Author's Note
Liking and Disliking is neat and all, but constructive criticism... or just criticism at all, is far better. If you're just... totally appalled by this, make sure to tell me. I wrote it and even I think it's fucked.
Also, the latter half of this story is a bit unedited. There might be a few spelling/grammar mistakes in places, since my editor couldn't stomach it.
Nº 1
Princess Luna tapped her ball-point pen against her lower lip, her eyes locked with the papers on her desk, or rather; the desk she and her sister's combined study shared. It was a grand table, each end having an almost superfluous amount of space given to the Princesses for their work. Luna's side, as with most things, was perfectly organized; free-standing drawers and racks containing any and all writing supplies and paper she would ever need. Everything was at a 90-degree angle to itself; not a single item was out of alignment, be it her several clocks, her paper organizers, scroll holders, or the various entertainment items she kept before her.
She shifted in her seat, moving her front hooves away from the space between her haunches. She took a deep breath, ignoring her own body as she resumed writing.
It was a time she dreaded more than most others. For anypony with a companion, it was a wonderful time, and even for stallions lacking a proper mate, it was still a good several weeks. Estrous season. When most mares kept themselves inside to prevent any unruly stallion from acting up, and when most stallions were sent off to various resorts and get-aways along the coast of Equestria. That included the nearly all-male Equestrian Royal Guard. For this time, an all-female branch specifically for this period was activated.
They were no less trained than their more standard comrades, and even shared the same commander; Captain Shining Armor, who was lucky enough to have Princess Cadance at his side.
For Princess Luna and Celestia, it was a time of self-induced anguish. Over the years, it had become a competition. Seeing who could resist their own urges for the longest time. Resisting one's own mind was a way of improving strength, at least that's what the two Princesses told themselves.
Luna's eyes came up as a drowsy Celestia stumbled into the study, her morning's coffee held by her yellow aurora. Instantly, her scent overpowered Luna's own. She was always more... potent upon waking up.
"I'm disappointed in you, sister," Luna explained calmly as Celestia took her seat at her own workspace.
"Why... is that?" returned the still croaky Sun Princess.
"You have perfected lucid dreaming, yet you come up with the most... mundane fantasies."
Celestia scowled at Luna, the pen held in her blue aurora still tapping her lip.
"Wha- he did all kinds of things to me! It was wonderful! I'm still having fun thinking about it..."
"Oh, but it was so... simple. So linear. Starting with foreplay and moving into sex. Total lack of world building. No candles, or a roaring fire. No weather added beyond the windows of your room. No snow or hail. No wind. No silken bonds holding your limbs, and no blood being drawn. No lashing and screaming." Luna scoffed. "So linear."
Celestia remained quiet for a moment, realizing Luna was a little right.
"Well, at least I'm willing to venture beyond stallions. I've had a mare and a stallion with me before!"
"I know well. Filthy bi-sexual."
"Hey; Mares are great fun!"
"Hard for a pen-cap to meet with a pen-cap, sister."
"Now you're the one being linear! You think sex is just about the meeting of genitals, but it is so much more than that."
Luna raised a brow, grinning and looking at Luna through her brow. "You lecture me on such a thing? Sister, if you could see my dreams..."
"Oh, I know. You and your... obsession with domination."
"Submissives are the weak ones!" chimed Luna in a sing-songy way.
"I don't need to be patronized about my fantasies in my own castle!"
"I am not patronizing you, I am making a constructive criticism. Work on your technique; add more layers to your craftings. Trust me; it will make things oh, so much better."
Again, Celestia held her tongue. She took a sip of her coffee, Luna watching as she noticed a subtle movement from her sister's front leg.
"I see that."
"Leave me alone. It's morning... you know how it is for me in the morning."
"Then retire to your quarters! Your scent already fills this room... I need to crack a window."
"So does yours, sister." returned Celestia with a smirk.
"Spare me of your advances."
"Oh, come on. At least let me dream about you..."
Luna's head went back in disgust. "Your brain cannot create me without me being there! I wish not to have your... hooves over my figure!"
"It's only a dream; it's not real!"
"For you, it is not."
Celestia waved a hoof in dismissal. "So boring, Luna. Do some exploring!"
