Dusk Shine Impregnates Princess Luna (Non-Canon)

"Cum in me," Cadance muttered into Dusk's mane as she clutched his small form, the femboy's wide hips hammering his cock deep inside her already-pregnant cunt.

It was a command he couldn't refuse, even if he wanted to. His sister-in-law was too tight, too wet and warm to ever dream of pulling out of. With a sharp whinny and a final, powerful thrust, he came inside her. His cum hit her like a shot to the gut, firing like a cannon into her cove and soon filling her up with cum, her already-swollen belly growing larger and larger with each powerful blast of hot, white cum the purple stallion released inside her.

Cadance kissed his forehead once again, the taste of sweat and exertion lathering the exhausted stallion as they finished their fourth round for the morning. Dusk pulled his cock out before he was finished, feeling his own load splash outwards and soak against his thighs from the overflow, pulling back and cumming all over the pink beauty's torso, soaking her stomach and tits with his viscous breeding fluid before collapsing onto his back, small chest heaving as he did so.

His throat was dry and his cock ached, drained for the fourth time by his harlot's starving pussy, filling her up to the brim over and over until she was sated. He hoped that was the case, as he'd been up for barely and hour at this point and found himself in need of another full night's rest. His eyes darted downwards as he felt Cadance move along the bed, seeing the pregnant mare place herself in a comfy spot against a pillow and begin stroking her belly affectionately.

Dusk sat up, his toned middle aching as he did so, before looking over affectionately at the cum-stained Alicorn. She wore it exceptionally well, the thick, gooey coating somehow only heightening her beauty as she sat there admiring her pregnancy, somehow being both the living embodiment of maternal love and a filthy whore at the same time.

"I've been thinking of names for her, you know?" she asked, looking up at him with soft eyes, the tone and topic making it seem like he hadn't just been pounding her guts like he'd paid to.

"Yeah?" he questioned, removing the leather lashing he used to keep his mane up in a ponytail before retying the high-sitting style. "What did you come up with?"

"Flurry," Cadance said in a warm voice, eyes twinkling as she looked at her belly. "Flurry Heart."

"That's quite cute," Dusk nodded, looking at Cadance's noticeable baby bump with a proud, fatherly smile.

He hopped down off the bed, grabbing a stray piece of clothing to wipe his cock down with, the rapidly-softening third leg of his being coated in the thick, creamy load from moments earlier. He stretched his arms, yawning loudly as he cast his eyes towards the doorway, wondering where his second baby-momma was at that moment.

"Gleam go out already?" he asked Cadance.

"Not that I'm aware of," Cadance said, slowly getting to the edge of the bed and standing up.

She swayed on her feet slightly, Dusk turning to assist her before she held a hand up slightly in protest, signalling she was fine.

"I'm good," she nodded. "Not about to pass out yet."

"Just... don't exert yourself," Dusk said with a soft smile. "I don't want you or her getting hurt."

"Gods, Dusk, I'm pregnant, not a senior citizen," Cadance smirked with a roll of her eyes. "I can still walk about without risking a heart attack."

"I know, I know," he sighed, scratching the back of his head. "You going for a shower?"

"If you wouldn't mind joining me?" she offered with a cocked eyebrow.

"It'd be rude to say no," he obliged, following behind his wide-waisted lover and entering their wet room.

The obelisk-coloured room was as sleek as they came, a large shower head in the carved marble shower area that had been chiselled to make seats for at least four people as well as a soft, thick bath matt for more illicit purposes when in the shower. Cadance walked over to the showerhead, waving her hand over a golden gemstone set in the wall to activate it and then doing the same to a red gemstone to select the temperature.

She sat down on the seats as the water began to pour down, grabbing a handheld shower head from a fitting beside her and using the magic object to wash the cum out of her insides. She shivered in pleasure at the powerful water jet power-washing her cunt, clenching her toes and biting down on her lip as Dusk grabbed a bottle of shampoo from an alcove on the wall, lathering himself up and washing the sweat, cum, and grime from the sex and the night's sleep off his already-tried body.

"Hey," Cadance said, flicking him on his phat ass in a method to get his attention. "Come here a sec."

Dusk rolled his eyes, turning around and stepping under the spray of Cadance's shower head as her slender-yet-strong pink arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him forward and allowing her to plant a kiss on his thick, flaccid cock.

"Cadance..." Dusk sighed, knowing exactly what she wanted.

"Just one... then no more for the rest of the morning, I promise," she said with a playful expression.

"It's nearly eleven o'clock though," he countered, seeing the mischievous glint in her eyes.

