings to let her speak, giving her time to clear her nose with a few short sniffles and wipe her eyes of what few tears had escaped. “But please, don't leave me like this!” She writhed around and looked up into his furious eyes with honest pleading. She had found herself turned on more than she could reasonably remember in the years since her return and her relief had her at his mercy. “I-I'll undo the spell and apologize to T-Tia in the morning, but please rut me!”

“Why should I?” he asked in a low growl, threat and promise evident in equal amounts. “I can live with this... I evidently have a trio of fillies more than eager for my attentions and you've only helped me serve them better...”

“I promise you'll have nothing but the sweetest of dreams, the most pleasing of rests and hah~!,” she cut off with a gasp as he roughly grasped her searing rear while he thrust his length instinctively over her covered folds.

“I don't care a whit for any of that...” he replied with a growl as he hunched over her, his shaft wedged between an incredibly hot and soft pair of flanks. “I've done plenty well on my own... months of pain fevered dreams and nightmares without your 'gentle' touch to show me the way... So what would I really gain by bending you over like the two bit nympho you seem to be?”

“I have nothing more to offer you than money, titles and promises!” she squealed as she tried to rub her marehood against him. She gasped with a shudder and whispered, “My body...”

“If that's how it is, then you're gonna be mine for the night since I have everything I want right now,” he replied as he raised himself back up. “Now, undo this damnable spell so I can enjoy you without any extra incentive...” She complied with a quick ignition of her horn, a brief flash of light and a wash of near release as he felt his lust turn from a white hot blaze to a well stoked fire. He let out a huff of air and grinned as he let her hand go so that he could undo the front of his pants, his length springing from its confines as soon as he unbuttoned his fly. Luna gave a little whine as she saw and felt his length slap against her sensitive flank, only to take in a shuddering gasp as his hands reached under the waistband of her shorts and roughly dragged them over her tender flanks until they were resting mid thigh on her.

Once revealed, and clear of his single-minded lust, he took a moment to appreciate her appearance and scent. Her marehood was inflamed with arousal, the light pink petals of her inner folds peeking out slightly from her dark blue slit. The aroma wafting from between her plump thighs was reminiscent of a fragrant forest glade, sweet and slightly spiced by all manner of nocturnal flowers. He felt a powerful throb run through him member and was reminded that he had a beautiful mare bent over in front of him and one step away from continuing to beg him to fill her to the brim. Apart from her initial manners, she was still a gentlemare and who was he to deny her when he would end up enjoying it the most?

Placing a hand high up on her flank, just above the reddened patch he had made, he took his other and grasped himself at the base as he pulled his hips back a bit, letting his precum slick tip slide down the valley of her flank, a silvery trail left in its wake. His tip lightly bumped over the tight star of her anus and then he found his mark. He felt another throb as his tip rested on the puffy outer folds of her flower, a steamy waft of her moisture rising up and curling around him, inviting him in. Taking a quick moment to run the top side of his member along her folds to lubricate himself a bit, she shuddered and panted at his inadvertent teasing. Finally ready, he brought his tip up through her petals, tip nestled between their satiny grip and rested himself at the entrance to her core.

With deliberate care, he applied pressure through his hips, the tight entrance of her tunnel straining to take in his girth until she rolled her hips with a hitching gasp and his tip slipped inside of her. The first thing he noticed was how unbelievably tight she was... how wet... and how she seemed to be gently pulsing around what little of him that was in her. He pushed a bit more and looked down to see her folds wrapped tightly around him as he slowly speared her. She looked over her shoulder with a needy look, begging him to just take her for his own pleasure and to stop being so gentle. He just gave her a grin as he placed the hand that had been holding his aim steady up to her flank and gave her a wink. She barely had time for her expression to turn to relief when he thrust himself into her forcefully, burying half his length in one go. He slid a bit back and thrust again, earning a deep moan from her as he plunged a couple more inches into her dripping depths. Another thrust and his pelvis slapped into her tender flanks with enough force to elicit a wavering gasp from her.

He slowly slid himself out, feeling every slick little bump and ridge that so tightly wrapped around his length. When he was nearly to his tip, the majority of his length almost steaming in the cool night air, he thrust forward fiercely while pulling her hips back hard enough to make her flanks jiggle slightly from the force. He started to build a rhythm, from moderate to fierce in a few moments, her gasps and moans from the rough treatment to her tender flanks and the vigorous plowing of her marehood made a symphony of pain and pleasure blending into one. On a particularly powerful thrust, her arms went watery and she fell forward onto the dewy grass, the chill water seeping into her sports bra and coat a startling contrast to the burning heat just under her skin. She took in a shuddering breath and the melody of crushed grass, fresh dew, clean sweat and the combined aroma of both their musks made her shudder as another moan rumbled from her throat.