"Age has brought many grand things to your mind, hasn't it, sister?"
"You're not the only one that's gotten bored with the same-old 'stallion in bed'."
Luna smiled. "You are right, in that regard."
The door of the study came open again, this time a griffon escorted by two Royal Guards stepping inside. His feathery mane was a brilliant gold that shimmered in the morning light, and the finely kept fur of his body was a light brown.
"Your Majesties; a messenger from Griffonstone!" called the rightmost Guard, her chest held out proudly.
Celestia hummed, looking at him. "You aren't our usual messenger."
"Indeed, your Highness. Sir Draco is currently in the hospital for a wing injury." returned this new griffon, his voice deep and regal.
She cleared her throat, looking over him. "Wing injury, hm? How'd that happen?"
"He injured his wing, your Highness."
Her face went blank. She turned to Luna, who shrugged.
"Did he... hit a tree? Another griffon?"
"I don't know, your Highness."
"Ah. Well. Send him my regards if you see him."
"Will do, your Highness."
Again, Celestia paused, looking over this fine griffon. She shuffled in her seat.
"You are... oddly kind of a griffon."
"Your Highness?"
For a second, Celestia looked to the two guards flanking him. "At ease, Guards. Fall in."
They bowed their heads, taking up positions by the door and leaving the griffon in the open doorway. She looked into his deeply green eyes for a moment before looking to Luna.
"А он очень даже ничего."
(He's quite the specimen.) she spoke, grinning.
"Ой, да оставь ты беднягу в покое. Не думаю, что ему бы понравилось."
(Oh, let the poor creature be. I doubt he would enjoy it.) returned Luna with a roll of her eyes.
"Wha... what are they saying?" the griffon inquired to one of the guards who had brought him in.
"Bucked if I know; they're speaking Stalliongradian again." she shrugged in return.
"А вот мне бы понравилось."
(I certainly would.) added Celestia as she looked back to the griffon.
"Знаю, ты бы наверняка и кого-нибудь из наших стражниц в это втянула."
(I know you would, and you would most likely pull one of our poor guards into the ordeal.)
Celestia cleared her throat. "Our usual messenger is always so... sarcastic. I don't get that from you."
The griffon's eyes darted around. "Well... I am before the Princesses. I should be respectful... right?"
"Je vous ai dit qu'il était un bon spécimen."
(Told you he was a good specimen.) Celestia commented, this time in Prench, as she looked up at Luna.
"I never doubted you, sister."
Celestia smirked. "I know." she looked back at the messenger. "So, what do you have to give us?"
The griffon began reaching into the bags at his hips. "I... don't quite know. I was simply told to relay these to you."
He held up a group of rolled, wax-sealed documents, which were taken from his out-held talon by Celestia's magic.
"Ich hoffe, es ist eine Kriegserklärung; So können wir ihn gefangen halten..."
(I hope it's a declaration of war; that way we can hold him prisoner...) Celestia spoke in Germane.
"Держись одного языка! А то у меня уже мозг от твоих выкидонов закипает!"
Luna grunted. (Stick with one language! You are scrambling my brain, you show-off!)
Celestia chuckled, placing the scrolls before her on the desk as she looked back to the griffon.
"Thank you for your delivery... and your kindness,"
"You're quite welcome, your Highness." he cleared his throat nervously. "May I... ask what this strange smell is?"
There was a moment of quiet as the two Princesses and their guards shared a glance, a chorus of somewhat dubious laughs now overtaking the room. His eyes darted from Princess to Princess to Guard to Guard, his expression showing just how nervous he was.
"You know what season it is, correct?" inquired Luna.
"It's late spring, your Highness."
Celestia chuckled. "You're quite ignorant of Equestrian life for being assigned to deliver messages to us."
His posture straightened, his brow furrowing. "I am not ignorant!"
"Posh way of saying you do not know something, sir..."
"Frisk."
Luna hummed. "Sir Frisk. I assume you know nothing of a pony's mating habits?"
His gaze darted across the many eyes plastered onto him. His gaze lasted the longest with Celestia's, who was leaned forward in her grand
seat and looking not at his face, but at something behind him.
"T-That's what the smell is..."
Again, the quartet of females in the room laughed. He straightened his posture, glaring at Celestia.
