The Night Shift

Chapter 2.

“Your dreams?” the sudden inquiry just barely passes your lips due to your exasperated and exhausted heavy breathing.

“Oh my, it seems we must inform you now. Since our return to Canterlot, we have had nopony to comfort us at night, nopony to consult with, and nopony to engage in such… ravaging activities with. The only attempt at true intercourse we could perform was in our dreams, where one such as you would prove most wonderful at performing said activities. He would comfort us when we were alone, and provide… “relief” for us… whenever needed, without question. When we had first laid eyes on you in that alley, we knew t’was you, the one from our dreams. Your overall presence excited me more than a mare could imagine, which is why we treated you with the hospitality we did. We thought you were the one, and we were right all along…”

At that point in the story, your focus drifted off, and you found yourself staring at the glorious lips you had just penetrated and filled, oozing with copious amounts of liquid, gushing out onto the bed, from both you and your mate’s sex organs. Little did you know that the Princess was watching your gaze the entire time, and quickly recognized your shaft suddenly hardening again.

“…and that’s why we’re missing half of our guardsmen, they just couldn’t satisf- HEY! Art thou listening to our tale?”

You look up at her, and immediately utter a thousand apologies, hoping you can regain her trust, you honestly are a good listener, and don’t get sidetracked like that. She looks away from you, and starts to ignore you. With that, you fall flat on your back, hands covering your face in shame. You had upset the royal mistress after the great deed she had allowed you to perform. With all of those thoughts running through your head, you couldn’t possibly realize the weight of the bed shifting. You feel a sudden disturbance, a lock of hair brushing your legs. You feel something warm and slippery hit the back of your hand, then roll down your arm ever so gently. You remove your hands to find that the royal lips were staring you down, dripping wet once again. Her muzzle was rustling against your stiff shaft, teasing it occasionally with her tongue.

“A gallant such as yourself could not possibly pay attention to our stories with all of his pent-up sexual frustrations still intact. Relax while we… relieve… these said frustrations.”

Without warning, the Princess immediately engulfs the tip of your member in her muzzle, and starts massaging it with her tongue. The sudden jolt of excitement causes your pelvis to thrust, not by your control, and soon your entire shaft is down her throat.

“Oh, dost thou like it when we do this?”

She emits a cute laugh, and begins once again to slowly massage your stiff cock with her tongue, slowly withdrawing her mouth from your base and bringing it back down ever so gently. The feeling of this glorious action is driving you to insanity, and eventually, the pace picks up. She is now slamming your cock through her muzzle very rapidly, occasionally bumping her nose on the base of your pelvis. She could care less, she is enjoying this just as much as you are, you can tell by the amount of fluids she is producing from her hindquarters. You figure you ought to give her something to moan about, so, without warning, you grasp both sides of her flank with both hands, and smack your lips against hers. This sends a chill down her spine, causing her body to momentarily convulse; she arches her back away from your member, letting out a low growl, bathing in the amount of excitement she is receiving from your tongue. You proceed to massage her flank with your hands as you writhe your tongue inside of her moist and warm vagina. You can tell that she is close to the point of no return, and she is still arching her back, ignoring your awaiting member. With one fell swoop, you reach your hands down to her head, and thrust your pelvis towards her muzzle. She gags for a second, then remembers what she was doing before she was being pleasured, herself, blushes, and continues on with her work. You both steadily climb to your climaxes, every second feels like an hour, an hour you are enjoying to it’s full extent. You sense yourself unable to hold on any longer, and with all of your might, you begin to rapidly slam your pelvis as fast as possible against the Princesses muzzle while reaching your tongue into depths it had only dreamed of achieving. She lets out a low murmur as her muzzle fills with hot, sticky fluids, and can no longer restrain herself. With one last convulsion, you feel your tongue taste something immensely sweet, and moments later, your mouth is covered with her thick sweet reproductive juice. You are both gasping for air, your warm bodies pressed against each other, basking in each other’s presence, enjoying every moment of solitude you have together. After what seems like hours, she rolls off of you.

“We are most pleased with your performance on this most wonderful of nights. We hope you don’t have plans tomorrow, if you don’t mind, we would like to get better acquainted with our… soulmate.”

With that said, she removes the top covers of the bed, and inserts herself between the bed and the sheets, the only layer that isn’t soaked by the combination of semen and water, and, soon enough, she is fast asleep. Your mind is still boggled as to what had happened, how it happened, but you could care less. You join your soulmate in bed, you can tell you’re going to need a bit of rest for what awaits you tomorrow.