And Reluctantly Randy Royalty
“Must we, Sister?” Luna apathetically asked.
“Luna, I assure you, you’ll love it,” Celestia tutted. Retrieving a shoulder bag from their motel dresser, she began shoveling bits into it.
“But why must we, as you put it, indulge ourselves with these...What did you call them again?” Luna pressed.
“The Clydesdales,” the elder alicorn idly responded, hefting the now loaded satchel around her neck. “And, dearest sister, it’s because neither of us have been to one of their shows before,” she continued.
“But what’s so special about these stallions? I mean, for goodness sake, we have plenty of male guards at the castle,” the younger Princess groaned.
“Luna, these are far from regular stallions. Besides, you got to pick our last destination, remember…” Celestia huffed.
“The cheese factory was magical and you know it!” Luna shot back, recounting the mysterious process of how Swiss cheese gained its porous appearance.
“Regardless, it’s now my turn to pick our activity and I do believe this show will be quite entertaining. Now come on, I want to make sure we get the good seats,” the alabaster alicorn excitedly announced, trotting towards the door.
Luna wordlessly rolled her eyes, as she followed behind her sibling. Truthfully, she knew next to nothing about these Clydesdales, beyond the fact that Celestia had been animatedly yammering on about them since they had gotten to Manehattan. While she had been able to determine that they were a group of stallions, supposedly entertainers of some sort, she hadn’t figured out exactly what sort of show they specialized in.
Her sister was painfully keen on seeing them, although their tastes seldom ran parallel, so she had no idea if she’d actually enjoy the experience. Nevertheless, it was Celestia’s choice, so she’d oblige. Walking behind her fellow Princess, and hearing the bits jingling in her bag, she raised an eyebrow.
“Sister, please don’t tell me you purloined from the royal coffers…” she sighed.
“Well, considering this is a vacation, I saw no reason why we couldn’t help ourselves to a paltry sum,” Celestia murmured, avoiding eye contact with the smaller mare.
“Yes, but do we really need that many bits for some mere spectacle?”
Celestia stopped in her tracks and turned to face her sister. “For this particular show, yes. Trust me, you’ll want to keep some tip money on hoof,” she clucked, obstinately flapping her wings.
“Fine, but let us hope it’s a worthy endeavor,” Luna muttered, relenting. In response, Celestia simply smiled and proceeded towards their destination.
She’d seen her sister like this before, and she knew that there was no stopping her. Bearing that in mind, she bit her tongue and quietly followed behind. If nothing else, she’d just have to suffer through this evening; then, in the morning, they’d be able to make their way to watch the nearby shipyard in action!
Strolling down the street, the two soon found themselves before The Barn Bender, a popular establishment in town. A long queue of ponies stood on the sidewalk, wrapped around the corner of the block, as they awaited entry. As Luna stepped to the back of the line, Celestia briskly trotted past the neatly filed would-be patrons.
Nopony said anything, of course, even though it was a flagrant abuse of power. While it was true that Princesses were privy to certain privileges, it often left a sour taste in Luna’s mouth. She doubted her sister meant anything by it, given how giddy she was, but the malfeasance was palpable. Trailing in Celestia’s wake, the smaller alicorn moved towards the entrance.
A pair of bouncers at the door immediately stepped aside, despite the hesitant and shocked looks on their faces, as the sisters approached. Unlike Celestia, who was moving like a mare on a mission, Luna took a moment to thank them for allowing them entry. Smiling sheepishly, as she passed the pair of muscle bound stallions, she stepped into the club; what she saw made her stop in her tracks.
The cabaret was quite spacious, with a number of tables littered throughout the interior. A bar sat to one side, manned by two ponies serving drinks, and there was a stairwell leading to a second floor on the opposite wall. There had to be at least fifty ponies inside, many of which were seated and talking, although the majority were gathered around a large, empty stage. None of this was out of the ordinary, save for one small detail; the wait staff appeared to be exclusively comprised of stallions.
