Chapters Chapter 1
I had the weirdest week. It all started last Friday, my parents had to go out of town again. My dad travels for business, he's a consultant for some big firm, and my mom travels for pleasure. Of course, it's more complicated than it sounds.
Dad had to go to Taiwan with his secretary, so my mom decided to go to Mexico for the week with Derek. He's our pool boy. This happens every summer, usually all summer long. Lately, Mom’s been spending more and more time away from home with Derek.
Now, I'm not an idiot, I know what’s actually going on. Derek is only five years older than me, but I try not to think about that. The fact is simply that my old mom is not shy about fucking around with a 22 year old and my dad takes long frequent trips with his 26 year old secretary.
My home life has been kind of a mess since we moved from Monaco to Quebec for "Tax reasons." It was really so my dad could be closer to his secretary. You know, to fuck her. That started about five years ago. I was twelve. My teenage years have been one long living hell. Each morning started with screaming and yelling between my parents, and devolved into cold smoldering anger by the evening. Eventually, it just became blasé indifference between them. Most of the time they tried not to be at home at all. All the while my sister and I went through the hardest parts of our lives alone.
My sister, Jenny, became angry, loud, and aggressive. Constantly fighting with my parents, me, her friends, and her school administration. She kept top grades though, and managed to get a scholarship out of here as soon as she hit 18. I wasn't so lucky or dedicated. I'm looking at graduating next year, maybe. I haven't decided yet if I’ll bother. I don't have any friends, and I'm not particularly good at anything. I can’t even play hockey. I've learned to keep quiet because I have an abrasive personality. People always bring out the worst in me.
I'm also scared about what I'm going to do. I can't go to college, and I don't really want to. I've never had a job. I've always just stayed at home and played video games or read books in my spare time. When I am at school, I'm nervous and don't talk. It’s difficult because people are stupid. It's really hard not to get angry at them. My "peers" have learned to not interact with me. So, I'm alone while I'm at school and at home.
School ended this year, and everybody else went to their summer job or traveled to see friends and family. I was left alone in a giant house, with nothing to do but play video games, watch TV, read books, and masturbate. It doesn't bother me anymore. Really, it's just like the last five years of my life.
I've been anxious about other things lately. Worried about the future, you know? I don't know what I'm going to do. So I try not to think about it. I try not to think about myself, my parents, my sister, anything like that at all. If I can help it, then I don't think about anything real. Instead, I think about games. I think about heroes and bad guys, monsters and minions, pretty girls and magic powers.
I even think about numbers. Odds, probabilities, anything that could influence the outcome of a game. I've devoted gigabytes of hard drive space to spreadsheets for my games. Even though I've never played a game of poker in my life, I can figure out the odds of winning a hand based solely on what cards I have. I'm not always the best at games, people still beat me when I play online, but I'm always in the top 10%.
I wasn't upset at all when they left me this year. I wanted to get good at a game I'd read about online, "Super Smash Brothers". Apparently they held tournaments in the local area. I'll admit it now, I think I might have been lonely. So I was trying to hone some skills to take to a tournament. I didn't plan on winning, but if I could make a showing, maybe I'd find some people I could at least get along with.
I've never played much in the way of multiplayer games that weren't online, so I wasn't sure how to practice. I knew I could set the difficulty up, and practice on the bots. There was a week to figure it out, so I wasn't worried. I'd already researched every character and their move sets; I knew the fastest one, the strongest one, the most successful one, and more. I'd also watched competitive play online. It looked intense, but not much different than any fighting game I'd ever tried before. I knew I'd be fine once I figured it all out.
So, there I was, in my boxers and all alone and settling in to my first match of Super Smash Brothers. I was completely focused on the game selecting a character when I heard the last thing I expected to hear—a feminine voice, "Might we partake as well?"
My heart skipped a beat. I was supposed to be alone. The house was locked, the alarm set, and the gate closed. I froze and tightly gripped my controller. Did I imagine that?
"Excuse us. We wish for thine attention." The voice was closer now, just over my shoulder.
If I had imagined it, I still was. I slowly craned my rigid neck around, looking for the intruder. What I saw caused me to drop the controller and fearfully scramble back. There was a monster in my room.
I couldn't tell if it was an alien, or something else. It was dark blue and looked fuzzy. It had a glowing blue mist clinging to its round head, a long neck and walked on all fours. It was slender, about the size of a Great Dane, seemingly built for speed, and was looking at me with large intelligent eyes. There was a faint smile on it, just under its pointed snout.
Of course I reacted rationally. "Stay Back! I'm... Warning... you?" I trailed off meekly, noticing a horn in it's forehead, poking out of the shimmering mist. My brain stopped and all I could think was, "Is this real?"
"And prithee, what is thine warning?" It curiously asked while cocking it's head.
I couldn't believe it. It was familiar only in that it was vaguely equine. There was only one thing in my vast repository of knowledge that it could be. I knew there were legends, but it could only be possible if the universe was mocking me. "Are you... A unicorn?" Unicorns were in some of the books I'd read about King Arthur. They were attracted to young maidens, more specifically in modern speak, virgins. I'd always assumed it was just an archaic patriarchal story to encourage young girls to stay chaste.
And yet there was a "ye olde timey" sounding unicorn standing nonchalantly in my room, asking to play video games. Was the universe fucking with me because I hadn't been fucked with enough already? It sounded like a female. I re-assigned some data for it in my head, and "it" became a "she" Why hadn't I heard about this before, on-line or something?
She squinted her teal eyes at me, confused and upset. "We... are more." Standing tall, she spread big dark blue wings, and the mist surrounding her head began to glow. I noticed she had glowing mist around the back too, like some sort of tail. She spoke loudly now, not screaming, but it felt like being in front of a giant sub woofer. "WE ARE ROYALTY. WE ARE AN ALICORN." Her brightly colored eyes darkened as her body began to glow. "WE ARE... LUNA."
Luna must have seen the terror on my face before I hid behind my arms and ducked my head. She was radiating darkness, if that was possible, and I felt a warm trickle down my leg. I was in abject fear for my life. I squeaked, unable to even scream.
A few dark and breathless seconds later, I heard a much quieter and angry voice. "Stupid! Stupid! Why are you still doing that? You know better!" Was she scolding herself? I peeked over my arms to see her back to her original amount of luminosity, and her wings tucked away. She looked ashamed I guessed. Her large expressive eyes were sad, and she wasn't looking directly at me. She had even sat down, resting her body directly on the floor.
I looked at her in confused fear as she glanced back and forth, meeting my gaze, and then flickering her eyes away. Eventually she timidly spoke. "We... I... Apologize. I am still re-learning to properly socialize. Much has been forgotten." And then she muttered. "Or perhaps never known."
So maybe she wasn't going to consume my soul? "It's... ahh... okay? Yeah. It's fine. Apology accepted!" I smiled unconvincingly.
She sadly sighed. "I had hoped that here there would be those who did not fear me. And yet, again I have given reason."
Guilty thoughts bubbled up in my head. She did look harmless enough right then, laying on the ground and meekly avoiding my gaze. I sighed too. "Okay." I let my faked smile drop. "Apology really accepted." I decided that whether or not she was going to kill me, I should give her a chance. "But what was that?"
She sighed again, this time just tired. "It's an old habit. When I'm nervous, I slip in to old Equestrian and get loud. My subjects find it just as discomforting as you." She began to pout.
Subjects? Was she some kind of leader? Teacher? I wasn't sure. And she said “Old Equestrian” like it was some kind of language. I was pretty sure that Equestrian was slang for horse riding or something. Until I figured things out, I just needed to keep her calm. "Yeah... It's very... uh... intimidating. In fact… uh... If you don't mind, my pants need to be changed."
She hung her head in shame. "I am sorry."
"Hey! It's okay!" I smiled at her. Her demure form was far less intimidating when she was laying down. "Could I... get a moment in private, to change though?"
"Of course. I shall be in the hallway." I watched as she got up, her misty tail drooped all the way to the ground, the sparkling in it had died out completely. I briefly considered that it might be tied to her mood. She walked or trotted, I wasn't sure, out the door as it opened and then closed itself for her.
Well that was new.
I unceremoniously threw my boxers into the laundry basket, quickly dried myself off, and put on some new boxers. This time I threw on a T-shirt and some pants as well. I considered leaving her out in the hallway. I figured that would be rude, and I doubted the door would hold her back if she got angry.
I mentally braced myself and called out, "Okay. You can come in if you want."
The door opened itself again and she walked through. When she was through, it closed itself again. Did the universe work for her? She looked me up and down and then frowned. "You did not need formal apparel. I'd not meant to inconvenience you."
I was confused. What did she mean by formal? Did she mean my T-shirt and jeans? "Uh.. It's okay. This isn't formal."
She continued to frown. "I'm quite serious. I was hoping this would be casual, no formalities. I'd like a break from formalities." She looked at me, her eyes begging. "Please."
I gulped. It would have been be hard to tell her no. "Well... Okay I guess. No formalities. But it isn't formal, it's just a T-shirt."
She looked sad again. "But I am not even wearing my regalia! Here I am, a guest in your domicile, and I am the less formal of us. Please. It feels as though you are attempting to pander to me."
Pandering? What the hell was she talking about? Changing out of my clothes would be pandering to her. I started to get frustrated. Fuck this. She was being stupid, and I've always had a hard time with that.
"Actually, no. Pandering to you would be doing what you want even though it's not what I want. So I'm actually not going to take off my clothes to make you feel more comfortable. Because you're right. This is my house, not yours. And I'm not pandering to you." I stepped towards her angrily and actually began to shout, "I want to wear clothes right now! If you don't like that, then you can just deal with it or piss off."
She looked startled, and then I panicked. What did I just do? A strange mythical creature was in my room, and I just demanded that it "Deal with it or piss off." I sighed and pressed my palm to my forehead. I'm such an idiot. I took a breath before I spoke again. "Sorry. I lose my temper sometimes."
The she surprised me. She laughed. "Apology accepted. What say you we do this over?"
"Sure." I'd do anything to make this less awkward.
"Hello. My name is Luna." She smiled warmly at me.
"Hi. I'm Ethan." I waved.
Luna stood happily, "Well, I think that went better."
"Yeah. I guess it did." So I found myself with a strange blue alicorn, whatever that was, in my room, and I still had no idea why. But at least it didn't look like she was going to hurt me.
"So... Can we play the game?" She seemed pretty excited, glancing at the forgotten Super Smash Brothers character select screen.
"I don't see why not." I uncoiled the other controller and plugged it in. Then I held it in front of her, and realized I was being stupid. She had no hands. I stood there awkwardly, trying to figure out how we were going to do this when I felt a tug on the controller.
"You may relinquish it. If I may?"
I let go of the controller and watched as it floated lazily over to just in front of her face. Huh. Telekinesis? That explained the door. I gulped and nervously walked over to my controller and sat down on my bed. She was staring intently at the character select screen, slowly roving through the selectable characters.
"Hmmm... I' will try... This one!" She picked Link.
I decided not to make the excitable telekinetic alicorn wait for me, and picked Kirby. He’d be good to train with since he was a bottom tier character in this version of the game. Her attention was completely on the screen, but I kept glancing over at her. I think I was still in shock. All of my thoughts were some variation of, "What the hell is going on?" I couldn't think about the game at all! Instead, I kept going over the last few minutes in my head over and over again.
She briefly snapped me out of it. "Which stage shall we play?"
I couldn't pay attention to it, so I let her decide. "How about you pick?" I watched her face as she concentrated. She didn't even glance at me. It was though she was completely absorbed into the game. She selected Hyrule Castle, and we jumped in.
I felt my controller vibrating and looked back at the screen to find the bots beating on me. My focus went back to the game, and I briefly forgot I was playing with a mythical being. It did not go well. We weren't very good at it, having never played before. The bots smoked us, ten knock outs to zero.
"We lost!" She seemed surprised.
"Well, yeah." I rolled my eyes, "We died the most. In fact, we died every time."
"How is this a fair game!?" She seemed angry, standing up and aggressively posing towards my TV.
"Hey, it's okay. I had it set to hard to teach me how to play. We can turn it down if you need it easier."
At that, she directed her attention to me. She glared at me. "We do not require it... Easier!" She huffed. "How dare thee fig us!"
I was confused. Fig? "What?"
"We..." She closed her eyes and took a breath. "I apologize..."
"It's fine... So not easier then?"
Her eyes briefly darkled, and she firmly stated, "No."
I shrugged, "Well, then I'm gonna keep trying this. You can play with me if you want, but we're going to lose a lot at first."
"I do not lose." She sounded angry, but more reserved as she refocused her attention at the character select screen.
Her ears twitched back flat against her head when I muttered under my breath. "Right..."
We selected the same characters and the same stage. This time she died faster, but I managed to stay alive much longer. I even got a K.O. in. She was fuming, so I began to ask her some questions in the hopes of defusing her.
"So, why did you come here?" I started with the easy one. I was hoping the answer wasn’t anything about eating my soul. Or, more embarrassingly, that she would re-affirm my concern about unicorns and virgins. Maybe alicorns were just girl unicorns who worked on opposite rules.
She calmed down as she spoke, "One of my fellow princesses came back from another dimension and brought a "pocket game." I had played a few from my country and enjoyed them very much. The thought of games from a new dimension enticed me. I then used a spell to locate more complex games in another dimension. The spell brought me here."
"Oh..." I died when she finished her explanation. So she was just using me for my video games then?
I guessed that was okay. It didn't hurt much anymore, but I still felt it when she said that. Everybody who ever hung out with me just put up with me for my stuff. I'm not very likeable. At least she was honest. And now I knew where to categorize her. Even if she was magic and telekinetic and an alicorn (whatever that was) she was still just like everybody else. Stupid.
We lost again, ten to one. She muttered something angrily, and I just ignored her and started the next match with the same settings.
This time I couldn't focus. I was slightly angry for some reason, and the bots got me quickly. I actually died first, and she managed to get two KOs before she died. I was bitter. "Whatever. You only got more because I got distracted."
She smiled arrogantly. "I got more because I'm a princess! Ha!" She leaned forward and squinted at me as she continued to tease me, "Jealous knave!"
What. A. Bitch.
She was going down. I was ready for it this time. I didn't even notice when we selected the level. That time, she died at one KO, and I got two before I went down. We lost again, but I smiled victoriously anyways. "Who got more this time? This guy! Who only got one?" I pointed to myself with both thumbs as I cheered myself on, and then gestured towards her with my hands open.
She glared angrily, her ears plastered back. "t's not...argh! Though art a cur!" She spit a little when she said cur, holding back her rage.
Rolling my eyes, I discounted her, "Whatever. Again!" I started the level while she was glaring at me.
This time we tied. Two to two. We quickly started the next match in silence, ready to go again. The next time, I got two and she got three. She shouted gleefully,"I win!"
I rolled my eyes in exasperation, "We lost. You just got lucky."
"Grumble on peasant. Your excruciation amuses me." She gloated at me.
"You are a bitch, you know that?" I started the level again.
"And you a coxcomb." She was focused on the television, her ears pointed forward as she played.
Time and time again we improved, getting one or two more KOs every few matches and throwing insults back and forth. I learned a bunch of new words, and I'm sure Luna learned a few as well. One word that we both knew well was, “fuck”. We threw it back and forth frequently.
Every once in a while I would manage to piss her off enough so that she would slip back into saying "'We's and 'Thee's" as I began to call it. I even got her to do the shouting thing once. My fear had all but disappeared. She was all bark and no bite as far as I could tell. After about five hours, we finally won. Five and five to four and four.
I stared at the screen, relishing the victory. She broke the silence and spoke. "We... Won?" I had actually forgotten the original goal right up until then. She began to laugh. "We won!" Quickly she turned and picked me up, spinning with me in a circle as she held me to her chest and laughed victoriously.
I found my fear again. She was soft and fuzzy, but strong. Scary strong. I didn't even know how she held me. She didn't have hands or anything! Her legs just sort of ended. I didn't worry about the finer details right then. I was more worried about her crushing me into her soft fuzzy chest. Her glowing misty hair whipped against my face as we spun. I was surprised to find that it had substance, and wasn't just fog or something.
She held me up and laughed as she looked at me. "And why are you not exuberant, my little churl?"
I knew that one! "I'm excited it's just... can you put me down? And you're a prick."
Flustered, she put me back on my own sweet two feet. "My apologies. And just to clarify, I am not a male. Are you? I... actually am unable to tell." She looked away again.
I stuttered, briefly confused, "No... I mean... Yes, I am a dude. I meant you were being mean and loud and disrespected my space. You know, picking me up and shit without asking."
Her answer was fast and confident, "Yes. I was. I do that sometimes. So I am a ‘prick’, then?"
"Uhh... yeah?" I was surprised at how calmly she said that.
"Then you are as well! We shall be pricks together! The pricks have been doubled! Huzzah!" She gleefully pranced about as I watched her. While she was still stupid, she was entertaining. And she wasn't wrong, I am kind of a prick.
I watched her prance, paying special attention to the sparkles in her misty hair. It seemed like she had stars floating about in there. And a moon on her rump. I wondered how I had not noticed that before. I must have been too focused on the game. So she was space themed or something. That was neat.
"Now that this game has been beaten, do you have another?" Luna looked hopefully at me.
"Actually... I hate to disappoint you, but it's far from beaten. There are several modes, and we've just played one. Additionally, the difficulty is only set to five."
Luna frowned. "'Only' five?" My hand was pulled up to her face by her telekinesis and she inspected it closely before dropping it, "But you have five fingers. That means that you should use a base five system, and most things should be in increments of five..."
I picked my controller back up and flicked the difficulty over to six. Then I put it down and held up both hands. "Ten fingers, actually."
Luna looked at my hands, and then at the screen. Then back to me. A look of realization dawned on her, "Of course! It would have had a zero instead of a five." She scrunched her face up angrily. "Horse apples."
This time I laughed. While I found it funny, it did tell me something. She was pretty smart to understand math in a different radix, even if her assumption had been wrong. And it hadn’t been far off, either. She had just assumed I’d use one hand instead of both. I supposed it was a fair assumption for a creature that didn’t have fingers. I wondered if she used a base four system, one for each limb.
We played for a few more hours, and got very close to beating difficulty eight, but it was soon four in the morning. I felt my performance slipping, and knew no more practice would help. "It's been fun, but I'm falling asleep."
"Ah, the curse of mortals. I shall protect and watch over you while you slumber." She stayed focused on the game. I realized then that if she kept playing on her own, she'd kick my ass at it when I woke up.
"First off, don't. That's creepy. Second, how about I set you up with a different game so you aren't way better than me in the morning? And third, remind me to ask you about the mortal thing in the morning."
She thought for a moment before speaking, "I reluctantly accept your offer, mortal." We finished the match, and I started digging through my games.
I needed something that would keep her occupied for hours, but wouldn't cause her to yell while I slept. I settled on Final Fantasy, an old favorite of mine. It shouldn't be too hard for her, and should keep her entertained while I slept.
I hooked it up while she curiously watched me. "And how does this game work?"
"It's more like a story that you play through. It has secret bosses and hidden items and stuff for you to find as well. You'll figure it out as you go. It'll be fun, promise." I yawned as it booted up, and I handed the controller to her invisible hands.
As soon as the intro started, her eyes were glued to the screen. I walked to the bathroom and took off my shirt and pants. She's a horse thing. She wouldn't mind if I was in my boxers. I'm sure. Plus, I hated sleeping in clothes at all, so she should be glad I was at least wearing boxers. I finished my nightly clean up, and wandered back, all the while thinking through strategies to beat her tomorrow. We had used the same characters every time, we still needed to try out different ones to see what worked best for us. That would probably take all day.
When I got to the room, I found her laying on my bed facing the television. I grumbled a bit and climbed into the bed, shuffling her over a little and rolling so I could see the screen. She was doing fairly well so far. It was hard for me to focus though; I was sleepy and her tail kept drifting into my field of view as it blew back and forth in some sort of ethereal wind. I drifted off quickly, briefly hoping she didn’t eat me or something as I watched the swirling stars.
Chapter 2
Something slightly shook the bed, and I quietly woke up. Luna was muttering angrily at the game over screen, she must have died. I almost went right back to sleep, but I saw the stars in her tail and watched them for a bit. They seemed to form constellations, and had nebula backdrops. Her smokey hair wasn't just dark blue, there were shades of purple, red, green and pink in there for the stars to float in.
I watched it for a while, finding constellations and nebulae, mapping what I could. It seemed a futile task, every time it flickered in the invisible wind, the stars moved slightly. I was staring at a dark purple and pink nebula when her tail was blown about again. Oddly, the nebula stayed in one spot as the tail moved about. My sleepy and blurry eyes lazily focused on that one strange spot. Another invisible breeze blew, and her mane and tail shifted up towards the ceiling.
I was left staring at what I thought had been another nebula. I was wrong. It was a clear and very obvious reminder that while Luna was not human, she was, in fact, female. I gulped as the image of her bits burned into my brain. She was very female indeed.
I'd like to point out right now that I'm seventeen. I'd never been laid, didn't have a lot of pornography, and had never seen a woman naked in real life. I'm not attracted to animals or anything like that, but after spending all day humanizing Luna, I was very confused by what I saw. That thing was hers. It was the pussy of a girl I'd just spent all day hanging out with.