Knuckle down was panting, sweat beading on his forehead and matting down his mane as he power fucked the Princess of the Night. There really was no other word for what he was doing. The forceful thrusting, the way he pulled her back by the waist, the nearly boneless way she moved when he practically slammed into her flanks. There was no doubt about it, but there was also no doubt that they both loved it so he kept going. Deciding to change things up a bit, he raised his hips up a bit so he'd be able to thrust down at a better angle to press the ridge of his beginning flare across that delicate bundle of nerves that was her g-spot while he moved his right hand from her flanks so that he could grasp at the base of her tail, thumb firmly rubbing across the hairless patch of her dock which made her seize up as everything quickly came to a head and she came hard.

Her cry of pleasure was half choked as he continued to thrust into her convulsing depths, her back arching and wings flaring as she stared off into the distance at some unknown point with her tongue hanging out of her mouth with a string of drool falling to the ground. The sight of her reveling in her pleasure, the feeling of her inner walls clamping down while seeming to ripple around his length and the gush of incredibly hot juices suddenly soaked his crotch and thighs sent him rocketing over the edge to his own orgasm. With one last frantic thrust, he thrust his length within her to the hilt, his member flaring and throbbing almost painfully with the amount of cum flowing through it. He had no idea how long his orgasm was as his vision blurred over while he hunched over her back with a guttural groan of release, but when he regained his senses he slowly pushed himself off Luna's back and slowly slid his oversensitive member out of her sticky depths.

After pulling out, he dropped to the ground so he could catch his breath, his gaze never leaving that of the Princess' flanks and slightly gaping marehood. As he watched, a pearl of his silvery essence came flowing out slowly, quickly turning into a small stream before it had a chance to drip below her. He couldn't tear his eyes away as the stem of his fluids dripped down her juicy folds, coating her with a lewd glaze proclaiming his deed under the starry sky. As he recovered, he couldn't help but commit the lewd sight before him to the eternal repository of his memory for future use and reference.

Luna was slowly regaining her wits during this time as well, though her recovery was drastically delayed by the desire to relish in the feeling of such a healthy amount of warm, thick seed that had been so forcefully planted within her. As she pondered her situation, she couldn't help but reflect on the actions that had brought her to this point and felt her gut churn with disgust at how she had handled the situation. Tears slowly formed at the corners of her eyes and suddenly she was sniffling as her nose clogged up. Eventually, she lowered her dripping flank down and raised herself up, looking blearily over to Knuckle Down as she fought to wipe away the sudden flood of tears she found herself with. “I won't say a word against you to my sister... I... I...” she cut off as a hiccup interrupted her. “I won't speak to you ever again, not after what I've done, what I'm asking you to do... I don't deserve to...”

Knuckle growled as he leaned forward on his knees and gave her the hardest swat since this whole thing had begun, making her gasp and arc her back. “I'll have none of that, Luna...” he said in a low tone that brooked absolutely no argument, not from her nor anypony else. “I've heard plenty of good things about you from your sister when she would stop by to visit me, so I know there's a good mare in front of me... You... You just want to make sure your sister isn't going to get hurt by getting invested in me.”

Her face flushed a dark red as he cut to the heart of her being out here. She had been looking to see what kind of character he had tonight, to see if he would treat her sister right (both emotionally and physically, her own experience notwithstanding since it was deserved in her own eyes) for as long or as often as they got together... She had done nothing but try to trip him up, make him stumble and sabotage him with her own plans... She didn't want her sister to walk the years alone, but she also didn't want her to be with somepony who would fold under the pressure or fear the repercussions of being with her. Knuckle saw the truth in her eyes and his expression softened with a lukewarm smile.

“Luna... There's nothing wrong with looking out for your sister, but this is not the way to go about it... You could have invited me to supper, shown up at my house... Hell, an infinite number of things, even invite me to the castle and simply give me an interview if you were feeling particularly lazy... But this isn't the way to go about things, especially since you had gotten my hackles up by thinking you were an intruder looking to do harm to these...” he had to pause here to think of another word since 'innocent' didn't quite fit the bill anymore. “talented and potentially influential young fillies... Not to mention that I'm more stubborn than a sleeping dragon on top of its hoard when it comes to what I see as right...”

“But I had no idea what you saw as right,” she replied with a faint sniffle. “If I hadn't been so unbelievably possessive toward my sister and actually listened to what she had to say about you instead of glossing everything over, I would have been able to think clearly...”

“You lost your sister for over a millennium...” he said in an oddly solemn tone. “If anyone has the right to jealously guard her from harm, it would be you, especially after all she's done to do right by you after what had happened so long ago... But you didn't need to make me give you a hard dicking in order to prove your point...”

