Author's Note

(AN: A very special thank you to L0rd0f7hund3r for doing this chapter. Thanks buddy!)

Bonus Scene # 15 Amare Luna (Special Guest Author L0rd0f7hund3r)

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scenes

Amare Luna

Moondancer started blankly at the page in front of her. She had been reading on Stargazer’s Magical Interference Principal for the last four hours and her mind was operating under a cotton swab cover. She was also feeling a little cotton mouthed; it had been a few hours since she last had a drink of water. Declaring the principal she was having trouble reading salvageable after she whet her whistle, Moondancer removed herself to the drinking fountains. The library was quiet at this hour, given the preparations of the Canterlot denizens for Nocturna Circenses.

She always liked the water fountains in the Canterlot Central Library. The water was cool, the fonts were clean and free of rust, and the porcelain of the sink was free of scratches and other grime, too. Most ponies would gravitate towards the coffee shop that was recently installed a few weeks ago. Indeed, a small cluster of ponies were in the Flava Bean, drinking lattes, cappuccinos, and other assorted caffeinated beverages. She hadn’t given the shop her patronage yet, but the week was still young…

Once her throat was assuaged, Moondancer returned to her desk and study materials. Halfway there though, her attention was drawn away from her study of the arcane by a unique sight: a bat pony investigating the Horticulture section. Now, Moondancer was never one to judge, and Twilight would be disappointed if she gave in to such prejudices that others held against the thestrals. Still, she found it odd that this stallion was perusing through the books on plants. Especially since he was still wearing the uniform of the Lunar Guard. Such an elite operative in Princess Luna’s guard regiment was a sight to see and rare at that.

So, too, was the un-Equestrian beauty of his face. Moondancer was never one to fawn over any colt, but this stallion… She felt herself grow moist in her nethers and the moment she realized this, she cursed herself for wearing slacks today instead of a skirt. It didn’t help that Mr. Equestria had suddenly found her standing there and was purposely striding in her direction; his steel boots on the marble floor were surprisingly quiet.

“Excuse me, miss?” Asked the thestral, “I’m wondering if you can help me. I’ve been looking and looking for any literature on home gardening, specifically with a focus on nocturnal flora. Do you happen to know if there are any in this library? I would hate to have to make a trip to Ponyville for something so mundane…”

“Uh, uh,” Moondancer replied, “uh, yes, yes, I would. Heh-heh. Sorry, had a- brain malfunction or something. Yes, nocturnal flora you said?”

The guard nodded, adding, “I’ve been meaning to brighten up my belfry but I’m never awake or off duty when most bookstores are open. The public libraries are the only establishment open this late.”

“Ah, I see,” Moondancer said, then leaning down to a section of books on a lower shelf, “I think these might be of interest to you. The Pony’s Guide to Night Blooming Plant Species, How to Raise Your Moon Orchids, How I Stop Worrying and Learned to Love Deadly Nightshade, Umbra Lilies for Imbeciles…”

“That’s- quite the collection,” the guard said, scratching at the back of his neck, “I’ve been looking down this aisle for nearly an hour and didn’t even see those there.”

“Oh, when you frequent a library as often as I do,” Moondancer explained, “you get to know every nook and cranny, learn every eccentricity of the librarians, and even discovering entire sections of hardly anypony would pay attention to but you. But I digress…”

“Well, thank you very much miss-?” The Guard stated.

“Oh, uh, Moon- Moondancer,” Moondancer announced, “and you would be?”

“Lance Corporal Sound Ray,” the Guard replied with a proud smile, “of Her Majesty’s select Lunar Guard.”

“Sound Ray,” Moondancer repeated, “well, it was a pleasure helping you out, Lance Corporal-”

“Please,” Ray beamed, “you can call me Ray. I’ve been off duty for an hour now. Her Highness is feeling- frisky tonight and dismissed half the Lunar Guard to perform her marital duties. I swear, that Bumble kid is one lucky sucker.”

“Oh, yes, I heard about that,” Moondancer said, “some of my class were up in arms about that. My friend from Ponyville was actually rather excited about it. She tells me that tourism to the village has increased tenfold from the previous year.”

“You don’t say?” Ray retorted, “And you’re a student?”

Moondancer nodded, a blush forming on her muzzle, “I’m a graduate student, from the University, but- yeah, a student.”

