Author's Note
This story took a long time to fucking write and it is one of my better stories. I ask that you simply give this story the credit it deserves. Point out type-Os for me and if you like/dislike it, tell me why so I know what I'm doing good at. Thanks!
Pinch Me
Woody Willows is flying about Cloudsdale once again. He is generally known as the camouflage Pegasus, for he is brown with a dark and light green Kane and tail. He needs to clock in to work or else he won't get paid. I mean, these clouds aren't gonna clear themselves! He reaches the door to the worker's office and opens it. He examines the weather schedule on the wall. On his shift, the weather will be a nice, cloudy day. Objective is simple enough...like every day. Step one: fly around. Step two: kick clouds. Step three: repeat steps one and two.
He punches in his time card and walks out of the building and takes off, grudgingly. He really doesn't wanna be here right now. Like, REALLY doesn't. But hay, those bills won't pay themselves... He makes his way around and finds a small cloud floating aimlessly through the sky.
"Damn," he thinks. "I wish I could be like you. Going along with the winds, not giving a fuck about where you're going in life... Well...I'm not a cloud... " He kicks the cloud and watches it disperse. "And one down, however many the fuck are left to go..." He lightly hovers around, only having his thoughts and the sounds of his soft wing-beats to accompany him.
He absentmindedly floats around, kicking clouds by muscle memory. Then he begins to think. About that strange dream he had last night. And the night before. It was weird to him. His strange dream consisting of him having sex with another pony. But not just any pony. Luna. A princess. "Is that really the way I think of her? I mean, apart from her amazing personality and nice.., curvy sides...and her...beautiful...massive...brea- what?! How dare I! I shouldn't think of a princess that way! It's...it's wrong... But it feels so right... Oh focus, dip-shit! You have a job to do and you aren't gonna let a sexy, curvy, drop-dead gorgeous alicorn stop you from your work!" He continues his job, going through an incessant process of flying, kicking clouds, and doing it all over again. And all he knew was he had to do it... for nine hours...oh joy...
Well, in a nine-hour long, boring series of events that the author was WAY to fucking lazy to write out himself, Woody's cloud-kicking job is done for the day. He heaves a heavy sigh of relief as he sticks his time card in the clock and leaves the building of his tormentingly boring job, off to his home. He walks in and slumps on his couch, his mind fried from the boring job he had performed just a few minutes before.
Many people call him odd, for Woody does not keep his house in Cloudsdale, but the ground, instead. He would rather stay on the ground to keep his legs up to shape, but takes flight often to make sure his wings don't get weak either. Plus, Cloudsdale is too...bland white for him. He adores the color that the ground offers him.
He stretches out on the couch, yawning while he does so. He scratches his chin and stands up to go into his kitchen and over to the fridge. He opens the door and pulls out a can of root-beer and cracks it open, the sizzle from the can spelling 'sweet relief' to him as he indulges himself in his favorite, carbonated beverage. "Ahhhh, delicious," he remarks as he makes his way to slouch on the couch he was on
earlier. He sits himself down as he grabs the remote control to his television set and flicks it on. He rotates through the channels, not really finding anything good on. He sips his root beer again. He shuts it off, asking himself the great question of modern life: Why the hell is there never anything good on TV? His train of thought is soon de-railed, however, by a knock at his door. He sips hid root beer and gets up then stretches. "Coming!" he calls as he makes his way o the door. He opens it up to see Derpy at the door in her mailcarrier uniform. He always thought she looked cute in her outfit. "Oh, hey, Ditzy!"
"Hello!" she greets. "I have a special delivery for you. A royal summons for you, sir." She hands him a parchment scroll with a ribbon around it, bound by red wax with the royal seal in it.
"Oh...well, thank you very much, Derpy!"
"No problem!" She turns and hovers her way down the street, softly beating her wings.
Woody slowly opens the scroll and reads what is inside.
Dear Woody,
We request your presence in Canterlot castle whenever is convenient for you. It is a simple matter of some importance to you. When you arrive at the castle, show this to the guards, they will let you in.
