Over the Moon

Twilight hummed to herself as she worked. She was cataloging books. New arrivals at the relocated Ponyville Library needed to be sorted, labeled, and shelved. It was a task many might find tedious, but which she always found immensely satisfying. When the new books were slotted into place amid their fellows, all was right with the world. She had taken chaos and brought forth order, like the ancient pony gods. It was a good thing that she enjoyed it, too, given that new books were still arriving to replace those destroyed when Tirek had blown up the old library.

The task did not, however, take up her full attention, and a strand of her mind wandered off on other subjects. One other subject in particular. Lune. He still had certain royal obligations, so he was currently in Canterlot. They had discussed one of them moving, but living in Ponyville would be very inconvenient for Lune, while living in Canterlot would mean Twilight having to leave her tower, and would also part her from her friends.

Since they both could fly, and the train trip wasn’t long either, both had concluded that they would merely take turns visiting each other. For now, at least.

Tonight, in fact, it would be Lune's turn to visit her, here in her new home. She was looking forward to it; her mind was wandering through pleasant fantasies of what they might do together.

She glued a card pocket inside the cover of Adventures Among the Cannibals, a "travelogue" that was well known to be a fake. But a very entertaining fake. Twilight’s fantasy seized on the exotic tale and started elaborating on it. She could picture herself as a cannibal queen, served by a horde of carnivorous zebras who worshiped her as a goddess. Why not, she was an alicorn now, wasn’t she? She giggled to herself at the ridiculousness of it. The zebras would have captured the brave adventurer, Lune Livingston, and dragged him before her throne. Her work slowed as she drifted further into the daydream. Lune would beg for his life, of course, and she would agree that he could live if he pleased her. Her followers would take him to her chambers, and then, as she had her powerful lover bound and helpless before her...

She shook herself. That might be going a bit too far. She returned to her work. But a history book dealing with the second century gryphon wars sent her mind wandering along a similar track again. The cover depicted a montage of images associated with the war, including a scene of captured pony slaves, wearing harnesses and bridles, pulling supply carts for the gryphon armies. The image of Lune, dressed in a harness with a bridle and bit drifted through her mind. She remembered the way he'd pleasured her the other night, and pictured herself holding his reins, forcing his head down to service her...

Woah there, Twilight, that's kind of creepy. She shook her head and put the book, and the image, firmly aside. She would never do something like that to Lune.

She managed to get the rest of the cataloging done without letting her imagination run away with her, but when that was finished, she had nothing else to keep her busy. The library was generally fairly quiet. It was, after only, only a very small branch in a fairly small town. She didn't have any personal projects going at the moment, either. She should probably put her mind to deciding what she wanted to research next, but instead her attention kept drifting back to those images of Lune. No matter what else she tried to distract herself with, the same thoughts kept returning. She could just picture what it would be like if tonight, when Lune arrived, she used her magic to pin him down and just had her way with him. She shook her head again. Now she was just being silly. He was easily a magical match for her, there was no way she could actually pin him like that.

And why do I keep thinking about having him helpless? What's wrong with me? Why should I want him to be some kind of prisoner or slave? Have I somehow suddenly become evil? What’s next, Midnight Sparkle? Twilight Terror?

Twilight shook off that worrying thought. Lune had said the Nightmare was dead. There was no way Twilight could end up like Nightmare Moon. And anyhow, these were just fantasies, right? She wouldn't actually do any such thing to Lune.

Right?

When Lune arrived, well after sunset, Twilight had nearly worn a groove in the floor with pacing. She'd tried to distract herself by reading, but found she couldn't focus. After re-reading the same page four times, she'd given up. She'd tried putting down some ideas for her next research project, but her mind wouldn't settle. She'd resorted to re-organizing some of the shelves, and that had helped, but it didn't quite occupy her mind enough to keep it from slipping back into those damnable, disturbing, enticing fantasies.

Twilight practically flung herself at Lune when he walked in the door. Now that he was here, maybe she could stop thinking about him like that.