Part of his tired, aching muscles told him he should probably just flick the bothersome little harlot on the muzzle and give her a stern 'no'... but she was too good at this to make him want to stop her. He nearly went weak at the knees as Cadance took his length into her mouth, his cock finding one of it's many homes in the back of her throat as her taut, pink lips clamped down on his length.

Normally, he'd buck his hips forward to get some extra friction going... but he barely had the strength left in him to stand. He swayed backwards slightly, Cadance grabbing hold of his hips and pulling him forward to prevent him from collapsing while allowing her mouth to work it's usual magic.

He nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt another, much larger figure press themselves up against his back. The alarm, however, soon faded away once he felt the comforting arms of his older sister wrap around his svelte form. She planted a kiss on his neck, her support allowing him to lean his weight on her and just have her large, strong form keep him standing.

Part of him felt like he didn't deserve this kind of treatment. Never-ending sex from two beautiful mares that were as willing to wait on him hand and foot as he was to them, spending every night snuggled against their beautiful bodies, all the while waiting for his children to be born from them, and create a large, happy family.

He eyes fluttered as Cadance began massaging his balls, the purple twink turning his head towards his older sister and locking lips with him as she began to massage his stomach. It was a therapeutic routine the two of them had started, mostly because Gleaming often found it impossible to keep her hands off him once they'd kicked off their relationship proper.

Dusk panted quietly, the hot spray of the shower dousing all three of them in water to wash away the sweat of excitement and exertion, especially from Cadance's over-worked form. Despite the high sexual energy of the shower, the three of them were relaxed and docile, merely content to embrace on another and let whatever happened do so without much fierce involvement.

Dusk and Cadance were exhausted, Gleam needed to keep her energy up for her day at the gym, and the little sexual pile wasn't in any rush to orgasm before they were finished in the shower. Though, despite the lack of a rush towards it, Cadance's mouth was too good to last in for that long a time.

Dusk whinnied quietly, thighs tensing as he stood up on the tips of his toes, blowing a much smaller load than usual into Cadance's throat and filling up her stomach with her usual breakfast platter. The pink princess' eyes glowed in a gorgeous manner, casting a faint glow onto Dusk's toned stomach as he slid his cock out of her mouth, cumming the last few spurts onto her face.

Cadance leaned back in the shower, allowing the hot load to be slowly washed from her face all while watching Gleam slowly stroking Dusk's cock, helping wash away the mix of spit and cum that had soaked his titanic length.

"C'mere..." Dusk muttered, moving away from Gleam's embrace and re-positioning them both.

He bent her over, as he so often enjoyed to do, and had her place her hands flat against the wall to brace herself. She looked back over her shoulder with a heavy blush on her face, often demanding to be on top during their solo sessions without Cadance and always getting embarrassed when she needed to bottom.

Her embarrassment always brought out her feminine beauty, something Dusk loved to see as much as the domineering commander she often was. He was hard again in a matter of moments, penetrating his older sister's treasure trove between her thighs and getting a moan from both of them.

Even after all the 'catching up they'd done' over the last few weeks, Gleam's hot little cunt was still as tight as it was the first time around. Dusk wasted no time getting his hands on her enormous ass, gripping the sides of her breeding hips and gently massaging her rear with his thumbs.

He exhaled through gritted teeth as he started fucking her, getting up to a good, steady rhythm as he listened to his sister's pretty little mewls and gasps of pleasure, grinding his teeth slowly as his hips slapped against her alabaster ass. The flesh jiggled and rippled as he knocked it forwards, an entire legacy of perfect genes and over fifteen years of hard exercise having grown and sculpted her bottom into something most ponies would put a sword through their gut just to touch, never mind have access to whenever they wanted.

A small smile curled at his lips again, selfish and arrogant desires washing over him, brought on by the pleasure and feeling of dominance he had over the two mares. Of course, they could snap him like a twig if they so wished, so this fantasy was plain and simply that... but after being on the small and scrawny side with his academics being his strongest suit for so long... it felt good to be the alpha, even if only in his own little world.

Cadance was on her feet soon after he started, snaking a hand around his waist and pulling him close to kiss her, just as Gleam had done earlier. Her tongue was as divine in taste and texture, just as it always was. The eager mare gestured for him to fondle her enormous breasts, his small, purple hands being nowhere near large enough to contain his mountainous mammaries as they hornily tongued one-another.

Shivers ran down Dusk's body at the overwhelming sensations of arousal he felt thanks to the two beautiful mares. His morning activities had tired him out, left his body and balls drained beyond what they usually were... but the last wave of pleasure and affection that rolled over him was enough to give his sister the creampie she deserved.

