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.
Hyper Love Surprise: Minuit Douleur
"Your name... please tell me your name." Luna hushed, tensing when her lover bit her and crossing her hindlegs when she heard Nightmare Moon being touched, too.
"Satou... Satou Sato." Her mate answered, licking and slurping the holes she'd left in Luna's neck.
Twas unfortunate, but Sato was perfect for her. Everything about her, from the vibrance of her mane, to the gemeotries of her jawline, down to how thick her hips and the thing between her legs was. If not through personality, if not through her firm yet gentle nature, she enjoyed her intimacy. Satou kissed her neck and spread her nethers.
A dry, abrupt gasp forced it's way out. The princess had lost control of her wings and they were fluttering about in random spasms. Satou had bent her over the spring and gripped her wing bases for leverage. A warm, gushing splat spread her insides apart. Luna's eyes widened as her cervical region was battered open. Again and again, her deepest parts were licked apart by rock hard muscle. It was pure muscle breaching her body.
"N-no, aaaoooh- you're too big for that-!" Luna groaned, her hindlegs buckling and twitching.
"Nnnh~ Yeah, right. You've had bigger..." Satou cooed, thumping her womb open in wide, deep strikes, each one shocking her voluptuous ass.
The shake and trauma of being imprinted that deeply made her insides tingle. Luna was never easy to please. She tried to resist the urge to flip over and expose herself, to watch her eyes and lose herself. Her ears had sunken backward. And all her brainpower came to collapse. Luna was being handled and she loved it. It wasn't long before Luna's waist was used to yank her down. Grotesque, obnoxious noise filled her ears. Her own body was so narrow and so wanton, even her lungs started clenching.
"S-sato... I can't breathe."
In an instant, her hips were free. And then, they twitched. Her hips were jerking because Satou had only stopped yanking her down. Penetration was still piercing her perception. Luna's marehood was still being pounded. But this time, Satou's hips were doing all the work. The image of her humanoid dominant jumping her ass back and forth with only her hips made her cream. There was something mind blowing about the raw power her back must've boasted, to shove her forward as if a child, as if a teenager during their first.
"Sato... I...! Aaaaoh-! Aaaohfuck...!"
A hot splash of marecum sprayed away. And she bit her lip from how good it felt to cum around her cock. Sato's thickness was barely a prick or a cock. It'd be called 'perfection' if Luna ever had a name for it. She glanced back and over her shoulder, barely conscious and barely capable.
"Aaaaah... I wish I could do this forever." Luna whimpered, at first grinning, but then sobbing.
"Luna...? Luna, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
She wiped her eyes and stroked her cheek. And the last of her tears spilled freely. It was easy holding them in all those years before. It was easy hiding herself from her family, from the abusive and hurtful, but never the compassionate. It was awe and loathing that loosed her tears. So she clung to her: her sweetest lie.
"Y-you know I-I would n-never hurt you..." Luna stuttered, gripping her back and siezing in harsh, choking sobs.
"I don't w-want this... but I-I-I can't dream anymore. Wh-what if I die... What if one day I wake up and I can't move b-b-but the pain keeps me awake. What if I die that way...?!"
"Satou..."
"Satou, don't hate me- Please-"
She tried to struggle as she was kissed. But all she managed was taking in her scent. Vivid fragrance of cherry blossoms and coconut icecream cake jolted her muzzle awake. They locked lips and lapped about in wide, rapid motions. Luna had closed her eyes to feel her. And she never looked back, even as her slit was split apart by meat. The princess could barely believe that Nightmare Moon had mounted her amidst their makeout session. But she didn't struggle, either. It felt... right.
"Aaaaaahaa... Satou. She's taking me. Are you really okay with this?" She whispered, groaning and hugging her mate.
"No. But she's just you, isn't she?" Her mate replied, sticking herself in Luna's mouth.
A warm, gushing tension built inside her. The princess was being spitroasted by two of the hottest people she'd ever come across. Satou for her ability to be sweet and dominant, Nightmare Moon for the fact that she was Luna's closest friend and closest enemy. The air stuck to her and her coat reeked of gooey, protein-laced discharge.
She hated admitting it, but she enjoyed force. Satou was just barely tolerant enough to let another mare take her womb. And it showed how pleasurable her guilty tryst was. Her lips were soaking wet for both of them. Luna had never been relaxed enough to enjoy group sex.
Yet, all her tension was mounting. Nightmare Moon had taken to moaning and growling, slamming her button over and over to inseminate her already-taken womb. Equine members reached much farther than human ones. And the ring was a special insurance that, if deeper than halfway down, the mounted would stretch impossibly. Nightmare Moon was stretching against her, forcing that ephemeral barrier just barely inside.
