Princess Lunaughty – Luna for short – hummed a little tune to herself as she skipped merrily down the castle corridors. It had only been a few weeks since her arrival at Equestria’s new center of power, and already the new place was starting to feel like home. Guards and servants greeted her with warmth, affection, and a bit of unapologetic arousal. Wolf whistles and cat calls were like trumpets announcing her arrival, warning all that they would soon be in the presence of Equestria’s cutest princess. She’d even gotten her own wing of the castle, which was still undergoing renovations to match her preferred color scheme. Royal petitioners, while initially regarding her with skepticism, quickly turned to putty in her hooves once she pouted her lips and batted her adorable eyelashes at them. Despite her initial worries, it seemed that this underdeveloped body had its advantages, after all.

Not even an hour ago, an especially contentious cunt of an aristocrat was stubbornly refusing to shut her yap so that the court could vote on a resolution for the fate of a public park. Apparently, because the park would be public, the cunt feared that it would lower property values in the area. Luna’s advisors assured her that was not the case, and also that the cunt’s mansion was on the other side of the city, so it wouldn’t affect her anyway. Eventually, Luna’s patience ran out and she’d called the cunt up front to deliver her judgement. The Princess of the Night assaulted her with the full force of her puppy-dog-pout, slurring her words with “pwetty pwease” and the like, and even managed to muster a few convincing tears. Even if the cunt hadn’t been shot through the heart, the rest of the court sure was, and the cunt was ultimately forced to concede her point through overwhelming peer pressure.

That isn’t to say that the little Princess didn’t miss her old form, before the nightmare. She had been tall and muscular, a vision of power and beauty on par with none but her sister. Alas, Nightmare Moon’s corruption had taken its toll and it would be a while yet before she regained her full power and physique.

However, little Luna did not let such thoughts spoil her good mood. She had just lowered the moon for the day, meaning big sis was on duty and she was free to do as she pleased. She felt restless, with no desire to sleep any time soon. As such, she decided to start off her free period by paying a visit to her harem chambers. She giggled in anticipation at the fun she was about to have.

For the sake of expediency, Luna’s harem was situated right next to her private room; although that barrier would hopefully be rectified once the contractors got off their fat asses and installed the damn door connecting the rooms already. The door was big and colored a bright, happy violet. She gave a slight squeal of eagerness and even did a brief happy dance, causing the door guards to momentarily lose their stances and almost tumble over. She giggled approvingly at the power of her cuteness made manifest.

“Well met Sir Evening Tide. Sir Nightshade,” she greeted the mare and stallion respectively. They were bat ponies; a close cousin of pegasi with leathery bat-like wings in place of the more commonly recognized feathery variety. Both had yellow eyes with slits for pupils, ideal for night vision, and their fur tended to be shades of gray and other dark colors for camouflage. They were dressed in the purple and black colors of her house, a staunch contrast to the vibrant gold of her sister’s guards.

“Well met, Princess Luna,” they responded as one.

Luna held her head high, yet her horn only barely poked above the shoulders of her guards. Even so, she put on a proud and regal face, as was expected. “Anything to report?”

“No, Your Highness,” Nightshade replied. “Business as usual.”

“Understood,” Luna said with a nod. She could ask him to clarify, but decided it’d be more fun to talk to those on the other side of the door. “Carry on, you two.”

The guards bowed their heads respectfully and stepped aside as the door magically opened in response to Luna’s presence. It was enchanted only to open for a select group of ponies, to keep its occupants safe. Still, to thank her guards for their loyal diligence, she telekinetically gave both guards’ asses a playful pinch, making them yelp as she walked by.

The doors closed and Luna felt her heart soar and her nethers clench when she saw what awaited her. Foals! Pegasi, earth ponies, unicorns, and even a couple bat ponies. Colts and fillies of a variety of shapes, sizes, and colors, none of which included a cutie mark. Luna’s mouth watered at the thought of such tender, (relatively) untouched forms, all here for her personal enjoyment. Many were running around in an exciting game of tag, squealing at the top of their lungs whenever the ‘it’ pony got too close. Others were enjoying themselves with more quiet activities, such as reading or assembling puzzles. One filly Luna spied was playing with a pink doll that bore a rather striking resemblance to Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, which the little filly was currently having tied up while a more generic looking white unicorn approached from behind with a paddle.

