Hyper Love Surprise: Minuit Douleur

Luna's cheeks were red, hot and doused in edom beeath her deep coat of navy. The resulting color melded with her coat and birthed manganese violet over her features. She grasped her bedsheets and shut het eyes. A thick, hot cock was ramming into her and she could only groan. Luna had never enjoyed a prick quite like this.

She'd never had the pleasure of orgasming several times in succession. She bit her bed sheet and yelped about her next, desperate release. Her mane was held from the very top of her scalp. Luna was being stretched apart by slick, breaching claps that hit her cervix apart. Rather, she was in her womb. The futa stretching her lips apart was so swollen and distended, she could feel her heartbeat through her cock.

"A-aaaoohshit...! Aaaoh...! Yes-! Yes-!" Luna whimpered, gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes.

Tears slid down her face from wild, shakey release. Princess Luna locked up and convulsed in her wings. A series of hard, rocking shocks struck her body and she arched her back uncontrollably. The warmth of seed squirting into her only completed her. Rich, hot cream stained her walls with squirts. Luna started to wet herself.

"A-aaah... Why did you make it so hard... Why didn't you stop after I came?"

The princess melted and kissed the hand that stroked her cheek. She licked her index and suckled on her nameless dominant. Whoever she was, she could never remember, that human girl was the best she'd had in decades. It was so lovely she'd fallen asleep inside her dream. And the last few moments of dream sleep wet her lips with human tongue. Every stroke, to every flicker and every rub of mouth muscle tingled her crotch.

A breathy gasp shocked her awake. Luna had been stricken somewhere deep inside. They were awake because her body had vivid transcriptions of her dreams. It all felt so real. That girl, that human with the impossible extra, she'd forced her back to the real world.

Had it really been that easy to please her. Was Luna enjoying it because of her, she pondered, or was it her own depravity from the seclusion. Luna wanted to fall back asleep. She never wanted to wake up during her exciting and painless dreams. Every session they had, her and the humanoid lover, it brought her back earlier than intended. The princess stepped away from her sleeping spot and rested on the balcony.

Many times, she'd fallen asleep standing near her bed rather than on it. Something felt off about laying down with her legs folded. It just felt more tiring than refreshing. Luna's habits had helped her recover.

Though, in the end, after all was said and done, she realized it was too late for wishful thinking. Luna had sustained a miraculous amount of damage. Jumping off the tower had broken every bone in her legs. It was only by the miracle of exoskeletal technology that she could stand. Everything else was functioning just fine. Her internals were doing fairly well because of... Celestia.

The princess glanced down and about the overlook. Even then, in that wretched place, in that wretched state of being, she enjoyed the scenery. It truly was beautiful, to recall the ancient maples and oaks mingling about Canterlot grounds, or the wide and frozen snowcapped mountains looming just beneath the tower.

In truth, she'd missed the haunting grounds of new Equestria. It'd been aged for quite sometime now. And even though she realized Celestia must've been the one tending the gardens and the many other botanical exhibits... where was she among their castle. Where in their palace did she roam, because the night's grew longer and all the stars in the sky were thousands of times duller without Her. Without Celestia, the world was dark. And so was her heart.

"Sister..." Luna whimpered.

"Where hath thee gone...?"

She stumbled about on rigid and machine-kept legs, eyeing the front door. She wished to leave her room. But the door was locked in countless ways. Many padlocks, chains and even barbed wire had been wrapped about it. The knob was tightly wound in said wire. And the peephole was the only accessible orifice of it, right beside the food tray slit. Weeks ago, she'd noted the modification and all it's sophistication. Somepony before the outbreak would've been the culprit.

So who, Luna hushed, blind to the answer, would have trapped her so.

The room was still. Twas the stillest she'd ever felt in all her years. And the guilty culprit was her dreams. In her dreams, she was free to walk. She was free to love and rut her brains out. But those were dreams. She could've withered and suffered an agonizing death whenever the pain had grown too deep for REM sleep. Or, she could live the rest of her says facing the walls, alone in every possible future. There was no way to reach Canterlot without the train, manual hiking, or some other such travel by flight. Canterlot was a secluded city with very few natural access points.