"I have a mate, thank you; your Highness."
Her expression went blank as she looked over to Luna, who worked to stifle a laugh.
"You may be dismissed... sir Frisk." Celestia finally spoke with a hanging tone of defeat.
He didn't bow as the two Guards escorted him out, Celestia watching his departure intently.
"He can frisk me if he'd like..." mumbled Celestia, shifting in her seat again and taking a drink of coffee.
"You are supposed to be a shining example of how one should compose themselves during this time, as well as any other time!" whined Luna.
"Oh, come on. You can't tell me that wasn't at least a little fun!"
Luna hummed. "Maybe, but nonetheless, sister. With how you've been acting, I would think you've been running rampant this season with
your tail raised to any passing male."
"Only my hooves and my dreams, sister. I've remained chaste, don't you worry." She looked back to where that fine griffon once stood. "A
Princess can dream, can't she? I would have loved to see how soft that mane of his was..."
Luna sat up straighter. "I have no taste for griffons."
Celestia smirked. "Really? You know... I hear their talons can work wonders, and knowing the things you're into, I wouldn't be surprised if you
found joy in how... scratchy they can be."
Luna paused for consideration. "I... think I shall stick to my fellow pony-kind."
In purposeful solitude, Luna sat on the balcony of her tower's bedroom, peering out across the pitch black midnight lands below. Even in the open air, her own scent filled her nostrils. Her body felt warm with the want, nay; the need for a lustful night. Her moon was not visible in the sky, as on this night, it was a new moon. With that new moon, came incredible lust. She assumed many in Equestria held the assumption that a full moon would bring such feelings to her, but it was the exact opposite.
Luna got up from her haunches, leaving a few drops of her own juices behind as she slowly walked into her quarters. The room, just as the land around her, was totally dark. Candles weren't needed when one's eyes could see into the depths of the night with ease. Her fireplace was quiet, no popping of burning wood filling the room. If she was still, the only sound to behold was the tick of her grand clock.
With a grunt, she dropped to the soft sheets of her bed. On her back, with her wings spread, she lay, staring at the ceiling, No touch from herself could quell what ravaged her body and mind. No grand conjuring of dreams could satisfy that lust. While it was a sexual lust, of course, it was a lust for something else.
A taste only acquired through years of life, and years of exploring one's own dreams. A taste she and her sister had come to tread.
A quiet peeping drew Luna's head up, and as she gazed into the darkness beyond, a small bat zipped past the balcony. As she rolled from bed and made her way to the balcony, a smile worked its way onto her lips as she watched the bat hunting the tiny, invisible bugs that lingered in the air.
Luna whistled, the sound instantly slowing the bat's speed. She held out a hoof as the little creature landed on it as if it were a perch. She moved the bat closer to her face, smiling at him.
"Greetings, fellow being of the night."
The bat simply looked at her.
Slowly, her genial smile turned more sinister. She narrowed her eyes, peering at the bat as she turned and stepped back into her room. The creature was taken by her blue aurora of magic and lifted from her hoof, and upon being placed on the floor before her, remained idly standing. She crouched down to his level, still glaring at the creature.
Though, eventually, her smile faded. She was a stronger being by not giving in to her wants. Above that, this creature of the night would be put against his will. In most aspects, what she planned was wrong. Maybe in all aspects, the more she thought of it.
It wouldn't be the first time she had performed a transformation spell on an unwilling creature. Luna looked over her shoulder to the open door of her balcony, the two glass-pane doors being taken by her aurora and closed quietly. The heavy, black curtains were drawn to conceal the inside of the tower from any of the outside world. She looked back to the bat. The more and more she pictured the scenario in her mind, the more and more she wanted for it to be a reality.
She had done things in her dreams, of course, but doing things in the flesh was so much more... real. Knowing it was real, and knowing there would be consequences, was almost what made the real thing so much more enticing. With her body giddy with excitement, and a small knot now forming in her stomach, Luna's horn began glowing, and the little bat was surrounded by her aurora.
The room glowed brighter and brighter with blue light, Luna's eyes closing as she poured magic into the bat.
There was an immense crack, and a shockwave moved through the room, echoing in the silence and whipping the curtains against their rod.