Luna quickly swallowed the drool pooling in her mouth. Sometimes foals were just too much to resist. That was why Molestia had insisted on being the one to select Luna’s harem. As much as Luna had protested and pouted, she could not fault her elder sister’s wisdom. If Luna had been allowed to shop around for her own little concubines, the castle would end up being filled to burst.

Instead, Molestia had visited the whorphanages of Canterlot on her own, using her keen eye and knowledge of her sister’s tastes to select twenty of the finest foals the city had to offer. It had long ago been Luna who first made the suggestion of combining orphanages with brothels to ensure that all the sweet little foals never went unloved; a policy so popular that it was quickly adopted by the neighboring kingdoms.

Orphans existed in a legal gray area between slave and free pony. It was up to whoever adopted them to determine how the rest of their lives would be led. Most were adopted the regular way, but many left the whorphanages with collars on their necks and a spring in their step. Those deemed too old for regular adoption were most commonly sent to the castle, where they’d either enlist in the guard or be assigned apprenticeships to the castle staff. Thus it was ensured that no pony was ever left behind.

These foals, all wearing Luna’s mark on their collars, would meet similar fates. As happy as Luna had been to receive such young and nubile gifts, and as much as she loved and adored them, she knew it would not last. She would happily fuck them no matter what, but it wouldn’t be the same once they’d grown up. It would be unfair to them and her if they stayed in the harem after her attraction had diminished. As such, they’d learn to serve their princess in other ways while receiving a proper education in the meantime. Without question, as far as orphans went, Luna knew these were some of the luckiest in the world, and it filled her heart with such warmth and pride to think of what a good thing she was doing for them.

“Luna!” cried one of the foals, startling the others out of their meanderings. “Princess Luna’s here!”

That was the start of a small, squealing, and sweetly cavity-inducing stampede. The little bodies of all the little foals scampered from their previous activities to swarm around Luna, leaving behind their toys, games, and books. Some foals at least tried to show more restraint and pick up after themselves, but peer pressure from the others eventually kindled their excitement and urged them to join.

Luna laughed giddily, deciding to forgive their enthusiasm and remind them of their manners later. “Well met, everypony! Well met!” Her body tingled as she felt the touch of each little foal against her. They were so soft, small, and tender, like juicy steaks just waiting for her to devour them. The fliers attempted to take to wing, but few could do more than buzz their wings in anticipation. Most bounced in uncontained excitement, gifting Luna the chance to watch their baby fat jiggle as though it were true thiccness. Mindful of her steps so as not to squish anypony, Luna eventually managed to move towards a large pillow in the center of the room, what she liked to call her second throne. Molestia insisted it be called her third throne, but that had earned a pillow to the face.

Luna heaved a contented sigh as she breathed in the smell of youth while her ears were filled with the heavenly sounds of such young voices. Once she’d calmed, the foals responded in kind and sat down around her, waiting to hear what she had to say. They knew they were only there for her, and they couldn’t be happier for the privilege.

“Dearest ones,” Luna greeted as her eyes darted from face to adorable face. “Have you been enjoying yourselves?”

“Uh huh! This place is great,” chirped a little pegasus filly. Her name was Skyla. She was minty green and was especially small for her age. Such a creature was so small and seemingly delicate, making Luna’s heart flutter every time they locked eyes. “There are so many toys!”

“And everypony’s super nice!” added a blue unicorn colt. His name was Flicker and his front teeth had a bit of a gap. “I love it!”

