Luna grimaced, as she looked over at her clock. Soft, afternoon light crept through her heavy curtains, further cementing the fact that it was, indeed, time to get up. Throwing off her blankets, and swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stretched. Her bosoms jostled slightly, in the warm air of her room. Standing, she wearily plodded off to her bathroom for a shower. As her bare feet slapped against the polished marble floor, the Princess scratched her tush, and stifled a yawn.
Turning the faucet, and allowing the water to warm, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror above her sink. Her midnight blue, astral mane wafted inexplicably, as always, in some non-existent breeze. While there were potions and spells which allowed normal ponies to gain such an effect, only her sister and herself were the only two ponies in Equestria which normally possessed the peculiar ability; as such, it was an asset she was profoundly proud of. Wiping the crust from her eyes, she took a moment to appreciate her features. Her bust, a paltry D cup, wasn’t nearly as prodigious as Celestia’s, but her rump was another matter entirely. Although she was shorter than her sibling, her derriere rivaled the larger alicorn’s own. The catch, which she greatly played to her advantage, was that, given their difference in height, her ass looked substantially larger.
Noticing steam wafting through the room, Luna turned her attention to the task at hand. One benefit of sleeping in the buff was the ability to bathe without the need of undressing. Stepping into the tub, the warm water began to cascade over her body, leaving her to sigh contentedly. Even though she had a full night ahead, she always enjoyed the small ritual of waking up to a hot shower. In short order, she’d scoured herself with a lufa and her favorite lavender scented body wash.
After rinsing off, and halting the flow of water, Luna stepped out of the basin, to dry herself. It didn’t take her long, and she soon sauntered back into her room to get dressed. Selecting a simple, open backed t-shirt, to allow her wings some freedom, sports bra, a neon purple thong, and shorts, the alicorn readied herself for the night ahead. Dressing casual was one benefit of being a nocturnal Princess. While Celestia was constrained to formal gowns and regalia, she was able to wear far more comfortable attire; when she wasn’t attending a public event, of course.
Trotting off to the dining hall, Luna passed a number of the royal guard stallions and mares. Each of them saluted her, although they all looked weary from their twelve hour shift. Things had been less than ideal, over the last week. A cascade of compromising videos involving her sister, and the reformed villain Queen Chrysalis, had surfaced on the internet. Needless to say, the entire ordeal had caused quite a ruckus among the public. Not only had Celestia denied any knowledge of the recordings, but the ex-monarch of the Changelings had apparently not been involved. The most recent fiasco had involved Chrysalis passionately, and rather lewdly, apologizing to Princess Cadence and her husband. As such, with multiple parties playing the victim, a massive manhunt was underway to find the perpetrator. Fortunately for Luna, she hadn’t been involved, so she was left to watch the events unfold.
Although she did feel bad for her sister, Luna took endless amusement from the faux pas. A part of her relished watching how flustered her sibling was, although she was sure it would all blow over, in time. Hell, the denizens of Equestria had coped with the changelings reforming, the steady influx and integration of various species into their kingdom, and yearly calamities that threatened their very lives and well-being; a harmless, albeit scandalous, moment in history would hardly matter, in the greater scheme of things. Seeing as how Celestia and herself were effectively nigh immortal demigods, they’d long outlive any memory of the incident. Couple that with the fact that certain amounts of history could, with enough effort and perseverance, be purged from the public’s memory, and Luna was certain that they’d be laughing about the whole thing, in a few hundred years.
Pushing the door of the banquet hall open, Luna found her sibling. There, at the far end of the table, sat Celestia, with a bucket of ice cream before her. “Hey, Sis. Bad day?” she asked, stopping at a refreshment table for a cup of coffee and fresh bagel. Considering her sister had helped herself to, what looked like, nearly half a gallon of the creamy treat didn’t bode well. The elder alicorn only resorted to such a comforting tactic in the most dire of times.
“Yes,” Celestia replied, shoveling another spoonful of chocolate chip cookie dough dessert into her gob.