After taking a breath, Luna's eyes opened to see the gray, fetlock hooves of a stallion, not the bat. She slowly drew her gaze up, her heart pounding as she traced this new stallion's fine legs and chest. He looked down at her, his slit-pupil, deeply yellow eyes looking into hers. Quickly, she got to her hooves, her wings half-spread with excitement.
"Hello..." Luna mumbled, looking down only slightly, as this fine stallion stood just a bit shorter than she.
"Your scent is... overwhelming." The bat-pony stallion replied with a grin, his voice gentle.
Luna felt her body tense. "I-I am sure it is."
"You are the night's goddess." He stated somewhat plainly, beginning to walk circles around her.
"Aye; that, I am."
"You... are beautiful."
She shivered as his muzzle pressed against her dripping marehood, his tongue gently lapping at her lips. Already, her body felt hot with sexual pleasure, and she hadn't even started. Flipping around, Luna's magic encompassed the unsuspecting stallion, lifting him from his hooves and dropping him to his back on the bed.
"Did... I do something wrong?" he inquired, a little shaken.
Luna chuckled, now standing over him. "Only I will be doing something wrong."
Luna's magic worked to restrain the stallion, his forelegs held firmly to his chest and tied with soft, silky straps brought forth by her magic. His back legs were held apart by two auroras, and his membranous wings were firmly kept at his sides by silken straps similar to the ones she had crafted around his forward limbs.
Now, a wave of magic swept through the room, igniting the many candles throughout the room. An orange glow cast itself upon the space's fixtures, the heavenly hues of blue that comprised the pillared walls and arched ceiling as brilliant as the night itself.
Her gaze moved down his well-built figure to the pure black, half-erect member between his legs, just the sight of it making her wetter by the second. She moved down, pressing her muzzle into his sack as her tongue began dancing around, the act bringing a steamy moan from the stallion.
She looked up at the now fully erect, throbbing stallionhood before her, licking her lips at the sight.
"Why can't I move?" the stallion inquired with a tone of worry, bringing Luna's gaze to him.
In response, Luna's magic worked within the stallion's throat, completely removing his ability to speak. His mouth opened, his lips forming words, but only air left.
"No need to fret, young fellow of the night," Luna moved her head up, licking along his shaft. "This may be your last night, but it shall be the most incredible night of your existence."
The worry in his expression remained as she continued to fellate him, his mind stuck on her words. After having danced her tongue around his flared tip for a moment, Luna's head came up, and her horn aiming downward and to the side. She drove the spiraling, sharp spear into the flesh of his inner thigh, his muscles offering much resistance against her horn. He thrashed at the magic holding him in place, his movements only moving her horn around inside the wound.
Slowly, Luna backed her head away, watching as crimson began pouring from the deep hole. A tickle brought her attention to her horn as she watched his blood slowly drip down onto her forehead, her hoof coming up and collecting the drop. Gingerly, she licked it from her hoof, the flavor already driving her mad.
She craned her head down, pursing her lips around the leaking wound in his thigh and beginning to twirl her tongue around it, drinking in the metallic crimson. That incredible heat between her legs grew and grew with each moment she spent cleaning the wound of blood. Bringing her tongue out, she nibbled at the torn flesh around the hole, causing him to struggle profusely, and uselessly.
She looked up, his teary eyes meeting with hers, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his body raged in agony. She felt that little knot in her stomach tighten. This sight was one she both enjoyed and despised. She was no monster, however; and this stallion shouldn't have to suffer. She wanted the opposite of suffering for him, in fact. She wanted him to share the ecstasy and burning passion the next few hours would bring.
Her magic encompassed the stallion once more, this time working within his nerves to shut out any and all pain. Slowly, his thrashing calmed, and his breathing began to slow from its near hyperventilation. She moved up on him, grinding herself along his shaft as she brought their muzzles together, kissing him on the lips. She'd like to hear him speak to her. She'd like to hear his moans, groans, and eventually, yelling; but alas, that would attract far too much attention. The one restriction of reality from dreams; consequences.
The kiss broke, and Luna's lustful eyes remained locked with the terror-ridden gaze the stallion gave her. Playfully, she licked along his muzzle, a throaty giggle coming from her as she did. She moved down his body, grinding his still solid member between their bellies as she craned her head to aim her horn at his stomach. Again, she punctured him, this time, watching his face through her brow as her horn dug further and further into his gut.
