Lunar Obsession

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Chapter 1

“Halt! Who goes there?” questioned the golden-clad unicorn guard, readying the spear held in his magical grip to the figure in the darkened castle hallway before him.

Once the figure turned, revealing herself to be the Princess of the Night, he lowered his weapon and bowed quickly.

“My sincerest apologies, Your Highness; I failed to recognize you," he said to the floor.

"Oh it's quite all right; you're performing your task most diligently," Luna said softly, beckoning him to stand. "Though, I am curious as to why you're patrolling these parts at this hour."

Relieved that he didn't seem to get into any trouble for wasting royal time, the guard was more than happy to explain. “We've received several complaints from those working in this wing of the castle, Your Highness, a noise complaint to be precise. Apparently ponies here have been laughing and chatting amongst themselves at night, but each time we search, we fail to find them.”

"Hmm," Luna sounded, scanning the darkness, “it's most likely my personal guard."

“Beg your pardon?” asked the guard, raising an eyebrow.

“My personal guards," she repeated herself. "We're very close to my quarters, and they often have the habit of wandering these corridors during their breaks.” Looking at the moonlit draperies decorating the walls, she then said, “This night is truly wonderful, wouldn't you agree?”

“Err… yes, your work is perfect, Your Highness.” He bowed again, hoping for his gaze not to cross the Princess’ as he then asked, “Could you--and this is at your leisure, of course--ask your guard to be more respectful towards the ponies sleeping at this hour? Perhaps to be quieter? I would love to be in bed right about now instead of patrolling.”

“Hmm, but what about you?” Luna asked. The guard raised his head and cocked it, not understanding the question. “Do you think you are not disturbing them during the day, what with all the noise the other guards and yourself make when they sleep? They, however, understand, and with all due respect, do not complain.”

Even though Princess Luna's expression hadn't changed, and still remained regal and neutral, the guard still shrunk nervously under her gaze. “But...but unlike us, there's not that many of them…”

“What about it?” she added. “They are fewer in number, yes, but does that mean that you're allowed to disturb their slumber and they can't? Ah, but they're different from us, after all, so we might as well not care about them!”

“What, no," he answered with a shake of his head. "That isn’t what I meant at all…”

Turning around, Luna held her head high. “I'm sorry, but some things cannot be always fixed. I'll be sure to ask them to be less noisy in the future, when they are the ones watching the castle at night… all while you rest.”

It may have slipped his mind, but the guard had forgotten that batponies were in charge of patrolling this wing during the night. To annoy their leader was the best way to find oneself standing around every night here…

The guard shamefully lowered his head in a half bow. “The blame is entirely on me, Your Highness; I had forgotten that the guardians of the night were only fulfilling their duty as I was. I trust you completely with this decision.” Not wasting time to distance himself from the Princess, he turned and resumed his patrol.

“Thank you for your trust…” murmured Luna, left alone in the middle of the corridor.

With the leaving guard's echoing hoofsteps getting fainter and fainter, Luna turned and walked towards the closest door. There was no need for her to knock as she opened it and entered the room behind it. What for? It was her room, her home, despite the fact that there were always other ponies inside. Indeed, because seated at Luna's desk was Jazz, a light-grey, shortly cut white-maned batpony mare, her scarlet-red, slit pupils--a trait shared by all of her kind--were busily scanning a book in her hooves.

Quietly shifting over to the unaware batpony mare, the alicorn stood behind her, curiously trying to catch a glimpse at the book she was reading.

Feeling a familiar presence behind her, the batpony closed the book instantly. “You could have knocked before you entered, Princess,” she said, burying the book under a pile of other books.

“Why?" Luna asked. "It's my room, is it not?”

Luna's identity confirmed, and not bothering to turn around, the mare crossed her forelegs over her chest and nodded. “Yes… yes it is, but you startled me.”

“Really?" Luna mused. "You do seem a little on edge. What were you reading?”

“Me?" The mare shrugged. "Oh, nothing, nothing at all.”

Not buying it, Luna flew around the batpony to search the pile of books, but the young mare took it back before she could find it and hid it behind her back.

“What is it?” Luna questioned, trying to look around her.

Moving her body with the princess's head, the mare refused to let her. “I’m telling you, it’s nothing!”

Luna’s horn glowed, her magic enveloping Jazz's book before using it to swipe it from her grasp.

“New Moon?" Luna said, tilting her head as she read its cover. "Don’t tell me you were reading this.”

Jumping, the batpony caught the levitating book and held it tightly to her chest. “So what if it’s full of batpony clichés, it’s still a great love story!" Her ears lowering, she looked way. "And...and I want to learn more about myself.”

Eyes full of sympathy, Luna put a hoof on her shoulder. “I understand, you’re still new here and have many questions about yourself.” Hiding her smile, she then said, “But I can assure you, you'll fail to find anything useful in these mushy novels.”

“Jeez," Jazz answered, barely looking up at her, "you call that cheering me up?”

Luna couldn't help but laugh at that, inadvertently hurting the mare's feeling. Her eyes quickly filling up with tears, Jazz got up and suddenly ran through the back door, right were Luna’s room was.

This was actually a perfectly normal reaction. It was just Jazz being Jazz, running away as always, completely unable to keep her composure in front of Luna, and no matter how nice the Princess tried to be each and every time, the batpony had still difficulties forgetting her past life.

Gazing out the window, and having raised it minutes prior, Luna saw that the moon was just starting its celestial course.

“She woke up with the moon and hadn't put her book down since,” spoke Blues, emerging from the shadows. Anypony else would have been startled by his sudden appearance, but Luna knew he was present the entire time. Blues, he was a large and fit stallion with a black mane, and if it wasn't for his leathery wings, tuffed ears, golden slit eyes and armor specially crafted for the nightwatch over his dark grey fur, his build would have easily been mistaken for that of an earthpony's.

“I feel she is angry at me,” she said with a sigh, still looking at the moon.

“Angry at you?" Blues questioned. "And why's that, my Queen? You merely helped her.”

Same old Blues, always excessively respectful towards her; never would he disobey her orders, whatever they may be.

“I am not Queen, Blues," she corrected, "I am just Princess… or 'Luna', for you.”

He apologized. Like many batponies, there was only one princess they recognized, that being Princess Luna for obvious reasons, as they would often have trouble recalling her sister, and deity of the sun, Princess Celestia.

After a moment of silent moon-gazing had gone by, Luna softly said, “I think she wishes she hadn’t changed...”

“Nonsense!” spoke out Blues.

“Really? You weren’t very happy when it happened to you.”

“It’s different, you know it well.” Moving over to sit by her side, he contemplated the sky before them that she had painted. “Nopony can predict one’s reaction when it happens.”

Luna took a breath, her shoulders slouching as she exhaled. “Sometimes…I feel as if I'm just making things worse…”

Tearing his sights away from the scenic view just outside the window, Blues turned to her. “My Queen… Princess, you are our savior. We are grateful for every second we live, and we always will be.” Luna eventually took her eyes off the moon, looking into the stallion’s golden ones. “We love you, Princess.”

Luna was very aware of that; she could ask them anything, and they would do it without question. Sometimes, it scared her, but she had understood that it was possibly their only way of thanking her, even though she didn't considered herself their real savior.

“Tell me, where is Funk?” Luna asked, hoping to change the subject to something less dreary.

“He went for a walk after he got up, said he would be back soon." Blues raised a curious brow. "Do you happen to know what he’s doing every night?”

Softly shaking her head, Luna turned back the moon. “After all these years with him, I still get the impression that I don’t really know him… Hmm, you must think me a fool.”

“No, Princess, not at all," Blues replied with a stern shake of his head. "Funk is a very unusual pony, just like the rest of us. I mean, we're not very prominent in Canterlot’s society, and Funk can seem a little weird from time to time, but he'll never let you down. But...this, you've probably already guessed.”

Luna giggled softly. “Oh, will you someday explain to me why you’re so attached to him?”

Turning back to the moon, Blues shrugged. “He was just…a regular pony, but he was always so alone, not very fond of the orphanage he was in. He rather would have been on his own than continue living there, so he took to the street; made a living stealing until he was nineteen. But...one day, he allowed himself to trust somepony else, and this pony took advantage of him... Funk had to suffer the consequences of that.... Perhaps he just had enough of this existence, though I still don’t know why he held such a high regard for a pony who could do that to him.”

Continuing to look at the moon as if hypnotized, Luna recalled the past.

“He looked up at the moon for an instant, just one instant only; that was enough for me to hear him, to understand him…” She lowered her head. “The rest is history. One question, one answer, and then your life is changed forever.”

“Princess," Blues said, looking at her from the corner of his eye, "it seems you consider your gift to be a curse. Don’t you see the opportunity you gave us?”

“And yet…” Whatever she was about to say was never said, as she instead allowed silence to fall upon the night.

Her melancholy fading away, Luna walked to the study. Jazz had taken offence at her comments earlier, and even though that wasn't Luna's intention, she probably should still apologize. Despite the fact that Batponies had their own private barracks in the castle, they spent most of their time in the corridors, in Luna’s room, or flying over Canterlot. There weren't many of them, ten or so, but each one of them couldn't live without Luna, which was the reason why she gave them open access to her room, so they can see her if they ever needed anything.

Jazz, the most recent addition to the batpony ranks, came on a regular basis. She still had many questions regarding her new life and, because she didn't dare to ask the others, she talked about it with the Princess.

Walking over to her bedroom's door, Luna doubted she would find the batpony mare inside, but it was the only place in her home that remained quiet most of the time. After gently opening the door, Luna was dishearten to discover Jazz lying in bed under the blankets, possibly crying.

Walking silently to the bed's head-board, Luna made eye contact with Jazz, surprising her. “I… I wanted to apologize for my joke. It was of very bad taste...”

Quickly drying her tears, Jazz straightened out on the bed. “No no, you don’t have to apologize, that’s not the problem.”

“Then what is?” Luna asked, hoping to know the true cause so she could better console her.

The batpony mumbled something, then reiterated herself when she realized that she had said too much. “Actually, there is no problem.”

“Jazz,” Luna said in a doubting and suspecting tone.

The mare shook her head. “No, everything's fine, really.”

“Jazz!” Luna repeated, her voice somewhat stricter yet warm at the same time.

Her expression faltering, along with her ears drooping, Jazz turned away and sighed. “I-I don’t know… Every night, when I wake up, I think about my past life, about what I’ve done, what I could have done, and sometimes…sometimes I miss it.”

Hearing those words, Luna felt a twinge in her heart. It was as she feared, she hadn’t helped Jazz at all, quite the contrary actually…

Despite noticing Luna cringe a little, Jazz continued. “But in just seconds…it all fades away. No more regret, no more nostalgia, only…” She lowered her head, as if it hurt to voice her next words. ”Only you.”

The alicorn was taken back by that.

“Always you! Once I stand on my four hooves, I wonder where you are. When I’m hungry, I wonder what you’re eating. When I look at the sky, I can’t stop thinking about you. I wish I could recall a moment when I’m not obsessed with you, but it’s pointless to try, you sweep away everything that was me and I don’t want to be that pony anymore. I want to serve you and only you, to follow you everywhere, I have nothing else in mind. I want you to think about me as often as I think about you!”

Luna genuinely didn’t know how to respond to this.

What was she supposed to think? She had taken advantage of the charm she exerted over them since forever. Funk had been first – the first to tell her he loved her more than anything, that she was his leading light, his reason to live, his goal, his treasure. She loved him in return, and had never questioned their relation. Then there were other batponies, and just like Funk, each one of them had vowed immeasurable love to her.