Yours Cordially: Luna
"Oh my! I need to get over there right away!" He runs out the door a few steps then stops. He sprints back in and chugs his root-beer. "Ahhh, still good!" He then runs out of the door and takes flight right away. He speeds his way through the sky, letting the wind throw his mane and tail wherever it pleased. He was always a decently fast flyer, but not near that to the standards of Rainbow-Dash, much less the Wonderbolts. His eyes watered as the air stung his eyes as they squinted in response. He slows down about half way to the castle and lands on a cloud to give a minute to his now aching wings so he can rest them. He does, however, lightly use his wings to push the cloud toward the castle so he can still rest, yet make progress at the same time.
He moves like this for a while before stretching his wings and taking off once more. He continues his speedy path towards the castle. After about 15 minutes of this intense flight, he finally gently floats his way down in front of the castle where he is immediately stopped by the guards. "Halt. What is you business, sir?" the guard asks. Woody is impressed at the fact they called him a sir.
"Ummm, I got this royal summons," Woody replies as he pulls out the scroll and shows it to the guard.
The guard takes it and reads it. He hands it back to Woody and says,"Of course. Right this way. If you are looking for Princess Luna's quarters, go down the large hall. There are many doors, but go all the way down to the end of it. It shall open up into a large room with two staircases. Take the left one. From there, just ask another guard. He will know from there." He steps aside and moves his spear out of the way as the other guard follows suit.
"Thank you, sir," Woody replies and moves through the door. Indeed, there was a crazy huge hallway. "Damn, this place is huge! How long did it take to make?" He continues through the large corridor, gawking over the massive size of the hallway. He reaches the room at its end and makes his way up the one to the left where there is a guard in front of a door who stops him.
"What do you require?" he asks.
"I got this summons from Princess Luna, sir." Woody shows the guard the scroll he had obtained earlier.
The guard takes it and reads it over with a questioning look. "Alright. Go down this hallway. It will have many doors but go straight down the hallway until it splits into a 't'. Go right and there will be a large, dark-blue door. That is her room. Two guards will stop you but it looks as if they need o merely see this. Thy will let you go in. Just knock first. Sorry for the repetitive security process, we just need this place as secure as it can get."
"I understand. I mean, national leaders need to be protected, don't they?"
"Yup. Powerful figures such as they have many enemies."
"Indeed. Well, thank you very much, sir! Have a nice day!"
"You, too!"
Woody makes his way all the way down the hallway and then tuns right, directly in front of a massive door and is stopped by two guards. "What's your business?"
"I have a court summons, sir," Woody says as he hands the guard the scroll who reads it and moves out of the way without another word. Woody knocks on the door with no answer. He tries once more. The door opens with the Princess at the door, wearing a long, black dress with her cutie mark embroidered in the fabric.
"Ah, it is you! Come in, Woody," she greets. He steps inside the room. It is her own, personal bedchambers, surprisingly. He thought it was going to be a more...formal encounter. "Come, have a seat," she sweetly says. He walks in and sits on a chair in her room.
"Oh. Well, thank you, Princess Luna."
"We ask that you just call us Luna. This is a very informal setting, after all. And besides, we are called Princess too much. Make yourself at home, friend."
Woody is shocked by her attitude, but slumps further into the massive chair. "Well, you are very nice for such an offer, Princ- Luna."
"We thank you." She walks over to a small heater on the counter. She takes two cups and fills them with some tea from the pot on the heater. She walks back to Woody. "Care for a cup?" she asks.
"Oh, you didn't need to do that! I would've gotten them for you!"
"You are our guest, however, and we will treat you as such." She hands him a cup. "Would you like some sugar?" she asks, levitating a small cup with a spoon in it towards the table.
"Oh, yes! I never drink any tea BUT sweet tea." He eagerly grabs the dish from the air and pours in a few good spoonfulls of sugar. "Thank you, Luna!"
"Not a problem," she remarks as she levitates two spoonfulls of sugar into her cup. "Well, the reason we had called you here in the first place is something abnormal about yourself that I know bothers you."