“And I am glad to hear that,” Luna cooed and nuzzled the little colt, exchanging breaths. She’d made an effort to learn the names and personalities of each and every foal in her care, savoring their adoration as much as she did their supple bodies. On that note, she lifted her tail in invitation while pretending not to notice. As if awaiting their cue, the three foals nearest her backside instantly dove in, making Luna shudder.

They began by using their own hooves to pull Luna’s ass cheeks apart and uncover her treasure, too impatient to wait for her magic. She didn’t mind, though. Instead, she relaxed her rear to make things easier on them. Their round little faces were scrunched as they fought and pressed their way into the valley of her ass. Luna’s breath hitched when she felt the first foal reach their target. She had no idea if it was a filly or a colt, but they had wrapped their lips around her ponut and sucked like they were trying to nurse. The foals’ young mouths were inexperienced, but there was no faulting their youthful enthusiasm, making Luna shudder at having her filthiest hole snogged by one so young. All of her foals had proven to have such a heavenly vigor, and, no doubt the remaining two were incensed that one of Luna’s holes had been commandeered, momentarily robbing them of the chance to prove themselves.

But rather than pout, the other two foals took the initiative and dove downward to her dripping snatch. Luna guessed these two to be fillies for the way they so neatly divided her pussy between them. One filly began by licking around Luna’s nether lips, humming in delight as she lapped up her princess’ liquid arousal before taking a few experimental nibbles. Luna had to willfully keep herself from clenching for fear of startling her young and sensitive lovers. The other foal sealed her mouth around the alicorn’s clit, sucking affectionately while teasing it with her tongue and nearly making Luna jump.

“And h-how goes your lessons?” Luna asked breathily, trying in vain to maintain her façade of dignity while three foals were making out with her anus and pussy.

“I don’t like Mrs. Strict,” pouted a yellow earth filly called Seedling, pretending like she wasn’t distracted by the wet and exuberant sounds of the other foals, nor the flush building on Luna’s lovely face. The filly might not have been deliberately trying to make herself look extra adorable, but she was doing a good job anyway. “She gives too much homework.”

Luna laughed in good humor as she thoughtlessly lifted Skyla in her magic, flipped her upside-down, and buried her face in the foal’s backside like she was eating an ice cream sandwich. Skyla squealed in delight as Luna’s tongue plunged deeply into her moist folds, drinking deeply of the little filly’s nectar. The princess paid little mind to the filly’s involuntary squirming, using just enough magic to hold her in place. She drank from the little filly’s sex like she would a beverage, slurping the refreshing liquid down her throat. Skyla came, arching her back and opening her mouth in a silent scream, but Luna continued on. The alicorn quickened her pace as the flavor of sweet filly cum touched her tongue.

However, before that could happen, she spied Seedling looking up at her. The filly looked entranced at the sight of seeing one of her friends brought to orgasm by the princess, but also a little hurt at being so flippantly ignored. Luna felt her heart sink as she realized her terrible, awful mistake.

“We beg thine forgiveness, little one,” Luna pleaded after pulling her mouth free and moving the heavily panting Skyla off to the side, still held in her magic. “We did not mean to be so thoughtless.” Luna lowered her head down to Seedling’s level. “It’s just,” her nostrils flared, “you, all of you, are just too…” She licked her lips, both to lap up any remaining juices, and in longing for what this other filly would offer.

Seedling said nothing at first, making Luna fear she’d already fucked up royal and lost her precious Seedling’s love forever! Her thoughts ran a million miles a second, chastising herself for such carelessness, for forgetting that her beloved foals had to be treated more tenderly than their grown up counterparts. She was also forming hundreds of elaborate – and arguably comedic – schemes with which she might win back the filly’s love; 57% of which involved pudding. However, before Luna could sink too deeply into her own dark thoughts, Seedling suddenly smiled and surprised Luna with a lick to the snoot. Luna blinked, momentarily dumbstruck by this unexpected turn of events, only for Seedling to give a rather wicked grin.

Luna narrowed her eyes on the filly. “Thou art a devious one,” she said in a stage whisper.

“Maaaybe,” Seedling allowed.