My brain fought with itself, and I grew hot under the covers. I wasn't going to get back to sleep anytime soon. I glanced forward at the rest of Luna, terrified she was watching me. She was still 100% focused on the boss fight she was stuck on. I glanced back at her exposed pussy. Above it was a tight ring for an asshole, and above that a pointy bit of flesh that sprouted into her tail. There was a space between her pucker and pussy, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was as soft as the rest of her.
My vision was blocked by her tail again, and the spell was mostly broken. I felt guilty. It felt like I was betraying her. Then I remembered that she was using me for my video games, it wasn't betrayal. She wasn't my friend or anything. I thought about it while gazing into her stars, unsure if I wanted them to move out of the way or not. Looking didn't hurt anyone. Maybe she'd be flattered. She wasn't even human. Questions assaulted my mind. What was wrong with me? Would she even care at all if I was looking? Did I care if she cared?
I glanced at her face as she focused on beating the boss. Maybe if I asked her to, she would sit like that more often. I warmed at the thought. Maybe she'd let me touch her. My erection grew painfully stiff in my boxers as I imagined running my hands across her soft fuzzy skin as she played the game. Maybe she'd appreciate if I just came out and said, "You're using me. I get to use you too." She might agree to that. Maybe she'd let me do more than touch her.
Maybe she'd let me fuck her.
My body heated as I imagined pumping my cock into her big sloppy pussy. We could make a game of it. Every time she died, I'd get a minute or two to do what I want. In my fantasy, she was soaking wet, her pussy an absolute mess as I felt it press against my loins. I'd grab her by the horn and her neck, feeling down the length of them both as I nibbled on her ear.
The worst part was that I could rationalize this. I had convinced myself that I could convince her. It could be reality, a reality only moments away. My erect cock was rock hard in my boxers and my heart was thumping wildly. I’d never before been so close to sex, and it was doing strange things to my body and mind.
The stars floated away, and I was greeted with the sight I'd been fantasizing about. I soaked it in, and wondered what it tasted like. I realized that I could get away with touching her right then. No conversations, no waiting. I could say I moved in my sleep. I could test the waters that way. I could spread the dark blue and get the pink to show. Maybe I could slip my finger in. Maybe I could use that to breach the subject, claiming it felt nice and I wanted more of her. Maybe she’s let me.
I almost did it, actually. She had called us both pricks earlier, I'd just be proving her right by doing what I wanted and disrespecting her space. I could even quote her on it. But as I was working up the courage, she finally died to the boss. She shook angrily, and I saw little lightning bolts run through her nebulous hair. A dark and terrifying miasma covered the room briefly, and then it was gone as she took a deep breath and reloaded her game.
Angry Luna terrified me. I needed to remember that. I'd gotten her angry earlier today, but she could do things I didn't understand. I needed to know more about her before I attempted anything weird like that. And I knew it was weird. I rolled over to look away from her "not so secret" secrets. I needed to sleep and think about things. I realized that things would be awkward tomorrow. Maybe I'd be lucky and she'd be gone.
Worries swarmed my mind. Was I different now? Had she done something to me? Maybe she cast a spell on me. I'd never felt like this before. I'd never been that close to doing something like that. I'd never had the opportunity before. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was immoral, but in that moment I hadn't cared. Maybe it was hormones. Maybe I was just a bad person. I wasn't as worried about that one as much as I should have been. It seemed the most natural.
I had some pretty weird dreams that night, an angry dark Luna, some soft and wonderful sensations, and Kirby kicking the crap out of a strangely erotic nebula. Dreams are strange.
I woke up to Luna in exactly the same position. I glanced once at her tail, and then shook my head clear of the dreams and bad thoughts. I was too tired for this shit, and I wasn't going to wait around for the ethereal wind to blow me a good view.
Sunlight streamed through the window, and I crawled out of bed and closed the drapes. Luna paused the game, turned to me, and smiled. "Thank you. That was bothering me."
I just looked at her groggily and then glanced at the clock. Ten thirty. That was probably enough sleep.
"Mhm." I grunted. I needed a shower.
Luna unpaused the game and went back to marching through a field and fighting monsters, seemingly ignoring me again.
I stumbled across the room, brushing into her mane as it floated lazily. It's soft sliding touch reminded me of a dream I had, and I blushed. I realized that I had probably felt it on my face while I slept, and that's why I had some of the weird dreams. I suddenly needed my shower immediately.
I quickly left the room and loudly shut the door to the bathroom. I needed to take care of something. Turning on the hot water, I dropped my boxers and hopped into the shower. I didn't waste any time at all, my hands snaked down my abdomen and gripped lightly around my stiffening dick.
I imagined her laying in my bed, facing forward and playing her game. Just like she was doing right now. My hand teased the tip of my cock as I saw her pussy in my mind, and I imagined what it felt like—soft and warm.
I'd touch it, rubbing it up and down just like I was doing to my cock. I'd warm her up first. Her pussy would start to drip, and her face would flush as she'd turn back to me and beg me to keep going. The game pad would drop on the bed next to us as her character was killed on the game, forsaken and forgotten.
I thrust into her imaginary pussy, squeezing my cock with my hand as I tried to make it feel like I was fucking her. The hot water in the shower cascaded over my body as I leaned over for support, pretending to climb over her prone body. I'd be on top of her, feeling her around my length. She'd moan my name, and I'd nibble on her ear.
My hand got more frantic, my throbbing cock swelling with vigor as I imagined what I'd do to her. I'd make her beg for me, and then I'd fuck her asshole. It would be tight. I squeezed my length, imagining her dark purple flesh swallowing my cock hungrily and her squeal of delight as I'd bottom out inside of her. My balls would slap against her pussy with each thrust. I'd make her cum.
I began to play with my hanging sack as I masturbated. She'd scream when she came, not that loud commanding tone, but a high pitched squeal of pleasure. I'd called her a bitch before, this time I'd make her say it on her own. I'd make her call herself a bitch, and something in her old timey language. Cur or something.
I smiled as I felt myself getting close. Harlot was a much more appropriate word. It was old, and meant whore. It was accurate for what I was going to to do to her. I stroked my cock harder, slapping my hand down the base and squeezing lightly. I felt it coming up, the milky white fluid that would stain her beautiful fur. I'd paint her white. I'd cover her face with my cum, and then cum inside her pussy. She'd be mine, covered in my primal essence, wet and begging.
When I came, I wasn't imagining her wet quivering pussy. I was imagining her face, flushed red with need and stained with my seed. Begging desperately for more and dripping with a mixture of drool and cum as those giant blue eyes fluttered in ecstasy at my touch.
I pressed hard and squeezed, milking the first spurt out of my dick as it sprayed into her imaginary pussy. I pumped again. The next squirt was in her asshole, making it drip. I groaned as I forced the last strong spurt into her open and waiting mouth, imagining her sloshing it around with her tongue and slowly swallowing it for my pleasure.
I stayed a few minutes like that, my hand grasping my tingling and softening dick as I caught my breath. That had been intense. I watched my spent slime slowly ooze across the shower floor to the drain. I decided then that I would have her.
The only question was "how?"
I needed to test the waters first and see what I could get away with. I dried myself in the shower, and then steeled myself. I would go to my room naked and judge her response. That would be easy enough.
Hanging up the towel, I gathered my courage at the door. I knew the house would be empty except for us. At least for a week. And our land was big enough that we didn't really have neighbors. We lived out on ten hectares in the middle of nowhere. There was a gardening team that showed up once a week, and the pool boy sure as hell wasn't going to stop by. Steeling my resolve, I walked out of the bathroom completely and utterly nude.
I'd spent plenty of time wandering around my room naked, but not the rest of the house. It was strangely liberating. When I reached my room, Luna didn't even appear to notice. She simpley continued to play her game. She was fairly early in it still, she hadn't been very successful last night on one of the easier bosses.
I walked cautiously in her field of vision, and then walked across it to hop on the bed with her. She sniffed. "You smell clean and refreshed. I shall have to try your bath at some point. I am well enough for now though."
"I see..." Okay. So she didn't notice or care that I was naked. I'd guessed as much, but hadn't been completely sure. I was surprised about her smell comment. Did she have a more sensitive nose than I did? My stomach grumbled, and I put that thought on hold. "I'm getting hungry, how do you feel about pancakes?"
She paused the game, and then turned to stare at me with wide eyes. "I feel very well about pancakes."
"Great. I'll go whip up a batch. How many would you like?"
"Thirty. No... Forty. With syrup!" She was very excited. I'd have to get started right away-
Wait. Did she just say forty pancakes? "I uhh... probably can't make that many pancakes."
She looked disappointed. "Very well. I shall accept no less than twenty though!" She turned her head and went back to the game.
Twenty? "Look, Luna. I'm not making twenty pancakes. I don't know how much pancake batter we have, but I'm only gonna eat two. I''ll make you as many as I can, but you're going to have to deal with less."
Luna paused the game and looked at me confused. "Only two? But you'll starve!"
I looked at her deadpan, and then gestured down to my body. "I'll be fine. Two is a lot for me. If you really need so many pancakes, then come downstairs and help me make them. I'm trying to be less formal, and less formal means I don't necessarily cook for you unless I want to."
She looked at me and then back at the game. "But my companion has been slain by a vile rapscallion! She was tending to the flowers when he skewered her! I must avenge her!" Luna gave me big puppy dog eyes.
I sighed. "Fine... But you owe me something. I'll make as many as I can. With Syrup."
"Huzzah!"
I left her as she played the game, her attention focused on it completely. As I walked down the stairs I tried to come up with a good trade for the pancakes. I was looking for something to forward my goal of seducing her. I couldn't be too forward, I'm sure she had some limit, and I didn't want to cross it quite yet.
I put on an apron in order to not get burnt while I cooked. Cooking naked was oddly satisfying, I decided to do it again some time. While I made pancake after pancake, I brainstormed. I could ask for a kiss. I could ask for a touch. A lick? Would she trade a breakfast for a desert? I flushed as my mind ran wild. Maybe I should just ask questions. I could get more information that way.
At about the fifteenth pancake, I noticed a painting that my mother had bought back when she was trying to make this house home. Before everything had shat all over our family. It was a cowboy.
I smiled at the evil thought. Maybe I'd ask to be a cowboy for a while. I could even use the picture to convince her.
I eventually managed to make twenty three slightly malformed pancakes. It surprised me that we had that much batter. I took two for myself and stacked the other twenty one into a giant tower that I drizzled syrup over. I thought it was quite impressive.
Carefully, I brought the glorious pancake stack upstairs, making sure not to drop the heavy thing. When I walked into the room with it, Luna instantly paused her game and plucked the plate from my grasp with her invisible hands as though it weighed nothing.
She appraised it carefully and sniffed it before smiling. "You've done well! You shall indeed receive a boon for this wondrous gift. Be glad."
"Uh sure. I'm gonna grab mine now. I'll be right back." Luna was beginning to drool as she eyed the pancakes hungrily. I left to go downstairs and grab my much shorter stack. I realized that I had forgotten silverware for her, so I grabbed an extra fork and knife as well.
When I got back up, she was licking her plate clean. I stared as she continued to lick the now empty plate. I couldn't take me eyes off her long, wide sticky tongue. "Umm... I brought silverware?"
She glanced back up, and then licked her lips. "Thank you, but that is unnecessary. I have broken my fast unceremoniously. Here is your plate." She floated the plate over to me, and I slid it under mine. It was still slightly damp in my hands. I gulped.
She turned to the game again and sighed contentedly as she unpaused it and continued to play. I sat next to her, cross legged and naked with a plate full of pancake covering my crotch. I slowly ate with my knife and fork, an erection fighting to rise under the plates as I thought about her tongue.
There was a cool kiss on the tip of my penis as it touched the bottom plate. The one Luna had licked. The one that was still damp. I swallowed a mouth full of pancake as I realized that her spit was on my dick.
I glanced at her, and down at the pancakes covering my erection. I didn't know what to do. I still had a pancake left, and I wasn't hungry anymore. Once the plates were empty, I'd have to get up and walk down the stairs, across her field of vision, with an erection.
I was going to press the boundaries at some point, But I was hoping to push it off longer. She distracted me with a statement. "The bargain entailed that I remind you of mortality."
"Uh... right. So I guess... what's up with that? What do you mean mortal?" I was glad to have a distraction as I tried very hard not to think about my raging boner.
Luna was still very focused on her game as she spoke, "I make the distinction for a very simple reason. It is the most significant way in which you and I differ."
What did that mean? "So you are telling me, that more than being an 'alicorn' or whatever you are, more than being a chick, and more than being from a different dimension, you are also unable to die? And that's more important than the rest of those things?"
"Yes. Although, I am not a fowl." I had no idea what was she talking about. "And I am not 'unable' to die as you put it. I am simply incredibly old and will never die of old age. I suppose I am also immensely hard to kill, being a goddess and all."
That last bit sunk in after a moment. "A goddess?” Now she was just fucking with me, “Really?"
"Yes. My domain is the night and dreams. I bring peace to sleeping ponies." She glanced at me knowingly. "Or other creatures that may need it." She looked back to the screen. "I can fight the nightmares on their own dreamscapes. I'm quite well practiced at it." She sounded confident.
Suddenly, all the magic was slightly more believable. "So.. If you're a goddess, you must be here for more than video games." I looked down at the plate and pancake. Was it something about me?
"In a way." She sighed. "I got tired of ponies being scared of me and wanted a vacation. One of my fellow goddesses travels dimensions quite frequently and recommended I give it a go. She helped me devise a spell that targets video games. This dimension seemed quite plentiful in that regard, and then I just let the spell take me to the nearest large and available collection."
I was just an accessory for her video game binge. I continued staring at the pancake. And apparently her cook as well. I felt incredibly less guilty about my hidden motives.
Keeping my head down, I decided I wanted to know more, "So... what now?"
"I continue my vacation! I would say it has been quite successful so far. I am most pleased with this 'Final Fantasy.' It is a shame that it is the last of a series." She smiled as she kept playing.
I sighed. "Actually it's just one in a series. I mean, they're each mostly unrelated so it doesn't matter what order you play them in. I have them all in here, but it would probably take you a month or more to play through them all."
"Then I shall spend a month or more finishing!” She sounded oddly excited, “What other titles would you recommend here? So far your taste has been exquisite. The 'Super Smash Brothers' yesterday was invigorating, and I find this a charming and engaging adventure tale."
"Uhh... A month? That's a long time, Luna." She got flustered when I said her name. I suppose it was the first time I said it.
"Well.. perhaps to you. You are a mortal. How many moons is a month by the way?" Her eyes glanced questioningly from the game to me.
I thought about it. I wasn’t sure what she meant, "If you mean nights, then about thirty. If you mean for a lunar cycle, then about one."
"I see. Than I shall have no difficulty with the time. Princess Twilight has promised to oversee my duties while I am absent, and we discussed much longer time lines. I shall be fine." She smiled at me attempting to assuage my concern.
"Luna... " She blushed a bit when I said her name, making as though to interrupt me, but then deciding not to. "A month is a long time for me. I'm not sure..."
"Oh! I didn't realize... that is was like that." She paused her game. "If you don't wish me to stay, I shall leave." She looked down, avoiding my gaze.
I threw up my hands in quick panic, "It's not that! I'm just... well... My parents will prob... might be home by then." I decided to be realistic. Odds were I wouldn't see them all summer. I'd be lucky to get more than the scheduled checkup phone call.
"Your parents?" She looked confused.
"Yes. My parents." I re-iterated.
"And... how old are you again, exactly?" She seemed concerned.
"Seventeen." I thought about lying to her, but figured it was probably better not to. "And how old are you?"
"Several hundred times older than you." She shrugged. "Really it’s likely a few orders of magnitude more than that. But who can tell?"
That was insane. "Wait. How can you be that old? How would you stay sane? How do you not know exactly?"
She shrugged again."It's the same answer really. I can only remember the last thousand years or so fairly well. Past that it's kind of blurry. The farther back I go, the harder it is to remember. I've found entire civilizations in ruins and don't remember them at all. And yet they have statues of me as a figurehead of some sort." She shook her head. "But that's not important right now. If you are seventeen, and alone, yet worried about your parents, when are you considered mature? Are your parents being criminal, leaving you alone? Do I need to act as a guardian until their return?" She eyed me critically.
"Naa...Pshh... When I turn eighteen next month I'll be an adult. I can move out if I want to then. It's no big deal if I'm alone or whatever now." I tried to blow it off.
"I see... Well, I suppose I'm functionally only a few decades older. My last thousand years had a very large stretch of unpleasantness that I'd much rather not think about. I've only got just over thirty years of good usable memories right now.." Luna thoughtfully tilted her head, "I'm a little out of sorts, really. It's difficult to remember what speech to use. I know so much more than I can apply, if that makes any sense at all."
That was a lot to take in. I wasn’t sure I understood, but I tried to, "In a strange way, I can sort of see it. Is that why you freak out a little and start yelling every once in a while?"
She glared at me, "We do not yell. We emphasize." I could see her eyes begin to darken.
"You're about to do it again." I smirked at her.
"Fine. Yes. That is why we occasionally are louder than is necessary." She rolled her eyes in exasperation, and they melted back to normal.
"So that's how it is huh? You're some kind of ancient goddess of darkness and dreams hanging out in my room just playing video games." A terrible thought graced my mind, "Wait... If you're a goddess of dreams, did you see mine last night?"
"Neigh. You bargained against my power when it was offered. I do not understand why. Your sleep was fitful and troubled. I could have eased it." She sounded frustrated.
Blushing, I played it cool. "Naa... Thanks though."
She eyed me suspiciously and then glanced downward at my lap. I watched her eyes glaze over, and a longing form on her face. As I watched the desire plain in her gaze, my erection came back with a vengeance. She stared down at my lap. I gulped. My very naked lap, covered with only a plate.
She was almost drooling. "Are you going to eat that?"
And apparently a pancake. I glanced down, and saw the target of her sudden longing.
"It's going to go cold soon. The syrup gets hard then. Can I have it?' She leaned forward, getting closer to the pancake.
"Have at it. I'm not hungry." I was almost disappointed. Almost.
She levitated the pancake off the plate and rolled it up into a giant cigar shape. She then leaned her neck back and opened her mouth with her tongue hanging out as the rolled pancake slid into her mouth. The entire thing, all at once. I think some of it went down her throat before she even closed her mouth. I stared open mouth as she calmly swallowed the whole thing without chewing. One big gulp and my innocence was gone as quickly as that pancake.
I now knew how she ate the twenty one pancakes in the short time I left her alone. In twenty one bites. That meant she could easily fit my length into her mouth. And suddenly all I could think about was her gaping, drooling, maw. I shuddered at the imagined sensation.
"And the plate? May I have that as well?" She greedily licked her lips.
I numbly handed her the top plate, leaving the bottom one over my now drooling penis. She wasn't acting regal or graceful at all. She sloppily licked the syrup off the plate, dragging her long hot tongue across the thick maple and smearing across the dish it as she lapped the sweet amber sauce up. She was clearly dedicated to her syrup.
I couldn't look away.
She noticed my staring, and sheepishly put the plate down mid lick. "I apologize for my barbarism, but this syrup is simply marvelous."
I recovered quickly, "Well, this is Canada. We do syrup pretty well." I was speaking on auto pilot, just watching her talk was mesmerizing now that I knew what that mouth could.
"I shall testify to that!" She was quite earnest in her reply. Then she licked her lips, making sure to clean the remaining syrup off.
"I'll... make sure to pick up some more this afternoon. I'll have to do some serious shopping. I didn't realize you ate quite so much." I shook my head, trying to wring the thoughts out my ears. Bad thoughts.
She laughed at that. "You think it is I with the healthy appetite? You should dine with my sister. She consumes a small banquet every dawn." Then she leaned in conspiratorially and looked quickly left and right, "And truth be told it shows! She is so much more soft around the middle than she once was!"
I awkwardly smiled back. "Well... you sure don't look soft in the middle. You seem quite... toned?" I mentally kicked myself. I was not going to win any awards for being smooth.
Luna smiled happily and stood up from the bed. "I am quite desirable am I not? A true image of perfection and beauty." She stretched, careful to casually display her physique to me. She certainly was proud. I glanced her up and down, and determined that she might have every right to be proud. I had no idea what an alicorn should look like.
I shrugged, "I guess so."
She stopped her parading and looked at me. "You guess so? Here I am in all my glory, and you can only guess? You must be blind." She snorted angrily.
"Luna." She again made to speak, and stopped herself. "I don't know what alicorns are supposed to look like. You're the only one I've seen."
"Oh. Right." She looked down and lightly kicked her front hoof.
"Why do you do that when I say your name?" I'd seen her nearly interrupt me three times now.
"What do you mean?" She looked at me quizzically.
"Luna." I saw her scrunch up her face briefly. “Like that."
She furrowed her brow, “We knoweth not what thou art asking."
I highly doubted that. "Really?" So I said it again. "Luna. Luna!" She loked frustrated. "Luna! LUNA!" I walked towards her and got louder as I chanted her name over and over and stared her down.
As I approached, she finally cracked as she shouted back at me and took a step away, "Wherefore doth thee fleer us so?" She actually sounded kind of pathetic when she said that. I felt kind of bad. I still didn’t know what it meant, though.