Before, Luna liked to indulge herself in her relationships, but a thousand years of loneliness had changed her manners with her lovers. Each belonged with Luna and she never once rejected them. But Jazz was a delicate, sensitive mare. The first days, like any batpony's, Luna would sleep with her so she wasn’t lost, so she could stay with their 'Queen'. It usually took time for batponies to detach from her in order to become independent, but for Jazz, it never actually happened, as she only got closer to the alicorn. Luna couldn’t break Jazz's heart by forcing her from her bed, and even if she could, she wouldn’t have done it! She didn’t want to fail her guardians; they just wanted her to be happy, and she wouldn’t be the one to blame them.

“Princess?” Time had passed, and Luna was still silent, lost in thought. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to put you in this awkward situation, I’m so—” The alicorn suddenly brought her face forward, momentarily connecting her lips to Jazz's before the batpony pulled her head back in shock. “P-Princess Luna, I…”

Luna tilted her head curiously to the side. “What? Wasn’t that what you wanted?”

Jazz blushed. “Yes, of—of course I did… it’s a dream coming true,” she answered with excitement. “It’s just… I’m only…”

“Only what? A batpony? You appear to have forgotten that we've shared the same bed for days.”

Jazz couldn't shake her head any quicker. “It was after the change, I couldn’t sleep alone.”

“Oh really? It wasn’t to be with me?”

"Y—Yes," The mare said in a reedy voice, blushing even harder than before.

Luna smiled, putting Jazz slightly less on edge. “You are my batponies, you share something special with me, and I’m here to protect you. I will be here for you as you are here for me.” Stroking Jazz's neck with a hoof, Luna prompted her to bring face closer. Doing so, Jazz could feel the alicorn's warm breath so close to her; Luna was smiling at her, waiting for her to take the first step.

“I love you, Princess,” Jazz said before slowly closing the distance, allowing themselves to engage in a tender kiss.

Feeling dazzled from the sudden pleasure and excitement, Jazz began to gradually lose her balance. Noticing this, Luna removed her crown, regalia and hoofwear with her magic before gently pushing forward, placing her in a lying position atop the bed before she settled down next to her.

The two mares laid in bed, continuing their kiss as they began stroking the other’s mane. This was a wish come true for Jazz, as she had always dreamed of running her hooves through Luna's ethereal mane, to feel the tints of stars embedded in her ever flowing mane. Despite it resembling a gas blanket, Jazz soon discovered that the princess's mane had actual consistency to it and that it was soft as the finest silk.

Pulling back from the kiss, Luna looked deep into the batpony’s red eyes, unable to repress a smile; she just wanted her protégés to be happy, it was her duty, her will. Jazz was trying to hold back her excitement, but she was unable to keep her membranous wings from twitching, nor could she hide her flushed face and hampering breathing. Luna wanted to let Jazz choose what would suit her best, but the batpony wouldn't dare to take the initiative before the Princess.

A few minutes had passed since their first kiss, and already Jazz was starting to forgetting what Luna's soft lips felt like.

Wanting to correct that, she brought her face closer to the Princess’, who didn’t evade, but instead, pressed her mouth onto her's almost violently. After the batpony’s tongue prodded at alicorn’s lips, Luna opened them, allowing it in to meet with her's before the two moist muscles began mixing and dancing over each other as they traveled back and forth into the other’s mouth; occasionally, Luna would run her tongue over her partner’s two pointy canines, dedicating the felt sensations to memory. Jazz was burning with excitement, but restricted herself to long, drawn out kisses, using her own pent up frustrations to push back against the Princess’ more than eager lips.

Laying on her back, the alicorn used her magic to suddenly lift Jazz of the bed before placing her onto her chest where the two females then silently stared at one another. Blue eyes gazed deeply into the other mare’s red’s, a color quickly becoming predominant on both their cheeks. Placing her hooves on Jazz’s back, Luna slowly ran them up, the contact eliciting a shiver from the batpony. Believing that her reaction was because her hooves were cold, The Princess of the Night paused, too hesitant to go on, but was soon relieved when the other mare offered her a kiss.

Resuming where they left off, the two continued to writhe against one another as their mouths and tongues mingled in an interlocked embrace, neither wanting to stop, but neither daring to take the act a step further. So the kiss went on, and even though they both took great pleasure in the other, frustration began to take shape in their bodies. However, moments later, Jazz quickly withdrew as she was breathless and had to stop herself, much to the Princess’ concern.

“Is something wrong?” Luna asked, looking up at her in worry.

“No…no," Jazz answered with labored breath, shaking her head before blushing profusely. "It’s just that...I never did...it.”

“It’s your first time with another mare?" Luna asked in a reassuring voice. "Do not worry, I will—” Jazz suddenly shook her head almost violently, wordlessly cutting her off.

“No, never did. Never.”

It took the Princess a few moments for her mind to process Jazz's meaning before she finally understood, her eyes widened as she answered with, “Oh.” Seconds later, her surprised expression was replaced with a mischievous grin. “Then allow me to take care of you…”

Hearing Luna say that, and in such a sultry tone, Jazz thought her heart was going to burst out of her chest. A part of her feared of what the Princess might do, but at the same time, another was dreadfully excited.

After planting her hooves around Luna and putting strength into them, she stood up, her body partially casting a shadow over the Princess before being playfully grabbed by her and placed on her back, reversing their positions. With Luna now being the one to tower over her, and their gazes once again fixating on each other, she parted a strand of obscuring hair from her protégé’s sweet face, revealing her red eyes that always clashed with her white mane and grey coat; yet, right now, in the middle of this dark night, there was some sort of harmony in these colors.

“I love you Princess,” Jazz muttered softly, looking up at her with a loving gaze.

Her wings shuffling slightly as she returned the tender gaze, Luna folded them back to her sides as she lowered her head, replying with a kiss. Returning it with the muffled sounds of her moans, Jazz offered her lips and her whole body to her leader. Slowly, Luna shifted lower from the batpony’s mouth, crossing the hollow of her neck as she caressed it with her tongue before lightly pinching the skin with her teeth, making the mare flinch and Luna chuckle.

“Ticklish?” she whispered in a teasing manner, her warm breath felt on the batpony’s neck. Jazz couldn’t hold back any longer, she felt as if her body was going to explode. “Or just excited?”

Not waiting for an answer, Luna went down languorously on Jazz’s chest, her hooves running along her body, causing her to shiver. Luna carried on slowly, and stopped inches away from Jazz’s most intimate part, kissing and licking the batpony's lower abdomen, who couldn’t help but fidget under all these quivering sensations.

“Stay calm, will you?” Luna said as she held Jazz’s flanks firmly, making her moan; she was getting closer now.

No longer trying to play with the poor batpony’s nerves, Luna finally offered the desired sensations, her tongue probing at the pony’s lower-lips that were glistening from her arousal. She was incredibly wet down there due to her excitement, as this was her first time being intimate, and with a princess no less.

After curiously flicking her tongue on Jazz's clit, electing a coo from the mare, Luna pulled back and looked at her, their eyes meeting for just a second. One was blushing heavily, embarrassed, while the other seemed to be waiting for a reaction, one that soon came once she slipped her tongue inside Jazz, causing her to tightly shut her eyes closed as a loud moan was drawn out from her. Jazz resisted the urge to gyrate her hips forward, as she didn’t dare to be rough in front of her Queen, but she still desired for her Majesty to go faster and deeper more than anything. As if reading her protégé’s mind, Luna put more effort into her tongue, her licks becoming rougher while occasionally pushing deeper into the mare’s body.

Wanting to play with her desires, Luna gave a long and deep lick along Jazz’s vulva, her breathing becoming louder and more frequent with each stroke. Minutes later, the alicorn broke contact with the batpony's sex to meet her partner’s crimson gaze, fluids covering the lips of her mischievous grin.

“Princess…” Jazz uttered between two gasps, her lower-lips now feeling cold without Luna's muzzle there to warm it. “It was… wonderful.”

“Was?” chuckled Luna before playfully shaking her head. “Oh, it's far from being over.”

As to accentuate her words, a wandering hoof made light contact with her guardian’s crotch, causing her to throw her head back from the sudden sensation. Far from being over? Jazz thought it was over, but Luna seemed to have other things in mind.

Watching the mare squirming with pleasure made the lunar mare laugh, and she didn’t restrain herself to deepen her hoof strokes. Always wanting to do more, Luna approached her salivating maw to the little bulge that exceeded from Jazz's lower-lips. Once she wrapped it around her lips, she made it dance with the tip of her tongue, poking and prodding at it while continuing her hoof-strokes on Jazz's slick vulva. That was too much for the young pony, and as she panted and moaned into her hooves covering her mouth, she wanted only one thing: explode in Luna.

‘'Princess," she manged to squeak out. "I can’t…’’

Her words fell on deaf ears, as Luna had intensified the pace of her strokes. Jazz wanted to get out, she didn’t want to tarnish her queen, but she was held in place by powerful hooves wrapped around the base of her hindlegs, the princess's grip strengthening while the pressure kept building.

‘'P-Princess !’’

Finally hearing her, Luna chose that moment to withdraw her mouth from her partner's privates before the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her head still buzzing from all of Luna's sensations, Jazz let out a long moan, trying to keep her mouth closed to prevent herself from shouting.

‘’Did you like it ?’’ asked a low voice around her hind legs. ‘’I'll admit that I haven't had much practice with mares.’’

Jazz struggled to reopen her eyes, as she was half-dreaming. When managed to see again, she found the image of her queen, laying close to her privates and cleaning her hoof with her tongue. Her excitement renewed itself almost instantly.

Once it began to naturally die down, Jazz felt a hint of embarrassment in that stream of passion. That was a phantasm made real, a dream, a utopia, but still, seeing her queen behaving like that for a simple guard didn’t make her smile as much as before.

‘’Sorry, princess, I shouldn’t have…’’ Jazz said as she made movements to get up and stand, only to be stopped by Luna's embrace.

"Now where are you going?’’ she asked into the batpony's fur.

Jazz lowered her gaze, thinking of what she had just done to her. ‘’You’re my leader… I’m just a guardian of the night… You didn’t have to play my stupid game…. You’re my queen!!’’ she kept repeating that to herself, again and again. She wanted to flee, leave far away, thinking back to what recent transpired and cursing herself for that, but it was useless, as Luna still prevented her from leaving. Jazz didn’t want to stay there, and she was ready to ignore her mistress, but the ruler of the night wasn’t quite like any other mare. When the batpony tried to flee, strong hooves pinned her on the bed. ‘’Please, stop that!’’ she cried, finding herself once again under her queen.

Luna stayed fixated on Jazz’s body; there was no anger, no sadness in her gaze, only curiosity. Lowering her head a few inches away from Jazz's face, she whispered, ‘’What’s wrong?’’

Finding it hard to look her princess back in the eye, Jazz turned her head away. "You’re a princess, I’m just a guardian…why are you doing this?’’

Luna got even closer. "You’re a batpony, someone I found one night when you turned to the moon for help. I answered, and I promised to watch over you, to bring you love and protection."

"But you can’t do that!" Jazz voiced as she swiftly turned back to her, her eyes moistening.

"Really?’’ Luna questioned, slowly closing what little distance remained between them. Jazz knew very well what she was planning on doing, but made no attempts to stop her when the princess's lips rejoined with her own. She enjoyed the smells that flooded the mouth of her mistress. Some mares didn’t like that, but Luna noticed that she didn’t care, she even seemed to like it, licking the corners of the mare’s lips. Her tongue also tasted a flavor that Jazz could have describ as salty. Stopping their long kiss, Luna cast her a judging gaze. ‘’You don’t seem to stop, though."

Her worried eyes looking downward, Jazz softly gave her reply. "I love you Princess…. But I think you’re only doing this for me."

"Of course I’m doing this for you." Luna said. "You’re MY batpony; you’re from my bloodline, and as such, I need to protect each of you and make you happy."

