A Little Night Musicby ChronicleClopChaptersThe OvertureThe PerformanceThe EncoreThe OvertureAuthor's Note This was a collaborative effort between myself and Wr3nch. By that I, of course, mean we were both drunk and popcorn writing. The first chapter was written later, but the second and third documents are as they were initially written. The Overture It was a beautiful night out, and a full moon illuminated all of Canterlot. A soft, sweet melody carried through the cool night air, lending the starlit balcony of Princess Luna's quarters an even more dignified air than they already possessed. Princess Luna herself was sitting out on the balcony, her eyes focused hazily on her canvas of the sky while letting the music take her away. It had been years since she was allowed such simple pleasures, and she relished each such moment with the greatest of importance. To the right of Princess Luna stood the creator of said music. Octavia Melody, an up and coming cellist in Canterlot had been invited at the personal request of Princess Celestia to provide her sister with an evenings entertainment. The result, no doubt, of Octavia's stellar performance at the Gala a few weeks ago. Octavia felt as though her performance was one of the best of her life, and was not terribly surprised she had caught the ear of such distinguished royalty. Not to say she didn't squeal like a filly upon receiving the invitation. As Octavia finished up her set, she set her bow aside and wordlessly began packing away her cello. Luna did not appear to respond, so with a bow Octavia began moving away from the pensive alicorn. A soft voice stopped her. "Please, won't you sit with me a while longer?" Octavia froze. Looking over to the princess, she saw her still facing away from Octavia, her starry mane flowing in an ethereal breeze. Once again she bowed, stating, "Of course, Princess.". She set her cello down gently against the wall just inside the room before trotting outside to take a seat next to the Princess. "Truly, you are as talented as my sister says", Princess Luna stated with an air of finality, as though her word was an absolute truth. Octavia had heard much praise before given her status, but coming from the pony sitting next to her it made her blush slightly at the compliment. "Thank you, Princess." "Please, call me Luna.", Luna corrected her. She turned to smile at the smaller earth pony, and the stars themselves seemed to twinkle in her eyes. The world quieted around them as their gazes met, and time seemed to stand still. They felt a connection with each other that resonated through their respective arts. Luna snaked a wing around Octavia, brushing against her cutie mark and drawing a soft 'eep' from the cellist. "Now, I believe my sister paid you for an evening's entertainment, yes? Well why don't you come inside and entertain me some more." The PerformanceLuna gasped, as she felt Octavia’s hoof travel down her quivering flank. “Dost thou toucheth my rectum!?” Octavia said nothing but smiles as she resumes touching the royal flank, enjoying the quivering feeling despite the Princess’s objections. The royal under her ministrations filled her with a sense of power. She relished the feeling of the diarch of the night succumbing to her touch. Emboldened by the princess’s body begging for more, Octavia slips her hoof lower to gently rub against Luna’s lower lips, smirking as her hoof dampens. Luna can’t help but twitch her legs as her most precious area is explored, prompting her more baser urges to the surface of her mind. The princess let out a long, low groan, as her inner lips were parted against the forceful entry of the cellist’s dexterous hooves. Her sopping entrance posed no resistance, and gladly accepted the forceful pleasure it was receiving. Octavia’s eyes lowered shut as she played her hoof over the princess as easily as her bow played across the strings of her cello. Her ears perking and listening for changes in the princess’s voice. Each instrument had its own quirks and idiosyncrasies to coax the best sound forward, and Luna was no exception. Octavia’s hoof dared to reach upward and lavish the royal clit, bringing Luna’s breathing and voice to a hitch. She shrieked shrilly, as waves of pleasure radiated through her core, forcing her body to tighten its muscles in response. Smirking, Octavia pulled her hoof away just before Luna came. As Luna caught her breath, her shaking eyes met Octavia’s confident gaze. She was still shivering from the unbelievable pleasure, unable to completely regain control of her body. She wondered how such a common earth pony could exert such control over an alicorn of her stature. Ponies normally wouldn’t even make eye contact with her, yet here she was, lain out in front of a mere musician as though she were just a mare in heat. Luna was slowly able to bring her breathing back under control, and the strength that had left her muscles was gradually returning. Octavia ensured