“You’re talking like that’s a bad thing,” Ray said, “I’m all for getting an education. After my tour ends, I’m going to enroll in some night classes. I’m looking forward to becoming a botanist…”

Moondancer giggled, the sound coming out of her feeling very much like that from a filly, but she couldn’t care at that point. The thought of this well toned and articulate stallion becoming a botanist was too funny to pass up.

“Sorry, sorry,” Moondancer wheezed, “displaced imagery. I had this scene where you were tending a garden in full Guard armor…”

“No worries,” Ray replied, “and trust me, my squad mates tend to bust my balls even harder about my hobbies.”

She giggled, not knowing the degree of ribbing the stallion received for his eccentricities but imagining it was filled with pillow fights and verbal teasing. Just then, the town clocks began to chime. It was much later than she imagined it to be and she hadn’t finished studying yet. She had been so distracted by this lovely stallion that she nearly forgot about- oh, this was bad, she had forgotten what it was she was studying about! A cute yawn escaped her, she tried to muffle as quickly as possible. Sound Ray had heard and seen it, as evidenced by the shy smile creeping across his lips.

“So, uh, listen,” Ray began, “we just met and all, but it’s kinda rare for a stallion like myself to find such a cute mare in what time off he gets-”

“I’m not cute,” Moondancer proclaims, noticing a lock of her mane falling out of the messy bun she always sported, “I’d say I was average. I mean, I rarely wear makeup, I don’t wear the latest fashions, my hair is always a mess, and I’m about as coordinated as a cerberus with a migraine in two two of it's heads.”

“I still think you’re cute,” Ray countered, “and I should know; some of the mares in The Lunar Guard could pass for fashion models-”

Moondancer, who had been sporting a robust blush, was now wearing an apprehensive expression on her face.

“That is to say, as pretty as they are, they wouldn’t give me the time of day,” Ray continued, “and I’m not all for hardbodies. I like quiet mornings at home, drinking a fine tea and watching the birds fly about. So, if you’re not too busy, or sleepy, would you like to get a cup of tea or something from the coffee store here?”

At a loss for words, considering a dashing and handsome colt has just asked her out, in a way, Moondancer could do naught but dimly nod her head; she trusted not her voice to speak all the thousands or so of incredulities she was feeling right now.

“Great!” Sound Ray exclaimed, nearly disturbing the quiet of the library, “Let me go and get these books checked out. I’ll meet you in the Flava Bean in like, ten minutes.”

Moondancer nodded again, her voice coming out as little more than a squeak. She watched as Sound Ray beamed at her, telling her thanks, and then kept watch over him as he made his towards the circulation desk.

He’s smart, he’s cute, and he has the nicest flank I have ever seen, Moondancer thought to herself, by Faust, when did I become such a notorious flirt? Moondancer, you are such a naughty filly…

It was nearly dawn when Moondancer returned home. She and Sound Ray had spoken for hours, sometimes over current events, other times over the minutiae of life. Despite the fact that she was dead on her hooves when she met the Lunar Guard, she found herself alert and lively as they conversed. The copious amounts of tea she drank weren’t what kept her so coherent. She found herself drawn to the stallion and she thought fondly of him as she laid her down to sleep.

Sound ray was intelligent, that much she ascertained during their talk, but he was also courteous and despite a life spent in the Foal Mountains, he was highly knowledgeable of Canterlot politics and etiquette. He was also rather well read; he was able to challenge many of her preconceptions about life and society. Moondancer found out that Sound ray was an excellent debate opponent, given that he successfully countered many of her arguments about one subject or another.

The fact the he was handsome stallion was not lost on her, either. She was sure if she wrote to her friend Twilight- Sorry, Her Majesty, Princess Twilight Sparkle, Regent of Friendship, if she wrote to her, she thought her long time friend would squeal in delight and encourage Moondancer to pursue the stallion in earnest. Not that she would need much encouragement on that front.

The burning in her loins that she felt as they debated and joked was no fluke, she knew. She had never been with a stallion before, which was her fault to be honest. Before reuniting with Twilight, Moonie had spent a considerable amount of her time deep in study. There were days, neigh, weeks where she would go without bathing or even seeing the slightest hint of sunlight. Her nose had become affixed to a book and hardly could remove her from it.

Things were different now. She had weekly get togethers with Minuette, Lemon Hearts, and Twinkleshine and sent regular letters to Twilight. She did have to admit that Twilight’s life in Ponyville made her a little envious. All the adventure, a glorious castle (she had visited and was astounded by Twilight’s new home,) though she didn’t begrudge the new princess with her proximity to the Everfree Forest. Even in her visit to Ponyville, Moondancer kept one eye and both ears overlooking the forsaken woods, on alert for dangers that might emerge from there.