His eyes held fear, but she could not see pain. Nearly a half of her horn had made it in before she stopped, again watching his horror-ridden expression. While still within him, her horn lit up, working to undo the gagging spell she had weaved.
"A-Ah... w-... am I going to die?"
Luna felt her heart sink. She backed her horn out of the new wound, watching as blood poured from it. Her gaze met with his, and she moved closer, her magic now encompassing his stallionhood and beginning to pleasure him.
"Aye; but it shall be a death better than any you could wish for." She offered a gentle smile, his little gasps of pleasure from her magic's work bringing some joy. "Do not fear death, fellow of the night."
"T-Thank you for making it not hurt."
Still smiling, Luna drew his tip into her mouth once more, doing her best to fit his impressive girth inside. Succeeding, she now began to bob her head, her horn magic continuing to message the base of his rod and his balls. She watched as his head fell back, his back legs shivering against their restraints as pleasure overwhelmed the fear in his mind.
With his tip still in her mouth, she maneuvered her head to drive her spire into his stomach, the act bringing a little gasp from him. Through her brow she glared at him, continuing her pleasurable movements all while penetrating his flesh, blood pouring profusely from the damaged muscle. She brought up a hoof, beginning to lovingly stoke his stomach all while she worked. She could feel him shivering beneath her, his mind still clearly wanting to escape from her, but at the same time, wishing for her to continue.
That mix of fear and pleasure was something Luna loved creating, and loved experiencing, on occasion. The look upon his face and his struggles brought her more pleasure than his stallionhood could ever wish to. She was sure he'd like to pleasure her himself, but he didn't know that by submitting, he was doing far more than he could ever hope.
Shuddering moans of pleasure left the stallion as burning passion coursed through every inch of his body, the mix of emotions in his mind over-driving any ability to speak. His back arched, a groan leaving his lips and his wings spreading as an electric, almost paralyzing sensation sang from his stallionhood, his tip flaring within the Princess's mouth as he climaxed. After only taking in a single squirt of his seed, Luna drew her head back, watching his cock throb hard with each new squirt, his cum landing plentifully on the bloody fur of his belly. Pulse after pulse sent more of his seed onto his own figure, Luna watching with a hungry smile.
Finally, his orgasm faded, his head falling back as she continued massaging his spent stallionhood with her magic. She moved in, slowly dragging her tongue through his combined liquids, the taste of his seed, blood, and sweat mixing on her tongue. She shivered at the sensation, still glaring at him through her brow as she continued licking, slowly and lovingly.
"A-Are you pleased?"
Luna giggled as she swallowed the mix in her mouth, crawling up his figure and bringing her muzzle close to his.
"More than you shall know."
Her tongue slid from her lips as she dragged it along the front of his muzzle, moving all the way up to his mane. As she brought her head back, her mouth remained open as her magic working quickly to replace her canines with four fangs, fangs that dwarfed his by a considerable margin. She latched onto his neck, biting as hard as her jaw would allow as she dug into his flesh. Her head twisted, ripping the soft skin and fur on his throat as her tongue collected his blood.
He whimpered out in fear, paralyzed as she worked, gnawing and chewing like a crazed animal. He could feel her fangs playing within his skin, the incredible pressure of her bite constricting his breaths. His limbs shook with terror, tears again coming to his eyes as she continued ripping and twisting. Her fangs came loose for only a second as she adjusted her bite, clamping down once more in a lower, fresher place, her magic surrounding his neck above and constricting. A little gagging sound left his throat as the pressure of her bite and magic totally blocked air from moving through his windpipe. The pressure continued on increasing, his temples beginning to throb as blood wasn't allowed to enter his head.
Her fangs released his torn flesh, Luna moving her head back as she glared into his now half open eyes, her aurora continuing to constrict his throat more and more by the second. His eyes became bloodshot, his struggles against her restraints began to weaken. A little grin slowly worked its way onto her lips as she watched his movement stop entirely, his eyelids now fluttering. She continued on, feeling an incredible sexual heat between her hind legs as she watched his eyes finally shut. Her magic faded, releasing his horribly constricted throat, letting his head fall back as a jagged breath of air rushed through his lips.