Luna laughed proudly as she lifted her head back up. “I know it can be hard learning to-Oh!” Luna’s head snapped around to see a couple of other foals taking advantage of her distraction. They’d been trying to pry beneath her legs to get at her teats, but now they looked like their hooves had been caught in the proverbial cookie jar. “If you desire mine teats, then all you have to do is ask,” she reminded patiently.

“Can we?” the colt asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, can we please? I wanna suckle!” argued the more impatient filly as her hoof worked fervently between her legs.

Luna pretended to consider for a second, laughing on the inside as the foals’ expressions turned horrified. Their naiveté was but another part of foals that Luna loved so much. They actually believed she was able to resist their lewd demands. When the joke had run its course, Luna tittered and lifted her leg, moaning as the foals instantly latched onto her nipples. They suckled mightily until the enchantment around Luna’s teats was triggered, filling their gullets with her warm and nutritious milk. A couple more foals followed the first and began kissing around her breast flesh. This coaxed out even more milk, so much so that the first sucklers could not keep up. The refreshing white liquid spilled out around their mouths, allowing the later foals to lap up the excess around the breasts.

“Homework is rarely fun,” she continued, turning back to Seedling and struggling to keep her composure as the foals attended to her most sensitive parts. “But, as I have been led to believe, it is crucial to the learning process. I want you to grow up to enjoy all that life has to offer you.”

Seedling just laughed, no longer able to take Luna’s words seriously. “You’re pinker than Cadence!” she pointed out, eliciting more laughs from the surrounding foals, and even those who were already working the alicorn’s body.

Luna felt her cheeks heat up, only to realize they’d been rather warm for some time. Once again her carelessness had gotten the best of her, only this time it was underestimating just how powerful a numerical advantage could be, even against an alicorn. The moaning of the foals and their wet, sloppy kisses was like a heavenly aria to Luna’s ears. She was certain they were deliberately being so loud because they knew how much it turned her on.

Realizing the futility of trying to maintain her royal dignity, Luna decided she owed it to herself and her beloved concubines to simply revel in the moment. She started by picking up Seedling in her magic and pulling Skyla back to the forefront. Turning the two eager fillies over in her magic, she pressed their bellies together. With the two facing away, all Luna was able to see was the divine image of their two adorable filly butts pressed around their sopping filly pussies and forming the most delectable of filly cuisines. “A filly sandwich,” Luna gasped, letting the drool finally fall.

None of the foals minded the princess’ lapse in manners. Skyla and Seedling were beside themselves with joy for having earned such a reaction. Trusting Luna to know what she was doing, the two fillies turned to face one another, grinning at each other’s flushed expressions.

“You’re really warm,” Skyla cooed, wrapping her legs around the earth filly’s body.

Seedling pressed her nose under the pegasus’ chin and nuzzled tenderly. “And you smell nice.”

Luna felt her heart flutter as she listened to the fillies’ loving pillow talk. She could see they were trying to grind themselves together, but her magic held them too tight. Respecting their youthful needs, the Princess of the Night pulled her sandwich close enough for the first bite. The fillies cried out as Luna wrapped her lips around theirs and suckled on each of their mounds. A careful adjustment to her telekinesis allowed the fillies to rub their bodies together in a way that wouldn’t compromise her own enjoyment. She pulled back long enough to see the way the tiny nubs of their undeveloped teats pressed together before returning with her tongue, starting with the lower filly’s wrinkled ass hole, moving up and over their pussies, and finishing with a playful swirl on the upper filly’s anus.

Skyla and Seedling giggled in surprised and aroused delight at the loving attention their bottoms were receiving. While the magic holding them wasn’t uncomfortable, the little youths still felt the need to take action of their own. Without even thinking, they locked lips and kissed with a passion. They explored one another’s mouths with their tiny tongues, tasting of the other’s saliva and drinking of the other’s sweaty aroma. Alas, the romance of the moment was broken each time the two fillies giggled from Luna’s experimental teasing.

