The Night Shift

Author’s Note/Preface:

(In this world, humans and ponies live in harmony together. If only the real world was like this…)

You have recently moved to Canterlot, in search of something big, in search of something different, in search of something… better… and what you find is the least of your expectations.

*I take no interest in clopfics, but I do enjoy standard erotica, so I figured I would combine two things I enjoy and have the end result hopefully be satisfactory. While it may not be to me, it may be to you. This is my first time ever writing any sort of thing like this, so any constructive criticism is not only encouraged, but greatly appreciated. Thank you.*

Chapter 1

The night... feared by many, embraced by few. Among those few brave souls is one of the princesses of Equestria herself, Princess Luna. Valiantly controlling the night with an iron fist, she roams the night sky, making her nightly rounds around her new home, Canterlot. After her return from the moon and making amends with her sister, she decides to become the patrol of the night, it’s the least she can do to make up for her actions. This protector of the night sky is not only a being of power, but a being that has been the center of seduction for most ponies undergoing her nightly gaze. She has had the pleasure of knowing her royal subjects enjoy her protection. But it seems that some ponies enjoy the view a little... TOO much.

It was a silent night, the occasional mouse skidding from street to street, collecting scraps for itself. Not a stir in the flow of the night, but it wouldn't stay like this for long. Before you knew it happened, the streets were filled with the clip clop of many stallions' hooves as they dashed down alleyways and streets, all hurdling toward one common objective... you. Someone that happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, you fucked up. BADLY. You shouldn't have been looking at that mare down the table from you, you didn't know she was married, but that didn't occur to you while you were wrapping your lips around hers. That doesn't matter now, what matters is you get the hell out of there... but it seems hopeless. Your sexual desires have driven you to the point of certain annihilation, and now you're going to have to pay for it. You cease your running, and the enemy colts encircle you, trapping you. You have nowhere to run, you're screwed. As a last resort, you close your eyes, hoping that they would just go away, go away and never come back... and soon enough, the sound of their hooves seem more distant than they were previously, until you realize, they're not running after you anymore, they're running away from you. You lower your limbs from your eyes slowly, still disoriented from the amount of tears you had shed. You see a purple silhouette engulfing the space in front of you, and as you clear your eyes, you realize you're sitting face- to-flank with the one and only, Princess Luna.

"AWAY WITH YOU, DEVIANTS OF THE NIGHT! LET YOUR SPITEFUL ACTIONS CEASE PERMANENTLY!" the royal Canterlot voice bellows.

She stamps her hooves to the ground as an attempt to break up the pack, and it was a success, they all scurry off in their own direction, fearing the might of the young princess. She has not realized that she is giving you a golden view of her “womanlihood” yet, and knowing that, you feel your pants start to get tighter and tighter, until you can barely contain yourself. You have been watching this mistress patrol the skies for quite some time now, and have been enjoying the view a bit too much. You have had fantasies of making love to this beautiful embodiment of pure desire, and you're pretty sure she has seen you "express" your fantasies before. You start to blush and look away as she swiftly turns her body in realization of what she had been showing you.

"Oh my goodness, we are terribly sorry for the rude imagery we have provided you, you are obviously not of the mindset to be viewing such a display. Have we shocked you, art thou oka-"

She stops mid-sentence and recognizes the bulge in your pants, the fact that she is staring right at your “manlihood” is making it more erect by the second. The mare of your dreams, right in front of you, staring at your ever-tightening pants... it seems almost unbearable. You're about to explode, not a word has been spoken for several moments, you feel the tension build up, you're not sure how much longer you can contain yourself...

"Oh, it is... you. We have noticed you from our nightly rounds. It seems you have been enjoying our protection that we have provided. Tell me... how much do you enjoy my protection?"