that didn’t last long. Leaning back in between the lunar princesses shapely rear legs, Octavia hastily mashed her hoof back against Luna’s weeping wet pussy. The shock against Luna’s still sensitive sex was enough to cause Luna to throw her head back, mouth opened in a silent scream. Once again, her control over her muscles was forfeit to the pleasures the grey mare was forcing upon her. Her breathing was growing shorter and more labored, and the ever more familiar waves of pleasure shredded through her mental faculties. The feelings built in her core, the swelling pressure building more quickly than before. Her legs were beginning to tingle under the intensity of the feelings emanating from her clit. As she felt her orgasm begin to overtake her, she threw her head back further, throwing herself fully over into the pleasures looming before her. But they never came. Luna panted as she snapped out of her trance. She wondered why she hadn’t come yet. Looking down between her bared rear legs, she once again saw the smug grin of Octavia Melody, who was holding her dripping hoof just inches above her tortured nethers. Barely able to speak, Luna’s hips twitched, begging to have her needs sated, but unable to do anything other than flex helplessly under the absence of stimulation. “Wh-why?”, Luna managed to blurt out, desperate to know why she was being led so close to her release, only to be stopped before reaching completion. Octavia smirked and leaned back, looking over the limp pony before her before answering, “Because, I want to hear you beg for it.” Hardly wasting an instant, Luna was quick to comply. “Please! Please I need it!”, she emphasized her point with an additional thrust of her hips upwards. She squeaked out in relief as she felt the burning ache in her nethers quenched by the soothing touch of Octavia’s soft frog. Her moans got louder with each pant, still begging for the pony before her to allow her to orgasm. “Please...oh please...don’t stop...yes!”, Luna felt her orgasm building again, tears beginning to run down her face as the feelings in her juicy pussy began to be too much for her body. As she felt the final wave of pleasure cresting in her belly, she felt the pressure against her still weeping passage cease, the oppressive pressure in her nethers weighing painfully against her mind. She looked down to Octavia and shouted. “Please! Please let me cum! Octavia, I beg of thee! Grant my my release!” With a still widening grin, Octavia complied. Luna felt the hoof return to her pussy, roughly meeting the stagnating plateau of pleasure and pushing it forwards. Luna felt her entire body strain against the pleasure, as she helplessly found herself finally pushed over the edge and into the ocean of pleasure that had been painstakingly built up in front of her. With a loud scream that betrayed her feminine needs, she came with a force she had never before experienced. White hot streaks of tingling pleasure streaked along her nerves, overloading her every sense and rendering her own motor control useless. She was a slave to her pleasure, as her pussy contracted heavily against the foreign hoof that had guided it there. Slick juices gushed out of her contracting slit, soaking Octavia’s hoof in lubrication. The princess’ vision began to grow foggy, as the last vestiges of her normally mighty strength left her limbs. She was lost to a world of pleasure, and at the mercy of the pony who had led her there. Octavia kept her hoof held gently between Luna’s legs as the dark blue pony spasmed helplessly against her. She cupped the spasming organ, which kissed her soft frog with every wink, prolonging the rulers orgasm. Octavia watched with a softening smile as the pony she loved gradually lost the strength in her limbs, her consciousness beginning to fade under the heavy pleasure that settled over her mind. As Luna finally came down from her heavenly high, Octavia removed her hoof from Luna’s overstimulated sex. Moving around to the side of the now passed out alicorn, she carefully wrapped her strong hooves around the limp body of the larger pony, smiling as she felt dark blue fur press softly against her nose. The smell of Luna’s musk filled Octavia’s mind as she cuddled Luna, making sure she felt safe until she recovered from her orgasm. As Luna trembled before her, Octavia couldn’t suppress the genuine smile from her lips, feeling like the most powerful mare in Equestria. Even though it may not be the absolute truth, to bring the monarch to her quivering knees brought a sense of pride and giddiness to her mind. Partly from her own vanity, but also from the growing truth that she knew the princess would visit upon her own body, and soon if the stirring blue princess was any indication. The EncoreLuna regained her senses slowly, looking upwards at her lover with a new feeling of determination mixing in with the slow-burning indignation she had sunk to. The princess knew full well the lengths