"But you don’t share the same love...’ Jazz answered with a downtrodden shake of her head.’

Luna smiled before craning her neck forward and pressing her forehead against Jazz's.

‘’I love you all more than anyone; to me, you’re all equally as important. I share my nights with you simply because I enjoy your company. During the day, I feel lonesome, helpless against all these ponies that always seemed to get bored of the night. But you, you’re the bearers of the Moon spirit; it's there, sparkling in your eyes. You’re all so dear to me, and I’m only looking to show you the love I have for all of you, at every second of the night."

"But your rank… you can’t…"

"My rank doesn’t have anything to do with it!" Luna interjected. "I love you, and you love me, I fail to see how me being a Princess matters at all.’’

The batpony remained there speechless, Luna moved to lie by Jazz's side, silently giving her an ultimatum: stay or leave. She didn’t want to force them to love her.

Playing with a strand of hair from Jazz’s mane, Luna spoke. ‘’A thousand years, a thousand years of loneliness. That’s enough to ruin your social capabilities with others… maybe I’m making a mistake on how to do it, maybe I’m doing too much… I love you and that’s the only thing that matters, but I won’t force you to do things that you don’t like.’’

Still on her back, Jazz turned her head towards the alicorn so she could face her, finding that the sadness wasn’t in her queen’s eyes just yet, but sorrow was evident on her expression. The young mare blamed herself for that. They loved each other, that was the most important thing, right? Guilt tightened Jazz’s throat. Luna showed her all the love she had for her, and the only thing she was doing was shirking from it.

‘’I already told you Princess, I love you," Jazz reaffirmed, bringing a soft smile to Luna's face.

Despite being royalty, she was still quite the socially awkward pony, and the only ones with whom she was still able to talk with were her own guards or her sister. She should feel lonely. Jazz loved her and she wanted her to be as happy as she could. Why did she only think of stopping their embraces?

The young mare felt more confident and wanted to give Luna the same pleasures she enjoyed just a moment before. Unable to keep herself away from the mouth of her queen, she used the same technique she learned from her mentor. Slowly running over the mare’s lips, she buried her muzzle in the crook of her neck. Luna, already tensed with apprehension, couldn’t help but squirm when Jazz let her tongue slip all the way.

‘’I guess there’s someone even more ticklish than me~" the batpony coyly remarked, exploiting the mare of the night's most sensitive part, laughing as she tired in vain to stop her with her hooves.

Their squabble lasted for some minutes, during which the two mares struggled everywhere atop the sheets. When they finally stopped rolling on the bed to catch their breath, they choked. Now, it was the turn of the batpony to be the one lying on Luna’s body. Staring at her with her turquoise blue eyes, Luna saw that Jazz wanted to pleasure her, wanted her queen to be satisfied with her. Without a word, she then lowered herself on the alicorn’s hind legs.

She never did that with anypony before, but that shouldn’t be too hard, she thought. Her rump against the princess, Jazz didn’t notice that they were in quite an intimate position. Still, Luna didn’t seem to mind, and upset the mare even less, settling to stroke her flanks with her hooves.

Jazz closed her eyes, and allowed herself to be driven by a wild, animal-like impulse, tenderly nearing her tongue all the way to her mistress's vulva. The first wave of sensations made the princess shiver, who rested on her hooves to get her pelvis closer to the batpony, still massaging her flanks.

Not knowing the best way to proceed, Jazz settled to roll her tongue, her eyes falling on the tail of the nightly mare; it was like having the sky only a few inches away from your face, with the Milky Way at your hooftips. No longer caring for what was happening around her, and as if hypnotized by the secrets of the Princess, Jazz was surprised to feel a wet sensation at her crotch, and couldn’t help but let out a surprised yelp.

‘’Sorry, but it’s my turn!’’ Jazz declared.

‘’I don’t see why I should stay here doing nothing, but please, continue,’’ Luna answered with a small smile before sensually licking at the mare’s privates again.

Exhilarated by the praise, both physical and morally provided by the alicorn, Jazz refused to go soft and buried her muzzle between the wide-spread legs of her queen, Luna doing pelvis movements on tempo with the batpony's broad tongue strokes. Quickly, their motions synchronized, the two driven by the shared sensations that they both gave and received. Once Jazz grew more adventurous however, she began to delve deeper into the alicorn, prompting Luna to moan, signalling her pleasure to the bat mare. Until told otherwise, Jazz didn’t dare take the initiative, however, that wouldn't stop herself from expressing her passion to her beloved queen.

Allowing herself to be carried by the rhythm and the strokes, the tension built so much within Jazz that the following sensations became almost torturous to her, most of her efforts going into ensuring that Luna's own experience felt just as pleasurable as hers. Raising her hooves, Jazz then used them to spread her mistress's lower lips a bit wider, allowing her tongue to dive even further into her. The desired reaction didn't take long, as Luna, with her mouth pressed against the batpony's crotch, released a muffled cry of ecstasy, stimulating Jazz in return.

Utter pleasure overran the princess, Jazz receiving a flood of her love fluids in her mouth and all over her muzzle. Despite indulging herself in similar sensations, Jazz however didn't want to cum just yet, and she wasn't going to stop until she reached her peak. Luna understood it quickly and, wanting to make the mare whose gestures gave her more displeasure than pleasurable pauses, increased her licks on the vulva before her. She took care of brushing her tongue against Jazz's inner walls, being thorough as to cover every part she could with saliva. The pleasure wracked through the gray mare's body as she pushed a bit more her pelvis against the lunar mare's face, preventing her from withdrawing.

Expecting to receive the same from Luna, Jazz then increased her movements, gradually adding to the alicorn's building pleasure with every kiss she planted on her labia. With Luna returning the bat mare's efforts in kind, it didn't take long before they both gasped loudly around the other's sex while their backs arched, the two mares overwhelmed by the tsunami of pleasure that coursed through their very beings as they finally reached their climax.

Jazz’s head buzzed, the mare barely managing to stand on her hooves. She only desired one thing at that moment: to sleep close to Luna’s warm body and never being away from it. When she turned back, she saw Luna, her muzzle coated with her secretions. A tint of red hit Jazz's cheeks, but the princess didn’t seem to be embarrassed at all, au contraire. Taking one of Jazz's hooves, she pulled brought the batpony’s face to her own in a fiery kiss, their tongues swapping and savoring the taste of the other.

Soon deciding to simply rest on the bed, the two held their hooves together, closing their eyes as they enjoyed sensuously sweet post-coital kisses, all while Luna unfolded a wing over the two sweating bodies. It was hot with the princess by her side, yet Jazz wanted to curl against her body, to take in the sweet scent of her queen again and again. Jazz's body was then surrounded by the hooves of her divine, kept in the princess's lap with her chin atop the batmare's head. She wasn’t sleepy, but with Luna by her side, she wouldn’t dare to move, not for anything in the world.

To Jazz, everything was for the princess. Every thought was for her. Not a doubt, not a reproach.

Luna loved all her batponies. She would do anything for them. They shared a special bond with her, and were gifted with a bit of her power thanks to the moon. They could do anything with their bestowed abilities, and Luna would never blame them for what they chose to do with them.

‘’Princess?’’ Jazz asked meekly against the princess's torso. In response, the alicorn tightened her embrace on the batpony, letting out a warm sigh. ‘’You love...all the guardians?"

Eyes still closed, Luna answered with, "Yes, all."

Chapter 2

Some time flew by and still neither of them wanted to leave, the two natually falling into slumber as a result.

Their rest was short-lived, however, as the door was soon opened abruptly by two batponies entering the room. Quickly, Jazz, in her panicked awakened state, extricated herself from the hooves of her queen, hiding her body within the sheets.

‘’Don’t you two know how to knock?!’’ she shouted at the intruders from beneath the covers.

‘’Mom never asked me to knock, so I won’t start with you!’’ Funk, a blue-eyed and pale blue-maned bat stallion, answered so rudely.

‘’I'm sorry, my queen," Blues apologized, respecting protocol by bowing to his liege, "but you wanted me to warn you as soon as Funk was back.’’

Luna could forgive the sudden intrusion, but the title she could not. "I’m not 'queen', Blues!" she shouted to him in annoyance before facing funk. "And Funk, is it too much to ask for you to be less…brutal?’’

The batpony in question didn’t even try to apologize, instead opting to climb atop the bed with his wicked smile on his face.

‘’But I think that’s what you both need: something…brutal," he said, getting closer to Luna’s face to say that last word. She tried to stay neutral in front of that batpony, who, as usual, was going too far, but once again, she failed when a smile she was unable to contain escaped.

‘’Hey, get lost!’ Jazz had shouted, emerging from under the blanket with an irritated expression trained on Funk. Luna got out of her thoughts and tried to calm the mare.

‘’Jazz, don’t be so rude," Luna scolded, wishing to calm the mare. "You know how Funk can be."

"I don’t care, I want him to leave!" Jazz hissed with a shake of her head.

Jazz would keep her own questions reserved for Luna, but for the rest, she'd want to speak with the other members of Luna's guard. She even felt a need to discuss their pasts with them, a heavy topic which she rarely brought up. Funk was the most secretive one. His attitude was tolerable enough, and he loved to talk about anything really. Except for himself, of course. He didn't really have much about himself to talk about. For him there was just the alarm clock which woke him up, Princess Luna, and their nightly-group that he'd usually spend his night with.

Luna didn’t understand the mare's reaction. They were a team, a family, they loved each other as they loved Luna. They all shared--like the Princess herself--a special bond with the very same lunar orb that grants them life. So why was she so reluctant with them? Reaching over to Jazz, the alicorn put a hoof on her still cloth-covered shoulder.

‘’Jazz, Funk isn’t so bad," Luna said. "True, he...lacks tact, but he’s like you."

"But we’re not the same!" Jazz answered with a shake of her head before covering her face.

"But he shares your feelings as well," Luna pleaded, hoping to get her point across to the mare. In respond, Jazz raised an ear from her hiding place, bringing a small, hopeful smile to the princess's face. ‘’What you feel for me, it’s clear that you’re all in the same situation. I want you all to be happy, Jazz."

"Well, don’t count on me, this guy is so rude!" Jazz answered, pointing a hoof at the stallion in question.

"Then I guess you’ll just have to learn to share!’’ On that, Funk positioned himself on all fours above Luna, pinning her beneath his legs. ‘’But don’t worry, we’re all here for you.’’ From her under the cover, Jazz couldn’t see the tricky smile that he surely had.

There was a look exchanged between the alicorn and her guard, and right after that, comforting silence.

With her ear still sticking out, the batpony could hear movement from the two. Would she dare risk a peak from under the safety of her bed covers?

No, she wouldn't.

Though she had to admit, the stroking noises were making her very curious. She didn’t want to see that however, so she would continue playing deaf until he'd leave.

Moments later, Jazz decided to emerge from the covers when she heard a breathy sigh coming from the mouth of the princess.

With what she saw, Jazz would soon wonder she stayed. She didn’t want to watch this, she was angry with Funk,but she didn’t want to leave Luna, much less disappoint her. Facing the show, her first reaction was a feeling of anger and disgust. But those feeling didn't last. Instead, she was dumbstruck to see her queen being kissed by the rude batpony. She wanted more than anything in the world to get closer to the frantic duo. To feel the heat of their two bodies, to have the tip of her lips press against the still-sweating body of her divine, to lay between her hooves, and even his as well.

Don't get her wrong, Jazz was still angry with Funk, but she was even more upset with herself. She knew what they all felt for Luna, felt the same shame. She invaded their thoughts, day in and day out; everything they were was about her, and Jazz was ready to put such reservations aside just so she could enjoy this. Her behavior was disgusting, full of jealousy and cupidity. Now, she only wanted to be forgiven.