He groaned loudly, slamming his hips home one last time and holding them there as he unloaded inside her. He spurted pint after pint of cum into her well-bred cunt, filling her up to ballooning size as he always did. Eyes blurred and shoulders shuddered on the both of them as a united orgasm brought closure to their perfect morning ritual. He pulled out of her cunt and, like an uncorked champagne bottle, the load inside the enormous mare splattered out, slopping loudly onto the floor as a seemingly unending flow ran down Gleam's thighs.

"I... I'm done," Dusk said with a heavy pant, staggering back from the two mares as he exited the shower.

They waved him a silent goodbye, soon wrapping each other up in their own embrace, kissing and grinding their bodies against each other as their seemingly-infinite libido continued to push them to more sex. Unending desire was the name of the game, yet it was a game that Dusk needed a time-out from, for the sake of his sanity and his hydration.

He left the bathroom, using his magic to dry himself, before heading down to the kitchen. He never bothered dressing anymore, not unless he was planning to go outside. Cadance and Gleaming often required easy access, and the three of them fucked so often that he'd usually only be wearing clothes for a short amount of time during the day. So, in his infinite wisdom, he remained in the nude for most days and simply allowed his ravenous roommates to savage him whenever they so desired.

He made himself a drink of juice, gulping it down and setting to making another three, desperately trying to refill his body's water levels before the next round with either mare had him ejaculating air. He gulped down more and more glasses until his stomach hurt, deciding that was the best signal to cease the swallowing and allow his body to absorb the fluids it needed before drinking more.

Ambling around the house, he spotted an envelope having fallen through the letter box on the door. He used a flick of his wrist and a smattering of magic to summon the midnight-blue envelope to his hand. His eyebrow cocked in a curious fashion as he noted the cursive scrawl on the front of it was addressed to him. He opened it in a similar way, levitating the letter out and reading it over with a more-than-interested pair of eyes, wondering exactly what it was about:

"Dearest Dusk,

Word travels far and wide in this kingdom, faster than ever these days. It is thanks to these whispers that I have heard many a tale of a certain purple prince displaying a rather impressive knack for increasing Equestria's birth rates, not only with my own dearest niece and the Spa Ponies in Ponyville... but a rather raunchy conversation over a private breakfast with Cadance informed Celestia and myself that the seed growing in Captain Shield's womb was planted by none other than her younger sibling.

Now, while I assume that a letter such as this would cause your heart to flutter, I assure you that no punishment nor any kind of reprimanding shall be carried out on you for these actions. You have done naught wrong by any standards and, while the others in the kingdom may not agree, your unofficial matrimony with my niece and your sister warms my cold, frozen heart in ways I have not felt in many a year-"

Huh. How sweet.

"-Though, I must admit... such extravagant and incestuous adventures have warmed up another long-dormant part of my anatomy in a way I'm unwilling to let lie-"

Oh no.

"So if it is to the agreement of yourself and your half-wives, I am offering you a rather illustrious and not-entirely-sinless night alone with myself in my observatory. If you find yourself unwilling to attend, then simply tear this letter asunder and throw it away. I understand if you are committed and do not wish to engage in extra-marital activities with one not in wedlock with yourself. But if you are willing to meet with me, simply burn the letter through whatever means and meet me at the observatory just after sundown, when the night is young and beautiful.

I promise you, I will be more than worth the wait.

Your eager whore,

Princess Luna Noctis."

Dusk realised two things after finishing reading the letter: the first was that his cock was at full-mast and eagerly dripping onto the floor from excitement... and the second was that Luna had disgustingly neat handwriting, moreso than he'd ever seen before.

"What's going on with you?" came the voice of Cadance from behind him, her eyes locked onto his cock moreso than the letter.

He didn't respond vocally, instead merely handing the letter to the taller Alicorn and allowing her to read through it. He studied her facial expression rather carefully, seeing the look of confusion on her beautiful features turn to a warm, flowery smile... only for the letter to slap a look of shock onto her face as if she'd just walked in on a pile of dead kittens. Her jaw nearly hit the floor once she got to the signature left by her aunt, looking back up at Dusk with her eyes glowing almost bright enough to blind him.

"You're gonna go see her," she commanded. "You're gonna fuck her. And then when you've painted this moon-assed little whore completely white inside and out, you're gonna tell me everything. I wanna know what he tongue feels like, what her pussy tastes like, how good her ass feels to pound-"

She grabbed him with a serious expression, making him need to squint to avoid permanent retina damage as she stared into his eyes.

"Every single little detail you could possibly think of, I wanna know about it," Cadance demanded. "I've wanted to scissor this bitch for years, but she's always turned me down in case some rumour got out or something. But you? You can get in her panties without an incestuous scandal happening... and then I can use some magic to relive it through your memories!"

Cadance seemed to be more into the idea of this than he did."

With a snap of her fingers, she burned the letter, that being the signal that Dusk had accepted and an eager, evil grin spread onto her face.

