Have you ever danced with a Sparkle in the pale moonlight?
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It's a Wonderful Night for a Moondance
Have you ever danced with a Sparkle in the pale moonlight?
Candles flickered. The books were closed for the night. The hearth glowed with the burning of coals, and Moon Dancer shivered in sensual ecstasy. She revelled in the tension and release of pleasure through her muscles, down her legs and making her breathing...breathless.
Her belly quivered and she jutted her hips even further forward. The tongue between her legs was heavenly. Moon Dancer wrapped her hooves in the soft, flowing mane of the one servicing her, pushing and pulling as she desired.
Twilight Sparkle planted kisses along her and Moon Dancer moaned. She laughed under her breath then, dragging Twilight’s mane, brought her eyes up to meet hers. Her muzzle was wet, her chin and cheeks were glazed. The alicorn chewed and licked her lips in a vain bid to dry them. Moon Dancer tightened her haunches, locking her legs around the princess’ neck.
The unicorn tossed her head back and chuckled. Keeping Twilight’s mane tightly bound, Moon Dancer stroked Twilight Sparkle’s head. “So you’ve never done this before?” she asked. Before she allowed the chance to reply, she pushed Twilight’s head down once more. The princess’ sucking lips and lapping tongue made Moon Dancer’s hips roll in sensual throes. When she finally gave Twilight slack to breath, she huffed and gasped.
“No, never. I said that. I’ve never done... anything... like this before.”
Moon Dancer gestured for Twilight to use her hoof for a time. The princess was breathy and needed some air. She stared meaningfully and was pleased when Twilight scooted her back legs forward, raising her behind prominently and putting herself in reach of her other hoof. Moon Dancer let her eyes roll and breath catch as she revelled, listening to the wet, twin sounds of Twilight’s efforts.
“Not even for yourself?”
Moon Dancer was met with a pouty look, as if to ask, ‘Are you serious?’ There was a pause in the delightful sounds of hooves, wetness and touch. “That doesn’t count,” the princess said blithely. “Not like this.”
“Oh, but isn’t it so much better like this?” Moon Dancer flicked Twilight’s pert ears playfully, then slapped them gently in a mock imitation of violence. “You’ll get a turn,” she promised.
Twilight grumbled, so Moon Dancer forced her head down again. “Mmhmm,” was the response Moon Dancer then got.
Minutes passed and Moon Dancer came a little closer to suffocating Twilight Sparkle. When next she breathed, the alicorn gasped and spoke in a raspy manner. “Are you close?” she asked. “Are you getting close?”
“Mmm... a little. It doesn’t do you any favours though, when you stop.”
“What I don’t understand is... how... how is this happening?”
“Mmm?”
There were a few blissful moments without words. When Twilight next raised her head, shimmering wet threads were strung on her lips. “I came over to visit. We were catching up. Visiting.”
Moon Dancer fondled the Princess’ perky ears; she loved their velvety softness. She coaxed Twilight Sparkle’s head down and down further. “Don’t worry,” she coo’d. “Enjoy this.”
Ahh, sweet contact. Twilight Sparkle moaned and laughed under her breath. Moon Dancer felt every. Single. Hot breath wash over her. “That I can do,” chuckled the Princess.
Moon Dancer felt the quivers of that laughter, too.
It felt good.
Moon Dancer was close now. Close enough that her composure was melting around the edges. The Princess Twilight Sparkle spoke with such a sultry, teasing tone that only took Moon Dancer that much closer. “We were discussing our studies. You offered me wine. You lit candles. Now this. You used magic on me, didn’t you?”
Moon Dancer gasped and spasmed. She wrapped Twilight’s mane tighter in her hooves and pulled hard enough that it surely had to hurt the Princess, but she wasn’t stopping. Moon Dancer was inclined to believe Twilight Sparkle’s claims to innocence. She was a famously quick study.
Twilight Sparkle pursed her lips around Moon Dancer’s bead. She raked it with her teeth, lovingly - painfully - mockingly: they were all facets of a wider, overpowering sensation. Moon Dancer scraped together what resolve she still possessed and fought to ride it out.
The Princess’ hooves were strong. She eased them up Moon Dancer’s thighs, caressing them as she went. Then Twilight Sparkle pried them farther open. “Did you use magic on me?”
Moon Dancer gasped, she was coming very close.
Twilight’s tongue was an unrelenting masterstroke on Moon Dancer’s hot and quivering body. The moments of her speech were only a cruel, teasing respite of the coming crash Moon Dancer faced. “I might not be happy when the spell wears off,” mused Twilight salaciously.
“You’re good. But we both knew that.” Twilight Sparkle unfolded the petals of Moon Dancer and dipped her tongue in nectar, making the unicorn moan and shake. “If you’re going to change a pony’s mood and behaviour...” she drew out the moment with three long. Sensual. Licks.