Humming into Funk's mouth, Luna cracked an eye open when she felt the bed shift, spotting Jazz getting nearer to the two. She raised a hoof to bring her close, and only broke contact with Funk when the batpony’s face was close enough to take over. There was no more discomfort, no more disgust, no more bitterness from Jazz. Just a fleeting moment together full of love.

Luna tried to alternate to avoid getting one of them jealous, but just like baby birds, the two batponies would always ask for more. They didn’t want to appear too eager, it’s just that they had trouble paying attention to everything else during this kind of situation.

Funk, soon tired of sharing, decided to search for some fun of his own below. Almost immediately, Luna reacts.

“Unable to wait, hmm?" she hummed to him, a teasing smirk present on her face. "Will it kill you to make things last longer?”

His head rising between the hind legs of the alicorn, Funk spoke with a large smile!

“Heh, don’t act like it’s bothering you, Mom.”

Mom. Funk always called her like that. A simple nickname at first, but it turned to be a real gesture of consideration from the batpony. Luna, a mother?

The alicorn already explained to him that she couldn’t play that role, but the stallion wouldn't hear of that. Luna was the only mare who took care of him. For him, she was the closest thing to a mother. The mare of the night gave in to simply be his queen and was even, on some occasions, played to his game, only asking for him to never call her like that in public.

Remaining close to Luna, Jazz awaited for her next order. But, seeing the new game played by the stallion, she couldn’t help herself but move to Luna's lower end and join him. Funk seemed to be used to that kind of contact with the princess, but the batpony wasn’t stupid. With her, being the most recent batpony, it was clear that Luna had already offered similar pleasure to the other guards. Still, she wanted to pleasure her queen.

“Leave me some space!" Jazz ordered the stallion.

"Ha, in your dreams! There’s only room for one," he answered, slightly parting his lips from the alicorn’s privates to say that.

"Stop fighting, you two!" their mistress scolded. "Jazz, Funk is right, you can do this together very well,” she said that with a wicked smile, not letting any space for the doubt. The batpony mirrored that smile and made with her colleague to be as close as they could to her queen.

The two tongues didn’t operate in sync, traversing freely towards the area of the alicorn’s labia. When one managed to slip inside her love canal, the other would trace around the outside, rolling the princess’ clitoris between their lips like a pink candy. Luna was already on the edge, her legs widely spread to allow as much space as she could to her two protégés.

Eventually, the two batponies bumped heads, their faces nearing as they decided to cooperate in order to increase the princess's pleasure. Their combined efforts bored success, as they soon had to hold back their laughter from seeing their princess unable to refrain herself new stimuli.

But it wasn’t over yet.

Snaking a hoof behind Funk’s head, Jazz, without warning, suddenly pushed him forward, burying his muzzle further into Luna's legs. The stallion's eyes widened in response, his muzzle now pressed against the alicorn, every frantic breath he took tickling Luna's wet lowerlips. Once Funk recovered, he didn’t step back, instead choosing to just cast a sly look towards Jazz, promising her a revenge as sweet as that one.

With him returning to his ministrations, Luna didn’t hold back her cries of ecstasy, her hoof resting atop Funk's head as she bit the pillow while her orgasm engulfed her.

Jazz chuckled, watching Funk as he slowly stepped aside while his tongue kept licking. His muzzle was utterly drenched with their queen's nectar. Soon hypnotized by Funk’s mouth motions, the mare stopped laughing.

She then adopted an agape mouthed expression when he slowly withdrew from the Princess’ vulva, a thin strand of clear fluid connecting his lips to her lower ones. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he put a hoof on the young mare’s neck and brought her to him, allowing her to enjoy the gift of the Night Princess. Jazz wanted to step back at first, but he held her tightly.

After a split second, all her resistance was lost when the stallion slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He had Luna’s taste. His tongue, his mouth, his muzzle, all were covered with the flavor of the Princess, and Jazz was almost jealous. That’s why she took great care to lick Funk’s muzzle and chin before getting back to his mouth, to mix the fruit of their labor.

Breaking their kiss, the stallion put his front against the mare’s, his breathing heavy while he had a voracious smile plastered on his face.

“I give you some, but you'll have to give me more!” he laughed between breaths.

Far from intimidated, Jazz put a hoof around his neck and pulled him closer.

“Hmm, I see that you've learned to make peace,” Luna said while getting back onto her stomach, putting a hoof under her chin as she checked on Blues.

The aforementioned batpony had stayed seated in the room during the entire scene. He wasn’t disgust by the show he just watched, not at all, but he always held some reservations on accepting that kind of relation with her queen.

He had enjoyed it, loved it rather, but what he really hated were the regrets he'd feel afterwards. He loved Luna, he loved to serve and protect her, and he couldn't accept the idea of sharing this kind of intimate connection with this queen, with the one he swore to protect. But he did love her, so much….

Blues bowed his before Luna. She knew he was somewhat reluctant, never one to insist, but she could read him like an open book. He was just dying to join her, and for her to deny him would be the worse thing she could ever do to him. As she continued to stare at him, her mouth slowly creased into a welcoming smile.

In response, the stallion raised his head, yet had trouble meeting his queen’s glance. He loved her, admired her even, but he didn’t want to treat her that way; he wanted her to stay his queen, not his partner. But she was still there.

Even after their first time intimate, she was still there. She wasn't disappointed by his role, not at all disgusted by his behavior. She loved him, just like she loved all her other batponys, and they loved her back. He didn’t want to change that, yet needed to protect her, to do what she asked…

Slowly, he approached her, his armor--which he always kept on even when off duty---was engulfed in a blue aura coming from the horn of the Princess. He allowed her to remove it until there was nothing left to hide his light gray coat. Taking hold of his helmet within her magical grasp, Luna removed that was well, freeing his dark mane to roll down to his neck.

Luna blushed when she took in the sight of his sweet face. The soldier always had a strict look about him, but with no more military ornaments, there was a charming pony with a more-so charming face and bewitching look. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the stallion's real jewels that were his eyes.

Being the proper gentle-stallion that he was, Blues waited for his mistress's order before climbing atop the bed. Luna, however, wasn't one to care about his self-imposed protocol and the rules. She simply wanted him to be happy in this moment, to be detached from all duty.

Her horn glowed once more as she lifted the batpony, Blues letting her without protest while she laid him on his back at a corner of the bed. Luna moved to lay on her stomach, staring at him to see his eyes turn from calm to panicked. It was too fast for him, but she quickly worked to reassure him.

As she began sliding her hooves all along his body, she neared her face to his until it was just a few inches away. Blues was petrified under the blue-eyed gaze of the Princess, whom he could have sworn to see stars twinkle within her eyes. Luna paused for a second, stealing a kiss before continuing her hooves dance over the stallion’s belly, all while his excitement began to protrude from his sheath.

Until it'd be at full mast, Luna didn’t pay attention the batpony's stallionhood much mind. However, moments later, she suddenly took hold of it with one of her hooves, eliciting a surprised and breathless gasp from Blues. She stood motionless, smirking at him while surprise was plastered on his face. He loved her, and wanted to be with her much more than everything else.

Still piercing at him with her blue eyes, she proceeded with slow hoof motions along Blue’s penis. He gripped the sheet with his hooves, wanting to remain in control of himself in order to not jump his queen like a wild animal. Luna, however, had her mouth watering as she slowly lowered towards the stallion’s erection. He was long and firm, with a palpable tension.

She smiled when she saw the stallion's sight follow her as she lowered, as he was curious to know what will happen next. Still staring at him, she quickly rolled her tongue onto the tip of his shaft. Blues already gritted his teeth; seeing his queen in such a scandalous situation was always something incredibly exciting. But he wanted it to last.

Opening her mouth, her lips then engulfed the tip of his penis, but stopped just short of a few inches, just enough so she could play with her tongue, rolling it around her new toy. His blue gaze upon him was so pure, so innocent, it bewitched him even more than the pleasures she gave him.

He could already hear some suckling noises when her mouth then explored the rest of his member. He was long, but luckily, the alicorn had some practice. Funk stood by as a observer for the scene, while Luna slowly engulfed more of the stallion’s shaft into her mouth.

He was still with Jazz, kissing the mare who has her mouth pressed against his. Every lick she gave held the possibility to taste a bit more her favorite princess. Funk didn’t send her off, but he seemed distracted, as she was attracting by something else. Still in their heated kiss, Jazz met the gaze of the batpony, seeing that all his attention was turned towards his mother.

The batpony mare refused to be ignored. Wrapping her hooves around the stallion’s neck, she then attacked his lips more fiercely with her own. She was a mere few inches away from his dark blue eyes, eyes that were torn between passion and anger. Yes, he loved Luna, but they were also all linked. Funk didn’t try to resist, and Jazz made him understand that he shouldn’t. When she broke their embrace, it was to ask the male to direct a little more attention for her. Suddenly, the blue gaze of the stallion's turned blank. A wild glimpse fell into the bottom of his eyes, and for a moment, the Jazz didn’t recognize him anymore.

He threw her into a corner of the bed, Jazz breathless when she landed on her back. Less than a second later, Funk was already above her, shadowing over her and preventing her from escaping. He was the beast, she was the prey.

He wore a wild, ferocious smile when he neared his face to the mare’s throat. A hot snort escaped from his nostrils, letting her shiver, not knowing if she should enjoy or fear the moment. Funk was the oldest batpony, and so the most dangerous.

His primal instinct lead him to the mare’s throat, where she was the most vulnerable. However, after closing his eyes and slowly regaining consciousness, he went towards her mouth, where the pulses seemed to be even stronger. He opened his eyes abruptly, blue iris that seemed huge compared to the pupils that shrank like a cat, his gaze still containing that wild glimpse inside.

While kissing the other mare, Funk quickly cast a glance towards Luna. The night princess was still bent over the raising shaft of the stallion, however, she looked sideways towards Funk. That look, he knew it: an underlying warning. He was setting himself up for future consequences if the alicorn disapproved of what he was doing with Jazz, but how could he act different?

Was that was how Luna showed her love? By putting everything in her mouth? Did she have a thousand years of loneliness to blame, to apologize for that need to share her feelings like one shares a piece of hay? A thousand years had turned their princess into a whore, and that whore was their queen. Regardless, they all loved her, and would obey all her whims until their final days.

We weren’t angels, Funk thought to himself. You could see it on our faces, but do we have a millennium of exile to be thankful for? Maybe I was still hurting, maybe I was just losing my head, but I didn’t know any more if I simply loved her or if she did everything to let me stay close to her. So Mom, please, tell me if I’m wrong, or if I should just leave this place forever.

Funk turned back to the mare between his hooves. She hung on them and looked up at the stallion with a sultry look. She waited on him, she wanted him. They fought at first, but now, she had forgotten everything so the two could just enjoy the night. Jazz was the youngest batpony, the most recent, she still ignored a lot of things about her powers and their drawbacks, but Luna already took care of everything, she would stay forever with her to explain. If only she could see Luna the way he saw her. She would see a more finely-detailed and contrasted portrait than that of a simple princess.

“Stop day dreaming!” Jazz had ignored his warnings to look to the stallion with a loving and sincere gaze. But the idiot only saw the Princess and his little soldier. However, Jazz was also a batpony, and had some weapons as well. She simply flew out from under the stallion’s hind legs, which prompted him to turn his head in search of her. She reappeared at his side, launched at a high speed to crash headlong into him.

He stood breathless, as her before.

In response to that display, Luna rose abruptly, letting Blues and his stallionhood at ease while she abandoned him to see what was happening with the two brutal romantics. Thankfully, Funk only fell a few inches away from the first couple.