"You ready to plough some moon-pussy?" Cadance asked giddily.

He honestly didn't even need to answer that.

Dusk arrived at the observatory at the scheduled time, entering the enormous room and finding himself bathing in a wash of starlight and midnight blue glows coming from the dome ceiling that was perfectly marked with shifting, warping star patterns. The place was truly flawless, a real beauty to behold... but it wasn't something that held his attention for long as a seductive, sexually-charged whistle made his ears perk up.

His eyes followed the noise to the source, seeing a rather-elegant set up with an extremely-elegant mare sat on it. The floor underneath the dome ceiling had been lined with extremely-expensive furs, ranging from lions, to bears, to all kinds of other creatures. There were large pillows dotted around to make a circle as well as what looked like an ice bucket with several expensive drinks, ranging from soft sherries to hard whiskey from what little he could see.

And in the centre of all of it, nursing a glass of wine with a seductive glow in her eyes, was the Princess of the Moon herself.

She was dressed in a thin, tight dress that hugged every single one of her meltingly-hot curves, being everything Cadance was in terms of proportions... but bigger. Bigger tits, bigger thighs, bigger hips, bigger ass, and a bigger size that would tower over the tiny little twink if she were standing up, being easily seven and a half feet of perfection that Dusk was lucky enough to be in the same room with.

His eyes were locked onto the well-displayed cleavage that the dress showed off, visibly devouring her as he walked over to the little circle she'd set up, watching her take a sip with her plump, blue lips.

Her smouldering eyes dragged over to Dusk, her lips gently supping from her wine glass as he used her magic, naught more than a brief flick of her finger, to pour Dusk a glass of his own. His nimble fingers gripped the stem of the wineglass, raising it to his maw to take a sip. The flavour was sweet and sugary, a taste he hoped to get from the ruler of the night lay before him.

He slowly dropped onto his knees, once again sizing up the Lunar Ruler's ample figure as she pushed herself up to her own kneeling position, hungrily looking over the small stallion as she finished her current glass with a sigh of satisfaction.

"Tell me, young one," she said, setting the wineglass aside and leaning forwards onto her hands and knees, crawling slowly over to Dusk. "Would you care to skip the pleasantries and commence our true purpose?"

"I think..." Dusk said, eyes locked onto her cleavage. "I think I'd like that."

"Very well then," she said, using her magic to remove the wine glasses from their possession and crawling over to Dusk.

With a large hand and a shift of her weight, Luna slowly pushed Dusk down onto his back, allowing Luna to toy with his clothing as she smirked down at him.

"Once such as yourself, a breeding stallion from what I've heard, is probably used to being quite a domineering lover, aren't you?" she asked, a sparkle of naughtiness in her eyes. "Spend as long as you want on top of and inside your little brood mares without any backchat, no?"

"I... I try to be fair..." Dusk said, a wave of warmth washing over his lavender form as Luna used her magic to remove his shirt, exposing his small, toned chest for her hungry eyes to devour.

"Mhm... we'll have none of that here," she said in an almost snarling tone, eyes lighting up brightly. "The dark lays claim to all it touches, and I lay claim to the darkness. You are mine, Dusk Shine, and I shall do with you as I please. Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes..." Dusk nodded, eyes darting sideways for a brief moment before adding a vocal flair. "Mistress..."

Luna revealed a fanged smile, a bolt of arousal rushing through Dusk as the almost-sinister being on top of him lowered her larger form, her hot breath flowing against his torso as her tongue dragged along his chest.

A hot, ragged breath spilled from his maw, long and slow, just like the lick Luna laid over him. His eyes fluttered briefly, cock twitching in its cage of cloth as pleasure coursed through him. Luna ran her tongue along his neck, curving up and over his chin before gently gnawing on his neck. The fangs were sharp enough to deal damage, but the gently scratches, the soft pokes, felt good against his raw flesh.

Her hands found their way to his lower clothing, causing each layer to disappear in the same way she'd done with his shirt... and allowing exactly what she wanted to spring free. She moved backwards, sitting back on her haunches as she stared down at the pulsing titan of masculine endowment before her.

The look of pure evil once again returned to her face; the malicious grin of a conquering queen stretching from ear to ear across her beautiful face.

"Oh, Dusk..." she said in an almost moaning tone. "Must you be so perfect? How could you ever expect me to release you from my grasp when your presence alone is enough to make me ache in desire?"

The purple twink was about ready to explode. He'd been complemented many a time by mares ranging from his mother to his lovers, but he'd never had a mare seemingly melt over him as much as Luna was. He'd never felt so desired and yet so awkward before in his life.

"Kneel for me, Dusk," she said, moving back to give him room enough to do so.