Pegasi, unicorns, earth ponies, and even a zebra male or two sauntered about, serving drinks and congenially chatting with the clientele. Curiously enough, each of them appeared to be in exquisite shaped, with well toned muscles and finely styled manes. Luna hadn’t paid particularly close attention to the line outside, but virtually all of the patrons were mares. As she took in the sight, her sibling snatched up her hoof and dragged her deeper into the club.
Weaving through the establishment, the snow white alicorn found them a table right beside the vacant stage. Plopping herself down, Celestia spiritedly looked around, while her sister seated herself adjacent. “Well?” she inquired, waving at a stallion carrying a serving tray of champagne flutes.
“Well what?” Luna countered.
“The stallions!” Celestia conspiratorially exclaimed, leaning over the table.
“They’re...fine?” the midnight Princess questioningly answered, unsure of how to respond.
The stallions were stallions, as far as she was concerned; well built and, by many standards, attractive, yes, yet she didn’t find anything particularly fascinating about them. Many of the royal guards had similar physiques, although they were often clad in their armor, so she wasn’t sure why her sister was so bewitched by the business’ staff.
“Fine indeed!” Celestia tittered, smiling up at an approaching waiter.
“Princesses? My my, how may I serve you?” the pegasus bronco asked, giving a slight bow.
“Two shots of Don Percheron, if you please. Oh, and bring the bottle as well!” Celestia ordered. With a nod, the waiter turned to leave, but she wasn’t finished. Brazenly reaching out, she slapped his flank.
“Celestia!” Luna barked, askance that her sister would do something so audacious. “I’m terribly sorry, I…” she trailed off, looking up to the pegasus’ face. Without a trace of anger, he grinned cheekily at the snow white mare. It wasn’t until that moment, seeing the stallion’s reaction, that all the pieces fell into place.
The Barn Bender, it appeared, was a club which catered to mares. The patrons, the staff, they were all pieces of a puzzle. Add to that the fact that Celestia had, in her youth, been quite enamored with chiseled stallions, having gone so far as to hide issues of Play Mare under her bed, and it all made perfect sense. Slowly, she looked over at her sister, who sat smirking over at her.
“I really shouldn’t be surprised by any of this,” she uttered.
“I know, isn’t it great!” Celestia loudly rebutted, her smile broadening.
“If you say so…” Luna grumbled.
Thankfully, their server quickly returned, balancing a tray on his wing. On its surface sat a bottle of clear liquid, along with two tiny glasses. Dealing with an exuberant sibling was bad enough, but now she’d soon be dealing with a sauced one. Sure enough, a golden aura surrounded the proffered tequila and shot glasses, before they were levitated over to the table.
“Thank you, stud,” Celestia giggled, tossing a few bits onto his serving tray.
Luna simply nodded, trying her best to ignore her sister’s flirtatious tone. Even though they’d just arrived, she knew it was going to be a long, long night. Absently, she peered around the room, looking for anything to distract herself; she didn’t get long, as fate would have it, as the lights began to dim. Glancing about, attempting to figure out what was happening, a spotlight above the stage started to glow.
“It’s about to start!!!” Celestia practically yelled, slamming her hooves on the table and nearly upending their drinks.
“What’s about to…” Luna was cut off, as booming voice filled the room. Glancing about, she noticed that all the clubgoers were now eyeing the central platform, intent to view whatever was about to happen.
“I hope all you lovely mares are ready for tonight’s event!” somepony announced through a loudspeaker, causing the onlookers to eagerly clap and shout. “Well, I’m glad to hear it! We’ll be opening with our newest member of the troup, so don’t be too hard on him. Please give a warm welcome to Zephyr Breeze!!!”
‘Sweet stars above, no, anypony but him!’ the sapphire alicorn internally lamented, hearing the stallion’s name.
As if summoned by her thoughts, a single, aquamarine wing emerged from behind the curtain at the back of the stage. A second feathered appendage followed, then a foreleg, before the stallion himself came strutting forth. Tall, slender, and sleekly built, he swaggered onto the platform proper. His mane and tail, both a flowing gold, swayed slightly as he moved forward. Dressed in nought but a brilliant silver banana hammock, the addition of the virtually nonexistent garment somehow made the situation even more salacious than if he’d been fully nude.