“Still haven’t found out who’d been playing you like a fiddle, huh?” Luna pressed, walking closer and taking a bite of her breakfast.
“No Luna, we haven’t. I’ve told the guards and electronic warfare staff to keep you posted, should they make any discoveries,” Celestia sighed, shamelessly digging her spoon back into the tub. “But enough about that, do you have any plans for the night?” she inquired, forlornly looking up to her young sister.
Luna shrugged, washing down her bagel with a sip of piping hot java. “Oh, the usual. Tending to thousands of ponies dreams, ensuring the safety of an ever growing empire from any number of lurking menaces, and trying to maintain my sanity while on my lonesome vigil. You know, just like every night,” she grumbled, leering down at her sibling. Though she hadn’t lied, she actually did relish the personal time that night shifts afforded.
“Luna, you know I appreciate how hard you work for the kingdom, I really do. Once this affair has been sorted out, and those responsible are banished to Tartarus, or executed,” Celestia added, under her breath, “I’ll bring us on a nice, relaxing airship cruise. I’m sure Twilight and Starlight wouldn’t mind covering for us for a week.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that, Sis,” Luna chuckled, patting Celestia’s shoulder. “But you should get some rest, staying up and wolfing down several pounds of dairy isn’t going to do your figure any help,” she continued, bending over and prodding the slightest bit of pudge on her sister’s belly. While alicorns did have an exceptional metabolism, they weren’t completely immune to the effects of overeating.
Celestia scrunched her nose, at the teasing. Luna wasn’t wrong, and she had put on a few pounds, over the past decade or two, but the comment still stung a bit. “You’re right,” she relented, flipping her utensil into the bucket of ice cream, “I’m going to head off to bed. You have a good night, Luna, and do try not to stress yourself too much.” With that, she pushed herself away from the table and stood. Yawning, and giving her sister a wave, she departed.
Waving her goodbye, Luna proceeded through the room and towards the balcony. One thing she loved about the dining hall, was that it was located on an upper story of their castle. Peering out over Canterlot, she enjoyed her cup of joe. Focussing her magic, she raised the moon, watching as it rose over the horizon, as the sun dipped from out of sight. Smiling warmly up at the perfect sphere of white, she basked in its light. It was a full moon, something which didn’t come around nearly as often as it should. Turning, the Princess retreated back inside, leaving the cool wind to rustle her hair.
Meandering through the castle, Luna wound her way to her study. Unlike her sister’s office, hers was festooned with various gaming and “nerd culture” paraphernalia. Upon release from her lunar imprisonment, the midnight Princess had immersed herself in the modern culture and technological advances she’d missed. In essence, she’d developed a reputation for herself as the “geek Princess”, an endearing moniker which she wore proudly. Stepping into the confines of her private work space, she hung a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door, before swinging it closed behind herself. Minding the dreams of ponies was a daunting task, so she preferred seclusion for the job. That being said, there were other benefits of having alone time.
Walking around her desk, the deep blue mare casually swung a painting aside, and deftly flipped a switch behind it. A portion of the wall shifted, revealing a pair of intricately disguised hinges set in the corner. While she wasn’t one to shirk her duties, she, like anybody else, required a break from work, every so often. What with it being a full moon, and in light of the recent scandals, Luna was feeling a bit naughty.
The Princess smirked, as she sauntered into the cozy room. Various posters adorned the walls, all displaying various video game related artwork, and a single PC sat at a desk. Luna had made sure it was top of the line, going so far as to have it custom built by the castle’s I.T. staff. Apart from the desktop, along with its triple monitor display, a comfortable roller chair was located just before her rig. Worming out of her clothing, except for her thong, she donned a simple button up shirt and short, dark plaid skirt. Satisfied with the change, she tossed her discarded garments under her desk. Plopping down, Luna activated the hardware, listening to the soft sound of exhaust fans whirring to life. Beyond the sparse furniture, and her gaming machine, three tactically placed cameras occupied the room; one below the desk, a second in the wall to the left of her chair, and a third angled downward above and behind her monitors.