Once he was in the requested position, she embraced him, flattening her enormous form against his svelte little body, allowing his cock to press against her and radiate warmth all throughout him. She held his head against her breasts, the soft pillows warm and inviting, as he'd always dreamed they were. Her hand was placed against his head, holding him close in a nurturing, motherly way.

"Dusk, my pet... I'm going to do such bad things to you," she said, twirling a strand of his femme mane around her finger with a wicked smirk on her face. "You're going to be as sore as you are satisfied..."

The threat was as terrifying as it was arousing. He had no idea what the dark mare before him was going to do to him, or how she planned to take him. Part of him trembled in fear as the concept of being out of his comfort zone... but at the same time, part of him was curious to see exactly what ways Luna planned to break him with. She seemed to be affectionate so far... but he'd heard stories from many a mare about this kind of behaviour being a warm-up to some pretty gruelling 'punishments'.

It seemed that the show, whatever that may be, was due to start. He felt Luna shifting their weight again, pinning him down to the floor, thin arms above his head while she worked her way down his body. Kisses were planted in sensitive areas, her attention focusing on his flat, toned stomach with great interest. Her warm tongue, strong and nimble, lavished in and around his belly button. A shivering bolt ran from Dusk's back up into his ear, his eyes flickering briefly before a moan escaped his maw.

Luna's tongue then dragged further down, over his crotch, and eventually down to his quivering length. She'd already set off the usual flood; Dusk's twitching rod already soaked down to the sack with a river of pre cum spilling onto the ground. Luna licked her lips hungrily, her eyes locked firmly onto the tip of his shaft and the warm, fertile ichor flowing from the tip.

Her tongue touched the base of his cock, just above his balls, before she slowly dragged it from bottom to top, covering and overflowing her tongue with the thick, creamy liquid. Dusk's hips bucked instinctively, his mind frazzled enough as it was from the sheer excitement of being in this situation with Luna. Months of practising with Cadance and Gleaming, hours a day spent hammering every hole they had whichever way he wanted... and all of that experience left him woefully unprepared for the Dark Mistress before him.

He was a twitching, nervous virgin all over again, unable to even fathom what this beautiful monster was going to do with his small, weak form. It was somewhat refreshing, in a way. A new sexual experience would definitely be more than enough to set this meeting aside from every other pussy he'd ploughed as of late. He looked back down at Luna's midnight blue maw, still lavishing licks and kisses along the length of his cock.

She soon gravitated towards the tip of it, her warm mouth hovering just over his dick, breath after breath teasing and tantalising the gasping stallion's shaft in an almost aching way.

"Tell me you want it," she said in a firm tone. "Beg me."

"P-please... mistress... I want it," Dusk said, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to look as cute as desperate as possible.

It seemed to work wonders, as a horny growl tore from Luna's maw, her animalistic desire winning her over as she conceded, sliding her mouth down around the first nine inches of his ever-flowing cock and having her eyes roll back in pleasure. The reaction was something similar for Dusk, too. Barely able to keep himself contained, his toes curling and eyes screwing shut as a wave of pleasure washed over his entire body.

He shouldn't be feeling this good from simply sticking it in her maw. He'd rammed Cadance's ass to the deepest he could go before and still hadn't felt this good until he came in her. Maybe it was his excitement, maybe it was the situation he was in... or maybe Luna was magic in more ways than just those of the dark abyss.

Her lips tightened suddenly, her head bobbing up and down as she began to blow him proper. Dusk made something akin to a muffled gurgle, caught completely off-guard by the assault of pleasure and unable to respond in a dignified manner. Luna's eyes were a glowing white, bright like the surface of the full moon and just as beautiful. Her plump lips were taught and powerful, a pressure on his shaft like no mouth he'd ever felt before. It felt as good as pussy, definitely as tight as it, as she pumped her mouth up and down the entirety of his length.

Knots formed in his legs, muscles tensing and rippling as he squirmed underneath her affection. Her hands were playing with his belly now, rubbing and prodding the small-yet-toned muscle of the effeminate stallion's middle, whether doing so to pleasure or pin him further down, he couldn't tell. She felt ungodly perfect, a mouth beyond anything he'd felt before, coaxing him closer and closer to a rapturous orgasm that would no doubt bleach his mind of all rational thought for years to come.

She increased the speed of the rise and fall of her head, lips clamped just as hard as ever, as her glowing eyes cast a white light across Dusk's crotch. He was on the very edge of an explosion, he could feel it in his toes, his legs, and his balls. He was about to blow a river into Luna's throat and watch her gulp it down like a professional.

Ears flicked, toes curled, and his tongue hung from his mouth as he felt his very being channel itself into cumming...