she had admitted to achieve her needs, and had every intention of bringing the same feelings upon her grey lover. Luna darted upward, grasping Octavia’s lips in her muzzle and visiting the same spirit as her body had just moments ago. She gasped and swallowed, lips wallowing in an extended kiss as she cultivated the feeling of desire into Octavia’s mind. Princess Luna would never betray her duties as a guardian of pony’s dreams, but she would gladly delve into those taboo trade secrets to bring her partner the most powerful and pleasurable night of their lives if she could. She began with transitioning the kiss from romantic to passionate, transfusing some of her own desire into Octavia’s mouth and wondering idly what her tongue could accomplish if let to her own lascivious devices. With a glow of her horn, Luna enveloped Octavia with a simple spell of stimulation to rub her grey coat back and forth like a gigantic and all-encompassing hoof that could rub her everywhere at once. The earth pony responded in kind with a deep gasp that belied how she was trying to hide her growing desire, hugging her legs close as if trying to escape the hundred massaging hooves brushing against her coat. Unicorn magic always feels unfamiliar to an earth pony, but an alicorn’s magic was nearly overwhelming already! Octavia squirmed under the attention, her back arching as her body was massaged on all sides. Watching Luna’s reactions to her own hoofing had left her more than a little aroused, and with the new spell her lower lips were drooling with arousal. She let out little gasps of pleasure, finding herself unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure that was building up from all over her body. It was now Luna’s turn to smirk, assuming the role of the one in control like a practiced expert. The smaller pony writhing on the floor before her stirred feelings of lust from deep within her. Leaving the spell on autocast, she decided that she would take a more active role in breaking the young musician. Blue glow enveloping the alicorns mighty horn, Luna sent out her magic to snare the gray earth pony’s hooves, forcibly spreading them wide. Octavia, still preoccupied with the countless invisible hooves massaging every inch of her sensitive body, was completely helpless to even resist. Light tugs were all that she was able to manage, and they were completely unable to overcome the magic that opened up her vulnerable form to her new mistress. Luna licked her lips, and leaned down to Octavia’s prone form. She gently placed her lips on Octavia’s squirming neck, ever so gently brushing against her sweaty form. She lightly peppered kisses along the cellists toned body, causing Octavia to jump in response to each point of contact. The light brushes of Luna’s lips teased Octavia’s body even more, and she enjoyed every moment of it as she trailed teasingly down her entire body. Upon reaching Octavia’s stomach, Luna looked up into the sweat soaked face of the pony under her control. Octavia was grimacing in unbearable pleasure, the slow build of each sensation layering upon the already existing fog of lust that had plagued her previously. Luna moved her muzzle down slightly further, finding a hardened nub amongst the soft fur of Octavia’s underbelly. She opened her mouth, and took one of the hardened teats between her teeth, biting down gently. Octavia shouted in surprise, the painful sensation jolting through her. Luna released her teat, and kissed it, allowing her soothing lips to caress the teat gently. Octavia moaned loudly in response to the contrasting pleasure, pulling hard against the magical bonds that held her hooves at a distance. Luna sucked freely, moaning into Octavia’s soft belly, the vibrations driving her crazy. Luna dragged her tongue off the tempting teat and into the soft valley of her breasts, quickly going from descending to ascending as she licked upward toward her prize. Popping the other nipple into her mouth, Luna relished the motions of her grey pony as she licked, loved, and lavished every little whimper she could from Octavia. Pulling her lips back and trailing a little string of saliva, Luna sat up with a confident smirk of a job well done. Octavia was breathing hard and if her blazing cheeks were any indications, awash in budding need to orgasm. The sheer and upfront desire caught Luna’s attentions as she was used to continuously hiding her emotions, the earnest and unburdened desires striking a chord deep within her to admire the complete honesty although naught a word was said. Luna pulled herself backwards, pulling the horny cellist pony with her as she moved, and eventually holding Octavia close to her lap when she resumed her assault. Luna reached down directly to Octavia’s crotch and rubbed hard, ignoring the foreplay that she had done unto her in favor to excite even further. At the same time, Luna cradled Octavia with her other hoof while sneaking a wandering hoof along