Woody looks at her with a questioning expression. "What exactly do you mean?"
She takes a sip of her tea before replying with,"Your dreams, Woody."
"My-Ohhh..." He blushes a deep, beet red. "I'm so sorry about those! Can you ever-"
"No need to be so apologetic, friend. We do our job by turning bad dreams into good ones. If the pony is having a dream that brings them satisfaction, then we skip it. Your dreams showed...extensive pleasure, to say the least." Woody blushes a deeper shade of red. "We have seen many dreams about us." She takes a long sip of her tea. "Many like yours. This would normally be alright if it didn't keep you up and be a distraction to you throughout your daily routine. Don't worry, however. We have dealt with this problem many times."
"You have?" Woody takes a sip of his tea.
"Indeed we have. So there are two different ways to deal with this problem. We could identify the source and talk it out to find a solution. Or, there is the other way of...well..." She glances around the room and raises the cup of tea to her lips as she shifts uncomfortably. She takes a long sip. "You feel comfortable around us, right?"
"Yeah...why..?"
"Well, because it might get a bit strange. Anyway, the other option is to...so to say...make reality your dreams." Woody shifts in his chair as he looks down and turns an even redder-than-red blush. Luna blushes a bit, too. "A third option is a combination of both, which is the most effective and the one of which, if we may be transparent with you, we have performed more than the others." Luna blushes at the fact that she had just admitted that she had 'serviced' a few ponies as such was implied. "So, umm...which option would you prefer us to do, Woody."
"Well...maybe, uhh..." He scratches the back of his head. "Option...th-three?" he replies sheepishly.
"We see. Well, let us commence, shall we? So first of all, we need to identify why you are having such dreams. So, why do you think you are having such dreams? Mind you, this is a time where you can be perfectly transparent and straight-up with us. May it be some physical attraction you find in us, like it usually is. If so, than what may it be?"
"You said I can tell you...anything in this situation, right?"
"Indeed, you may."
"Well, I'm not one to sound like a suck-up, but, it's everything about your looks!"
"Oh?" Luna turns slightly more red, not expecting to hear such an answer.
"As long as I'm in this environment, I will put everything bluntly. But, I mean, you look amazing! Your sleek, curvy sides, your...you have a...a wonderful rack to you as well." They both blush deeper. "Your hips amazingly accent your lovely thighs. And even now, your lovely dress ties it all together and don't even get me started on your beautiful face!" She blushes bright red. "Everything about it-about you! What little glimpses of your personality I've managed to get just makes me...wow."
"Sweet Celestia, we've not a compliment had as such, before. We can't believe it! This sounds further than a basic matter of physical appeal. This sounds much further! Is there something you need to tell us that you have dodged in all of that?"
"Yes there is." He looks at her straight in the eyes. "You are right. This isn't merely physical appeal. Princess Luna, I love you. And I know you have probably gotten that from tons of other ponies, but I'm serious. It's probably a pointless effort on my part, though."
"Actually, we've not gotten a confession of feelings such as the one you have presented before us. We...we don't know what to think right now."
"If I may, Princess." Woody gets up and walks over to Luna. "You don't need to think." Before she can even process what's happening, he pulls the Princess into a kiss, making her eyes practically grow to the size of saucers as she blushes yet again. He pulls away and looks her in the eye with a loving look. He grabs the back of her head and brings her into an even more intimate kiss. Her blush fades as her eyes close and she puts her hands on his shoulders and he wraps his arms around her waist in response.
Woody presses his tongue against the Princess's teeth, begging for entry and she opens her mouth allowing him in. He explores her mouth for a while until she begins to fight back. They wrestle their tongues together for a good minute, the battle going from one side to another, before they pull away, panting, a single strand of saliva still connecting the two from their passionate kiss.
"We...we are amazed. That was wonderful! Even as many a time as we have done this, none were as authentic as that! I must commend your skill."
"Well, it was authentic." He gives her a peck on the cheek before hugging her and whispering in her ear.