In her scouring of the internet, Luna had discovered something rather interesting. There was a popular site, called Spasm which allowed people to stream themselves playing games. Finding the concept intriguing, yet fully cognizant that one of the diarchs of Equestria engrossing themselves with something so childish wouldn’t go over well, she devised a plan. You see, the vast majority of ponies had trouble discerning one from another, especially if their cutie marks were obscured, so all Luna had needed to do was craft an alter ego. Her first attempt, while half hearted, claiming her horn was fake. She’d also sloppily smeared body paint over her cutie marks, just to be sure. The final touch was a cloth dust mask, fitted over her snout, with an adorable cat-like smile. With her painfully simplistic camouflage, she’d logged on and started playing an older 32bit game, and the viewers loved it. Thus, Crescent Cat 6969, the renown Spasm Slut, was born.
Once or twice a week, Luna would take to streaming various “retro” games, while chatting with her audience. What had started as a simple pastime, quickly evolved to a routine occurrence. Not only did she entertain by playing the games, she also put on a bit of a show. About a month after starting her newfound hobby, she’d accidentally exposed her cleavage, while bending over to retrieve her controller; the audience went nuts, donating almost a hundred bits to her account and urging her to continue. Caught in the moment, reading the assorted lustful comments, Luna’s heart had thundered in her chest. It was thrilling, that something as trivial as showing a bit of skin could provoke such a response. Reluctantly, she’d obliged, teasing her viewers with tantalizing glimpses of underboob and her behind. After that first incident, she decided to regularly include salacious displays, if the donations were high enough, of course.
Placing her headset on, and remembering to slip the mask over her face, Luna logged on. While she didn’t announce streams, her subscriber count was in the thousands, and word typically spread quickly. Clearing her throat, and preparing her sexy voice, she peered into the front facing camera. “Hey there, all you sexy stallions and marvelous mares, who’s ready to see what this kitty can get into tonight?” she asked, scrollings through her library of games. Settling upon Duration, a popular third person battle royale style shooter, the incognito Princess joined the lobby. Almost instantly, she was besieged by comments and questions, with people asking if she was the Crescent Cat 6969. “Oh yeah, it’s me sweethearts! Any of you scrubs want to help me get first place this match?” she inquired, to which she was greeted by an outpouring of support.
Luna found it funny just how quickly she’d taken to being an online celebrity. Between donations and third party sponsors, she made several thousand bits a month, just to play games and act flirty on screen. In a shrewd move, she’d decided to make a charity bar for every stream. Five hundred bits earned the viewers tits, fifteen hundred and she’d finger herself, and at a lofty three thousand bits she’d ride a dildo live on stream. The dong, a massive equine model, sat on the corner of her desk, a persistent reminder of what her followers could see her using. Luna even referred to it as Bruiser, often goading her subscribers with how good it would feel. Of course, she’d used it on herself before, and absolutely loved it, but never on camera.
While Luna played, fragging one player after another, her donations grew. She didn’t even realize it had passed the five hundred mark, until the chat started going wild. “Oh man, I’m not even an hour in! You naughty colts and fillies must be extra thirsty tonight,” she cooed. “Someone cover me,” she added, setting her controller on the desk. Wheeling herself away from the table, she began unbuttoning her shirt. While simply popping a tit out would be easier, and far faster, she took a certain joy from teasing her audience. Tantalizingly tugging at each button, she slowly undid the fasteners. With all the haste of molasses in the dead of winter, she pulled the cloth open, revealing her dark coat under the white fabric. Pressing her arms together, she pressed her bosoms against each other. “So, who wants to give ‘em a squeeze?” she taunted, licking her lips, while swaying them back and forth. Her mic was powerful enough to pack up her words, and her viewers responded, dumping additional funds into her account. Leaving her shirt open, and allowing glimpses of her dark nipples and cleavage, she returned to her game.