her breast. The resulting position left Luna more than capable to gaze upon Octavia’s face as she wrought pleasure upon pleasure against the grey earth pony. Luna drank in up; watching as each stroke, rub, and edge of her hoof made Octavia wince and gasp as Luna herself once had naught but minutes ago. Octavia cried out as her inner walls spasmed against the intruding hoof. Luna leaned forwards grabbing Octavia’s left ear in her teeth, biting down and causing the cellist to moan out again. With another shine of her horn, Luna created a magical construct, shaped in the form of a stallion’s member, magicking it down between Octavia’s legs. Octavia was too distracted to notice, until she felt the pressure against her rear entrance. Before she had a chance to react, Luna slowly but firmly pushed the member into Octavia’s tight ass, spreading the tight ponut around the stiff cock. Octavia threw her head back, resting it against Luna’s shoulder. The older mare cradled Octavia’s shuddering body, as it spasmed and adjusted to the massive member in her rear. Once Octavia had properly adjusted to the new addition to her body, Luna resumed it’s thrusting. The cock moved in and out at a steady pace, with each thrust forcing the breath from Octavia’s lungs as it compressed her body from the inside. Luna’s free hoof also resumed its ministrations, rubbing against Octavia’s pussy. Under the combined assault of Luna's hoof on her pussy, and the giant cock in her ass, Octavia was helpless to slow down the oncoming onslaught of her orgasm. With a loud scream, she was pushed over the edge, her orgasm overtaking her body like a flood. She thrashed powerfully against the bonds and Luna, but it was a futile effort. Luna held tightly to the subject in her arms, easily containing the quaking body as she was in the throes of her orgasm. Luna hugged Octavia tightly to her chest as she came down from her orgasm, waiting until she had stopped twitching before removing the magical penis from her ass. Luna gently comforted the sweaty body of Octavia, releasing her from her bonds. The earth pony lay limp in her powerful grip, and Luna carried her over to her bed, laying her down lovingly. Climbing into bed after her, Luna curled around Octavia, covering her protectively with a wing, and listened to the slow breathing of the now sleeping Octavia. Luna too closed her eyes, letting her exhausted body give in to the longing tendrils of sleep, to join her lover in the realm of sleep. Author's Note It's over now. Go home.
The OvertureAuthor's Note This was a collaborative effort between myself and Wr3nch. By that I, of course, mean we were both drunk and popcorn writing. The first chapter was written later, but the second and third documents are as they were initially written. The Overture It was a beautiful night out, and a full moon illuminated all of Canterlot. A soft, sweet melody carried through the cool night air, lending the starlit balcony of Princess Luna's quarters an even more dignified air than they already possessed. Princess Luna herself was sitting out on the balcony, her eyes focused hazily on her canvas of the sky while letting the music take her away. It had been years since she was allowed such simple pleasures, and she relished each such moment with the greatest of importance. To the right of Princess Luna stood the creator of said music. Octavia Melody, an up and coming cellist in Canterlot had been invited at the personal request of Princess Celestia to provide her sister with an evenings entertainment. The result, no doubt, of Octavia's stellar performance at the Gala a few weeks ago. Octavia felt as though her performance was one of the best of her life, and was not terribly surprised she had caught the ear of such distinguished royalty. Not to say she didn't squeal like a filly upon receiving the invitation. As Octavia finished up her set, she set her bow aside and wordlessly began packing away her cello. Luna did not appear to respond, so with a bow Octavia began moving away from the pensive alicorn. A soft voice stopped her. "Please, won't you sit with me a while longer?" Octavia froze. Looking over to the princess, she saw her still facing away from Octavia, her starry mane flowing in an ethereal breeze. Once again she bowed, stating, "Of course, Princess.". She set her cello down gently against the wall just inside the room before trotting outside to take a seat next to the Princess. "Truly, you are as talented as my sister says", Princess Luna stated with an air of finality, as though her word was an absolute truth. Octavia had heard much praise before given her status, but coming from the pony sitting next to her it made her blush slightly at the compliment. "Thank you, Princess." "Please, call me Luna.", Luna corrected her. She turned to smile at the smaller earth pony, and the stars themselves seemed to twinkle in her eyes. The world quieted around them as their gazes met, and time seemed to stand still. They felt a connection with each other that resonated through their respective arts. Luna snaked a wing around Octavia, brushing against her cutie mark and drawing a soft 'eep' from the cellist. "Now, I believe my sister paid you for an evening's entertainment, yes? Well why don't you come inside and entertain me some more."