With a yawn, Moondancer decided she needed at least a few hours sleep. She sent a dragonfire message to her professor of her morning class, letting the mare know that she wouldn’t make it class today. Her reason? Well, she couldn’t lie, but she could navigate around the truth well enough. She told her professor that she had an interesting encounter with a “friendly acquaintance” and she had stayed out later than she planned. Moondancer had never made any excuses to cut class before, so she hoped that her professor wouldn’t try to follow up on this. The student dressed herself for bed, voided her bladder (TOO. MUCH. TEA.) and settled down to sleep. She was out cold within seconds.

Days passed, subjects were studied, and Moondancer had nearly forgotten about the batpony she met at the library. Not for lack of trying, though; Moondancer would frequent the library they met at the same hour she met him, but there was neither sight nor sound of Sound Ray. It may have been that he was on duty. He had told her that he had the night off when they last met. Although, given how their first (and last) meeting went, she was sure that Sound would want to continue befriend her.

Not that she had much time for that at the moment. Nocturna Circenses was quickly approaching and a great deal of her time was spent helping Minuette prepare the neighborhood with decorations for the party. While the Summer Sun Celebration and all the associated festivals that happened around it were a more formal series of affairs, Princess Luna decided that her festival times were to be much less so. The Night Circuses were designed to be a series of block parties all connected to a thrilling circus established in Canterlot Square. The parade would start at dusk, starting from Canterlot Palace and winding it's way through the city until it arrived at the square under twilight.

Moondancer had practiced a number of spells in conjunction with the festivities, including several lighting enchantments meant for turning the gaslights into area lamps. Minuette was joining a selection of other musically inclined unicorns to serenade the revelers, and Lemon Hearts was making some hors d'oeuvres and some other sundry treats. Twinkleshine wasn’t going to be in town for the party; she was visiting family but she sent a letter letting her friends know she was back home and having fun.

As evening drew near, Moondancer noticed a small gathering forming at the end of the block. The party goers weren’t to arrive for another hour, so these party crashers had come early. Minuette trotted up to Moondancer, apprehension in her eyes.

“Hey, Moonie,” she called out, “are you seeing this?”

Moondancer nodded, adding, “I think these guys are a little early.”

Minuette gave her friend a deadpan stare.

“You’re serious?” Minuette asked, “Those are Royal Guards over there!”

“They are?” Moondancer inquired?

Another deadpan glare was given, and then Minuette said, “Do you need order a new prescription for your glasses?”

“Now that you mention it, I do think I need to pay my opthamologist a visit,” Moondancer replied, “why?”

“Why?” Minuette replies back, “Those are Solar and Lunar Guards! They’re kind of hard to miss!” A pause, and then, “Why is that one Lunar Guard staring at us?”

“Which one?”

“The Pegasus with the corporal chevrons,” Minuette answers, “at least I think those are corporal chevrons. I’ve never been a military pony…”

Moondancer looks; her heart skips a beat when she recognizes the toothy grin of the Pegasus in Lunar Guard colors.

“Sound Ray,” she breaths and a quizzical expression comes over Minuette.

“You know that colt?” She asks, and when Moondancer nods, she adds, “Well, I’ll be tied in hemp, basted in honey and and fed to a bugbear. My Moonie, who has never seen a stallion outside of books and historical texts, managed nab her a cute one!”

“Faust damn it, Mini,” Moondancer growls, “it isn’t like that.”

“Not yet, anyway,” Minuette coos.

“So, anyway,” Moondancer says an apparent attempt to change the subject, “what do you think they’re doing here?”

“What do you think?” Minuette replies, “They’re here to inspect the parade route. Don’t want anypony casting a lethal spell at the Princesses now, would they?”

“But who-?” Moondancer began before relenting, “Right, okay, I guess it does make some sense. Anyway, I should go see what Sound Ray wants.”

“So this colt has a name-?” Minuette coos, only to get her sheet music shoved in her muzzle.

“None of your business, Mini,” Moondancer declares before trotting off to see Sound.

Minuette licks her tongue in mild annoyance, saying, “That filly needs to get laid.”