Kill after kill, Luna ground through the competition. Even without the aid of her zealous followers, she’d likely have been fine. Her skill and reaction time were exemplary, allowing her to make short work of her rivals. Interestingly enough, she’d taken to gaming like a fish to water, upon discovering the mesmerizing electronic entertainment. Glancing over, she noticed her donation gauge was already toeing the twelve hundred mark. “Oooooooh! Come on, guys and gals! Let me finish before you make me dig my fingers into my tight, hot, sopping wet snatch,” she passionately moaned into her headset. On cue, the numbers spiked, causing her to smirk. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d broken the fifteen hundred bit mark, so a part of her was ecstatic for the chance to show off her gloriously shaven and taught marehood.
A five hundred bit contribution pushed the bar over the line, signalling Luna that it was time for another show. “Well, I guess you guys have earned it,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “Hey, if I don’t get fragged, I’ll give my team a little something extra after the match,” she affectionately groaned, kicking her chair back from her station. Standing slightly, she hitched her thumbs over the lip of her skirt, allowing her to sinfully draw them down her thighs.
“Mmmmmmm,” Luna hummed, flinging the skirt over her shoulder. Resting one foot on the edge of her desk, and the other on the floor, she spread her legs. “Is this what you’re all so eager to see,” she sighed, massaging the plump camel toe at her groin. She wasn’t sure if her audience could make it out, but she was already wet. Thrusting one hand into her shirt, to clutch at her right teat, her left hand lovingly caressed and kneaded her mound. With her arousal mounting, she pulled the fabric aside, revealing her taught and moistened entrance. She kept it impeccably well shaven, just for these type of instances. While she was aware that she’d become a bit of an exhibitionist, she didn’t care. After all, a thousand years of solitude could do that to a mare.
One slender digit of the Princess’ hand glided between her lower lips, followed by a second, as she began the show. Spreading her fingers, she displayed the succulent and pink interior of her gash to the crowd, but only for a moment. Sliding forward, and angling her crotch towards the camera, Luna toyed with her entrance. “Is this what you want? To see me play with myself until I squirt all over my chair?” she huffed, slowly inserting her middle and ring fingers. Of course, the response was immediate, as several hundred bits flooded into her digital coffers. With a devilish grin, she pulled her shirt back up, exposing her rack to the virtual onlookers, while she played with herself.
The act of putting on shows had become a theatrical art, for Luna. Anyone could get themselves off, on camera, but it took a certain grace to do so properly. Writhing in her chair, a stifled cry escaped her, as the tip of one digit caressed her G-Spot. Of course, it felt amazing, but her whorish noises were, for the most part, all part of the act. Her head resting to the side, she snuck glances at her monitors, ensuring that her player wasn’t killed and, more importantly, keeping a tally of the donations. It wasn’t like she actually needed the money, but it was concrete proof her of followers’ devotion and omnipresent urge to gaze upon her with lust filled eyes. Simply being watched, knowing that people were getting off to her debased display, was maddeningly provocative. Like an ouroboros of depravity, her viewers degeneracy fueled her own, pouring fuel on the fires of her passionate self indulgence.
A frenzy of chimes and notifications caused the mare’s movements to slow. Looking up, Luna’s eyes went wide. Someone, some crazy bastard or bitch, had just unloaded fifteen hundred bits into her online wallet. She could hardly believe it, in the mere span of thirty minutes, she’d amassed almost four thousand bucks, all for playing a silly game and masturbating. “H…holy shit,” Luna stammered in disbelief. Her shock quickly turned to desire, as her gaze drifted to the titanic dildo. Halting in her actions, and dragging her slick fingers from her marehood, she leaned forward. As worked up as she was, she’d be more than happy to stuff that beast in her eager cunt. “So,” she breathed, walking her fingers up its sculpted length, “you guys think I can hilt it?” Of course, they did; hell, even if they hadn’t, they’d have loved to see the attempt. Honestly, Luna wasn’t sure how well she’d manage. The damn dildo was nearly as big as her arm, almost thicker than her wrist, and she’d only ever gotten about two thirds of it in herself. It was more of a novelty piece, or conversation starter, but there were intrepid ponies out there who pleasured themselves with such toys.