While he paraded towards the crowd, the room exploded. Catcalls and exhilarated shouts filled the air, upon seeing the scantily clad pegasus. With her fears realized, Luna swiftly averted her gaze. Letting the mares indulge themselves with their hedonistic display, she poured herself a drink, in the hopes that it would steady her nerves. Unfortunately, it wasn’t her first run-in with Zephyr.
Several weeks prior, in a ploy to derail some childish game her sister had been planning with Shining Armor, Luna had employed the stallion for guard duty. Having heard tales of his ineptitude, she’d intended to tactically deploy him at one of the castle’s many catacomb entrances. She had assumed she’d seen the last of him, considering he was briskly dismissed from the royal guard shortly after the incident.
“Yeah! Shake that money maker!” Celestia unabashedly yelled. Heaving several bits in Zephyr’s direction, she drew the stallion’s attention.
Luna tried her best to hide behind one hoof. It wasn’t not that she had a problem with Fluttershy’s brother; no, the issue was quite the opposite. His roguish good looks, coupled with his seductive voice, had stirred something deep within her. At the time, it had taken every ounce of her willpower not to hire him as her personal praetorian, if only so she could gaze upon his stunning visage daily. With any luck, he wouldn’t notice…
“Princess Luna? Is that you?” Zephyr jovially said, breaking from his routine.
“Zephyr? My goodness, I scarcely recognized you!” Celestia declared, rearing back.
“Y...yeah, the one and only. After I got canned from the guard, I picked up this gig. I mean, those student loans aren’t going to pay themselves off,” he bashfully explained, rubbing the back of his neck. “You mind if I…” he muttered, motioning to an empty chair.
“Oh, of course!” Celestia replied, hovering the seat onto the stage.
While she had no idea why Zephyr had need of a chair, Luna had no intention of watching. Snatching up a menu, and absentmindedly browsing the snacks available, her peace was shattered, as the throng of outlookers lost their collective minds. With her curiosity getting the better of her, she reluctantly peered upward to find…
Zephyr Breeze stood on his hind legs, with his forehooves on the seat’s cushion. Swaying his rump from side to side, his tail sailed through the air, giving everypony a tantalizing glimpse of the lustrous bulge betwixt his thighs. After a moment, he ground his chest against the back of the chair, as a loud, sonorous groan escaped him.
Like a mare possessed, Luna couldn’t look away. Her pupils shrunk to pinpricks, as she watched his hypnotic movements. She simply couldn’t avert her gaze, so captivating was the lithe pegasus. Seated there, enwrapt by the show, he glanced down at her; not the crowd, nor any other mare, but her specifically. In that moment, the fleeting instant that their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat.
“Like what you see, Lulu,” Zephyr breathed, waggling his eyebrows at her.
His words snapped her from her trance, allowing her to look away. ‘Contemptible alluring scoundrel, what with his devilish looks and orotund tone,’ Luna thought to herself, scrunching her snout in consternation. Idly, she magically retrieved a bit from Celestia’s satchel, before lobbing it over her shoulder at him, hoping he would leave her be.
Being woefully inexperienced with strip-tease etiquette, Luna’s action had the ass-opposite effect. Drifting to her chin, a wingtip slowly turner her face upward. Caught off guard, and still reeling from the licentious peek she’s previously had, she stared in open awe at the stallion; only this time, what she witnessed was much, much worse.
Unlike before, when Zephyr had been facing away from her, now he was reclined on the chair. With his hind legs parted, she was treated to an unabashed view of the pegasus’ groin, including the substantial bulge between his thighs. As he peered down at her, with a smug grin plastered on his face, several things happened.