Your heart is racing; she's speaking, to YOU. Your face turns a rosy shade of bright red, you start to squirm on the cold, hard ground you're lying on, you attempt to sit up to try and hide your bulge, but it only makes it seem larger. Eventually, you're able to muster up enough courage to express your thoughts of her protection. You get so caught up in the moment, that you do not realize what you're saying. Talking to a Princess you have been dreaming of making love to... it's like a dream come true. When you come back to your senses, you realize the last words to come out of your mouth were, "your warm, juicy lips." You suddenly freeze in place, it's all over, she knows about it now. Everything you've imagined is now being processed by her mind, she knows what you think of her, she knows what you dream of doing to her...

"We seem to observe you've taken this experience as quite a traumatic one... It looks like you need a nice, warm bath to sooth thy nerves. Come hither, we do recall our sister is out with one of her coltfriends for the night, so we have the castle alone to ourselves. When we return there, we would appreciate you inform us on how you were involved in this... incident."

You arrive at the castle to realize that a bath has already been prepared, for what the reason behind it is, you remain mystified. You inform the Princess that your body can only handle a certain temperature, and taking a bath in anything other than that temperature would make you extremely uncomfortable. As if you had not even said anything, she uses her magic to plop you in the tub, splashing water everywhere, including all over her. Her mane is now soaking wet, slowly dripping onto the floor, and making quite the mess.

"Oh my, we do not know what has come over ourselves, it was quite rude of us to whisk you in the tub as we did, for now we are dripping wet. Oh well, we required a nice rinse, anyways. We take it the temperature is to your liking?"

You're too busy trying to hide your hardening member to even care about the temperature, so you just reply with a simple nod.

"Good. Now, please tell us how you happened to come across that gang of hooligans. Don't be afraid to go into detail, we are grown ponies, and can take anything you throw at us."

You inform her of the reasoning behind the chase. You were out attempting to socialize to find a mate, due to your pent-up sexual frustrations. You told her how much you fantasized about having sex with the loveliest mare you could find, but you did not lead on that it was her you were interested in. When you arrived at the bar, you pulled up a chair and bought a round of something small to calm your nerves after an unsuccessful night of mare-hunting. You notice one particular mare down the bar from you, looking you over, and giggling occasionally. You attempt to approach her, and sit down next to her. You start small talk, and realize you have many things in common. After a while of talking, you realize that you're suddenly becoming erect, something you have a problem controlling when it happens. It becomes quite obvious to your party that you are aroused by your shuffling in your seat. She leans over to you to see what exactly is going on down there, and you decide to look away. Your face is suddenly grasped by two soft hooves, as she slams her lips onto yours, kissing you ever so passionately. She climbs onto your seat, and proceeds to make out with you, occasionally rubbing herself on the bulge in your pants. Your pants become soaked from grinding her wetness onto your pants. You suddenly realize that everything is quiet... too quiet. You remove your face from her lips and look around; the once-empty bar is now filled with multiple colts, all looking at you. In the corner of your eye, you see something hurdling towards you, you duck in the right time, as a bottle hits a pole above your head and shatters into millions of tiny particles. At that cue, you drop your mare to the ground, and proceed to flee the bar.

"We see... it is apparent to us that you have quite the... sexual desire… You got yourself into that mess; we should not have rescued you in the first place. We should have let those ruffians teach you a lesson. But, we digress, we must help all creatures of the night, big or small, it is our sworn duty. You just try to relax and clean up now, I shall provide a bedspread for you to sleep on, and I will have a little word with your... 'friends' tomorrow."

She leaves the bathroom, and closes the door behind her, leaving nothing but you, soaking wet with a raging hard-on, and some towels to dry off on.

You eventually exit the bathroom wrapped in a towel to a dark bedroom chamber, you can see a figure off in the distance, but it is too dark to see what it is, so you attempt to approach it. The lights flick on, and you cannot believe what is gazing before you. What lay in your gaze is one seductive Luna, wearing a frilly-laced black pair of panties, legs spread off of the side of the bed. You can see a substance dripping from the cloth onto the floor, she is soaking wet. She rears her head to you; you don't know what to say, when out of the blue...