Luna froze when it happened. It started with the foal who’d been sucking on her ass suddenly breaking the kiss. She realized this foal must have been a colt, for he quickly replaced his mouth with his little pecker prodding at her ass hole. Luna moaned into her filly treats while relaxing her anus and magically spreading her ass cheeks for easy entry.

The colt named Rising Spear complied with the invitation and settled into his best mounting position. He was a unicorn with a jet black mane cut to military regulation and a coat of red so light it was almost pink. With his little stature, he had to use Luna’s parted ass cheeks as holds for his hind legs so as not to step on the fillies below. One foreleg held tight to the base of Luna’s tail while his upper body rested atop her upper rump, obstructing his view of his target. He fumbled a bit, with many of his attempted thrusts missing their mark, but he pressed on regardless.

Luna moaned all the louder into her filly sandwich, pleasuring the pair with the vibrations. It was an effort to keep herself from laughing. Her mirth was not malicious, but her mental image of the colt’s inexperienced efforts was just too adorable. Still, she understood just how traumatizing it would be for the little guy if he felt he failed at something he was clearly determined to accomplish. Before any of the other foals could notice, Luna applied the minimal amount of magic possible to aim his little pecker at its target.

Rising moaned as he felt the tip penetrate the first few millimeters into Luna’s anus. He grinned like an idiot at his achievement, but a quick shake of the mighty rump reminded him he wasn’t finished yet. Using what little leverage he had available, he pressed himself as deeply as he could. Luna’s anus was tight, but not to the point that it was constricting. It felt more like her anal walls were giving his tiny penis a friendly hug in welcome.

Wanting to reward the colt for his determination, Luna relaxed her anus just enough that Rising was able to sink down to his medial ring before she tightened herself up again. His breath hitched and Luna grinned around her mouthful of filly pussy as they orgasmed for the third time since they’d been sandwiched together. Fillies were amazing for their ability to have multiple or even an indefinite amount of orgasms in one session, but that only made the colts’ orgasms all the more precious to the royal foalcon.

Rising paused as he came to grips with what was happening. Luna’s anus had suddenly become as tight as any of the fillies in the harem, but it was alternating its constriction at a speed he would have thought impossible. Remembering who it was that he was fucking, Rising dismissed his befuddlement as merely a miracle of the alicorns and resumed his thrusting. Unfortunately, the little unicorn was still too inexperienced to know how to properly pace himself. In a matter of seconds he felt his little balls tighten and knew it was inevitable. “C-cuuu!” That was all the warning he could give before releasing his load.

Luna moaned sincerely this time – not that the foals could tell the difference – and squirted her orgasm into the mouths of the fillies suckling dutifully at her pussy. An uncommonly known fact about alicorn anatomy was that their anuses, even without the aid of magic, had almost as many nerve endings as their pussies, making an anal orgasm almost indistinguishably as pleasing as any other. Luna tightened her anal grip around the colt’s cock, using her masterful muscle control to milk his cock dry. She felt him shudder against her backside, adding to her lustful drunken haze with the power she held over one so small. Rising Spear was hers, her plaything to do with in whatever way she wanted, and they both loved the hell out of it.

When Luna felt no more of Rising’s seed enter her ass, she magically moved him aside and gently deposited him on a nearby pillow. Seeing this, the foals who had not yet touched Luna this evening all sprang to attention. It didn’t matter that they’d all been transfixed by the orgy, touching themselves or even being so overcome with hormones that they’d started mounting one another. Fillies and colts in every combination and position their inexperienced minds could think of all suddenly stopped what they were doing to see that a new position had opened.