As the Princess stood, she pushed her chair off to the corner of the room. With a silent reverence, she hefted the silicone construction, licking it from base to tip. Her pulse quickened, as her tongue drag over the astoundingly realistic veins. She wanted it inside of her but, more importantly, she wanted them to see her doing it. Turning away from the array of cameras, she bent over, placing the wide based dong on the floor, while simultaneously giving her viewers a perfect view of her ass. Pleased with the dildo’s position, she took a step forward, positioning herself directly above it. Spreading her legs, Luna began to squat, descending lower and lower, until the toy’s tip kissed her entrance. She shivered, feeling the cool material bump against her sopping wet nethers.
Sinking to her knees, and leaving the head of the dildo against her gash, Luna leaned forward. Slowly, she began bearing down on the thing, leaving her to bite her lip in anticipation. The mare kept applying pressure until, quite suddenly, it penetrated her. With a gasp, the toy ground into her canal, but she wasn’t done yet. Like a juggernaut, her ass continued on its downward path, plunging inch after inch of girthy toy into her eager snatch. Luna only stopped when the medial ring bumped against her entrance, causing her to shudder. Taking a moment to breath, and allow her body to adjust to the intrusion, she peered over her shoulder. “I hope everyone is enjoying themselves. Just be sure you keep some tissues handy, you’re gonna need ‘em,” she announced, smiling wickedly to her audience.
No sooner had Luna’s little announcement left her lips, then she started to move. Rocking her hips forward, she allowed several inches of the silicone cock to escape her, only to push herself back upon its length. Sluggishly, almost like some ancient machine roused from its slumber, she steadily fucked herself. Lubrication was no issue, seeing as how a trail of her juices had already trickled down the monstrous dildo to moisten the carpet. In the squatted position, everyone on her stream could watch her marehood clinging to the toy, dragging along its length, before it was stuffed back inside of her. Luna’s bosoms swayed within her shirt, leaving the fabric to brush across her sensitive nipples. It wasn’t enough, though; she wanted more.
Hands upon the carpet, steadying and bracing herself, Luna bounced upon the silicone cock. The cameras, in their glorious 4k resolution, captured every minute detail of the scene; the way her tush jiggled, the beads of sweat on her coat, and her moist confines firmly holding the slick shaft of the dong, while it steadily sank in and out of her marehood. Thankfully, the weighted base of the dildo kept it from moving around all that much, and allowed the girl to ride it like a seasoned cowgirl. Even if she wouldn’t have had the audience bearing witness to the carnal act, she would have indulged herself in the same raunchy manner. As her pace quickened, and desire grew, her motions transitioned into something altogether more primal.
With a furious plunge, the alicorn bore down with nearly her entire weight, allowing the expansive medial ring to pummel its way inside of her gash. Luna cried out, feeling herself stretch around the extraordinarily large dildo. Through sheer force of will, she didn’t stop, until her clit rested upon the balls of the toy. As she went to move, the dong shifted on the carpet. Unfortunately, since she hadn’t considered using the thing in her gaming room, she was a bit unprepared. Reaching down, and holding it to herself, Luna turned around. Now facing her computer, and the trio of cameras, she carefully rolled to her back. With one hand clutching the molded testes of the dong, she started fucking herself in earnest.
“Oh my god,” the Princess cried, feeling the medial ring scrape against her g-spot. Angrily, her free hand pulled up her shirt, exposing her rack to the crowd. Luna wasn’t even thinking about them anymore, well, not in a contemporary way. Her audience, all those young stallions and mares getting off to her shameless display, were all part of the degenerate pleasure. Knowing they had their eyes on her, and hands on their junk, only sent her sinful bliss to greater heights. Grabbing one tit, she fiercely pulled and twisted her nipple, almost masochistically. Throwing her legs wide, she bucked her hips upward; the modified position caused the head of the dildo to impact against her womb. The combination of pleasure with traces of pain was astonishing.