"We have been planning this night for quite some time. We have seen you gaze above at us making our nightly rounds. We have observed the pleasure you acquire from the mere sight of us. We do not want you to feel unwelcome or undesired, what we request more than anything... is you. Those 1000 years of loneliness on the moon has made us long to relieve tension of our own for quite some time, and we can only satisfy ourselves so much... we need someone to satisfy us. We want you to take us, embrace us as your Princess, as well as your lover. We want to feel your seed spill onto us, a feeling we have been longing for for ages. P-please, do this, for us. Take me... it is the least we can repay you with for the pleasure you have gained from us.

You cannot believe what your ears perceive, and before you know it, she is lying on the bed face-down, full spread, soaking wet, rump raised in the air, lips convulsing through her panties. The words are echoing through your mind... "Take me...” "Take me..." you can no longer resist. You remove the towel, and join your Princess on the bed, abandoning all thought process. You slowly bring yourself to her position, contemplating how much you're going to enjoy the next following moments. You approach her backside, and place your hand around her flank, through her panties, you can tell she is emitting quite a lot of heat from her lips, and she is still dripping wet, making stains in the sheets. You take a look around her glorious rump and notice she is watching your every move, waiting for you to make your first entry, and bracing for what you're about to give her.

"Skip the foreplay, darling. We request you commence penetration immediately. It is not nice to keep a lady like us waiting, you know."

You spread the panties over the side of her glorious holes, the smell of her is astounding, she is ready for anything you can throw at her, and she's willing to do anything to get it. You spread her labia wide with two fingers, feeling the heat and wetness come off onto them ever so fluently, and rear up and prepare to insert your stiffening member into her tight and beckoning vagina. You take a deep breath, and take the full plunge in, grasping her hips with your hands and thrusting with all of your might. This topples her balance, and she is now lying her head on the pillow, clinching it to her muzzle to prevent herself from letting out an ear- shattering moan, with her ass-end reaming towards the heavens in ecstasy. You hear a sharp moan emit from the pillow, and with that, you start to slowly massage her cervix with your erect member, every inch of it feeling her insides, there is not much room to maneuver, she is the tightest you have ever experienced, contracting every inch of your slick shaft. You begin pumping it ever so slowly in and out of her glistening womanlihood, savoring every second. It is better than you had ever imagined, her face is flushed red, and she can barely keep her breathing up to tempo. She is enjoying this quite much, but not as much as you are. The overall fact that she is letting you fuck her out of the blue like that turns you on even more, and before you know it, you're forcing your slick cock in and out of her cervix with all of the speed and thrust you can muster from your hips. You feel like you might not be able to hold out much longer...

"W-wait! Don't!

She can sense you're close to your climax, and stops you before you get there.

"Let us turn around; we want to see the look on your face when you experience your... finish."

Without thinking, you flip her over almost instantly, releasing a slight giggle and moan from your company. You begin at the same pace you stopped at, to the surprise of her. She is now convulsing, herself, and knows her time is near, as well as yours. You feel your backside stiffening; your erect member is getting very hot very quickly...

"P-please leave it in. Fill us with your seed!"

With those last words, you both explode into glorious orgasm. Your shouts and moans pierce the heavens themself as a torrent of sperm and passion exerts from the contact point between you two, she is now overfilling with your sticky man-fluids, but you keep pumping more into her. All four of her legs are clinging around your back, grappling you as her orgasm forces her body into insane convulsions. And, as soon as it had started, it is now over. You are both lying there, soaking wet in each other's fluids, panting, gasping for air, and savoring every moment of what had just occurred. You look up to see the Princess, and she is staring right at you, giving you the most wondrous smile you could ever see.

"Oh... we are MOST satisfied with your performance! We had no clue one such as you could produce so many fluids! You ARE the one from my dreams, after all!"

...Wait... HER dreams?!