She watched as he gasped in air, blood pouring from the ruined side of his neck where her fangs had done their work. She had missed his vital veins, but such extensive damage would produce quite the stream, and produce, it did. Finally regaining control over his body, the stallion's head came up as he drowsily looked over himself. His hooves tingled with a strange electric feeling, and keeping his head up was harder than he remembered. Fear riddled his mind, the total lack of pain being more frightening than anything. Seeing blood pour from his body, yet feeling no agony, was totally unnatural.
Through that fear, however; came pleasure, as Luna's magic still lovingly massaged his stallionhood. Tingles of pleasure rang through his body as she toyed with him, tiny gasps of ecstasy occasionally leaving his sore throat. She looked up to him, her smile fading into something far sinister. Her blood-soaked fangs stuck through her grin as her magic worked simultaneously to remove his voice and to free his nerves of her numbing spell. His head fell back and his back arched as every ounce of pain caused by his wounds flooded into his mind, his mouth open wide yet no screams leaving.
She moved down, bringing her head to his powerful hind leg as she clamped her teeth down. With all her might, Luna twisted and pulled at the flesh in her teeth, his muscle ripping and tearing with tiny pops. Harder and harder he struggled, but only more agony was brought by the second. Chewing in new places, Luna continued destroying the once strong muscle of his upper hind leg, its thrashing and shivering tantalizing her.
Seeing the tears stream down his cheeks, watching the blood pour from his numerous wounds, feeling his flesh against her tongue and teeth, listening to his pained gasps and sensing the pure agony and fear that writhed within his mind; it all culminated into something better than any sexual act. Her teeth released the tattered, ripped muscle of his leg and clamped down on the curve of his pelvis, right next to his stallionhood. Her magic encompassed all of his cock, sending pulses of electricity each second to stimulate him beyond his comprehension. She watched his head fall again, his chest rising and falling quickly and heavily as his mind was over-ridden with sensation, the pain wracking his nerves and the extreme ecstasy flowing from his stallionhood mixing into a cocktail even Luna failed to imagine.
Again, his back arched as he reached a second, quick climax, cum squirting from his flared tip in strong pulses. His entire body shook as Luna's magic intensified, her bite gaining pressure. She could feel his muscles tensing around her fangs, his forced orgasm taking over his mind. Her magic now began working to pleasure her marehood, her clitoris and lips being massaged by the same electric aurora that forced her stallion into his orgasm. She moaned loudly past the flesh in her mouth, tingles of ecstasy flowing from her crotch.
Finally, her magic released the stallion, his balls nearly empty from having given up their load twice. Again, she encompassed him, numbing his wounds and restoring his voice. She heard him sigh out, his breaths heavy now with pure pleasure instead of the agony once plaguing his thoughts. Her fangs released his pelvis, her eyes being drawn to the new puddle of cum upon his stomach, the once pure liquid now mixing with the blood that still flowed from the few punctures in his flesh.
"P-Please... don't make me feel pain again." he struggled, looking at Luna with a tinge of pain.
She caressed his thigh with a hoof, smiling. "I will not, my sire. I apologize dearly..."
He seemed satisfied, still trying to catch his breath and regain his composure from his ordeal.
"You are extremely strong, my sire." she continued on tracing her hoof along his thigh, moving down to the space between his balls and anus. "Never could I have dreamed for a finer stallion than yourself."
He groaned as she massaged that space. "T-Thank you..."
She shivered as her magic brought forth greater pleasure, her hoof still working to pleasure her stallion. Replacing her hoof with a spell, Luna moved up on him, craning her head down and lapping his fluids from his stomach, loving the mix of salt and copper. Nearly his entire lower half was now tainted by his own blood, the sheets below now totally soaked in it, as well. His once fine gray coat was now matted with crimson, the blood nearly black in the candlelight of the room. Though, in certain places, it gleamed and shimmered as it reflected the tiny points of light caused by the candles.
Having cleaned most of his juices, Luna stood and moved back, the restraints holding him down disappearing. He looked her dead in the eye for a moment before he looked to this limbs. As he shifted around, feeling his now free limbs, Luna could see, just barely, a sparkle of hope in his gaze.