As Luna lied there, wantonly fucking herself with the massive toy, her world began to shrink in upon itself. She closed her eyes, imagining throngs of various creatures, all standing around her. They were watching her, filling her ears with all manner of debased promises and pleasuring themselves to her show. Humping at nothing, while jackhammering the dong into her cunt, the girl’s thighs began to quiver. Her breath grew labored, and her pitiable whimpers climbed a few octaves, as she rocketed towards climax.
With every passing moment, with each breath she drew, Luna’s actions grew more frenzied. Rhythmically slamming the toy into herself, with increasing speed and force, she violently pulled at her teat, savoring the warring sensations of torment and bliss. She was so close, so very close to the brink. Finally, upon hilting herself and incidentally grazing her clit, the mare’s eyes flew open, and her heart skipped a beat.
With all the force of a tectonic shift, Luna came. She squalled, braying like a whore, as she was overcome with ecstasy. Her marehood, packed to the brim and stretched around the very base of the toy, lewdly squirted her nectar. Like a geyser, the orgasmic fluid erupted from her abused entrance, spraying the desk and its contents with shimmering drops of her juices. Tears of bliss rolled down the girl’s face, matting her fur, while she helplessly writhed in like some deranged, carnal beast. It was her most powerful climax in well over a decade, easily since she’d found that one moon rock which was inexplicably shaped like a petrified stallionhood.
As her legs gave out, Luna crashed to the floor, leaving the length of silicone entombed within her snatch. All she could do was gasp, panting like an animal, in her euphoric stupor. Her vision, blurry and unfocused, wandered to her monitors, each spackled with errant drops of ejaculate. The Princess grunted, pushing herself up to a seated position with one arm, while hauling the fuck toy out of herself with the other. She knew she’d have to ferret in a carpet cleaner, after the mess she’d made, but it shouldn’t be too much of a hassle.
Shakily, the alicorn righted herself, before shambling towards her chair. Luna flopped into the wheeled seat, with a dull thud. Amazingly, her bluetooth headset had remained in place, only having been shifted about slightly throughout her sinful affair. “Alright guys, I’m gonna call it,” she wheezed, lazily rolling back to her station. All of the remaining players in the game had committed suicide, like a sacrificial cult to her depravity. Closing the game, Luna moved the mouse to exit her stream session, but she paused. There, among the litany of messages, was a series of direct communications from the extremely generous benefactor; the high roller who’d donated the three thousand bits. She would be remiss for not thanking him, if nothing else.
The first ten messages were still shots from her stream, zoomed in to note various details of Luna’s room or coat. More alarmingly, whoever had sent them, had posted accompanying photos from her public events, pointing out minutiae regarding her bone structure, color patterns, and eyes. In short, they’d discovered her secret. Her eyes narrowed, as she typed out a reply. “What do you want?” A minute passed, as the anonymous person was hammering out a response, until finally, a single line appeared on her screen.
“1222 Apple Crisp Lane, 12:00am. Be there, or the world learns your secret in seven hours.”
Luna grit her teeth, before slamming her fist into the table. She’d been had, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. The deadline was only three hours away, so she didn’t have enough time to enact any sort of serious countermeasure. Even if she’d went to the IT staff, it would mean compromising herself for who she was, and what she did, on her streams. It couldn’t be a coincidence that she was being blackmailed like this, not after what had happened with her sister. Basically, she was fucked; so, she’d have to go to the address, as asked.
Shoving away from the computer, and kicking over her chair, Luna stormed off towards her bedroom, making sure to seal her secretive study closed behind her. Whoever, or whatever, was behind this, would soon be face to face with a royally pissed off alicorn Princess…