A shiver ran up Luna’s spine, from the dock of her tail up to the base of her skull, but that was only the beginning. Her marehood violently seized upon itself, almost as if it hungered for what lie beneath the silvery material of the stallion’s thong. Lastly, and most troublingly, her jaw subconsciously fell open. The sight was, beyond any measure, the most bewitching thing she’d ever laid eyes upon.
“You know, I do offer private dances,” he tantalizingly stated, shooting her a wink.
The notion left Luna speechless. Her eyes danced over him, drinking in every glorious curve and feature of his lean frame. One particularly rare aspect of the pegasus was his stature. True, he wasn’t the most heavily muscled, but he was much taller than many stallions. Struggling to formulate a response, an odd clattering sound caused her to turn.
WIthout saying a word, Celestia had slid a heaping stack of bits across the table. There was no teasing, no name calling, just a small, silly smile on her face. With the coins now before her sister, she poured them each a second shot, before subtly motioning her head in Zephyr’s direction. The message was clear; if Luna wanted to slake her thirst, she had her sister’s blessing.
Shakily, Luna looked back at the sensually gyrating stallion. “Oh Tartaris,” she breathed, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead. The situation had taken yet another obscene turn; now the lanky stud was bucking his hips upward. Wings spread, with his forelegs braced against the chair, his package swayed back and forth, barely concealing under the taut fabric.
Clumsily grabbing a mound of coins, Luna launched the currency at the stallion. She’d had enough. If he was going to conduct himself in such a vulgar manner, she’d much rather enjoy it in private, away from the braying, lustful din of a den of prurient ponies. Let these mares have their fun, with their music, drink, and debaucherous displays. A personal show would be much more fitting for a Princess, like herself.
Mercifully, Zephyr’s show was nearly finished, so Luna didn’t have to wait for long. Gathering up his tips, and cradling them under one wing, he stepped off the stage. “So, Lulu, are you ready to feel the breeze in your hair,” he purred, fanning his eyelashes at her.
“Y...yes, I s...suppose,” Luna stammered, fighting to regain her composure. “S...should I bring more bits?”
“Depends on how special you want your time with me to be,” Zephyr cooed, theatrically flipping his mane.
With startling speed, Luna whirled around and crashed her hooves on the table. “Sister, more bits!” she proclaimed, magically gathering the remainder of the pile she’d been given.
“But that should -” Celestia was interrupted, as her sister’s eyes narrowed menacingly.
“More. Bits.” she hissed, between clenched teeth. She didn’t know what sort of special things she could purchase with them, but she’d much rather go overly prepared. Her expression softened, as her sibling hovered over another large mound of coins. “Thank you,” she briskly added, turning to Zephyr.
“This way, Princess…” the pegasus softly said, wrapping a wing around her shoulder.
To Celestia’s disbelief, her sister giggled. Giggled!!! She’d only seen Luna do that a hoofful of times over the last decade, and never because of a stallion. Watching the smaller alicorn depart, she craned her neck over, to better look at the now empty seat. There, upon the cushion’s surface, was a wet spot.
“Oh no…” she whispered, to nopony in particular. If Luna was this worked up, she dearly hoped that Zephyr Breeze could handle what was in store for him.
Leading his regal customer up a set of stairs, and away from the main club floor, Zephyr hummed to himself. Proceeding down a narrow hallway, with doors lining each wall, he stopped at a seemingly random entryway. “Step right in,” he politely said, opening the door and giving a slight bow.
Walking inside, Luna found herself in a small room. It wasn’t much larger than a closet, although it was equipped with a loveseat. “So I just…”
“Make yourself comfy? Sounds like a pretty good plan to me,” the pegasus answered, closing the door behind them.
Nodding, the Princess seated herself. There was literally nothing else to look at, except the aquamarine stallion before her. Still, it felt awkward, and she wasn’t sure how to proceed. He did seem rather pleased with her offering of bits, so she decided to start with more of the same. Silently, she levitated a few coins in his direction.
Like activating a machine, Zephyr started to move, yet it was totally different than before. Strutting up to her, he splayed his wings, before moving each towards her. Delicate, almost sexually, he ran his plumage over her face and down her neck, as he pushed her into the back of the couch.