The PerformanceLuna gasped, as she felt Octavia’s hoof travel down her quivering flank. “Dost thou toucheth my rectum!?” Octavia said nothing but smiles as she resumes touching the royal flank, enjoying the quivering feeling despite the Princess’s objections. The royal under her ministrations filled her with a sense of power. She relished the feeling of the diarch of the night succumbing to her touch. Emboldened by the princess’s body begging for more, Octavia slips her hoof lower to gently rub against Luna’s lower lips, smirking as her hoof dampens. Luna can’t help but twitch her legs as her most precious area is explored, prompting her more baser urges to the surface of her mind. The princess let out a long, low groan, as her inner lips were parted against the forceful entry of the cellist’s dexterous hooves. Her sopping entrance posed no resistance, and gladly accepted the forceful pleasure it was receiving. Octavia’s eyes lowered shut as she played her hoof over the princess as easily as her bow played across the strings of her cello. Her ears perking and listening for changes in the princess’s voice. Each instrument had its own quirks and idiosyncrasies to coax the best sound forward, and Luna was no exception. Octavia’s hoof dared to reach upward and lavish the royal clit, bringing Luna’s breathing and voice to a hitch. She shrieked shrilly, as waves of pleasure radiated through her core, forcing her body to tighten its muscles in response. Smirking, Octavia pulled her hoof away just before Luna came. As Luna caught her breath, her shaking eyes met Octavia’s confident gaze. She was still shivering from the unbelievable pleasure, unable to completely regain control of her body. She wondered how such a common earth pony could exert such control over an alicorn of her stature. Ponies normally wouldn’t even make eye contact with her, yet here she was, lain out in front of a mere musician as though she were just a mare in heat. Luna was slowly able to bring her breathing back under control, and the strength that had left her muscles was gradually returning. Octavia ensured that didn’t last long. Leaning back in between the lunar princesses shapely rear legs, Octavia hastily mashed her hoof back against Luna’s weeping wet pussy. The shock against Luna’s still sensitive sex was enough to cause Luna to throw her head back, mouth opened in a silent scream. Once again, her control over her muscles was forfeit to the pleasures the grey mare was forcing upon her. Her breathing was growing shorter and more labored, and the ever more familiar waves of pleasure shredded through her mental faculties. The feelings built in her core, the swelling pressure building more quickly than before. Her legs were beginning to tingle under the intensity of the feelings emanating from her clit. As she felt her orgasm begin to overtake her, she threw her head back further, throwing herself fully over into the pleasures looming before her. But they never came. Luna panted as she snapped out of her trance. She wondered why she hadn’t come yet. Looking down between her bared rear legs, she once again saw the smug grin of Octavia Melody, who was holding her dripping hoof just inches above her tortured nethers. Barely able to speak, Luna’s hips twitched, begging to have her needs sated, but unable to do anything other than flex helplessly under the absence of stimulation. “Wh-why?”, Luna managed to blurt out, desperate to know why she was being led so close to her release, only to be stopped before reaching completion. Octavia smirked and leaned back, looking over the limp pony before her before answering, “Because, I want to hear you beg for it.” Hardly wasting an instant, Luna was quick to comply. “Please! Please I need it!”, she emphasized her point with an additional thrust of her hips upwards. She squeaked out in relief as she felt the burning ache in her nethers quenched by the soothing touch of Octavia’s soft frog. Her moans got louder with each pant, still begging for the pony before her to allow her to orgasm. “Please...oh please...don’t stop...yes!”, Luna felt her orgasm building again, tears beginning to run down her face as the feelings in her juicy pussy began to be too much for her body. As she felt the final wave of pleasure cresting in her belly, she felt the pressure against her still weeping passage cease, the oppressive pressure in her nethers weighing painfully against her mind. She looked down to Octavia and shouted. “Please! Please let me cum! Octavia, I beg of thee! Grant my my release!” With a still widening grin, Octavia complied. Luna felt the hoof return to