He wrapped his hooves around her without hesitation, and held her tightly, smoothing down her disheveled mane gently. "Hath thy day been trying?" he asked as he held her.

"Heh. Something like that. I don't really want to talk about it." Especially not with you...

"Then let us speak of other things. Or we can eschew speech entirely." He smiled and kissed her softly. Twilight relaxed and kissed him back. "Shall we retire?" asked Lune when they'd broken off the kiss. He gestured to the stairs that led to Twilight's chambers above, and Twilight smiled and nodded. Freaky fantasies aside, she was looking forward to what else she might do to him. Their first night together had been wonderful, she had no reason to think that tonight would be any less amazing.

Up in her room, however, she spotted an immediate problem. One she really should have thought of before.

"Oh dear." Twilight looked at her bed. Then she looked at Lune. Then she looked back at the bed.

The bedroom had been furnished with a perfectly suitable bed, of course. Perfectly suitable for just her. It had plenty of room for one pony, and would be only a little bit of a squeeze for two normal ponies, but it was obviously too small for Lune by himself, let alone Lune and her both.

Lune chuckled. "I am swiftly learning that few things outside of the palace itself are built with my height in mind. I recall once laughing at Celestia's complaints on the subject. Now I know all too well what drove her to complain."

"That doesn't fix the current problem though," Twilight said, frowning at her bed.

"Ah Twilight," Lune smiled. "Thou shouldst know that, strictly speaking, we do not require a bed at all. Why many centuries ago 'twas common to sleep in piles of hay, or even to rest whilst standing. Other acts may be performed whilst standing as well." He nuzzled against her, pressing up against her side, a wing spreading to cup her against him.

She relaxed into that embrace. Lune bent his head and slid his muzzle along Twilight's horn. Twilight gasped softly as the caress spread a tingling sensation from her horn that slowly spread through her whole body as Lune continued. He began to lap at her horn and Twilight couldn't help but moan softly. The tingling sensation intensified, a pleasant hum all along her fur and even, especially, between her legs, where she could feel that warm need beginning to stir.

Lune took the tip of Twilight's horn into his mouth. Twilight felt her knees going weak as a bolt of tingling pleasure shot through her. She leaned against his side, breathing faster. He tightened his wing around her, trying to support her.

As he went down further on her horn, Twilight's knees nearly buckled entirely, the wave of pleasure that went through her was so strong. Leaning against Lune wasn't working.

He seemed to realize it and pulled back. "I think perhaps the bed might be of some use after all. Thou canst rest upon it while I attend to thee."

Twilight smiled. Having Lune "attend to" her sounded delightful. A flicker of memory rose; her earlier fantasy about having him as a slave, pleasing her, passed through her mind. She put it aside and instead turned to the bed. She sprawled out on her stomach, sideways across the bed, so that Lune could have easy access to her horn. He smiled and bent his head, nuzzling it again briefly before once more taking it into his mouth. Twilight moaned, closing her eyes, just letting the warm tingle wash through her entire body. She'd long known that horn massage could stimulate the magical field that permeated a unicorn's body, but feeling it was much better than reading about it had prepared her for. She moaned again. It was very good.

Not, however, the kind of good that actually got her anywhere. She could tell that she was wet, but the pleasure was too diffuse to do anything more.

So she wasn't exactly unhappy when Lune stopped and circled around the bed. He nuzzled at her flank for a moment, inhaling her scent. The he carefully, slowly, put his hooves on the bed on either side of her, his body pressing down over hers as he started to position himself.

Twilight could feel his stallionhood brush against her flank. Some primitive part of her had lifted her tail up in preparation, but some other part of her was rebelling against what was going on. The feeling of Lune's weight on her was uncomfortable, stifling, trapping her. She didn't like it. She remembered last time, being on top of him. She'd liked that!

"Uhm. Lune?"

Lune froze in place immediately. "Aye, Twilight?"

"I think that I don't like being beneath thee."