“Hope you don’t mind if I get a little closer,” he murmured, leaning in.
With the stallion drawing nearer, Luna thought she may faint. His forelegs shot out, gripping the sofa to either side of her head, as he brought his chest towards her face. Taking a breath, she detected the first traces of his cologne and natural scent. Her hoof, as if by its own volition, reached for the stack of bits, before shoving off of the couch..
Hearing the coins hit the floor, Zephyr’s ears perked up. Retracing slightly, he brought his muzzle to her ear. “Thanks,” he heavily breathed.
The feeling of his breath, warm and inviting against the sensitive skin of ear, pushed a button within Luna. While she’d been keeping her urges relatively in check, her resolve withered. “We request you strip...fully,” she firmly stated, her eyes locked on his package.
Stepping away, Zephyr wheeled around and bent over. In truth, it was so he could retrieve the coins she’d just strewn across the floor, but the Princess misinterpreted his movements. Just as he reached for a bit, he felt something tugging at his thong. “H...hey!” he bleated, spinning around to face her. The swift action had an immediate and, for him, regrettable consequence.
Luna’s eyes went wide, as she watched the banana hammock tear away. The world went into slow motion, allowing her to witness a teal colored length of stallionhood flop free. Her mouth instantly began to water, as she watched the dark, girthy shaft swing beneath the adonic-like stud. Her eyes wandered upward, while the stallion stood motionless, until they reached his face. Wearing a pouting, almost wounded look, he glared at her.
Her body, as if acting of its own accord, pushed itself up from the couch. In a dream-like state, she slowly moved towards the stallion, almost as if she were in a trance. In a sense, she was, because the sole item of on her mind was the glorious dangling meat before her. Transfixed, the pegasus stood motionless, like a deer in the headlights, as she closed upon his loins.
With the Princess creeping nearer, Zephyr was paralyzed. His eyes darted about, unsure of where to settle, before settling on the door. With an amorous alicorn between himself and the exit, he had perilously few courses of action to choose from. So, like the timid creature he was, he remained still.
Closer and closer, Luna’s snout was drawn to the stud’s crotch. Slowly, as she neared the vascular organ, hints of an ambrosial aroma tickled her nostrils. Earthy, heady, and sublimely masculine, she’d never smelled anything like it. Now spurred onward, she pressed nearer, until her snout was but a scant inch from his equipment. If it smelled that good…
Zephyr jumped away, backing against the wall, as something warm and moist caressed the base of his tool. “You’re not supposed to touch,” he groused petulantly.
Perplexed, the Princess reared back and cocked her head. She had compensated him, allowed him her private favor, and most importantly, she was royalty. With her thoughts fogged by a growing maelstrom of desire, she studied him. “If I can’t touch you, then perhaps you’d enjoy touching me,” she uttered, barely loud enough to be heard.
“What’re you…” the stallion’s question went unasked, as the alicorn turned away from him. Stepping back to the couch, she splayed her hind legs and swayed her astral tail to the side, as she placed her forehooves on the loveseat’s cushion. Positioned as she was, he was granted a perfect view of her onyx cutie mark, the indigo cheeks of her rump, and a very moist and juicy marehood nestled between her thighs.
“Well?” Luna asked, waggling her tush at him. Normally, she’d never have considered doing something so shameless, although she had paid him for, as he put it, special treatment. As such, she felt entitled to get her money’s worth.
“I...I don’t…I...I mean...” Zephyr unintelligibly stuttered, his gaze never wavering from the noble plot before him. His stallionhood twitched, growing rigid, almost as if it could sense the succulent mare’s presence.
Irately, Luna glanced back at him. “Am I not to your liking?”
“N...no! I didn’t say that!” the pegasus countered, further backing against the wall. .
“Do we not please you?” she continued, her frustration climbing. Stepping off the sofa, she took a step backward, followed by a second, until she was steadily bearing down upon him. Her smile faltered, as she noticed the look of concern in his eyes. Something was clearly wrong, though she couldn’t put her hoof on it. “Speak!” she demanded, unleashing her royal Canterlot voice.