her pussy, roughly meeting the stagnating plateau of pleasure and pushing it forwards. Luna felt her entire body strain against the pleasure, as she helplessly found herself finally pushed over the edge and into the ocean of pleasure that had been painstakingly built up in front of her. With a loud scream that betrayed her feminine needs, she came with a force she had never before experienced. White hot streaks of tingling pleasure streaked along her nerves, overloading her every sense and rendering her own motor control useless. She was a slave to her pleasure, as her pussy contracted heavily against the foreign hoof that had guided it there. Slick juices gushed out of her contracting slit, soaking Octavia’s hoof in lubrication. The princess’ vision began to grow foggy, as the last vestiges of her normally mighty strength left her limbs. She was lost to a world of pleasure, and at the mercy of the pony who had led her there. Octavia kept her hoof held gently between Luna’s legs as the dark blue pony spasmed helplessly against her. She cupped the spasming organ, which kissed her soft frog with every wink, prolonging the rulers orgasm. Octavia watched with a softening smile as the pony she loved gradually lost the strength in her limbs, her consciousness beginning to fade under the heavy pleasure that settled over her mind. As Luna finally came down from her heavenly high, Octavia removed her hoof from Luna’s overstimulated sex. Moving around to the side of the now passed out alicorn, she carefully wrapped her strong hooves around the limp body of the larger pony, smiling as she felt dark blue fur press softly against her nose. The smell of Luna’s musk filled Octavia’s mind as she cuddled Luna, making sure she felt safe until she recovered from her orgasm. As Luna trembled before her, Octavia couldn’t suppress the genuine smile from her lips, feeling like the most powerful mare in Equestria. Even though it may not be the absolute truth, to bring the monarch to her quivering knees brought a sense of pride and giddiness to her mind. Partly from her own vanity, but also from the growing truth that she knew the princess would visit upon her own body, and soon if the stirring blue princess was any indication.
The EncoreLuna regained her senses slowly, looking upwards at her lover with a new feeling of determination mixing in with the slow-burning indignation she had sunk to. The princess knew full well the lengths she had admitted to achieve her needs, and had every intention of bringing the same feelings upon her grey lover. Luna darted upward, grasping Octavia’s lips in her muzzle and visiting the same spirit as her body had just moments ago. She gasped and swallowed, lips wallowing in an extended kiss as she cultivated the feeling of desire into Octavia’s mind. Princess Luna would never betray her duties as a guardian of pony’s dreams, but she would gladly delve into those taboo trade secrets to bring her partner the most powerful and pleasurable night of their lives if she could. She began with transitioning the kiss from romantic to passionate, transfusing some of her own desire into Octavia’s mouth and wondering idly what her tongue could accomplish if let to her own lascivious devices. With a glow of her horn, Luna enveloped Octavia with a simple spell of stimulation to rub her grey coat back and forth like a gigantic and all-encompassing hoof that could rub her everywhere at once. The earth pony responded in kind with a deep gasp that belied how she was trying to hide her growing desire, hugging her legs close as if trying to escape the hundred massaging hooves brushing against her coat. Unicorn magic always feels unfamiliar to an earth pony, but an alicorn’s magic was nearly overwhelming already! Octavia squirmed under the attention, her back arching as her body was massaged on all sides. Watching Luna’s reactions to her own hoofing had left her more than a little aroused, and with the new spell her lower lips were drooling with arousal. She let out little gasps of pleasure, finding herself unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure that was building up from all over her body. It was now Luna’s turn to smirk, assuming the role of the one in control like a practiced expert. The smaller pony writhing on the floor before her stirred feelings of lust from deep within her. Leaving the spell on autocast, she decided that she would take a more active role in breaking the young musician. Blue glow enveloping the alicorns mighty horn, Luna sent out her magic to snare the gray earth pony’s hooves, forcibly spreading them wide. Octavia, still preoccupied with the countless invisible hooves massaging every inch of her sensitive body, was completely helpless to even resist. Light tugs were all that she was able to manage, and they were completely unable to overcome the magic that opened up her vulnerable form to her new mistress. Luna licked her lips, and leaned down to Octavia’s prone