“Then it helps to account for their higher brain functions, too. Otherwise...” Moon Dancer was jarred as her thighs were parted wider, the Princess pinned her legs down with surprising strength and crawled, cat-like, up over her. “...A clever pony just might spot the incongruities in their own behaviour. A drunk pony can still realize they are drunk, after all. Same with magical influences.”
Twilight Sparkle kissed Moon Dancer. There was tongue. The unicorn was helpless but to taste herself on that hot and wet intrusion. “Of course, you wouldn’t really think it was at all acceptable to cast a spell like that on another pony, would you? Maybe I am just, oh, cutting loose? Maybe I - Twilight Sparkle, blushing virgin - am just so done with that.”
“Or you, Moon Dancer...” There were teeth in Twilight’s smile. Moon Dancer bit down on her lips and, helpless but to lock her eyes with those of Twilight's, fought against the sensations of sheer pleasure the alicorn’s hoof unmercifully gave her. “...Have set something loose entirely greater than you were prepared to deal with. Hmm? So, Moon Dancer,” Twilight purred her name, she tried not to break then and there, “Which is it?”
“It was...ah...ah! A very good bottle of...heh... wine.”
Twilight Sparkle’s wings flared. She paused a moment, giving Moon Dancer a vital second to fall back from the absolute verge. The Princess grinned, and laughing, put newfound force into her hoof’s efforts. “You cheeky bitch! You really did use magic on me!”
“I... I...”
Twilight dove. She sucked and nibbled the unicorn’s lips. “I don’t even care to hear it. You did it. Here we are. Face the consequences.” Moon Dancer’s hoof was picked up, she soon found it pushed with earnest somewhere warm. Somewhere wet.
It was good. Oh so good Moon Dancer worked her hoof and Twilight Sparkle rocked her hips, reciprocating in earnest.
But Moon Dancer was so much farther along the path, and the alicorn so much more in control now. The Princess’ hoof was still on her and, when Twilight kissed her with an almost violent degree of force - pushing herself onto her, biting her lips - before releasing her, only to go down again, Moon Dancer knew it as a matter of truth that she wasn’t going to come through the next few moments in one piece.
Her time, simply, had come. By a Princess’ decree no less.
Twilight slurped in an almost gross manner, down between Moon Dancer’s legs. The crudeness of it shocked her; she could feel the rivulets running down her - some of herself, some of Twilight; hot and slick, then cooling and marring the bedding they shared beneath them. The Princess’ voice was mocking, but only drove Moon Dancer’s experience to greater heights for it. “Do you feel like confessing?” she asked. “This is what you wanted, after all.”
Twilight licked and slurped and teased. Moon Dancer was so close. The frustration was driving her to madness. She needed the release, she needed the end. Actions and reactions, choices and responsibilities, they almost stopped existing for her entirely in that moment of fervid passion.
Moon Dancer moaned and moaned. She opened her eyes and there were the Princess’ own, piercing her with an almost malevolent, gleeful fixity.
“I want you to break, Moon Dancer. Break for me.”
That did it.
What hit her, hit her hard. Moon Dancer tried to cry out, she couldn’t not, but the Princess’ hoof pressed down on her mouth and made screaming impossible. She bucked and thrashed, but Twilight Sparkle wasn’t shaken from her; she didn’t even stop rubbing her. Forget what had come before: the hypersensitive overstimulation was an all new level of maddening, and Moon Dancer could only struggle in vain.
Eventually, crashing and broken, Moon Dancer was given leeway to breath. She rasped the air greedily, all former traces of composure shattered like so much ice. Her tongue and eyes lolled. She could barely rally the conscious thought to move them and every single one of Twilight’s slow, sensuous stroke on her was too much to bear.
“Ah...hah. Was... was that pu-...ah!...punishment, or reward?” she asked.
Twilight moaned. It became laughter, low and dark. “I haven’t decided yet.” She blinked, and spoke in a parody of innocence. “You don’t think that’s it, do you? This is not over, Moon Dancer. Not by a long way.”
Moving confidently, the Princess repositioned herself. Moon Dancer, giggling and tearing up, found herself with a uniquely lovely view dominating her perspective. The air was rife with the smell of sex and when Twilight pushed herself down forcefully onto Moon Dancer’s muzzle, air stopped being an option.
Twilight Sparkle chuckled darkly. “You have so much explaining to do tomorrow, I hope you realize. Your performance between now and then might be a mitigating factor. Maybe.”
Moon Dancer rallied what wits and sensibilities she had left, grabbed readily onto the beautiful round purple ass smothering her and, stealing the odd breath here and there through her nose, dedicated herself to the thorough and absolute satisfaction of the Princess’ swollen, dripping, heated and throbbing cunt.
Moon Dancer could only moan as she exerted herself. Twilight Sparkle sighed with pleasure. Her hooves - and soon her mouth - were not idle. Not in the slightest. She made sure that they made it difficult, very difficult, for her master-cum-slave to concentrate. “That’s better.”
Twilight pushed her lush ass more completely onto Moon Dancer’s face, making things better still. It was going to be an exhaustive night for the unicorn. Twilight Sparkle would see to that.