“It’s very nice! I...I swear!” Zephyr quickly replied, watching the alicorn rear growing nearer by the second.
“If it’s so nice, why do you not give it a squeeze,” Luna muttered.
Reaching out, the pegasus halfheartedly caressed her flank with his wing. “Yes, Mmmhmm, very nice!” he fretfully commented sweat upon his brow. “Sweet Celestia, I should have never taken this job,” he grumbled to himself, but it was too late.
“So, you do prefer my sister?!” she barked, having overheard his comment.
The stallion reared onto his hind legs, throwing his forelegs into the air in defeat. “No! No no no, I swear! We’re just not supposed to do anything with customers!” Zephyr squawked
Standing as he was, his cock was fully visible. Unlike his reluctant words, his prick was rock solid and fully engorged; a clear testament to his arousal, despite how hesitant he’d been acting. With his back square against the wall, his member was leveled squarely at her. Knitting her brow, Luna continued to move in reverse. It wasn’t until she felt the warm, blunted tip of the stud’s divine tool that she paused.
Gnawing his lip, Zephyr drew in the sight. With nowhere to move, pinned between a lusty Princess and a wall, he considered his options. Opening his mouth, in an attempt to negotiate, she pressed herself backward. His wings extended, and he loudly gasped, as he found his length steadily sinking into the mare before him.
“Yes, we are quite snug, aren’t we?” Luna purred, enjoying every inch of his splendid shaft. She hadn’t been laid in over a millennia, having been thrust back to her nightly duties after her banishment. As such, her multi-century dryspell, coupled with how vexingly handsome Zephyr was, left her painfully thirsty.
When the Princess’ marehood bumped against his medial ring, Zephyr shuddered. He hadn’t intended to move, yet he found himself slumped forward, leaving him draped over Luna’s back. The alicorn brayed excitedly, misunderstanding the act as willful reciprocation. Enthusiastically, she rammed herself back, nearly hilting the pegasus within her confines.
“Yes! You spectacular beast! Rut me like a verdant field in spring!” Luna bellowed, her enthusiasm overriding the logical portions of her brain.
With his mate unwilling or unable to respond, Zephyr adjusted in place, allowing a few inches of his stallionhood to escape from Luna, before she hammered herself rearward onto him. Zephyr wheezed, crushed between the impressively large mare and the unyielding drywall of the club. Taking a breath, and attempting to steady himself, she repeated the motion.
Spreading her hind legs, Luna braced herself, just before she began steadily fucking herself on the captive stallion. Using her wings for additional power, she forcefully pistoned herself back, burying Zephyr’s tool within her depths over and over again. All the while, her marehood winked repeatedly, while drooling to the carpeted floor beneath them.
Wrapping his forelegs around the Princess’ hips, Zephyr grit his teeth. Perhaps it was the realization that there was no escape, or maybe he was caving to his own carnal desires; either way, he thrust his hips forward. The impact caused his nuts to swing forward and impact squarely on the alicorn’s exposed and painfully tender clit.
The additional stimulation sent lightning bolts of raw, unrefined pleasure surging through Luna’s body. She slowed slightly, reeling from the overpowering rush of bliss, although the moment wouldn’t last long. With renewed strength and speed, she began rhythmically rocking backward again, impaling herself on Zephyr’s length.
“Harder!” she shouted, mightily slamming her ass against his waist. The drywall cracked behind him, although the sound was drowned out by the repeated slapping of flesh on flesh.
Try as he might, Zephyr couldn’t keep up with passionate Princess. Not only was she nearly as large as he was, but she had him firmly pinned; still, he did the best he could. There was no way he could match her strength, but perhaps if he…
Luna’s eyes flew open, as the stallion on her back began jackhammering into her. One foreleg buckled, as her body was nearly overcome with bliss. While physical might may not be her lanky stud’s forte, his speed was astounding. Steeling her resolve, she continued her carnal assault.