form. She gently placed her lips on Octavia’s squirming neck, ever so gently brushing against her sweaty form. She lightly peppered kisses along the cellists toned body, causing Octavia to jump in response to each point of contact. The light brushes of Luna’s lips teased Octavia’s body even more, and she enjoyed every moment of it as she trailed teasingly down her entire body. Upon reaching Octavia’s stomach, Luna looked up into the sweat soaked face of the pony under her control. Octavia was grimacing in unbearable pleasure, the slow build of each sensation layering upon the already existing fog of lust that had plagued her previously. Luna moved her muzzle down slightly further, finding a hardened nub amongst the soft fur of Octavia’s underbelly. She opened her mouth, and took one of the hardened teats between her teeth, biting down gently. Octavia shouted in surprise, the painful sensation jolting through her. Luna released her teat, and kissed it, allowing her soothing lips to caress the teat gently. Octavia moaned loudly in response to the contrasting pleasure, pulling hard against the magical bonds that held her hooves at a distance. Luna sucked freely, moaning into Octavia’s soft belly, the vibrations driving her crazy. Luna dragged her tongue off the tempting teat and into the soft valley of her breasts, quickly going from descending to ascending as she licked upward toward her prize. Popping the other nipple into her mouth, Luna relished the motions of her grey pony as she licked, loved, and lavished every little whimper she could from Octavia. Pulling her lips back and trailing a little string of saliva, Luna sat up with a confident smirk of a job well done. Octavia was breathing hard and if her blazing cheeks were any indications, awash in budding need to orgasm. The sheer and upfront desire caught Luna’s attentions as she was used to continuously hiding her emotions, the earnest and unburdened desires striking a chord deep within her to admire the complete honesty although naught a word was said. Luna pulled herself backwards, pulling the horny cellist pony with her as she moved, and eventually holding Octavia close to her lap when she resumed her assault. Luna reached down directly to Octavia’s crotch and rubbed hard, ignoring the foreplay that she had done unto her in favor to excite even further. At the same time, Luna cradled Octavia with her other hoof while sneaking a wandering hoof along her breast. The resulting position left Luna more than capable to gaze upon Octavia’s face as she wrought pleasure upon pleasure against the grey earth pony. Luna drank in up; watching as each stroke, rub, and edge of her hoof made Octavia wince and gasp as Luna herself once had naught but minutes ago. Octavia cried out as her inner walls spasmed against the intruding hoof. Luna leaned forwards grabbing Octavia’s left ear in her teeth, biting down and causing the cellist to moan out again. With another shine of her horn, Luna created a magical construct, shaped in the form of a stallion’s member, magicking it down between Octavia’s legs. Octavia was too distracted to notice, until she felt the pressure against her rear entrance. Before she had a chance to react, Luna slowly but firmly pushed the member into Octavia’s tight ass, spreading the tight ponut around the stiff cock. Octavia threw her head back, resting it against Luna’s shoulder. The older mare cradled Octavia’s shuddering body, as it spasmed and adjusted to the massive member in her rear. Once Octavia had properly adjusted to the new addition to her body, Luna resumed it’s thrusting. The cock moved in and out at a steady pace, with each thrust forcing the breath from Octavia’s lungs as it compressed her body from the inside. Luna’s free hoof also resumed its ministrations, rubbing against Octavia’s pussy. Under the combined assault of Luna's hoof on her pussy, and the giant cock in her ass, Octavia was helpless to slow down the oncoming onslaught of her orgasm. With a loud scream, she was pushed over the edge, her orgasm overtaking her body like a flood. She thrashed powerfully against the bonds and Luna, but it was a futile effort. Luna held tightly to the subject in her arms, easily containing the quaking body as she was in the throes of her orgasm. Luna hugged Octavia tightly to her chest as she came down from her orgasm, waiting until she had stopped twitching before removing the magical penis from her ass. Luna gently comforted the sweaty body of Octavia, releasing her from her bonds. The earth pony lay limp in her powerful grip, and Luna carried her over to her bed, laying her down lovingly. Climbing into bed after her, Luna curled around Octavia, covering her protectively with a wing, and listened to the slow breathing of the now sleeping Octavia. Luna too closed her eyes, letting her exhausted body give in to the longing tendrils of sleep, to join her lover in the realm of sleep. Author's Note It's over now. Go home.
