The Night Shift

Chapter 3.

You are awakened by the smell of what seems like fresh lavender the next morning, and the splashing of water. You realize you forgot to clean yourself up last night, and now the sheets are soaked. Nothing to worry about, a quick wash will get them nice and clean, back to new. You, once again, hear water splashing in the bathroom adjacent from you. You approach the bathroom, peeking in slowly through the crack in the door. The smell of lavender is coming from the bathtub. You hear singing, and you can make out an overall figure of someone in the tub. Believing it is your mate, you leave her to her bath, and you decide you can wait to have the next one. You decide to lie back on the bed in wait for your princess to evacuate the bathroom, and after a while of waiting, you start to sense yourself dozing back off. You climb under the covers and close your eyes. Soon after, you hear the door creak open, you’re just about to get up, when out of the corner of your eye, you see something that you didn’t expect. A white hoof is protruding from the doorway… the mistress in the bathroom is not Luna, but her sister, Celestia. You’re now sitting up in the bed, staring at the hoof visible from the doorway, and immediately squirm under the covers in an attempt to hide yourself. Under the covers, you feel a type of cloth that is different from the rest of the bed. You tilt your head back in attempt to see what the cloth is.

“The Royal Princess Celestia’s Bedding.”

Words cannot simply express the remorse and regret for your actions you have committed on this bed, you’re in the most protected part of all Equestria, and you have made love on the Princess of the sun’s bed. With regrets rushing through your head, you slowly start to lean back up, without realizing it, and before you know it…

“G-guards! GUARDS! Come here immediately, we have an intruder in the royal quarters!”

Your pupils dilate, you start to quake as you hear the clip clop of what seems of hundreds of hooves approaching the doorway. You can’t see out of the sheet. You’re sitting there, waiting to be uncovered and whisked away to the dungeon, or to be banished to the Everfree Forest.

“I’ll take this one, sister.”

Ah, a familiar voice! Your princess, your lover, coming to rescue you. You immediately remove the covers, and attempt to approach her. She slaps you with her hoof, forcing you to the ground.

“How DARE thy invade the royal quarters! This area is off limits even to the most PRESTIGOUS of ponies! You had better not let us see you coming around these parts again, or so help us we will banish you to the Everfree Forest, where scum like you belongs!”

You are confused beyond comprehension of the consequences of your actions. She grasps you with her magic, and flies out of the tower with you in tow. You have no clue where she is taking you, what is going on, or if you even WANT to know what is going on. After what seemed like and endless flight, you are outside of the castle grounds. Princess Luna lowers you to the ground, and proceeds to walk back into the castle. Your clothes are lying on the floor beside you, and you’re concealed by bushes everywhere. You quickly put on your basic undergarments and rush toward her, but are stopped by the guards. As you are whisked away from the vicinity of the castle, you see your princess look back, mutter a few words, and then proceed into the castle. You could not make out the words that she said, and struggle to break free from the guards, but to no avail.

You eventually return home. You live out in the middle of the countryside of Canterlot, no neighbors, nobody for about a mile. It is a simple house, two stories, the usual house for a pony and his mare, the only problem is, you don’t have one. When you return, you slouch on your couch and contemplate your next actions until night comes along. For the rest of that night, you attempt to recall the words she had spoken, she was too far away to hear, but her mouth movements stuck in your mind. As you are trying to figure out what she had spoken, you suddenly get the feeling that you’re being… watched. You check your clock, it is the normal time that the princess usually makes her rounds around the town. You watch the sky for hours, yet you see no sign of your lover. It has become apparent that that moment was only a spurious one, never to be replicated, and never to be discussed again. You will never feel the warmth of her tight inner muscles contracting around every inch of your shaft, that is all over now. Although, thinking about it, you notice yourself becoming erect, and decide to head up the stairs into bed to see if you can relieve some more of your “frustration.”

“We have been waiting ever so patiently for you. It is not nice to keep a Princess waiting.”

You wonder if your eyes deceive you, but alas, they do not. What lies before you is a pantiless Luna, laying on your bed, watching your every move.

“We are so sorry for excusing you from the castle in such a demeaning manner, you see, if our sister were to be informed of our actions, she would sure banish us to the moon once again. We cannot let that happen, we were so stupid to bring you into the castle, let alone perform the actions we did on her bed! We’re such a dimwit, what were we thin-“

At this point, you could care less of what she did or what she had said, you can take it no more. You put your hand over her soft muzzle, ending her sentence. You begin to rub the side of her muzzle, staring into her glistening eyes that shone as bright as the moon itself. You lay her down, without breaking eye contact with her. You begin to passionately press your lips against hers, and before you know it, you two are making out in your bed, caressing each other ever so gently; clinching each other as if it was your last action, you savor the taste of each other as long as possible. You begin to kiss lower and lower, eventually reaching down to her belly. You give her a quick motorboat to her soft coat, and she emits a hearty laugh, broken in between deep breaths. You can tell she has never received that before just based on her action. You slowly make your way down to her labia, at this moment, her face is completely red. Just as before, she is soaking wet, and there is quite the amount of heat emanating from her lips. You look up at her, daring to proceed once again…

“We now have all the time that is required, you may proceed with this foreplay, or you may make your entry immediately. We are leaving this decision up to you.”

