Lunar Obsession

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.