Still lying on her side and to avoid a stampede that might actually hurt somepony, Luna used her magic to hold them all in place. Selecting based on apparent stamina, she guided them one by one to various parts of her body that had also gone unattended. To her ass she sent a pair of colts who alternated between licking her ponut and sharing the bitter taste between themselves in a scene that could have made the cover of a romance novel. To her back she sent a pair of bat foals who latched onto her stiff wings and humped to their hearts’ delight. Getting the message, the remaining foals approached in a more orderly manner, picking whatever parts of the alicorn’s body that looked the best to them. Some licked at her belly, tickling her sadistically. Others used her hooves like toys to stroke themselves. When all the good spots seemed taken, the few remaining foals contented themselves with their fellow concubines, suckling and fucking their backsides in the hopes of pleasing their princess at least indirectly.

Without really meaning to, Luna had sealed herself in a box made of horny foals. Her sight was eclipsed by little bodies humping at her face. Her ears were deaf to all but the moans and wet shlurping sounds of sex all around her. Across her skin it felt like there was nothing but underage genitals grinding away while tiny mouths lavished her with licks and kisses. Her nose was awash with the collective smells of arousal while her tongue was able to discern the tastes of no fewer than six foal orgasms. In the back of her mind she knew the names of each of these foals based on the feel of their genitals as well as their unique flavors, but such complex thoughts were beyond her at this point.

This was nothing like the Slutty Sun Celebration where Luna had been in full control. Those little ones had been polite and obedient, letting Luna take the lead and please them at her own leisure. This rabble had given in to mob mentality, forgoing all sense of civility in favor of clambering to use their princess to get themselves off. Luna, however, was still a princess, and therefore not content to simply be a fuck doll. Her magical aura never wavered, holding foals in place, helping others reach their destinations, and even teasing their little bottoms just to add that extra bit of encouragement. When some went limp from over exertion, Luna deposited them alongside Rising while maintaining her focus on those left.

The Princess of the Night had lost track of how many orgasms her beloved foals had given her. The gaps between each had perpetually shrunk to the point that they were coming almost continuously. Fortunately, she held back from turning completely rabid when she noticed that her filly sandwich was starting to get a little dry. Indeed, more and more of the foals had tuckered themselves out and simply had no strength left. Some, like Rising, had gotten their second wind, but they were a distinct minority amidst the sizable collection of exhausted foals.

Deciding that her darling concubines had done enough, Luna finished with one last minor orgasm to coat the face of the last foal to eat her out. She sat up and surveyed the damage. Foals snored and moaned their exhaustion. Some dutiful dears were even trying to leave the resting pile to return to her, using strength they clearly didn’t have. The carpet more than a meter around the princess had been utterly soaked in a gumbo of sex juices. Luna laughed to herself, wondering if she should deactivate the automatic cleaning spell and simply leave the mess, but she thought better of it. Foals so young needed rest between orgies. Leaving behind such a pungent smell to constantly taunt them ran the risk of the poor dears tuckering themselves out before she even had a chance to play with them later.

Embracing her role as the foals’ owner and legal guardian, she summoned forth a collection of pillows and arranged them all around her. Then came the foals, whom she rested atop the oversized pillows. What few foals were still fighting for consciousness surrendered to the warmth of her body, nodding off even before she could lay the blankets down. She rested her head alongside her little ones, treasuring their warmth and love more than they could know.

Yet despite relaxation and contentedness coursing through Luna’s being, she did not simply nod off to dream land. Rather, she consciously made the transition to the dream realm, a void characterized by a soft blue space and a seemingly infinite collection of doors. Luna’s astral self beamed in exuberance as her energy rekindled. In this place, she was not limited by physical stamina. Here, in the accelerated time of dreams, she was free to explore, protect, and insert herself at her own leisure. As the guardian of dreams, she had a duty to ensure that all of her subjects rested easy under her erotic guidance.

Author's Note

I’ve decided to give more screen time to the princesses and other characters with interludes like these. In Luna’s premier, we see her relaxing with the harem of foals Molestia promised her in the prequel story. There was a little expository world building thrown in for good measure, but the emphasis was on Luna’s relationship with her new wards, which I hope you enjoyed. But with so few doors existing at an hour after the sun had gone up, Luna decided to reward her beloved concubines with her continued presence.

Tier 1: None at this time
Tier 2: Jake Nelson
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