"We...we think we love you as well. We...we want you..," she says, her blush only deepening upon hearing herself say that.
"Luckily I'd like the same thing." He pulls her into another, yet even more intimate kiss.
As their lips are locked into a kiss, burning with passion, they make their way to Luna's massive, soft bed. They fall on top of it as Luna grabs Woody's shirt and pulls it off of him as her horn glows and brings his pants down to the ground, leaving him in only his underwear. Woody reaches behind the Princess's back and grabs the zipper and pulls it to its end.
The two ponies pull away panting. Luna stands up and drops her dress to the ground, leaving her in her blue-and-gold underwear. Woody feels his wings begin to stiffen, among other things. She slowly moves her way towards him, swinging her hips left and right as she walks. She reaches him with half-lidded eyes, the looks intensity only being magnified by the slight glimmer of lust he sees shining in her pupils. She whispers in his ear,"Own us." This comment gets his heart racing and only turns him on more. He grabs her and swiftly spins her around and slams her on the bed before she can even think, making her let out a surprised shout. He gets over her and gives her a peck on the forehead..
He moves his mouth over to her ear and begins to nibble on it as he moves his hands down behind her back and unlatches the clasp on her bra. He tosses it across the room like it's merely waste and continues his path of kissing and nibbling down the side of her face and to her chest, her giving small moans of anticipation the whole time.
He reaches her modest sized breasts and begins to massage one with his hand while locking his mouth around her other nipple. "Ooohhhhnng, yes!" she moans quietly as he begins to swirl his tongue her ever-hardening nipple. He begins to suckle on it, making her groan even louder as he begins to taste her sweet
milk. He moves them both onto their sides as he makes his other hand trail softly along her belly down to her soaking thighs. She extends her wings and wraps them around Woody in a tender embrace as he continues his work.
"OHHHhhhhnnnn, fuck," she moans as Woody begins to bite one nipple as he pinches the other,
moving her into a state of bliss, her wings shooting straight. Woody switches breasts and begins to do it all over again. "AAAHHH! Yes!" she screams as Woody begins to rub the surface of her wet slit through her thoroughly soaked panties.
Woody stops his pleasurable work over her breasts as he shuffle his way down to the point of being eye-level with her dripping cunt. Her smell fills his nostrils, hardening him even more. "Dear Celestia, you smell like a goddess..." he says. He takes a quick lick, tasting her sweet liquids through her underwear, making her moan loudly. "You taste like one, too!" He loops his thumbs around the rim of her underwear and pulls them past her hooves and tosses them aside. He takes in another deep breath to smell her intoxicating scent. He takes a long lick over the surface if her glistening pussy.
"Ohhhhhh, wow," Luna moans. "Amazing. Don't stop!" Woody takes another lick over her entrance, but shorter. He pulls back and brings up two fingers. He spreads her pussy lips apart, making her gasp. He brings his head closer to her slit as he lowers his hand and latches his mouth around her vagina and sticks his tongue in and feels her tight pussy walls as she moans deeply. He moves his tongue faster, getting even more of her wonderful taste until the memory of it is burned in his mind.
Another moan escapes her lips as she places a hand the back of Woody's head and forces his head into her crotch. Woody's world is turned into nothing but the scent and taste he loves as his snout is engulfed in her dripping entrance. He moves even faster, making her hips convulse as she lets out a shriek of surprise. Taking this as a sign that he's doing something right, he moves even faster and faster. Luna reaches the edge on a climax. She bursts.
A torrent of her liquids come flowing forth, saturating Woody's face with her mare-cum as she yells in pure ecstasy. He pulls away from her pussy, smiling at a job well done. He licks his lips to get all of her liquids in him as he can as some drips off of his muzzle. She gets up and unexpectedly pushes him onto his back. He lets out a small gasp as Luna eagerly yanks his underwear down to his ankles and throws them aside, showing Woody's rock-hard package. She licks her lips and smells his strong musk, which only makes her crave his taste even more.