“I'm a horrible Princess...” she half moaned, face flushing as she tried to hide her face behind both her hands.

“Not so much as all that...” he said with a nonchalant wave of a hand. “I mean, yes, you've been physically starved for intimacy and are still rebuilding your ties with your sister, so I can see where you're coming from... More or less trying to fill the void of emotional connection with physical at this moment, not to mention checking out my character on top of that as well, but this isn't the way to go about it...”

“...So how would you recommend I go about it?” she asked as she finally toppled herself over and sat on her gooey flanks.

“Find a nice stallion or mare and make something meaningful with them?” he answered with a raised eyebrow. “I mean, apart from some time and a few romps in the sack, what can you really lose?”

She turned sniffed a couple times to clear her nose as she gave it some thought. “I suppose you're correct,” she said after a few moments.

“See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?” he asked rhetorically with a bark of laughter. His smile turned roguish as he continued. “All it took was a good spanking and a rough dicking to set your head on straight... Plus some sensible conversation with yours truly.”

Luna flushed and averted her gaze as his words stung a bit more than his hands did on her flank. Did she really need what he said or was this... strangely blunt conversation that shed a light on the reasons she had hidden from herself for her actions? Despite the answer, or the reasons, she would come to a decision on how to handle her own needs without being quite so imposing on anypony else. “You seem to shine a light on the truth of this matter in the oddest of ways, Knuckle Down... Is your talent somehow linked with being intimate with somepony?”

“Pffft-AHAHAHA!!!!!” he roared in amusement, making Luna blink and give a nervous chuckle of her own. “No...” he finally said after a couple moments of amusement. “Not in the least... I just happen to get around a bit and it just so happens that my talent works a good deal better after some fun... Lets my words get through the walls ponies normally put up since they have to open up for this sort of thing... That being said, I'm no playboy... I normally work in a one-on-one setting and mostly after I try my damnedest to make friends with them.”

“Most peculiar...” she replied with a slight tilting to her head. “So you help others through friendship and intimacy with one being dependent upon the other... Intimacy through friendship, but do you not try to make moves to turn these intimate friendships into deeper relationships?”

“You kidding?” he said with a look of disbelief. “Having friends with benefits is the best thing in the world and if you know how to handle them... You not only get to have a stronger friendship with them, but you get nookie on a fairly regular basis without the issues one would have in a deeper relationship... And before you say it, I'm not going to be a bachelor forever, but I've gotta find myself the right mare or mares before I finally settle down. I may find somepony from among my friends, but as of right now, I'm not looking. I'm happy with my life, my job and where I stand with the ponies in my life. No need to stir the pot quite yet...”

“I see...” she said, her eyebrows slightly raising at his explanation. “So you're eager to make friendships that are only initially beneficial for the others sake at first, which may or may not turn intimate and then keep a status quo after things have progressed to a certain point you feel that is comfortable for not only you, but them as well. But have you given any thought to the mares who may develop feelings for you despite your relationship management?”

“Of course I have... Sex is synonymous with love and other forms of intimacy, so I'd have to be a light blinded dipstick not to see what can happen. That being said, I may have had a couple mares get more than a little fond of me, but the time wasn't right... I let them down gently and somehow managed to keep our friendship from going arse over teakettle. Eventually, they found somepony else with a few dates set up by yours truly and now we keep in touch on a fairly regular basis.”

“You live a strange life, Knuckle Down...” Luna said with a single light chuckle. “Many a stallion would be envious of your ability to balance your friendships in such a way, while others would pity you for not having yourself a mare to give your heart to. Hearing your reasoning and motives for myself? I can tell that you're making the most out of where you are in your life and enriching that of your friends' as well... Well, you'll hear no single complaint from me about Tia taking you to her bed... Or she to yours as the case may be...”

“Thanks for that, Luna,” he replied with a half smile. “Now, if you need another good dicking, please... just... knock on my door instead of putting me through all this again?” he said with a grin to let her know he was just joking and let his arms go out from under him finally, gently falling to his back with a long sigh of relaxation. “I have to get up early tomorrow morning and I don't like to go out chasing after 'intruders' that really don't need it...”

Luna flushed a bit at having caused him such an inconvenience... and at seeing his semi-erect stallionhood put so casually on display, still slightly glistening from their shared fluids. She couldn't help but feel her nethers heat up again at the recent memory of what they had done only a short while ago. “I-I apologize for inconveniencing you in such a way... I can promise you that I will give you a deep slumber so that you will wake properly refreshed for your morning duties.”

“That's very much appreciated,” he replied with a little smile as he continued to gaze up at the night sky. He heard a faint rustling through the short grass and gave a small start when he felt Luna's hand grip his knee. He looked down his body to see her on her knees while her other hand supported her. She was looking up at him, but he saw the occasional flicker of her eyes as she glanced down at his exposed member, a faint blush coming across his face as he suddenly realized that he had left himself completely exposed this whole time as he had been distracted by his conversation with her.

