Moonlight Catcher

"If you wish to back out it is now or never. Your move, initiate."

Two studly specimens of equine bodies stood before me, putting up convincing stoic faces. I knew better. Under the soft light of the full moon hovering above us I could see the tell-tale signs of pent up hunger in them. The murderous intent in their slitted eyes as they seized up their prey. The ever subtle curling of their fanged muzzle as they anticipated their meal. The oh so slight twitching of their tuffed ears and leathery wings as they contained their arousal, for I was their moonlight catcher tonight.

I had learned a lot in my training at the oracle of the Luna Vitalis. Our Great Empress Luna had created these ponies in the image of her favourite familiar, bats, so they would devote themselves to her in mind, soul and body. The latter aspect in particular was a bit too successful, their passion burned strong enough to make love all night and they needed an outlet at least once every three moons or they would go mad. Due to Luna's penchant for handsome males they bore 5 colts for every filly, thus the need to establish a group of female volunteers to bleed off their excess energy. With their lust reaching its highest peak at the full moon and the nature of the reproductive fluids we were affectionnally named the moonlight catchers.

I had been raised at the oracle, I was one of the few nonbat ponies just an ordinary pegasus. Luna tried her best to encourage more mingling with her batponies but prejudices run deep. I had lost both my parents to a plague, all my uncles and aunties were struggling to feed their own foals and they had the wisdom to donate me to this particular oracle because they had more room available. The oracle played many roles, in addition to helping the poor and the needy they offered various counseling services, healing herbs and fortune telling. However they were most popular for their massages, especially the intimate kind. It made sense to also train the moonlight catchers here. I had a talent in the sensual arts, as soon as I was of eligible age I volunteered to be a trainee. I had 6 months of hooves on practice at the oracle before I was deemed ready to spend my first night out on the field.

So that night I was sent to accomodate two grizzled veterans from the city guard. They were made aware of my status as newly minted catcher and would take care in reigning in their ardour but they would still undoubtedly test my stamina. In the shrouded darkness of the clearing I could barely distinguish their purple coats, one having a generous helping of blue mane with streaks of silver as well as a nasty scar on his left cheek while the other had plain grey. They both had cutie marks with the moon and shield in different configurations.

I exhaled a deep breath as I attempted to still my beating heart. I had seen them in and around the oracle many many times yet under present circumstances they appeared much more frightning. I was afraid I might give in to my flight instincts, I had to get into the thick of it as quickly as possible before I lose my bravado. I turned around, lowered my head and lifted my tail in the most amateur of blatant invitations.

"What are you doing!? You have to start with the massages and the tonguing otherwise we'll come at you at full force and..." a strained voice shot to my ears. I didn't pay attention to the rest of the sentence as the other stallion gave in to his desires, galloped and jumped onto my back. I almost fell forward but my forehooves dug into the ground to absorb the impact. As soon as I recovered I felt teeth gripping the fur at my withers, making my breath hitch a notch. This was the reaction I was looking for but I was surprised just how fast and aggressive he had come.

"Shadow Lance control yourself!" came the scolding from behind but it was bereft of conviction. He was all stallion, I was all mare, we were about to do it like animals.