She breathes on his throbbing member and takes a long lick up the side of it, making him grunt. She takes another lick and flicks her tongue against the tip before taking in his member just past the tip. She moves her head a bit farther down his long shaft before pulling a bit back. She slides her head down to his medial ring and dwells there for a moment, licking the sides of it. She pulls back again and moves even farther down to the point of her snout touching his belly, bulging her throat out. She moves her head up and slams it down.
She keeps up her process of slowing rising then slamming her head down for a while. "Ooh! Oh my, yes..," she moans after pulling out. She finds Woody bending his neck down and gently sucking the tip of his horn. She moves her head back down his long cock, letting out moans the whole way as Woody moves his head up and down her horn. She lets go another moan as Woody starts to caress and massage deeply into the crevasses near the base of her wings. She moves a hand down to her saturated pussy and begins to furiously rub the clit, letting every possible point of stimulus be filled with pleasure.
She forces her head down one last time as Woody's cock throbs and shoots his seed to the back of her mouth. She swallows as much as she can if his load until some begins to spurt past her lips and some leaks through her nose. She slowly pulls back, licking his dick the whole time, until her mouth comes off with a pop, leaving her coughing.
Suddenly, his hands rubbing her wings and his mouth still locked around his throat. The sensation of him slowly dragging his mouth back sends her over the edge as her horn lights up. "AHHH!" she yells as a bolt of magic flys from the tips of her horn, hitting Woody in the side of the face, sending him sprawling onto the floor. She jolts up and runs over to him.
"Are you okay?" she asks him. "We are terribly sorry"
"No, no, you're fine," he states, rubbing the right side of his face. "That half of my face is merely numb, that's all. No pain."
"Excellent," she replies, straddling over his crotch, giving him a perfect view of her everything. "Just let us do the work..," sheremarks as she slowly lowers herself to the tip of his dick, gently crowning it with her soaking pussy. She slowly slides down to his medial ring, letting out a long, pleasurable sigh. She raises her hips before slamming all the way down, making Woody give off a gasp that trails off into a low moan. She raises again and drops her hips. She repeats this process, gradually speeding up until she is going at it furiously, making her breasts bounce as she quickly moves one hand down and begins to rub her clit as fast as her arm can move.
"By the gods!" she yells. "This is amazing!" She lays over him and supports herself with her forearms as her rump keeps moving up and down over his shaft, making her let out a shrill moan every time her hips slam against his. She moves even faster than her previous pace. "Oh my goodness!" she shrieks as his hips buck forwards in pace with her own movements. "Just like that! Keep fucking us!"
"P-princess. I-I'm cu-cum-m-ming!" Woody sputters.
"Well then let us finish together!" she replies as she keeps slamming her hips down. Woody places his hands on her hips and forces her down each time their hips meet until he forces her down one last time as he releases his cum inside of her, moaning. The sensation of her being filled triggers her own orgasm and her hips spasm as her mare cum splashes over his hips and chest. She lowers her head and locks their lips together as they both finish their climaxes together.
She falls on the floor beside him, both if them panting for breath. Woody scans her over. She looks cute like that. Her face spelling pure bliss, her moderate breasts heaving with her breaths, and just a small trickle of his semen trickling from her onto the floor. She reaches a hand down and takes some if their liquids onto the tip if her finger. She puts it in her mouth and tastes their mixed liquids. "We taste delicious," she remarks as she nuzzles close to him and wraps her wings around him in a loving embrace with a smile spelling 'contentment' plastered over her face. He looks at her and smiles as he kisses her forehead and hugs her back with his arms.
"Princess..."
"Please, call us Luna..."
"Well, you are my princess..." She blushes a bit at his remark."Pinch me."
"Why?"
"Because I think this is a dream. Nowhere else could I get so lucky."
"Woody?"
"Yes, love?"
"We love you..."
"I love you, too." Luna smiles softly and drifts off into a sleep.
"Damn, she's cute," he thinks to himself before drifting off into a sleep with the princess he so loves.
THE END