Meanwhile, Moondancer’s approach of the guards has not gone unnoticed. Several members of the Solar Guard watch her as she trots forward, spears held at ready but not in attack position. Very few of these hardened warriors think this bespeckled, homely filly as an immediate threat, but appearances have been deceiving before. The most experienced of Celestia’s elite can tell when a target is hostile at a distance; it is these soldiers who wave the others off. The Lunar Guards, being so newly reconstituted, are no slouches to determining threats. Unlike their Solar counterparts, though, the thestrals of Luna’s elite cohort have Moondancer assessed at a glance. Also, their fellow guard told them about her.

“Halt,” one of the burlier guards, an Earth pony, calls out to Moondancer, “identify: friend or foe?”

“Oh, come off it, Gleaming Shield,” one of the thestrals, a mare, calls out, “this filly isn't worth your time. Besides, she’s here to see my my lance corporal.”

The aforementioned Gleaming Shield gives the thestral a menacing look, “What do you mean, Eclipse? What do you know about this mare that I don’t?”

“Well,” Eclipse replies, “for one, she isn’t a threat. She lives here; her scent is everywhere in this neighborhood. Second, if she were hostile, me and mine would pick her up as soon as we stepped hoof in this burg. We know aggressors and changelings by smell… Also, my lance corporal knows of this filly.”

Shield turns towards Sound and asks, “Is this true?”

Sound nods, adding, “Yes, sir, it is, sir. I met her a week ago. She’s a graduate student of the University, doing research and the like for the School of Gifted Unicorns.”

“Is that so?” Shield asks, now turned to Moondancer.

“Uh, yes, it is,” she answers, “I’m a research assistant for Professor Gladhoof, on loan from Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. I can give you my student ID number and Royal Equestrian Archives Verification-”

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Shield says, raising a hand to stop Moondancer from rambling, “but I will be checking in with Professor Gladhoof to verify your status later. Guards, as you were.”

The Solar Guard contingent stands down from ready position. Moondancer let's out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as Sound Ray approaches her.

“Sorry for that,” he says, “with everything going on with the princesses right now, security is getting ramped at all public appearances. Also, sorry for not coming by to see you. The last week has been a blur what with Princess Luna joining a herd and the grousing that the nobles are having over it. The Captains of the Guards are in fits trying to get security details and logistics for it all straightened out. Which means yours truly has been busier than a one legged apple bucker.”

“Well, that does explain your absence,” Moondancer says, “but the least you could have done was sent me a note.”

“You’re right,” Sound admits, “one note to explain why I was nowhere to be seen. Of course, if would have helped if I weren’t on a covert op.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, sorry, I can’t say more,” Sound replies, “that’s why they’re called ‘covert operations.’ But I’m back, so, maybe I can get to enjoy this festival with you?”

“Are you asking me out, Sound Ray?” Moondancer inquires.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly asking if you had seen my second head,” Sound jokes, “but after some preliminary searches of this neighborhood, I’ll be out and about in plain clothes. I wouldn’t mind if you joined me in scouting out the attractions as part of my duties tonight.”

“Is it okay for you do that?” She asks him, then she turns to Eclipse, “Is it okay for him to do this?”

Eclipse answers, “Of course. There’s already a Lunar Guard presence with the Princess's entourage; my battalion was asked to work the crowd, scope out any potential trouble within the partygoers. I’ve got a squad in every block where the procession is going, this being one of the last. Your colt is going to be part of the squad going native in this area. You going to be okay with that?”

“Yes, I think so,” Moondancer replies, then turning to Sound Ray, “when you’re done here, I’ll be over on Farrier Street, setting up lanterns along the way.”

“I’ll be sure to come and find you,” Sound declares, “see ya!”

“See you later,” Moondancer says, as she trots away. She sees Minuette smirking as she approaches her good friend.

“I see what you did there!” Minuette sings.

“I doubt you did,” Moonie sings back, “besides, it’s part of his duties.”

“Right, right,” Minuette fires back, “so, when do you get time to do the smoochies?”

“MINUETTE!”

It was two hours later that Sound ray joined Moondancer again. She most surprised that he had changed from his uniform into a modest suit that be fitting on any Canterlot noble. She remarked about it, and Sound said he wasn't all that comfortable in it, but it was the last of what few garments fit him. The Guard may priority in the budget, he explained, but undercover work had a tiny allotment compared to combat operating and special ops, so much of was at hand was thrift store buys. Moondancer didn’t complain; she thought his attire was actually rather dapper and it complimented his coat colors quite well.