So I stopped when she spoke. "I didn't catch that."
She glared at me. "I don't... I'm not used to it."
Now that was confusing. She’d introduced herself as Luna. Why do that I that’s not what you want to be called? "Not used to your name?"
"Indeed. t's embarassing." She was cute when she pouted, "Most call us Princess Luna. Some call us dark and forbidden things. My sister calls me many nicknames, or usually just 'Sister'. None call me simply Luna." She looked around nervously, as though this was a prank.
"Well, 'one' does.” I gestured to myself, “You said you wanted no formalities. I don't care what you are back home, here, you're simply Luna. That's what I'm calling you."
"I see." She sighed. "I did request this of thee. I suppose I hadn't thought it entirely through."
"Do you regret saying that?" I raised my eyebrow. Her request had just caused confusion for us both by then.
"No!" She was adamant enough.
"Then stay 'Luna.'" I watched her scrunch her face. This time it looked closer to a smile.
"Oh... Fie upon thee." She muttered first, then spoke, "Fine. I shall stay simply Luna."
"Are you cursing at me again? I can't tell."
"T's no such thing as a curse." She looked confused at me again.
"Right... So about your plan. What are you going to do?" I still needed to know what she was planning.
"Well, if I can not stay when your parents return, I shall have to take my leave.” She paused for a moment and then added, “We shan't impose upon thee." Her voice got quiet and she looked at the TV longingly.
I tried to clarify the situation, "I didn't say that, I'm just not sure what they'll think. We can ask when they get back, if you still want to stick around."
"Then we shall ask! My plans will be fluid!" She perked up at that.
"Right. It's settled then. You can hang out here and play video games. I'll need to pick up some more food later today, do you need dinner?" I sure as hell was going to.
She announced, "My meal is usually the break of my fast. I need not eat other than mornings, and even then t's a luxury." It kind of felt like she was making some sort of decree.
"Right...” I’d put up with the weird for now. She was entertaining enough to be worth it, “More pancake mix, then. And maybe some toppings for waffles."
"Waffles! The little squares hold much more syrup in them!" Her eyes glossed over as she began to drool again.
"And syrup of, course. We're gonna need more syrup." She ignored me to continue drooling over her waffle fantasy. "Much more syrup." I had my own sticky fantasies.
Chapter 3
It had been a few hours since, and we were playing Super Smash Brothers together again. "Hey, Luna?"
"Yes?" She focused on the game while I casually sat next to her.
I was curious about what I could ask her to do, "You said you owed me a favor, right?"
"I suppose I did. But if you request me to lose the match, I shall only beat you harder next time." She grinned confidently at me.
"Ha! As if. I'm not sure you could suck more if you tried." I actually got lucky and exploded her character off the edge with a bomb as I said that.
The darkening room informed me that I had aroused her ire, "Your arrogance knows no bounds, whelp."
"Big words for loser. Back it up or pack it up." I laughed at her as she died immediately after spawning.
"Aaarrg! This match is unfair! The game itself wishes me to lose!" She died again, this time when a box spawned on her. She turned and looked at me suspiciously."You! You have ensorceled it to ensure your victory!"
"What?" Was all I could manage before she roughly tackled me.
I quickly found myself pinned to the bed on my back with her staring down at me. Her eyes were open wide, but her iris had shrunk down, leaving them mostly creepy white space. I suddenly realized that she had fangs, and very sharp teeth. I didn't know if I'd missed them or if they were new. The stars had gone out in her hair, leaving it a dark empty void framing her snarling face.
A black miasma was filling the room, making it colder. She pressed down on me hard, hurting my shoulders, "Thee cole..." her voice was low and dangerous. But I'd learned this one before. It meant "swindler." She was calling me a cheater. "T wast a cog..." I didn’t know the word, but could infer what she meant from her tone.
And it pissed me off.
You know how I said I lost my temper occasionally? Well, I hadn't lost it completely with her before. I was a lot of things. I was aggressive, mean, sometimes stupid—in short a complete prick. But I was not a cheater. Every game I'd ever won, I'd done so honestly. I'd gotten kicked out of trading card games, tabletop games, and school betting pools. I wasn't even allowed back to the chess club. All because they thought I cheated. And I'd never, ever, once cheated.
The darkness in the room and her feral snarling face didn’t bother me anymore. All I could see was red. Strength surged through my body and I threw her off me with a burst of adrenaline. She was stronger than me, but still light. Her wings spread and she hovered a few feet away from me, her eyes going from wild and angry to focused and aggressive. Her posture changed and she lowered her head, pointing her horn at me, the snarl peeling back farther than should be possible.
I jumped to my feet, standing naked on my bed holding a pillow in one furiously shaking hand and pointing at her with the other, "No! No you fucking don't!" I stepped forward and screamed at her, "I did not cheat, you whiny bitch! I was winning fair and square!"
She screamed back at me,"Thy arrogance is thy undoing! To the cheats with thee!" Her horn glowed blue as electricity cackled across its length. She closed her eyes and yelled in a guttural rage as her eyes began to glow.
Any semblance of control I had was shed and I screamed back at her as she raged, "I am not a cheater!" I howled in a blind rage, "Fucking cunt!" I jumped at her then, slamming the pillow down on her head. It occurred to me as I was flying through the air, naked mind you, that I was attacking an ancient angry goddess armed with literally nothing but a pillow. Unfortunately, by the time I realized what I was doing, it was far too late to stop, and the pillow was skewered on her horn.
There is a little something that's very important to know right now. You see, I don't sleep well. But I'm rich. So I bought ridiculously expensive pillows from Germany that are supposed to adjust their firmness and softness based on temperature and humidity. They don't work at all, but it turns out they have wires and a lithium ion battery inside. And when you over charge a lithium ion battery, it tends to explode. Honestly, they're just awful pillows now that I think about it.
We were both surprised as the pillow erupted with a bang into a small fireball—causing us to tumble to the ground and land in a heap. Luna looked dazed and confused, the energy from her horn having dissipated. She wasn't moving to get up. I saw a slight scratch on her face where a bit of shrapnel had grazed her. She was lightly bleeding.
My anger left instantly, replaced with concern. I did it again. I hurt somebody when I was angry again. I should have known better. I did know better. "Oh shit.." She still didn't move. "Oh shit..." She turned her head and looked at me."Oh thank god! Did I hurt you? Are you okay?" She continued to look blankly at me.
I held up two fingers for her. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
She stared at my hand blankly before blinking and talking, "We... we... are wretch'd." Luna closed her eyes and slowly collapsed entirely to the floor.
It wasn't what I expected, but it was better than a coma or something. My heart continued to race for a minute before I managed to calm myself down. I took a breath and sat down next to her, putting my hand on her back as she lay despondent on the ground. "Yeah. We kind of are terrible." That had been wild. I had completely gone nuts, and it looked like she had as well.
She looked back at me with large wet eyes. She'd been crying, and I hadn’t noticed. "We meanteth us, not thee and I."
I felt bad, but I wasn’t going to concede, "I know what you meant. And I know what I meant. I was just as angry." I kept my hand on her back, slowly rubbing it. She was warm and I could feel her slow sobs.
"Hadst thee not ceased us, we would has't dispatch'd thee..." She wasn't looking at me.
"I've been there. It's okay." I tried to console her.
"T's not, 'Okay!'" She huffed unhappily, "T's deplorable. A life f'r a game. We are wretch'd." She sounded utterly defeated.
I wasn't sure what to do. She wouldn't turn to me, but made no move to leave me either. "Hey, really." I pet down the length of her neck, attempting to calm her. "It's okay. I was out of my mind too." It was true. I wasn’t exactly sane in that moment.
We stayed like that for a while, her pouting on the floor with me petting her slowly. Eventually she spoke. "We thank thee."
"No biggie. Us pricks gotta stick together." I smiled down at her.
She snorted at that and then spoke again, "Perhaps... not." Her voice was thoughtful, "I should go."
I stayed quiet, processing what she had said. I was actually just getting used to her being here. I'd forgotten about the tournament, and instead all of my immediate plans revolved around her. Suddenly, the thought of a week alone in my room was no longer enticing. It felt weirdly empty. The game just wouldn't be fun without her insults and hectic play style. It was nice watching her go through my favorite games, watching her experience them.
For the first time in years, I was not excited about being alone.
Her confidence grew as she spoke, her mind decided, "Yes. I shall. I am dangerous to you, and have wrought havoc on your lifestyle. I am sorry for the trouble I have caused. I will take my leave." She stood up and wrapped her wing around me in a quick hug.
I thought quickly. I didn't want her to go. "Wait!"
She ignored me, "I'm thankful for your hospitality." She stepped back and bowed briefly as I stood up. Her horn began to glow when she straightened out of her bow.
This was all happening too quickly, I needed more time. "You still owe me a boon!" It was all I could think of.
The glow died from her horn and she frowned. "You... are correct." She thought for a moment while my mind raced, "I had intended for it to be a small favor, but given the circumstances, you may ask for anything. If it is in my power, you shall have it.
I wasn't expecting quite that. I was just trying to buy some time. As I thought, a trickle of red dripped from the scratch on her face. I could ask for anything and she'd give it. All my fantasies from this morning could come true. She'd no doubt give me a blow job, or let me touch her. I was sure that even her pussy wouldn't be off limits.
She sniffed a bit, blinking the moisture out of her eyes. The blood was staining a line down her cheek. I realized that I'd hurt her. I'd already hurt her body and her pride. I couldn't do that to her again. Not right now. I might be able to go through with it later, but now there wasn't going to be a later. This was it.
For once, she stood with the poise and grace of a leader. As she waited, she looked all the goddess or princess that she claimed to be.
I knew what I wanted from her. I smirked at her when I figured it out.
"I want you...” I paused for effect, “to stay."
She frowned and tilted her head slightly. "You wish for me to stay?"
"Yes." I nodded in affirmation.
She grew increasingly confused as she clarified, "I offer you all the power of a goddess, of the primal force of darkness” Her eyes furrowed in incomprehension, “and instead you want my company?"
"Yeah.." I blushed. When she put it that way, it sounded kind of silly.
She just stared at me in disbelief, "You... want nothing else?"
That was a loaded question. I wasn’t going to answer that straight up. "Well, maybe I want more. But more than anything else, I just want you to stay."
She glared at me then, slightly angry, “It would be grossly irresponsible. I may bring serious harm.”
I held my ground, “You told me anything that was in your power. Staying is in your power, responsible or not.”
She drooped her head and her wings, "We shall both regret this."
I walked to her and wrapped my arms around her neck, hugging her. She gently wrapped her wings around me. “I won’t.” She began to sniffle.
I don't know how long we stayed like that, but it was nice to hug her.
"So... If I am to stay, then what now?" We awkwardly stood next to each other, letting the moment pass.
"Well, let's clean up. Then we should probably take a break from Smash Brothers for the day."
"That may be wise."
Luna showered after we cleaned the room up, and I went shopping. I needed more pancake batter and syrup. While I was at the store, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened.
Were Luna and I friends now? Should I keep up with my plan? I’d wasted my “boon.” If she hadn’t freaked out, I could have ridden her like a real horse. I supposed that would have been a waste anyways. I knew should have been focusing on getting inside her instead of on top of her, but the thought had been funny.
If anything, I found her more alluring after her breakdown. She was less mysterious, and more intimate. We shared something that I could understand; rage. I knew how she felt, I knew she would have killed me. The only difference between us had been that she had the power to kill me, and I’d only had a pillow. I’d gotten lucky with an exploding pillow, but had it been a sword I’d have acted the same. When I got angry like that I wasn’t very rational, and I had made mistakes before.
I don’t like thinking about it, it makes me feel a little queasy. Everybody likes to think they’re a good person. Everybody thinks they’re the hero. But I knew that I was not a hero. I was a bad guy. I’d hurt people before. And once, I did more than hurt somebody. Back when I was eleven, I had a friend for a while. I wasn’t allowed to see him after I put him in the hospital. At the time I’d blamed him for being stupid, but as I got older I’d realized the truth.
He never came back from the hospital. I’d thrown him onto the concrete and punched his head over and over, infuriated at him. When I came to and called my dad, there was blood all over me and my clothes. I needed to focus on buying milk, so I tried not to think about it, but couldn’t stop. I could see his face, broken and oozing blood and dark stuff here and there.
That year they pulled me from school. The next year, we moved to Canada. Everything got worse then. My anger, hiding in my room, my sister’s attitude issues, Dads affair, Mom’s pool boy, my family falling apart. My hell. Before that moment, I hadn’t realized how bad it had been, but my eyes were opened. Luna had asked me if my parents leaving for months at a time when I was 17 was criminal. No, it probably wasn’t. But when I was twelve I’m sure it had been. I’d never realized it before, but it was all starting to come together.
My family wasn’t trying to get away from each other, they were trying to get away from me. I was standing in the dairy isle, deciding on a bag of milk, and trying not to cry as I realized what my life had been. I’d killed a kid, and my family couldn’t look at me anymore. They didn’t love me. All the milk looked the same through my blurry eyes. I put the bag back and grabbed another one.
I was alone.
But I deserved it. I was a murderer. I’d known that. I was bad. I knew that, too. I didn’t go to jail because we were rich, and I was a kid. I held the milk tightly, causing the bag to bulge. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to be hated anymore. I sniffled, trying to reign it in. I was about to be an official adult. Adults didn’t cry.
Luna cried, and she was an adult. I thought so at least. But I knew she was like me, angry. I’m sure she had a reason to cry. I only had fists when I got angry. She had magic powers. I swallowed my tears, realizing that she must have hurt people before, and probably just as bad as I had. Considering how old she was, probably lots of people.
It finally dawned on me just how dangerous she was. If she stuck around, I’d probably die the next time she lost control. I relaxed my grip on the milk bag. I’d die. The world felt brighter for a moment as I looked around the dairy isle, marveling at the sour cream. So what? Who cared if I died?
I didn’t. I was pretty sure everybody else would just be relieved. I smiled. It didn’t matter what milk I grabbed, just that it would work for her pancakes. And I couldn’t forget the syrup. I was going to make Luna happy for a while. Then I was going to make her mad. I remembered her hollow eyes, sharp teeth and the black miasma. I wondered if it would hurt when it happened.
Maybe before she killed me I’d get to fuck her.
Chapter 4
Luna was playing Final Fantasy when I got back. I had already stocked the kitchen, so I unceremoniously took off my clothes in my room. She didn’t mind, and I kind of liked that she didn’t know it how indecent it really was. It gave me a thrill.
I was in a bit of a haze right then. Everything felt right, and I was surprisingly calm about the entire situation. While she was playing, I slid up next to her and sat down. I didn’t ask for permission, I just put my hand on her back. Her fur was soft after just being washed.
I found a spot just between her wings and carefully scratched her like a cat, causing them to flutter slightly.
She didn’t say anything, she just kept focused on her game. So I prompted her, “Does that hurt? I can stop if you’d like.”
Her answer was straight and to the point, “Stopping will be unnecessary. A firmer touch would not be unwelcome.” I mentally changed that to what I wanted to hear, “Don’t stop, Harder.”
I raised my eyebrow and roughly scratched up and down the length of her back, causing her to pause the game and stretch luxuriously. After a moment of intense scratching, my arm was tired, so I just settled my hand on her back again. “Mmmm… That was appreciated.”
She had relaxed into the bed, almost melting as the controller lazily floated in front of her face. The game unpaused and she happily continued to play.
So casual touching was just fine. More than fine, she appreciated it. That realization made me happy as I slowly rubbed my hand up and down her back, petting her like a dog. I wondered if they had dogs where she came from. So I asked.
“Luna, do they have dogs in your dimension?”
One of her ears splayed back questioningly, but otherwise she continued to play the game as she answered, “Yes. There are such creatures. Twilight claims that the ‘Core’ dimensions all share common themes. Our dimensions are both Core, and should have many similarities. For instance, we both speak modern Equestrian.”
While that made some sense, her details were wrong, “I actually don’t speak modern Equestrian. I speak modern English.”
Her speech took on a musical tone as she briefly spoke, “Eálá. þæs ealdgecynd geþéode?”
The noise she made was pretty, but it didn’t mean anything. At least not to me, “That was gibberish, Luna.”
“I… see. A pity. The old language is a joy to use. But still, our communication is possible due to the similarities in Core dimensions. Had I explored beyond the Core, there was no guarantee I would find the laws of physics intelligible; let alone locate a video game system. As Twilight explains it, our dimension is very near the border of the Core. Yours is much more centrally located. It should be much more stable.” She nodded to herself as she spoke.
“She’s the one that is doing your job while you’re gone, right?” I was briefly curious. Was Luna playing hooky a bad thing? What about all the dreams of her people? I’m sure Luna wouldn’t abandon them to just anybody. I know I’d heard her mention Twilight before.
“Indeed. She has a penchant for magic, and my dream walking was but another challenge for her. While she may struggle against the darkest nightmares, my every night’s work is good practice for her. When I return, I expect her to be an expert.” Luna spoke definitively.
That explained it. “You must trust her a lot.” She was preparing Twilight.
She didn’t even have to think about her response, “She has earned it.”
I was quiet after that. I just kept petting her and she kept playing her game. I wondered what her world was like. Clearly magic was a big part. Did that have to do with the Core thing? So the closer to the center, the more stable. And the further towards the edge, the less stable. Her world was on the near edge, perhaps that explained her magic? She was familiar with the laws of physics, so her magic probably skirted the rules some how. My stable orderly center, and her chaotic rim. The universe was a strange place.
Lost in thought, I draped over her body to think. She didn’t say anything as I moved and shuffled about, eventually cuddling with her while she played. I found myself laying almost entirely upon her, day dreaming about a world filled with brightly colored alicorns with floating wispy hair just like her. And soon, the daydreams became dreams.
Chapter 5
I woke with a start as my pillow roughly moved and loud cursing cascaded into my ears. “Vile Whoreson! Three-suited toad! A Pox upon thy father!”
I groggily looked up as Luna was yelling at the television. The bad-guy was summoning a meteor, and the good guys were losing. I yawned and then realized what position I was in. I found myself cozied up to her, sleeping with my head on her shoulder while she had been playing her game. My naked body was pressed quite comfortably against her warm side, and I had a leg draped over her.
Luna turned to look at me with surprise as she realized that I was awake. “I apologize! I did not mean to wake you!”
I didn’t say anything, instead clutching her body as a slowly crawling sense of dread climbed over me. I was one hundred percent sure that I had an erection. When I went to sleep I had completely run out of fucks to give and snuggled up with her without a second thought. But now I had at least a few back and regretted my carelessly aggressive approach.
“Have I startled you?” Luna looked concerned now, and paused the game.
I needed to say something, or her curiosity was just going to get worse. “No… I’m just disoriented.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, unsuccessfully attempting to will my little buddy down. Sit boy!
“Ah. I understand. It happens sometimes between the borders of sleep and wakefulness. I myself spend much time there.” Luna turned back and unpaused her game, quickly getting absorbed into the cut scene.
I relaxed, hoping my raging boner would calm down long enough for me to get up. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was eleven thirty at night. So much for sleeping. “When did I fall asleep, Luna?”
“Just after you returned from your shopping trip. We had a short conversation, and then you collapsed on me. I didn’t wish to disturb you, so I allowed you to rest.”
“So.. I’ve been asleep for seven hours, eh?”
“That would be an accurate assessment.”
That was more than I usually slept in any given night. My schedule was quickly turning into “sleep when I’m tired.” I had skipped lunch and slept through dinner. I was hungry. My thoughts turned to food. I hadn’t bought much but pancake ingredients when I went shopping earlier. I didn’t want to think about why just then. I’d just find something in the kitchen.
“How’s the game going?”
“Not well. The villain has bested my friends. It looks to be quite grim. One has been made into a fool!”
“Yeah, it gets a little down for a bit. Stick with it though, I’m sure you’ll pull through. You’re almost to the part where the whole world opens up and you can go anywhere. You can spend a lot of time there finding all the secrets, or rush to defeat the bad-guy so you can win.” I had spent three solid days playing the mini-game where you raised birds, I wasn’t about to tell her about it yet.
The upshot of watching a pixelated cartoon hero getting pushed around in a wheelchair is that your erection dies pretty fast. I slowly got up, not really wanting to leave her tantalizingly warm body. It was just so comfortable to lay there with her. If it wasn’t for my hunger, I may have drifted back to sleep.
Stretching, I climbed out of bed. “Hey. I’m gonna go get something to eat. I slept through dinner. Are you sure you don’t want anything?”
She splayed an ear back, but otherwise made no movement to acknowledge me, “My dietary needs are minimal, I assure you.”
“Yeah right, ‘Miss Twenty Pancakes’.” I even used air quotes for emphasis. The subtlety was not lost on her.
She played along, briefly smiling and raising an eyebrow while saying, “If you recall, I requested forty.” Focusing back on her game, she further explained, “I enjoy eating. It’s a pleasure.”
“Well, I’m going to grab something.” I realized that she left me an easy set up for a quip, so I continued, “If you’d like to pleasure yourself, follow me.”
Luna paused her game and looked at me with amusement. “You are surprisingly crass in the presence of royalty.”
“Hey! No formalities.” I gestured to my nude body, secretly thrilled to have the exposure in an innocently deniable manner.