You did not believe you would have this experience again, therefore, you decide to drag it out as long as possible. You insert the tip of your finger into her tight, wet mess. She lets out a small yip as she feels her vaginal walls being pressed against by your finger. You slowly start to massage her from the inside, inserting your finger deeper every now and then. You eventually fit two fingers in, and pick up the pace. She is barely capable of keeping her body still, she is steadily moaning at the top of her lungs at your excellent handiwork, and you realize this, while slowly reducing the pace. She raises her eyebrow as you come to almost a complete stop. Then, without warning, you remove your finger, and place your lips against hers. Her eyes roll back into her head as you slowly massage her inner walls with your slick tongue. You look up, and notice her head is tilted back, and shifts sides the deeper you go, she is enjoying this quite well. You decide to liven things up a bit; you proceed to give her the same treatment you did to her soft coat earlier, rapidly flapping your lips unto hers. This greatly excites her; she lets out a dull moan, and arches her back in ecstacy.

“Oh! A m-most wonderful tactic! P-please, proceed executing that action! We do enjoy it quite much!”

Obeying your princess, you pick up the pace once again, throwing her pelvis into a raunchy tantrum of pure excitement. She can no longer hold it in, she wraps her legs around your head, practically suffocating you, but you refrain from resisting, and gyrate your lips as fast as possible. A torrent of liquids flows through her walls and explode from out of her lips, and with your motor still going, you splash them everywhere, all over you, all over her, making a mess of everything… you could care less, you’re enjoying too much to worry about the repercussions. You head a deep exhale from your Princess as her back straightens and head rests on the pillows. She slowly removes her legs from your head, leaving you gasping for air. This startles her.

“Oh, art thou okay? We’re terribly sorry for our actions, we simply could not contain oursel-“

She notices how stiff you are, at this point, and slowly inches her way down the bed to it.

“We seem to have neglected this poor fellow during our lengthy session, maybe we can change that…”

She sticks out her tongue and passionately encompasses your glans, ever so gently making her way down your shaft. She repeats this action for a few minutes, knowing how much it pleases you. Without warning, she suddenly picks up the pace. Her muzzle is slamming against the base of your cock at an alarming rate, you can hear her gagging occasionally on your head, but she doesn’t mind. At this time, all she can care about is pleasing you, which is more than enough of a thought to set you over the edge. Without warning, you explode inside of her mouth, you grasp the back of her head as you forcefully thrust your pelvis upwards into her throat, as she joyfully swallows every last drop of your fluids. Exhausted, you lay back on the bed, and apologize for being so rough.

“Rough? You call that rough? You have not SEEN rough… unfortunately, we’ll have to wait to show you our true meaning of rough until the next time you’re capable of producing once again.” She says, as she quietly rolls over on the bed and lays on her side, facing away from you.

At that moment, you don’t care how exhausted you are, those words alone make you rock hard once again, ready for anything she can throw at you. You begin to make your way over to where she lay on your bed, as she picks her head slightly upward to attempt to see what you are doing from the corner of her eye. At that moment, you separate the cheeks of her flank and slip your member in-between them, rubbing both the lips of her soaked vagina and her anus with your meat.

“Oh, forgive us, we seem to forget how… versatile… you can be. If you’re up for another round, then let us show you the meaning of ROUGH!”

At this point, she rolls over on top of you and kneels overtop your stomach, inching her way down to your ever-awaiting member. She rubs her flank against it, teasing it, basking in every degree of combined heat between you two. She raises her end, mounts your glans, and with a swift smack plunges every inch of your cock into the depths of her cervix. She has to bite her lip to stop herself from emitting a sharp moan. She begins to slowly inch your member out of her vagina, only to slam it down to your base once again. Eventually, she becomes used to the feeling, and speeds up the process. You have both hands on both sides of her flank, and you are moving in perfect sync, raising your pelvis when she is slamming down, and withdrawing it when she does. This goes on for quite some time, with the occasional moan from your loving partner. The moaning only makes you want to go faster. You start forcing her rump down with your hands as you thrust your pelvis, to go as deep as you possibly can, filling her cervix with every inch of your cock. The moaning begins to intensify between thrusts, and in between her erratic breathing pattern. You are overloading her pleasure centers, her face is flushed red, and the amount of fluid she is producing is phenomenal. You begin to thrust harder, occasionally slapping her flank as you thrust, to much delight of your partner. You can tell that she cannot take much more of this, you can tell by her rough squirming every time your genitalia contact. She is about to blow, and so are you. With one final thrust, you slam your cock in deeper regions than it has ever been before. Your mate lets out a long, sharp yelp as you fill her with your seed. Her vaginal convulsions intensify, emitting a large gush of fluids to seep out from your contact point. You both then lay there, panting in exhaustion, too tired to even move… but you manage to shift your head towards the door, and what you see horrifies you beyond comprehension.

“So… THIS is what you have been doing instead of your nightly rounds. I had expected better of you…”