“Please, allow me to properly apologize before you must turn in...” she said with a dark pink blush rising up on her cheeks. He just gave her a warm smile and gave a small nod. She smiled in return and dropped herself down to her elbows as her muzzle came within an inch of his rapidly hardening member. Her warm breath washed over him and he felt a strong throb as she took a brief moment to smell the combined musk that still lingered about him. Her mouth watered at the scent and she started off with a long, wet lick over the top of his still growing member with as much of her tongue as she could. After her first pass, she quickly repeated it from a slightly different angle, changing her angle every time until he had risen to the point where she could sloppily lick his length from base to tip from the underside. After she had coated his entire length, she moved up to the tip and planted a delicate kiss on his slightly bobbing member which gave a twitch at her ministrations.

She brought her lips back down on the tip of his member again a couple seconds later as she drew all the air out of her mouth, letting her mouth make a seal while the suction within drew his length into her muzzle. She slowly twirled her tongue around him as he sunk deeper into her muzzle until her lips met his medial ring which prompted her to make a slow trek back up while increasing the amount of suction around him. Just when he was almost ready to pop out of her mouth, she quickly descended back to his medial ring and a bit beyond which forced his groan to turn into a gasp partway through. Fighting the urge to smile, she began to bob her head on his length until the tip of his length was lightly brushing against the back of her throat and her nose was pushed up against his base.

For Knuckle's part, he was in nirvana. Luna's ministrations were attentive yet varied in all the right ways. She would change her pace, use her tongue and vary the depths she took him in with an expert touch to not only ramp up his anticipation, but throw off his groove to the point he was nearly ready to grab hold of her ears and have his way with her since she seemed to like that just as much. However, just when he was on the verge of a manic episode she looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes while her pace and technique leveled out. He dropped his head back and let the sensations of her hot, wet muzzle and dexterous tongue carry him swiftly up and over the point of no return in an orgasm that wasn't so much explosive as it was a complete release of tension.

Luna was expecting it from the involuntary signals he was sending through his length, but when his flare throbbed, she felt a surge of anticipation and slowly slid him out as the first volley of his seed splattered against the back of her mouth so that he would coat the entirety of her tongue. It was thick, viscous, pleasantly mucky and quite a mouthful for having rutted her into a sopping mess not even a half hour ago. When she finally pulled off his length with a faint pop, she looked to see him in a state of near sleep from their activities, but that still didn't stop him from slowly cracking his eyes open to look at her with a surprisingly warm smile. She rewarded him with a wink and an opening of her mouth to show his copious load before she swished it around with her tongue and made a small show of swallowing the entirety of it. When she had finished, she stood up and pulled her compression shorts back up before kneeling back down and touching his head with a gentle smile of her own. Her horn briefly flared and he was deeply asleep between one breath and the next.

With that done, she carefully tucked Knuckle's still moist member back into his trousers before gently picking him up in her arms and walking off into the depths of the grounds to find his cottage. She found it without much trouble and made her way inside with a brief spell to open his door. After taking a mildly curious glance around his surprisingly sparse abode, she took to finding his bedroom in short order. Here, she laid him down softly after turning back the covers and then she got to work stripping him of all his armor, weapons and clothes, neatly folding and stacking them on top of the large trunk at the foot of his bed. When that was done, she pulled the cover up over his shoulders and he wriggled slightly as he subconsciously sought out their warmth.

Satisfied that her spell would ensure his restful sleep, Luna made her way from his cottage and stood just outside the door after having closed it. She took few moments to run over what Knuckle Down has said in regards to herself and still couldn't hold any blame to him whatsoever. She had been acting as a spoiled foal would and had needed a firm hand to correct her behavior. Tia would have chided her, Cadence would have teased her about her behavior and Twilight would have made it her personal mission to find a solution that would leave everyone happy and resolve the situation with minimal conflict on any side. Knuckle Down certainly was a peculiar stallion, especially since he so obviously saw the Royalty as mares first and foremost and he wasn't afraid to voice his thoughts or grievances to them either. She was sure she could thank her sister for his blunt speech and approach to her and was certain that if she had been in public, he would have been nothing short of a proper stallion.

With a rueful smirk that quickly turned into a slight grimace at the suddenly cold feeling of his thick seed becoming clammy in her shorts after having seeped out of her and coated her marehood, she felt that tonight definitely could have gone worse. Now, to head back to her rooms, freshen up and then see about tripping an unsuspecting guard into her bed for the rest of the night. With that final thought and a flash of light, she left Knuckle Down to his dreams and returned to her rooms with a promise to herself to not be such a royal cunt in the future.