It was a good day. No, it was a great day, and all the better because it was late afternoon and that meant it would be night again, soon, and that meant that this was the start of the first day of the rest of Noble Cause's life. Her new life, in personal service, not just devotion and prayer, to her goddess, Luna Selene Solutae.

A lifetime of yearning up at the moon and night stars, repaid with incomparable blessing and the best sex ever. Noble wriggled around in the seat of her office chair; apparently, from what Trixie said, this office hadn't even existed prior to the morning. Luna had dreamed it up; not a receptionist's office, but an imposing, shadow-swept secretary slash guard room of the old style, complete with several of Luna's battle trophies that disguised the filing cabinets and other implements of Noble's less glamorous duty of tending to the Lady's business when she was not otherwise occupied.

The seats for guests were across the desk with its grim outcroppings that might have been maws and might have been in/out trays. They apparently changed to fit the occupant, but how well they fit responded to Noble's mood, from what Trixie had said while inspecting the place. Noble found that rather fitting.

The rack of throwing axes lovingly dreamforged just for me and placed behind my always-comfortable chair are a nice touch, Noble thought.

Dreamed it up, and brought it into existence, along with a comfortable little apartment attached to it and the apartments of the other scant few hoofmaidens the Lady had taken in the modern era, though Luna's dreamself had smugly promised that Noble would have little need of the bedroom for a while if she was willing to share with others, specifically…

Noble's mood soured briefly, but she resolutely forced herself not to think of the stallion-- barely more than a colt!-- she had privately decided to refer to as "the Lady's plaything" mentally (or to Trixie, whose sardonic personality was growing on Noble), or "the Lady's apprentice" out loud. Instead, she artfully arranged her skirt to conceal her lack of panties, and squirmed her bare rear over the comfortable, smooth seat. She still had a light sting from the swat that her Lady had sent her on her way to lessons with Trixie that was so delightful.

And then there was her belly. Trembling, Noble stroked the slight bulge in her shirt. Her usual six pack was returning, and instead of a full vision, all she got was a vague sense of future irritation and some strange synesthesia, but her stomach was still partially distended on her breakfast. Her Lady had apologized for how rough She was likely to be while they were still sharing a dream, but Noble hadn't minded at all.

Not one fuckin' bit, she thought with a broad smirk. Mind havin' Selene Solutae cram my yap to Her left teat and forcefeed me Her sacred milk until I'm fat as a merchant, then spank me and mumble a sweet nothin' in that delightfully gravelly half-asleep voice? No, mind isn't the word Grammy's favorite grandchild would use…

There was a loud, yet somehow hesitant knock from high up the the door. A brief resentment filled her, but Noble forced herself to start serene. She could always bring out the basilisk gaze if it proved to be a member of the aristocracy or other useless appendage of society. Looking around herself covertly, at the heavy, draping abstract tapestries in dark hues and whirling shapes, the night-blooming plants and the broken weaponry, from shattered minotaur labrys to a once-mighty dragon's horn, she decided that the ambiance would let her indulge a few of her more fillyish fantasies about a grand, dark tower.

Straightening up and squaring her broad shoulders, she put on her most serious face and glared at the door. "You come unto the Sanctum of the Moon! You may enter, but trifle not with the Lady's time!" Oi. That still sounds like I'm fourteen. Goin' to have to work on that…

There was a silence, and Noble gleefully wondered if she'd scared off her first aristocratic twit. Then came a deep voice she didn't recognize. Deep, but young, and hesitant. Noble narrowed her eyes as the voice said, "Er… is it okay if I just teleport in? I have a passkey now…"

Noble's temper flared. "Absolutely not! If you've got the magic and learning to be wasting on random teleports, lad, you've got the age to be responsible. If you're carrying too much, just open the door with your blasted horn!"

Silence again. "Uh. Okay." Noble rolled her eyes, and just as she was about to snark again, the door opened to reveal… darkness?

Tartarus. Not just darkness. The damn Plaything. Noble had a sudden sense of a crossbow's ring sight, narrowing on the Plaything's worried-looking muzzle. The door was big enough for the Lady to pass through; even Her sister would only have to duck slightly. Perhaps as a bit of pique at the current situation, the door, while wide, had been dreamed up so that Princess Celestia would have to squeeze and wriggle her great rack to get it past and into her sister's antechamber.