Minutes later, the pair disappeared into the throng. Sound was doing his all to keep track of all potential hostiles, though he would admit later, that it was all for naught. With so many beings, either pony, griffon, minotaur, and zerba, milling about there was little to go on if there was an agitator in thousands of revelers. Moondancer, on the other hoof, was steering Sound Ray into the various carnival booths, trying out the food in several vendor booths and playing all the carnival games. Quite a few bits were lost, but when al was said, and done, Sound Ray walked out of it all with a Diamond Dog plush toy (roughly ½ life sized scale) and a brand new koi fish to liven up his apartment. Moondancer was aglow with victory.

The next few nights of Nocturna Circeses went about the same way, with Sound in his undercover uniform (though he managed to dress down in a t-shirt and jeans one night and completely outclass himself in a loose fitting tuxedo another night,) prowling the crowd on lookout for certain dangers. Moondancer, on the other hoof, was having the time of her life, and getting a month’s worth of calories over several nights and had spent a great deal of her grant money on carnival games and food. By the last night of the festivities, both ponies found themselves light on funds and heavy in belly.

“Oh, Celestia, this has been fun,” Moondancer declared, “I can’t remember the last I had so much fun before.”

“This has been a blast,” Sound added, “albeit, I wouldn’t have minded if I could been off during this period. Kinda hard to enjoy the party when you’re on the clock.”

“I’m so sorry you had to work during this,” Moondancer said, “but on the bright side, you didn’t have to bust anypony’s head.”

“Well, there is that,” Sound admitted, “so, not a total loss.”

“I’ll say,” Moondancer beamed, then she asked, “so, do you know when you’ll be off duty again?”

“Well, from my understanding, my squad and I will be getting a week off,” Sound Ray answered, “apparently, we’ve put in too much overtime and the bean counters over in the Royal Comptroller’s Office want us to lay off for while. Not that I blame them; security for an event like this is at a premium.”

“Oh, okay,” Moondancer crows, then, “Are you- doing anything now?”

Sound Ray gives his companion a quizzical look and asks, “What do you mean? Do you have something in mind?”

“Oh, it was nothing much,” Moondancer replies, “I was just think you and I could go back to my place and- get to know each other better?”

A wry smile forms on Sound’s muzzle and he says, “Let me talk to my commanding officer.”

Moondancer follows Sound Ray as he approaches his CO. She only hears bits and pieces of their conversation, but from the high five she gives him and the somewhat inappropriate flank slap she gives him, it sounds like he’s getting an early start to his impromptu vacation. When he returns, Moondancer gives him a quailing stare.

“What was that about?”

“What was what about?” Sound asks, “Wait, do you mean that flank slap?”

“No, I was talking about the moon turning to blood and dead rising from their graves. Oh course I was talking about the flank slap!”

“Oh!” Sound exclaims, “That’s my COs example of being playful. I wouldn’t worry her; she’s a filly fooler. If anything, I would worry about her. I hear her wife is a jealous little thing.”

“Oh,” Moonie says dumbly, “well, then I guess I was worried over nothing.”

“You were worried about me?” Sound says, again with that wry smile of his, “Why would worry about me?”

“Well,” Moondancer begins, “I- I’ve actually grown rather fond of you over the last few nights. I was hoping that you and I could take things to the next, logical step.”

“Like what?” Sound asks, “Like, being special someponies or something?”

“Yes!” She exclaims, “Yes, very much that, special someponies.”

“All right,” he replies, “I didn’t know what to think. I mean, we haven’t known each other long but- Yeah, I could say that I’ve grown to like you, too. When I’m with you… everything just seems right in the world. Ya know?”

“I think I do,” she answers, “so- what are we going to do about that?”

Even with the stealth training that every Lunar guard goes through in Basic, Sound still made one Tartarus of a ruckus opening Moondancer’s door. It didn’t help that his muzzle was firmly affixed to hers, or that the two were groping each other in a mad frenzy. If any any of her neighbors weren’t usually awake at five in the morning, they certainly would be now. The crash of her front door was reverberating down the block and around the corner.

The pair bumped around some of her furniture, unheeding of the topography of the thoroughly shambolic sitting room, until Sound tripped over a small stack of books leading upstairs. The pair took a tumble, but thankfully, the guard’s training and peak physical fitness saving Moondancer from smacking hard upon the staircase.