“What’s wrong with you two?" Luna exclaimed. "We can’t leave you alone for five minutes before you start a fight!”

Funk was too dazed to explain himself, but his defense would have been to blame the newbie. She didn’t even care for the alicorn’s words.

“You like it when it’s wild?!” Jazz said with a smile, her head, as well as her ears, lowered. She approached nonchalantly towards her victim, who only had a tiny speck of the wild pulse that pushed him against her a few moments prior. Now she had the advantage over him, and she would enjoy it fully.

Luna smiled as she watched the scene play out before her very eyes.

The dark blue pony slightly jumped with a hiccup when the young mare violently grabbed his shaft, which was ready for quite some time. He made her wait, and now she would have her revenge. She started with long, slow movements of her tongue from top of his shaft to the bottom. Not knowing the best way to do it, as well as her lack of experience, she settled for long tonguing while she continued her hoof work.

Seeing Jazz's difficulties with the task at hoof, Luna searched for a solution to help her. Getting an idea, she placed Blues by her side and laid him next to the Funk without resisting. Neither of the two stallions exchanged a look with each other. Luna then faced her protégé and the stallionhood she was having trouble with. She cast a knowing look to Jazz who could only smile back while blushing. The alicorn freed one of the strands of her ethereal mane before putting a hoof on Funk's mast, which shuddered from the contact.

Jazz ceased moving, understanding the little game the Princess wanted her to play. Like friends applying make up on each other to show their techniques and tips, Luna would teach her the proper ways to give a blowjob, for the pleasure of the two stallions, but also for herself and her protégé. Like Funk used to say: “I give a bit and you give me more.”

Once Luna started, Jazz took great care mimicking the same movements as her queen. Starting with precise licks on the tip of the stallion’s penis, the two opened their mouths and engulfed the heads of their respective shafts, the two mares moving lower while they kept massaging the long and hard members. The batponys were in heaven, and their faces showed even greater pleasure when the two mares increased the speed of their sucking motions.

In response to her efforts, Funk put a hoof atop Jazz's head. True, she practiced it more than she needed to, but she was never able to maintain the shaft very deeply in her mouth, contrary to her divine besides her that had easily touched Blue's lower abdomen with her muzzle, her tongue stroking his balls, despite the stallionhood's length.

Swatting his hoof off her head, Jazz got back into position, then faced Funk so she could have a better axis. She landed her lips on the tip of his shaft before slowly go down to not lose her focus. Luna, seeing this, had slowed her own gestures to watch the mare. The dark blue batpony bit his lips when he felt the tongue of his sweet all along his shaft. She rose on her hooves so he can have a better angle towards her throat and, painfully slow, went down inches by inches.

Pride and happiness went through Jazz--and in her throat--when she finally managed to touch Funk's lower abdomen. Luna was stroking Funk's neckline, but, without warning, the stallion suddenly put a hoof on Jazz's head. At first, the contact was of the friendly sort, to remove a strand of white mane from the young mare’s face, but soon after, he grabbed that mane while moving his pelvis back a bit before joining the two parts in one sharp thrust.

Jazz immediately struggled. She choked, the shaft still lodged deep into her throat. Her bucks against Funk's hind legs seemed ineffective. She had her muzzled pressed against his groin area and was trying to get some air. Luna harshly put Funk’s hoof aside before glaring angrily at him.

“Are you nuts?!” Jazz shouted after freeing herself, coughing. “What did you want, to strangle me or break my jaw?” Her coughs made her question if he made it towards the very end of her throat. As usual, Funk chose to make fun of the situation and laugh at the mare.

“What? Don’t tell me you didn't like it?" he said, grinning to her. "Strangle? I’m flattered, thanks. You wanted to learn, and you’ll remember than one in your memory…heh, or in your throat."

"You little…” Jazz couldn't end her sentence, as Luna had unfolded a wing and used it to block her way towards the stallion, who already crossed his hooves behind his head.

“Funk doesn’t know how to act properly," Luna said. "He doesn’t even know how to be kind and polite with the others. I will take care of him, you can go with Blues."

"Anytime you want, babe!" Funk added with wink.

"Asshole," she cursed to the rude stallion before moving to Blues, who was very discreet for quite some time.

No pony knew what to do anymore. One had joined their queen in bed, and the other had her needs forcibly stuck down her throat. Funk always somewhat reluctant with the bonds that linked him to the others batponys. Yes, they were his brothers and sisters. He felt that inside him; every one of them was a part of Luna, and he could only appreciate their company, even if he had difficulties admitting that. However, the feelings he had for Jazz were quite peculiar.

Being the youngest batpony, she was quite fearful of the others guards before really opening herself up to them and giving them her trust. Blues had experienced the same thing. At first, he was a bit reluctant to bond with any of them, as he had never shared with anything else than with Luna. He was like a newborn foal was thrown into a kindergarten full of hyperactive kids; it was normal for him to search out the only one he knew. But, by outside compassion, Blues had always been attracted by the mare.

Maybe it was just an instinct, a natural need for him to protect her, like a big brother who watches from afar. He always kept an eye on the young recruit, and tried, very discreetly, not to upset her, to keep her away from anything that could hurt her. But Jazz? Did she even share a bit of what he felt for her?

He cast a downward look towards the mare in question, trying not to meet her gaze, but when he raised his eyes towards her, he saw a stray tear fall. His protective nature then took hold and he rose quickly to sit next to her. She was hesitant when he put a hoof on her shoulder, something quite normal after what just happened to her. But finally, she rose her red eyes to the soldier.

“Calm down, Funk is a dick, but don’t pay him any attention," Blues whispered.

"No," Jazz replied with a shake of her head. "It’s just that...I wanted this to be special." She then lowered her head forlornly, uttering only, "Great..."

"Hey, If that dickhead can’t be kind, then you don’t have to do it at all with him."

"You don’t get it, I’m…” Unable to end her sentence, she looked way. Wanting her to look him in the eyes, Blues placed a hoof under her chin and lifted her head.

“You’re...?"

"It’s...it's the first time that…”

There was no need for her to finish speaking, as Blues already understood what she was trying to make him understand discreetly. Unfortunatly, however, it was not nearly quiet enough to avoid being picked up by the other batpony stallion's ear from the other side of the bed.

Extracting himself from the Princess's mouth, Funk turned to the couple before shouting, “What?! Is Jazz a virgin? I mean, she has a lack of practice for blowjobs, but I would never have guessed that she was a virgin before the change.”

Wanting to cease his chortling, Luna gripped the stallions jaw with a hoof before pressing her lips against his, silencing him. They locked sights with each other, both with not only flames in the eyes, but with passion. Jazz then looked away from Blues, unable to support her gaze with him any longer as she turned her back to him.

“Don’t listen to him, Jazz. It’s better to never have done it instead of doing it with guys like Funk,” Blues said to his colleague. ”And… when we saw you with Princess Luna, we never thought that you could be…"

Jazz scoffed. "What, an old mare?"

Blues immediatly shook his head. "What? No, not at all, no.”

She needed to be protected; she needed to have some reassurance. He wanted to be her guardian, perhaps even more than that. Thankfully for him, her protector, as well as her lover, could be the same person for that night.

He rested his hoof on the mare’s shoulder, blowing a hot breath close to her nostrils. She didn’t try to ignore him, clearly knowing that it was useless to escape a batpony. Resisting seemed so easy before, but everything flew by in a second when the mare pressed her lips to the hot ones of the stallion. Why did she even do that? Still, between the strong hooves of the soldier, she didn’t feel like escaping.

He was there; he had always been there for her. Watching her, checking on her, always keeping an eye on her. He was strong, he was kind with everypony, he didn’t have to do this, and despite her solitary behavior, he always gave himself some trouble being a strong pillar for this wobbly group.

Funk carried a stronger scent of Luna’s than Blues did, and she had smelt the group. But still, even this smell aroused the batpony mare who didn’t want his friendly games anymore. At that moment, she wanted more than a guardian.

As Jazz quickly passed a hoof over the stallion’s body, he tensed, but not for the reasons the mare thought at first. In fact, the place Jazz had touched was near the bottom of his torso. He grabbed her hoof to deviate it from the scar.

“What's…" she started, only to be cut off by Blues.

"Nothing, just...a bad idea.”

The guardian couldn't believe it. What was he thinking not ti mention this? Jazz would never dare approach him now. He kept his head hung low, unable to move, the hoof of the batpony still far away.

“Blues doesn't like scars from the past,” Funk commented.

Jazz turned back to see the Princess, facing her while on the laying body of Funk. A blush had crept onto her cheeks. The couple watched her, and Funk too, head thrown back.

“Shut up!” Blues shouted to the grinning stallion. “You don’t know what it is."

"Ha! I’ve had worse!" Funk retorted.

"I don’t believe that!"

"Quiet!” the Princess shouted, having used her royal voice to shut them up. Still on her lover, she looked away from her partner before saying, ”Funk, do you wish for me me to bring up your change?” The laying stallion averted his eyes from the long body of the mare. “I knew it.” Luna then raised her head on the other stallion. “Blues…you know it never bothers me, so, if you want…” She thought of exchanging her partner, but she instantly remembered the misunderstanding between Jazz and Funk.

“What? I’m not good enough for you, Blues?” Jazz asked him, seeming to choked up by hearing those words.

Turning to her, Blues shook his head. “What? No, Jazz, of course not… You… you just couldn’t understand..."

"Really? Then you won’t tell me because I’m the youngest batpony, the little newbie?”

Every time Blues spoke, he felt as if he were digging his grave a little deeper. He searched for help by turning to the Princess.

Receiving his signal, she then said, “Blues got his scars after a fierce fight with timberwolves."

"What?!” Jazz touched Blue's shoulder, wanting to hug him. “Why didn’t you said so?”

Luna spoke again, avoiding the soldier in order to find any kind of excuse.

“The past, Jazz, is something quite hard to evoke as a batpony. You've never shared your story with anyone else if I'm to remember correctly.” The batpony mare was forced to nod. “Then please, don’t force yourself to think back to such stories, it’s not something to ask.”

Now Jazz felt remorse for asking such a simple question. She wanted to be forgiven, to show Blues that she wasn’t repulsed by his scars, that she loved him anyway. She jumped on him, making the two fall backwards with their backs on the bed. But she had no intention of hurting him, au contraire.

“Jazz, please, I don’t want to force you.” Always so polite. When will he understand that she loved him the way he was?

“Dum-dum, you really believe that I'd reject you because of a scar that's a bit bigger than the others?” Resting on him, the mare lowered to his torso, where a long and winding scar had taken the place of an old wound.

She was white on some areas where the fur didn’t grow anymore. It was normal for her to be surprised by such a scar, seeing that the stallion rarely removed his armor. Surprised, but not scared, and with even less disgust, she passed her tongue over the old wound, proving to him that it wasn’t a problem for her.

She then broke away from the wound when someone touched her at a very intimate place. Quickly turning behind her, she smiled to the stallion, giving him a look full of desire while putting parting a strand of hair away from her face.

“I think this isn’t the only big thing with you,” she purred, putting a hoof behind the pony’s head before forcing his face against hers, pressing their lips together. He was good, he was there for her. If she had to do it with someone, it would be with him. But how?

Being a novice when it came to matters such as this, she had little idea on how to do it properly. She knew the basics, but she also knew that it wouldn't be easily. Not wanting to take the initiative, she then settled for pressing her privates against the warn crotch of the stallion. In response, he increased his thrusts, slowly making her lose control. They both seemed to be waiting for the other to start something.

Their little game lasted for several minutes before Jazz tried to find some inspiration from the other couple just behind her. She didn’t pay attention before, completely forgetting Luna’s cries, but, by watching the duo in action, she was forced to ask herself why her and Blues weren’t doing anything similar yet. Luna had unfolded her wings and put them down, following the rhythm of Funk's thrusts, allowing her to land harshly on his sex. He only grabbed her flanks, massaging or kneading them.