Noble glowered at the great lug. Of course he's too broad in the shoulder, isn't he? Couldn't just fit in like the rest of 'em. Like the Lady! Or Her Sister! The Plaything is handsome enough to be the Lady's prize, she admitted as he knelt down a bit-- Fitting, ha!-- and pressed his heavily muscled torso around, carefully balancing a broad hand on…

"Hands off the tapestries, please, Lord Apprentice," Noble said with a smirk. "They're new." Trixie's actually right! That defeated sigh does kind of make up for the Besmirchment.

His hand pressed on the floor as he ducked further down. She did approve of the giant bicep and tricep pressing against black velvet, and of course that pretty, bulky-buff set of pecs. Not enough tummy, though, the poor Lady shan't be able to rub his proper, she thought, looking at the flatness. The quads-- Mm, okay, I am a fan of thighs after being on the Lady's broad set. Yeah, fine, he's got some masculine beauty. If only he wasn't… if he hadn't…

She let it lapse. Not worth it. She couldn't change the past, and if nothing else, his trespass was why she was here today. Instead, she resolved to leer-- if subtly, like a stallion would notice-- at the beautiful sight. Yeah, she told herself, watching the full height of him emerge. At least having him around will be good scenery, and he is the Lady's trophy.

Obviously, of course, the Lady deserved to have the absolute best trophy husband, and as fiancees were measured in terms of looks, ten-foot-eight of raw stallion strength pressed into an elegantly tailored Rarity original black velvet suit certainly fit the majority of the bill. Noble did find the matte black hide annoying; boring. The Lady deserved better than boring, in even the smallest detail.

As Hopper stretched out, rolling ranges of peaks and pumped hardness bulging gorgeously, she wondered which of the goddesses would be best to approach to see about getting his hide dyed. She pondered, I'm Her hoofmaiden, right? And the Lady is his bossmare. So-- that practically makes improving Her trophy a duty!

Shadow Hopper looked at the dragon-like grin on Luna's new hoofmaiden. He felt sweat begin to form around his temples, and he didn't know why.

No, wait, he warned himself. You know exactly why. Luna has an active faith behind her, and most of them barely tolerate you. And most of them have Trixie's sense of humor about it.

He smiled back, nervously, and hoped it would help.

If that gormless lug hoped a pretty smile would help… As his oversized (if nicely packed) rump passed through the inner door to the Lady's bedroom/disaster zone, Noble gritted her teeth together. Fine, it looked nice, but he's still such a child! She wouldn't say it out loud, and she refused to think about what sort of training he'd be doing with her Lady's sleeping form, but she definitely did not approve of 'cute' as a husband for her Lady.

She sighed. "Not like She asked for my opinion," she muttered. "And I'll bet Trixie was too obnoxious making the case." She'd only known the High Priestess-- well. Briefly. The day before, and the Lady had…

Noble groaned, ears flicking wildly, and reached down to pull her skirt up. Slowly, she told herself. You're allowed, She said so, but slowly. Keep control. Her tail was already flagged, but even the Plaything showing up hadn't changed that; it had been that way since she'd been spanked on her way in that morning.

Noble's breasts heaved with each choking breath. They were larger now-- had grown a cup size each while she nursed at the teat of the Moon, and she had no idea if that would be permanent or not. At that, her nipples were so stiff she was surprised they didn't slice her shirt to shreds each time her pecs tensed and bulged.

The Lady had fucked her. Pleasured every inch of her, and then demanded the same be repaid with worship upon Her. Noble's head bobbed as though still sucking on the Lady's nipple-- or clit, or even just the perfect deep navy hide over perfect muscles. The moment overwhelmed her, leaving her with only short, nearly hoarse gasps.

It was time to relieve some of that. Eyelids clenched tight, she regulated her breathing as best she could. This was… secure, wasn't it? There was good soundproofing, and she'd locked the door. She curled the skirt up around her waist, and, shuddering, slowly began to caress her already-soaked mound.

She wasn't entirely sure how Trixie Lulamoon managed to make an indelible impression of irritation amidst the grandeur of a divine deflowering. The shudders intensified as Noble remembered-- remembered just that stare, and then… the scent, the passion. Her trembling fingers began to squeeze and stroke at her puffy vulva, force of will alone keeping her from just diving to her clit at the thought of what her Lady had done to her.