Sweat streaked Zephyr’s face, as he endured her relentless pounding. Screwing his eyes shut, he pistoned into her like a jackrabbit. “I...I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to last,” he croaked, gritting his teeth.
“Don’t you DARE stop!” Luna shouted, her voice echoing loudly through the room.
She was on the precipice of release. Picking up the pace, and bucking backward in a frenzy, she prayed that Zephyr would outlast her. It had been so, so very long since she’d enjoyed the touch of a stallion, and even longer still since one had brought her to climax; thus, her desperation was palpable. As fate would have it, due to mistaking the meaning of his words, she was in for a big surprise.
Grunting furiously, Zephyr hilted himself. Now fully buried within the alicorn, his hips twitched madly, while the head of his cock nearly double its size. His balls retracted slightly, and his shaft throbbed strongly, as the first hot jets of cum rushed through his length. Like it or not, the Princess was going to get exactly what she wanted.
Luna only had the blink of an eye to realize what was happening. The depths of her marehood expanded, forced to contort to the flared tool nearly kissing her womb. Her entrance stretched incrementally, as wave after wave of foal batter surged through the stallionhood within her. Just as the first gout of spunk entered her, erupting against her cervix, she came with the force of a cosmic epoch.
Now, it should be noted that causing one of Equestria’s most powerful beings to suffer a cataclysmic orgasm would have profound effects. In this particular case, the moon’s normal function was completely and utterly thrown awry. Unlike its normal course, slowly circling the world, its speed increased exponentially. Freak tides and anomalies plagued the seas, livestock and wild animals brayed at the satellite, and undiscovered tribes of ponies, living deep within the woods, went into a panic. In short, everything went to Tartarus in a hand-basket. As for the Princess herself, woefully unaware of the ramifications of her action, she thoroughly enjoyed herself.
Screaming whorishly, Luna was overcome with ecstasy. Her marehood, as if by its own accord, clamped down upon the tool filling it, almost like it were attempting to milk every drop of spunk from the stallion. Her legs trembled, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, while she fought to remain standing. Thick ropes of saliva hung from her maw, steadily dripping to the floor below.
“Luna! What in the world are you..” Celestia’s demand faded to nothingness, as she burst through the door to the cramped room. Realizing what she’d walked in on, she slowly saw herself out.
So enwrapt was the Princess of the Moon, that she hadn’t noticed her sibling’s interruption. Instead, she wearily craned her neck around to appreciate the stallion on her back. Covered in sweat, panting heavily, and looking truly spent, he lie draped over her. Lazily, the higher functioning portions of her brain checked back on, allowing her to step away.
With nothing to support him, Zephyr feebly fell to the ground, as soon as Luna moved. Gracelessly dismounting, his softening member slipped from her snatch, slinging a cocktail of jizz and mare nectar over himself and the carpet. Now awkwardly seated against the wall, with his slickened prick resting between his thighs, he wearily looked up at her.
“Here,” Luna coolly stated, levitating the remainder of bits over to the nearly comatose pegasus, “this should cover any of the damages and act as suitable compensation for your service.”
She knew that, should she linger longer, she’d desire a second round with Zephyr, so she chose to take her leave. Still, now that she knew where to find the fetching young stallion, she’d likely pay him a future visit. Stepping outside, with a trail of cream leaking down her inner thigh, she came face to face with her sister.
“Luna, this is NOT a whore house,” Celestia hissed, glancing past her at the insensate pegasus on the floor.
“Well, dearest sister, it is now,” Luna chuckled, trotting past the taller alicorn.
Dismissing her confusion, since she had presumed the stallions there were hookers, she sought out their table and the tequila they’d left. While she had falsely assumed the establishment was some sort of bordello, she didn’t regret her actions. The damages had been covered, and Zephyr well paid, not to mention he now had the exceedingly rare honor of saying he’d bedded royalty. As far as she was concerned, it was a win-win situation, although she hoped he’d be a little more aggressive next time…