Jazz wanted to do the same; she didn’t want to beat around the bush. Blues felt her displeasure and decided to forget all his principles to give the mare what she wanted. Forcing the mare’s pelvis a bit more against him, he then moved her in a position would allow him to better penetrate her. Once he moved his rod forward, Jazz tensed instantly at the slightest bit of contact.

Feeling his burning rob rest against her dripping nether, the batpony asked herself if it could even work. Blues, however, was confident. Before he moved any further, the mare didn’t forget to spread all her natural lube on the hardening shaft of the stallion.

Once he started, he only passed a few inches before noticing the young, dark grey pony's eyes widen. Afraid to have hurt her, he stopped moving before getting a glare for her.

“Why do you stop?” the mare asked, hungry for him to continue.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Blues said, causing Jazz to laugh.

“Don’t worry, you'll need much more that that to hurt me.” She punctuated her sentence with a thrust backwards, pushing the warm penis a bit further in her.

Reassured by Jazz, Blue moved again, albeit with still a bit of caution. He soon separated their two bodies, only for his stallionhood to reenter the mare, going deeper with every thrust.

Jazz was already on edge, she didn’t want to hold back anymore, she wanted speed, she wanted hard thrusts, she wanted to be fucked!

“Blues!” she shouted before violently her lips violently against his. She rose on her hind legs, forcing Blues’ penis to go even deeper in her. She held herself against the stallion’s torso, allowing her to be in control of their speed.

It was beautiful, exhilarating even, every thrust provoking a new wave of pleasure throughout all her body. Soon enough, Jazz was no longer in control of herself, having become a slave and addicted to the continuous sensations wracking her senses. Blues stayed in rhythm with the mare, letting her do as she pleased and only helping by helping her stand and not fall.

Luna, by their side, was quite busy with Funk. The stallion wanted to lead, and she wasn’t the one to prevent him from doing so. The Princess was plastered against him, burying her face in to the crook of his neck. From that position, the batpony could lead their two bodies with his own pace. And, needless to say, he didn’t want to give the mare any rest. Their wings were tensed and flapped nervously. With the two unable to fold them, they simply let them whip at their sweating bodies.

Luna slowly brought Funk’s face closer for a kiss. As she did so, he didn’t stop his thrusts at all, even managing to cause violent blows when his stallionhood reintroduced itself into the Princess’ body.

But you won’t say anything, will you? You'll never say anything, Funk thought as he continued his thrusts. You’ll stay here and suffer my goodwill. Your definition of happiness is to give me your body, so I can do whatever I please with it. I give a bit, you'll give me more. I love my queen, and I’m happy of what you’re ready to do for me. Sadly, I’m sorry to let you know, but I’m afraid that I love what we both want the most.

Returning his attention to his queen, and wanting her to change positions with him, he then stared at her with a look more wild than any pony. He loved her, he hated her. More than anything in the world, he wanted to live by her side, even if it was his biggest mistake. Resting in their new position, he pressed his stallionhood against Luna’s vulva, causing her to spread her legs even further.

He could do whatever he wanted with her, and she wouldn't herd him anyway. Funk entered her without warning, extracting cries of pleasure from the alicorn. Those sounds were a real delight for his ears, he wanted to hear her scream, make her shout. And if pleasure mixed with pain, he would be even more than happy, and her as well, since she only wanted him to be happy. He didn’t want to hold back. He wanted to make his queen cum at the same time as him. He slowed his movements, yet remained pressed against her, making her moan with every movement. He soon muffled the mare’s moans by kissing her ferociously. She couldn’t help but rhapsodize, even inside his mouth, it was just so good for him.

Right when he was ready for his release inside her, an over excited Jazz intruded in their hurricane of pleasure. Funk frowned to this dangerous reappearance from his libido, but he wouldn't be the one to reject a mare as beautiful as Jazz. He left Luna’s mouth to put his tongue inside the waiting batpony mare’s mouth, who was upside down. She didn’t chase after him, instead merely playing his game, dancing her tongue around his.

The smell of Luna was everywhere on his body, even in his mouth mouth. For that reason alone, she would never break the kiss. He needed her, not the other way around. Right when she felt that he wanted to separate, Jazz wrapped a hoof around his head, preventing him from escaping. You give a bit and I’ll get you more, wasn't it? Was that all excuses or just a simple acceptance of the bastard he was? It didn’t matter to Jazz--nor for Funk--she just wanted the sex, and even this repulsive guy had his own charms.

She could have stayed like that for a long time, but a stroke on her cheek from Luna made her turn her head to the alicorn.

“I...lost my balance’, the batpony poorly explained, hoping to apologize for her sudden appearance.

The queen didn’t care, however, she also wanted to share this moment. Their mouths were still upside down, and it was funny to see how Jazz could brush her tongue against her queen’s before feeling her hot breath against her neck. They were finally getting back to the initial situation: simply Luna and Jazz.

Jazz could have sworn that Luna's body shined at numerous places, as stars seemed to have grazed over her figure. Still under the spell of the alicorn’s lips, Jazz had easily forgotten about the two stallions, who had silently resumed their duty. Slowly following the curves of Jazz's young, dark grey body, Blues easily get back in the saddle. In response, the mare forced her tongue further into the Princess’s mouth. As for Funk, he hadn’t moved since the kiss between the two mares had started, but very quickly, he got back in action and reentered Luna’s body in one hard thrust.

With the two mares maintained their kiss while they were both mounted by a stallion, forming a link that unified their four bodies and gave them harmony. They didn’t wish to break this fragile bound, nor did they intend to. Silence, however, was impossible, and the two mares fought to know which one would receive the hardest thrust, one would make them moan the loudest.

The two males didn’t even look at each other, both too busy with the burning, sweating bodies of their partners. But both used the same technique, laying against the mares so that they were pushed back and forth. Both stallions wanted to finish, and in a frenzy rhythm that had the two mares try to muffle their sheer cries of ecstasy, the stallions finally let themselves go as deep as they could inside these beauties.

Sweating bodies, heads turning. Nopony had the strength to lift up, and they didn’t want that too. The four bodies rejoined at some point, the kisses and strokes were still tender, like a dessert after a good meal. Blues kissed Jazz, then he went for Luna, while the batpony went back to Funk, and when the two mares mixed, the two stallions gave her strokes with theirs tongues all the way to their necks.

With the hot body of Blues against her, Jazz didn’t want to break, au contraire, she only wanted to bury her face against his soft chest. But even more than that, she wanted to cuddle against the hot and sparkling body of her mistress. Luna seemed to have sensed her desires, because she slowly rose to lie next to Jazz. Blues laid down just behind the batpony, surrounding her, as if to protect her. Funk got closer to his mother, not wanting to be left alone.

Sleep was hard to find for the batponys at night, but they wouldn’t have dared to dream to be as close as they were to their queen while she tried to rest, her body full of happiness. She wasn’t supposed to sleep at night, but she stayed awake all day, and she would be asked to lower the moon much later. For now, nothing else was important, except the three batponys, lying in a mass against her.

Chapter 3

Some time later, Luna slowly woke up from her nap. Despite her eyes remaining shut, she knew that she didn’t have to lower the moon for quite some time yet, as she could feel it. Once she finally did open, she was surprised to see that she was the only one in the large royal bed. True, the batponys didn’t need to sleep at night, but she had discreetly made them them feel the nocturnal pressure to spend a little more time with them inside their dreams. They would have had a particular reason if they manage to free themselves from the alicorn’s power. When she suspected the most reasonable of conclusions, Luna felt her heart tightened a bit, knowing she abused her powers to make them sleep.

Raising slowly, she felt all the weight of yesterday, but hadn't felt any regret, au contraire. Her long mane was tousled in some places, breaking the illusion of an ethereal mane with stars inside, giving her the appearance of a normal mane. The Princess thought that, with that kind of night she just had, she must have looked horrible, so much that it made her smile.

I am the alicorn of the night, I bring darkness to give you another light. I live in a nocturnal kingdom and only a few privileged have the right to look at me every night.

Luna got off the bed and left the room to go back to the big central one that served as her office. Even if she was often absent to enjoy the place, the big bay window gave her a large view of Canterlot and her sky, the one thing Luna needed the most to work. At this hour, nothing was seen in the streets of the city. Still, Luna had a thirst for evening activities, which enlighten the city until late. Why couldn't they last until the next day?

Hearing a voice from separate room, Luna turned to what sounded like a song. The sound was coming from the royal bathroom. Pushing away a strand of her mane, the alicorn mare figured that it couldn’t hurt to go and investigate.

When she opened the door, a cloud of hot steam blew against her face while the singer still sang. Behind the shower screen, Luna saw a recognizable shadow, his mane quite ruffled yet still looking good on him. He was armorless, as usual. It didn't require more details for Luna to recognize him, as she knew this batpony by heart.

“You look like an angel, your beauty scares me~! You float like a feather, in your oh so wonderful world~! I wanna be so special for you, you’re so unique~!” Luna moved behind the screen, but Funk still continued his song while staring at her. “But I’m a bastard, I’m a loser! What am I doing here? I didn’t belong with you~!” He stopped. Still looking at her, he couldn’t help but smile. She was there, watching him, but there was no longer any anger on her face. “Hi mom, the moon won’t be lowering for another two hours, so, you wanna take a bath?”

With him, that was an underlying question; how could she say no to such an offer? The stallion turned back to the bathtub, which looked more like a private pool. As a princess, one would need such space.

“This bathtub alone is even bigger than my old place, can you believe it?" asked Funk. "And don’t even get me started on this huge castle. I mean, how many times did I lost here myself, huh? Heh, luckily, you were still here.” The alicorn sat behind him, waiting for him to turn back. In order to have a discussion, two ponies must be ready to do so. Without breaking his smile, he then turned back to Luna, who obvious had just woken up. “You looked terrible, mom."

"What’s going on, Funk?” Luna asked. The stallion's smile faltered a bit, yet he still tried to maintain his happy look.

“Me?" He shook his head. "Nothing. I wonder how I could have something going on, though."

"You know very well what I’m talking about. How can you justify your recent behavior?” She tried to look him over with a scrutinizing gaze, but the batpony wouldn’t look her in the eyes.

"Oh nothing. Rest assured, I’m still the same. And a little while ago, in your bed, I was the same too.”

Being intimidating wouldn't be successful with this pony, Luna knew that. If she wanted him to talk, she'd have to play his game.

She put a hoof on his shoulder before raising it to his neck, then sliding it down to his chest. The batpony let her do so, enjoying the warmth coming from the alicorn’s body. She didn’t need to exchange anymore words with him. He was usually so shy about his feelings, and he could only let himself relax when in the presence of somepony like his mother.

Finally, moments later, Funk relented.

“When we slept close to you, I...I woke up first...”

Luna held him tightly against her.

“Another nightmare?" she asked.

"Like every awakening."

"I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He suddenly freed himself from her hooves.

“What, no! Sorry for what? Because it’s your fault that I wake up with a start every night? That, every morning before going to sleep, I know my nights will be painful without being able to get out of it before the next moon? Is it because of you, mom?” He knew the answer, he knew what Luna felt when he told her this, that she was being eaten by remorse by the moment.

“I…”

What could she really do except maybe apologize again?

“Yes, I know you’re sorry," Funk said. "I know it must be horrible for you, because what you did was for our own good at first. But that's how it works, you didn’t have the right--I did, and I want to blame you…but…” This time, Funk held the Princess tightly against him, resting his head against her neck. “But I can’t. Every time I try to hate you, I just end up loving you more…” That was what every batpony felt: an unbreakable love for their queen. That was what Luna gave them, in addition to a second chance; they didn’t have a choice now. It was simply serve and love with them.