"Roll over." commanded Luna, her words bringing his eyes to her.
"O-On to my stomach?"
She nodded.
Grunting not from pain, but exhaustion, he slowly complied, struggling to get to his hooves while fighting the cushiony bed. Finally, he stood upright, his limbs shaking and blood now dripping steadily from each of his wounds. He looked down, looking at his long, fully erect member swinging gently and the drips of crimson flowing from his many wounds. His gaze moved to the bed below, the once clean sheets totally soaked with his own blood. Carefully, he lowered himself to his stomach, cringing at the stickiness of the sheets against his fur and member.
Luna looked on for a moment, savoring what she saw. The horror in his expression, while bringing pain to her heart, brought more pleasure to her than the spells massaging her lips and clitoris. Every dream she had crafted, every stallion she had put to rest beside her, every wound her horn and inflicted, and every gash her magic had caused, all came to life before her. She grinned, stepping forward and standing above her stallion, his gaze turning back to her as her horn aimed down. With precision, she drove her spire directly between two of his spinal disks, causing the stallion's rear legs to kick and his entire body to shiver.
She moved her head side to side, maneuvering her horn around inside his body as his spine was driven in two, nerves splitting and cartilage popping. His damaged left leg began kicking uncontrollably, the movement quickly fading as Luna yanked her head back to separate the disks even further. With much resistance Luna began driving her horn deeper and deeper, the stallion gasping and groaning as he felt the spire moving through his stomach. She gave a hard push, his bloody back meeting with her head as the tip of her horn broke through the flesh of his underside.
Panicked groans escaped the stallion, his chin resting on the bed as he stared off at the candles on the other side of the room. Slowly, her horn came back up through the wide, open hole it had created, Luna looking into the wound as it filled with blood. She came back down, driving her tongue into the hole as she drank the crimson that flowed from the opening, her stallion shivering at the sensation of her warm tongue within his back.
"I-I'm... scared." the stallion whined, tears flowing down his cheeks.
A comforting hoof caressed his back. "I know well. There is no magic in the world I could weave to remove the fear and anguish from your mind." her magic took his chin, turning his head to face her, "All I have is my words. Know, my sire, that you will pass on as a hero greater than most in Equestria. Soldiers say they shall lay their life down for me, but many have not. You have; for that, you are greater than most soldiers. In fact, you may be saving the life of a soldier by being here with me."
She moved up on him, lying down on his back and kissing him on the lips. "I hope that brings some peace to you."
He pulled in a rough breath, her larger figure pressing down on him. "I-I don't think it has."
Luna wrapped her front hooves around his chest, hugging him and kissing the torn, jagged flesh on the side of his neck. "I truly do apologize, my sire."
This was one thing she hadn't quite imagined in her dreams. Just how ... terrified he was. She had always imagined things being so much more romantic. Gathering her stallion's seed and blood on her tongue to engage him in a loving, passion-fueled kiss. Sharing a smile as she drove her horn through her stallion's chest. Licking along a gash on her stallion's chest, only to have his hoof come up to press her muzzle further into the bloodied wound. She had thought of so many things, but now that they were real, she could see how different a real, living being reacted.
She thought herself to be quite foolish for thinking somepony would enjoy what she did. No normal being should match her set of tastes, anyway.
"I can't move my legs." he stated, his voice shivering.
Luna stood, using her magic to roll her stallion onto his back. His hind legs flopped lazily to the bed and his still erect member fell to the side, clear pre-cum leaking from his tip. She gazed deeply into his fear-ridden eyes before her magic took one of his front hooves, bringing it from his chest and holding it to her cheek.
As her aurora faded, and his hoof stayed in place. "Strike me, as hard as you like."
"W-What?"
"Whether it be to my jaw, muzzle, of eye; strike me."
"I-I..."
"I shall hold no grudges."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Surely, you are angry with me?"
He looked away, bringing his hoof down. "N-Not... really. I'm scared. I can't move my back legs."
His words struck her like a bolt of lightening. Her chest tightened as his blood-shot eyes finally met with hers once more.
"Then you do not have to."
Slowly, his hoof came back down to his bloody chest, his once so bright eyes seeming dimmer.