“He-he, sorry,” she said apologetically, “I’m not used to having visitors, as you likely tell.”

“It’s okay,” Sound replied, “my squad mate’s bunk is a whole lot worse than this. Though, you won’t be finding any treatise from Starswirl the Bearded or essay from Stargazer the Elder. Ten bits says you’ll find the latest issue of Playcolt and a year’s worth of cupcake wrappers under his bunk, with a thin film of ejaculate coating his sheets.”

“Ew,” Moondancer objects, “did not need you to paint a picture for me.”

“Sorry,” Sound wheezes, “did I kill the mood?”

Her head tilts sideways, a little foal on the verge of some mischief and says, “might have dampened it some, but not that much.”

A wide smile formed on Sound’s lips and it only deepened when Moondancer returned it. The two rushed upstairs, tumbling towers of books down the stairs en route to her bedroom. Once there, the pair began to fondle and grope each other, removing one article of clothing after another. Soon, Sound is bereft of all by his boxers and Moondancer has naught but her cotton brassiere and and a matching pair of panties. Both ponies breath heavily, as their arousal reaches its peak. Staring into each other’s eyes, they begin again with a mad make out session. They only break when they become lightheaded from lack of oxygen forces them to do so.

“So,” Moondancer pants, a blush rising upon her cheeks, “how do you want to do this?”

“Well,” Sound replies, “I’m kind of new to this, so, I’m going by your experience.”

She laughs, which confuses him a little, and then she adds, “I’m new to this, too. I’ve spent the majority of my life buried in books.”

“Then,” he began, “how did you-? I mean, with your estrus? How did you handle that?”

“Well, umm,” she starts, “I- may have applied a few spells I know to help- ease it. And- and I’m friends with Princess Sparkle, so, she sent some exotic herbs my way that can counteract the worst of the symptoms. So, uh, I’ve- I’ve never- Well, I’ve never…”

Moondancer finds her speech interrupted by Sound’s fingers pressing to her lips.

“It’s okay,” he says, “we’ll- find out, together.”

Moonie gives Sound a nervous smile, but she nods her head. She is so willing to go through with this, she can’t think of any other answer to give.

“We still need to figure out a way to do this, though,” she mutters, “it’s not like you and I can dry hump each other.”

“Well, we could,” Sound explains, “but I think that wouldn’t nearly as enjoyable. Maybe you could- ride on top of me?”

“What?”

“Some of teen years were spent pursuing- less than wholesome entertainment. And, I may have stumbled upon some nickelodeon's with some rather- uh, rather lewd activities occurring.”

“Uh-huh,” she deadpans.

“Yeah, so, I was thinking-”

“I thought I smelled something burning.”

“That would be my erection,” he quipped, “now, uh, from what I remember, because it’s been awhile since I’ve seen it, the mare sits astride her stallion-”

“Like this?”

“Yeah, yeah, and then she straddles his stallionhood-”

“Oh, like this? Anything like this?”

“A little closer-”

“Oh- OH! Wow, this thing is warm!”

“Oh, it gets warmer!” He expounded, “now, uh, you’re going to take my stallionhood and slide down it- No, not like that. It helps if you pull your panties aside. Yeah, like that. Now, you have to insert it into yourself- OH, BUCK!”

Moondancer had did as Sound had directed, and upon inserting the flattened head of his erection, she gasped. She had never taken anything up her foal hole before and the slight sting of a stallion’s pride penetrating her was almost too much to bear. She rode out the pain, because underneath it was a pleasant throbbing sensation she was actually beginning to like. She then wondered what it would be like to have him fully inside her.

As she slid down his shaft, he sent breathes through his teeth. The overwhelming sensation of a mare’s insides proved a whole new level of delight in the young stallion and he rode the waves of pleasant warmth with pride. Soon, mare and stallion met, flesh to flesh, though moondancer had to stop halfway, as his staff met her maidenhead. She had to coax her body to allow the warm, throbbing pole to intrude that much deeper. The sharp prick of pain she felt when that barrier snapped in twain was brief but terrible. Afterwards, the rest of the descent was pleasurable in ways she find herself describing with any accuracy or ease.

“Hah,” she breathed, “it’s inside me! I feel so full. Are you okay, Sound?”

“Yeah,” he moaned, “but I think I just found Elysium!”

She giggled at how agog he was.

“Faust, I’m such a dork, aren’t I?”

She answered, “You may be a dork, but you’re my dork. And now, I’m going to claim you!”