Only for Luna's mouth to be suddenly vacant from his shaft and his approaching orgasm being denied before it got in the gate. The lack of her maw was cold, almost painful, and the fact that he was robbed off his blissful explosion shook him to the core.

"So eager," she giggled. "So untrained."

"L-Luna," Dusk stammered, sitting up and staring down at his almost-stinging cock, the deprivation burning a hole in his soul. "Why did you stop?"

"Because you haven't earned it yet," she said, dragging a finger down her dress, from the bottom of her cleavage to the top of her cunt, a white light blazing out from her dress before it vanished into nothingness.

Dusk's jaw went slack as he stared at her; the midnight blue tone of her perfect body robbing him of rationale. Her toned, strong muscle was on full display, an aura of power and control radiating from each of her toned curves as she grinned at Dusk once again. She patted herself on the abdomen, the muscle flexing and showing off each clearly defined strand of expertly-trained fibres beneath her skin.

Dusk crawled over to her, entranced by her staggering beauty as he pressed his face into her belly, tongue slowly dragging over each of her ridges before coming to her breast, licking her nipple only to receive a firm, punishing slap on his callipygian backside. He yelped loudly, eyes bolting up to the dark mistress as she looked down on him and his entire being with a rather disappointed gaze.

She didn't speak, instead raising a finger to the back of his head and with a single, forceful push against the purple ponytail hanging from his head, she brought him down to her cunt.

"Earn it," she growled in a demanding fashion.

Dusk understood perfectly now, nodding slowly as he pressed his mouth against her waiting cunt. The flavour was immediate, assaulting both his tongue and his nose with a fruity aroma, black cherries delicious enough to make his mouth water. He kissed her soaked nethers, smearing his maw with her eagerness as he found himself lost in her taste. His breathing became automatic once again, his hands and knees locked into a strong position, all the while Luna gently and affectionately pet the back of his head.

He lowered his tongue slightly, moving it away from her clit to plunge deep into her tight cove, and received another smarting thwack over the back of his head, stealing another yelp from the svelte femboy as Luna growled angrily. She was displeased as his eagerness to rush things, and she was not a mare that liked to be so.

"Sorry..." Dusk muttered.

"You're not forgiven," she said, going back to a much more affectionate tone after his brief scolding, digging her fingers into his thick mane and really giving him a good scratch. "But you're welcome to try and make up for it."

He grunted, didn't nod or speak. Wasn't in the mood to remove his mouth from her again, hands slowly crawling up her thighs only to feel her fingers tighten at his mane again. He froze in place, hands hovering just over Luna's body as he realised what he'd done. He'd gone to touch her without asking permission first.

"May I?" he questioned, looking up at her with as good a puppy-dog expression as he could.

"I'll allow it," she nodded. "But don't dare forget why you're there."

"Yes, Mistress," Dusk said curtly, his hands finally gripping her thick, trained thighs and squeezing gently.

Luna exhaled slowly, clearly enjoying both the intimate touch of a soft lover and her unending dominion over said lover. Another smile curled at her lips, returning to petting Dusk as a reminder that he was doing well in his duties. He'd soon soaked his muzzle, eagerly devouring Luna's labia as his hands found their way up to her ass. Exercise and perfect genetics had created something beyond comprehension; a backside so large and well-formed that Dusk wouldn't believe it could exist were he not holding it in his own, shaking hands.

He squeezed gently, making sure to do it slow enough to feel the flesh push out between his fingers before they came against the strong, toned glutes of the Mistress of the Night. He dragged his thumbs underneath the overhang where her thighs joined her backside, bouncing and toying with her enormous, overflowing rear as he once again slipped out of reality. His tongue was flat against her clit, rubbing in swift, circular patterns as Dusk eagerly lost his hands inside Luna's bountiful backside, soft and jiggly in ways he never thought possible.

He suddenly felt her thighs tense, ass hardening briefly, and the sudden movement made him expect another smack. Instead, what he got was a tight grip on the back of his mane as Luna came in almost complete silence. Her shoulders raised briefly, stomach tensing and trembling with the sensation of cumming. No sound was made for several long moments other than a brief, quiet exhale signalling that she was finished riding her high.

Her body slouched once again, dropping onto her haunches again and shoving Dusk backwards, knocking him onto his own ass before he even knew what was going on.

"Mhmfff... I waited too long for this," she said, lying flat on her back and holding her arms above her head, angling herself in a teasing fashion for the panting girly-boy before her. "Come to me, young one."

Dusk nodded silently, crawling over to Luna as she beckoned him with a finger, patting her collarbone as a gesture for where he was allowed to place himself.

He stretched himself over her body, the heat and sense of intimacy brought on by laying atop the enormous mare was immediate. He shivered blissfully, resting his weight on Luna's body as he lay his head on her breasts. She cupped his head, looking down at him with warm eyes, scanning his features to see what he was thinking.