She feigned exasperation, “I suppose I did make that request.”
“Yeah... Because you like it!” I giggled as I walked out of the room, listening to her muttered response.
“I guess I do.”
I was in good spirits. I felt much better after my nap, and everything felt so bright. I needed to make plans though, so far I’d been skating by just barely. Like some American tourist flopping about out on a frozen lake for the first time. No, I needed to treat this like a real Canadian. I needed to apologize. I wasn’t sure what for yet, but better safe than sorry, eh? But before that, I needed a plan.
I needed to organize my thoughts. First order of business, get food now. Second order of business, get in Luna’s not so existent pants. Third order of business, piss her off. I could combine the second and third bits, but I didn’t want to assault her. The thought made me frown. I never wanted to hurt anybody. I tucked that away as a last resort, unsure about keeping it around at all.
Actually, things might go better if I made a deal with Luna. I could broach it easy enough, but she might get suspicious. I had a very extensive game collection, and being mortal, I’d die eventually. It wouldn’t be weird to offer it to her for after I died. I wanted her to be happy, and she seemed to enjoy it. The hard part would be letting her know it was hers after I was gone.
I’d already caused enough trouble for my family. They probably wouldn’t even know anything was wrong until they got back. When that would be was anyone’s guess. I didn’t have anything else of value to leave, just the games. And maybe my book collection. I’d make sure to dump that in Jenny’s room. She’d get the picture.
I decided that was enough planning for that, and focused on my first and second problems. Food and Luna.
Digging through the freezer, I found an unopened party pack of hotdogs. Pink flavor, whatever that meant. They were probably unused from one of my moms parties for some occasion or another. Frozen hotdogs would take a while, but I could boil them and have time to think. I’d need to let them break apart anyways. I found a large empty pot and filled it with water, unceremoniously dumping the entire pack in. I’d eat what I wanted and toss the rest.
Now that problem one was being taken care of, I could focus on problem two. That was probably the most difficult problem for me to tackle. I’d never spent this much time around someone without driving them off. Luna didn’t seem to mind my comments and rude remarks. In fact, as long as I didn’t cross an invisible line, they seemed to amuse her. The problem was that line. I had no idea where it was. A simple comment would could make her to go into angry mode, and a litany of curses might make her laugh.
And even when I’d pissed her off, as soon as she calmed down it was as if the offense was forgotten. Angry her seemed like a different person entirely, as though there was some demon bubbling just beneath the surface. That made me think about myself. My anger wasn’t too dissimilar. Once I calmed down, I immediately regretted anything I’d said or done. I’d honestly forgive any insult in that moment, was she the same?
The problem for me was that there was usually no one left to forgive. They all ran from me, or simply removed themselves from the situation. I’d found myself taking a verbal beating from a teacher more than once after one of my explosions. But how would that help me?
I changed tactics, instead organizing what useful information I had about her. Spreadsheets were useful, even mental ones. She was proud and honest. If she promised something, she kept her promise. She was easy and quick to anger. She was far more observant than she let on, it was likely she had some inkling of my intentions. On the other hand, she was completely oblivious about humans in general, so she might have chalked my behavior up to that. She had great reflexes, but oddly her foresight was lacking.
She was keeping up with me in Super Smash brothers, but was struggling with Final Fantasy. Smash Brothers was all about timing and reflexes. Final Fantasy relied on strategy, and if you weren’t any good at that, you had to power level. That was how she was handling it, and she wasn’t very efficient at it either. It was taking her far longer to play through the game than I had expected.
Based on that, I could probably beat her fairly easy at a strategy game. Chess might be dangerous if she was as old as she said she was and the Core thing kept it the same. But something newer might confuse her. Maybe I could get her to bet with me. She’d kept her promises so far. I’d have to offer her something worth betting for though. And I needed a game I could win. Perhaps one that people thought was gambling?
Could I get her to play a game of poker with me? Was that a good idea? I’d never played it before. Maybe I should downgrade to Magic the Gathering. That would take forever to teach her, and even I’d feel bad about beating her at that. She certainly wouldn’t feel as though it was left up to chance. I needed something that felt fair, but I had an advantage at.
And then it came to me. Monopoly. It was perfect. Everybody believed it to be a game of chance, but it was far from it. There was very solid strategy to Monopoly, and someone who understood it could win nine times out of ten. If I lost with those odds, I deserved to lose.
The phone rang, surprising me. I don’t know why my parents insisted on a land line, smart phones were so much more versatile. I rushed to pick it up, the water would be fine, it would take at least another twenty minutes to boil.
“Hello?”
“Ethan ? Is that you?” I was surprised to hear my mother. She still had about two days to go before her usual checkup call.
“Yeah mom. It’s me.”
“Good! I was worried you might be asleep. Your asshole father called me.” Great. She was drunk.
“Oh?” It was a little strange for her to get a call from him while they were both away. Lately they’d been avoiding each other.
She practically shrieked at me, “That Bastard is leaving me! Can you believe it?”
I could actually. “No.”
“He’s staying in Taiwhatsit with that whore.”
It’s Taiwan, Mom. “Oh.”
“How could he do this to me?”
Easily? I didn’t want to tell her that. “...”
“I’m taking everything!” She screamed angrily “I’m gonna suck him dry!”
I really had nothing to say.
“I’m gonna stay here for a while. Derek and I have to figure things out.” She paused, thinking I guess, “Are you gonna be okay honey?”
“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” What else could I be? I’d always been fine being left alone. I keep to myself now, there was no chance of causing trouble.
“Good. You’re an adult now, you’ll figure it out… Not now, Derek!” I heard some shuffling. “I’m talking with my son!”
I didn’t want to intrude on her.“I’ve gotta go mom. Thanks for the call.”
“Love you Honey… He.. He..” She was giggling. I had an idea why. I’m sure Derek knew exactly why. I understood it, the thing she had with Derek. That didn’t mean I liked it. It was better that she hung up on me. I was just going to ruin the fun she was having. Ruin their good time. I’d always been good at that, ruining other peoples happiness. I understood why she hung up on me. It didn’t mean anything. It never meant anything.
So Monopoly it was. How could I get Luna to play with me? So far she’d only had an interest in video games. Maybe I could get her to take a break? She’d only stopped to eat food, and if she was to be believed, she didn’t really need to eat. Maybe I just had to ask? I could do that. But how would I get her to bet? There were a lot of options. I ran through them in my head, unable to really come up with a solution.
I was surprised when something tapped my shoulder.
“Ethan? Are you all right?”
“Of course. I’m fine Luna.” I turned and smiled at her, “I’m always fine.” I knew I was always fine. What else could I be?
“You do not look well. And your sticks of meat are burning.” She wrinkled her nose in distaste. “It has been two hours since you left.”
I glanced at the pot. The water was gone and an acrid smell filled the room. I frowned and put down the phone.
“What is that device you held?” She glanced at the phone.
“A telephone.” Why had they burned?
“And what does it do?” She watched it suspiciously, narrowing her eyes.
“It lets us talk to people that are too far away.” I wasn’t hungry anymore anyways. Let them burn.
“I see...” Luna looked back up to me with worry in her eyes. “And who did you talk to?”
“My mother.” I took a breath of the smoke. It burned the back of my throat.
“Is she well?” Her eyes widened.
“She’s fine. Shes… having fun.” I knew that I should probably have turned off the stove. Where did the water go? I must have forgotten it was all. I knew I was fine. Everything was fine.
“And what did she say?” Luna looked skeptic.
Luna was getting annoying, but I smiled anyways, “That it wouldn’t be a problem for you to stay as long as you’d like.” Still, I was done with her questions. I walked out of the room, leaving the stove on and the hotdogs burning.
“Wait! You left your meat sticks cooking!” Luna stayed in the kitchen, panicking, while I walked back to my room and crawled into bed.
I didn’t want to think about the conversation. The important thing was that Luna could stay. I needed to work on my goals. My family wasn’t going to come home until I was gone, and now that I wasn’t hungry I could focus on my second goal. I stayed in bed and thought.
I needed to get her to bet me at something. I vaguely remembered monopoly. I’d had a great idea, so I mulled it over, remembering it. I would convince her to play Monopoly against me, with a bet on the line. The problem was that she had everything she could want already. I didn’t have anything that she wanted enough to risk taking a bet a like that.
“Ethan. We must talk. I am gravely concerned about your behavior.”
I didn’t know why she kept bothering me. But an evil thought crept into my mind. I might actually have something she was willing to bet on.
“Do you want to talk, Luna?” She’d be willing to bet on me.
She was clearly frustrated, “Yes. I must insist that you inform me as to why you left me to figure out the cooking device on my own.”
I deadpanned to her, “I’m sure they have stoves where you’re from Luna.”
She was immediately defensive, “This was different! There was no wood nor magic we…” Her frustration died in an instant and she took a breath. “I must know what is wrong with you.”
“There is nothing wrong with me.” I began to smile as the plan slowly formed in my head. I’d bet myself, for herself. Under the guise of information and peace. She was observant, yes, but she was a little socially inept. And we often had a difficult time understanding each other. It wouldn’t be a stretch to purposefully craft a bet where she didn’t understand what she was betting. And once it happened, I’d explain. Either directly or, perhaps, through demonstration.
The air cooled and a loud voice reverberated through me, “Though shalt not lie to us, mortal!”
“That’s not going to work anymore.” I chuckled and got up in my bed, turning to her with a confident grin. I spoke quietly but definitively, “Congratulations. I’m not scared of you.” She was angry again. Her stars were out, her eyes were empty, and her hair was black.
I didn’t have to do things in order right then. If my third problem was resolved first, then my second didn’t matter. I sat there, smiling like an idiot as I waited for her to calm down or kill me. Luna didn’t know it, but I was already playing my game with her. And I was going to win either way.
We stared at each other. Her throat was a dark empty hole, framed by a line of sharp white teeth. Earlier she’d had normal teeth, apparently that only happened when she was angry. I wondered if she consciously changed or if it was reflexive. A blackness seemed to bleed from her eyes, tainting her dark blue coat. She really looked like some kind of monster. I wondered if anyone had ever told her that. I spoke flatly, a mere inch from her scowling nightmarish face, “You’re prettier when you’re not mad.”
She blinked. And then slowly, her eyes began to draw back in the blackness. Her mouth closed and the miasma faded from the room. Soon, she was looking sadly at me with her large teal eyes.
I smiled congenially,“That’s much better.”
She was very upset, “Wherefore wonneth't thee talk to us? Thy visage concerns us.”
I quipped, “Say’s the lady who’s face can look like a nightmare.”
Luna looked down and ashamed at that. I almost felt bad for her, but a hit to her vanity wasn’t going to sway me. If anything, it might help me.
Her silence drug on, so I spoke, “Fine. Do you really want to talk about it?”
“We doth.” She looked back up at me with wet eyes.
“Then I propose a deal.” I wasn’t worried that it was easy. I wasn’t worried about anything. Luna’s biggest flaw was that she wore her heart on her sleeve. She did not look skeptical, therefore I had her trust.
She begged for me to tell her more, “Explain.”
I stopped smiling, “We make a bet. If you win, I’ll do anything you want for twenty four hours. One day and night. You can ask me any question you want, and I’ll answer. Any detail or hidden secret, anything at all. It’s all yours. I’ll help you with any game, heck, I’ll give you all my games if you want them. But if I win, then for twenty four hours, one day and one night, you’ve gotta do what I say. And that includes not asking me stupid questions, and not bothering me if I ask you to leave me alone.”
Luna looked at me, her eyes still wet, but her mind clearly racing. “We hold powers dark and ancient. Such secrets cannot be risked for thee.”
I rolled my eyes, “I don’t care about your magic. If I win, all I can do with it is ask you not to use it.”
She closed her eyes in a slow blink as she thought, “And what shall be the bet?”
I smiled wide. Monopoly, here I come. “A game, of course.”
“Smash Brothers then?” We were too evenly matched there, I couldn’t risk a true gamble.
“No. I don’t feel like getting angry right now. I was thinking something a little more old school. Do you have Monopoly where you’re from?”
Luna shook her head, “Neigh, we have Monopony. But we gather they are similar. A board game then?”
“Yeah. So do you accept the bet?”
“We… I accept your proposal. T’s as fair as any other game of chance.” I should have been ashamed at Luna’s nonchalance and offhanded comment. It was exactly the attitude of someone who would lose at Monopoly. Instead, I was giddy.
It took no time to set up the game with her magic. I had allowed Luna to be the banker; I doubted she’d cheat, and I didn’t need to. I’d picked the hat, and she the thimble. The game went oddly. We were silent at first, each stuck in their own little world of thought, but about half way through we became absorbed into the game. Our usual banter began to play out.
I harassed her as she played, “I don’t think that’s a smart move, Luna. It’s liable to end with you in Jail.”
Luna looked momentarily concerned and then frowned at me, “Jail is where you belong. Your hat is most corrupt. It is bad for all of the little hats.”
Sometimes she was weird, “Right...” We were silent again for a while after that. I rolled double sixes, getting a second turn.
“Tell me, what shall you do with me if you win?” She watched curiously as I rolled again.
I thought about it. I had a vague idea, I was going to fuck her. But beyond that? I didn’t really know. “I’m… not sure actually.” I looked at her in confusion. “And what would you do with me?” I bought a property, and passed the dice.
“I shall get you to tell me your secrets.” She smirked at me, “And then I shall hug you.” She rolled double twos.
For some reason, I began to feel dread. I gulped.
“And hug you again and again. You shall be hugged into compliance.” She grinned wickedly. And then rolled double threes.
“ah.. he.. ah… yeah...” I nervously stuttered and my face flushed. The thought was both terrifying and strangely calming.
“And once you are tame, you shall give me a massage. I very much enjoyed your rubbing, and will have more of it.” I knew she was talking about the petting, but that didn’t stop me from turning beat red. I watched as she took her piece to prison.
“You’ve given a lot of thought to this, haven’t you?” I rolled a seven. It was a red property that I needed, getting me one step closer to a monopoly.
“I work quickly.” She flashed me a sharp toothed grin, surprising me.
It occurred to me then that she was attempting to manipulate me. The thought actually calmed me down when I realized it. The give away was her tooth. She was clearly not angry, so it must have been intentional. She had planned the exchange from the moment she asked what I was going to do to her. It just so happened that her luck ran out and she rolled two doubles in a row.
I quickly re-evaluated my opponent. She hadn’t made good choices so far, spending all of her money on what I would call worthless properties. And her luck wasn’t great, but if things took a turn for the worse or if I made too many mistakes, she might actually win. I was surprised. She was keeping me distracted quite well, surprisingly, it seemed that the social game was more her style once she got into her groove.
I, on the other hand, had purchased high quality properties, sticking to the colors with high returns. If things didn’t change then I would win. The hard part was that I had to not make any stupid decisions or get too greedy. I also couldn’t land on too many of her cheap properties before she landed on my expensive ones. Neither of us had a monopoly yet, and that would be a major factor.
I needed to get her distracted in order to keep the field to my advantage. “I guess when I win I’ll ask you about your secrets as well.” I thought for a second, deciding that I needed to slow her social momentum. She needed to realize how I felt about the situation. So I was cold when I stated, “I’ll see how you like it when I ask you why you cry.” I heard myself talking, but didn’t realize what I’d said until it came out. It was harsher, meaner than I’d intended.
Luna stopped talking, and looked down silently at the board, apparently lost in thought. When I landed my roll, I got my first monopoly. She didn’t know it yet, but right then the game was already won. I went cold when I’d realized it, my hands were shaking nervously as I held the card. It would take another ten minutes before it was obvious. I wondered if she’d concede the game or we’d have to play it out till the bitter end.
It was the latter.
Luna was fully bankrupt. All her properties were sold or mortgaged already, and I owned every little house from the bag. She had managed to get a monopoly, but by then I’d bought up all the houses leaving none for her to develop her properties.
“I… cannot pay.” She wasn’t looking at me.
My voice was cold and factual. “Then I win.” I wasn’t smiling.
“I am aware.” Neither was she.
We were silent.
“So what is your first demand?” She continued to look away.
“I think I’ll ask about your secrets.”
“You wanted to know why I cry?” She sounded defeated and exhausted.
I actually knew why she cried. I’d figured it out. She’d hurt people. I knew what that felt like, what it did to somebody. And she’s had so much longer to cause pain and destroy the people around her. I knew why she cried, and I really didn’t want to hear anything about it. Not right then. “Actually no. I had a different question.”
Luna finally looked at me, slightly confused. There was a glimmer of hope in her eyes, “And… what would that be?”
I took a deep breathe. I’d worked to get this set up. I’d gone through so much, and now was my moment of victory. I was nervous, almost sick to my stomach. All I had to do was say it. I put on the most smug face I could muster and walked forward, putting my hand on her cheek so I could make sure to look her in the eye. “I wanted to know...” I could do this. I had to do this. I calmed down. It was fine, this was just step two. I still had to worry about step three. “If you’ve ever sucked a cock?”
Her response was slow. First she looked at me in pure confusion. “Why would I have sucked a roo...” The she stopped talking, and her eyes opened wide in surprise as her head tilted slightly back.
I kept my smug look plastered on, the hard external mask frozen around my liquid fears insides. I was bubbling over, all sorts of feelings were coming to the surface and then getting drowned in more. I was betraying her. I wanted her. I won. She was mine. She was scared. I was scared. I wanted her to like me. I wanted her to fuck me. I was terrified she’d laugh at me. I was terrified she’d cry. I was terrified she’d tell me no, and that the deal was off. I was terrified she’d hold to her end of the bargain.
Luna stepped back once, pulling her head away from my hand and keeping her eyes open. She glanced up and down my body frantically and then spoke in disbelief, “T’was…. a cross-lay...” She blinked and looked closely at me, suddenly accusatory and with disgust. I felt something inside of me shatter with that look, maybe it was my dignity. Her voice had the faint glimmer of realization, “And… thee… a crossbiter...”
It physically hurt my chest to hear her talk. But I deserved it. Whatever she said, whatever she accused me of, this time she was right. “I’m gonna have to be honest, Luna, I have no idea what that means. But judging by the tone of your voice, you’re probably spot on.” I stepped up to her, not letting her back away. “Since we both know what I am, now the only question is what are you?” I grabbed a tuft of her hair and looked closely at it before looking back at her betrayed face. “Will you uphold your end of the deal?”
Luna blinked slowly, her wide eyes gently closing as she took a breath. I don’t think she expected me to be so physically aggressive. I’d gone through a complete personality change, and she had to re-categorize me. I knew what she was doing because that’s what I did with people. When she opened her eyes her voice was laced with venom, “We… shall.” I knew what category she’d put me in. Now, to her, I was stupid—just like everyone else. Just like I deserved to be.
“You know what I’m going to ask you to do, right? The things I’m going to do to you?” I couldn’t actually say what they were. I hadn’t worked up the courage for that yet.
The malice in her voice was rising, “We doth know.”
I felt nauseous. I hadn’t thought about the hate as anything more than conceptual. Actually experiencing it was painful. “So what does that make you?”
She glared angrily at me, “A fool.”
“Perhaps. But I was gonna go with ‘harlot’. I’m sure you know that word, don’t you?”
She continued to glare at me, her silence answering the question.
“Why don’t you say it. Tell me what you are.”
She closed her eyes and her breath came in short bursts as she hissed through grit teeth, “We… are… a harlot.” After she finished, she slowly opened her eyes, keeping them locked on my face.
On one hand, a real part of me was dying inside. I was watching her suffer, and it was exactly my fault. I’d gone through with it, and the repercussions were final. I’d killed another friend, never to trust me again. Not in anger, but in cold blood. It had been premeditated in every conceivable way. It made me sick. It confirmed that I was a monster. It also confirmed what I’d already known. I could get what I wanted. Guilt ridden, I stared into her watery eyes and knew that I could get it any way I wanted it as well. Behind—perhaps because of—the guilt, there was an obscene electric thrill.
My dick was rock hard and throbbing, and her voice was pure sex to my ears. That was what I’d been waiting for. In that moment, I’d won my little game. Even if I never got around to fucking her, she was mine. Item two was checked off my list. Of course, now that I had her, I was going to take full advantage of the situation. I’d get her to say it again, with an open mouth and half stained by my cum. I was going to have a lot of fun before I worried about item three. I felt like I was going to throw up.
“So Luna, back to my original question.” I slid up to her and gently caressed the length of her neck as I whispered in her ear, “Have you ever sucked a cock?” I swallowed my emotions, forcing them down into my uneasy stomach.
I could feel her muscles tense under her skin as she spoke, she was fighting to stay calm. “We… have.”
“And do you remember how?” I pulled her close, and she let me. Her resistance faded under my touch.
She let out some held breath as she spoke, “We… yes.”
“Good.” I practically purred in her ear, breathing hotly as I tried to remember what layer of hell was reserved for traitors.
“Please…” She closed her eyes as a great sadness took her, “We beg thee. Reconsider thy path. T’s not too late to be forgotten.”
I acted smug. I had to be strong. I pulled back and stared into her sad eyes, “Why would I want to forget this?”
“Is this truly what thee wanteth? Moreso than our company?” Her desperate eyes searched mine looking for something that I knew couldn’t be there. I’d buried it. Right?