The stallion freed himself again, as he was remembering what sparked his anger before.

“And yet, I’ve gotten the impression that I’m the only one who can understand. The others don’t even search to know who you really are…. But really, who are you? I've spent all this time searching without knowing who you really are. I’m a monster, mom, but who are you?”

Without realizing it, Luna had lowered her head, unable to meet the heavy gaze of the batpony.

“The others might not see things as you see them…" she added solemnly.

Funk chuckled lightly. "Yeah, you’re right. I needed time to think that I was different simply because I’m the oldest, but not at all… I think we all react differently to your power, mom."

"What makes you say that?" she asked.

"Jazz.” The alicorn raised her head, curious. “I did everything to make her angry, all in vain."

Luna raised a puzzled brow. "But she was."

"Yes, exactly. But for how long? You saw it with your own eyes. I did everything to make her angry, even almost breaking her jaw.” He snickered when he remembered that moment. “Still, she only needed a few minutes to forget all her anger. She kissed me and was even ready for more. Why, mom, why? Even the soldier. We didn’t hate each other, but I wouldn't say that we all love each other either. At least not that much. And yet…and yet I was ready to kiss him if he got too close to me! I must be getting crazy!"

Luna gently shook her head. "You love your family, they're your brothers and sisters. You can’t reject them."

"But that’s what I want to do, mom! I want to reject them! I don’t want to see them, I don’t want to touch them, and yet, they go through my head just as much as you!” Funk said, unknowingly increasing the sound of his voice. “You asked me to make them learn the power of the shadows, but even I don't know it fully. She won't…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, but Luna gestured him to do so. “She won't have that… this…"

"What do you mean, Funk?"

"I can’t rightly explain. But, all the others batponys have that thing. Jazz, she…she doesn’t. I can’t tell you why, but it just seems like she doesn’t have…that thing."

Luna's eyes widened a bit in realization. "I...think I understand..."

"Really?"

"Yes, you remember the change?”

Funk burst out laughing.

“Ha, you kidding, Mom? How could I forget the night that still haunts me to this day?” He got quieter, as to remember the past. “One day, agonizing. Unable to stand up, unable to scream for help. I don’t know why, but I crawled towards the big fountain in Canterlot, where I still thought I could find help. So, knowing that I would die, alone, and in the cold… I cried.”

He stared at the alicorn, who stayed neutral. She knew the story, she had lived it, but she had never heard it from his own lips before.

“Leaning against the fountain, I looked up at the sky, towards the moon. I kept wondering if I still had a chance to live. If she actually existed, I would have given everything to…”

Going silent, he turned to her and stared into her eyes. The two of them were silent. Soon, without desiring it, a tear fell down Funk’s cheek.

“You heard me…and then… you came. A first, I was deathly afraid; I didn’t know the Princesses of Canterlot. I must say that the street raised me before you, and she wasn't one to care about rulers. I mean, not in the places where I used to live.” He sighed before continuing. “I only looked at your eyes. They were so beautiful, you know. Sometimes, it’s like there're stars inside… You then asked me a question. Heh, what was it by the way?” Her throat tightened and she refused to answer. “I'll help you then. You always start your speech by asking if we're okay. It’s quite silly, you know. You see somepony bleeding out, clearly in pain, and you ask him if he’s okay? Hmm, dark humor, I suppose. And after that, this sweet princess asks us another question. She seems common at first, and the answer seems easy: Do you wish for a second chance?” The tears flowed freely now down the sides of Funk's face, him unable to refrain them. “You...you think I should have said no?"

Luna shook her head, uttering, "No! Of course not!"

"Oh stop! My love for you might just be an illusion, but what about yours?” He looked at her with anger in his eyes. “Do you sincerely share a love and complete devotion for every one of us, or do you only fake that? Or maybe...are you the first to feel the power of the moon that forced you to love us? I know that you don’t mind, but not me, mom, not me. One night, one of us will have to wake up!” He smiled. He smiled so much in an attempt to stem the flow of emotions, but felt that the tears stains didn’t help. “Well, mom, you shouldn’t be sad. I’m sure to love you. And the life you gave me is a most wonderful one. I asked the moon for help, and I got the Princess of the Night. Does the Sun only know?”

He then laughed, standing on his two hind legs before letting himself fall backwards in the deep water, splashing it all around the spacious bathtub. His body rose from the water, him floating on his back.

“Come on, mom. Nothing will make me happier than seeing you with me there.”

The alicorn could have said no, she wanted to, he had deserved it. But she knew of the happiness she would give him with all the time they would spend together. Before, he was alone, he was scared. Now, she was there. She knew it, the love he had for her wasn’t magic, and it was completely sincere. Hers was as well.

Slowly immersing her body as she joined him in the bath, she noticed that the water was at a perfect temperature: very warm. She raised her head towards the big arc door that lead to the balcony. From there, one could see the nightly sky, with hundreds upon thousands of stars. Luna couldn’t helped herself when she saw her work, as it made her smile. The arc allowed the moonlight enter the bathroom, to glow towards the water in a blue light. This bathtub was the reflection of her lunar prison, but this time, she had no fear of it.

Funk had gotten out of the pool, as Luna could no longer see him floating along the clear surface of the water. He shouldn't have disappeared so quickly from the Princess. He was the most powerful batpony, able to control the powers of the shadow easily, but even shouldn't have been able to pull that off so easily.

Soon enough, he reemerged from the blue, driving the Princess of the Night into the deep end of the bathtub. In her surprise, Luna opened her eyes within the water, the moonlight giving her almost all her vision. Funk was there too, watching her while their two bodies were submerged. She wasn’t afraid, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her; he couldn’t and wouldn't wish it. Sometimes, he was hypnotized by her eyes: two sapphires with enchanting glints. He was often jealous of them.

He got closer to her, circling around her and sifting through water as easily as if he were in the air. She let him play his little game. After all, he was still young; abandoned by all, he gave up his long-forgotten childhood to survive. Were it really his fault if he was looking more for a mother than a princess?

Holding Luna’s body between his hooves, Funk flapped his wings to pull them from the water. The mane of the Princess was even more impressive than usual; she shone even brighter with the humidity and the lunar rays. Bringing the alicorn back where the pond was not so deep, he wedged her body against his, the water at their waists. The mare’s face was only a few inches away from his, so much so that they could compare the color of their coats that, even they had to admit, were identical.

Funk focused on her eyes, so beautiful, yet so scary at the same time. It was one of the most cold looks of all of Equestria, and yet, she looked at Funk with so much warmth.

I don’t deserve it, mom, he thought. Your love is cold, distant and shy, but it’s normal since you’re a princess. Precious and prestigious, you shouldn’t lower yourself to these little games. But it was all in your eyes! And when I used my tongue, I destroyed all of this.

With his lips soon pressed against his queen’s, time didn’t seem to matter to the two. With her mouth preoccupied with his, she lowered one of her hooves to a place on his body that was more than patience. The stallion grunted in her mouth, but she didn’t care. She started to do up and down strokes with the shaft while it was still in the water. The stallion, in response, started to knead her royal rump with his hooves.

“Our cutie marks?" he soon realized.

"What?!" the Princess asked, breaking their kiss and stopping her gestures.

"Why don’t we have them anymore?"

Luna was quiet for a spell before speaking up with, "Funk, I think that…"

"NO! Answer me--I want to hear you say it!" he interrupted. "I know your answer, but I want it to come straight from your mouth!”

Luna didn’t try to escape. Plucking up her courage, she answered with:

“Because you're…” She couldn’t dare say the last word. She trained herself to say it, but in this instance, she was still unable to. Funk laughed loudly before bringing the alicorn to himself, kissing her fiercely.

“You’re so cute, mom," he teased after breaking from the kiss. "But don’t worry, I’m a fallen, but it’s still the best thing that ever happened to me. So, say it to all the others; they fell but will feel great afterwards, as they've never felt something like this before. That’s the story of a long nightmare and a cutie mark in less.” He wasn’t mad at her, that was truly what he meant. Still, Luna was mad at herself. Thankfully, the stallion peppered her with kisses, slowly making her forget all the remorse she had over what she had done. “I love you, Princess.”

Invigorated by his words, Luna tumbled their two bodies in the bath. Quick to returning to their water games, Funk swiftly reemerged entirely while Luna watched him from the surface. The moonlight reflected at the surface of the water, and the Princess had just stuck her guardian into her astral jail. Quickly--even for Luna--Funk made their two bodies roll, reversing their position.

He smiled when seeing that his princess always kept an eye on him.

There you go, mom, back to jail, he thought. She never seemed to bother you, like you preferred that place instead of here. I feel like I’m struck there. I only sleep during the day, I wake up at the same time as her, I have an obsession for you, and the only I like is to be link to you. So, mom, who banished who?

Slowly raising his head, he helped her to join her lips at the surface. The sexual tension soon became too strong, as Funk wanted to play more interesting games now!

Bringing her back to where the water was only a few inches deep, the stallion laid on his back, offering his entire body to the alicorn so she can do what she pleased with it. Seeing the excitement coming from the male, she didn’t wait to grip her hips to be the only owner of the tense shaft. She stared at him for some time before engulfing the penis deeply into her mouth.

Funk was tired of her subtle ways and only wanted to fuck his queen. Hypnosis, lies, hypocrisies, bewitching, manipulation, he didn’t want to know anything. She was there and it was the only thing that mattered.

He started with slow thrusts, following the rhythm of the alicorn’s moves. Their two blue bodies mixed and broke away gracefully, making the water splash around them all the while. Soon enough, there came an urge where, pushed by a wild pulse of his, Funk grabbed the horn of the nightly mare and push all her face against his lower abdomen. She didn’t complain, even continued her licks on his balls while they stared at each other. It was all in his eyes. She only wanted to give pleasure to her batponys. In the end, she often thought who the slave really was.

Soon releasing her horn, Funk waited to be scolded for brash his actions, but instead, his queen stayed a few more moments on his penis before completely taking it back in, ascending slowly while stroking the long shaft with her tongue. Once she pulled it out again, she played then sucked on his balls, covering them with her saliva. His shaft was already coated in a thin sheen of it, but she liked to run her tongue over it again, to play with his sensible tip, only to glide back down and start again.

“I want to be a part of it, too!”

The alicorn, without a word, rose to turn the still lying batpony around. They looked at each other, him lying in the water, and her standing up backwards. The Princess then decided to return to her fun by lowering herself atop the floating stallion’s body.

Funk could finally enjoy his Princess. In their new position, there was only the server and the served; no grade, no princess, and a simple guardian. All Equal. He quickly licked at his Princess's sex intimacy of the Princess, prompting her to instantly raise her rump, making Funk laugh. He traced her pelvis with his hooves in order to avoid those kind of surprises for later. His next brush of his tongue was slower, stronger along her vulva. Luna let out a long moan of pleasure, the shaft of the male still into her mouth while she massaged his penis with her hooves.

The stallion couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards, trying to bury himself much deeper and more violently into Luna's maw. But wouldn't voice any objections, she was his, and she wouldn't complain. However, it was a double-edged sword, because the lunar ruler, curt by his actions, arched and pushed her pelvis a bit more against the pony’s lips.

That didn’t really displease Funk, as he only introduced his tongue deeper into his queen. He took care of lapping at all the water that was on and around her sex, leaving space for her natural lube. She liked his tenderness, and made to return it well. It simply wasn’t enough for Funk.

Before long, Funk, still enjoying the taste of his queen, did a roll to reverse the positions of their two bodies. Now, Funk was on top, and he would enjoy it fully. He didn’t have to apply much force to insert his long, hard penis into Luna. She was at his mercy, but not displeased.