“Be my guest,” he quipped, “just be sure to you don’t marehandle the equipment. It’s all original, you know?”

She giggled again, then began the arduous process of coupling with her stallion. She slowly rose up off his shaft, losing that feeling of connectivity, of being full, then she slid back down, relishing the sensation of a second heartbeat filling her up once again. She repeated this again, but this she went faster and came down slower. This earned a moan from Sound, so Moondancer decided to up the ante.

During one of her trips back up, she unhooked her brassiere, but instead of pulling it off immediately, she held onto the cups while letting the straps fall away. He saw this and instantly, his pride went from rock hard to steel hardened. She gasped at the intensity with which his rod went rigid, though it was still pulsing lightly within the confines of her canal. It was far from unpleasant. Neigh, it was the single most pleasurable thing she ever felt in her life!

She continued bounce astride Sound, her moans beginning to increase in volume and length. A sheen of sweat arises on her coat, a feat that hadn’t occurred since she was a filly in magical kindergarten. Sound, for his part, was grunting in pleasure, his hands finding Moondancer’s cutie marks and squeezing them fondly. The torrent of bliss he was experiencing from being inside of Moondancer increased ten fold, minimum, as he fondled her flanks. The undulation of her well was virtually strangling his stallionhood, to the point where he was beginning to get concerns about loss of circulation and acute necrosis.

Soon, a new worry popped into his head. While he was not a colt to play with himself (unless it was solitaire,) Sound did realize that he was on the verge of climax; any minute now, his erection would erupt into a fountain of life giving seed. Another minute, maybe two, and his orgasm would rush out, filling her up to the brim and then some. He didn’t if he should tell her about it or just let it ride; everything so far was sensational and he didn’t want it to end.

“Sound,” Moonie panted, “I feel so strange!”

“What’s wrong?” Sound asked.

She answered, “My body- it’s electric! I feel like- I could burst!! Don’t know… if I can… hold on… any longer!”

“Then don’t,” Sound said, “let go! Just to warn you, though, I am close, like, really close. I don’t know if it’s safe for me to finish inside you…”

“Don’t worry,” she pants back, “had my- estrus- a week ago… Fill me up- if you want… Oh, Faust, I’m coming!!”

Moondancer’s passage clamps down on Sound’s tool, a vice clenching down in a thick, steel rod. The intensity of the pressure is too much for Sound; his climax explodes within Moondancer, flooding the mare from within. Simultaneously, Moondancer writhes in utter abandon, waves of sensual bliss crashing through, over her, within her, blighting out all rational thought. She can feel Sound Ray as his pride pulsates, sending thick, viscous streams of semen deep inside her, filling her womb and vagina with his seed. After such a rapturous orgasm, Moondancer is unprepared for a second and when it hits, her mind and sight go blank. It hits with the force of a megaspell, collapsing all thought and emotion in a singular moment of joy.

When her mind of finally cognizant, Moondancer realizes she has collapsed atop Sound. He wears a goofy, pleased grin; his erection is still pouring copious amounts of fluid within her, the excess spilling out of her passage and pooling on the bed sheets. In that moment, she could care less. She was a mare, a true mare, having just received the rutting of a lifetime from a stallion she could call her own. She was exhausted, sweaty, mostly nude, and her every nerve was alight in sensation. Yet, the persistent happiness she felt as Sound breathed hastily beneath her expounded on a myriad of opportunity she had once thought denied to her.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed, “oh, Celestia and the sainted teats of Luna, wow!”

“I know right,” he panted, “that was- something else! I just- and then you- then, WHOO!”

Sound chuckled nervously, and Moondancer joined him.

“I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am,” Moondancer stated, “although, I’m going to have some trouble cleaning these sheets.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Sound replied, “but, as long as you’re happy, I am overjoyed.”

She smiled and asked, “Well you be my special somepony, Lance Corporal Sound Ray?”

“Why, I would be offended if you didn’t ask!” Sound answers, “Moondancer, such a pretty name.”

“I know,” she grins, “but you didn’t answer.”

“The answer I will give you is ‘yes,’” he quipped, “but only if you’re ready for round two.”

“OK,” she enthused, “this time, though, I want you from behind!”

A shocked came over Sound’s face, “Wait, do you mean you want me to take you from behind or that you are going to take me from behind?!”

Laughing, she said, “Take me, you dolt, before I reconsider.”

And did he ever!