“I...” I faltered. Staring into her eyes, it felt like she could see my soul. She could see through me, and I into her. I was hurting her, and hurting her hurt me.
I didn’t know what to do. I could take her, I could take everything. But what would I lose?
I froze up, my hand stuck to the side of her neck just feeling her pulse. She wasn’t straining to control herself anymore. She’d relaxed and accepted her situation. I was the one caught in confusion, my mind running down the same beaten paths over and over like some sick roller coaster I couldn’t get off. I wanted to throw up.
I almost let my thoughts leak out. “Do...” No. She didn’t. No one did. But she cared. And that was more than I’d had before. What was I doing? Why was I crying?
Luna let a small confident smile slowly grew on her face. “Your heart speaks louder than your words.”
Large blue wings embraced me as I sobbed. Sobbed doesn’t do it justice, really. I wailed, cried, bawled, and sniffled into her shoulder. I wept until I couldn’t cry anymore, until the well of tears was dried up and her coat was smeared in snot. She held me silently, never doing more than gently stroking my head. All the while I trembled in her embrace.
My family was shattered, I was useless, and I had done nothing but hurt people and betray them. I was supposed to be a man, but I had nothing. Not even my dignity was left. I wasn’t even a child. Children had parents. The only word that seemed fit to describe me was pathetic.
I briefly hoped that Luna knew what I was, so I asked, “What am I?”
“Though art lost.”
“It’s… It’s not fair.”
“We suppose life never is.” She gently stroked my back with one of her wings.
“Can you make it go away?”
Her answer was fast and confident, “We can not. We have wished it were so for ourselves, but the burden is unequally shared.” She added as an afterthought “Some suffer more than others.”
“I know… I mean… I don’t want to suffer any more. Ever.” I wanted to stop talking. I needed to stop talking. Item three demanded I shut up, and I knew that.
She sounded apprehensive, “We do not understand.”
There was a voice in my head. It made demands. Don’t say anything. Stop talking. Now.
I had to stop. I needed to stop. Item three was the only thing I had left. But some small part of my brain went anyway and betrayed the rest of me. It called out and begged, “Can you make my life go away?”
Can you save me?
I don’t want to die…
Luna held me. I waited for her response as I realized what I’d said. All my plans laid to waste, and now I had nothing. My last desperate plea had left me, and now I was at her mercy. I knew it was too late. She wouldn’t kill me now that I’d asked, and I’m not—I couldn’t do it myself.
Her grip tightened on me, and then she spoke, “We have a proposal.”
I thought for a moment, but what else could I do? “Sure...” I sniffled.
“Let you and I put your victory on hold. T’s not fair to rob thee of thy victory.” I wanted to laugh. She was still worried about that, after all my plans had fallen through. After what I tried to do to her. Luna sure was something alien to me.
Still, she needed to know, “It wasn’t an honest victory.” The guilt of tricking her was still eating away at the bottom of my stomach. Telling her only eased it a little, the gnawing pain briefly wavering to nausea.
Her grip loosened a little, “Dids’t thee cheat?”
What I’d done was mislead her and trick her, not cheat at the game,“No...” I got briefly angry, I never cheat at games.
“Then t wast honest enough.”
I let the rage go. It died a hollow death before it could grow into a monster, “...”
Luna began to speak confidently. Clearly she was coming up with a plan. “We shall put thy victory on hold. And then we shall have a dialogue as adults.”
“I’m not an adult.” I still had a month.
Her voice was calm and collected, “We shall treat thee as nothing else.”
“Adults don’t cry...” I felt empty, and my words felt hollow.
I could almost hear her smile, “We assure thee, adults do indeed cry.”
“Why doesn’t it feel like you’re treating me like an adult?” I clung to her, keeping my face turned away.
“Please, doth thee accept?” She knew I was delaying having the conversation. Coming up with excuses and reasons to not talk to her about it.
I needed to stop. I’d failed enough already, one more wouldn’t hurt my cause anymore. She could have my secrets. “Sure.” I couldn’t make things worse.
She sighed, “We.. I am grateful.”
I finally stepped back from her, noticing the mess on her shoulder where my head had been. Luna looked calm, her hair gently blowing and twinkling as she lowered her wings.
“Thank you for choosing me.” She smiled at me.
I couldn’t look at her. What was I supposed to say? Your welcome for not raping you? A real adult would never be in this situation to begin with. Hell, any person that was actually good at all wouldn’t be in this situation.
“While I’m flattered that you find me attractive, you must realize that my initial thoughts had been far less generous.”
Justifiably.
“I had briefly thought that every interaction we’d had up until now had been with that goal in mind.”
I flinched. It wasn’t far from the truth.
“Back home, I only have two types of mortals that are not afraid of me. Those that I consider family, and those that want something. Some want my power, some want my money, and some want my body.” She gestured down herself with her wings.
That was me then. I knew what I was, and I thought she did as well. I tried to explain it to her, “But… I...”
She interrupted me, not letting me continue, “Indeed. You wanted more from me. But first, before that, you wanted me. And you chose me.” Luna stood a little taller when she said that. “For that I am thankful. Life is not fair after all, I cannot help it if I am desirable.” She sighed wistfully.
I wasn’t sure if she was serious, or trying to make light of the situation. Her humor is occasionally odd, and her vanity extreme.
She looked at me thoughtfully. “This morning you were fine. Throughout the day you grew strange, and by late night, you were… wrong. Why?”
“I… it’s… not something… that’s easy.” I found it hard to speak at all right then. “I mean, for me to talk about.”
She dipped her head, “I beg you to try. Please.”
“I’m not normal. I get angry and stuff. And I act stupid when I’m angry. You know.”
“I am aware.”
“Well, have you ever, you know, hurt somebody when you’re angry?” I knew the answer.
She didn’t look at me right away, instead glancing to the side as she spoke, “We… I… yes.”
“Yeah. I hurt a few people too.”
She closed her eyes and looked to the floor.
I couldn’t look at her either, “I even… I killed my friend.”
Luna looked back up at me, surprise in her eyes.
I was empty. My cards were on the table, and I was going to let her see everything now. I was too empty to hurt when I thought about it, everything was numb when I spoke. “I was eleven. We got into an argument about something stupid. I don’t even remember what it was. A card game or something. I just remember getting angry and seeing red. And then blood. I punched him until I was covered in blood. When I realized what happened, I went and got my dad. He just said he’d take care of it, that he’d protect me. I didn’t know what he meant, or what had happened. Just that I’d done something really bad, and that things would never be the same anymore.”
As I spoke, the feeling came back to me. In a way, I felt lighter. It became easier to talk.
“We moved then. Dad said it was because of taxes, but we all knew why. We bought the house and land from the family of his secretary. It was the only place we could move quickly. My sister was afraid of me. She fought to not go to the same school with me and fought to stay away from me. I pretended I didn’t notice. She began to stay with her new friends for weeks at a time, just to be out of the house. When she was home, she’d scream and yell until our parents let her leave. I don’t think she can look at me.”
I didn’t hate them. I didn’t hate any of them. I only hated myself.
“Mom tried to pretend everything was normal for a while, but Dad started spending more and more time with his secretary. And he started drinking too. Mom tried going with him on his trips, even though she hated it. I was only twelve, and I’d be left alone for weeks at a time. They were just getting away from me. I know what they actually see when they look at me. They don’t see their son, they see a monster.”
And there it was. I was a monster, plain as day. No one could deny it, and no one could forget it. My life was stained.
“After a few years, Mom stopped trying. My sister moved out permanently and Mom stopped going on the trips with Dad. Instead, she went on her own trips, taking Derek with her instead. Everybody traveled across the world, as far as they could possibly get from me. “
I was on a roll now. Luna looked like she had something to say, but I wasn’t done.
“And I stayed here. Playing my games, locked in a house all alone where I couldn’t hurt anybody. I’d forgotten what it was like to have anybody that cared, or anybody that I cared about. Even when I went to school, I didn’t talk to anybody. It wasn’t worth it. I’d just hurt them and drive them away, so I didn’t bother. I didn’t care. And here you are, just in a day, making me tell you everything. Making me care.” I accused her.
There it was. Everything but the plans. “I decided I didn’t want this. I knew I couldn’t do it. I just can’t do it. I can’t kill myself. But, after our fight when I was shopping, I thought that maybe…”
As I spoke, it finally occurred to me how incredibly selfish I had been, “I could get you to kill me.”
Luna looked at me with large, sad eyes.
“And… I thought that if I was going to die… I wanted to… be with you… first.” I shrugged helplessly.
Things had not gone well. Instead of having my way with her, and then finishing this whole mess called life, there I was crying. I was crying and blubbering like some little kid who couldn’t even follow through with their actions. I had no control over myself when I was angry, and now I had no control over myself ever. My life was one big wild and painful mess. I just wanted it to end.
Luna opened her mouth, and then closed it, deciding not to speak yet. I didn’t know what to say, so I sat down and wiped my face with my arm. The snot was drying up, and I could almost talk without sobbing.
“You have been through much.”
I didn’t know what to say. People had gone through more than me. But what I’d been through, it still hurt.
“Had you been one of my charges, I’d have helped before it came to this. But here...” Luna gestured apologetically, “I am sorry.”
I laughed sadly. “What could you do about it? Earth is a sad place. My story is better than a lot of kids. At least I’m rich.”
“Money and happiness are not the same. I can not help all, only those I find.” Luna looked at me curiously. And her stars went out when she spoke, “And now, does thou truly wish to die?”
I didn’t answer, I couldn’t look at her.
“We has't power to maketh t painless. We've done t ere.” Her voice began to echo, hinting at emptiness. The void that she hid inside was leaking out, calling to me underneath her words.
“I… just want it to stop hurting.” I hid my eyes with both hands. “Please.” I couldn’t look at her when I spoke. I didn’t know if I wanted to die anymore, all I knew was that I wanted it to be over. All of it.
A small pitiful smile graced her face, and she was normal again, “I shall not holp as thee wish.”
She put her arm on my head, stroking it gently like I had done to her before.
“But I shall do what I can.”
I bitterly rolled my eyes. “My family is gone. My Dad’s staying in Taiwan and marrying his secretary, and my Mom...” I screamed, “is fucking Derek in Mexico right fucking now!” I got angry and stood up, pushing her arm away. “My sister is never coming home if she can help it, and Mom is only going to come home to take what she can grab.” Luna frowned as my voice rose. “It’s over.” I seethed, the boiling anger finally spilling through. “My Family is over! I’m going to stay here, alone.” I angrily spat out the last bit, “until the day I die.”
I wanted to hit something. I almost did.
Luna didn’t console me, “Its sounds as though you are mostly correct.”
Of course I was right. I knew I was right.
Luna tilted her head at me, “But I ask you, is this what you want?”
For a moment, I stared agape at her, “Are you serious?” My rage mixed with confusion, Was she stupid? Did she not understand me at all? “No, this is not what I fucking want!”
She deadpanned to me, as though it was obvious, “Then change it.”
I froze. She was serious. “Change it?”
She calmly nodded. “Yes.”
It seemed impossible, but she was magic. There must have been something she could do! “You.. can do that?”
“No.”
I angrily frowned. Of course she was just fucking with me. I couldn’t figure out why, but she hadn’t exactly been trying to calm me down. My fist balled tighter as I began to seethe. Everybody was stupid, and everybody got their kicks in on me.
Luna noticed my growing rage, so she clarified, “But you can.”
I paused. Maybe she wasn’t intentionally messing with me. I knew I should explain first, “I… can’t. I can’t fix my family. I’ll never change what they think of me.”
“I did not mean the impossible. Your family has left, there is little you can do about that. They have chosen. You still can choose.” She gestured to herself, “As you have in the past, you can in the future.”
Now she really wasn’t making sense. “I don’t get it.”
“Before, you chose me. You can not ‘fix’ your family. So do not choose them. Choose your self.” She pointed a wing at me as she spoke. “You do not wish to stay here alone, correct?”
What I wanted didn’t matter, “I.. yeah… I guess?”
“Then do not.” She continued to speak matter of factly.
I needed to explain it better, “But I’m dangerous.” Most people don’t fly into a blind rage. Most people haven’t killed anybody. I’d hurt somebody if I spent time with them—Either physically or emotionally. Maybe I’d even do the worst.
“And so am I.”
That didn’t change my problem, “What if I hurt somebody?”
“You probably will. It’s the nature of life.” She shrugged.
I began to reassess her. I hadn’t thought she’d be that careless with others. I certainly hadn’t been, “It’s not worth the risk.” My hands began to relax.
“And staying here miserable and alone is a life not worth living.” She raised an eyebrow at me, “Trust me. I have made that choice. It was one of my most grievous mistakes.”
I didn’t get it, but I wasn’t angry anymore. I worked through what she said, “So... That leaves one option. There’s no choice. I don’t want to suffer, and I can’t risk hurting people. Do you want me to kill myself?”
Luna wore an appalled look, “Stars no! What I mean is to choose yourself.”
I shouted back at her, “What does that mean?” I clearly did not understand, or she was clearly an idiot.
Luna took a deep breath and then smiled peacefully, “It is like this: What do you want?”
I glanced pitifully at the floor. “To not hurt anymore.”
She used her wing to gesture for me to keep talking, “And what has helped in the past, to ease your pain?”
“You did…” She continued to gesture, “and I guess before things got bad, Mom and Dad. Sometimes Jenny.”
Her question was leading, “And so, besides the unthinkable, this leaves open a path to lessen your pain, does it not?”
“Well. Mom, Dad, and Jenny are gone… But I guess… You?” I was honestly getting more confused by the moment.
She continued the gesture with her wing, “And what am I to you, that I should lessen your pain?”
“You’re… a friend.” Like that, it clicked.
“Yes. I am a friend.” She smiled wider. “And so what do you need to feel less pain?”
“I need… more friends?” I’d figured out her puzzle.
“Correct.” She smiled happily.
That didn’t solve my problem. No one liked me, I wasn’t very likeable, “But people don’t like me. I’m mean.”
“You are mean.” She shrugged dismissively, “But there are many people. You are like a strongly spiced dish. Most will probably find you offensive.” Yeah, I knew that. “But some will enjoy the spice with the flavor you bring.”
My mind didn’t know how to process that. It didn’t make sense. People would like me even though I was mean?
“But.. how… how do you know people will like me?” I couldn’t believe her. She was talking, but the words didn’t feel like they made sense.
“Because I do.” She grinned victoriously.
It couldn’t be that easy. It didn’t make sense. “But... what about the people that don’t like me?”
“If you have chosen yourself, what does it matter what they think? Focus on those that do like you. You will find them, but you must look. They may be rare, but that makes them precious to you. You are young, and your mind is in turmoil, but your heart is strong. There are those that appreciate that more than anything.”
“So I just ‘choose myself’ and I’m happy?” It sounded impossible.
Luna explained further, “No. But you’ll hurt less. Happy is something that may be a long ways away, but I do not believe it is unreachable.”
“How do you know that?”
She spoke pensively, “I am old and have made many mistakes. I have trodden down dark and lonely paths. I have also traveled with others.” She then winked at me, “I know which is easier.” She smiled.
I thought about it. I wasn’t happy. Nothing was better. My family was still split up and they were still avoiding me. I had still cried my heart out to a strange alien after almost doing something terrible to her. I still hurt, I was still upset.
But I didn’t feel quite as empty.
Chapter 6
I had gotten us both messy so we decided to shower after that. Luna had refused to let me be by myself. I think she was concerned that I would hurt myself. I was desperately trying to convince her not to worry.
“You don’t have to watch me, you know. I can shower by myself.” I was trying to keep the curtain closed as I washed, but Luna kept opening it to unashamedly spy on me.
“I do as I wish. I am a prick, remember? Besides. I do not understand your desire to hide yourself when wet.”
“It’s not that… It’s.. Oh...” I groaned. I couldn’t explain it without explaining that I’d been exposing myself to her.
She cocked her head, “If it is fair, you may watch me when it is my turn. I do not mind.”
I flushed at the thought. It wouldn’t be any different, she would just be standing there, getting water all over her. But I’d still get to watch her shower. I’d never done that before. It felt kind of weird thinking about it. Did it make me some sort of pervert?
“Fine. You win. Gawk away.” Nervously, I began to wash myself with body wash. Luna curiously scrutinized me as I used my hands to rub the soap over me.
First, I worked it up into a lather, and then worked it into all my hairy parts. It was awkward working it around my junk, but Luna didn’t even flinch. Then I proceeded to roughly rub it into my skin.
“Tell me...” Luna continued to watch as she softly spoke, “When did you first begin to feel attraction to me?”
I had no reason to hide my feelings, but that didn’t make me want to talk about them. Still, she deserved to know. I turned away from her, letting the water run down my back as I spoke. I couldn’t look at her, but I couldn’t deny her request either.
“Last night. I fell asleep on the bed while you were playing your game. I woke up in the middle of the night, and got lost staring at the stars in your tail.” After what had happened earlier, telling her wasn’t so hard actually, “And then your tail blew to the side and I saw… underneath it. That reminded me that you were a girl, you know?”
She was silent. I guessed that it was out of disgust at me. “I get it. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been peeking, but, what could I do? I hadn’t meant to at first.” I was making excuses.
She continued to say nothing.
Guilt began to gnaw at me. I’d probably upset her, and worse, it was by betraying her trust again. I was probably the worst being she’d called friend in a long time. “I’m sorry, Luna.”
“T’s… we apologize as well.” She shook her head rapidly, causing her star filled mane to swirl. “I mean, I’m sorry.”
I sighed. She didn’t have anything to be sorry for. I was the creep.
“It takes thought to control my tail and mane, and I had become swept up in the game. I was not thinking much of it, and additionally believed you to be fitfully asleep. It was inappropriate and unbecoming. And beyond that, I had… done something similar.”
I found this confession confusing. Thinking of her actions, I tried to figure out what she meant. As far as I could tell she had been completely innocent in her actions towards me. I had noticed no sexual intentions whatsoever from her actions.
When she spoke, she sounded hesitant. “Before you returned entirely without your clothing, I hadn’t realized that you had no tail. You have no natural means to cover yourself, and I had foolishly begged you to remove the artificial ones you wore. I too, attempted not to look. But your body was different, and I have not seen one quite like it before.” I could almost hear her blush, “I am most ashamed to say that I continued to peek.”
I flushed red. So she she had known that I was being indecent in a way. And she hadn’t said anything, but instead had kept up the act—so that she could keep looking. I should have felt violated, but for some strange reason I didn’t. She had looked at me, my uncovered self, physically and emotionally, and she hadn’t looked away. I felt better about things, even if the situation was strange. We had both been a little bit selfish.
We were quiet for a minute. I continued to stare at the wall, and she presumably watched my back. I briefly thought that maybe she was oogling my ass, what with it having no tail and all. Maybe that was a turn on for her? I felt strangely guilty at the thought. I decided to ask her to help ease my confusion. Maybe she knew things I didn’t.
“Hey… Luna.” I had a few questions.
“Yes?”
“I was wondering if what I did made me bad. I guess, what I mean is, am I a bad guy?” I don’t know why I asked. Maybe I didn’t want to be a bad guy anymore.
“What thoughts drive you ask such a thing?” At first she sounded confused, but then she continued with more confidence, “I must know your motives to answer your question honestly.”
I didn’t see why I shouldn’t tell her, “I feel guilty about what happened, but it still makes me, you know, excited.” I remembered her saying “harlot” and shuddered slightly. My little victory had left me queasy and incredibly turned on. “I can’t help wondering if maybe there’s something wrong with me. I mean, more than I already know.”
Luna looked thoughtful for a moment, and then spoke slowly as she worked through it, “We are complex creatures. My motives are many, as are yours. There are many drives that define us. They are all necessary for life, but when they cause us to hurt others, they become sins. Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Vanity, and Pride are commonly known. I am guilty of all of these, as are you.”
So we were then, “So are we bad people? If we do those things?”
She blinked, “Only if we continue to hurt others with them.”
“Did I hurt you?” I didn’t want to know, but I already did. I needed to hear it.
Luna spoke honestly, “You… did. It was not pleasant, thinking those thoughts. I had felt much betrayed.”
“I’m sorry.” I didn’t want to look her in the eyes.
“You have apologized already. You have been forgiven. But it is not always so easy.” She sighed.
I felt crappy again. I wondered why I always hurt everybody. Every time I started to think about things, I’d come up with some plan, or win some game, and it would lead me to victory. And then everybody hated me. Winning didn’t make me friends.
Luna paused for a moment, “I myself have been guilty of all of them, to include their king: Pride.”
She hadn’t talked about her past much. I was curious, “What happened?”
“I decided to overthrow my sister. The reasons were many, but the sin was Pride. I was deluded. I hurt many in the process, and due to Pride, my Wrath was unleashed upon the innocent and guilty alike. I was a very bad ‘person’.” Luna wasn’t looking to me as she talked, instead focusing on the wall.
That didn’t sound like her at all. “But you’re so… nice. And understanding.”
She sighed an unhappy sigh, “I have learned. I have grown from what I was into what I am. I have lost much as well. Perhaps my magic isn’t as strong as it had been when I attempted my coup, but I am stronger now in other ways. Was I bad? Yes. Am I still? Perhaps. But I am less so.”
I listened. What else was I to do?