She moaned more and more, secreting from her vagina directly into Funk’s mouth, giving it the same treatment as to the water before. The flavor of his queen was the most delicious thing he'd ever taste. It was that of the moon’s perfume. He couldn’t stop his thrusts, letting his shaft going deeper and deeper into the mare.

Suddenly, a strong magical shock made Funk jump before falling heavily in the water, unable to catch himself with his wings. He only recovered for a few seconds before seeing the mare next to him into the clear deep of the water. She brought him back at the surface, resting her hooves on his shoulders to kiss him more easily.

“Are you trying to stave it off?”

Luna shook her head. "Not at all, but I don’t want this to end like that."

"Hmm…so…you still have cravings to satisfy," Funk said. "And where’s your desire to give pleasure, Princess?"

"Oh, don’t worry, you’re gonna like it.”

She didn’t push him off when he then took the lead. As violent as it seems, Funk loved that. Resting against the edge of the bathtub, where the water couldn’t cover his back, Luna waited him to take up his role again.

He plunged underwater, raising the rump of his queen until he put it against the edge, facing him. This way, she could stroke his blue mane while he lubricated her again. One could think the water gave an easy access, but it wasn’t true, and Luna liked when he took his time. All could have all night if he needed it.

Funk, however, couldn’t hold himself back any longer. After abruptly penetrating abruptly Princess's marehood with his tongue, he returned her against the edge so he only saw her hips. After a long last lick that made all the alicorn’s body shiver, he put his two hooves on both sides of the Princess.

His nose followed the curve of her spine, from the tip all the way to her muzzle, as to smell her oh so particular scent, so intoxicating. The mare slightly tensed when his stallionhood stroked her warm lips. He only penetrated her slightly, as to warm her up, but when the Princess made to protest, he elicited a cry of surprise from her when he buried the rest of his shaft into her.

The lunar ruler panted, seeming to struggle before finally calming, letting herself be ravaged by the savage rhythm of the stallion. He wasn’t gentle, always pulling his hips back only to fiercely reenter her. Her hips perfectly followed his, giving him more need to be closer at one moment and wait during a longer time in that position, so he can feel the wet and royal rump against his lower abdomen.

But he wasn’t over yet, and the screams of pleasure from his queen gave him more strength. Luna’s head was spinning. Nothing could hold her, not even her hooves, seemingly drained of all their energy. She stayed the victim of a wave of passion that collided into her with the rhythm of the batpony’s thrusts. Every breath took great effort and she always let out a pleasuring moan as he eased his way out.

He quickly extricated himself, straightening Luna against him. They were both in the large pool, Luna resting on Funk’s hind legs, who was just behind her. He didn’t waste time to replace his burning shaft where he was seated and where he was desired. She gripped the stallion’s neck with one of her hooves, allowing herself to maintain visual contact with Funk’s face, and especially with his lips.

The batpony lowered his pace. In fact, in his new position, Luna led the dance. If it wasn’t a proof of Funk's love… But Luna wanted to kiss him before anything else, even if she needed to forget their dance during a fleeting moment. He felt this rhythm decrease, giving her what she wanted.

The lunar magic ran from her lips seemed to spread into the batpony’s body. Or what is the contrary? Who really fed from whom? Who needed the other? The moon both gave them the same desires. The magic burned into their two mixing bodies, causing Luna’s horn to glow. Funk was just an animal, unable to think reasonably and only pushed by base desires. His queen laughed, intoxicated by the magic that swirled around them from her horn. Leaning back into the stallion’s thrusts, Luna flapped her wings, unbending a little more every time before having them fall more fiercely while she impaled herself on the raised stallionhood of her guardian.

The two drunk with passion and unable to think, the magic flowed freely. It was during an explosion of pleasure, of magic and light, that the batpony then shot all his essence into her while releasing a hoarse howl of pleasure. The Princess already gave him enough, but once again, the thrusts of the male overcame her needs and she could only throw her head back when the ecstasy hit her.

Soon enough, they were unable to talk, too busy to catch their breath. Luna slowly got off of her guardian, albeit with a bit of regret. But, she quickly brought him back against her by leaning back against the edge of the bathtub. Funk and the Princess watched the moon, framed by the big arch. Luna had surrounded Funk’s body with her wings and, as it wasn’t enough, she held her hooves around his neck. Funk’s face was just under his queen’s chin, and despite what he could have said, he didn’t want to move from there. He felt warm with the one he considered to be his mom.

“Your nights are so beautiful,” he said, stroking her wing with his hoof. “Every time I look the nightly sky, I can’t help but smile."

" I as well,” she whispered to his ear. “Funk… what just happened?"

"We made love, that’s all.” She muffled a giggle.

“The magical currents… did they come from you?"

"I don’t know, I thought you were doing them by yourself. You don’t know?” The alicorn sighed.

“It seems that the lunar powers remain a mystery, even to me."

"You think it’s the moon?”

She raised an eyebrow, looking thoughtful before answering.

“Maybe… I’m not in complete control of that orb. Sometimes, it controls me."

Funk tilted his head. "Really?"

"Mhmm, we complete each other. Each is a part of the other.” The stallion rest a bit more comfortably against the one he called his queen.

“I think… I think that you and me… we are the instruments of the moon. We turned to it for help, and it sent you. We obey it, you and I.” Luna didn’t answer, not wanting to confirm that idea, but she wasn’t sure of anything to be honest.

“Hmm...maybe…"

"And you? Who do I love, mom? You or the moon?” She didn’t wish to answer his question. Funk was like that, always thinking the whole world hated him. It was what he believed before the change, and what happened after didn’t cure anything at all.

“I love you, Funk," she said, hoping to keep his mind centered on her.

"Me?" Funk inquired. "Or the part of the moon I represent? We could play that game all night, mom, but neither of us would find the answer. We’re both slaves. What forces you to answer to our supplications, when we are close to agonized, when we ask the sky to help us? You could have also let us die; ignored us, like nothing was happening. And yet, you came, whatever the reason, you came. Can you seriously say no, mom?”

The silence stretched. She didn’t want to say things that could reanimate the rage of her guardian. He wanted it, hoping it would be the pure truth, that she hadn't lied. But, in another way, he wanted it. He wanted to face disillusion, face the loneliness of the broken dreams. Understanding that, in the end, love is just a nice joke, and in the end, everypony tells lies to keep people closer to them. He wanted so many things that conflicted, and he didn’t even know which came from him."

“Did I already tell you how I met Jazz?" asked Luna.

"Not in a brothel, that’s for sure!” Luna pushed him with her muzzle while he laughed.

“Stupid. I met her at Canterlot’s fountain.” Funk’s ears instantly perked up when he heard that. “But from the other side of the plaza, just in front of the rail. You recall the place, I suppose?"

He nodded. "Oh yes, of course, mom. The view of the forest below is delightful from there.” Luna got her face closer to the stallion’s, closing her eyes, as to forget everything else to focus on her tale.

“She was watching the view, sitting on that railing. I wouldn't have been scared if I hadn’t seen a pair of wings.” She sighed while stroking Funk’s neck with her muzzle before kissing it. “The poor dear cried, her mind wasn’t clear. She had lost her mother. She felt like she was alone, without any guidance, lost. Stories such as these are so sad, wouldn't you agree?” Her attempts to destabilize the batpony succeed to make him frown. “I approached slowly. I was afraid of startling her, so I simply asked how she was. You know, that question can sound silly, even stupid sometimes. But, I had my reasons to ask it. Jazz said that everything was fine. That was the second time I heard that answer, but sadly, it was a lie that time. I asked her a few questions, without wanting to hold her back; it was her decision, and I wasn’t going to stop her…"

"But?” There was a but. There was always a but.

“But. I would not let her down. She was disoriented; she didn’t know how to make the right decisions anymore. I know, when she fell, that she regretted everything she had done."

"You mean that you saved her, even when she didn’t want to?"

"You see Funk, I’m free to choose.” He couldn’t help but stifle a quick giggle. “The moon didn’t tell me anything, it was my decision to find her, and it was my decision to catch her when she fell. She couldn’t stop crying in my arms, she couldn’t do anything…"

"And after?"

"And after...I changed her."

"But before that?"

"Before that… nothing.” Funk extricated himself from Luna’s hooves, pushing her wings aside so he could face her. His eyes were full of anger.

“When did you ask her if she wanted to be like us? You think you have the right to change ponies so easily?” She gently put her hooves on the batpony’s temples. He let her do so, but the rage still continued to burn in his eyes.

“She didn’t have anything else, Funk, she gave up on her past and was ready to stop everything. I took my decisions, and they are mine!”

He instantly calmed himself, now unable to find the fury he felt before. He let himself fell against the princess’ chest. She held him again, silently.

“That’s maybe why she seems so different from the rest of us," he muttered.

"Surely..."

"Does she have nightmares?"

" I don’t know, she's yet to inform me of anything of the sort. But I couldn’t do otherwise anyway.”

He closed his eyes, not wanting to continue the discussion that slowly broke all the happiness that he had settled in. Silence was the solution to all the questions. But Funk had another answer. Eyes closed by the strain of the slowly rising sun though the arch, he simply said, “You could have saved her mother, and let her live peace…it would have been simpler."

Luna sighed into his forehead.

"Nothing is that simple…”

“Make sure not to look at the light too much.”

Jazz ignored Luna’s warning and ventured towards the daylight. The sun was just rising, and yet, its rays seemed so intense for her poor eyes . She put a hoof in front of her face, but even with that, the rays were still unbearable for her.

Tears she couldn’t control started to flow, and it was with a forward hoof to search for her guide that she tried to move.

“I’m here,” the princess said, catching her hoof and partially hiding the sunlight with one of her wings before guiding her back inside. “I told you to be careful of the light.” She closed the long curtain to dive the entire room back into darkened obscurity. Jazz could reopen her eyes, her eyelids red with irritation.

“The outside seems so…bland," the young mare said. "I mean, where are the colors? I could only see white and feel a burning sensation. What do I have?” Panic steadily grew more and more as she talked. The alicorn tried to calm her as soon as possible.

“That’s normal, Jazz, you don’t have to be afraid."

"But why is it that way?" Jazz asked.

"Your eyes aren’t made to stand the daylight anymore. But later, hopefully with enough practice, it will be a bit better."

"Really?"

Luna nodded. "I promise. By the way, this is the first time you've manage to stay up until the sunrise; that shows that you’re indeed progressing."

Jazz rested her hoof over her forehead, her body swaying to the sides. "Yeah, but I’m literally falling now. I couldn’t stand another minute."

"I know, and again, it’s normal. Do you wish for me to escort you?” The Princess didn’t want to hurry the fragile batpony.

“No!" Jazz was quick to respond.

"Alright."

"No! I don’t want to sleep.” She grabbed one of the Princess’ legs and pressed her face against her chest. “Please, I don’t want to sleep. I… I can’t stop having nightmares. At first, I thought it wasn’t so bad, but they kept coming back every night. And what's worse is that I can’t wake up. I’m scared, and yet, I can’t wake up. Please, I don’t want to sleep.”

The alicorn extricated her hoof to put it on the batpony’s shoulder, bringing her closer. What could she do? The poor dear was finally becoming aware of the curse. The sun wasn’t as benefactor and sleep could seem like a long torment.

“I can’t stop that, Jazz, I’m…"

"No, please, you’re the Princess of dreams; tell me you can help me to stop that. Please!” New tears started to flow, and this time, not because of the sun. Luna lowered on the young batpony, holding her tightly against herself.

“I'll help you, Jazz. I'll help you pass this day. I will keep you so you may be appeased. Please, blame me. It’s all my fault!”