In short, she was all alone. Forever.

And no one would come to rescue her. For all the months she'd been left alone, Celestia's presence was just a pipe dream. Luna knew she was gone. In some way, she was gone. The only comfort she had left was that human girl from her rosey dreams. Soon, she gathered, she would sleep. She would lie away from that specious void of a world and lie her soul to keep. Luna opened her study and scrounged through it to find her sleeping pills. Medication was never something she personally relied on. But it didn't hurt to be paranoid.

The exhausted princess would soon slump over, standing idly on her rigid, metal-laden legs. Soon, the peace of dreamland found her.

Curiously, she'd arrived in a hot spring. The warmth guided her nerves to rest, her new legs the most elated to find solace. Luna wanted to melt into the water. She desparately wanted to continue living in her paradise. But the pain, the overwhelmimg chance of one day waking up and starving to death, ate away at her. L

There was no suffering like someone's body clawing away at their gastric sack. There was nothing like being scraped away by invisible knives from the inside out, to be splayed apart as all the nerves in your body became hypersensitive and those very same knives stabbed into your ribs, scraping the flesh away right off the bone with serrated edges.

The princess shielded herself. She obscured everything, from the lips of her cunt, to the puckered state of her rectal cavity. Luna shielded herself from the mare sitting beside her, Nightmare Moon. Nightmare Moon didn't seem surprised to see her. Instead, her features were tight and sour. Much like her privates. The grandiose nature of her armor was nowhere to be seen, because for once, she was naked. Her sharp and somewhat painful helm was replaced with a cute bowtie. And her curiass, along with her slim and bladed saddle, was replaced with a dark, leather saddle which strapped over her chest.

"Quite tacky, if I do say so myself." The mare said, scrubbing along Luna's back, which made her ease up.

"Tis quite tacky indeed..." Muttered Luna, leaning wordless againsy the walls of the spring, which were rocky and laced with crystalline structures.

"I never meant for you to die, you know... I never meant to murder you. It was the tantabus..."

Before Luna could start a malestrom of insults and anger, she turned back to see her. Nightmare Moon was shedding tears. And the thousand years she'd spent brooding away had finally come to a close. In some, strange way, she took pity on her. Who knew what vile peril and agony she had to go through to become equine. What pain did Nightmare Moon finally witness to shatter her apathy, her ancient and now-dissolved sociopathy.

"I..." Nightmare wobbled.

"I was so... lonely all these years. And even though I did all the tantabus asked for, all the atrocities I did for it meant nothing. It left me behind like all the others. And you are the only one left. You and that one girl..."

She didn't forgive her. But... she did understand the crushing realization of betrayal. So she nuzzled her close and pressed their chests together. Princess Luna. That was what everypony used to call her. She was the royal sister everypony referred to when proudly teaching regal behavior. But in the end, Luna herself never believed that. She always thought of Celestia as the princess. Celestia was the kind and merciful one. She was so merciful, not even Nightmare Moon had been beheaded for their treason.

"It's okay... You're safe now." Luna whispered, kissing her scalp.

"I won't let anyone hurt you."

A robed, pleasant figure strolled out of the bathhouse. And though, at first, Luna had trouble seeing who it was, she recognized the serene peace of her smile. Twas her mate. Twas the only one she had left in the world. Her hair was pink. Bubblegum pink, and it barely reached beyond her shoulders, but even then, there was nothing like it. Her eyes had always been shadowed for some, odd reason. But deep down, Luna knew they were a glacial blue, oceanic diamonds just barely darkened from the sapphire clusters it'd been conceived by.

"... It's... It's you. You're real...?" Luna whispered.

"Hai... Satou is real. And I'm here to enjoy you." The human murmured, grinning softly to reveal her fangs.

And the many bandages that wrapped her body were visible as she slid her kimono off to join them.