"Can you..."
"Aye, my sire?"
His lip quivered, his eyes shutting. "Kill me?"
"Letting you go after this would be cruel."
"I meant... now."
Luna paused. "That... is what you wish?"
He nodded quickly.
"In due time, my sire. You shall not suffer; I promise you."
~~~
Luna mumbled awake as a hoof gently rocked her side to side. Half asleep, her hoof lazily came up, waving around near her shoulder to dismiss the unknown limb. Again, it pushed at her, and finally, she opened her eyes to the blinding morning light. A serene, white figure stood at the foot of her bed, their fur and mane glowing in the sunlight that broke through her opened curtains.
"I'm disappointed in you, sister." taunted Celestia's voice, Luna instantly sitting up and widening her eyes as she met Celestia's gaze.
Luna stumbled over her own tongue for a moment, looking from her sister to the stallion lying beside her.
"I hope he didn't have a family this time, Luna."
Luna paused, her eyes resting with the her late stallion, his blood-caked back facing her. "He did not. He felt little pain, sister. I was humane."
"You... disemboweled him."
"Only in the slightest!" Luna reached over, rolling her bloodied stallion onto his back, his back legs and flaccid member flopping over. "T'was not full disembowelment."
Celestia recoiled her head back as she looked at the two intestines caked in dried blood that hung from the jagged tear in the flesh of his stomach.
"That's besides the point."
Luna's ears fell to her head. "Sister... you know that my... wants are so much more than simple lust. T'was a new moon last night, and he so happened to be passing by."
"How do you know he didn't have a family, then!?"
"He was a bat."
Celestia raised a brow. "Like, a bat bat?"
"Aye."
"So you turned him into a pony?"
Luna nodded, eliciting a defeated sigh from Celestia. She held her tongue a moment as she looked over the sight before her; Luna's blue fur tainted with dried blood, and the poor stallion beside her a total mess. Horn wounds, cuts, bruises, bite marks, dried fluids, a broken wing and clearly broken neck. She grimaced.
"This is like... the fourth time you've done this."
"I... understand. But, it was incredible." Luna shivered in pleasure as she remembered the hours she had spent with her mate. "He was incredible." She caressed his bloodied stomach with a hoof. "So valiant, and sweet. I gave him a chance to release his anger upon me, but he declined."
"Well, I'm glad you had fun." Celestia returned sarcastically. "Now, I want you to clean all this up; including yourself. Your punishment is that you don't get to have the morning snuggling him, as I know you do."
Luna whined. "Sister, that is nearly as enjoyable as the act itself!"
"This isn't up for debate! You murdered somepony... again! You're lucky I don't submit you for psychiatric help, as I should!"
Luna chuckled, almost ominously, as she got to her hooves, stretching her wings and legs. "No doctor could fix me. I wish not to be fixed; my mind must be this way."
"That's the excuse you keep giving me. You and your dreamweaving... I don't think insanity is necessary for it."
"Would you care to look into what I see and find out for yourself?" Taunted Luna as she walked past her sister down the stairs of her tower.
"Heavens, no."
Luna hummed. "Precisely. I hold this burden for you, and for our ponies. My mind remains this way so they may sleep at night without fright."
"Yeah, unless they pass by your tower when the moon is new." concluded Celestia as she followed her sister down the flight, standing outside the bathroom as Luna entered, leaving the door open as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"He was a mere creature of the night. Important in his role; aye, but there are many other bats to fill his place. He filled a far grander role than any simple creature could ever hope. He saved a life by giving his to us. Somepony with a family lives happily now, for he took their place."
"You have a strange view on things."
"I am supposed to."
Celestia sighed, lowering her head. "Why'd I have to be the sane one."
Luna chuckled. "I am glad for my situation. Things are never boring."
Celestia looked over Luna's blood-splotched figure. "I... can see that."
"You may depart now, sister. I shall be out and clean within the next while, and shall meet you for a meal."
"Oh, no. I'm not leaving until you've finished cleaning this all up. Like I said; you don't get to make love to him one last time."
Luna stomped her hoof, looking away. "Damn, that almost worked."
Celestia narrowed her eyes, nodding. "Yes; almost."