"Use my thighs to pleasure yourself," she ordered. "I've grown tired of fellatio."

Dusk's face twitched into a look of distaste, only for the most brief of moments, but it was enough for Luna to catch it. Her eyes narrowed in an annoyed fashion, teleporting out from underneath him and suddenly reappearing behind his exposed backside. She grabbed his tail, hiking him up onto his knees before forcing his chest to the ground. A magic bolt pinned his tail to his back and exposed his nethers to the Dark Ruler's piercing gaze.

He felt a hand at his cock, toying with the tip of his enormous length, a finger rubbing his urethra before the grip tightened enough to become uncomfortable. He whimpered quietly, a bolt of fear running through him as well as one of sick curiosity, wondering what she had planned. Both feelings were satisfied as Dusk was soon gifted with an almighty crack across the ass with the flat of Luna's palm. The impact rocked him forward and forced another loud, pained yelp out of his mouth as the agony splintered through his behind.

He could feel the stick on his cheek, knowing the red hand print would waste no time showing up in less than a few moments. He shivered again, the pain in his rear also joined by a twitch in his cock, something Luna noticed herself. She began to slowly stroke his length, coaxing more pleasure from the previously-denied organ. Dusk relaxed slightly, muscle unclenching and his initial awkwardness of bearing his backside to Luna slowly faded away.

This seemed a mistake as a second, much harder wallop landed right across his other cheek, physically lurching him forward and getting a more genuine bark of pain from him. He screwed his eyes tightly shut, feeling the pain ebb and pulse through both of his now-tanned cheeks... but also groaning slightly as Luna continued to rub his cock. He still refused to look back at her, making sure to keep good and quiet as to not gain another four lashes as a reward for it.

He felt her hand against his ass once again, tensing up and ready for the impact, only for it to never come. Instead, he felt Luna's hand pry one of his cheeks apart, almost able to feel the heat of her eyes on his back entrance before she made her decision. The next thing he felt against it was her mouth, wet and eager, as she planted a large kiss against his sensitive ring.

He moaned loudly, his hidden weakness on full display as Luna's wet lips graced his asshole with their presence. Her hand made no help to keep him composed either, Luna's steady wanking getting the river of pre flowing out of his tip and soaking the furs they lay on. She rolled her tongue out from her mouth, dragging it across his back entrance before applying enough pressure to push inside.

Dusk's eyes nearly rolled out the back of his skull, breath catching in his throat as he struggled to not blow his load immediately. Luna's tongue explored his cavern, each stroke of her long, wet muscle tickling and teasing the nerves of his insides in magical ways. Her hand picked up the pace, focusing more on the top quarter of his cock, roughly jerking in an attempt to get him to cum.

It was an attempt that worked wonders. The mix of her strong, talented hands, and her stronger, more talented tongue were enough to make Dusk pop in spectacular fashion. His load came hard and fast, Luna milking the torrent out of his slicked, purple shaft and ignoring it all as she continued to pleasure Dusk. He locked his jaw down hard, instinctively humping against Luna's milking hand as he continued to pour more and more of his alabaster ichor down onto the makeshift bed.

He was panting heavily by the time he'd finished, his breeding burst having come to a close and leaving him rather exhausted. Luna removed herself from his back end, slapping him on the ass once more in an effort to turn him over. The drained stallion dropped into the pool of cum beneath him, audibly splashing in the boiling hot river as Luna looked down on him.

"The perfect stallion..." she commented, her finger tracing circles on Dusk's small chest as she smiled. "Soft, hung, and obedient... why did it take me so many years to find you?"

She slid forwards slightly, her hands closing around Dusk's throat and tightening ever so slightly, allowing him to breathe, but not without some modicum of difficulty. He looked up at her with a confused gaze, knowing full well he'd made no unwanted expressions this time around but he was still receiving punishment.

"Breed me, Dusk Shine," she commanded, sliding her cunt against his rapidly-hardening cock as she looked down at him with a pouting expression. "Fuck a dynasty into me that will stay unending. Seed the throne that shall rule until the end of time, my dear, sweet, Dusk."

She used her magic with trained skill, aiming his cock upwards as she raised herself. She bit her lip eagerly, staring down at the throbbing purple obelisk at the mouth of her cunt before sighing. She rolled her shoulders, readying herself for exertion, before slamming herself down onto his dick without anything close to hesitation.

The two of them howled in pleasure instantly. Heads thrown back, eyes screwed shut, and ravenous desire for one another surging through their now-linked forms. Luna was the one to put in the work, those powerful thighs and that trained abdomen giving it all they had to ride his dick. Her eyes lit up once again, fangs bared in a vicious grin that aroused Dusk as much as it terrified him.