"Aaaaooohmmm... aaa-aaaahmmm..." Luna groaned, muffled by one, thick prick that forced her to drool.
Luna's hips were clasped against her mound. Nightmare Moon held her down and came inside her right in front of Satou. They finished together and came load after load of hot, steaming finish. Luna's cheeks were bathed in red. Though it felt amazing to be someone else's cumsponge, someone else's at all, a piece of Luna broke inside.
Had she not betrayed her mate, the only one to comfort her for month after month. A maddening gravity had burst her skull open. Crawling insects scuttled beneath her skin, inside her, all around her as she shook her head and barked 'that never... that never happened...!'
An airy, almost delighted chuckle struck her ears. They went from skyward to drooping as she muffled her lips. Satou had taken her in to embrace her. Nightmare Moon was gone. And somehow... Princess Luna felt herself again.
"Why... I enjoyed someone else... I let you down by making you my second priority."
"Because... As much as I don't like it, you don't want singular relationships, do you. You listen to your body more than your heart. And I can't change that myself. You have to want me more than sex."
She was right. Luna was still infected. Depression coursed about her veins in violent entries and exits. Her darkness had never gone away, it'd merely receded deep within her. The act of coitus she'd just agreed to was coming to terms with it. Luna couldn't speak. She couldn't move her lips to talk. Not anymore. The truth loomed over her in titanic floating cliffs and castles that threatened to collapse on windy weekends.
They were creaking and crumbling at the bases with groaning metals and sedimentary precipices erroded by tears.
"Satou... I need you to come to Canterlot. I need you to be real. Be real for me... and come to my castle."
"Come to me... and kiss me when you're here. Wake me up one more time and have your way with me. I want you to be my last."
"I want you to love me..." Luna sobbed.
"and take my life after you're done."
Sato licked her lips and took her in a missionary position. Her princess of the night could only gasp between tears. So they had their romp one last time for that night. They were engulfed in one another. And though it pained her to feel so many piecemeal affections, Satou agreed. Satou would pound her in hectic, powerful motions. And unable to break gaze, Luna was enamored in the act of bondage. Satou's hands were constricting her airway. Nothing in all their sessions could prepare her for how right that felt. Luna was never one for harmful sex...
"Who do you belong to...?" Hushed her Sato, ramming and mashing her intestines.
Luna couldn't breathe. Worse than that, she could barely articulate her motor functions. Impending blackouts kept her pocket narrow. Her Satou closed their eyes and took to grinning. Twas a wolfish grin. A predatory grin. Her fangs were clearer than ever as her lips turned crookedly to the right. Oozing out her pucker, Princess Luna had tears in her eyes. It should've felt wrong. Sato loosened her grip and leaned in for sweeping, throttling hilts. The instant attraction forced her insides to suck her off.
"Sato... I can't-"
Her hindlegs started bucking in-place. Satou pressed Luna's hindlegs against her own shoulders. Between her thighs, everything felt numb and sticky. A pleasant heat flattened her gut. Despite being barely awake, she could still articulate how swollen her mate was. A thick, thumping rhythm bludgeoned her legs slack. Before long her wolfish mate had trouble stretching her hindlegs forward. They were too limp. Too weak from withering thrusts. A great heat bloated just beneath her stomach.
"A-aaaaaoh... Aaaoh..."
"You're too quiet. Are you telling me you enjoyed her more than me...?" Satou cursed, bucking her pucker and forcing her cheeks apart.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Sato kissed her insides and tingled with bile. Her stomach, one of the deepest parts of her body, the core of her soiled passage, was glazed with cum. And all that cum, all the cream sticking inside her was Satou's.
"No-! I-! I love you! You're my best-!'
"Hnhn... Good girl..."
A series of patient, booming claps jolted her legs awake. Poor Princess Luna had watery eyes. They obscured her peripheral with grey noise. It didn't help her eyelids were anchored down. The last thing she saw was Sato, her sweetest lie. Her features, to her, were bursting with something... peaceful. Was it sarisfaction. Or acceptance.
She thrashed weakly, mindless and dazed from countless, stolen orgasms. That was all she could manage. She couldn't take anymore. It actually stung to take her cock. Her lovely stamped her intestines full. The explosive kiss of white batter kept her drooling. It kept her engrossed in Sato.
"I... I love you... I'm sorry I-I-"
"Shhh... I love you too. Even if... you'll never be mine, I'd rather love you than hate you. When I sleep and I'm tired of everything else, I dream of you."
A painful breath shook her body awake. If she could vomit, if she could expel her body for all the filth she was, she would. Their eyes were open, but blind to beauty. And she realized what she'd done. Satou had seen her melt when someone else took her away. An itching sting shut her eyes closed. Luna could barely breathe.
'I dream of you.'
"Sato I-I..."
"What have I done...?"