It had driven almost every thought out of her head, the entire night alive in her memory with the power of her mistress-goddess' lovemaking.

A soft moan escaped the muscular mare's lips, and tingles of pleasure mixed with light flared along the length of her horn. There. Her deft fingertips shifted; she was done teasing herself. Noble gently caught her clit between pointer and middle finger of her left hand, rolling the hardened nub slowly to start.

Warmth spread from her womb out, muscles tensing and bulging under her clothes-- especially bicep and tricep, standing out as though her Lady had hewn them from rock. She certainly hewed pleasure from me! thought Noble, while soft whines and whimpers escaped her throat. Swiftly, she brought her right fist up to her muzzle and shoved it between her teeth.

A rough imitation of the dream-spun ballgag that her goddess had brought her through in one inventive escapade. Just like the steady heat rising between soaked, squirming thunder-thighs was only a rough imitation of the inventive touch of the Moon Goddess.

Everywhere.

She owned my soul from the moment I knew why the night sky called me, Noble thought dreamily, her fingers speeding over her clit. Is there any part of my body-- any part of my mind-- she didn't own, thoroughly, last night?

None. From the tips of her clenching toes to-- well. The tip of her horn, and everywhere in between, Luna Selene Solutae had made full use of the time Noble had managed to stay awake.

Then she had made even fuller use of the time dilation of dreamstuff when she'd fucked Noble silly in her sleep.

"Ahhhh!" Noble couldn't hold back any more. Wriggling around in her seat-- the seat in the office she held for her Lady!-- she ripped her fist from her lips, just like memory and her energetic hand ripped a squeal from her throat. Down, too, underneath the desk, stacked and ready for her goddess' business, Noble plunged two fingers in deep while she continued to work her clitty faster.

Noble's eyes rolled back into her head, cream-white cheeks flushing pinker. Her fingers plunged faster, deeper, her tensing arms trapping her enlarged breasts together. Her biceps bulged just lightly; most of the action was in her forearms, but it still just jiggled her. She wondered if she even cared whether or not the enlargement was permanent.

As long as it didn't keep enlarging. She did enjoy mobility from time to time.

Visions of Luna stalking around her as she'd been trapped in vines of shadow, or chained to lunar rock altars, or-- a million different visions of immobility reminded her that it wasn't all bad, being trapped at her goddesses’ command.

They almost took her over, too, her clit throbbing and her sex gushing, dampening her heavy quads and her comfortable chair alike. Almost. Noble had been told she could masturbate when alone, when she needed to.

Actually, she thought in between whimpers of suppressed, core-clenching need, I think I was not-quite-ordered to, but… But orders or not, a love for going commando when tending the store or not, she still hadn't quite mixed her reverence and her orgasms, just yet. For all her arousal's gush was already breaking in the chair, she couldn't entirely bring herself to the obscene completion. Here, literally on the threshold of her Goddess.

As she let out a half-sad wail, and prepared to think about hoofball, a new, but deeply familiar, deeply intimate voice whispered in her ear.

The fact that the voice was half a moan would have been enough to finish Noble off, even if she still wasn't happy with the reason for that moan. But what Luna whispered into her moonstruck worshiper's ear was all she'd need even in the future, when the proprieties of Daylight society tugged at her guilt-strings.

"But my sweet Cause," came the deep rumble of the lunar goddess, "This, too, is worship of me."

Noble came, screaming, squealing, head and horn thrown back and tongue lolling out to the side of her cheek. Her knees straightened, her toes clenched as hard as her still milk-stuffed core. She came in memory of Luna. She came in reverence of Luna. She came in hopes of a future on her knees before a goddess-princess who would also demand she stand high and tall on her own two feet.

She climaxed, and knew her worship was accepted with love.

Author's Note

And that's the last we'll see of Hopper. Not the last we'll see of Noble, here or in other fics; I have a chapter 4 (Trixie/Noble BDSM) in fragments, a chapter 5 (Meeting the Thestrals Orgy) planned, and am poking at a Chapter 6 (Luna continues to take liberties with Noble) outline, but it may be a bit due to RL pain issues. Hopefully, done soon.