His hands found his way to her wide, birthing hips, fingers digging into the sides of them as he tried to buck with her rhythm. He hit past her cervix over and over again, slamming his cock into her womb as hard and as fast as it would go. Rutting was all he could keep on his mind, nothing more and nothing less. Luna, his mistress had made an order of him, and as her worldly possession, he made no effort to ignore her commands.

He felt her grip around his throat tighten more, really beginning to make inhaling something of a challenge... but it didn't concern him in the slightest. He felt his blood boiling with white hot desire, eyes focused on her glowing orbs, staring deep into his soul. He cared not if he died here before the day was done, wasn't concerned with the bruising or aching that may come by the time the two of them were finished.

All he cared about was breeding his mistress, doing everything he needed to to please her, give her what she wanted. If she wanted him to impregnate her and then rule alongside her in their dark, wondrous castle with an unending number of children on their lap, then that's what he was going to do. If she was here to simply wring his cock dry and break his neck afterwards, he'd be happy to have served such a perfect being.

His muscles ached and his throat hurt, scratchy, painful breaths being dragged down it as the pace really picked up. Luna was big and heavy, her weight almost crushing his tiny, flimsy body as she continued to pound herself up and down his shaft. Shivers wracked through Dusk's body, drool running down the side of his mouth as he continued to hammer her cunt. The pleasure was almost too much for him at this point, not cumming being almost as hard as breathing.

He wanted to make this last, wanted to savour her body, but at the same time knew he had a job to do. This wasn't for his benefit, it was for hers. She was the only thing that mattered, naught else. He'd keep still and keep quiet until she said otherwise. Her instructions were law in their embrace, and she'd instructed him to get her pregnant.

And that was exactly what he was going to do.

With a mighty roar and an explosion of magic from his horn, Dusk locked Luna's hips into place as he blew his load inside her. His cum hit her womb like a punch, bulging her stomach out instantly as it filled her to the brim in a matter of spurts. her ovaries were soon drowning in cum with more than she could ever wish still pouring out. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, the force of the flow and the heavenly feeling of being stretched out by the lavender twink's torrential load being enough to make her cum harder than ever before.

Her pussy locked around him, her fingers clutched his throat, and his fingernails dug into her hips hard enough to draw blood. That was how they came and that was how they stayed until Luna's ballooning belly looked as if she'd swallowed a baby dragon. She tore herself off his cock, cum jetting out of her well-fucked hole with an audible blast, soaking Dusk's legs and causing more and more cum to soak into the fur around them.

She remained completely still, eyes twitching and teeth clenched until she drained back down to normal size; flat, ripped abdomen returning to a strong, heaving shape. Her fingers relaxed from his neck, eyes dying down from their fiery glow, and a softer, much more caring look appeared on her face.

She was coated in sweat, panting with exhaustion, and worried about her behaviour.

"I wasn't too rough with you, was I?" she asked in a tone as soft as warm butter, eyes darting to all of the places she'd hit him. "Please tell me you were okay with it?"

"I was a little surprised, I won't lie-" he began, only to stop when he noticed Luna's guilt-ridden expression.

"I... I'm so sorry," she said, squirming backwards slightly.

"No, no, hey, don't worry," he said, cuddling against her and making sure she didn't bolt off. "I liked it. It was definitely something I've never done before and... and definitely something I'm gonna feel in the morning... but it felt good."

"You... I... I thought you were gonna resist a bit more when I got to your ass," she said, warming up again slightly. "So many stallions break out of character when that happens... oh, but I didn't say anything about being in a character. We should've come up with a safe word... I should have been better about all this."

"Don't worry about it... it didn't make me feel anything but great. I... I really..." Dusk trailed off, eyes darting sideways in a nervous expression before sighing heavily. "I'm not super comfortable with bringing it up just yet... and I never usually ask for it from anyone, but... I, uh..."

"You like it up the ass?" Luna asked in a voice that was way too innocent for the current subject.

The heavy blush and the curt nod from the mortified little girly-boy was more than enough to signify a confirmation.

"That's pretty hot," she giggled. "I like stallions that are willing to bottom. You... you wanna fool around a bit more with it some other time?"

"I... I'll think about it," Dusk said curtly, shivering quietly as he had a bit of a minor anxiety spike.

"Hey, hey, shush, don't worry. I'm not gonna pressure you into anything you don't wanna do," she said, kissing him on the cheek and snuggling against his body once more. "Only what you're comfortable with, my dear."

"Can... can the safe word be antelope from now on?" he asked. "Just in case I ever... lose my nerve?"

"Whatever you want, baby," Luna nodded, kissing him once more. "Now... let me get you something for those bruises before they really start to ache."