“I still hurt others with my sins even though I try not to. We as creatures must strive to grow, and the largest hurdle to that is always ourselves. Our wants seem as needs, and we make mistakes. You made a mistake, such a thing is common and I shall not sentence you for it. I have made uncountable mistakes.” As she finished, she looked at me with sad and dark eyes.
I remembered my little victory, and I was torn. I could see her, moaning in my mind, and I felt guilty. The incongruous thoughts hurt. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was degrading, but I couldn’t stop imagining it. I couldn’t stop remembering her face when she gave in. “What if I liked being bad? What if I liked… my mistake?” I was a terrible person.
Her answer was slow and thoughtful, “You have a desire. There is no shame in that. We all have desires. The sin was your cross-lay. It was intended to take from me what I would not wish to give. Without regard for my being, you took what you desired. It is difficult to maintain one as a friend if you treat them as such.”
“So I’m bad then?”
“Not as much. You decided upon the wiser course of action, and returned to me my dignity and yours.” I was so very close to doing the opposite. In my fantasy there was no dignity, “And so your sin was much less.”
I still wanted her. I knew it was sick and wrong, but I couldn’t help it. “I’m afraid.”
Her voice was clear, “And what do you fear?”
“Me, I guess... I was close, Luna. It was harder than it should have been. A good person wouldn’t have had to struggle.”
She pressed me, “And why did you struggle so?”
I thought about it. Why was I struggling with this? I just admitted it openly, she already knew anyways, “Because… I want you.”
“Such things are inevitable.” She sighed wistfully, “I am desirable.”
I didn’t laugh. I didn’t think she was joking anymore.
A thought crossed my mind, distracting me from my own problems for a moment, “Is it something you deal with back home?”
“Yes. Others approach me due to my mystery and allure. I am the ‘Goddess of Dreams, Princess of the Night!’... It sounds exciting, does it not?” She chuckled softly, “Then they discover my other side and fear me. It is a cycle that I have grown accustomed to.”
I could be different. I knew I could. “I’m not afraid of you, you know.”
She was condescending when she spoke, “You should be. I will hurt you.”
And I knew I would hurt her too. I’d already betrayed her once, I would inevitably do it again. I was a bad person. So I said something difficult. All the good decisions seemed to be the difficult ones. “Then maybe you should go.”
Luna stomped her foot, “We should say not! After the troubles though has’t brought us we shall be staying!” She huffed angrily and then took a breath to calm herself, “Besides. I am concerned that if I am not here, you shall hurt yourself.”
I continued to stare guiltily at the wall. If I drove her away, what would I do to myself? She was probably right. I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew it inside. I didn’t think about it, instead focusing on her.
If she stayed, it would be painful. I figured that maybe she’d understand that.“You know that I am going to keep wanting to have you in that way, right?”
“It will likely happen.” She chuckled in an amused fashion.
She didn’t understand. I needed to make her understand,“What if I try to hurt you again? Like before.”
“Why would you do that?” She sounded surprised. Of course she didn’t get it. She thought the best of me. She thought I could ignore it and better myself. She didn’t know me, she just thought she did. She couldn’t understand.
I spun around, clenching my fist in anger and spat out, “Because I will still want you!”
She grew completely confused, “But dos’t thou desire to hurt us?”
“I..” I let my anger go. It wasn’t going to help, and I knew it. Of course I didn’t want to hurt her. “No.” Getting angry wouldn’t help her understand me.
“Then we do not understand the problem.”
I decided to explain it in the same frame she’d used earlier. “What if my, you know,” I gestured towards my mini me, “‘drive’ gets the better of me, what if that causes me to hurt you?”
She repeated herself, “Dos’t thou desire to hurt us?”
I shouted at her, “No! I said that already.”
She grew loud and frowned, “Then what dos’t though desire?”
I couldn’t help it. Anger began to claw its way up my spine. All I could figure was she was fucking with me, so I shouted, “I told you! I want you!”
She shouted back, stomping her hoof, “And we hath told thee, ‘T’s likely!’” Luna furrowed her brow in frustration, “We fail to understand the cause f’r thy vexation.” Her eyes glinted dangerously, and her next words sounded more like knives, “Art thou mocking us?”
I glared at her, clenching my fist, and talking both loud and slow,“I. Am. Not. Making. Fun. Of. You.” We both needed to calm down. Whatever I’d said was quickly pissing her off, and I wasn’t far behind.
She didn’t appear to believe me at first, but then turned her head away and shouted at the wall, “Thou art a natural! We shall leave thee t thy grooming.” She turned the rest of the way and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving me alone and confused.
I grumbled to myself and returned to haphazardly washing as I thought about what she said. It took me a full minute to understand what she had meant. I even dropped the soap when it hit me.
“It’s likely to happen.”
Oh. She had meant sex.
Chapter 7
I awkwardly walked back into my room with a towel wrapped around my waist. Luna was playing Final Fantasy again, and ignored me as I walked to the dresser. I carefully started digging through my drawer, looking for a pair of boxers.
She interrupted me when I found a bright blue pair and pulled them out. “I would like to apologize. I did not communicate well with you, and I left incensed.”
“It’s… fine.” I wasn’t sure what to say.
She continued to play the game as she spoke, “I did not intend to insult you, or your intelligence. I sometimes simply do not understand why others do not know my meaning, and it vexes me greatly. I has caused me no end of arguments, some ending poorly.”
“It’s really fine. I’m the same way sometimes.” I held the boxers, trying to figure out the best way of putting them on without dropping the towel.
“Please. Put those down and come over here to talk. I shall focus on you, and you shall focus on me, and we shall put this altercation to rest.” She paused her game and turned to me.
I slowly put the boxers back in the drawer and walked over to the bed with the wet towel still on.
“Please sit. And do try not to get the bed wet. We prefer thee uncovered, anyways.”
I wasn’t bothered by Luna telling me how to treat my bed. I was bothered because I knew she would look. I had covered myself for her benefit, and now she wanted me to uncover for her benefit. Now that I knew she knew, it was different. I actually felt naked. After a moments hesitation, I dropped the towel and climbed onto the bed. Arguing about it wasn’t worth it.
“Thank you.” Luna smiled calmly at me, “My intent before was to inform you that I have no qualms about indulging you.”
Everything was happening so fast. I was confused. Based on how she’d acted before, she was genuinely hurt by what I had been making her do. “But it… You didn’t want it.”
She frowned as she spoke, “What I did not want was your betrayal. The choice of your desires over my well being. Without knowing my intent, you attempted to take something that should be shared. You gave me no choice, and took what you wished. That was the cause for my distress.”
I stayed silent. I didn’t want to talk about this.
Her frown melted into something more gentle as she continued, “Let me be clear. I have indulged my desires many times over. Do you remember what I told you makes a sin?”
I thought I remembered, “Giving in to our desires...”
“No. That is not what I said. Listen closely. A sin is when we allow our desires to hurt others. Do you understand?”
“Yeah.” That made sense.
Luna calmly pressed me, “So, what exactly do you desire?”
I blushed, “You know.” I was sitting next to her naked, and she was asking me what I wanted. She knew what the answer was, and I didn’t want to say it.
She raised an eyebrow as she spoke, “I do not exactly know.” and then tried a different approach, “I will continue to expect you to behave as an adult. An adult would have the words to ask for what they desire.”
That made sense, too. It didn’t make it any easier, but I supposed that there was no reason I couldn’t find the words to tell her. I was fidgeting nervously when I tried, “I want to see you.”
“And you already do” She smiled, and then slightly tilted her head. “But that is nothing new. How would you like to see me differently?”
I was confused. This had gone from a lecture to her maybe teasing me. I decided that I didn’t want it to stop, so I stumbled along, as embarrassing as it was, “I guess… I umm… want to see your... girl bits again.”
I knew it was the right answer when Luna smirked. “I have no problem with you admiring my beauty. Your desire shall be granted whenever you wish.” She smiled again, and added, “It’s much less unbecoming when it’s intentional.” Her main and tail began to float about slightly more erratically. If I had been behind her, I could probably see anything I wanted. She returned to smirking, “What else do you desire?” She leveled her eyes at me, leaving them half lidded.
My heart sped up and my little soldier began to stand at attention. She was serious. I wanted more of course, “I... want to touch you.”
She continued to tease me, “You have already done this. Be more specific.”
I gulped, “I want to touch you everywhere.” I glanced across her body. Her smooth contours begged to be felt, and I had hands—greedy hands that wanted to dance across her body, touching, grasping, petting, and feeling everything.
Luna stood on my bed, stretching like a cat as she got up on all fours, “Your desire is granted as you wish.”
She gracefully sauntered to me, her face inches from mine and her eyes boring into me. She spoke slowly and pointedly, “What else do you desire?”
My thoughts went wild. I wanted everything. I could ask, and she hadn’t said no. I imagined her soft body pressed against mine, and my dick throbbed in anticipation, “I desire your touch. I want you to touch all of me.”
Luna leaned further in, her lips grazing my ear as she hotly whispered, “It is granted.”
I shuddered as she lightly nibbled my ear. “What else dos’t thee desire?”
I was shaking as I spoke, I’d already asked for it before, what was one more time? Of course, I knew she wanted me to be specific. Very specific, “To fuck you.”
“Your desire shall be granted.” Her tongue slowly trailed down the side my neck followed by a light nip from her teeth, “Again and again, if wanted.” Her voice was low and her breath heavy as she whispered, “We shall be thy harlot.”
I’d been painfully erect since the start of her assault. She pressed gently into me as she teased me, Her eyes had me shuddering, her touch had my heart racing, and her breath heated my blood. I gulped as she nibbled slightly on my ear. I realized how close I suddenly was, and panicked.
Luna’s tongue left a hot wet spot just under my ear, “We shall be thy plaything.”
I shuddered as her voice made me cum.
I leaned back when I erupted without warning. She followed me, continuing to slowly lick my neck. It felt like she was pinning me with her warm and soft tongue. It was sudden, and I let out a pained hiss and closed my eyes as I came over my stomach.
I shook, squirting once more as she chuckled and roughly pushed me fully to my back. As my dick throbbed and I spurted again, I realized what had happened. I hadn’t even made it ten seconds, hell, I hadn’t even really touched her. Even as I continued to cum, my face flushed red with embarrassment, and I attempted to cover myself with my hands.
Luna chuckled darkly and I found my hands and legs pinned to the bed by the incredible force of her magic. I couldn't move them at all. She stood up and smirked at my helpless body as I squirmed in embarrassment and the echoes of my ecstasy. My eyes were open wide, and her predatory gaze slowly glanced up and down my body. She looked from my eyes, across my bare chest, to my cum glazed stomach, and settled on my drooling and softening cock. Then she’d blatantly work her way back up again.
I had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. I was completely at her mercy, and her gaze was merciless. It felt as though she was consuming me like some delicacy, drinking in the sight of my burning shame. It was frustrating how much she was flaunting it to me. She wasn’t hiding her dark enjoyment, instead she was brazenly casting her cruel eyes across my body. She was letting me know that she had me right then, that I could do nothing to stop her.
I stopped squirming when I realized how incredibly helpless I was, relaxing into the bed and waiting for her to do something as I gave up. I knew that I was hers. I couldn’t stop her, I couldn’t even slow her down. I’d do whatever she made me right then. My mind began to race, concerns of disappointing her crossed it. I briefly considered that she may punish me, and wasn’t sure if I was scared or excited at the prospect. My face was still flushed with both arousal and shame, so I did what any true Canadian would do. I meekly apologized. “I’m… oh… uh… sorry.”
Her gaze slowly crawled back up my body, leaving me feeling hot as it rested on my eyes once more. Her shameless smirk gave me shivers as she spoke, “Though art delicious. T’s pleasing t see our touch hast not waned.” Her smirk grew in anticipation, “But thee has't madeth a mess.”
She licked her lips. I gulped.
“T's our duty as thy harlot to clean thy mess.”
She lowered her head to my stomach, while keeping her large half lidded eyes locked with mine. Her magic held me firm, and I couldn’t escape, not that I wanted to. Her long tongue slipped from her open mouth as she began to messily lick my cooling spunk off my abdomen. It was hot and wet, her saliva mixed with my semen as she sloppily lapped the mixture up. Not only was my body pinned by her magic, but my eyes were locked with hers. I couldn’t look away.
It was exactly what I’d wanted. Her dripping tongue, her open mouth and wanton lustful eyes all caressing me at once. My panicked expression slowly gave way to a smile as her lewd act encouraged me to relax. Her tongue was soothing, and probed every inch of my exposed stomach in it’s search for my seed.
Eventually, her tongue left my cooling flesh, and she licked her lips greedily, pulling an opaque sticky string from her bottom lip. “Sire, we has't did clean most of thine mess. But the rest shall require special attention.” She smirked again. “May we continue?”
My mind was blank. She’d just licked up my cum. All I could muster was a slow, “A… As you desire.” I tried to think again. She’d just licked up my cum. Nope. Not yet.
“We hope t live up t thine expectations.” She briefly flashed a reassuring smile and then lowered her head again. This time she broke eye contact, and focused on my stiffening cock. “We shall certainly try.” Her breath washed over my crotch, warming it and causing me to slightly squirm.
As her mouth covered my cock, she closed her eyes and hummed contentedly. The magic pinning me sputtered out as she lay down between my legs, focusing on her task. Inside of her was hot, it was far warmer than I’d imagined. Her tongue and lips moved constantly, cleaning and dragging across my length. I had been right, I fit entirely within her mouth.
She spread the sticky mixture of spit and cum over my cock as she began to massage my root. I took my now free hands and put them on her head, grasping her hair in either hand as I sat upright. “Luna...” I didn’t know what to say at first, so I said her name. What could I say? I decided to stroke her ego. She seemed to enjoy that. Besides, she was stroking more than my ego in that moment. “You’re amazing.”
Luna’s eyes returned to mine, half lidded and lusty. She was blushing now, I could see the dark purple flush in her blue cheek. Her wispy hair swayed gently back and forth across her head as she continued to suck my cock, with her big expressive eyes just begging me to cum again for her. I couldn’t deny her eyes.
After only a few minutes of her heaven, I was close again. This time I was ready, so I held it back as long as I could. It wasn’t long. “I’m gonna...”
Luna pressed tightly into me as I began to throb uncontrollably. Her tongue slid out from her mouth, and slipped down to my balls. She began massaging my length from the head of my cock to the base of my balls with her sticky velvet tongue. My tip burned in white hot pleasure and the rest of my cock was firmly squeezed by her incredibly versatile muscle.
I couldn’t stop. I jerked into her and roughly pulled her hair as I came again, my throbbing cock spasming in her wet embrace. I did it again, my body shuddering as I groaned unintelligibly. I came inside her, painting her mouth white with my seed over and over until I was empty. My balls shook and squeezed, forcing every last drop of cum into her willing body through our union of flesh.
I had a few fruitless spasms, and then quivered over her to catch my breath. Slowly, she licked me clean and then brought her face up to mine. “Did we do well, Sire?” Her breath was hot and sweet, all while her face was flushed and disheveled.
“Very well.”
She smirked at me again. “Behold. Our art work.” And then she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue lazily out. The inside of her mouth was splattered with little sticky strings of white, and a large mix of cum and spit pooled on her tongue, languidly running down it’s length. She swirled her tongue, dragging new strings of viscous mixture within her mouth. I watched, wide eyed, until she finally sealed her lips. “But art is an ephemeral thing.” Then she swallowed.
I was almost hard again, but my half chub ached from rapid use. I needed a reprieve from her assault.
She opened her mouth again, showing me a sparkling clean inside. She’d swallowed everything.
“Damn. I’m... wow.”
Luna closed her mouth and looked at me with a proud grin, “To answer your earlier question in more detail, we have sucked a great many cocks.” She winked at me.
Then she kissed me. It was a slow, warm kiss. Her soft lips graced mine, and her warm salty tongue invaded my mouth leaving a thin sticky residue. She spread it over my mouth, playing with my tongue as I explored her mouth. When she broke the kiss, a thin strand of her salty saliva briefly connected our mouths as she pulled away. She looked at me smugly. “Though hast pleased us greatly.”
I swallowed her lingering taste. It was nice. “And… you did pretty good too.”
“Pretty good?” She looked at me incredulously, “We hath done all the work!”
“I.. uhh...”
Luna comically scowled, “You shall be left to your own devices next time.”
I threw my hands up, “You did great! I mean great!”
“Perhaps I can be convinced otherwise.” She smiled teasingly at me. “How do you feel about waffles?”
Chapter 8
My three in the morning breakfast of waffles wasn’t as awkward as I had imagined it would be. Luna actually cooked, moving with a spring in her step I hadn’t seen before. She seemed happier. I instructed her on how the waffle iron worked, and she did the rest with her magic. Watching the ingredients dance around her head and randomly mash together to mix was surreal to say the least.
We ate more slowly this time. She would rip a corner of her waffle off with magic, dip it in a bowl of syrup, and then swallow it whole. The process took much longer for her to eat a single waffle than before with the pancakes. I watched her eat as I carefully cut up my two waffles and poured some syrup on them.
She noticed me watching, and rolled up a single uncut waffle with a smirk. Slowly, she dipped the whole thing in the bowl, making it dripping wet, and then leaned her head back and inserted the entire waffle into her mouth at once. She closed her mouth, and I dropped my fork when she opened back up and pulled the waffle back out, this time with much less syrup on it. Winking, she shoved it all down again, and swallowed, quickly followed by a satisfied smile.
I was hard again, under the table, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
Luna spoke like a predator, “I am beginning to understand exactly what I am doing to you. And it pleases me. Of course, if you’d like me to stop,” I felt a warm tingle on my erect member, “Simply say so.” She began to slowly and carefully jerk me off under the table with her magic.
My face flushed as I considered what kind of monster I’d unleashed. I didn’t want her to stop, so I pretended to ignore her and tried to lift a waffle chunk to my mouth. Her warm and gentle thrusting was incredibly distracting, and I dropped the fork. I silently begged her to keep going as my aching cock throbbed in her grasp.
She grinned wickedly at me, an imposingly sharp tooth jutting from her mouth as she spoke, “You are simply adorable when you are flustered like this. Perhaps asking me to touch you everywhere may have been a mistake? My own desires may be different from yours.”
I groaned as she used me under the table. I couldn’t stop her and I didn’t want to, so I endured. I leaned back in my chair and locked eyes with her longingly as she continued to tease me. She was treating me like a plaything, and I didn’t know if I liked it or not. All I knew was that I didn’t want it to stop.
Luna’s eyes darkened as she stared at me, all while stroking my cock, “You are so innocent and yet so guilty. I may do what I wish with you and feel no guilt, for you deserve any punishment I give you. And what makes it delicious is your naivete. It is charming.” Her tooth began to grow into a fang.
Something bothered me about the tone of her voice, but I was too caught up in her grasp to care.
The darkness in her eyes began to leak out like smoke, tinting her face in a cruel light, “We shall share with thee all the dark secrets of pleasure that we know. We shall trace them upon thy skin, and etch them into thy soul.” The stars in her mane began to disappear, leaving her framed by the void, “Thou shalt become our pet incubus. We shall corrupt thee.” Her magic grew stronger, squeezing my cock tighter, and making me moan.
As I approached my orgasm, I finally realized what she said. And I knew why it was wrong. “Wait! Stop!”
Luna frowned and broke her spell, the angry fang disappearing as her stars returned. I can only assume she heard the panic in my voice. When I opened my eyes, she looked normal again.
“Art thee well? Dids’t we hurt thee?” She sounded concerned.
I took a moment, catching my breath and edging down. I had been right about to cum, and I was still throbbing hard as I gulped for air. “We need to talk.”
Luna spoke quickly, her voice apologetic, “Are we moving too fast? It was very quick. We shall slow down. We are sorry. This happens frequently for us.” She added more after a thought, and this time it felt like more like an excuse and less like a reason, “We have not yet adjusted to modern standards.”
“No.. I mean, yes, but no. Maybe?” She was moving fast, probably too fast. But truth be told, I kind of liked that part.
Luna looked sad, “What dos’t thou mean?”
“Luna. We have to talk about this.” I gestured to myself and her, and the table full of waffles.
She looked confused. “Did we take too many?”
I rolled my eyes. “No. I mean ‘us’. We need to talk about us. You know what I want, I told you. I need to know what you want.”
She spoke quickly, eager to appease me, “We wish to have fun. And relax with thee. That is our desire.”
I guess I needed to ask directly, “Not to turn me into some sort of sex demon?”
Luna looked at me incredulously, “What?”
“You just said that you’d teach me all your “dark secrets of pleasure” and turn me into an incubus.” I pinched my fingers together and drew out my words, “That sounds like a little more than just relaxing and having fun.”
Luna’s eyes got wide and fearful. “We… We dids’t not say such things!” She defended herself, but she didn’t sound sure.
I put my hand back on the table, and drew the point home, “Yes, you did. It was after your fangs grew and your stars faded. You were starting to look like you do when you’re angry, but you weren’t angry.” Maybe she had been, I wasn’t completely sure what she thought after all, “I think.”
She shouted back, slamming her hoof on the table suddenly, “Thee lie!”
I pounded my fist into the table, too. “I do not!” We stared at each other for a moment, then I angrily continued, “Why would I lie to you? Why the fuck would I make that up?” Like hell would I let her accuse me of lying.