"Ah." Lune immediately moved back, lifting his weight from her and retreating off the bed. "Thou wouldst rather be on top again."

"Yes." Twilight scrambled up, climbing out of bed as well. She looked at him, then looked at the bed again. "There has to be some way to make this work."

"Let us try, and see." Lune climbed into the bed. He rolled onto his back, but his hind feet went over the edge, draping awkwardly over the footboard there. That wouldn't work. He rolled off of it again. Then he smiled and his horn lit. He lifted the mattress in his magic and set it on the floor beside the bed. Dropping down, he stretched out on the mattress. His feet still stuck over the edge, but with it on the floor that didn't really matter. "Is this more to thy liking?" he asked, smiling up at Twilight.

"Oh yes," she said, looking down at him. He was already very much aroused, and she couldn't resist leaning down and nuzzling at the base of his stallionhood. He made a soft sound of pleasure at her touch, and she decided to see if she could get him to make a few more of them. She settled herself between his legs, where she could nuzzle and caress him more easily, and ran a hoof along one thigh, teasing him with a touch that approached his cock but stopped just short of it. He made a tiny little sound of disappointment as her hoof slid away. Twilight grinned and did it again, moving slower the closer she came, just barely brushing against the base of his cock, then sliding her hoof back again. He whimpered this time, a soft, needy sound.

Twilight tried nuzzling the inside of his thigh, letting her tongue lap at his fur. He moaned softly, then whimpered again when she only teased. She continued, sliding a hoof close, running her tongue almost there, occasionally letting her hoof rub at his sheath or her tongue lap just at the base of his cock. He was soon panting and squirming, letting out little frustrated whimpers almost constantly. Finally, when she couldn't think of anything else to try to tease him, she moved to straddle him instead.

She didn't, however, immediately take him into her. She had the thought that with how much she'd wound him up it probably wouldn't take long for him to come. And she wanted to wind herself up a bit first. Though she was already very wet. Dripping even. Teasing him had been exciting, and it probably wouldn't take long for her to be nearly there herself. So she simply rubbed herself against him, feeling the heat of his cock against her clit.

"Ah yes..." She moaned and rubbed harder. Lune whimpered again, a sound of almost desperate need. Twilight rocked against him faster, feeling her pleasure building. She was very close already.

"Sun and moon, Twilight," said Lune, his voice filled with nearly desperate need. "I want thee so badly!"

"Not yet," said Twilight immediately. She wasn't there yet. Not... quite... She planted her front hooves on his chest, pinning him down so that he wouldn't move until she was ready for him to. She panted harder, tensed, her thighs clamped around Lune's hips as she rocked her body against his.

"Ah... Twilight... please!" begged Lune, and in that moment, as he pleaded for her, she let out a breathless, gasping cry and came, shuddering atop him. She pressed her hips tightly to him as the wave of pleasure broke over her, overwhelming her senses for a long, blissful instant, then slowly relaxed as it ebbed.

"Twilight..." Lune sounded so frustrated she almost wanted to laugh. But she knew it would be cruel to tease him any further. She lifted herself and used her magic to help position his cock. She was so wet that it slid in easily this time. "Oh stars yes!" gasped Lune. His hooves immediately went to her hips, pulling her down onto him, and he started to buck under her, thrusting into her.

She let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Even with her own need satisfied it still felt good to have him in her. And the effect she'd had on him was very gratifying, if perhaps a little disturbing. She'd come to the sound of his begging. That had been what had pushed her over the edge. Not just the physical pleasure, but the feeling of delight at his helplessness. The memory of those unsettling fantasies flitted through her mind, but she pushed them aside and tried to just concentrate on the pleasant sensation as Lune thrust into her. She'd only teased him a little, that was all. He had apparently enjoyed it—indeed, he came only a moment later, having taken hardly any time at all to get there. Twilight let out a soft sigh of satisfaction at the sensation of his cock twitching and pumping within her. He'd definitely enjoyed it, and she'd enjoyed it, so everything was perfectly fine.