She paused at that, and her worry grew. She stayed quiet for a moment, and then took a breath. “Then I truly must leave. Something bad will happen if I stay. I am sorry.”
No way was I just going to let her run away, “No. No ‘Sorry goodbye.’ We are going to talk about this. You want to treat me like an adult, then do it. Don’t just run away without even an explanation.” I found myself pointing at her in frustration.
Luna looked away from me, “I.. think it best to leave.”
“I don’t fucking care about ‘best.’ Everything everywhere is fucked up already.” I looked at her pleadingly. “Just talk to me, please. Right now that’s my desire. Will you grant it?”
“...Fine. It is granted.” she deflated, sinking towards the floor.
I was sick of her vague threats of bad things. I wanted to know exactly what was going on, “Why do you think you have to leave? Why now as opposed to later?”
She was pouting on the floor, “What you heard was likely not me.”
I pushed, “What does that mean?”
Luna continued to mope, “You feel as though you have a monster inside, a demon of rage correct?”
“Yeah...” I didn’t like to think about it too much, but I’d grown to accept it over the years. The other me was angry, and violent. I didn’t like dealing with him.
Luna was both sad and fearful as she responded, “I actually do.”
I looked at her concerned.
She sniffled as her eyes grew misty with tears, “T’s our thousand years that we wish to not think of. A thousand years of rage and hate, memories that we do not recall. They want nothing but to destroy, so we keep them sealed.” She blinked, and the tears fell.
I thought about that. “So you have like 30 ish years of good memories, right? You said that before?”
She nodded in affirmation, “About that in good usable memories. There are ancient events, and strong emotions that we remember. The banishment of Discord and Sombra, the joining of the tribes, perhaps our first lover and many more after. But for our regular life, yes. About thirty is accurate enough.”
I was trying to work with all the information she gave me, so I talked through it, “And normally you have a little over a thousand, right?”
“Yes.”
“So that makes you,” The math was easy, “three percent of you.”
Luna sounded really hurt by what I said, crying into her hooves, “We are diminished!” She calmed down quickly enough and sniffled, “T’s true...”
I thought about it. It was sad, honestly. To only be a small part of what you should be, and to know it. No wonder she was so concerned about what her people thought of her.
I had to know why she kept it away. If it was that much of her, it was more than just rage that she was holding back. It was probably entire bits of her personality. Memories and other things that she’d need. “Why is it such a big deal if it gets out?”
Luna looked at me as though I was an idiot, “In the span of a moment she threatened to turn thee into a demon! She is dangerous!”
It was true. Was she the same creature that drove her rage? But that didn’t fit with the advice she’d given me earlier. That sometimes we hurt others. I paled as I realized that Luna hadn’t chosen herself. She had chosen a small fraction of herself that would make others happy. She had chosen everybody else except for her. The rest of her was abandoned. I didn’t know whether to be angry or sad.
I needed to know more, “So?”
Luna continued to act incredulous, “So? So she would destroy Equestria!”
“Would you let her?” I didn’t think it would. If it was that much of her, it might be angry, but I didn’t think it was rage. It was probably much more than simply rage.
Luna’s voice became icy, “We’d stop her if we could. By any means necessary.”
I had already witnessed this, “You had no problem stopping her when I asked you to.”
She didn’t have a response, instead her face was unreadable as she blankly stared back, “...”
“I think you’re afraid of her.” I began to realize what had truly happened. The other her was dangerous, sure, but it was still her. She just didn’t want it to be.
“We are.” She looked at me in earnest, her eyes wide and honest, “T’s a worthy fear.”
I pushed, “If she’s a demon of rage, then why did she want to keep me as a pet?”
Luna scoffed, “For some sick pleasure, surely.”
If she was truly rage, she’d have lashed out and destroyed me. I knew rage intimately, and whatever she was, she wasn’t rage, “She threatened to corrupt me and keep me. I think she didn’t want to destroy me. I think… I think she’s lonely.” I knew what made my demon tick. Maybe hers was similar?
Luna looked at me with large sad eyes, “Then she shall stay lonely.”
“You realize that ‘she’ is you, right?” This was unacceptable.
I walked around the table to get closer to her. I’d been thinking. I actually didn’t mind. I didn’t have anything else going for me, I had no friends, no family, and nothing left to live for. I could live for her. The one creature that needed me. If it meant appeasing her demon, I’d let her change me.
Luna looked downcast as I approached her. “We art the monster. We realize.”
I realized something then. I kneeled down to her and put my hand on her cheek. “When you say ‘we’ it’s not just a language artifact is it? It’s both of you. Your demon and you.”
Luna began to cry. Large crocodile tears leaked down her face as I embraced her. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re all monsters here. You, me, her, everybody. It’s okay. You’re safe here.”
I held her for a time then, letting her cry her eyes out, letting the tears run onto the floor. The waffles grew cold, and the syrup stiff. I vaguely realized that she would be disappointed later. But until then, I held her.
She sniffled, ending her cry. “Do you feel better?”
She frowned, “No. We are still unhappy.”
I’d spent the time thinking. I knew my demon, I knew what it was. It was ultimately fear. Fear of things hurting me, fear of rejection, fear of mis-attribution, fear for myself in some fashion or another. Fear of being alone. I could reason with my demon sometimes.“Can I… Talk to her?” If hers was more than rage, I thought that maybe I could reason with hers.
“That is a terrible idea.” She flatly discouraged me.
I thought for a moment. Maybe she was right. But then again, “You know my stance on bad ideas. Please? I want to know you.”
“She will likely hurt you.” Luna looked worried.
The more I thought about it, the more it seemed okay, “I don’t think so. She wants to keep me. Not hurt me.”
Luna’s eyes got big as she tried to explain to me, “She can keep you as a pet with scars.” She looked away slightly ashamed, “It may make it easier for her to tame you.”
That was an unpleasant thought. I asked her a question that she’d asked me before, “Luna, do you desire to hurt me?”
“Of course I do not.” Her eyes shined with conviction.
I smiled at her to reassure her, “Then I will be fine.” I was pretty sure her demon was her in a way, more so than mine was. If she truly didn’t want to hurt me, the thing she had buried inside probably didn’t either.
At first she was surprised by me, then she sulked, “Thou art a vexing fool, and shall live or die with thine consequences”.
“If she does anything I don’t like, I’ll just call out, and you can stop her, okay?” I was gently asking her.
Luna didn’t answer as she thought for a while.“I, regrettably, shall agree to your terms.”
I held on to Luna for a bit, just letting her breathe in a tight hug. I was sure she needed a moment, and I had to work up my courage, “I’m ready.” I stepped back.
Luna looked at me sadly, and then closed her eyes as she began to change. She grew in size, her mane and tail took on a darker tone, and her fur turned black like night. From her mouth grew sharp fangs, clearly for ripping flesh. Her horn grew longer, and curved slightly black, as a dark purple eyeshadow appeared over eye lids. The stars in her mane and tail faded, not out, but dark and distant as though it was in the depths of the darkest regions of space. She opened her eyes to reveal a giant lizard like pupil, a tall purple slit instead of the soft round pupil she had before.
She let loose a loud and cackling victorious laugh, “You Fool!” The reptilian eyes watched me, unnerving me. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
I shrugged nonchalantly, playing it cool.“Nope.” I couldn’t let her know that she was getting to me. She was terrifying. From her sleek black legs to her long fangs, she looked like a killing machine.
“I am free!” She stomped her hoof aggressively, and materialized a helmet with a suit of armor directly onto her body.
I wasn’t sure where to start, so I tried to build off what she said, “You’ve always been free.”
“You have no idea of what you speak.” My remark missed, she was clearly unaffected by it.
“I know what you are.” At least I got curiosity from her this time.
She looked at me incredulously, and then began to laugh, her sharp teeth distracting me. “Then tell me what I am. You continue to amuse me.”
“You’re Luna.” I spoke too quickly. I was going to say something about hidden pain, or shame and fear, but my mind froze and that’s what came out.
“Oh really? Do tell... I hadn’t known! Ahahaha!” She continued to laugh at me as though this was some hilarious joke. She calmed downand just angrily glared at me, “You’re playing with powers you don’t understand.”
I was losing ground. If I didn’t find something soon, I was gonna have a bad time. One of her eyes glowed with an angry blue aura as she watched me. I came up with something a little more personal to myself, “I think I know more than you realize. You’re not just Luna. You protect her, don’t you?”
She continued to glare at me. And then she smiled again, as though a pleasant thought graced her mind, “I think I shall have you howling my name in indescribable pleasure, swearing your loyalty to me as I fill you with darkness. We were getting quite close earlier, weren’t we?” Her smile grew into a smirk.
I shrugged again, still playing it cool, “If that’s what Luna want’s, sure.” I had already decided that I didn’t have anything else waiting for me. If that would make Luna happy, I didn’t really care anymore. It didn’t sound terrible exactly.
The monster was silent.
I finally found something to dig into, “Is that what Luna really wants?”
“Does it really matter what she wants? She’s weak and cowardly. Always running from her problems. I’m the strong one!” The monster was growing angry.
“And that’s why she needs you.” I needed my fears. My rage and desires. I hated them, but I needed them as well. If I bottled them up, they grew wild. It was one of the reasons I played video games. It gave me an opportunity to vent at something that didn’t care.
“If she needs me, why am I locked away? She is afraid.” The monster grew quiet.
“I know she needs you. I’ve seen you come out. You are powerful, intelligent,” And if anything like Luna, very susceptible to flattery, “and beautiful.” I walked towards her smiling.
“Your attempt to pacify me is working mortal. Please continue.” She smiled at me with a toothy grin. She knew what I was up to, but didn’t care. I wondered if Luna was really that vain, and then decided it didn’t bother me. I kind of liked it.
I kept on, “As you wish. You’re wise, smart, strong, cunning, and honestly terrifying.”
She practically purred. “I am… aren’t I?”
I reached out and grabbed a bit of her mane, looking at the distant twinkling stars. “But most of all, you’re scared.”
Her voice grew dangerous, “I am no coward.”
She certainly was not. I could call her lots of things, but coward was not one of them. She seemed to have no desire to run at all. I gulped. Unlike the real Luna. Luna had tried to run from me a couple of times so far, each time in fear. This creature was different, “I would not call you that. It would be a lie. I would call you brave.”
“I may be brave...” Her voice began to warm slightly.
“And to be brave, you have to be afraid.” Bravery and fear went hand in hand.
“I believe I shall crush you.” Her tone was flat. She was not amused.
“Bravery can’t exist without fear. Look at you. You’re covered in armor. Physical and metaphorical. Your teeth, your horn, even your stature is meant to drive others away.”
“It is for durability.” She scoffed.
“It is for defense.” I dropped her hair and pointed my finger into her armored chest. “Because you’re afraid of an attack!”
She looked down at my hand, still pointed at her chest, and then back up into my face before she flatly spoke, “I should kill you where you stand, mortal.”
“Why? Because I’m getting through your armor? Does that make you afraid? I thought you weren’t a coward. You wouldn’t strike me down in fear, would you?” Now that it was out, maybe she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t want to feel weak, I hoped.
She growled at me, narrowing her eyes aggressively.
Inside I was terrified, outside I ignored her. Instead of showing my fear, I slowly reached past her threatening teeth for her helmet.
“What are you doing?” She seemed briefly confused by my apparently insane action.
“Taking off your armor. You’re prettier without it.” I had no idea what I was doing. I did want to see her without her armor on, and had hoped it would make her less defensive. I was also taking a huge risk.
She didn’t stop me, and her voice even calmed down as she thought, “Why would you do such a pointless thing? What would be worth the risk?”
I was getting an idea of what I wanted and of what the armor was. I wasn’t sure yet, but I was willing to trust my gut. The whole time I had been using my brain things with Luna had gotten worse. As soon as I started using my heart, things seemed to get better. So I decided that trusting my gut was something I should have been doing the entire time. “I want to get close to you. The real you. All of you. And I can’t do that if you’re lugging around all this metal.” I wrapped my fingers around it, and gently pulled. It wouldn’t budge at all. Maybe I hadn’t thought this through completely.
She sounded confused as she spoke, “Your efforts are futile. My armor is a part of me, immovable and indestructible.”
I had an idea. “Hey, Luna. Can you help me a little? Please?”
Nothing happened, so I continued to gently pull. She mumbled, lost in thought, “You are mad, you know that? I’ve killed for far less.”
“And yet I live,” I gave another soft tug, trying to peel it off.
“Do you want to know why she wont help you?” Her words were laced with venom.
I didn’t answer, instead I kept gently pulling on her helmet. She stood there, stoically allowing me my attempts as she talked. Her helmet was proving to be as immovable as she claimed.
“She won’t help you because she is afraid. She is afraid of getting hurt. This armor isn’t for me, you fool. It’s for her.”
“You are her. If you aren’t afraid, why don’t you help me?”
“I…” She was briefly confused for a moment, and then shook her head, “Why would I?”
“Because she needs you. She’s less without you. You both know it. And this is only getting in the way. If she won’t move it, then you have to. You say you’re the strong one.” I let go of her helmet and challenged her. “Then prove it.”
She snorted. “My power is absolute.” Her horn cackled with arcane energy, and nothing happened.
She struggled, snorting and stomping, ripples of ether warped the very fabric of space around her. I got dizzy just from being near her as reality began to bend with her magic. She stood, helmet still on looking confused. “I…. Failed?”
“Here, let me help.” I reached up and began to gently pull on it again. “All three of us. One, two, three!” The helmet popped off with no effort on my part. I was sure that I’d done nothing.
The rest of her armor disintegrated into the ether, and the helmet fell to the floor with a clang. The monster looked at me in confusion. “What have you done?” She looked at the helmet, still rolling on the floor. “What have we done?”
“What do you think?” I had no idea what it meant anymore. I knew the armor had to go, and that was the end of my gut feelings.
“We feel… lighter.” The monster spread her wings, and looked at me with an off putting genuine smile. “We feel so much lighter!”
I joked, “And now we’re both naked again.” She didn’t seem to find it funny, so I reassured her, “It’s better that way, I promise.”
She looked at me concerned. “But what if we hurt you?”
I shrugged. “You probably will. It’s just how things go, you know?”
Her stature was shrinking as she spoke, she didn’t seem to realize it, but she began to melt back into Luna again. “What if thou hurt us?”
“You’ll just have to forgive me. You’ve done it before.” She stopped changing. Luna was slightly larger than she had been at first. Her coat was darker and there was a glint of a small fang under her lip. It occurred to me that this was probably how she was supposed to be.
“We.. demand the same of thee.”
“And you shall have it.”
Luna blinked, and looked around. “The waffles! They art cold!”
“We’ll make more! It’s okay!”
She stood over her plate, silently morning her waffles as she tried tasted one and scrunched her face in displeasure.
With a waffle square hanging from her mouth, she turned to me. “We thank thee.”
I smiled. “Hey. What are friends for?” I wondered if I had I achieved my goal. “And… do you have your memories now? All thousand years?”
She scrunched up her face in displeasure. “We do. Most of it unpleasant. But t’s better to know than be ignorant. Besides.” She sighed, “We always knew.”
“Well… What about that dark secrets of pleasure thing?” I asked casually.
“We know them. But perhaps we should work up to that? To throw thee into such things would twist thy mind unpleasantly.”
“Ahh. The incubus thing.”
“Indeed. T’s not the fate we wish for thee.” She paused in thought, and then smiled at me. “However, I am no longer hungry, and I seem to remember that you have a prize to to claim from your victory.”
“You mean, earlier didn’t count?”
She snorted in laughter. “That was for me, not you. It would only be fair to give you your full time.”
“So… what’s on the table then?”
Luna looked at the table confused, then at me, “Waffles.”
I put my forehead in my hand. I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not, “No, I mean, what’s okay to do with you?” Talking about sex had become very easy after the last hour or two. I didn’t even blush.
She smiled, “Well, now that your desires and my desires are known, I see nothing to hold back from you. You know my secrets, you know my wants, and I know yours.” She nodded to me and faked a pout, “And even if they do not align here and there, I shall be a good little filly and do as you ask.” She sidled up to me and leveled her gaze, her voice dropping much lower, “quite willingly.”
I gulped, slightly intimidated. Then I glanced at the wall and saw something that jogged my memory. “Anything?”
She nodded.
I smiled wicked, terrible smile. “Let me get my cowboy hat.”
Chapter 9
It was about four in the morning now, and Luna was exhausted. We were outside in the dark of my property, streaking through the night air. I had nothing on but a cowboy hat and a pair of boots, and she was carrying me through the sky. We had started on the ground, but then I had realized she could fly, and there wasn’t another house for a long ways. So we flew.
It was exhilarating.
She was scary fast when she flew, and deadly silent. I made more noise than her just clinging to her mane. At first I had been terrified to go more than a few feet up, but with her gentle encouragement we found ourselves skipping underneath the moonlight clouds. The biting cold had bothered me at first, but I decided to weather it. How often do you get to to fly through the night on the Goddess of Night’s back?
“Best bet ever!” I shouted into the sky.
Luna was breathing heavily now, “Next time… thou shalt carry us!” She dove then, hurtling towards the ground from hundreds of feet up.
We trailed a bit of cloud with us, it clung to her like cotton while it moved around me as mist. We were a streak of white and blue through the early morning darkness, falling straight to the ground. I screamed in mock terror. I knew she wouldn’t let me get hurt. This was better than any roller coaster.
We skidded to a halt in my back yard, going from a couple hundred kph to a complete stop in less than a few seconds. I was thrilled, shouting ecstatically. Luna collapsed under me, panting.
“No more! We admit defeat. Please, we beg thee, allow us to rest.” She stayed on the ground, breathing heavily.
“But I thought you’d do anything?” I teased her.
“We can do no more.” She begged me with large puppy dog eyes.
I rolled my eyes in mock exasperation, “Fine.” I leaned down and pet her side like you would a tired horse. Then in my best southern drawl, “You done a fine job gal. Y’all deserve a rest. Let’s head on back and get you a treat, eh?”
She was back on her feet in an instant. “A treat sounds lovely!” She began to lead the way back to the house, her tail glowing brightly in the moonlight as she started off.
“Real tired, eh?” I deadpanned. I had a hard time not watching her back end as we walked.
“We recover quickly. It is our good constitution.” She wouldn’t look quite at me, but her smile was unwavering.
I laughed. “Well, it’s getting late. We should be inside before the sun rises.”
She nodded her head and then pouted, “I agree. All that light is just so gaudy. I cannot fathom why she does it.”
That was a curious thought, “Does your sister control the sun here, too?”
“Probably not. I cannot feel your moon. I doubt she feels your sun. If this were in my world, she would see all that her sun touches. It always feels as though she spies on me.” Luna frowned.
That’s not creepy at all, I thought sarcastically. I was curious if Luna had the same powers, “What about your moon?”
“I let ponies have their secrets. I am no voyeur. I see enough of their privacies in their dreams. I need not invade their waking world.”
And that begged another question. Luna had said voyeur accusingly. I needed to know why, “So is your sister a voyeur?”
Luna scrunched up her face in disgust, “The worst! She watches for anything of the sort.”
I giggled at the image.
“And then she has the audacity to gossip about it, with me no less! It is as if she doesn’t understand that ponies want things to be private. Of course, I smile and nod, but I am a keeper of secrets! How does she not understand this?” Luna shook her head in exasperation as we went in through my back door.
“No idea. Seems pretty obvious to me. Maybe you should tell her you don’t like hearing about it.” I briefly thought that perhaps Celestia was trying to connect with her sister. Letting her know that she was privy to secrets as well, and Luna could confide in her. Or maybe Luna was right, and she was just a voyeuristic gossip. I’d never met the girl.
“Perhaps. Still, she will be glad when I return. I am feeling more as I used to be, before the madness.” Luna smiled up at the moon, and I saw the faint shimmer of runes dancing across her coat as they reflected in its light.
That was new, “You’re looking pretty good too. You seem bigger and more.. glowey.”
She laughed at me. “My form waxes and wanes with my temperament. I haven’t felt this at ease with myself in a while. It’s a pleasant mix of peace and...” She contemplatively licked her fang, “Vigor.”
“Oh?” Her attitude seemed different. Not in a bad way. Before she had been quiet except for the occasional awkward outburst. This Luna was more confident and calm. She also had no problem with easy conversation.
“Yes.” She looked about as we stepped in the back door and into the kitchen. “I believe you promised me a treat?” Nor any problems asking for something she wanted.
“Yeah… I think I got a Snickers or something in here.” I went to the pantry and opened up the candy shelf. “Yeah. Got a few.” I tossed one at her without looking, “Try this.”
When I turned around, she was inspecting it curiously. “And what is this?”
I rolled my eyes, “I told you, a Snickers.”
She sniffed it carefully, “It does not smell appetizing.”
Surely they had wrappers where she came from, “You gotta open it, it’s in a wrapper.”
She peeled the plastic open, floating the candy bar out. “It looks… like fecal matter.” She frowned.
Now I knew she was messing with me, “Its chocolate, smell it.”
Her eyes lit up when she floated it in front of her nose. She opened her mouth and swallowed it whole. “It was satisfactory.”
The stunt made me giggle, intentional or not, “You’re supposed to chew them. They’re filled with things. You just swallowed it!”
I pulled out another and tore into it, taking a big bite out of it and chewing it up. She looked at me incredulously.
Rolling my eyes I stuck the rest of the candy bar out to her, this time holding on to the end. She tentatively leaned forward and slowly chomped down on it.
“It’sth good.” She mashed it in her teeth, having a hard time chewing the nuts.
I swallowed my bite, and threw the rest to her where it floated by her head. She took little nibbles as we walked up the stairs and back to my room. She lead the way and I continued to watch her back end. She wasn’t trying to hide anything right then, and I could clearly see everything that should have been covered. As she walked, her soft parts gracefully stretched with each step. Ans jiggled just a little.
As we walked into the room, I decided to claim my prize. It had been a fun few hours, but it was time for a different kind of play time. I felt invigorated, and from the looks of things she did as well. I was a little scared, but I also felt brave.
.
“Luna, get on the bed. I think I’m going to watch you.”
She swallowed her snack, and climbed on the bed, looking at me expectantly. “And how are you going to watch me, sire?” She slipped into her character fluidly.
I decided to start slow. I wasn’t sure about this whole thing, and Luna seemed more than willing to indulge me. I worked up my courage, blushing as I told her what I wanted, “Roll over onto your back, with your head away from me and your legs spread.”
I saw her flash me a smile, and then her head disappeared behind her body. All I could see was her exposed pussy. There was more, but that’s where my eyes went. The dark blue and pink nebula that had gotten my attention the night before and had started this whole chain of events. I remembered how I had felt that night.
Back then, I had wondered if she’d show me more if I asked, and now she had. The fact that her body was officially my plaything for the next twenty hours or so gave me no small thrill. I nervously smiled as I inched closer to the bed, getting a better and better look, “You’ve had a bit of fun with me, so why don’t you show me,” Everything? No. I was already seeing everything. I knew what I liked, so I decided that I wanted to know what she liked. “How you… masturbate.”
Her musical voice rang back from the other end of the bed, “If that is your desire.”
I was briefly worried she was warning me. But then I remembered her smile and promise. This would be fine. “It is.”
She sounded happy enough. And she looked excited. I noticed a faint wet sheen in between her lower lips as she spoke, “Then I shall, Sire.”
A blue cylinder formed in the air above her body, floating and slowly spinning. She began to explain, “First, I concentrate my magic into a physical form. It is rough at first.” The blue cylinder began to take a more familiar phallic shape. “Then I design what toy shall be pleasing me this night. I model it after things I have taken a fancy to. Perhaps a previous lover, or a desired companion.”
The floating blue phallus took a very familiar shape, and I recognized my own erect dick. “It is easier if I have felt it with magic, reforming its shape is a simple thing.”
I felt my heart skip a beat. I imagined all the things she could do with her magic dildo, and I began to blush. I didn’t miss the hint. She had very intentionally made it modeled after me. She was letting me know that tonight, for now, she was my toy.
“Some days I feel the need to...” She hesitated, momentarily unsure, “punish myself, like so.” There was a loud crack, followed by her squeak, and a red streak spread across her soft underside. “It excites my passions.”
I watched as a few loud cracks happened followed by her light squeaks. I was entranced. She made such cute noises each time she was hit, completely unlike anything I’d heard from her. And her whole body shook, tensing when struck. She began to quiver with each strike.
Soon, her ass cheeks were covered in thin red strips and her pussy was slightly red and puffy. She sniffled a bit. “I do not know when, where, or how hard the whip will hit me. It is a complicated spell, however, the anticipation and release make it very worthwhile.”
I gulped as the blue phallus floated down to her abused nether region, and began to tickle her now quivering pussy. Her wings had unfurled on the bed, laying flat on the mattress as she gently stroked up and down her length. “I use my toy to tease myself now. Again, I am building anticipation for the event. All the while I think of the…” She glanced at me, her gaze drifting up and down my body as she spoke, “creature that is going to take me in my fantasy.” She locked her gaze with mine, smirking, “I see its face and feel its touch.” She began to groan slightly as the toy flicked up and down her faster.
Luna was trying very hard to get me worked up. And it was working. Every time she locked her eyes on mine and shuddered, I could feel a tingle through my body. I wanted her. I wanted to touch her and hold her. While I glanced at her openly presented pussy, I was entranced by her face. She was softly moaning, stealing glances at me as she squirmed under her own touch. I started towards her, and then stopped, denying myself just a bit longer.
As she flicked herself, the toy stopped to rub a fleshy nub at the crest of her pussy every so often. I gulped as I began to smell her scent in the air, a faint lingering smell of femininity I vaguely recognized. She was beginning to slowly drip down there, her juice leaking around her asshole and oozing onto my bedspread. Laundry was the least of my concern as I watched her begin to masturbate furiously.
The stars in her tail and mane began to glow brightly, illuminating my room with their light as I watched. Her breathing had become heavy and erratic, and she spoke drawn out English between gasping breaths. “And when I...ah... am ready, I… oh…. Use the toy tooo...ooo…oh fuck…” She gasped for a moment, catching her breath and squirming as her stars momentarily glowed brightly. I saw the echoes of ecstasy quiver on her lips as she forced herself down to speak to me, “..ah...fuck myself.”
At that, the blue toy dipped between her lower lips, and she thrust herself up to meet it. Luna wildly fucked her toy, flinging her juice across the room as her stars pulsed brighter. Her pussy clenched around the toy and she quivered, holding still for a moment as her hair pulsed brightly. She let out an almost pained groan, swearing quietly into the bedspread, “Fuuuck!” and she kept going.
I was ensorcelled. I’d never seen another person cum before, and watching her was intoxicating. Her face tightened, I would have thought it was pain if not for the context. When she screamed her obscenities, it was through grit teeth, and it was followed by a flushed face. A look of supreme contentment shone from her as her eyes fluttered open and closed rapidly. Her scent was powerful now, it permeated my mind.
Luna’s body quivering under her own touch was etched into my memories forever in that moment.
Her pussy leaked a torrential amount, creating a growing wet stain during her brief convulsion. She gasped for breath as she spoke, “I… ah… keep this up until I am tired. I can… ahh... cum three or four times before… before... I am satisfied.”
My cock was rock hard, and the room smelled like her thick musk. I climbed on the bed as she continued her assault, and I grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at me as she toyed with herself. I was shaking with need, but I held back. “Then by all means, Luna. Satisfy thyself.” I smiled wickedly at her as I teased her.
When I grabbed her hair, I pulled it lightly. She froze and shook as her hair flashed bright in my tight grip. She strained to keep her eyes open, locked wide as she came in my gaze. I stroked her horn as she quivered, causing it to spark slightly. I heard a wet squelch from between her thighs as she continued to shake in ecstacy.
We stayed like that for a while, her breathless and shaking while I molested her horn. It was hard, but velvet in texture. There was an electric tingly that would arc into my hand occasionally, causing her to convulse and squeak. I was giddy; she was moaning and shaking for me. I took advantage of her vulnerability, teasing spark after spark out of her as she begged me with desperate eyes. She took deeper and deeper breaths as I molested her, and the sparks grew sharper. Finally, she screamed for me, and her horn shocked me so hard my hand went numb. I pulled it casually away, ignoring the pain as she cried out.
She had completely lost control, and I had caused it. I put my my numb hand in my mouth, sucking on a knuckle to get feeling back as I watched her writhe uncontrollably. I glanced down her body, and her legs were rapidly vibrating, shaking separate form the rest of her as her thighs lost control. My thoughts kept running back over the simple fact that I did that to her, and I couldn’t help but smile.
She slowed down and caught her breath, weakly cursing under her breath. I urged her on. “Continue, Luna. I am having lots of fun.” I held on to her hair, waiting for her to start again as I watched her regain her senses.
When she eventually spoke, she was breathless and her voice was low and heady, “Yes, Sire.” I heard the magic dildo begin to fuck her again, and she looked up at me.
She tried raising her head slightly, as though she wanted to kiss me. I grabbed her hair tightly and held down, watching her squirm. She began to glow as I pinned her down by her hair. “Again, Luna. Cum for me.” Apparently she really liked being told what to do.
She screamed again, shaking and quivering as her stars burst into light. I kissed her while she quivered, dipping my tongue into her mouth. It didn’t taste like before, instead of salty she was sweet. She reminded me faintly of candy. Her tongue was a soft blob of flesh, completely yielding to my advances. I used her mouth, playing with her lips and tasting her while she came. She was so lost that I don’t think she noticed until she began to calm down.
And once she did calm down, she relaxed, melting back into the bed. Her magic turned off, and she stopped shaking. Her rigid body structure became soft and pliable, and she began to breathe deep breaths, trying to catch up on oxygen.
“Done already?”
“That… was... much… we are sensitive. We must rest.” She closed her eyes and laid her head back into the bed, a ridiculous smile plastered on her face. “Mmmm...”
I watched her for a while, inches from her. Her spit still in my mouth as I thought. I’d been looking at her face, I was curious about the rest of her body. Even after all we’d just done, I still blushed.
“Do you mind if I look?” I had never been this close to any girl while they came before. Everything was new, and I was driven by a deep curiosity.
At first she shuffled a bit, perhaps nervously. Then she turned her head into the bedspread and blushed as she spoke, “We art thine. Do as thou wish’st.” her tired voice admitted.
I carefully moved down her body to get a better look. She was a hot mess. Her pussy lips were puffy, and everything was soaked. It looked as though her tail had melted into a puddle of cosmic water instead of its usual gaseous form. Everything was sticky deliciously, coated in her juice and her smell.
Without thinking, I reached for her. She gasped when my hand touched her soft flesh, but she made no effort to stop or reprimand me. She was mine to play with after all. I toyed with her lips, amazed at how soft they were. It was as though clouds were given flesh. I got more bold, and gently probed her depths.
It was hot. My finger plunged in with no resistance, and I pulled it out when it had gone to my second knuckle. Curiously, I licked it. She tasted slightly bitter, but otherwise not disagreeable. I took a deep breath of her heady scent. I could easily grow to enjoy it.
I trembled as I climbed on top of her, resting my body on hers. Her curious gaze followed me. She spoke with a comfortable, but dawning realization, “Thou art going to use us now.”
I blushed at the accusation, but could not deny it. “Yes. I am. Do you want me to stop?”
“That is not our desire.”
“Good.” Was all I said. I looked at her face, with her half lidded lewd eyes and I felt the heat rising from her loins. Tentatively, I pushed my hips down, and felt the first wet kiss of her pussy on my cock. It slid up her length, hot dog style, and I stayed like that. I relished the sensation. It tingled, as though it knew what it was next to.
My body quivered slightly, and Luna wrapped me in her gentle wings. I didn’t think I would last long, I felt like I was going to explode. Everything below my waist was wet now, soaked in her juices. Luna pushed gently up to me, pressing my dick into my body with her pussy, and smearing me with her lust. I could feel myself throbbing, ready to explode.
“Thou art close.” She smiled at me.
I just nodded, trying to hold back.
“Worry not. Enjoy thyself. We shall improve thy performance later.”
She pulled her hips back just a little and I felt her magic on my dick, moving it. When she pressed back to me, I slid inside her smooth tunnel and gasped.
All I could think was “Warm.” An electric thrill tingled my skin, enticing me to move as I slowly began to thrust inside of her. Warm was just the beginning. It was smooth, like velvet and fine oil. I pressed deeply, feeling her skin press against my root and my balls lightly tap against her asshole. I’d never felt something so erotic as her tender skin surrounding my ready cock. I was buried within her, hilted loin to loin.
Luna gently grabbed my hand with her magic, and moved it to her mouth where she began to suckle my fingers. She wrapped her tongue around them, sucking my index finger into her as she licked its length. Slowly, she licked each and every one, making sure I kept eye contact with her.
I thrust into her again, pressing tighter and deeper than before. Now instead of a tap, my balls mad a light slap. She squeezed me lightly in her depths and ran her tongue across the palm of my hand. I crumbled then.
She milked me dry. I came hard and long, squirting into her squeezing hot cunt over and over again as she graced my fingers with her soft and tender ministrations. She might have been my toy, but I was her plaything. And she played with me hard. I shook, emptying into her and gasping for breath.
She held me close, thoughtfully admiring my spit glazed hand, “How was my body, Sire?”
I stayed breathless on her for a spell before I answered, “Divine, Luna.”
She chuckled. “But of course.” She began to suck on my hand again, and I could feel it getting to me. I knew I’d be ready to go again very soon. My dick slowly began to harden in her sopping wet depths.
For that night, by primal law, Luna was mine. And so I had her.
Chapter 10
I woke up in the mid afternoon, my sleep filled with warm sweet dreams. Something warm and soft was spread over me, and I was nestled next to a very warm breathing body. All of me felt sticky, and the room smelled of sex. My mouth tasted like it was filled with cotton. I quickly realized that I had fallen asleep under Luna’s wing, and was cuddled up to her body. Memories of the night before came rushing back and I pressed into her side comfortably. I was confident that she wouldn’t mind my erection this time.
Luna was watching the ending credits for her game, humming happily to herself. I was briefly worried about the state of the bed. We’d thrown the sheets and covers to the floor in the night, and I had been kept warm by Luna’s embrace. Looking at the state of disarray the rest of the room was in, I decided the bed was a problem for later me.
Luna noticed me stirring, “I have won! Huzzah!”
“Mmm...” I grunted in sleepy affirmation.
She continued to watch the screen as she spoke to me,“It’s most satisfying to be victorious. And yet, I am sad that the game is finished. What shall I play next?”
I continued to squint through blurry eyes, “mmm...”
“It’s indeed a question worth pondering.” She sounded thoughtful, “I enjoyed this game immensely, and yet there is a deliciously appealing medley of games available. Shall I continue the same series?”
The next game in the series floated in front of my head, filling up my blurry vision.
“Or should I try something new?”
Suddenly, all I could see was random games floating about.
“Mhm?”
“I do not know myself. I was hoping you would have insight.” She smiled hopefully at me.
Reluctantly, I crawled out from under her wing and gave the floating games a serious look. I decided to pick a good adventure game that was a little more hack and slash for her. I found one with a green hooded hero and a small twinkling faerie. There was a horse on the cover, so I figured she might enjoy that. “Zelda. You’ll like this one. Takes a different console though.”
“Oh! I remember this character. It is the character I used in Super Smash Brothers.” She took the game and fondly turned the case around.
I’d forgotten. She’d played Link before we had our fight. She carefully put the game down and looked at me. “May we… play again?”
I couldn’t deny her when she asked like that. But first, I was gross. “Yeah. We can do that. I need a shower though.”
She seemed timid for some reason. “That is understandable. Would you like my assistance, Sire?”
I remembered the bet. Squinting at the clock, I saw that still had about twelve hours to go. “Only if you want to, Luna. I can clean myself, but I don’t mind your company.”
Luna put the chosen game to the side, and nearly instantly shelved the rest with her magic.“I shall attend you then.” She hopped up happily out of bed.
I went to the bathroom and made her wait for a few minutes while I took care of my morning business. Once I was done, I climbed into the shower and turned it on, calling for her, “You can come in if you want now.”
She stepped quickly through the door and walked to the edge of the shower to sit down and watch me. It didn’t unnerve me anymore, not like it had before. Whatever she was thinking about I wouldn’t be upset. Still, I was curious, so I asked her, “Why do you like watching me shower?”
She sounded excited when she spoke, “Your fur less body is odd. Seeing it wet is strange. The water cascades down you like a duck!”
I stopped lathering shampoo and turned to look at her, “You like to watch me because I look like a duck?”
“Indeed.” She said confidently. Then she blushed a little, “It’s also enjoyable to watch you groom.”
“Right...” Luna was weird, “You know you’re kind of a pervert, right?”
“Please.” She frowned. “You do me a disservice.” She then smiled widely. “I am obscenity itself. Mere perversions quake in my presence.”
Yeah, after last night I was inclined to agree with her. I chuckled, “What have I got myself into?”
Luna continued to ogle me while I showered, “Whatever fun you are willing to explore.”
“Whatever fun, huh?” I let my mind wander before I fell on a question. “Hey, so… do you find me, you know, attractive?”
Luna giggled. “There is a certain exotic air about you I suppose.” Then she smugly continued, “However, I couldn’t tell if you were attractive.” She stuck her nose snobbishly up in the air, “I know not your human standards.”
Touche. I guess that’s what I’d told her earlier in slightly different words. It did kind of hurt hearing it, but I figured I deserved it, “So… why are you willing to, you know, do what we did last night with me then?”
“I’m unconcerned with trivialities. If we wish to have fun, we shall.” So she was a hedonist then. “Of course, that is as long as we are both in agreement.” A moralistic hedonist.
I thought about her behavior, and it all made sense in a way. She liked anything that brought her pleasure—food, games, sex, anything. It really didn’t matter to her. As long as it didn’t upset either of us and felt good, she was for it. “Are you always like this? It seems a strange way for a goddess to behave.”
Luna sounded thoughtful, as though she was remembering something, “I… may have been known to engage in long and wild bacchanals. This is the first since my return. And while it is abnormal, it is not the strangest.”
I thought I knew that word, “Uhh… Isn’t that like an orgy or something?”
Luna seemed momentarily offended, but quickly decided to educate me instead of getting angry, “No. An orgy is a congregation of ponies engaged in group sex. While an orgy may happen, it is not the goal. The goal is to fully enjoy myself in the company of others. Be it with drink, food, or activities. While this is perhaps the smallest bacchanal that I have engaged in, I assure you, it does qualify.” Luna smiled broadly.
That didn’t sound quite right to me, but I wasn’t going to argue with her about it. She seemed to know what she was talking about. I thought about it some more before I had another question, “Did you come here looking for a bacchanal?”
“I did not. I came here for a vacation.” She thought some more, “But I now remember earlier feats of excess. And we both desired the others company. Now the bacchanal is something that is happening inside the vacation, as an orgy may happen within a bacchanal.” Luna raised an eyebrow at me, “I am pleased with this.”
I thought about her being intimate with other people, humans like myself and aliens like her. I didn’t like it. It kind of made me queasy. “I’m not sure I want this to become an orgy.”
She laughed in amusement, “I am conscious of your desires. Worry not, I shall seek no others for merrymaking. The goal is enjoyment, not jealousy.”
I sighed and felt a little relieved at that.
Her laugh died down, and her voice got contemplative, “Although, I would advise you against attending should I decide to host an official bacchanal. I do not believe your emotions would fare well.”
I felt a little less relieved. I decided not to think about it. I asked a question to change the topic, “So, what are you going to do when your vacation is over?”
Her answer was short, “I shall return and relieve Twilight of my duties.”
Suddenly, I was worried, “So what will I do?” I hadn’t given serious consideration to the future yet. I’d had a few ideas, but nothing I’d fully thought out.
Luna frowned and looked at me curiously, “That is for me to ask you. What shall you do? I will not stay forever.”
“I… Don’t know. I was kind of thinking...” I paused, was that what I really wanted? I guess it didn’t matter what I really wanted, “That maybe I’d hang with you.”
Luna was silent for a moment, thinking.
“You know, part of you seemed to want to keep me, and I don’t really have anything going on here anymore.” I mumbled, “Or ever.”
Luna was deathly serious when she spoke, “Doth thee still desire to hurt thyself?”
I had to think about it. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t push it off anymore. Not with her asking me like that, “Not so much I guess.” Things sucked outside. The world sucked. My family sucked. But I felt like I sucked a lot less, and Luna certainly didn’t suck. Unless I asked.
She was silent for a while, thinking before she spoke, “We must discuss thy fate.”
I stumbled, trying to find the words. I guess I was asking if she’d take me with her, “I just figured I’d, you know, go with you.”
Luna’s answer was quick and final, “While the nightmare was fine making thee into a pet, we are not. We must refuse.”
I should have known better. But I still had thought that maybe she would take me, “Oh. So what then? Are you going to leave me?” I wasn’t happy, but I understood.
Luna wistfully spoke, “Eventually. But not forever. We are not thy guardian, nor will we be thy patron. We are, however, happy to be thy friend.”
Friends normally didn’t do what we did. But then again, she was a hedonist, and I didn’t really have a problem with it either, “But, like, friends with benefits, right?”
She giggled, “Indeed. Many benefits.”
It wasn’t a terrible situation, “So, What am I going to do?”
Luna smirked at me, “Whatever thou desires. Just know that if things get difficult, thee hast a friend who is a deity. A deity of night, of dark, and occasionally of terror.”
I guess that did make me feel better about things. The world could suck all it wanted. I had a literal god of darkness as a friend, “When are you planning on leaving, anyways?”
Luna waved dismissively, “We still have many moons before Twilight grows concerned. We shall decide then to continue our vacation or to return home. If we return, we shall visit frequently. We should like to stay current with thine games.” And then she bared a predatory grin, “And the benefits of course.”
I pondered that. So she could be around for a while then. I was okay with that. I could wait to decide my future.
I really needed to figure out how long a moon was.
Author's Note
Well that was different for me at least. Maybe not for you. There's like twenty different fan fiction tropes going on here. I almost made it super dark. Almost... Also, this was proof read by my awesome SO. So shout out to the non-pony people that put up with us weirdos!
If anybody is interested, here is a list of potential bonus content:
1.Random (normalish)sex scene or two
